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   Sofia



   I had travelled to Sofia to write.  It was cheap to live there, I knew
nobody, and Sofia had both architectural charm and exoticism, at least to
me, an Australian.  Bulgaria seemed it might be the forgotten world close
to the modern world, and I hoped not only to spend many productive hours
writing but to meet some warm hearts, the way people used to be in the
West. I don't remember those days - I'm thirty-one - but I had a sense that
the more we gained materially, the more we lost immaterially.

   Anyway, I found a flat without too much difficulty, at the happy price
where the landlady thought she was ripping me off and I thought I was
getting away cheaply.  It was lovely, I have to say.  There was just one
bedroom, then a study, a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen, but they
were all spacious.  It had an ornate feel, and I got the impression the
flat had once been part of something much larger, a bourgeois family's
dwelling - lots of detail in the high ceilings, a feeling of sturdiness and
plushness.

   Everyone had told me I was crazy moving to Sofia, but when I'd arranged
things within days, and then immediately gotten down to writing, spending
hours and hours at my desk, I could soon savour my decision.  I was
planning on being there some time - six months or even a year - and so I
took my time to get to know the city.  I'd take a run for three quarters of
an hour or so at dusk, and do my shopping, but apart from that I was taking
the writing pretty seriously, and that pleased me.

   Maybe the language barrier helped.  It seemed the younger people
sometimes spoke decent English, but there were less English speakers than I
imagined, and the older people didn't know a word.  Everything in Bulgaria
is in Bulgarian script, too - more or less the same as Russian Cyrillic,
which was an added barrier, though I picked it up pretty quickly.  You have
to.  But having more trouble talking to people extended my hermit period,
and thus extended my intense writing period.

   I noticed I attracted some curiosity from the locals.  Maybe from my
clothes, maybe because I didn't look Bulgarian or even Greek or Romanian,
people rarely took me for a local and would watch me a bit.  It didn't
matter to me.

   I'm a fairly social guy, though - you want to talk to people.  One
Thursday I was running a different route than normal and went past a club
that had in Roman script: "Foreigner Night.  Free foreigners".  I had a
little chuckle and stopped and had a look - I had hardly come across
another foreigner at all, and so the sign was intriguing.  I poked my head
into the stairway that must have led to the club - seemed pretty nice
inside.

   Went home and showered and ate, wondering if I should go see what the
fuck they meant by free foreigners.  "Why not?" I asked myself eventually.
Writing was going well, and something different is often a source of
stimulation.  I put on a nice shirt, did myself up a little and walked over
to the club about eleven in the evening.

   There were a couple of thickset bouncers at the top of the stairs, the
type you see once every four years at the Olympics, the only time any
non-Bulgarian ever hears of Bulgaria.  They had a bimbo alongside, wasn't
my type - huge tits, quite a lot of make-up, her dress just a bit too
slutty.  They said something in Bulgarian and so I just pointed to myself
and said "Australian.  Australian." They looked at me in confusion a little
while and so I pulled out a few things from my wallet to give them an idea
- driver's license, my Sydney Harbour pool pass, things like that.  The
bimbo gave me a big smile and the thugs laughed a bit, and they let me in,
saying "Welcome, welcome".

   You wonder where they get their money sometimes.  You walk around the
streets and all the pavements are crumbling apart, there'll be water
running out of cracks in the road and all sorts of things - but this club
was pristinely done up.  Good set of priorities, maybe.  It was dark, but
lit in with a few ultra-violets, there was a big dance floor on a stage,
with all kinds of things hanging down - old communist kitsch car parts,
Greek statues, chains suspending little stages where girls were dancing...a
lounge area, a muted lamp here and there - and a really cool couple of
bars.

   I went and got myself a drink - they had cocktail names written in
English and I picked one at random, and they brought me a huge glass of it.
Tasted good.  I stood at the bar a while, taking the place in, having a
decent look at the girls behind the bar.  I couldn't see anything foreign
about anything, and from the little I could make out, it seemed like all
Bulgarians.

   The place was pretty steadily getting busy.  I had a little walk around,
returned to the bar, got another cocktail.  The music was pretty awful, the
kind of plastic that's forgotten after a few months, but there was a lot of
dancing going on, and I liked it.  There was that slutty Eastern European
aspect to it that I had kind of fantasised about more than once - raw
sexuality, great bodies, and plain desire.  The bimbo from the entry came
in at some point and was having little chats to people around - once or
twice I saw them looking at me while they talked.

   I was soon tipsy, and found my way onto the dance floor, giving it a bit
of a go, just enjoying myself, taking a look at the girls.  Some seemed
young, and I wondered what the legal age for nightclubbing was...18?  16?
But there were plenty of girls in their twenties and a few in their
thirties or more.  It seemed Bulgarian women didn't age terribly well, but
in their youth they were very hot.  The guys looked all a bit thick headed,
reminded me of some stories I'd heard about internet dating when the guys
had posted pictures of themselves posing with machine guns.  Jesus.

   More cocktails, and my memory getting hazy.  Dancing.  Girls.  Drinking.
Not understanding a fucking word.  Roaring out I was Australian like an
idiot.  Taxi.  Girl in taxi.  My flat.  Keys?  Keys.  Girl in flat.  Might
have fucked her...

   Grogginess; the morning.  Pretty bad - hadn't been out drinking in a
long time.  Made it to the bathroom, everything out the right holes, and
relief.  I walked back into my bedroom and - there, on the bed, a girl,
asleep, face in the pillow, the quilt covering most of her.  A slender calf
and a foot poking out of one end.  I had only the vaguest memory of her,
but I was beginning to sober up pretty quickly...

   I decided to take a quick shower, wash the grime away, get my head
straight.  I couldn't imagine what this girl looked like, but I loved the
shape of that calf of hers.  Out I came, found her just as I'd left her.  I
felt myself getting hard, and slipped into the bed next to her, lifting up
the covers to slide right up beside her.  I glimpsed a supple back, a
girlish ass.  More and more curious, I lifted her slightly curly brunette
hair to one side, and kissed her neck.  I put my arm around her body,
slowly ran my hand up from her belly to her breasts - a surprisingly nice
size, and firm.  I felt her stir, push her body a little into mine.  My
cock, semi erect, pressed into her upper thigh.  She was so lean!

   I lay there a few moments, appreciating her body as I was sure I did not
the night before.  As much as I struggled I couldn't remember fucking
her...I raised my head and looked around for a condom packet, but there was
none...and I was usually pretty good at being safe.  I rested my head back
on the pillow, staring into the mass of her hair - a little curly, brunette
but with sun-lightened touches.  I could make out a graceful ear.

   She pressed into me again, and the feel of her firmness, and the
knowledge of her subconscious desire, her want of a cock inside her even in
her sleep, finally made me fully hard.  I would give her what she wanted.

   I ran my hand down from her breasts to her mound.  Quite hairy, and as I
played with it, I felt a stiffness and a slight stickiness.  I must have
cum into her bush.  Down past her bush I slid my fingers, pressing firmly,
parting her lips.  From the feel of it she was one of those girls whose
cuntal lips are almost hairless...and now I was at her opening, and mmmm,
she was very wet.

   I wasn't sure if she was awake or not, but I began to kiss her neck, and
manoeuvred myself into position to slide into her cunt from behind.  I
gripped my rock hard cock and slipped it between her thighs, and I felt her
push her ass out towards me.  Vaguely I wondered how she'd react if I
pressed it into her asshole while she still seemed to be asleep, but I
wanted to feel this girl's cunt.  I positioned her slightly more
favourably, and got my cock right up between her legs, and then I was
fucking my cock along the lips of her cunt.

   Now I felt her hand - her small, delicate hand - circle around my shaft,
and then in an instant she was directing it into her cunt, straight into
her hole.  What encouragement!  I pressed into her, and straight away felt
her tightness.  What a cunt this girl had!  I couldn't fuck her very deeply
in the position we were in, but it was so good - her soft asscheeks against
my belly, her back nestled into mine, my lips on her neck and shoulders,
her hair covering my face...and her lovely tight cunt.  I felt her breasts
again, her nipples very hard, and I had to spend quite some time doing that
because they just felt so perfect - but then I ran my hand down her slender
belly, into the curls of her mound, and through to her lips, and started to
give her clit a little massage.  She began to really fuck back at me,
rocking her ass in towards me, helping me penetrate her more deeply.  I
felt the wetness from her pussy start to run down to the base of my cock,
and trickle down my balls.

   Her hand came and joined mine at her clit.  She was getting frantic now,
trying to turn her head to kiss me, and thrusting her whole body into mine
with close-to-cumming strength.  She couldn't kiss me, but I could just
make out her profile, and I could see her tongue lolling out, circling
around as though she had it in my mouth.

   Fuck!  I felt her start to cum, forcing herself as hard as she could
onto my cock, and I started to panic, because I was about to cum inside
her. I pulled out of her gorgeous cunt and immediately began cumming over
it, over her asshole, onto her ass.  I went as manically as I could with my
fingers on her clit, knowing she was still orgasming, one of those long,
incredible female orgasms that go on and on and on.  My oh my could she
cum, and Jesus, how I had just cum...

   It took me a while to regain mastery of my brain.  I rested on my back
and basked in the postscript of my orgasm as the glow slowly faded.  After
a few moments I heard the rustle of the bedcover and felt the girl slip out
of bed, walk over towards the bathroom on the other side of the room.  I
craned my neck a little to watch her.  What poise as she walked!  An ass
like a sixteen year old, her hips swaying a little, her shoulder blades
prominent, all elegance and grace.  I could make out my cum glistening not
just on her ass but on her lower back.  It was probably running down her
legs too...

   I must have fallen asleep.  When I woke I was looking straight at her -
she was standing with my towel wrapped around her torso, watching me as I
slept with a strange curiosity.  It was the first time I'd seen her face.
She looked...young.

   "I've never had a man as old as you before," she said with a strong
Bulgarian accent, but perfectly correctly.

   I considered this.  "I'm not that old," I replied.

   She appraised me.  "Thirty-four?  Thirty-five?"

   "Thirty-one."

   "Oh," she said, with something of an apologetic note.

   Then she said: "I'm fourteen."

   I let that numb me for a few moments.  "Fourteen?"

   "Yes...do you have coffee?"

   Jesus, so matter of fact.  "Yes, I do - let me get you some."

   And I got out of bed, more embarrassed about my nakedness than I
normally would have been...fourteen, for God's sake!  But so gorgeous!  If
I didn't know better, I would have taken her as Italian - her curly
brunette hair, slightly olive skin, strong eyebrows, dark eyes, largish
nose.  She breasts, which I'd already taken a liking to, were now even more
impressive - it's a rare fourteen year old with breasts so full.  As I said
before, I'm not one for huge breasts - but nice and full kindles many a
man's heart.

   We walked into the kitchen and I got the coffee going.  I'm a bit of a
coffee connoisseur, and had bought a little percolator when I'd arrived,
and found a luxury supermarket to get some decent ground beans.  The girl
took a deep smell as it got going, and murmured her appreciation.  I took
another look at her.  She was half sitting, half leaning against the
kitchen counter, the towel still wrapped around her, knotted between her
breasts.  It reached just down past her hips, covering her pussy, but her
thin, delicate legs were bare, stretching like a fawn's down to her pretty
little feet.  I resisted the impulse to raise that towel up just a little
and bury my face in her cunt...instead I apologised for my nakedness and
told her I'd go and put something on.

   I returned a moment later in a dressing gown I liked to wear about the
flat.  So old man of me, but fuck it, I liked it.  I got the coffee sorted
out and gave her her cup, and leaned on the opposite side of the kitchen,
sipping my brew.  She was looking at me again.

   "You're Australian?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  Did we meet last night?" I returned.

   "You don't remember?  You were very drunk.  We meeted in the club."

   "Met.  Do they let fourteen year old girls into clubs here?"

   "I was twelve when I went to the club the first time."

   "Twelve?!"

   "Yes."

   "Yes but...now you have a woman's body...but when you were twelve?"

   "No, I didn't.  I put newspaper in my bra and put my lipstick."

   I thought this over a moment, a bit disgusted.  "I like your coffee,"
she said.

   "Why did you want to go clubbing when you were twelve?"

   "My friends were going."

   "Your friends too?"

   "Yes.  In Australia..."

   "In Australia that would never happen.  Maybe sixteen, if the girl
really looks older.  But the law is eighteen."

   "Australia must be boring."

   I laughed.  "It's ok."

   "I like your cock.  You're good.  Do all Australians fuck like you?"

   "I don't know.  Do all Bulgarian girls fuck when they are fourteen?"

   "Not all."

   "I've never fucked a fourteen year old.  Not even when I was a
teenager."

   It was her turn to laugh.  "Welcome to Bulgaria."

   She'd emptied her cup, came over to me, set the cup down in the sink. 
She reached down and slipped her hand underneath my dressing gown, and
cupped my balls.  I put an arm around her, pushed her towel up, planting my
hand on her bare ass.  It was perfection.  She leaned into me and kissed my
chest, once and then once again.  I was hard again, and her hand was
feeling my size.

   "What's your name?" I asked quietly.

   "Sofia."

   I smiled.  Sofia, Sofia, Sofia...

   "And you?" she asked me back.

   "David."

   She kissed my chest again.

   "I want to fuck you, Sofia."

   "Fuck me then." She unknotted her towel and let it drop to the floor,
and for the first time I could admire her front.  But just as I did, she
turned around and leaned over the kitchen counter, keeping her legs
straight, arching her back, poking out her ass.  I stared at this
incredible sight, not really believing it was reality.  Her ass cheeks
stood firm and proudly, her asshole was there for the world to see, her
pussy hung down, covered in her dark fur.  Thinking "I'm about to knowingly
fuck a fourteen year old", and feeling more keenly the surreality, I rested
my hands either side of her ass, then opened her up a little further.  She
had a few little moles on her back that I noticed absently.  She turned her
head to look at me, her dark eyes alight, her eyebrows framing them
just...just so.

   "Welcome to Bulgaria," she said again.  I tore off my gown and leant
over as far as I could, my mouth wanting hers.  We kissed, kissed hotly,
tongues immediately finding each other.  My cock was pressed up between her
asscheeks.  A few thrusts between them and I would cum again...

   No, I wanted to really pleasure her, not just cum myself in a minute.  I
dismounted and dropped to my knees, and stared straight into her cunt and
ass.  I had the overwhelming feeling I could spend all day with my tongue
rolling over her hairy slit.  Pretty roughly, I yanked her asscheeks apart,
spreading her cunt, and to my pleasure I watched as a tendril of her pussy
wetness stretched across her dilated vagina.  Fuck - oh fuck.  She had such
a wet cunt.  I stuck my tongue out and collected that bit of slime...sharp,
sour, intoxicating.

   I let myself get a better look at her cunt.  Her hair was thick and
neatly trimmed above her lips, then the forest stopped above the top of her
slit.  I had a fleeting picture of her sitting with her legs spread,
scissors in hand, trimming her lush mound.  Right then she must really have
been aroused, because her clit was quite prominent - I teased it a little
with my tongue, heard her breath in sharply.  Her inner lips were on the
large side, but still somehow neat, and were a deep pink, with a tinge of
brown.

   I pressed my face into her and began to eat.  My tongue circled her
clit, and my nose pressed into her wet hole.  Her aroma was pure sex.  All
I could see was her tight, clean asshole, and I wondered how she'd like it
if I were to move up and rim it.  She was already whimpering from the
clitoral stimulation, and it was easy to tell she would cum in a moment.  I
slipped my right index finger into her asshole, just a little way, but
enough.  She reacted immediately, started pushing back onto it, at the same
time tensing her svelte legs, cumming.  I kept going with my tongue and
with my finger, and she was spasming intensely...her vaginal hole was
sodden wet, and my nose was coated in her juices.  They were running down
into my mouth, and I could hardly breathe, but I kept at my ministrations
until, finally, finally her spasms subsided, and she lifted one leg over my
body so that she was stood at my side.  I turned on my knees, kissed her
slim belly, kissed her bellybutton, and she ran her hands through my hair.
Looking up at her face, I could see her nipples swollen and erect, her full
breasts standing proudly and firmly.  I stood and kissed her mouth, and
again our tongues found each other.

   "You like how you taste?" I asked her after a minute or two.

   "Yes." She had her hands on my chest.  I was still rock hard, and took
her hand and placed it on my cock.  She looked down at it, admiring it.

   "Such a big one," she said.

   "How many have you had?" I asked.

   "Six.  Now seven."

   "Are you sure I'm the oldest?"

   She looked me in the eye with some kind of mischief.  "No."

   "You've got such perfect tits," I couldn't help saying.

   "They growed fast after I losed virginity," she replied.

   "When was that?"

   "Last year."

   "So you were thirteen?"

   "Yes."

   "Hmm," I said.  "That's a bit young I think."

   "Why?  I had period."

   What could I say?  With my cock in her hand, having presumably fucked
her once last night, having certainly fucked her this morning, and still
with the taste of her cunt in my mouth, I could hardly tell her she
shouldn't have fucked when she was thirteen.

   I dropped my hand to her cunt and felt her up.  "We fucked without a
condom," I said instead.

   "I take pill."

   "But diseases..."

   "I know you're safe."

   "How?"

   "I don't know, but I'm sure."

   And for some reason I believed her - I sensed she had a strong
intuition. She was still fondling my cock, and I was running my fingers up
and down her slit.  She leaned in and kissed my neck.

   "I like you David," she said quietly.  Then: "Will you fuck me?"

   Jesus.  I bent down and kissed her breasts, then took her left nipple in
my mouth.  She raised herself on her toes and tried to raise her shoulder
so I could suck it more easily.  I cupped her ass in my hands.  I think she
kissed the top of my head.  I left off with her nipple and took a look at
it - after it left my mouth it seemed to swell out of shape - it must have
been a centimetre long.

   She had her hands back on my cock, and she must have really been wanting
a cock inside of her, because she started to try to direct my cock into her
hole, even though I stood much taller than her, and I simply couldn't have
fucked her in that position.  Actually it was a little painful to have my
cock stretched downwards when I was so erect...

   Minx.  I put my arms around her, picked her up by her thighs, and lifted
her up so our eyes were level.  She wrapped her legs around me, and my cock
pushed into her body, somewhere between her cunt and her asshole.  I
shifted and held her out a bit, and found her wetness with the head of my
cock, and lowered her down onto it.  But - even though she was sopping wet
and she must have been completely dilated, my cock slipped over her cunt
and up through her forest of hair.  We repeated that.  The next time she
reached down and held my cock in place as I lowered her down onto it, and
then I felt that tight wetness enveloping my cock.  I lifted her and
lowered her several times until my cock was properly lubed, then I let it
sink in all the way.

   Again I experienced that perfect tightness, that snug wetness gripping
the entirety of my cock.  I had guessed by now that she must have had a lot
of sex already in her short sexual life, and so at that moment, inside her
again, I was a little surprised at just how tight she was.  I fucked her
for a few minutes with long, deep strokes, appreciating just what a perfect
cunt she had, closing my eyes to concentrate solely on that heavenly
sensation.  When I opened my eyes I saw she'd thrown her head back, and was
in as much ecstasy as me...we had a rhythm, she helping raise herself, then
me pulling her down on me as I thrust inside her.  I looked down and
noticed the view of my cock was mostly obscured by the knot of her ab
muscles, working hard.  My gaze returned to her face...traces of pain shot
across her face the once or twice the head of my cock hit her womb, but I
knew she didn't give a fuck about the pain, she wanted my thick cock as
deeply inside her as possible.  She was opening her legs wider while
gripping me with her feet tighter, pulling me into her with surprising
strength.  I kept at it, giving her all I could, my arms burning with the
effort of lifting her, lowering her, keeping her airborne.  She drew
herself right into me, her arms around my neck, until her breasts were
pressed hard against my chest.  Sweat began to coat both of us, and my grip
on her ass became slippery.  I felt her mouth half biting into my shoulder,
and slowly her drool running down from my shoulder to my chest, and her
breasts.  Now that pre-orgasmic extra-human strength came to me, and I
furiously fucked into her pussy, and I felt her teeth sink into my flesh,
her fingernails digging in like a cat's claws.  Then - euphoria - and my
sperm was spurting into her womb, filling her needy insides.  It was such
an intense orgasm, and lasted so long, spots of colour irradiated in my
vision, and as I began to regather some self-awareness, I realised I was
close to fainting.  But I held her tight against me, let the last drops of
my sperm leak into her, felt my cock spasm inside her in its dying throes.

   After - what, a minute?  two?  - of the exhausted, pleasant, downhill
glow of my orgasm, I felt her raise her head from my shoulder, and our eyes
met.

   "Fuck," she said.

   "I think we have some chemistry," said I, and let her onto her own two
feet.  She kept her arms around me and kissed my chest, standing there with
her cunt full of my cum.  When she finished her hug of me, I took her hand
and led her back to the bedroom, and we collapsed onto my bed.

   "You're so comfortable being naked," I said, as I was a bit surprised
that she hadn't wanted to cover up after sex.

   "Yes, of course," she replied, though I didn't really know what she
meant.

   I caressed one of her breasts.  "So nice," I murmured.

   "After I started sex they grew big," she let me know.  I smiled.  She
reached down and stroked my soft cock.  "And this?" she asked.  "Did it
grow big once you started sex?"

   I laughed.  "No, I don't think so.  Ever since puberty it has been this
size."

   "I think it's biggest I've had.  For sure it is most wide."

   "You like it?"

   "Very much."

   "Did you orgasm just before?" I asked.

   "Four times.  Sorry about this," she said, pointing to what I now
noticed were purplish teeth marks on my skin, punctuated with little points
of blood.

   I leaned into her and kissed her.  "That's ok." If I hadn't recently had
one of the most incredible orgasms of my life, I'd probably have been hard
again.  We did have some kind of chemistry, Sofia and me.
   *End Part 1*