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Rosy Age 12

Sarah and I had `dated' for a few months before her parents found out that we were having sex and they made us 
stop seeing each other.  We still sneaked a few fucks in but never again at her house after that.  It had been 
her father that caught us.  We were hot at it when he walked unannounced into her room.  Both of us naked, me 
with my tiny dick shoved deeply in his little darling daughter's nasty cunt.  The last time we were together she 
cried and told me that she couldn't ever be with me again because of what had happened the day before.


She had come home from school and found her Daddy home waiting for her.   He had been drinking pretty heavily.  
When she went to change her school clothes he had followed her into her room and stood there watching her.   
`I done stopped when he came in but he yelled at me and made me take off all my stuff.  I had to get naked in front 
of him.'  Sarah started crying and I had to coax her into telling me what happened.  `He done fucked me.  And he 
hurted me a lot.  I bled.  He made my pussy bleed.  You never hurted me like that.  He was so big.  I don't know how 
he got that big thing up in me but he did.  He just shoved it up inside me and hurted me.  Then he fucked me really 
hard.  He said he'd been thinking about fucking me since he found us doin it.  Then he slapped me a bunch a times and 
left me layin on my floor.  He done told me I was a little whore.'  We fucked for the last time that day, hiding 
together behind the Dempsy Dumpsters out back of school.  I never saw her again after that.


I was near my 13th birthday and was trying to put together a new magic show.  I'd got pretty good at a few of the 
illusions I spent all my allowance and show incomes on.  By now I was doing a few birthday parties and charging $25 
for them.  I'd been given an old tuxedo and my mom had tailored it for me so it fit pretty well.  With the black coat 
lining, I could conceal lots of magic items and I practiced daily.  My brother invited some of his school friends and 
I'd invited classmates from my elementary school as well.  We put up flyers at school and charged admission for those 
who weren't invited guests.  Rosy came with her cousin who was in my brother's class.  I did a great show, pulled out 
all the stops, using all my new tricks.


After the show as we were all having cake and ice cream, Rosy approached me.  `Hi.  I'm Rosy.  I'm visiting my cousin 
Elaine.  I'm having a birthday party next month.  Would you like to come?'  I didn't know if I was being asked to perform 
or attend.  `I mean, just as you.' She added.  `Sure.'  `Well, we live in Cambridge, over near the University.  It's 
gonna be a sleepover.'  She gave me the address and it was in one of those uppity areas where you had to dress for dinner.  
I felt sorry I had said yes so quickly.  `Daddy's taking us out on his boat so wear shorts and boat shoes.'  I felt 
relieved and just a little scared.  Rosy didn't look like she came from money.  In fact she looked a little cheap to me, 
like maybe she'd learned a little bit too much from the streets, more like she was from Southie or Dorchester than Cambridge.   

And I didn't have boat shoes.  I didn't even know what boat shoes looked like.  Row boats, speed boats.  Maybe like a barge.  
I didn't know.  I didn't know how old Rosy was.  Should I buy a present?  A sleepover?  

I showed up at the address she had given me and stood outside a pale blue three story clapboard frame house with bay windows 
a couple blocks from Harvard Square.   A half dozen red and blue balloons were tied to the arched support around the leaded 
class front door.  I reached for the bell as Rosy opened the door.  Not yet 5 feet tall, Rosy had her dirty blond hair pulled 
tightly back in a ponytail.   Her pink face accented with red lipstick, her eyes darkened with eyeliner and mascara.  She wore 
tight cutoff jeans that hugged her closely, the white pockets sticking out from beneath the fabric.  Her barely buttoned pink 
shirt was tied up just beneath her small breasts leaving inches of exposed tummy skin.   Her smile went ear to ear seeing me 
as she hugged me to her. `I was so afraid you wouldn't come.'  She kissed me on the mouth.  Not a long passionate one, but a 
nice little `gee, I'm glad to see you` kiss.    I felt her back and confirmed there was nothing beneath the shirt.  `Come on 
in.  We're almost ready to go.'  


Inside was a small group of kids I didn't know.  `This is the guy I been telling you about.  He's terrific.'  I didn't know 
how to react to praise other than to blush.  Sure didn't want to peed my pants!  Several of them to up to shake my hand.   
`OK, kids, we're ready to head out.'  The speaker shocked me.  He stood well over 6 feet tall, had shaggy long hair that reached 
past his shoulders, baggy grey t-shirt, cutoff jeans like his daughter, and bare feet that clearly needed attention to his nails.   
We shuffled out back and piled into an old VW bus.  Rosy snuggled up tightly against me, her smooth bare leg rubbing against mine.  
We sang pop songs, Rosy's dad leading the sing along.  We reached the boat, another group of kids waited for us.  The boat was 
bigger than I expected and immaculate.  A two masted sailboad, white over black with cabins, heads (which I thought were 
bathrooms) and huge sails that when unfurled reached the tops of the masts.  We motored for about an hour before Casey (Rosy's Dad) 
started shouting orders.  In minutes we were under sail and headed past Thompson's island and into Massachusetts Bay.  We sailed 
southeast.


`Come on,' Rosy ordered.  `Let me show you the boat.'  We toured stem to stern, finally going below decks.  `These are the cabins.  
You and me'll be in this one.'  Stopped me dead.  `You and me?'  `Yeah. I mean if you want.  You can share with my Dad if you want.'  
She looked into my eyes.  `but he won't fuck you like I will.'    `You gonna let me fuck you?'  Rosy didn't answer.  She reached 
her arms around me and pulled me against her, shoving her pelvis into mine.  `I been fuckin boys since I was 11.  I'm 13 tomorrow 
and I choose you to fuck for my birthday.'  `But don't your Daddy care?'  `Care?  No.  He don't care.  He's an old hippie.  He lets 
me do what I want and I want to fuck you.'  `But ain't he got a lot of money?  Don't he worry about reputation?'   `He's got a lot 
of money he earned with his books.  That's why we got a nice house and boat but he don't worry about nothing.'  She paused a moment.  
`You wanna fuck me or not?'


It was easy to untie her shirt.  She shrugged it off and let me look at her sweet little tits.  Round, high and firm, the pale 
areolae stood erect from the light brown base.  I felt them one at a time, firm, warm to the touch, the nipples springing back as I 
flicked them.  `Bite me a little.'  I bent forward and took the left one in my mouth, her hard nipple exciting me as I bit it gently.  
`Harder.  Bite it harder.'  I bit down on the girl's nipple as heard her moan.  I felt my dick come alive.  I shifted attention to 
the other breast, just as firm, just as warm and beautiful.    As I was sucking and biting her, Rosy was undoing the brass button 
that held the waist of her cutoff jeans together.  She unzipped and struggled out of them.  She took my hand and pulled it to her 
nylon panty covered pussy.


`I'm hot for you.  Let's fuck now.'  Me, a 13 year old boy moving to a sailboat berth with a mostly naked girl on the eve of her 13th 
birthday.  `First I want to see you naked, then I want to see how magic you are.'  My dick had grown a lot over the past 2 years.  It 
was now a rock hard 5 inches, pretty respectable for a kid my age.   Rosy's physical reaction surprised me.  I suddenly smelled her, 
an almost acrid smell.  Whether it was her pussy or her sweat glands I didn't know but she changed from sweet smelling child into a 
musky hungry woman.  She became an animal.  She shoved me onto my back and mounted me, aiming my cock at her already wet pussy.  She 
hunched against me, rubbing her slit up and down the length of my dick.  Hunching up and down until my dick found her opening.  I 
entered her, her tight and barely used little non-virgin almost 13 year old pussy.   `Lay still.  Let me do the work.'  She rolled her 
hips back and forth, her hands flat on my chest.  I looked up at her tits, round, firm, bare to my gaze.  My dick got harder.  


She rode me for minutes, raking her fingernails across my chest leaving red streaks as she scratched.   I held her hips pushing her 
back, pulling her forward at the rhythm she set, forcing my dick into her as deeply as I could, our pelvis bones bumping hard.   I felt 
my orgasm begin.  She felt the change in me and slowed down her strokes, stopping as I was deeply in her.  I realized my eyes were closed.  
I opened them and looked up at her.  `Not yet, baby.  Not yet.'  She held firmly against me for a moment then began again.   The feeling 
had subsided, pushing my orgasm feeling back down for a moment.  She stroked me again, getting her stroke count back to where it had been.


Twice more she felt me about to shoot, twice more she stopped and held me off.    Third time was the charm.  It wasn't me that began the 
orgasm.  It was Rosy.  She clamped her fingernails into my chest, her feet shoved tightly against my legs, her toes curling, her head 
thrown back.  She began to moan like she had when I bit her nipples.  The moan turned into a series of UNNH  UNNH UNNH with each stroke.  
Then a sound like I had never heard a girl make before.  It was animal, a howl, her head thrown back, her body shaking.  Her thrusts hurt 
me as she slammed her cunt against me.  Her shoulders began to shake, her firm tits going crazy as she felt her legs go numb, her breath 
almost stopped, it sounded as if she was choking.   She stared at me, her face contorted, then she screamed, the sound of her orgasm 
bringing me to a shattering climax deeply inside her, ropes of cum, three, four, five times, I shot loads of cum inside the child.  Lying 
on my back, I nearly passed out.  Rosy fell on top of me, my cock popping out of her, her legs now straight along my legs, her naked body 
on top of me. 


We lay there sweating together.  I don't know how long we lay there but she finally began to feel heavy on me.  I rolled her off and lay 
beside her.  I don't know what made me do it but I wanted to taste her.   I moved down between her legs and smelled.  I stuck out my 
tongue and gently licked the top of her slit.  I pushed her legs apart and clasped my mouth on her just fucked young pussy.  I had sucked 
only one pussy before her - Sarah - so I really didn't know what to expect, but I loved it.  I tasted her juices, I tasted my own cum 
(a new thing for me.  I had never tasted cum before.)   I shoved my tongue up inside her, licking the sweet smooth walls of her vagina.  
She moaned.  I found her clit - having done a bit of research on female anatomy during the last year.  I licked it, she shivered.  `More'  
I licked more.


After Rosy's second orgasm, we heard a three tone chime.  Rosy sat up.  `Time to eat!  I'm starved.'  She looked at me laying beside her.  
`You did great.  Let's do that again tonight.'  


Rosy and I lasted through the next couple of months.  I learned that her dad was a Harvard grad and a published author, writing adult stuff 
for magazines and a few books that had made him rich.  He and Rosy lived in her grandmother's house that her dad had inherited.  I never 
learned what happened to her mom and never asked.  Rosy left me for one of her dad's friends who was in his twenties.  Her dad thought she 
was old enough for a man.    I did see her once after that.  She was hanging on the arm of a old guy who was wearing a three piece suit 
and carrying a briefcase.   She had on a miniskirt that barely covered her pretty little ass.  



End of Ch 2.  Chapter 3 takes place three years later and will be published soon.













