Copyright (c) 1997 Lisa Cohn.   ALL Rights Reserved

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                               Sarah
                                 by
                              Lisa Cohn



     Although it was the beginning of Autumn the last of the summer sun
still shone. John had missed most of the suumer of '65 being away at sea.
But now he had two weeks shore leave and had finally made his way home. He 
was luckier than most for, although still young, he had managed to buy 
and maintain a place of his own. Home visits did not give him the time to 
relax that he wanted, but were an endless round of decorating, cleaning 
and gardening. With the payments on the house he could not afford to run 
a car but used a motorbike instead. It was a British Triumph, nearly new, 
won in a card game six months ago from a petty officer on board the U.S.S. 
California. He had since transferred ship, which gave the PO little chance 
of winning it back!

     The house was not in the best of neighborhoods, but it was all he
could afford and meant that he had a base when not at sea. He had passed
the stage where he would go to see his folks all the time, having made
the decision to begin making a life for himself. He would see them at
Thanksgiving and Christmas and they'd have to make do with that. In the
house to the right of his lived an elderly couple. They had been very kind
to him over the past few months, old Albert kept an eye on the property 
and his wife Martha would produce a wonderful array of home-cooked fare 
when he was at home. They were like the grandparents he never new. To the 
left was the property of Maggie Osbourne and her daughter, Sarah. Maggie 
was divorced and worked hard to give Sarah what she needed. At the moment 
she worked two jobs, mornings in the delicatessen and evenings at the wine 
bar. Other neighbors had looked after Sarah when she was young, but now 
she was eleven Maggie felt that she would be able to look after herself 
whilst she did the 6 - 10 shift at the wine bar.

     For a couple of days John has busied himself around the house with
general maintenance work, tonight though he was prepared for a night of
watching football on the TV. The season hard only just begun and John 
wanted to catch as many games as he could before he returned to duty.
Football was always a prime topic of conversation onboard ship and he
wanted to be up on all the close season activities of teams and players.
He had finished painting the window frames in the small front bedroom, 
cleaned brushes and tidied away. He showered and drove the sweat from his
svelte body, dressed in t-shirt and jeans and rode the Triumph down to
the store to pick up some beer. He returned at half past five, in time to 
see Maggie come out of her house and head off towards the bus stop to catch
a ride into the centre of town. As she left he could see Sarah standing by
one of the windows. He caught her eye, Sarah smiled and disappeared. It
was the first time he had seen her in almost six months. She'd grown up
quite a bit. He remembered her as a very boyish looking girl, with short
chestnut brown hair, brown eyes and a wardrobe that seemed to consist of
nothing but jeans and old shirts. She looked different now, with her hair 
longer, so that it fell just over her shoulders at the base of her neck.
There was something else. She was wearing a dress! He put his bike away and 
thought nothing more of it. 

    The game started at eight on the TV so John cooked, as best he could,
ate, read a motorbike magazine for a while and finished the letter to
his cousin Joe that he'd started two days earlier. At ten to eight he 
settled down in front of the TV ready for the game,  beer to the right, 
cookies to the left and his feet on the rickety old coffee table in front 
just to the left of the screen. Outside the light was dying fast and the 
warm red glow of the sunset cast shadows on the curtains. Tonight, he
thought, I can relax. SHIT. The phone.

John let the phone ring for a while hoping that the person the other end
would give up and hang up. No such luck. He crossed the room and picked
up the receiver.
"Hello." he said curtly.
"Mister Foster?" said a young voice. John was quite taken aback. He rarely
heard himself referred to as 'Mister', rather by his rank or just plain
'Foster'.
"Yeh," he replied "John Foster."
"It's Sarah from next door." came the voice again.
"Yeh, hello Sarah. What do you want?"
"Well, Mom's out and I've got a problem and she said that if I had a 
problem I should ring one of the neighbors."
John sighed, he could her the opening music to the football game on the TV.
"What's the problem then?" he said.
"It's the shade in the front room. It's got stuck. It's getting dark 
outside and I've switched the light on, but people can see in and I'm
affraid." Sarah's voice trembled a little.
"Okay, I'll be over in a minute." His voice betrayed him, showing his lack
of enthusiam. 
"Oh, thankyou!" came the little girl's voice. I'll unlock the front door."
"'Bye." and with that he slammed the receiver down on its cradle.
"Why me? Of all the neighbors, why me?" he said as he slipped on his
shoes and took a coat from by the door. By the time he had walked round
to the next house he had calmed down a little. the game would be on for 
hours and this would only take a few minutes. It wouldn't even have
started properly by then. 

     As he leaned forward to press the bell button the door swung open.
Sarah stood in the doorway with a big smile on her face.
"Oh thank you for coming round Mister Foster." she grinned.
"It's John, Honey  -  just John. I can't get used to 'Mister Foster'."
"Okay.......John!" she said, almost sarcastically emphasising the name. 
He walked through the door into the hallway. It was quite nice here. 
Maggie had done a good job, he thought as he looked around. He had helped 
her before when she needed a hand lifting things or going up a ladder, but
otherwise she was a very resourceful lady.
"Where's this shade then Sarah. I want to hurry because I'm missing the 
football game on TV."
"Oh, sorry. It's in there." she said pointing to a door to his left.
He walked into the room. It was dimly lit by a lamp in the far corner as 
Sarah hadn't wanted to put the main lights on. He could see the shade
in question over the far side of the room. He marched straight over,
examined it quickly, then belted one part of the fitting with his fist.
"There, done!" he exclaimed.
"Wow, that was quick." said Sarah with surprise.
"Oh, you just got to know where to belt these things." he said matter-of-
factly. "Right then, I'll be off. Don't forget to lock the door behind me."
"Oh Mister Foster.....I mean, John." came the little voice again. 
Shit, what now?
"Would you like a cup of coffee? I can put the game on the TV in the other
room so you don't miss it." Her voice was insistant.
"Well, I should be going, but if I can see the game here for a while I
might as well keep you company."
Sarah's faced beamed and she almost skipped her way out into the hallway.
"TV's in there." she said and she pointed to another door, then went off 
into the kitchen to make coffee.

     The coffee duly arrived and Sarah placed it on the table in front of
John. He leaned forward to move it a few inches so that he could see the
whole screen. Sarah then sat down next to him on the couch and the pair
watch TV. It was a better picture than on his set, he thought to himself,
alot less snow. Now there was another job for him to do  -  fix the ariel
on his own TV. If the Osbourne's could get reception like this then so
should he be able to. Sarah inched closer to John. He leaned forward and
picked up the cup. God  -  strong coffee, and he thought of the beer that
was sitting waiting for him on the couch at home. Sarah moved a little
closer so that when John sat back they rubbed shoulders. Eventually the
lure of the beer was too much and John swallowed the last of his coffee
and made to go.
"Oh, must you?" whined Sarah in her little girl voice.
"Yeh, I've got things to take care of." he replied.
"Well thank you again Mister.......er.......John." and with that she leaned
towards him and pursed her lips to give him a kiss. John puckered up as
if he were going to give one of his little cousins a kiss, then it hit him.
Sarah launched herself at him and clamped her mouth over his like a limpet.
He struggled for a second and tried to push her away, but as he did so
he could feel her small tongue pushing its way through his lips and into
his mouth. She flicked it around inside for a moment, then withdrew and
sat back grinning broadly from ear to ear.
"How was that!" she asked.
"Boy, where did a young thing like you learn to do that?" 
"Tommy Baker's sister showed him and he showed me last week after school.
It's great isn't it!"
"But, little girls like you shouldn't go round kissing men like that, they
might get the wrong idea." He sounded so sensible.
"So you didn't like it." he face dropped as she spoke.
"It's not a case of not liking it Sarah, but it's not the thing to do.
Anyway, what else has Tommy showed you?" There was genuine concern in his 
voice.
"Well, he said that he would show me his cock if I showed him my pussy. I
didn't want to, so I thumped him and ran away."
Now that's more like the Sarah I remember, thought John.
"My Mom says you've got a huge cock!" she announced after a few seconds.
"What! She told you that!"
"Well, no, not exactly. I heard her talking to one of her friends on the
telephone yesterday. She saw out the back in your shorts before she went
to work."

John felt flattered that Maggie had been watching him and had told her 
friend about him, but was rather taken a back to hear about it from an 
eleven year old!
"Sarah! You're too young to know about things like that!" he gasped.
"No I'm not!" she said petulantly. "I know all about it. Mom had a
boyfriend who came home from work with her at night. They would watch a 
film then go to bed together. One day he left without the film and I 
watched some of it when Mom had gone out in the evening. They had left 
the projector out and the screen. I saw everything, you know.......cocks 
and pussies. They were doing it!"
John felt slightly aroused hearing such a little girl talk in this way, yet
saddened in that she had learned about it from some porn flick. 
"Do you want another kiss?" she asked. John couldn't resist.
"Okay, but then I've got to go."
Once again she threw herself at him and planted her mouth on his, This time 
he did not resist, but put his arms around her. He could feel her warm body
through her thin dress and ran his hands up and down her arms a couple of 
times, oh such tender flesh. Then he gently pulled away from her and made
to go again.
"Thanks." he said, not knowing what else he really could say.
"That's alright." she replied with a twinkle in her eyes, then added
"Anytime!" with a knowing emphasis.
John walked toward the door and was just about to take the handle when
Sarah shouted
"Oh, just one more thing.  I'm gonna take a bath in a minute. Could you
unhook the back of my dress for me?"

     John wasn't particularly startled by the request. He'd done the job  
loads of times  -  usually for his mother or sister. Sarah turned and 
pushed her hand back over her shoulder pointing at the little clip. He 
walked towards her and lightly brushed her beautiful chestnut hair aside, 
revealing the two little points of her dress where the clip ends met. He 
pushed the points together and released the catch. He paused for a brief 
second, hardly believing what he was thinking. He was thinking of Sarah 
and what she would look like naked. Christ, this child was only eleven.
She wouldn't tell  -  would she? No, she wanted his attention. She wouldn't
tell  -  would she? Whilst still cradling her hair in his left hand he
clasped the end of the zip and slowly pulled it down and slightly toward 
him so that he could look down inside. He could see the lovely complexion 
of her shoulders, her back, the line of her spine, her light brown tan
still showed signs of the summer gone. He gazed at her unblemished skin, 
pulling the zip lower and lower. There at the base of her spine he could 
the waistband of her white panties, then the white material that clung to
her firm young buttocks. He was breathing deeply, his prick beginning to
stir. The zip was now fully opened and he placed his hand inside, gently
caressing the smooth skin, tracing the line of her spine down, down until
he reached her panties. He playfully plucked at thew waistband letting it
slap back against her body. His left hand all this time was stroking the 
nape of her neck. Sarah did not move. God, was he frightening her? She had
told him that she had run away when confronted with Tommy's advances. What
must she be thinking?

     John's hands stroked the girl's body for ten, no fifteen seconds. 
There was still no reaction, then she moved a little. He stopped, waiting
to see what happened next. She moved her arms forward slightly and the
top of the dress slipped down over her shoulders revealing bare flesh. He
used both hands now, stroking and caressing from her neck across to the
tops of her arms. He was breathing heavily. This was wrong, so very wrong,
but he must, must continue. He bent forward and kissed the back of her neck. 
She jumped a little with surprisem then relaxed, moving her head first this
way, then that, to accommodate his kisses. His hot breath making her spine
tingle with excitement. 

     She moved again. He stopped again. The little summer dress with the 
floral pattern slipped to the floor. Christ, she was standing there in 
just her white panties. His hands moved from her shoulders down her arms, 
then around to her front, smoothing her skin against his palms. Over her 
belly, down as far as the waistband of her panties again, then up, up over 
her chest. Sarah had no breasts, just tiny nipples which were hard to the 
touch. His fingers circled round the minute, erect points of youth.
The silence was broken.
"Oh, that feels lovely Mister......er......John" she said quietly.
John continued his stroking actions, his prick fully erect and pushing
into her back slightly. 

     John wanted to explore every inch of that young body. He had never,
ever felt like this in his life. True he had screwed more women that most
men his age, but it was always paid for, rushed and when he was blind drunk 
on shore in some port or other around the world. This was different. He was
sober, in control. He knew exactly what he was doing and this frightened 
him a little, knowing where it could all end. He carried on regardless.
His arms over Sarah's shoulders, he ran his hands down her front and over
the material of her panties, feeling her mound beneath his finger tips.
She let out a gasp of air as he cupped the whole of her cunt in one hand
and squeezed lightly. Now his hands slid back up her body, around her 
nipples and back down to her panties. He repeated the process over and
over, then finally on the downward stroke he took a deep breath and slid
his right hand under the material of her panties. She gasped as his hand
cupped her bare mound. He rubbed back and forth for a few seconds then
dipped his middle finger slightly, parting the lips. Her breathing was
coming in shorter, harder gasps now. He slid the finger back and forth
searching for her little clit. At last he found it, a tiny bud nestling
in the folds of skin.
"Oh, that's it. That's the spot. Oh, ....Oh,...John." she purred.
Jesus Christ! He was masturbating an eleven year old. Not a story for
the mess deck when he returned to sea!         

For a moment he was distracted by the roar of the crowd and gabble of 
commentators voices on the TV. Screw the game!
"Turn off the set, Honey." he ordered, and freeing herself from his grasp
she skipped over to the TV and turned it off, the black and white picture
fading to just a dot in the centre of the screen. She turned and looked at 
him standing in the middle of the room watching her. She grinned at him,
hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down
to the floor, calmly stepped out of them, picked them up and waved them 
around her head.
"There!" she said triumphantly. "Now you can see all of me!"

John walked over to the couch and sat down. 
"Sit down Sarah, I want to talk to you." he said quietly.
She moved over in front of him and sat down on the floor, feet stretched
out in front of her, and fell backward slightly, taking the weight of her 
body on her arms behind her. Her legs were slightly apart and John had a
good view of her hairless pussy no more than four feet away from him.
"Now listen, Honey. " he started, "This is wrong, all wrong. We, well I,
could get into a lot of trouble for doing this sort of thing with you.
I've gone too far already, and it should stop now."
"Don't you like me anymore?" she wimpered.
"Ofcourse I like you! What a thing to say."
"I won't tell. Honest, I won't. I liked what you were doing, it made me
feel all tingly inside. Please carry on."
John looked at the clock. Maggie wouldn't be home for a hour and a half.
He felt himself losing control, losing control to the seduction of a
little girl.
"Promise you won't tell?"
"Promise!" she said, perking up.
He looked at her childish body in front of him. She was so beautiful, her
eyes sparkling with naughtiness!
"Show me your cock then!" she said.
John had gone too far to stop now. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, 
then stood and released the buttons on his jeans. Sarah looked intently
as he slipped them down. His shorts bulged at the front, his penis 
throbbing with pent-up excitement. He pulled them down to his knees.
"There!" he said.
Sarah said nothing, she just looked closely, examining it from the tip, 
down the shaft, to the point where it merged into his body amongst a shock
of curly black hairs.
"Come here." he ordered.
Sarah got up and stood in front of him. He knelt down and clutched her
to his body, then releasing her slightly, kissed his way around every
inch. His hands found her firm buttocks and kneeded them as he kissed
each nipple in turn. Sarah gasped again, then standing up John picked
her up and laid her on the couch. He spread her legs wide and went down
to meet her sex. She was so young, so fresh, so tender, so alive........
so....Sarah! He kissed the top of her cunt, then down and down until his
head could go no further. He moved back up and with his right hand parted
the folds of skin, exposing the pink inners of her womanhood. He stopped
for a moment to take in what slight aroma there was, then gently lapped
with his tongue, up and down, up and down, until finding her little bud
he worked it with deft flicking movements. She groaned, pushing her hips
forward to meet his tongue. He became aware that she was beginning to
get damp, probably for the first time in her life, and the aroma of sex
grew stringer in his nostrils. She groaned louder as his tongue moved and
delved deeper inside her hole, constantly flickimg backwards and forwards, 
then slowing and lapping at the juices. God, this tasted so good.

Now his hand slipped a little and one finger entered her. She shuddered. 
He moved it around inside her as his tongue returned to her clit. She 
bucked and moaned. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until he found 
her maidenhead, intact, blocking his path. She jumped a little as the tip 
of his finger touched it. He withdrew his hand and worked some more with 
his tongue. With every lick she was getting more arouse. She writhed under 
his face, pushing harder and harder towards him, then it hit her with a 
wave of pleasure the like of which she had never experienced in her life. 
Her body tensed, then shuddered as the pleasure rippled through her. After
a few seconds her body relaxed and fell back against the couch, panting
hard.

John looked at the girl. She had her eyes tightly closed and a sort of 
smile on her face, but she was completely relaxed. He sank back on the
floor and watched as she 'came round' from her experience. Before too 
long her eyes opened and her little elfin face was grinning broadly at him.
"Mmm. That was.... oh, yes!" She couldn't find the words.
John smiled back, running his tongue over his lips collecting another
taste of her juice. Sarah looked at his cock, standing up like a flagpole
in the middle of his body. She slid of the couch and sat next to him.
"Can I touch it?" she asked.
"Ofcourse you can." he smiled back at her.
Sarah placed her fingers on the shaft of his cock and lightly stroked at it.
The she wound her fingers right around it and slowly pumped up and down.
She must have seen this bit on the film, thought John. She shuffled closer
and bent down taking the tip in her mouth. John groaned and shuddered as
her tongue licked at the end. She licked, kissed and sucked at the end of
his prick, not taking much of its seven inches into her mouth, but doing
more than enough to have John breathing hard and fast. The sensation was
incredible, added to the thoughts going through his head about the age of
giver of this pleasure. He began to move his hips, more of his cock
disappeared into her mouth with each little thrust. She took it without
batting an eyelid. Suddenly he could feel the welling of a tide of semen
burst through his prick straight into her little mouth. She stopped as his
thick cream hit the back of her throat, she sat back and the second spurt
slid from her mouth. Her tongue retrieved it, washed it round a couple of 
times then she swallowed. He placed he mouth over the end of his jerking 
prick and took the final few little spurts.
"Christ!" she cried. "I thought you'd peed in my mouth!"
"No, Honey, that's called cum." John panted.
"Oh, I know all about that, I just didn't think there would be so much of
it. It tastes quite good really."

John pulled her little frame down beside her and cuddled her for a few 
seconds, then they lay in eachother's arms for a few minutes, hot, sticky,
tired and happy!
"Sarah? You know when I put my finger inside you, did I hurt you?"
"No. It felt real nice."
"Could I put my cock inside you?" he asked.
"I think so." Sarah was not sure quite how this would feel, but at the
moment shoe would go along with anything John suggested.
"Now, there's one thing. When I touched you inside I could feel your
hymen. That's a little piece of skin that protects your insides whilst
you a little girl. When you first, you know.....do it, the skin breaks
and it might be a little painful, and there might be a little blood, but
you mustn't worry because it's natural. You're not a little girl any more
Honey, you're a young woman  -  well after tonight you are."
He looked at her face lying next to him, it beamed with the excitement
of being told that she was growing up, no longer a little kid.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
"Will you lick me again?" she asked.
"Yes, I will, Oh I surely will!" replied John, and with that he lifted
her back onto the couch for a second time.

This time he was slower, more assured, more aware of her mounting
excitement. he didn't want her to climax under his tongue. She lay still
with her legs as wide apart as she could, her head raised slightly so 
that she could see what he was doing. This felt so good, she didn't want it
to stop. John worked his tongue around her tiny bud, making the juices
flow again. There were more this time, and that would make it easier to
penetrate her body. His prick was recovering its hardness and he decided
that the time had come to make their loving complete.

Carefully he moved himself up over her body, resting the tip of his prick 
against the top of her slit, then with his weight supported on his left
hand used his right hand to guide it up and down until the little lips
parted and the head of his penis slipped inside her. She jumped a little
and groaned as she felt him enter. He moved in and out very slowly, letting
her get used to the feeling. Gradually more and more of his prick entered
her. She was so tight in there, hot and slippery and oh so tight. He
could feel her muscles clamp around his shaft and he slowly pumped away.
He lowered his head and whispered into her ear.
"Right, Honey, the moment has come. Hold on, I'm going to make you into
a woman." and with that he made one powerful thrust forward. The tip of
his penis ripped through her hymen without any difficulty. She screamed
as the wave of pain hit her. He held his prick inside her and whispered
comforting words into her ear. The pain was subsiding, her cries reduced
to sobs and so slowly he started to pump into her little body. He could
now get six inches into her. He raised his hips a little so that the shaft
of his prick rubbed hard against her clit. She moaned. She was beginning
to enjoy herself again. John could feel her breathing harder, the muscles
in her cunt clinging to his prick more and more as he pumped. He moans
became cries as she felt herself rising to a peek, she was going to come
again. His thrusts got faster and faster as he too felt a climax
approaching. She tensed, gripping his prick inside her for all she was 
worth, her body started to shake and go into spasm. John pushed hard
once more, a last thrust and he felt his load force itself into her
waiting cunt. She shouted, he shouted, she felt the warm liquid deep inside
her belly. He felt it circulate around the head of his prick.
John fell to one side, exhausted, and lay on the floor panting hard.
He had just screwed an eleven year old, taken her virginity, he had loved
every second and by the way she was smiling, so had she!


The next day Maggie came over after work in the morning. Sarah had told 
how John had fixed the shade on the window in the front. 
"I'm ever so grateful. Poor Sarah, she's so shy, and the thought that
anyone might look in whilst she was changing quite frightened her. She
doesn't even like me seeing her nude nowadays."
John just smiled.
"Oh well," continued Maggie, "she's only an innocent little girl, isn't 
she."

                      How wrong could a mother be!



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