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 Kasap's Spring Lamb chapter 1 (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf

   Dez had been drunk, pissed out of his mind, as we stumbled from the last
of several pubs to the taxi rank, and was mumbling incoherently but I could
just about make out some sense in what he was saying.  It was about a place
where they rented boys and girls for sex....  teens and even children too.
It seemed to be a butcher's shop in Harper Street.  It seemed you asked for
some lamb if you wanted a girl, goat if you wanted a boy!  Dez was giggling
drunk and leaning on my shoulder as all this dynamite info spilled out.

   I reckoned even Dez would have kept quiet about this sober, and also he
would have no memory of much after ten o'clock the night before when he
woke up hang-overed in the morning.  He was so bad I would have to get him
home before going to my place.

   Anyway, I wandered down Harper Street a few days later....  and there
was only one butcher's shop.  I hung about opposite, pretending to be a
pavement smoker and watching.  There was an occasional shifty looking guy
going in, as well as obvious shoppers.  I reckoned it was a dodgy place all
right!



   It had dwelt on my mind for days (nights actually): there was a place
where you could get a teenage girl.  That had been my fantasy for years,
only fulfilled in part by watching the girls in the shopping centre
parading their new tits and long bare legs, tight little shorts showing the
triangle of hidden pussies, mini skirts so short you got flashes of panties
if you were lucky.  I used to sit on one of the benches in the shopping
centre, along with the other pervy guys, storing up images for my
night-time wanking.  I used to walk slowly past the Girl's High School on
fine mornings when the little lovelies were playing netball, cute pantied
bottoms showing under black pleated skirts as they ran, tits straining
against white cotton shirts when they stretched to score, long, slender
bare legs, willowy figures......

   But now it seemed the real thing could be had for asking (and paying I
supposed).

   Did I dare?  Was I a mouse or a man?

   I watched still acting the dedicated cigarette smoker, until no-one had
gone into the shop for about ten minutes, and I could assume there would be
no-one to witness.

   I may be big and muscular but I am not a brave guy....  I know that!  My
heart was beating and I could feel myself sweating though it was not really
very warm.  I hesitated at the shop door, but since the man inside had seen
me it was easier to go in than back off.

   It was a big guy, I mean really huge, tall, muscular and mean looking.
He had a dark complexion and I guessed (wrongly in fact) was from the
Subcontinent, though his accent was pure Brummy like mine when he said "
Help you?"

   I had prepared my lines, repeating them over and over because I just
knew I would be tongue-tied if I didn't.  I was rather proud of my "Posh
Scottish" accent that I thought might make it more difficult to trace me if
it came to that.  I am English, but can do a lot of accents.  Edinburgh
Scottish is one of my best.

   "I want some fresh meat.  A nice young lamb if you have one...."

   "How young?"

   This was it!  If I answered honestly my secret would be out!  Either Dez
was right and he would offer me a girl, or he was wrong and the best I
could hope for was to be shown the door.  I could feel sweat breaking out
on my brow, my upper lip salty too when I licked it.

   He smiled, I assume to make me feel more comfortable, but on his face it
was alarmingly sinister.

   "I thought 13."

   "Lamb, not goat?"

   Thank goodness....  Dez was right.  I relaxed immediately.

   "Oh lamb.  Yes, certainly lamb".

   "Not got 13.  Can do 10 or 12."

   "What is she like, the 12?"

   "Very pretty.  White, Blonde hair, Nice tits." He held his hands in
front of his barrel chest as if holding breasts and smiled that frightening
grimace again.  "Bigger tits than most 12.  We got black one too....  small
tits but firm."

   "How much?"

   "Depends.  Quick oral twenty five.  Quick fuck thirty five.  Four hours
and anything you want except leave marks on her eighty."

   "The white one...."

   "You got place to go?"

   "No".

   "Quiet, safe place another thirty."

   "Anything?  And I don't like condoms."

   "You clean?"

   I assumed he meant no diseases, and told him I certainly was.  I could
have told him, but didn't, I had no sex except jerking myself off for ten
months since my last whore, on holiday!  Not something to be proud of!

   "No condoms then, and anything you want, but no damage to her.  And if
you give her a tip she will be very happy, and really try to make you
happy."

   I counted out the five twenties and a ten and handed them over.  He gave
me a grubby bit of paper with and address scribbled on it in pencil.

   "Front door open.  Up stairs.  First door on right.  She waiting at
seven.  My driver collect her again eleven.  Enjoy!"

   I scuttled out, relieved, excited, half appalled at what I had done.



   It was not a good part of town.  I was careful not to park anywhere
close to the address he gave me, and there was supermarket about a ten
minute walk away....  as far as I could see there was no cctv on it. 
Supermarkets have notices up when they use cctv....  I wore my black
hoodie, hood up!  I knew I was breaking the law and was being ultra
careful.

   But my heart was beating, there was a tightness in my chest, and I was
sweating despite the cool breeze.  I wondered if I would be able to get it
up and was glad I had taken a full-dose viagra!  I went up the stained and
litter-scattered concrete steps to what looked like an empty house, tall,
Victorian, one light in the hallway through the door that opened when I
turned the iron door-knob.  The stairs were bare wood, again lots of
litter, one dim light.  I nearly turned round and beat a retreat.  This was
madness....  anything could happen.  Well at least I couldn't be robbed....
nothing of value: a few currency notes in my back pocket, my watch cheap
from the market....  no ID.

   I went up.  On the landing ....  unlit....  light shone from a thin
glass panel over one door.  I pushed it.

   She was sitting on the edge of the bed legs crossed, doll-like, blonde
as promised, wide blue eyes looking at me with fear and apprehension.  I
had all day debated with myself whether just to take what I wanted.... 
rape her pussy, her mouth, her arse.  Or whether it would be better to seek
consensual sex.

   It was obvious she was not a willing little whore.  Blonde as promised.
Her tits were every bit as nice as The Butcher had demonstrated with his
hairy fists under that thin, cheap-looking white dress, but her eyes and
her face spoke of a frightened twelve-year-old girl.  I felt sorry for
her....  no rape!

   "It's all right.  I'm not going to hurt you.  Look!" I took a folded
twenty from my pocket and showed it to her.  "We're just going to play
around, and if you are nice to me you'll have this when we've finished."

   I looked around the room.  Under the dim light, bare without any shade,
there was no furniture beyond the old double bed.  A coat and a small bag
thrown against the dirty white skirting board.  In the corner a sink and
wash-stand....  the pitcher of water beside the sink suggested there was no
longer any mains supply.  A once-white towel.  I put the note under the
jug, and came over to the bed, taking off my shoes and socks.

   I lifted her up...  no weight ....  and placed her on the bed before
taking off my hoodie and laying beside her my arm over her.

   "I'm John.  Call me Uncle John.  What's your name?"

   She looked at me in surprise and I realised most of the men who had her
did not even ask her name.  Probably it was mostly the "quick fuck" or
"blow-job" option.

   "Cindy."

   "That's a nice name for a very pretty girl.  You're very pretty for only
twelve."

   She nearly smiled.  My hand chastely in the small of her back, feeling
her through the thin cotton of her dress, I pulled her closer to me and
whispered in her ear.

   "I'm going to take your shoes off so I can see your pretty little feet.
OK, Cindy?"

   "OK."

   I like sucking toes, and these were really so petite, so soft and
beautiful I just had to suck each one in turn.  A whore once told me that
it's more common than I would have expected, but perhaps she was just
angling for a better tip!  Anyway, pretty feet, and trim ankles always turn
me on!

   She giggled.  "Tickles.....  Uncle John."

   "Lovely little toes".

   I sucked again, moving from one to the next holding her slender ankle.
No problem with getting hard....  My cock was a steel ram-rod!

   "What are you going to do for me, Cindy."

   "what you like.  You can fuck me....  in my cunt or my arse, and I like
to suck too, and be sucked."

   The words were quite shocking from such a young and innocent-looking
girl!  But so sexy!

   "We'll do all that,then.  What else do men do?"

   "Some of them like to spank me.  Some of them tie me up and whip me. 
That hurts, and you said you wouldn't hurt me...."

   "No, I won't do any of that, Cindy.  Just your mouth, pussy and
bottom...."

   "That's all right, then.  I like all that.  Last year a man whipped me
until I was real sore, bleeding.  Kasap had his face cut for him, and told
him to leave the city and not come back."

   True or not true....  probably just a line to make sure she was not
"marked" to use The Butcher's euphemism.  But you never know, and in any
case I had no intention of whipping her or even spanking her.

   I was still sucking her toes...  her big toe now, but also stroking her
thigh and especially her bottom.  Her knickers felt like satin, a pleasant
surprise....  twelve-year-old girlie in grown-up sexy knickers.  Great! 
Close to being my dream situation....

   I could feel the shape of her pussy through the satin...  dry.  No
dampness in the crotch.  I decided I wanted her to enjoy this if possible,
to finish up with her not only submissive, but really willing.  I felt her
tits through the dress....  nice and firm, and if there was no padding her
pimp had been right, good tits for a twelve-year-old girlie....

   This was what I had used to drive my nightly wanking, the fantasy of a
nubile, pre-teen girl just past the cusp of puberty.  She was no virgin...
so not exactly matching my fantasy, and must be very experienced in fact if
she was whipped "last year".  But her innocent blonde prettiness, and her
really lovely breasts would make up for that.  My cock was ruling my head
now!

   "Let's take your dress off, Cindy"

   Her underwear looked expensive....  surprising.  The bra was very
simple, just plain red satin and very fine straps contrasting with her very
white flesh...  no sun-tan at all.  Must have spent her life indoors, I
thought.  In bed probably!  The knickers were full, french type.  but cut
so they were low across her hips rather than round her waist, and the legs
were loose....  loose enough to get a hand up.

   "I want to kiss you.  Cindy...."

   Again that slight surprise on her face.  I assume most of her men just
shagged her without foreplay!  But she pursed her lips and put her arms
around me as we embraced.  Her body was so small, so slender, so perfect
against me.  I wanted us naked, skin to skin!  But it is as good to journey
as to arrive and I had four whole hours, so we just kissed, tentative at
first, but then her tongue properly in my mouth.

   I could feel her breasts against me and I stroked her bottom as my
tongue entered her mouth, and then hers mine.  She was quite passionate,
hugging me tight.  I wondered if she had lesbian customers as well. 
Probably.

   "You gonna undress, Uncle John?'

   "Of course."

   There was nothing tentative about the way she grasped my cock.

   "Nice!  Nice big cock for Cindy."

   The words were adult, but the giggle was little-girl.

   I reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

   "It's at the front...." another giggle.

   I unclipped the fastener and pulled the cups apart....  lovely little
breasts about the size of a tangerine, white as milk, little pink aureoles
and puffy little nipples, hard little nubs.  As I lowered my lips to her
tits she shrugged the straps from her shoulders and was naked to the waist.

   Her breasts were pert and upright, needing no support: that bra was for
decoration and titillation only.  Her flesh was warm to my cheek as I laid
my face against a breast, and then nibbled at one nipple.  I pushed at it
with my tongue, and it sort of went down only to pop up again when the
pressure was off.

   "Ooooh!  I like that Uncle."

   "So do I Cindy: perfect breasts...."

   My mouth on her breasts, my hand was now down the waist of her knickers
feeling the rounded softness of her pubic mound: My heart leaped....  and
my cock twitched...  no hair.  Smooth like a ten-year-old.  Wonderful: nice
tits and a naked, hairless pussy.  I had taken viagra but doubted if I
would need it with this child-woman!  A child's body, but the appetite of
an experienced woman.

   My fingers found her pussy, lips as smooth as her mons, open enough for
my index finger to slip between them and find her cunt now wet and warm.  I
kissed her belly button and then crushed my nose against that damp red
satin and scented her new arousal, strong and pungent.  I licked my finger
and immediately wanted to suck her.  I pulled at her panties and she raised
her bottom so I could slide them down her thighs, bending her legs so I
could pull them over her feet.

   Naked, both of us.  I pressed her slender, smooth body against my
muscular, hairy frame as we kissed again.

   Thank goodness.  This was going to be good sex.  She might be only
twelve but she was as eager as me!

   "I'm going to suck your pussy, Cindy.  No need to hold back.  Cum when
you want to.  I love to make little girls cum!"

   She opened her legs for me and I reversed on the bed, her head by my
belly, her pretty pussy lips so close to my face that I could reach forward
with my tongue and touch them.  A shiver went through her body, and I could
feel it as she pressed her tits against mine and moved just a tiny amount
so my lips were pressed against her cunt-lips.

   Whatever else, she like being sucked!  The scent of woman was not girlie
at all, spicy, pungent as I opened her lips with thumb and forefinger and
tasted her properly, so slickly warm and wet.  My hands now committed to
feeling her tits with my left hand, my right arm under her so I could feel
her bum, I slid my tongue up to her erect clitoris.

   She gasped, and I heard a whispered "Yes!" as I felt her hands entwined
in my hair pulling my face even tighter against her pussy, her willing
thighs closing around me too so I was captured in a paradise of girlie
flesh, scents and juices.

   I licked.  No need for fingers up her cunt!  She started to cum, her
body now rising and falling under my face so my chin, my lips and tongue,
my nose, all rubbed up and down her honey-pot and I felt her body spasm as
she moaned quietly and panted , whispering her pleasure.

   I turned round on the bed, and she grasped my cock.  I was still
fondling those tits I had dreamed about, had fantasised fondling all those
Saturdays in the shopping centre and my free hand was gently slipping in
and out of a still-tight and little-girl honey-pot.

   "That was lovely, Uncle John.  You should fuck me now.  I'm feeling real
hot!  It's going to be good, I just know: it isn't always, but this time it
will be.  Fuck me now...  I really want it".

   Whore she might be, but there was no faking an orgasm like that, and no
faking either her juiciness....  she was almost spurting, from dry to hot
and wet with no oil or lube.  She really did want it.  I fingered her and
felt her muscular young cunt gripping my index finger.  My fantasy of
consensual sex with a fantastically pretty twelve year old girl was going
to be fulfilled tonight.  Four hours!  Jeez!

   She had opened her legs....  wide and welcoming: I looked down at her,
those pert little breasts with their pink aureoles and erect nipples that
seemed long compared to the little-girl small aureoles.  My eyes strayed
down over her slightly rounded belly, so very white, to the swelling,
rounded mound, hairless, white like her belly.  Her cunt-lips looked
swollen and puffy, glistening with her juices and slightly apart so her
clit, erect like her nipples, peeped almost shyly out.  There was nothing
shy about her smile and her glittering blue eyes as our gaze met.  She
giggled and reached down to grasp my cock.

   "Nice and big, Uncle John....  I like it big and strong men like you!"

   I think she meant it: not just whore-talk.  I could see in her eyes she
meant it, and I moved so she could wipe my cock up and down her open cunt
to lubricate it (I was weeping pre-cum to add to her own juices) and when
she placed it over and slightly in her vaginal opening, murmuring "Push!",
I did just that.

   Like dipping it in honey, I thought, as my cock slid up into her.  Warm.
wet, tight and muscular: I have had many whores and mostly slack cunts,
well-used, artificially lubricated.  This was the real thing: my dream
fantasy.  A pre-teen girl, hotly aroused, her cunt gripping and muscular,
her breasts firm against my hairy chest as I allowed my full weight to
crush her into the mattress.

   Not too heavy for her though, because she pulled me closer, arms around
me, one around my shoulders the other in the small of my back.  I felt her
raise her legs, then her thighs around me and her pretty little feet linked
together over my bum as we started to fuck properly.

   It was a good job the girl was a randy little piece or I would have cum
too quickly I was so excited.  As it was within seconds it seemed, though
probably a couple of minutes, she was cumming, her finger nails digging
into my back, her hips moving under me to meet each of my down-thrusts, and
then her vagina contracting so tight it almost hurt.  Hurt good though as I
pulled out and shoved right in, my pubic bone bashing into hers, my cock
raking down her clit on the way in.

   She was panting and squeaking: not noisy.  I expect she had learned to
be quiet given the odd places she must have had sex!.  Anyway, there was no
doubting the strength of her orgasm as her cunt milked my cock and I felt
my own orgasm rising.  Arse-balls-cock....  "Oh god I'm coming!  You little
darling.  Yes!  Fuck!  Oh yes!"

   I half-heard my voice as I lost control and spurted deep inside her,
once, twice, three times, and always her cunt spasming, her arms gripping,
her little moans and squeaks.

   Shit!  What a cum that was.  All my life I never had one like that
before.....

   After, we lay silent, both amazed I think, until I realised I was a
great heavy lout and she a frail little girl, for all her grown-up
sexuality.

   I rolled off her.  She moved up the bed and kissed me, her tongue in my
mouth, in a gesture that said more than words.  It had been good for her
too.

   So we lay legs intertwined, but the rest of us free to fondle and
caress. Young Cindy clearly liked my hairy chest as she was combing her
fingers through that black mat, sometimes tweaking and pulling my nipples.
Often her soft little hand....  long fingers and pink-varnished nails.....
slipped downwards a few inches to comb my pubic hair, sometimes cradling my
balls as if weighing them, sometimes running a finger nail up the front of
my cock and then tickling just beneath the glans.

   As for me, I was content to stroke her tits....  how often had I
imagined doing that to some nubile young teen in the shopping mall, feeling
the plump warmth,: could not have been silkier to the touch if encased (as
they had been earlier) in thin nylon.  When she pulled at or tweaked one of
my nipples I did the same for her, and she giggled, enjoying the game.

   Needless to say I was stiff again: might have been the viagra, but more
likely the forbidden fruit of a beautiful, illegally-young, blonde little
girl, herself so obviously still horny and up for more forbidden sex-play!

   She leaned over me, her breast-tips brushing my body, and I felt her
hand on the base of my cock.  All I could see was the shining blonde hair
draped across my body, but then like an electric shock the warmth and wet
of her mouth as her lips closed over my glans.

   I moaned.  I could hear my involuntary groan!

   I stroked her hair and she turned her face to look me in the eyes, a
happy smile on her lips.

   "I want to suck you, John.  Can you cum in my mouth do you think?  I
want to taste you!"

   "I want too."

   "Sit on the edge of the bed.  It's good if I kneel beside the bed and
suck you like that..."

   Submissive!  Skilled.  Twelve years old, but knew what a man likes:
probably what she likes too, I thought.  And no need to pull out at the
crucial moment like most women I'd bought....  she wanted to taste, to
swallow....  Jeez!  I was getting my money's worth tonight.  That extra
twenty a bloody fine investment!

   She sucked taking my full length into her mouth without gagging, bobbing
up and down.  Often she would pause, tilting her head and looking me in the
eye, sometimes mischievous little-girl looks, sometimes that sort of
submissive admiration that sends a man wild.

   I stretched my legs out straight and held her head loosely between my
palms so my hands slipped through her silky shoulder-length blonde hair, so
sexy.  I knew she usually wore it in a pony-tail as I could see the pink
ribbon on the heap of her street clothes.  Blue denim mini-skirt and tight
shiny white fabric top.  That bare midriff had exactly matched just like my
best fantasies dressed that way in the mall, pink trainers and her blonde
hair in a pony-tail with a pink ribbon, careless of showing her satin
knickers under that too-short skirt.

   Those girls look so innocent despite their slutty, provocative
clothes....  but what lusts that little-girl naivety half hid from the guys
who, like me, delighted in listening to their excited chatter, hoping for a
flash of bottom or panty-tight pussy?  Imagined those pert breasts naked,
or satin-bra covered, to be fondled and enjoyed.  She was of that exact age
when the little girl had fully learned the pleasure her nipples and clitty,
but not yet paired off with a chosen boy for real sex, Hence the
group-girlie chatter and false modesty mixed with deliberate tempting
clothes and gestures!

   Only my little Cindy already knew all about it: had been enjoying sex
for years: knew what a guy wants, needs: could give it and enjoy pleasing
him!

   These thoughts filled my mind as she sucked, fluttered her tongue up and
down my cock as she bobbed her lips up and down on it.

   Fuck!  That's good, Cindy!  Like that!  Fuck!  You'll make me cum!"

   She looked up at me and there was a sensuous look in her eyes as if she,
too, was loving this oral sex.  She winked at me, and that was sexy as a
sort of acknowledgement that what we were doing was a bit naughty.  Nice,
yes.  But naughty.

   The sort of look a twelve-year-old girl would give a guy as she sucked
him off, I thought, and i felt the naked skin of her shoulder with my left
hand....  so fine, so silky.  Flawless and milky-white like her whole
lovely, slender body.

   "Coming!  Fuck!  Coming!"

   She sucked harder and at the crucial moment pulled at the skin of my
ball sack.

   It was too much!  The orgasm built and then exploded, a shattering,
near-painful feeling in my cock and then the relief of the squirting cum,
my cock deep in her mouth She kept it there, still pulling at my balls,
while I thrust four more times.  She swallowed it all....  before letting
my cock out to dribble its last oozings onto her left breast.

   And then giggled, and I saw that despite her expertise at fellation,
that blonde shoulder-length hair, her lovely tits....  this was still just
a little girl having fun, exciting fun!

   I felt good about it all: none of the guilt, that sadness that usually
follows sex you have paid for.  I lay down on the bed and gave her a chaste
cuddle while we lay together.

   "You got a ciggy, Uncle John?"

   As we sat side by side propped against pillows she chattered away
telling me about herself, very open and innocent for such an accomplished
little whore.

   The person she really loved in her life was her daddy, but he had been
caught after a bungled armed robbery and was serving a long sentence.  She
had been ten when he was locked up, and his two prisons since then had been
a long way away, even if her mother had been interested in visiting, which
she was not!

   I questioned her a bit and found out that her daddy had been fucking her
for about two years before he was sent down, which meant he had started to
fuck his daughter when she was eight.  Jeez!

   "Didn't it hurt dreadfully?  You must have been small down here."

   I rested my hand on her silky-smooth mound, my fingers downward over her
warm pussy, still leaking cum and girlie-juice from our earlier frolics.

   "No!  Daddy knew how to make it ready for him.  He used to suck me off:
he'd been doing that since I was six.  And he's kiss my bottom too, and
slip his fingers in.  Oh!  I should have said that he mostly fucked me in
the arse, not my cunt, though he did that too sometimes."

   "But you're so small.  Was your daddy small too?"

   "No he's a big tough guy like you, and big here as well." She grasped my
cock, which the conversation had made hard again.  "And i used to ride on
it so it did not matter how heavy he was.  Let's try it that way, shall we,
Uncle John?"

   She did not even wait for my nod before she was climbing astride me,
grasping my cock in her soft little hand, and with a cheeky grin wiping the
knob up and down her cunt.  I could feel it pass over her hard clit every
time, and catch slightly in the opening of her vagina.  With my pre-cum....
amazingly I was still dribbling even after all the balls-draining cums....
and with her juicy enthusiasm for sex it slipped up and down easily.

   I felt her hold my cock bolt upright: it felt to me as if my cock was as
hard as a steel rod, steel with wings to soar.  She placed the knob, and
then there was the warmth and wetness as she sank slowly down on it till
her bum was in my lap and my cock completely buried in her honey pot.  I
had been holding her hips, but her tits were so inviting.

   My cock is stiff as I write this and I'll have to jerk off soon.

   I recall so clearly the feel of her small, firm breasts, the nipples
stiff against the palms of my hands, my fingers feeling the plump, silky
warmth of her young tits.

   Her vagina gripped my cock: despite our shagging all evening she was
still tight, a wonderful sensation: and she did not move, just sitting
there her hands on my chest and enjoying my caresses of her lovely,
so-white body.

   "Jeez, Cindy!  You're so sexy.  Fuck me sweetie.  Fuck me.  God, I want
you!"

   She giggled, little girl despite the so adult, so experienced position
she found herself in, and slowly lifted herself on strong thigh muscles,
pausing a second when only my knob was in her, and the crashing down.  Not
sinking slowly, this time, but coming down with full force.  This went on
for minutes, her bobbing up and down, athletic, me laying there like some
Roman Emperor or Turkish Pasha enjoying the pleasures only a
teenage/pre-teen girlie can give.

   It was working for me, and I could feel the excitement mounting in my
loins.  One hand left her tits and fondled her arse, squashed with each
down-thrust of her buttocks, squeezing and stroking soft, silky skin as she
rose each time.

   I felt her move forward slightly, changing the angle at which my cock
entered her cunt, and I could feel it raking across her clitoris as she
crashed down.

   "Oh yes!  Oh that's good.  Fuck!  That's good".  Her whispered
commentary was accompanied by little squeaking sounds and groans, panting
deep breaths as she drove herself to yet another orgasm.

   And me too!  I was close.  She knew it and tweaked my nipple.

   That did it.  My hips were moving now of their own accord rising to meet
each down-thrust of her cunt.

   "Fuck, Cindy!  I'm cumming.  Fuck, you're good!"

   She had her eyes closed now and there were beads of sweat on her
forehead and upper lip.  I squeezed a tit, hard, and tweaked her nipple.

   "Me, too, Uncle John....."

   I could feel her orgasm as her cunt contracted on my cock so tight, but
still allowing it to move in and out.  It gripped, and at the end of a
crashing thrust I spurted deep within her.  Up, crash down....  another
spurt.  And another..  My cock now just twitched, but she was still coming,
riding me, bouncing up and down, her cunt spasming around my cock.

   Then she collapsed on my chest, face against my hairs, licking, her arms
now around my neck.  I had my arms around her bottom and was stroking and
fondling her buttock-cheeks as her cunt still gripped-released-gripped my
cock.  Her orgasm seemed to last minutes....

   We lay there.  "Fucked"!



   Till she rolled off with a laugh, arms still around my neck, and sought
out my lips for a long, wet, passionate kiss, tongues in mouth, hands
stroking, caressing here, there, everywhere.

   "Ciggy, Cindy?"

   "Please."

   As we smoked she started to chatter again, completely at ease with me
now.

   "I was surprised you didn't want to fuck me in my arse, Uncle John: most
guys want some of that.  I think it's because they can't get it at home
that way.  You married, Uncle John?  You've not got a ring I know, but lots
of guys don't wear one." She giggled.  "Sometimes you can see the marks
around their finger where they've taken it off before meeting me.  Men!"
She giggled again.

   "No, not married, Cindy.  And the only reason I've not had your cute
little bum is you've kept on offering me what I just couldn't say no to. 
And now, I doubt if I can get it up again......  even for your tight little
bottom hole, sweetie."

   "I know how to get it up....  You know I said my daddy used to fuck my
arse a lot, in fact he didn't have my cunt till I was ten, just before the
law caught him: it was always bum before that.  And you know something?  He
likes to be fucked in the arse too: I've seen him being fucked and he was
always hard and nearly always came.  I bet he gets plenty of that where he
is now, which is nice for him.  Anyway he showed me a trick to get guys
hard: they can't help it even if they are completely shagged out!  Want me
to show you?"

   Of course I did!

   "Kneel down with your face in the pillow."

   Her little shiny black hand-bag was half-buried in her heap of clothes,
and she rummaged and found a tube I recognised as KY!  I had cheated,
turning my face to look at her as she bent over the bag: god!  she had a
lovely arse, jutting a bit, rounded, firm with no sag-lines at all, Just as
firm and silky as I had felt it to be.....  perky!

   "Now, just let me do my bit, Uncle John, and stay quiet!"

   "Oh my god!"

   I felt the cold of the KY jelly against my anus, then her fingers
invading me.....

   I would have expected it to hurt: it didn't, just felt strange, and
full! I felt her feeling around inside, and then the oddest thing!

   "Ah!  I've found it!"

   The sensation was odd, but good!  And, amazingly communicated itself
directly to my cock.  I was getting stiff.  Astounding!

   "What are you doing, Cindy?"

   "I'm massaging you, finger fucking..."

   "I've never had anything up there at all before.  It's nice!"

   "You should.  Daddy liked it so much he used to go to the sauna to get
himself shagged."

   "Which sauna?"

   She giggled.  still pressing and fondling up inside.

   "Hey!  You're interested, Uncle John.  He used to go to two, but always
said the one on Cooper Street was the best for getting fucked.  You've got
a good body, like him: lots of guys would want to do you."

   More sexy little giggles, and I was really hard now.

   "You know if I did this for a few minutes it would make you cum without
touching your cock." She grasped it.  But I'd rather have you fuck me in
the arse."

   "And I'd rather do that!  Kneel down."

   "I can take it on my back too if you like."

   "Kneel down.  I want your cute bottom.  Mmmmmm!"

   One hand on each firm cheek I parted her buttocks.  So white and silky,
and there exposed to my eyes her secret rose, pink like her nipples, pretty
as any flower (but perhaps my increasing lust for her bottom was affecting
me!  Anyway, it was a delicious sight and I knelt there as if hypnotised).
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, long blonde hair
obscuring half her angelic face, an enquiring look in her eyes.

   I leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on her anus, heard her giggle of
pleasure, and then licked with the point of my tongue round and round, and
finally got the tip of my tongue inside her.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!"

   It was all the encouragement I needed.  I squeezed a dollop of lube
right onto her anus, another on the crown of my cock, placed my knob and
gently, but powerfully entered her.  My first arsehole, I thought to
myself, and surely the prettiest, tightest I would ever have, and the
cutest perky little arse, held between my hands as I shoved home till my
thighs rested on her buttocks and I was completely inside her.  Amazing
that such a doll-like child could take my full length and breadth with
every indication of joy.

   "Oh yes!  Now fuck me, Uncle John.  Hard if you want: I won't break!"

   I held her hips and fucked slow at first but deep and powerfully, my
cock sliding easily in and out, but held tighter even than her adolescent
cunt had earlier.  I had touched the end of her cervix when in her vagina,
but seemed to be touching nothing at the end of the thrust up her bum.

   I became aware she was rubbing her clitoris, one hand under her body,
the other arm propping her in her kneeling position.  I could feel the
vibration of her fingers as she diddled herself: it was no pretence she
enjoyed being buggered!

   This gave me the encouragement to dare to fuck her harder and faster,
and I was stimulated by her little squeaks and moans, the wiggling of her
bottom, the occasional "Yes!" or "Like that, yes!"

   Unthinking I slapped her buttock with my open palm, the sound echoing in
the near-empty room.

   "Oh!  I love that!  Spank me while you bum-fuck me.  Oh!  Yeeees!"

   So with each thrust I slapped her, left hand, right hand, left hand. 
faster and faster till I could feel her body tense, her panting moans
increase, and she was coming.

   I reached under her and grasped her breasts, one tit in each hand.....
and came, spurting four times each at the end of a deep, powerful thrust,

   We rolled over side-ways, my cock gripped by her arse, and stayed like
that silent, motionless for minutes, till her bum expelled my limp cock
with a fart.  We both laughed.

   I was not messy, but her fingers were, so she rinsed my cock and her
hands at the same time....  cold water in the sink!

   And that was it.  In theory I still had one of my four hours, but that
was enough for one night!  I dressed and watched her dress, enjoying seeing
her again briefly in her pretty lingerie, fixing her little-girl mini-skirt
and cropped top in my mind for later (wanking) use!  I lit a cigarette for
her, kissed her forehead as a good-bye, and left her phoning her pimp.

   I pissed against the gate-post and remembered to put my hoodie up.

   Walking back to the car-park I told myself I could afford this sort of
sex once a month.  The butcher guy had mentioned he had a twelve-year-old
black girl...  and the "house-rules" were anything that did not leave a
mark on her body.  That got me thinking!  I could afford a trip to "The
Butcher's" once a month....  not so long to wait.

   I was nearly at the car-park now: I lit another cigarette (I don't smoke
in the car.)

   If I gave up smoking I would have enough spare cash for two trips a
month...  I could have that black girlie in just two week's time!  I knew
exactly what I would like to do to her!

   I threw the half-smoked ciggy into the gutter and dumped my lighter and
cigarette packet in the bin at the car-park entrance, I felt a new man
already!