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   Upstate
   By Romany
   (M/g)
   A dark December evening in East Syracuse, Upstate New York.
   She accosted him as he came out of the supermarket.  A young black girl
of indeterminate teen age dressed in a dark blue jacket and jeans, with
white sneakers.  Ill equipped for the cold and snow.
   "Share with me," she said touching his arm as he went to open the door
to the SUV.
   Eric turned and regarded the girl; surprised by her appearing from
nowhere when the car park was seemingly deserted.  She was slim and very
cute in her juvenile way.
   "What?" he said with a sense of indignation at what amounted to begging,
despite being taken by her appearance.  She was kind of hot.
   "Share with me...I don't have any money and I'm hungry," she said and
made to look helpless at him.
   "Go...go home," he said looking at her; ogling her tight crotch.
   "I can't," she said.  "I can't go back there," she added looking a
little fearful, to let him believe she was in some danger if she returned
to her home.
   "Share with me...the food...warmth.  Just for tonight," she said, her
voice quavering.
   Eric stood somewhat perplexed by this girl who was now trying to get him
to look after her for the night.  He swallowed hard.  He wasn't averse to
teen age sex and maybe there was an opportunity to bang her.  He'd been
that underage route before.  She saw he was mulling over her plea for food
and warmth.
   "I'll make it worth your while," she said holding his gaze.
   Eric's jaw dropped as her words coincided with his thoughts.  Could she
mean what he thought she meant?  Was she old enough to realize the
implications of her comment?  He stood dumbfounded trying to think of some
comeback to leave her in no doubt as to what he thought she meant, yet the
fact she was so young made him hold back in fear that he was wrong.  Any
improper overture by him on what might be some innocent offer of reward by
something other than sex might cause her to become alarmed and create a
scene.  Not that there was anyone around to see them.  He swallowed hard
once more and his heart was racing.  She was clearly not sixteen, yet he
was unable to determine just how old she might be, as her face was obscured
by the thin hood of her jacket over her head.  There was a definite swell
to her chest, despite the baggy jacket, which showed she had tits but the
face showed young; perhaps even preteen but somewhat advanced in maturity.
Or maybe she was fifteen and facially just looked young.  She had the fine
black features of a young Halle Berry.
   "OK," he croaked; his mouth feeling dry and he glanced nervously around
with apprehension.
   He suddenly felt like the world was watching and listening to him
agreeing to take this young black girl with him to the warmth of his hotel
room.  To share the roasted chicken and containers of hot veggies he had in
the paper sack for his dinner.  She grinned and quickly circled around to
the passenger side of the SUV and Eric slowly turned and unlocked the
vehicle.  They slid into the vehicle in unison and belted themselves in. 
Eric started the engine and turned on the lights and wipers; noting it had
suddenly started to snow again.  He glanced briefly at her and then
proceeded to carefully drive out of the car park, dodging the mounds of
snow pushed up by the bobcats and tractors that kept the car park open for
shoppers that day.  They drove in silence for the first few minutes as he
Eric picked his way slowly along the highway to take them across to where
his hotel was.  It was dark and hardly any cars were on the road with them
because of the wintry conditions.  Approaching cars drivers might catch a
glimpse of a young black girl with bushy curly hair sitting in the front of
an SUV driven by a white male; perhaps in his late thirties.  But Eric felt
sure it would not attract attention as other travelers concentrated on
picking their way carefully along the snowy highway; and they would ignore
the occupants of other cars.  He turned to her.
   "You from around her?" he asked; feeling a little more at ease knowing
she was probably unrecognizable from the outside now.
   "Not here exactly.  Oswego," she answered candidly.
   "What brought you in to East Syracuse then?" he asked.
   "Oh...stuff," she said somewhat mysteriously.
   "Why couldn't you go back home?" he asked continuing to press her for
information on where she was from.
   "Problems," she said in an off-hand way and looked out her side window
into the snowy black night.
   "So you choose not to go home?" he said glancing at her.
   "It's obvious aint it?" she asked almost derisively, and glanced at him
as if it was a dumb question.
   "Of course...obvious," he agreed.
   "Why not...that you don't want to go home?" he asked a little more
carefully given her last response.
   "Stuff...problems," she said simply.
   "Some shit going down with your family?" he volunteered; showing he was
being conversational, and not just interrogating.
   "You could say that," she said with a snort.
   "And have you had problems with your family before...I mean have you
gone with other folks so you didn't have to go home...before?" he said
cautiously and looked away from her.
   She turned and studied his profile as he leaned forward gripping the
steering wheel and peering through the blur of falling snow in the cars
headlights.  She had sized him as a typical wimpy down-trodden husband
before she approached him; his boring Walmart jacket, trousers that seemed
a size too big, and a rather nerdy haircut.  He was quite tall and actually
not too bad looking.
   "Maybe," she answered casually.
   He turned and glanced at her and saw she had a faint smile on her lips.
The hood of her jacket had rolled off her mop of hair and he was taken with
how beautiful she was; despite clearly being very young.
   "How did you know I wasn't from around here...Syracuse...I might have
turned you down...gone back to my family" he said glancing at her.
   "I knew you were from out of town," she said a little smugly.  "Rhode
Island plates and this sitting on the passenger's seat told me it was a
rental," she grinned holding up the vehicle details card the rental company
hung from the rear view mirror.
   He had taken it off when he picked the SUV up, and thrown it on the
passenger seat.  She had clearly cased the vehicle before approaching him.
She had a fair idea he was not local and as such likely to be staying at a
hotel.  She chose him deliberately because he was not local.  Not some
local Good Samaritan who might take her home or to the nearest police
station once she had come on to them for food and a place to stay the
night. It occurred to Eric in a flash that she had definitely been this
route before.  He felt a little more at ease and had a heightened
anticipation as to what her `I'll make it worth your while' promise meant.
He decided to ride his luck and avoid asking any more questions that might
put her off him.  She was here.  She expected shelter and food and she had
made an offer he was certain had an adult connotation.  She had offered
herself.  And Eric was too much of an immature man, with perverted logic,
to pass up what he was expecting to do with her despite it being obviously
wrong; she was a seemingly willing, underage, girl.  Sensibly he should
stop and throw her out, and flee.  Or take her to the hotel lobby and call
the police.  But as Eric had been down the illicit road of underage sex on
a number of occasions his feeble logic had always been `they wanted it' and
he never once held himself responsible for the outcome.  To Eric this was
just plain good luck.
   "What's your name?" he asked, smiling at her explanation of detecting he
was a visitor to the city.
   "Nancy," she lied.
   Her real name was Tonya.
   "What's yours?"
   "Steve," Eric lied back.
   "You from Rhode Island Steve?" she asked.
   "Yep, Pawtucket," he lied once more.
   He was from Woburn, Mass.  No point in telling her who he really was or
where he was from.  He pulled up in the back parking lot of one of the
chain of budget hotels in Carrier Circle.  He had already checked in when
he arrived that afternoon and so he led her to one of the buildings back
doors to the car park; avoiding walking through the lobby where guests
would be crowding around the small restaurant for the minimalist free
dinner the hotel served most nights.  As they approached the door he made
sure the girl had pulled her hood up.  He wasn't sure if there were video
cameras on this door and he was concerned there might be and did not want
her face exposed to show her race and youth.  Surely these features would
make someone suspicious; her being with a white man.  He let them in using
his electronic card key and ushered her quickly to his room, pushing her
lightly to get inside quickly.  The room was simple with a small bathroom
and shower inside the door to the right and a single room with a double bed
with the head against the internal wall to the bathroom; the foot of the
bed facing the windows.  A sideboard with a TV on it to the left and a
plain settee against the wall to the right, opposite a desk beside the side
board towards the window.  The girl stopped and took the hood of her thin
jacket off her head and looked around.  This was familiar to her.  She had
been in rooms like this before.
   Eric placed the food bag on the desk and pulled the curtains quickly,
and then turned on a lamp above the bed head.  He turned and looked at the
girl who stood watching him.  He dropped his small suitcase in the closet
opposite the bathroom door.
   "I'll go to the lobby and get some plates," he said with a smile.
   She nodded but didn't speak.  He left the room and made a rapid trip to
the lobby restaurant area and took several plastic plates, plastic knives
and forks, and some pepper and salt sachets, and left immediately.  He was
sure no one had taken any notice of him removing the plastic items.  Back
in the room he found her sitting on the corner edge of the foot of the bed.
She had removed her jacket and he was mildly pleased with her appearance
without the shapeless jacket.  She wore a light blue vee-neck sweater and
plain white blouse.  He had noted the tight dark blue jeans she wore at the
supermarket car park.  That was where he had noted her tight jeans
accentuating the curve of her pubis and inviting swell of her crotch.  It
was his second glance at her, checking her out as she approached him at the
super market car park, that told her he was someone who could go along with
her.  She had been rebuffed and put down as much as she had had success in
getting picked up, to know it was never a guarantee that all men would
react favorably to her obvious charms.
   Eric went to his suitcase and retrieved a long handled pocket knife, and
walked back to her opening the blade.
   "I use this to carve the chicken," he announced triumphantly.
   He often dined this way when travelling; buying wholesome budget food so
he could maximize the profits from his daily travel allowance.  She was a
little bemused but caught on as he laid the chicken out in its tin foil
tray and began to carve the breast and leg quarters from one side of the
bird.  He placed a piece on a plate each and then taking a plastic spoon he
opened each tub of vegetable and spooned then equally between the two
plates.  He had over-ordered so there was plenty.  Nancy sat watching how
fastidious he was at sharing the food.  She was feeling pleased he wasn't a
wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type whereby she might now be on her back being
fucked hard.  She had had some tough experiences in her not-quite-thirteen
years.  Men who turned mean once their cocks got hard.  He handed her a
plate and she looked around and moved over to the couch by the wall.  He
followed her and sat the opposite end.  The struggled to cut the chicken
with the small plastic knives but both were able to eventually clean their
plates in relative silence.  She was obviously starving and easily beat him
finished.
   "Have some more," he said generously.
   She stood and went over to the desk and carved the wing portion from the
untouched side of the bird, and spooned the remaining veggies onto her
plate.  Eric ate slowly and ogled her tight butt.  Noting it lacked the
larger booty look to it that characterized African American women. 
Feature-wise she could almost be Caucasian with dark skin; or maybe
Hispanic or Eurasian, yet she was clearly black.  He studied the slim
thighs from the rear, and the gap at the top at her crotch, accentuated by
the tight jeans.  He was almost drooling at the thought of putting his hand
there...better still...fucking her tight little pussie.  She knew he was
mentally undressing her; she could almost feel his eyes boring through her
clothing.  She felt strangely excited.  The feeling she had noted from when
she was about ten, when men looked at her in a mall or on the street.  She
had learned that most men had no compunction at imagining young preteen, or
pubescent girls, as sex partners; even if the majority would run a mile if
ever given the opportunity to fulfill their fantasy.  She dribbled the last
of the gravy over the food and returned to the couch.
   "This is good...thanks," she said and smiled at him
   "I do this often," he began; "when I'm travelling.  Most supermarkets
have some sort of cooked food selection.  Chicken, roast beef, fish," he
concluded.
   She nodded her understanding as she devoured her second helping.  Eric
took his plate to the desk and dropped it into the small trash bin.  He
cleared the empty vegetable tubs and dropped them into the bin.  He was
left with most of a half of chicken and he looked around for somewhere to
leave it.  He usually got a family room with kitchen facilities and fridge
but the hotel was full so the smaller room was all he could get.  It would
spoil in the heated room and he wanted to save if for a snack later.  He
decided to take it out to the car and leave it in the vehicle overnight. 
It was so cold it would be like leaving it in a fridge.  He wrapped the tin
foil tray in the inner plastic bag it came in and motioning to the door he
explained he was going out to place the chicken in the vehicle.  She smiled
and nodded at him and continued to eat.  Halfway to his SVU, Eric had a
short pang of fear that she might bolt from the room now he had left her
alone and she had eaten.  He had his wallet with him so she couldn't steal
money or credit cards.  Just the small suitcase and that only contained a
change of clothes and his toiletries and shaving gear.  Despite feeling
relaxed she had nothing of value to steal he hurried back in case she might
leave.
   Arriving back in the room, he flicked the door restraint to stop anyone
bursting in should they have a key, and he paused noting the bathroom door
was closed.  He listened at the door and heard the tell-tale hiss of a
woman pissing.  She was taking a leak.
   "Keep those panties down sweet bitch," he muttered quietly to himself;
"I'm going to plow your tight little furrow.
   He grabbed his crotch and massaged his cock causing it to become half
hard in his shorts.  He moved away from the door to the end of the bed and
noted she had dropped her plate and utensils in the trash bin and the desk
was clear once more, except for his knife and a handful of paper napkins.
He wiped the pocket knife blade with a napkin and closing the blade,
dropped it into his jacket pocket; dropping the napkin in the trash.  He
quickly removed his jacket and his woolen sweater so he was now in a
tee-shirt and jeans; kicking his shoes off under the desk, to stand in his
stocking feet.  He stood at the end of the bed and waited.
   ***
   She appeared at the end of the short corridor near the main door and
turned the bathroom light off.  They locked their gaze and she saw he was
waiting for her to join him.  She gave a sigh of resignation to her
situation and slowly walked towards him; his eyes devouring her as she
approached.  Stopping just short of him, she cocked her head slightly to
one side in a mildly coquettish gesture and then dragged her hand across
his crotch; pressing his half erect cock.  They were both surprised; he by
the suddenness of her advance with her hand and she by the size of his cock
in his pants.  White men were typically small compared to the handful of
black men she had bedded with.  But `Steve' had quite a large piece in
there and she was aware he wasn't properly hard.  He gasped and pushed his
crotch back at her hand in encouragement.  She dropped to one knee and
deftly opened his baggy cargo pants and fished around in the flies.  He
wore plain white Y-front underpants and she had some difficulty in getting
has hardening cock from its pouch.  As it came clear her eyes opened wide
in admiration.  `Steve' was hung.  Any black brother would agree.  She
swallowed hard thinking of what he was intending to do with it and made the
instant decision she needed to get him off quickly with her hand or mouth.
In fact if she could get through the night with a series of hand jobs, and
at worst, blow jobs, it would see she wasn't stretched and split by this
cock which she had already decided was more than she could take
comfortably.
   Tonya slowly began to jack his cock, noting it hardening rapidly as her
hand slid the skin up and down the length.  The organ rising to jut at an
angle above the horizontal; as she stimulated it to full erection.  She
labored with her hand; her face inches from the head, noting the sheen of
precum and how easy it was becoming to drag the foreskin back and forth
over the angry red head.  If she thought she could get away with just a
hand job she was mistaken.  Eric became frustrated at her slow handiwork
and taking her bushy head, pulled her face towards the cock in her hand. 
She had little option but to open her mouth and allow the big cock head to
slide in.  He sighed his appreciation at the change in stimulation and soon
Tonya discovered he had totally taken over control of her actions.  Eric
forced her onto both knees so she had a solid balance; and while holding
his cock in one hand and trapping her head in the other, he plowed her
mouth.  Pushing deeper than she could take and soon she was overwhelmed by
the depth and vigor of his actions.  As she grasped his hips to steady
herself, Eric fucked her face; groaning and moaning in enjoyment as a
counterpoint to her gagging and gurlking noises as he thudded into her
throat.  Her jaw became sore with her mouth stretched open and yet she
could do little to stop him.  By now her breathing was out of rhythm with
his thrusts and she was slowly starving for air; he was going so deep and
so frequently as to cut off her airway.  He gave her occasional respite so
he could drag the saliva coated cock around her face in an act of
subjugation; all the while Tonya was gasping to get her breath back.  Only
to have him roughly shove his cock back in her mouth as soon as he saw she
had regained composure.  Eric knew exactly what he was doing.  He was
quietly dominating her; just as he always did with the women he picked up
on trips like this.  Tonya began to long for him to cum.  She could better
stand having her throat and mouth flooded with the inevitable rush of
semen, rather than endure the throating he was administering with his thick
cock.  Her face was wet from strings of her own saliva from each time he
dragged the big fat cock over her cheeks.
   Eric suddenly stopped shoving into her throat and took her head in both
hands and lifted her almost bodily off the floor.  She wavered on her feet
as he stood her up and before she could gain any balance, he pushed her
back onto the bed.  She cried `oh' at the speed of his movements and even
as she tried to get half comfortable on the bed, he had her jeans open and
was dragging them and her panties clear of her feet.  Tonya was overwhelmed
by the speed of his undressing her and she attempted to move herself
further back across the bed as if to get away.  As she scrambled to move
she caught a glimpse of his face and she froze.  There was a look of pure
carnal lust in his expression as he gazed on her nearly bald sex.  The
pinkness of her inner labia was obvious against the chocolate smooth skin
of her outer mound.  The small rectangle of pubic hair she had carefully
shaped on her pubis which accentuated the overall vee-shaped swell of the
pubis and labia in her groin; and the small dark crinkle of the inner lips.
   "Oh fuck," she heard him gasp and she felt his fingers force into her,
causing her to gasp.
   He worked two fingers into the second knuckle and slowly rotated and
shoved.  Tonya tried once more to retreat across the bed but he held her
firm and leaned over her, burrowing his hand roughly into her warm cunt as
his free hand ran inside her blouse and under her bra to her small firm
breasts.  He found a nipple and twisted it hard causing her to cry out in
discomfort.  For the next few minutes Eric fingered her sex while his hand
tweaked her nipples and massaged her breasts in turn.  She tried to move to
minimize the discomfort he was causing and somewhere in his assault and her
attempts at avoidance, Tonya began to feel the flush of excitement that ran
through her before the pleasurable experiences she had been learned to
enjoy from her father's searching hands when she was younger.  It had
sometimes been replicated by a handful of other men who knew how to bring
on this feeling which she now readily sought from sex.  Yet despite
`Steve's' assault being more akin to the more rough carnal men seeking
quick gratification, she felt the warm glow rising.
   Eric was experienced enough to recognize the change in her movements and
he leered at her knowing she was succumbing to his fingers.  With his
immature sexist approach he believed this was always to be expected, even
if he seldom knew when he had missed by a mile at giving his sex partner
pleasure.  He believed he always did.  Yet he was right on with the girl.
She was young but she was horny.  Tonya could not help her spiral into
sexual surrender.  This was totally unexpected and she was confused about
her reaction given his rough treatment.  Somewhere in the blurring of her
awareness of what Eric was doing, as the feeling began to wash over her,
she began pushing back as he now had three fingers embedded in her tight
preteen cunt.  He felt her wetness rising and she became looser and slack
with her arousal.  Soon she was gasping and crying out and pushing back as
he deliberately pressed his thumb-pad on her juvenile clitoris.  The girl
lost it.  She suddenly tensed, and crying out in small staccato bursts of
"oh,oh" and "oooh...ooh" she began cumming; shoving her hips back at his
invading hand and clasping the hand that was tearing at her hard nipple to
ensure it would stay just as it was.  She was getting her pleasure in the
pain in her nipples.  She let the feeling wash over and engulf her in a way
it never had before.  As she went through the peak and began to tire
rapidly as the orgasm sucked her energy, she was vaguely aware of the man`s
large frame looming over her.  As she slumped into a sexual stupor, she
felt her legs being picked up under the knees and the bump of the adult
cock head against her sex.
   Still fully dressed, Eric drove into her; guiding his cock head with one
hand until he was engaged, and then shoving home.  Tonya bucked
involuntarily as the big adult cock thudded deep inside her against her
cervix and she grunted as she felt herself stretched open.  Eric abandoned
himself to fucking the kid as deep as he could; holding her legs up around
his upper body as crouched into her and his hips moved obscenely as he
rutted inside of her stretched cunt.  He made no disguise at the pleasure
he was getting from her tight wetness and he grunted and gasped loudly as
he shoved and fucked her harder as the bed creaked with his efforts;
eventually crying out as he came hard and spewed forth into her in short
sharp thrusts as he allowed her tightness to milk him dry.  Eventually he
collapsed over her small frame; her legs dropping to the side.  With his
head over her left shoulder, he drooled almost drunkenly with sexual
euphoria and allowed the gratification to wash through him as he joined her
in a deep trancelike stupor.
   ***
   The girl roused herself first.  The weight of the man on her slowly
began to make her feel claustrophobic.  She slowly became more aware as the
reason for being in this pose flooded back.  And he was good.  Despite his
apparent roughness, she believed that was the best she had ever had.  And
he was sill half embedded inside of her.  She studied his back and noted he
was still clothed.  She still had her bra, blouse and sweater on and her
upper body was hot and sweaty because of his body crushing hers.  She was
able to extricate herself from under him and rolled off the side of the bed
and went into the bathroom.  As she backed up to the toilet bowl, she bowed
her legs and felt her sex.  It was a little tender and she was very gooey
from his load of semen and her own libido.  She sniffed her fingers and
smelled the strong sickly odor of her sex after men had cum in her.  She
might not yet be thirteen but she had far more experience of this than any
girl her age ever should have.  She lowered herself onto the toilet seat
and let a long flow of piss go into the bowl.  Sighing as she realized how
good the relieving of her bladder was.  She bunched her blouse and sweater
in her hand at her waist to stop them falling between her legs and she
gazed blankly at the back of the bathroom door.  She turned her head
slightly and caught her reflection in the mirror behind the washbasin and
she studied herself.  Twelve years of age and relieving herself after a
bout of hard sex with an adult male old enough to be her father.  Instead
of feeling flushed with remorse and shame, she saw the involuntary smile on
her lips at the recall of how damn good the sex had been.  `Dad was never
as good as this' she thought and poked her tongue at her reflection and
chuckled quietly.  This had been better than she could have hoped.
   Tonya finished peeing and sat for a moment or two and contemplated the
events so far that day.  She had rightly deduced `Steve' wasn't a bad guy
but his taking her over and dominating the sex the way he did was totally
unexpected and she had to admit that he was one of the rare ones who was
actually good at it.  She had surprised herself how she had responded to
his roughness.  She had been sexually active since she was barely nine
years old, albeit reluctantly at first; learning about men from her father.
His incestuous episodes with her for over two years had taught her about
herself and despite not yet being thirteen Nancy had often experienced the
highs of sexual pleasure through orgasm.  In short she was more than eager
to be with men who knew what they were doing with a woman.  It was the
discovery of the incest by her older sister that had plunged the already
dysfunctional family into chaos.  Her father was angrily turned out by
their alcoholic mother.  For some reason the police were never involved;
the sister convincing her mother they ostracize the father as punishment.
But after months with Nancy being shoved between her drunken mother and her
sister, eventually the father was allowed contact with her again after
promising his bad ways were behind him.  Neither her mother nor her sister
had the stamina to control the girl's increasingly difficult moods and
efforts at independence.
   So with her abusive father now back in the fold, she orbited between
three locations; moving on when she recognized her father's carnal interest
in her rising once more, or her drunken mother went on a bender.  Or her
sister and partner argued over the kid's presence at the dinner table in
tough times.  She quickly realized the only one of her three potential
caregivers who checked where she was, was her sister.  Once her sister had
checked the kid was at her mother's or father's, the girl would leave
saying she was going to the other parent or her sister's place.  Neither of
her parents followed up and each thought she was safe with the other or her
sister; her sister believing likewise she was safe with a parent.  From
here she roamed about the city and fell in with a group of young black men
in their late teens and early twenties, who had a squalid apartment that
was used by friends who dropped in to do pills and soft drugs, and to
drink. She quickly became a favorite and not unexpectedly she became
sexually active with the four permanent residents and one or two of their
visitors.  Twice she put out for up to six young men over a weekend
gangbang session.  Miraculously she did not get pregnant but did catch a
dose of gonorrhea for which her sister oversaw her treatment and put the
girl on oral contraception and made condoms available to her as a backstop
against her ignoring lectures against having sex with strangers at such a
young age.  Her sister and partner threatened the young men with the police
and statutory rape charges, if they ever allowed her back again. 
Accordingly the next time she turned up at their door, she was gruffly told
to `fuck off bitch'.  So it was being caught between the tribulations
suffered at these family locations that led her to cruise shopping malls
and bar car parks that she fell into cheap hooking for food and occasional
accommodation when she did not want to go to any of her homes.  She quickly
learned to avoid locals as those who would turn her in; and how to
recognize travelers eager for young sex in return for a cheap meal and a
warm bed.
   Reality flooded back and as she sat on the john and Tonya thought of the
man lying asleep next door.  The nondescript white man with the
surprisingly big cock that she had somehow taken all of it inside of her.
That had given her such a gorgeous feeling.  Smiling at herself in the
mirror, she stood and wiped her sex with toilet paper, and dropping it into
the bowl, she flushed it away; pausing to watch it swirl out of sight and
the amber water clearing as clean water flushed the bowl.  Washing her
hands under cold water, she went back into the hotel room.  She stripped
her upper clothing and stood naked.  Leaning over him she shook his
shoulder.
   "Steve...Steve..." she called softly, as she shook his shoulder.
   ***
   Eric felt someone pulling at his shoulder and he slowly rolled and
peered back along his side to the figure standing beside the bed.  His mind
struggled with his situation and it took a few moments to place the naked
young black girl with the mop of curly hair standing looking at him.  Her
small but firm breasts and dark nipples looked exquisite.  She had lithe
arms and slender legs and he swallowed hard as he gazed on her sex lips. 
The past few hours flooded back and grinning at his good fortune and he
wasn't dreaming, he sat up and regarded his semi hard cock hanging out of
his open pants.  As he climbed off the bed, she reached past him and pulled
the duvet and sheet back in preparation to climb in.  He regarded the swell
of her sex lips and the crease of her butt crack with the blurry feature of
her anal pucker as she bent to pull the bedclothes back.  He paused
undressing with just his tee shirt removed, and stepped forward and felt
her between the legs caressing her sex.  She giggled and fell forward and
then lay still as he felt her from behind.  He was getting hard quickly and
realizing he still had his pants on; he paused while he shucked them and
his underpants.  She rolled half on her side and looked back at him;
glancing at his hardening cock and once more her eyes widening at the size
of it.  She felt it was out of proportion to the rest of him yet he was six
foot tall.  He pulled his sox off and stood naked.  Quickly he went to the
front door and turned out the entry light and by the time he returned to
the bedside, she was already under the covers.  This didn't last long as he
pulled them back and manhandling her into the middle of the bed, he
crouched between her legs and brought his mouth to her breasts.
   For the next few minutes Eric worked her breasts and nipples with his
hands and mouth.  Tonya started to glow as she appreciated his attention to
her budding breasts and the hard little nubbins he had coaxed to attention.
Soon one of his hands strayed between her legs and eventually he was
shoving and rotating his hand and fingers.  The warm glow was becoming a
yearning and burning fire in her lithe body.  To her delight, his mouth
trailed down her body and she realized he was going to eat her out.  She
had had this happen only a few times but once it had driven her wild and
she yearned for men to do this more often.  Most just had her suck them and
then would fuck her.  But `Steve' settled into her cunt with the urgency of
a starving man.  His tongue slavering and jabbing at her tender sex and she
quickly became aroused to the point she was shoving her pelvis up to meet
his mouth and her hands were locked around his head as she half levered
herself up to gaze down at his face wedged between her legs.  For a second
time that evening the kid lost it.  Gasping and crying out as she came; and
throwing her head back as the feelings of joyous exhaustion flowed through
her young frame.  Just as before, as she went into a shallow faint, she
felt him maneuvering her; only this time he rolled her on her face and his
mouth returned to her sex as he slowly coaxed her butt so she was half
kneeling.  His wet tongue dallied around her pucker and then pushed in and
he rimmed her for a few moments before slobbering on the back of her slit
and into her vaginal open which was slightly dilated by the fingering he
had administered for her orgasm.  As a goofy smile came over her face and
she felt all warm and floppy, Eric knelt and shoved his cock into her once
more; vigorously fucking the girl in doggy fashion.
   He adjusted her height to meet his thrusts and he buried his oversized
cock to the balls inside of her; causing her to grunt and gasp as he
stretched and shoved up inside of her cunt.  He fucked her roughly, just as
he had done before and he quickly increased the tempo until he felt the
sweet ache of impending release; and finally he cried out as he spurted
another load of semen deep inside of her preteen body.  Tonya flopping
about the bed as he shoved and grunted the last few drops of semen into
her. Instead of collapsing over her as he had done last time, he remained
poised behind her; sheathed deep, until he slowly withdrew.  Studying the
sheen of her juices and whiteness of his cum mashed to a lather by the last
final rutting in her cunt, smeared on his cock.  As the engorged cock
slipped from her hole it sprang up slightly and wavered in front of him.  A
steady trickle of cum oozed from her dilated vaginal opening and ran down
the inside of one thigh.  He let her hips go and her pelvis slowly sagged
to the bed.  Kneeling behind her he watched his cum leak from her hole
directly onto the sheet.  Satisfied with his work he dragged his body up
beside her and pulled the covers over them both.  He reached up to the
single light to the side of the bed and turned it off plunging them into
darkness.  As the snow swirled outside in the cold wintry air of Upstate
New York, Eric drifted off to sleep with the young preteen girl beside him.
Her body sated by his hands and mouth; his sated by the tightness of her
sweet cunt.
   ***
   The heavy drapes on the hotel room windows and the darkness outside
belied the fact it was nearly eight o'clock in the morning when Eric woke.
The girl was lying on her side away from him.  He was hard with a morning
woody from having a full bladder.  He slowly turned to face her back and he
gently moved a hand over her flank.  She moved restlessly in her sleep and
he took the opportunity to gently push her upper leg forward and up.  Tonya
was still in a deep sleep and did not feel her leg being manipulated. 
Steve slipped his fingers to the back of her crotch and tested the tight
hole.  She was still greasy from the sex earlier.  Slowly he manipulated
her sex until he had his middle and ring fingers gently reaming her open.
The girl moved restlessly once more and he took this disturbance in her
posture to come up behind her.  Slowly he directed the head of his hard
cock to the tunnel at the back of her crotch and carefully he slowly opened
her up by making small pushes.  It took nearly a full five minutes for him
to bed himself sufficiently deep in her to take his hand away; secure in
the knowledge the cock would not spring out because of the resistance of
her inner vaginal cavity.  Once he was sure he was tightly lodged in side,
he wrapped an arm over her upper body and began massaging her breasts.  The
nipples hardened involuntarily and once more she became restless and she
attempted to scissor her leg straight but he quickly pushed his hand behind
her upper leg's knee and kept it bent; shoving the last two inches of his
cock into her.  Holding her this way the man slowly fucked the girl with
short sharp movements of his pelvis as he lay close in behind her back';
buried deep in her preteen cunt.  Eric fucked her for at least ten minutes.
This type of erection driven by his full bladder sometimes took
considerable time to work to actual ejaculation.  He sometimes fucked his
wife in the morning; putting the woman to fifteen to twenty minutes of his
selfish penetration.  He got it so seldom from her these days that catching
her asleep with his morning wood was the most reliable way to actually get
a piece from her.
   Tonya woke over the period of about two or three minutes into the fuck.
Her face quizzical and confused until she realized he was deep in her and
moving about in small jerks and jabs.  She lay almost daring not to
breathe. His cock felt like it was somewhere in her lower abdomen.  She
curled herself into an almost fetal position and lay passive as he fucked
her.  This was a fuck.  Cold sexual usury on Eric's part.  Rutting gently
and eventually working himself to the point where he let go.  Only then did
he move more urgently and she was being pushed towards the side of the bed.
To stop him from shoving her out the side, she flattened onto her stomach
and he followed her over and fucked as she lay fat on her face.  The girl
weeping; sad that he had taken her this way after the joy of actual
lovemaking the night before.  Eric finished inside of her in a series of
push-ups; his body weight supported by his hands either side of her
shoulders as he shoved himself balls deep along and up into her tight
channel.  He slowly pulled himself off of her, having drained himself a
third time since bringing her back to the hotel room.  Rolling away from
her, onto his back, he let the post ejaculation sleep engulf him as she lay
facing away from him and weeping quietly.
   Tonya had misread Eric as a safe bet.  A cuckold, a wimp.  As someone
who had no sexual excitement in his ordinary life and illicit sex with an
underage girl would be dangerous and daring.  Even at twelve, she believed
she had lived a more daring and dangerous life than he couldn't imagine. 
But she had learned he was anything but a wimp or cuckold.  Eric was not
the Mr.  Average she took him for.  He was a womanizer who searched out
cheap sluts and bar-flies on his work travels from Boston to Philadelphia,
Baltimore, Hartford, and up to Syracuse, which were all part of his sales
area.  He wasn't particular about the type of women he picked up and he'd
had two close calls when he had stupidly struck up relationships with solo
mothers who came looking for him after the fact.  He fortunately kept the
affairs from his rather frumpy wife of fifteen years.  She wasn't a raging
beauty to start with and it was her rapid turning to seed after their first
child that had left their sex life perfunctory at best.  And sex was a
definite chore for his wife which in part caused his increasing infidelity.
That and the fact he was simply hooked on cheap conquests as a sort of
boost to his low self-esteem.  He wasn't cruel but he was demanding and
somewhat lewd in his treatment of women.  Tonya wasn't in any serious
danger but neither was he as safe as she might have thought.  She had no
idea that while she was certainly the youngest girl he had had sex with,
she was by no means the only underage girl he had fucked.  And the fact
that his oldest child was a girl Tonya's age did not seem to deter him from
the prospect of sex with minors.  His daughter was much like her mother;
somewhat plain and a little plump.  So much so that Eric never contemplated
the possibility of any man attempting to take advantage of her the way he
was now doing with this young black girl.  He saw no hypocrisy in his
behavior as the father of a preteen girl.
   The reason for Eric being in Syracuse was the demand of one of his
clients.  When he had voiced concern at the bad weather rolling across the
north east down from the great lakes, his client had snorted that `you
pussies in New England have no idea about snow...we know how to deal with
it up here.  I'll expect you in my office at noon on Wednesday'.  He had
persuaded his boss to let him hire a four-by-four SUV and leave a day early
and return a day later.  That meant three days on expenses, which if he
live frugally, he could pocket the profit.  Money was tight in his
household so an extra hundred bucks or so was welcome.  He had to go into
Logan Airport to get the SUV as there was nothing available at the rental
car branches in Woburn.  He got away late the day before and had arrived in
Syracuse late afternoon; meeting Tonya sometime after six thirty.  The
customer meeting today was noon so he had a leisurely start to his day. 
After dozing in his post sexual afterglow for half an hour or so, Eric
glanced at the girl he assumed was still sleeping, and got out of bed.  He
gathered his shaving things from his suitcase and after a long relieving
piss; he shaved and then started the shower.  There were other guests
moving about the hotel and he took no notice of the voices and doors
closing.  He did not hear Tonya, fully dressed and with his credit cards
and loose change from his wallet, slip from the hotel room.  She had never
done this before.  Never a thought of stealing from the men she went back
to hotels with.  But she had no money and the deteriorating situation with
her parents and her sister had seen her adamant to herself she would never
return to any of them.  Of course she had claimed this before and always
gone back.  But now she felt more determined and believed she had the
wherewithal to stay away.
   ***
   The policeman who came to Eric's room surprised him.  Holding out the
credit cards and asking if they were his.  Of course he had already
reported them as 'lost' so they were now deactivated.  He was worried when
he discovered Tonya had left while he was in the shower.  She was picked up
at a nearby gas station trying to get money from an ATM.  The server called
the police as it was clear to him the cards were not hers.  As the
policeman quizzed Eric on how the girl came by them he became more
convinced the girl had taken them from Eric's wallet here in this room and
had not found them as she had claimed.  Although Tonya and Eric's stories
of them being lost by him and found by her were corroboration, the eighteen
year veteran patrolman did not buy it.  He was well aware of the handful of
underage hustlers working in the town.  He did not know Tonya but he was
sure she was one of them.  Eric was asked to go to the police station.  The
police would see if the girl and the man would recognize each other by
letting them accidentally see each other.  As he drove with the policeman,
Eric was quietly shitting his pants.  He was now very scared Tonya would
spill the beans.  And she held out at first; insisting she found the credit
cards.  But after she gave her real name and the name of her big sister,
Eric's goose was as good as cooked.  The sister was summoned to the police
station and admitted Tonya had a sexual history of going with adult men and
the cop's suspicions were proved correct.  Eric denied the police's
allegation she had stayed the night with him and that he had had sex with
her.  But Tonya eventually broke down and caved in to questioning, and
started to confess to what happened.  And despite his line he did not know
who her, she knew too much about him for him to continue to protest he had
never met her.  Her telling of the chicken carcass in his SUV, the pocket
knife she described, and the plastic plates in the trash bin at his hotel
room were all accurate.  And of course her sister agreed to a swab of
Tonya's vagina and they had Eric's DNA from his semen on the bedding which
of course matched the semen in her vagina.  In an effort to purge herself,
the young girl also gave the police her sexual history, starting with the
incest at the hands of her father.
   On her sisters evidence two of the four young men Tonya had visited in
Syracuse were identified as having had sex with her; the others escaping
through lack of evidence.  And her father is defending charges of incest
although it remains his word against Tonya's as her sister never had direct
evidence; just a loose admission he might have when she confronted their
father and which he was now vigorously denying he ever admitted anything
and did not touch Tonya.  Eric got four years after a guilty plea-bargain,
and with mitigation for the girls promiscuity.  But the roast chicken and
veggies cost Eric far more than the less than ten dollars he paid that cold
snowy night in Upstate New York.
   The End
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