
                                Sarah
                             by Lisa Cohn

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Copyright 1996 Lisa Cohn.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author.  This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.

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Although it was the beginning of Autumn, the last of the summer sun
still shone.  John had missed most of the summer 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
that she was eleven, Maggie felt that she would be able to look after
herself while she did the 6 - 10 shift at the wine bar.

For a couple of days John had 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 had 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
center 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 on 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 hear 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 enthusiasm.

"Oh, thank you!"  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 over 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 over, Mister Foster," she grinned.

"It's John, Honey - just John.  I can't get used to 'Mister Foster'."

"Okay...John!"  she said, almost sarcastically emphasizing 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 face 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 watched 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 around kissing men like
that, they might get the wrong idea."  He sounded so sensible.

"So you didn't like it."  her 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 you out 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?  While 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 see
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 the 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 surprise, 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 around 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
than 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 center 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.

"Of course 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 an 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 stronger in his nostrils.  She groaned louder
as his tongue moved and delved deeper inside her hole, constantly
flicking 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 aroused.  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 off the couch and sat
next to him.  "Can I touch it?"  she asked.

"Of course you can," he smiled back at her.

Sarah placed her fingers on the shaft of his cock and lightly stroked
at it.  Then 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 the 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.  She placed her 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 him 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 she 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
while you're 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, he 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.  Her 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 her 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!

