THE GIRL WITH THE CURLY BLOND HAIR

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"How'd ya like to fuck a little girl?"

My head snapped around to look at my friend, disbelieving what I'd just heard him say. "Come again?"

He took a sip of his beer and replied with a grin, "You heard me, Phil."

I'd known Harry for quite some time. He had a really dirty mind and I was used to his sometimes outrageous statements. "Sure, why not?" I replied rather flippantly.

"She's ten..."

"What else?" I asked.

He closed his eyes as he conjured up an image in his mind. "She's about yea tall," he said holding his hand about four feet off the ground, "tiny little thing. Sweetest pussy on earth... so tight, so juicy, not a hair to be found anywhere on her except her head... blond and curly. Loves to suck cock and fucks like a sixteen year old."

"I see..." I said with my voice dripping with disbelief.

"No, really!" he blurted as he opened his eyes. "I'm serious!"

"Yeah, right, Harry," I replied knowing BS when I heard BS and Harry was full of BS.

"I don't give a fuck if you believe me or not, asshole, but you didn't answer my question. How'd ya like to fuck a little girl? For real."

One thing that Harry and I had in common was a weakness for porn... pedo porn to be exact, pre-teen girls in particular. He had a huge collection of graphic porn, pics and videos, that he kept on an encrypted external hard drive locked up in a safe in his home office. We were in his "office" now, having just jacked off while viewing some stuff that'd get us both twenty years each if it was ever discovered by the thought police. He claimed it was all untraceable, as he'd acquired most of it all by hacking into the server of some unsuspecting and unnamed company and remotely downloading the files using their server as a cutout.

"Her name's Lisa," he added. "Guy I know, she's his girlfriend's daughter. Fucks the hell out her and her mama knows all about. In fact, for a cash contribution, you can fuck her too. Do damned near anything you like with Lisa... within limits."

"Limits, what limits?"

"Oh, you know, nothing that would leave a mark.

�Wanna see a picture of her?"

"Sure."

He worked his way through a series of folders, opened one and clicked on "slide show". The very large computer screen turned black for a moment and then a fraction of a second later an image appeared of a smiling, very petite little girl with blond curly hair. She was all dressed up like she was heading to out to play soccer. After five seconds, the picture changed. This time she had turned to the side, holding her soccer ball, but still had that radiant smile. Five seconds later and there she was, still fully clothed with her back to the camera, foot resting on the ball. In the next pic, still with her back to the camera, she was lifting the helm of her top. The image changed and the shirt was half off her back. Next pic and it was coming over her head.

I sat mesmerized as this little angel slowly stripped naked. Only when she was fully nude, did she turn back to face the camera, her smile radiant. The next three dozen shots were of her nude in various poses with and without the soccer ball, and included several close ups of her smooth bald pussy and her exquisite ass. If there was any reluctance on her part about posing nude, she didn't show it. All too soon, the slide show was over and it began again at the top.

Harry went to close the program, but I stopped him as I wanted to see the entire sequence again, frame by frame. The entire slide show only took five minutes or so, but for the next half hour, I watched it time and time again.

"That thing's gonna fall off if you keep that up," he quipped just before he closed the slide show. He was right, I was sore from the self abuse inflicted over the past hour or so, especially the last thirty minutes.

"So... you wanna fuck her? I have."

"When? When did you fuck her?"

"Last Tuesday night. I met my friend, paid my money and..."

"And what?"

"What do you think? He took me over and I screwed her. He screwed her too and her mama was there the entire time watching Law and Order in the next room! I tell, ya, that lil' whore was worth every penny!"

"How much?"

"Two hundred for a full hour, one hour minimum. You can buy her for a full day for only five hundred. Mama will call her in sick at her school. You can do anything you want. Oral, anal, you name it. Tie her up, spank her, fuck her silly."

"For real?"

"Ya got two hundred to spare?"

A couple of days passed and I hadn't heard from Harry. I put in calls to him, but he never picked up. I left voice messages for him and he didn't answer. I sent texts and never received a reply. As best as I could tell, Harry had disappeared from the face of the earth, or worse, was incarcerated. By the time he did call, I had worked myself into a lather thinking about little Lisa and what she was going to do for my poor abused cock.

"You busy tonight?" he asked when I picked up still at work.

"No... Where have you been? I've been calling..."

"Busy," he tersely replied. "Got your money?"

"Yeah, I've had it together for days."

"I'll pick you up a seven. Wear something nice." He hung up. It was just as well, as personal calls during office hours were frowned upon by the powers that be.

The traffic that afternoon had been horrific and took me longer to get home than usual. Back at my apartment, I grabbed some left over spaghetti and meatballs out of the fridge, nuked it and wolfed it down. Then I showered, shaved my groin, and shaved my face. I splashed on a little cologne, used an unscented deodorant and put a little gel to the hair giving it a slight spike. I selected a pair of clean pressed khaki slacks, a nice polo shirt and polished loafers.

Ready to go, I sat, anxiously awaiting Harry to come pick me up. Seven PM came and no Harry. I began to fidget. 'Why is that SOB always late?' I asked myself. Quarter past seven and my phone rang.

"You ready?" he asked. "I'm downstairs waiting."

I bolted out the door, locked it and hurried down the stairs. There in the parking lot I spied his red Camaro. I slid into the passenger seat and we were off. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into a public park. We parked the car and then walked to a fountain. There was no one there. A few minutes passed, a man appeared and approached Harry and I. He was a big man, blond hair with a scar on his face, his upper lip curled into a permanent scowl. He looked like a Nazi goon from central casting.

"You have the money?" he asked me with a menacing snarl.

"Yeah, sure," I said reaching for my wallet.

"Not here!" the man said. "Wait until we're in the car."

Then turning to Harry, he said, "Pick up your friend here at nine thirty."

"I'm not coming?" Harry asked.

"You have your two hundred?"

"Uh, no, I just thought that..."

"Think again," the man dismissively told him.

He turned and walked away, back the way he had came. It was getting dark and I was somewhat nervous about going off alone with this guy, but I followed.

Once in the black SUV, he simply said, "The money?"

I pulled out the cash and counted out ten twenty dollar bills.

Satisfied with the amount, he said, "You have a cell phone?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Turn it off," he demanded.

I fished my phone from a pocket and turned it off.

"Now give it to me," he demanded.

"Why?"

"Just give it to me. I'll return it when I drop you off back here. Now give me the fucking phone!" I gave him my phone.

"Now, get in the back."

"The back seat?" I asked.

"Yeah, the fucking back seat," he replied clearly annoyed.

As I exited the car, I expected him to just drive off with my money and phone before I could get into the back, leaving me broke and stranded. But he didn't and I climbed into the back seat, noticing for the first time how heavily tinted the windows were. In the fading light, I could hardly see a thing.

"In the back pocket of the seat," he said, "there's a blindfold mask. Put it on, lie down and stay down until I tell you to get up. Sit up or take off the blindfold, I'll stop, dump your ass and you can walk. Got it?"

"Yes, got it," I replied as I lay down blindfolded. It was very disorienting to be lying down in the back seat of a car blindfolded as it drove this way and that. The only thing I could see were the brief flashes of light as we passed under a glowing street light. After ten minutes or more, we came to a stop.

I heard a rumbling sound and he said, "Okay, you can get up now."

Removing the blindfold, I could see that we were inside a double garage. He got out and so did I, following him through a doorway into the kitchen of a very nice home. Sitting at the kitchen table was a nice looking woman, maybe thirty years old, smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of white wine.

"This is the John," he told the woman as way of introduction. "Where's the cunt?"

"She's in her room," the woman replied.

The man then said, "This way," and I followed him out and upstairs to a bedroom. He opened the door for me and I stepped in. There, sitting on the frilly canopied double bed in the light pink bedroom sat the little girl I had seen stripping out of her soccer uniform. She had on what appeared to be a pink see-through nightie.

"What's your name, fella?" he asked.

"Uh, Phillip," I answered.

Turning back to the pretty little blond girl he said, "Lisa, honey, this is Mr. Philip. Be nice to him." He then turned and closing the door, leaving me alone with the young girl.

"Hi!" she said waving her fingers at me. "You look nice."

"Uh, so do you," I answered.

"Come sit with me, Philip."

I sat, nervous as a teenager on his first date. She looked at the clock. It was quarter to eight. "We have until quarter to nine," she said. "Shall we get started?"

"Uh, yeah, sure..."

"Why don't you get comfortable then?"

It felt odd undressing in front of the little girl, who sat silent and smiling as my clothes were shucked. When I was finally down to my drawers, my thumbs hooked into the waistband, she finally spoke up. "No, let me do that for you."

She stood up, knelt in front of me and peeled off my briefs. Even after I stepped out of them totally nude, she remained at my feet looking up at me. "I like a man with a nice cock," she said. "You have a very nice cock. May I kiss it?"

I don't remember if I answered or not, not that it mattered as she rose up on her knees, leaned into me and kissed the head of my painfully erect cock. I nearly blew my load right then and there! But then she slid her lips over the head and I came. I shot off like a young kid getting his first piece of ass.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped as I pulsed and pulsed, pumping my seed into her small mouth until she pulled off and let me shoot it in her pretty face. Fuckin' aye!

Catching my breath, I stammered, "I'm sorry. I just got too excited."

"That's okay," she said holding my wilting peter. "I just love spurting cocks, and your semen, it tastes very good, not like some men. Besides, we still have most of your hour left. Don't worry, we'll get it up again and have some real fun. Now, you just sit back and relax."

I sat and she walked over to her white with gold trim dresser and turned on her iPhone. A dance tune began, playing through the docking station, and she began dancing for me, cum streaked across her pretty face, her see-through nightie flaring out as she spun around, giving me little glimpses of her body. The song ended and she stood with her back to me. A moment later, she was letting her top slide off her shoulders and then drop to the floor. My cock went on full alert. Another tune began and she resumed dancing, this time I could see almost all of her except that covered by her lacy pink panties. Halfway through the song she began working those panties off her hips, slowly exposing to me her perfect unblemished ass.

The song ended and soft, easy music began as she approached me totally nude. Surely I'd died and gone to heaven. As she drew near, I could see how enlarged her dusky nipples were. I could only imagine how her nipples had become so enlarged and prominent.

She crawled up into my lap, straddling me. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to mine and her tongue snaked into my mouth. For a long moment we kissed, her hands running through my hair, my hands sliding over her bare back and bare ass, my hard cock impossibly trapped between her legs and pressing against the bald lips of her preteen snatch.

She rose and pressed a nipple to my mouth. Greedily I sucked it and gnawed on her hard fleshy nip, her other nipple now possessed by my hand, tweaking it, twisting it. I changed nipples and sucked on the other as my other hand came up to fondle her wet nip.

She pulled back, smiling at me and then lowered herself on my jutting prick. Holy fuck! She did it with such precision that she never touched my dick to guide it into her. And, just like Harry had said, she was tight. How she could still be this tight after doing it enough to perfect her technique, was something I'd have to think about later. All I could think about at the time was the wondrous feeling along the entire length of my cock as it slid up inside her until I was pressing against her cervix. I still had an inch or two to go, but who cared, the working end of my cock was planted as deep into this child as deep as it could possibly go.

Fully impaled, she leaned back and looked into my eyes. God, she had the most gorgeous blue eyes, eyes you could gaze into for hours and never get bored. Again she said, "You have a very nice cock, Mr. Phil," adding, "It's fits just right." Then she rose a little and my glans came off her cervix, only to sink back down and drive my glans tight against her cervix once again. Up, down, up, down, she slowly rose and fell on my happy cock. For several minutes she fucked me like this, before pulling off.

She now lay on her back, legs spread, her arms up inviting me to mount her. I mounted and drove my dick into her hard with one motion. She closed her eyes and grunted. I wanted to pound the shit out of her, but somehow, my better nature told me to take it easy on her. She was, after all, just a child. Even if she was a whore, she was a child whore; a child whore, eager and ready to give me pleasure. In return I wanted to give her pleasure as well.

Having blown my load earlier, it wasn't hard to fuck and fuck and fuck and not shoot off again and possibly end the most incredible fuck of my life. We changed positions often, on and off her bed. She was so light and tiny that it was easy to stand, pick her up and fuck her onto my dick.

It was while fucking her in a standing position that I noticed the mirror. It was a large mirror set into the wall. It wasn't hanging, it was set into the wall.

We changed positions again, this time she was holding onto a bed post, as I held her off the floor by the hips and fucked her from behind, my attention drawn again to the mirror, watching my reflection as I fucked the little girl.

I finally came and shot my load up her snatch. Exhausted, I lay on my back while she cleaned my cock and began orally caressing it, in hopes, I suppose, that I'd get it up again. And I did. But not in time to do anything about it. Just as I was about to put it to her again, the door flew open, the blond goon burst in naked and announced, "Your time is up! Get your pants on and get out!"

As I scrambled to get my drawers on, he mounted the little whore and began fucking her hard. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" she cried. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!"

In return he was saying, "You like Daddy's dick, you little cunt? Whose cock do you like the best?"

"Your cock, Daddy!" she cried out, her legs dancing madly in the air as she was soundly fucked. "I love your cock best!"

I took my time watching the spectacle before me. But when he began hollering that he was cumming her pussy, I figured it best if I hurried up and got out of there.

Tucking my shirt tail into my slacks as I descended the stairs, I heard the trademark chime, "Dunk, dunk!" of Law and Order drifting up the stairs. At the base I saw the woman, curled up on the sofa, glass of white wine in hand sitting before the large screen TV. She gave me a funny smile and asked, "You didn't hurt my baby, did you?"

"Uh, no," I replied.

"Soon as he gets his rocks off," she said taking a sip of wine, "he'll take you back to the park."

"Uh, okay. Sure." What else could I say?

Sure enough, a minute or two later and the Nazi goon was coming down the stairs, more or less dressed. "Let's go!" he said pointing to the kitchen.

A moment later, I was in the backseat of the SUV once again, and like before blindfolded and warned not to sit up or take the blindfold off until he told me too. Ten minutes or so later, and I was I was standing in the parking lot, my cell phone back in my hands, looking at the tail lights of the SUV, the tag number clearly displayed.

"I can find you if I want to," I said to myself smugly as I memorized the number. I would check it the following day at my job at the DMV and see who it belonged to.

As usual, Harry was late, showing up a quarter to ten after I stood around for over a half hour waiting for him.

As it turned out the next day, there was no record of that tag number in the data base. It was a fake tag. I had to hand it to the guy, he knew how to keep a secret. But, if he was that careful I realized, how did Harry know how to get in touch with him? I'd have to ask and then brow beat Harry into telling me. I was also determined to find out if the goon was actually the woman's boyfriend or the girl's father. At this point I'm betting on incest. As for that mirror, I am convinced now that it was two way mirror and the entire hour fucking the little girl had been watched... possibly video recorded; how else to explain the raging hard-on and raging libido of the goon when he reentered her room? Apparently I'd given him a great show. Meanwhile, I'm saving up my money for another hour spent with the little girl with blond curly hair.