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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.

   
  
Magic Man, Ch 2