                                Enigma
                         by Christopher Burg


A wealthy Bachelor takes a young hooker off the streets and gives her
a good life. 

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Charlie was something of a mystery.  He didn't work.  He was well
educated.  He lived in a very nice house and grounds at the edge of
town and money seemed to be no problem.  He was 54 and had never
married.  He had come close twice, but could never seem to go the
distance.  He often hung out with a friend that owned an Irish pub in
town, but this day would be different.

Charlie took no notice of the slightly seedy character that had sat
down on the next bar stool.  He was mostly just watching people go by
on the sidewalk, outside the bar's big plate glass window in the
front.  It did not escape the attention of the nearby patron that
Charlie watched the young girls rather closely.  One group that went
by contained a rather well built girl that was, maybe, 13 or so.
Charlie locked onto her and watched as far as he could until they
passed out of the window.  The fellow next to him tapped him on the
arm and said, "That was some pretty sharp young stuff, hey Bud?"

Charlie turned, stared sternly into the stranger's face and said,
"The name's not Bud and you can mind your own business asshole."

"Hey, don't be so touchy man.  I know how you feel.  There's nothing
like that sweet, unspoiled young stuff.  I mean, what would you do if
you got your hands on a well-developed 12 year old virgin anyway?"
he threw back.

Ordinarily, Charlie would not even talk to this type of character,
but he looked off through the big window and said, "Eat her for
lunch."

"Hey look man, I deal in this sort of thing.  What if I could come up
with a well built, willing, 12 year old for you?"

"How much?"  Charlie asked.

"Well, this one is going to be kind of tough.  If I can arrange it,
it will run a thousand," he said.

"I have to see her first," Charlie said.

"OK, meet me here tomorrow at 1 PM.  If I can arrange it, she'll be
with me."

The following day, Charlie was at the bar and the pimp walked in just
at 1 o'clock.  "Follow me," he said.  Charlie followed him out to his
car in the alley and got in the passenger side.  The pimp leaned over
the seat and said, "Get up," into the back.  A girl had been lying
down, out of site.  She did look about 12 and was quite beautiful.

"Do you know what this is all about, sweetheart?"  Charlie asked.

"Yes," she answered, "sex.  I told Mickey I had to see you first to
see if I thought I could trust you to be kind and gentle.  I think
you are OK."

"This has to be at my house," Charlie said, "and Mickey is not
invited.  He can have you back same time tomorrow."  Mickey started
to protest, but the girl told him it would be OK, so he calmed down.

Charlie slipped Mickey an envelope with a thousand dollars in it,
took her by the hand and led her to his car, around the corner, and
they went off to his house.  Along the way, she told him her name was
Amanda.

She was impressed with the place and spent a little time looking
around.  Charlie did not want to rush her so they had some supper and
he served her wine with the meal to loosen her up a bit.  After they
had finished, he walked around to her and started caressing her
shoulders and then kissing her on the neck.  She seemed to like it,
so he started working farther down the front, finally slipping his
hand into her thin bra.  Her boobs were fantastic.  They were the
size of small oranges, firm yet soft and standing straight out.  They
seemed a bit large for a 12 year old, but girls did seem to be
maturing earlier these days.  Her nipples firmed up and the aureoles
pushed out.  She was liking this.  She scooted down a little in the
chair and almost instinctively opened her legs.  Charlie liked that,
so he moved around to her front and knelt down between her lags,
pulling them farther apart.  He picked up her knee length skirt and
folded it up on her waist.  She was wearing thin cotton bikini
panties, his favorite type.  He rubbed her slit, up and down through
the panties for a little bit and then reached up and pulled them down
and off her.

She had such a beautiful little pussy.  The outer lips were puffy and
rounded and fully enclosed her clit and inner lips.  There was a bit
of downy brown fluff on the mound at the top of her slit, but the lip
areas were smooth and clean.  He put his finger against the slit and
rubbed up and down, entering slightly and locating her little clit,
which was getting rather stiff.  He was doing some of that himself.
He rubbed the clit around and around and it got harder and he felt
the wetness beginning in the slit.  She moaned a bit and he knew this
was going to be good.  He put his face down to her pussy and gently
lapped at the clit.  She wiggled and moaned more.  He ran his tongue
all around the clit and up and down the slit, diddling around the
cunt hole a bit and then back up.  His dick was so hard he could have
punched a hole in a cement block with it.  After a bit of this she
started to stiffen and groan and he felt the muscles around the cunt
jerking against his tongue.  He knew she was starting to cum.  She
bucked at him several times and as the third spasm retreated, he
slipped his now soaking wet middle finger into her hole.  She went
wild, cumming very hard, but the thing that Charlie noticed most was
that she was not a virgin.

His finger was being held snuggly, in a tight place, but that place
was not virginal.  He straightened up and held her close to him until
she calmed down.  Finally she said, "Holy shit, is that what cumming
is about?"

"You mean you have never done it before?"  he asked.

"No, never," she replied.

"Listen, Amanda, do you want to tell me the whole truth about
yourself now?"  Charlie asked.

"What do you mean?"  she asked.

"Well, for starters, you are not a virgin and I really doubt you are
12."

She started to protest, but saw the look on Charlie's face and
realized she had been found out.  "OK.  I'm 14.  I'm a runaway.
Mickey's my pimp, but I haven't done it much yet.  He promised to
split this one with me because it was special and I could really use
the hundred bucks, but I guess you will be tossing me out now, huh?"
She rattled all this off without a breather and looked like she had
lost her best friend.

"That lying bastard," Charlie said.  "Split, huh?  I gave him a
thousand."

"What?"  she shot back, "He told me he was getting two hundred."

"Nice guy."  Charlie said.  "Tell me about 'Haven't done it much.'"
She told him how she had run away from an orphanage, back East, after
her family died in a car wreck and Mickey had taken her in.  She had
only had three Johns, so far and since she was so small, he had only
allowed her to go with guys that had little dicks.  She held up a
thumb and finger indicating something like four inches or so.

"Were they bigger around than my thumb?"  Charlie asked sarcastically.

"Not much," she answered.  "You won't send me back will you?"  she
asked, almost begging.

"What would happen if I did?"  Charlie asked.

"He would beat me and maybe break something," She said.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," she said, "He broke one of the girl's arms when a John said
she was no good.  He can be really mean."

"No.  I won't send you back, Sugar.  I like you very much.  Let's go
into the bedroom."

Charlie started turning down the bed and Amanda started taking off
all her clothes.  Anticipating a virgin, he had picked up a tube of
K-Y jelly earlier in the day, but he realized he would probably still
need it with her since he measured nearly eight inches, fully erect
and she had been rather snug on his finger.  She crawled into the bed
while Charlie stripped and then he got in too.  She snuggled right up
against him, more like she wanted to than like she had been paid.  He
put his arm around her and reveled in her warmth and little girl
softness.  He started getting hard immediately.  He nibbled on her
neck and then moved down to her beautiful tits where he licked and
kissed and sucked in the nipples while his hand was down between her
legs rubbing her little clit.  As before, it got firm quickly and she
got wet even quicker than before.  This time, she knew what was
coming.  He slipped his middle finger into her cunt and stroked in
and out until she was sloppy wet.  Now was the time.  He reached to
the nightstand where he had put the K-Y and got a glob of it in his
hand.

He positioned himself between her legs just below her cunt and wiped
the K-Y all over his rock hard dick.  She had drawn up her knees,
giving him good access to her.  He brought his dick up close to her,
rubbing around and a little bit into her cunt hole with his finger
and then he put the head up against the hole.  The tip of it lodged
in her just enough to tell it was trying to enter something.  He felt
an excitement he had never experienced before.  He had never been
with a girl this young and the feeling was incredible.  He moved his
finger up and started rubbing her clit while putting a little more
pressure on his dick.  She moaned and wiggled around and suddenly the
head slipped into her.  She sucked in her breath, but did not seem to
be in any pain.  Charlie kept rubbing the clit and pushing in and his
dick moved in little by little until about 5 inches was into her.
Now he started pulling back and stroking in, beginning to actually
fuck her tight little cunt.  She tightened her grip around his neck
and groaned, "Oh, I like that."  He had to work hard at not just
slamming in and exploding into her.  Back and forth he stroked,
keeping inward pressure on her until all but about a half inch was
inside her.  Now he began a leisurely, long stroke just trying to
slowly drink in the fantastic feeling of being inside this hot, tight
young girl.  She moved to and from him, matching his rhythm.

They were both in Heaven, but it could not last forever.  She felt
her little cunt muscles starting to pull up and tighten on his big
dick and he felt the load starting to work up from his balls.
Suddenly, it got serious and the strokes got shorter and faster and
before he realized it, he had rammed the last of his dick into her
and their pubic mounds were banging together.  If it had hurt her,
she gave no sign of it.  They were wrapped around each other,
slamming fiercely into each other and all their sex muscles were
grabbing and pulsing.  Her juices were flowing like never before and
he was squirting hot loads of a size he didn't even know he could
muster into her.  His dick had filled her up so much that there was
little room for the cum and most of it came oozing back around his
shaft and dripping down his balls and the crack of her ass.  A wet
spot the size of a basketball had appeared on the sheets.  When their
seizures finally abated, he fell into her arms and she held on tight,
not wanting him to pull out yet.

When she was finally able to speak, Amanda said, "My God, I had no
idea it could be like that.  Nobody ever did that to me before."

"That was definitely a new high for me too," Charlie said.  After a
while, his dick started to retreat and slipped out of her followed by
a big glob of his cum which ran down her ass.  They had to do a bit
of cleanup.

After they had cooled off and cleaned up the bed, Amanda asked
Charlie if she really had to go back to Mickey tomorrow.  "That was
the deal," Charlie said.

"Yes, but he has been lying to me about the money and he lied to you
about me and he is really mean.  I will have to start taking Johns of
any age and several a day," she said, "I just don't think I can do
that."

"What would you like to do?"  Charlie asked.

"I would really like to stay here with you."

"You mean live here without being paid?"

"Yes.  I like the way you treat me and the way you do that other
thing.  I just want out of that world and into this one," she said.

Charlie thought about it for a while and considered that Mickey would
never let her go without a battle.  Something would have to be done
about him.

"Could you tell people you were my niece and go back to school here
to finish high school?"  he asked.

"Yes, I would do that," she replied.

"I can get papers made that are good enough to pass a court test, if
necessary, assigning me as your guardian so I can handle all your
legal situations.  You would live here, then, as if you had come to
me after the death of your family.  We would have to work up a little
story of all this in case some people get nosy and be sure you know
it backwards and forwards.  Can you handle that?"  he asked.

"Yes, I can," she answered, "but what will you do about Mickey?"

"You don't want to know," Charlie said, "Mickey is just a scumbag.
He'll be taken care of.  We won't talk of him again."

Early the next day Charlie went to his friend's bar.  There was no
business to speak of.  "Fred.  In the back?"  he said to the owner.
Fred threw his bar towel to the bartender and followed Charlie to the
back room.  "I need some equipment," Charlie said.  Fred pulled a
hidden knob and a section of wall opened up to reveal a weapons
locker.  Charlie reached in and pulled out an attache case.  "I'll
see you after while," he said as he left.

Amanda had told Charlie where Mickey's apartment was, on the other
side of town and he headed there.  Stopping a street over from
Mickey's, he climbed to the top of a nearby building.  He was
directly across from Mickey's.  He opened the case and pulled out a
rifle stock, then a barrel, inserting it into the stock and
tightening up the attaching bolt.  Then came a high-powered scope, a
silencer and the chamber bolt.  He checked his sight pattern on the
door across the street, chambered a round and waited.

About an hour later Mickey appeared with one of his whores.  He was
dragging her around and slapping her.  This was enough to convince
Charlie this was the right course.  He sighted in on Mickey and
waited.  Mickey turned directly to face Charlie's building and
Charlie squeezed.  Mickey never heard the muffled phutt sound the
bullet made leaving the barrel.  Charlie knew that the expansion rate
of the round would cause Mickey's heart to explode.  He fell to the
street like a rock.

When he heard the girl scream, Mickey's second in command ran out to
see what had happened.  Charlie knew he would now have to contend
with him taking over the business, so he dropped him too.

Twenty minutes later he returned the case to the pub.  Fred never
asked, Charlie never told.  Charlie knew the police would do little
more than fill out forms on the deaths.  They didn't get too excited
about crooks knocking off crooks and that is what this would look
like, besides he knew how to clean up his work area.  As I said
before, there was a lot that people didn't know about Charlie.  He
went home to get started on working his new "niece" into his life.
On the way home, he made a phone call from a coin phone that would
start the ball rolling on her new papers.

He walked in the house and was greeted by Amanda, just past the door.
"Well sugar, looks like you live here now.  It's all been arranged."
She jumped up on him and hugged him tightly.

His adrenaline was still running high from the excitement downtown.
He put his arms around her and held her tightly.  He leaned down and
put his lips on hers and gave her a deep soul kiss.  In the middle of
it he realized that this was the first time he had actually kissed
her.  She responded completely.  Nothing had to be said, they just
started moving toward the bedroom.  She had changed the bed, but knew
to put a towel across the place they would lie down.  Clothes flew
and they climbed into the bed and into each other's arms.  He was all
over her like a madman.  It now occurred to him that this wondrous
little sexpot was now his.  He kissed his way down across her
beautiful boobs, pausing to suck in the nipples for a bit, down her
belly and finally into her gorgeous pussy.  He ran his tongue up and
down the slit and around her clit, but he knew neither of them could
hold out long.  He moved around between her legs and she drew up her
knees.  They had fucked once, but he felt it would be best to use the
K-Y for a while, so he spread a blob of it all over his rigid dick.
He put the head to her hole and it started slipping in, snuggly but
easily.  He kept gently pushing until it was about half in and then
started stroking.  Out, in deeper, out, in deeper, he kept going
until it was steadily stroking all the way to her bottom.  She was
filled all the way up and he was embedded into Heaven.  Faster and
faster they stroked until they exploded together into another
orgasmic frenzy.  He wondered if they could keep up this kind of
matched cumming for any length of time.  In fact, they kept it
together for most of their time.

As time passed, they lived together like a man and wife.  She got a
college degree and opened a psychology practice.  Charlie died
peacefully at the age of 79.  He just went to sleep on the couch in
the den and never woke up.  Amanda never regretted the 40 year
difference in their ages, she loved him dearly.  In fact, he had
given her a thoroughly satisfying orgasm only two nights ago.  All
she regretted was losing him this soon.
