WARNING: The following fictional story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between an adult male and an underage teenage
girl. If this content offends you, leave now. You must be 18
years or over to read on. Romany does not support exploitation of
minors and as such this is pure fantasy. Romany supports the
rights of freedom of thought and speech.

Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely
coincidental.

Marika

By Romany

(M/teen girl)


Terminal Four Heathrow Airport was a mass of humanity; mostly
fractious and angry given the mass of delayed and cancelled
flights due to the massive power outage that plagued the airport
this Sunday of Bank Holiday Weekend. I was in transit from Madrid
to Philadelphia and my incoming flight was delayed to the extent
I missed my connecting flight. I was now standing in the British
Airways customer services line trying to get myself rebooked. In
a line adjacent to me there was this very attractive teenage
girl. Perhaps she was thirteen or fourteen years old. She was
wearing low rider jeans, a tight black and white patterned tank
top over a plain white tee shirt and she wore a cheap, yet
somewhat stylish off-white mini fedora hat. Her long dark hair
cascaded over he shoulders and her pretty face and dark eyes
complimented her raven mane. There was a slight Asian look about
her face; particularly the eyes and fineness of her hair. I noted
her breasts were just more than budding and that was what I was
using to gauge her age. She looked lovely; teenage jail bait
personified. I watched her mostly in my broad peripheral vision
but occasionally I would feign scanning the lines of irate
travelers to take in the shape of her burgeoning womanhood;
particularly the obvious inviting swell of her crotch in the
tight low-waist jeans. She had a faint tattooed band around one
wrist. It was obviously applied with an indelible pen as it was
faded yet discernible.

On at least two occasions she caught my casual scan of her and
she smiled warmly at me. As it happened she got to the customer
service representative just before I did in my line. I was able
to hear the interchange between her and the service
representative. It appeared she was in transit from Amsterdam to
Australia. The short of it all was there was no possibility of
her connecting any flight today and she was to be reassigned to
the same flight tomorrow at one o�clock. I heard the services
representative explain she was giving her an accommodation
voucher for her nights stay and to wait for a ground steward to
chaperone her to the airport Hilton. As this conversation was
ending, I arrived at the front of my line and my services
representative scanned my ticket and quickly gave me an option of
three flights, none of which were today. I was actually an
American Airlines passenger code-share on the BA flight but as I
was on a package deal, I was offered no such luxury of an
accommodation voucher. I would need to take care of myself. I
took the rebooked ticket for ten o�clock the next morning and
ruefully calculated I had about eighteen hours to kill.  I left
the counter and wandered slowly away as I stowed my new
documentation and passport in my cabin bag. My actual luggage was
still in transit and I had been told I need to go through customs
to collect it if I wanted anything from the baggage; and then
recheck it again next day. I opted not to, having decided I could
stand myself in these clothes for those hours, rather than go
through the hassle of clearing customs with my bags. I
deliberately ambled behind the pretty teen and the middle age
ground steward guiding her towards a concourse that was
signposted to the hotel area of the airport. To my surprise, the
ground steward stopped at the concourse entrance and gave the
youngster quick directions and a quick �you�ll be OK lovie?� to
which the girl agreed though it was clear it was not what she
expected nor was very comfortable with being left to her own
devices. I saw the opportunity to introduce myself and offer her
guidance, even though I did not know exactly where the hotel was.

�Are you going to the Hilton,� I asked; and added, �I couldn�t
help but over-hear your conversation.�

"Yeah I�ve got a voucher. I missed my flight,� she said in her
strong distinct Australian accent.

�I�m heading there to,� I lied.

I had not actually yet decided what to do but as I now had
contact, albeit casual conversation, I was keen to play along
with my bold statement.

�I�ll show you where it is,� I volunteered.

�Aw look thenks a lot meester,� she said with a warm smile.

I smiled at her accent and the interesting inflections she used.

�I�m Kevin,� I said smiling at her. "Kevin Hogan from
Philadelphia USA.�

�Marika Vanderhaven from Bendigo, Victoria Australia,� she beamed
back.

We made small talk as we walked quite some distance to the
hotels. I learned she had been in Holland visiting with relations
on her father�s side; he was Dutch and immigrated to Australia
some twenty years earlier. Marika�s mother was first generation
half-Vietnamese Australian. Her grandfather was an Australian
soldier and her grandmother was his Vietnamese teen bride he
brought back to Australia in the late sixties, having fought in
the Viet Nam war. Australia was an ally of the US. That explained
the fine Eurasian appearance I had noted earlier. She was quarter
Vietnamese extraction. Marika was traveling alone and when I
expressed surprise at this she laughed and said she had traveled
alone a number of times since she was about ten. Mainly in
Australia but once back from Holland a year earlier, after she
had accompanied her visiting grandmother back to Holland and then
she�d returned to Australia alone. Usually she was chaperoned
from flight to flight by airline ground stewards. I expressed
surprise that she had been dumped at the concourse entrance and
she laughed;

�Yeah, she was a bit of an old bag really. Poms don�t often like
Australians. I think it's because I�m Australian,� she chuckled.

�Poms?� I asked curious about her name for the woman.

�Aw that�s what we call the English,� she laughed. �I don�t know
where it started. It�s always been there since I can remember,�
she giggled. �Mostly it�s harmless but sometimes it gets a bit
meaner in sport and stuff like that,� she added on a more serious
tone.

We walked the last fifty yards or so and arrived at the check-in
counter. I�m not sure how it went down but for some reason the
reception woman took it we were together. I had to explain we
were fellow travelers and Marika had a voucher for a room and I
would pay for a room. The friendly young woman cheerily told me
she had given us adjacent rooms. Marika looked at me and rolled
her eyes at the woman misconstruing our relationship to each
other but showed no concern I was to be right next door. I was
astonished the woman connected us when we had said we were not
together. Having checked in, we went to the elevators and rode to
the fourth level and walked to our rooms.

�Do you have any change of clothes or anything?� I asked.

�Na. My bags are still checked right through to Melbourne,� she
said. �I might go and buy some knickers and sox but I think the
rest of me gear will by Ok,� she said with a chuckle.

I laughed at he unabashed statement and added I was in the same
boat.

�Check your room out and let�s go to the shopping level
together,� I suggested.

She agreed enthusiastically and we both went into our respective
rooms. I observed there was an adjoining door and smiled to
myself. It was one of those adjoining setups where two doors
independently swung towards each other in the doorway, and locked
independently. If both rooms occupiers were known to each other,
each unlocked their respective doors and thus could open the
rooms together. I wondered how I could unlock her side, pondering
what the young lovely might be like in the raw. It was at that
instant that my subliminal interest in her surfaced. My God I was
unconsciously coveting this young girl with obvious sexual
interest. I paused long enough looking at the door to confirm in
my conscious mind that my unconscious desires were the same. I
decided to see how far I could go. If it got to a point where my
own conscience stopped any improper actions, so be it. If not, I
would see how far I could theoretically go with her. As I stood
trying to rationalize my thoughts about her, there was a firm tap
on my door. I dropped my cabin bag and laptop bag on the bed and
walked to the door. It was Marika.

�Not much to do,� she laughed. �I just dropped me backpack and
I�m ready to go.�

I grinned and nodded it was the same for me. For the next hour or
so we wandered around the shopping precinct and apart from going
off into Marks and Spencer�s to find her sox and knickers, we
dawdled about together. I respected her right to buy her
underwear privately and did the same in the men�s section; buying
a pair of boxers� and sox and a very nice Manchester United sweat
shirt. It was about six thirty and I suggested we get something
to eat and she nodded enthusiastically.

�I�m famished,� she said.

We found a small bistro and ordered burgers. She pulled a face at
what came and lifted the top half off the bun and stared at the
overdone patties and golden chips (fries). I grinned at the
unappealing nature of the food.

�The Brits don�t do a good burger,� I chuckled. �But they do good
fries.�

She grinned and agreed the chips were pretty good. We chomped
through the unappealing meal and chatted amiably. I realized she
was a little bit taken with me. I was twenty eight. She confessed
she was �thirteen and nine months� as she put it, trying to eke
out her age. I flattered her and we slowly drifted into banal
flirting. By the time we decided to move off, she was being quite
flirtatious and I had to steel myself not to laugh at some of the
obvious but naive comments she made. Naive as she had no idea who
I was or what my motives might be. But given that, she clearly
was playing an adult game in her rather overt attention to me. So
I figure I�m quite good looking and I have never had much bother
getting girlfriends and getting laid. I felt I had her approval
way beyond that of being a Good Samaritan with a fellow traveler.
On the way back to the hotel, I stopped into a duty free shop and
bought a six pack of beer. No need to be stuck in the room bored
and just watching TV. She grinned at the beer and licked her lips
demonstratively in a suggestion she fancied a beer as well.

As we wandered back to our rooms she bumped into me often and
when we stopped to look in the window of a candy store she leaned
in against my arm and I felt the pressure of her young breast
against me. I turned and looked at her and we locked eyes briefly
and she blushed and grinned somewhat mawkishly. I think this
signified a crush of some sort. This was going rather well and I
found I was becoming more and more enchanted with her attention
towards me and I reciprocated and I did enough to encourage her.
We walked past a Boot�s Chemist and I realized that if I were to
go the whole way with her, there was the small matter of birth
control. Certainly safe sex was not a serious issue as I reckoned
she was probably a virgin; or probably had had very little sexual
contact if any. For my part I had had sexual partners in Spain
and Greece where I had spent the bulk of my vacation. I had had
two relationships lasting the duration of my stay in both
countries. First in Greece with an amoral young French woman
named Celeste, and secondly in Madrid with a local Spanish beauty
called Isabel .

�Hang on a minute,� I said interrupting her chatter. �I need some
shaving things,� I said and broke away and went into the chemist
shop.

I went directly to the men�s fragrances and toiletries area and
selected a small canister of shaving gel and a disposable razor.
Actually I did need these items. As I drifted along the aisle I
searched for condoms and sexual lubricant and luckily found a
small selection at the end of the centre row near the cashier. I
quickly took a 3-pack of Durex and a small bottle of KY warming
liquid. As I gathered the items I felt a presence near me. I
turned and she was standing regarding the collection of items I
had in my hand. I realized she had not identified what I held so
I shuffled them to one side away from her and nervously grinned
as I succeeded in secreting the true identity of the items I had
gathered at the shelves. She tailed me to the cashier. The
cashier did not help conceal what I had selected, by splaying the
items on the counter and slowly but deliberately scanned each
item�s bar code. Marika stood just behind me and I had no idea if
she was able to see what was being scanned. I was blushing
something mad and the cashier, a surly overweight young woman of
about twenty-five who stared at me as she scanned the items. I
was left in no doubt about what she was thinking. I took the
bagged goods and paid the cashier and she gave me a very
disapproving look as she handed me my change.

On the way back to the hotel, my mood was wavering between fear
of exposure should the cashier flag down one of the many English
policemen patrolling the precinct, and anger at the effrontery of
the cahier for judging me. How did she know I was not with my
young sister? Marika had not said a word so there was no way to
know we were Australian and American. I had to admit that while
feasible, the idea we could be brother and sister was the lesser
of the two possibilities. More likely the cashier had guessed
right in that I had illicit designs on this young girl. The
sexual age of consent in the UK is sixteen but Marika clearly did
not look sixteen. At least the cashier had no idea who I was or
that we were both staying at the same hotel; next door to each
other even. Marika had stopped the chatter and we walked back in
relative silence compared to the bouncy conversation we had on
the journey out to the shops. I concluded she was sobered by my
apparent change in mood. As we neared the rooms I paused and
looked at her.

�Do you want to come and watch TV with me?� I offered as a
neutral suggestion to us both being on our own.

�And have a beer?� she said with a broad grin.

I looked at her evenly and her grin vanished. She might have
thought she had gone too far.

�Have you had beer before?� I asked evenly.

�Ye-eh-eh,� she said quickly. �My dad always gives us a glass or
two when he and mum are having a few tinnies,� she answered
trying to convince me.

I looked at her steadily taking in the overall beauty of her
appearance and innocence in her face. I relented and grinned.

�OK and a beer. But just one,� I added quickly. �I don�t want to
be guilty of getting you drunk.�

She grinned wickedly.

�Ye-eh-eh, ya� never know what I might do,� she said with a
twinkle in her eyes.

I grinned to myself at her accent. The yeah was almost three
distinct syllables with an upward inflection. �Ye-eh-eh.� In fact
she tended to end sentences either on an upwards inflection as a
question, and a downward inflection as a statement. It was
infectious and I had that warm feeling that I wanted to �get into
her pants�, as the English say. If nothing else, Marika was game
up to a point. Just where that point was I was sure I would find
out. I slid the card into the door lock reader and opened the
door and stood holding it as she breezed past me into my room.
She made herself comfortable in the single easy chair and crossed
one leg over her knee and sat primly with the top leg waving up
and down as if impatient for something. She looked fetching in
the hat with her hair cascading out from under it and over her
shoulders, front and back. Her tresses framed the tight mounds of
her budding boobs behind the taught tee shirt and tank top combo.
The pattern on the tank top was like a wide black spider�s web on
the white background and the web criss-crossed the garment with
her pert breasts appearing ringed by the black web. The overall
impression was striking and she looked delicious. I took the beer
from the brown bag and tugged a can from the plastic holder and
tossed the cool wet object to her. She gave a little shriek at
the suddenness of my movements and jerked alarmingly upright to
extend her hands and catch the flying can of beer.

�Sheeeit,� she gasped in surprised and giggled like the young
girl she was. She tore the tab and to my amazement drank greedily
from it, as if dying of thirst, yet in an expert way that showed
this wasn�t a new pastime. I read somewhere that Australians had
one of the highest per capita intakes of beer world wide. Next to
the Germans. Clearly they learned young.

�Didya like my catch?� she asked after she finished the first
swig of beer and patted her lips.

�Very good reactions,� I agreed.

�Played at bit in slips at school,� she added.

I screwed my face up at her comment.

�Slips? Gym slips? I�m all for girls in gym slips,� I said with a
mock leer.

She rolled her eyebrows and gave me a look as if I was a moron.

�No shh-chewpid. Slips as in cricket. Y�know, standing beside the
wicket keeper for a slips catch,� she said somewhat derisively of
my ignorance.

I�d heard a bit about the game of cricket. Not much. Just enough
to know it was invented by the English and you could play for
five days and it can be a tie. Marika was clearly exasperated by
my lack of knowledge and between slurps from the beer can, she
gave me chapter and verse about this great game at which
Australia was without peer. Men or woman�s teams. There was the
�useless� Poms, the upstart wannabe Kee-weys; and the Curry�s and
th� Pakis were cheats and the Windies all behaved like spoiled
rock stars. This translated to England, New Zealand, India,
Pakistan and a Caribbean cricket team called The West Indies. All
of whom should not even dare to stand in Australia�s shadow. I
nodded in mock reverie at their omnipotence, not really
understanding much of what she was telling me. I was becoming
more and more aware of the situation we were in and my libido was
lurking just below the surface of my attempt to actually listen
to what she was telling me; all the while a distraction to my
hardening cock. Here I was in a hotel room, where virtually
nobody knew us let alone connected us, and she was guzzling beer
way to fast and I was starting to feel very keen to fuck her teen
ass. Not a very good situation for her parents or moral observers
to contemplate.

It turns out the virtue had already been clearly besmirched. This
unsolicited revelation well into her second beer as by now she
was babbling like a fast running brook. I�m not sure how we got
onto sex but I think it was something to do with someone called
Shane Warne � who quickly became her �mate� called �Warney� - who
was a great Victorian and the likeness to him of some young
boyfriend called Trevor, or Trev as she referred to him.  She
somewhat brazenly confessed �Trev� was her first �proper fuck.� I
ignored the connection between �Warney� and �Trev� but did
understand the connection between her and Trevor, being as it was
what I wanted also.

�What do you mean proper fuck?� I asked somewhat reservedly,
pretending to be nonchalant about a revelation that was actually
getting me hot.

If nothing else I would go along with this apparent adult
discussion. As if she could be the adult she was now posing to
be.

�He was the first guy who ever got to me,� she said in a matter
of fact way. �Y�know, got me over the waterfall,� and she giggled
and made a few �woo woo� noises and waved one hand about in a
wobbly motion before she took another slug from the can.

She was clearly getting drunk quickly.

�So what set Trevor apart from the others? I mean how many others
blew it before Trevor?� I said revising the question to get more
information on her sexual history.

She giggled uproariously. �Blew it! That�s it. The others didn�t
blow it. Just Trevor,� she shrieked at her own reflection of
irony at my words, emphasizing the pun.

I grinned realizing her meaning that Trevor went down on her.

�Y�gettit?� she giggled.

�He ate you out,� I said somewhat lasciviously, stifling the urge
to leer at my own words.

�Aw ye-eh-h. Of course he did; and it was bloody fantastic,� she
gushed.

The can of beer now drained, she attempted to crush it in her
slender fingers but failed miserably. However as a hint for a
fresh one it worked fine as I quickly threw her a second can. I
doubted she could remain sober very long and the fact she was now
becoming quite lewd after just one. I had already lined the
trumpeters up to sound the clarion of sexual conquest;
metaphorically speaking.

Twenty eight years of age and here I was contemplating fucking a
half drunk pubescent teenage girl half my age. I learned she
loved it. Her candor blew me away. She also blew me off but that
was a little later. Getting her to that situation was like
shooting ducks on the water. The third beer was her downfall. I
suspect the second one was just registering as she sipped more
demurely at the third I had tossed to her. I threw caution to the
wind, sensing she was now ready for any thing and all it took was
a soft �why don�t you come over here and relax on the bed�. I was
lying on my side propping my head against my hand and leaning on
the elbow, making dewy eyes at her. She responded instantly
rising from the chair and walking to the bedside. We put our
beers on the nightstand and I welcomed her onto the bed. What
took place was an old fashioned make out session with the usual
clinching and intertwining of tongues and legs. Then the subtle
massaging of her small firm tits over her top, and then a hand
slid up under the garments and pushing the brassiere aside and
working her hard little nipples. My upper leg was pushed hard
against her crotch and the occasional increase of pressure by me
was met with equal force from her; and a groan into my mouth. She
clearly liked having her nipples pinched and her breasts kneaded
and when I broke the kiss to tongue her nipples and slaver her
breast she grabbed my hair and pulled me harder against her and
shoved her crotch hard against my upper leg.

Phase two of the make out is to get the clothing off and the
upper garments were quickly discarded with her full cooperation,
and I soon lay over her with her legs spread open, and I spent
more time tonguing and working the breast and nipples. She was
clearly aroused and eventually I sent a hand to her denim covered
crotch and massage her vulva through the material. The removal of
the jeans went before the normal attempts at finger fucking with
a hand jammed in her pants. They were just too darned tight to
even contemplate a clothed assault inside the crotch and she
volunteered their removal without quibble from me. I lay half
across her, looking down as she shucked the second denim skin and
saw a pair of plain black panties go with them. She awkwardly
kicked the clothing free from her legs and, as she had been
wearing open toed sandals and no sox, she was now stark naked. My
lust took over and I simply drooled my way down her torso,
pausing briefly at her navel which had a small stud piercing, and
quickly engulfed her young sex.

I did what she said Trevor did well. I slid my tongue between her
sex lips and went to work, slowly at first, and then edging up to
the little hood at the top that hid her pink nubbin. Two fingers
insinuated into her warm tight cunt and soon she was groaning and
humming nicely. She didn�t disappoint me in her response and soon
she was decidedly wet and I had most of three fingers slowly
rotating back and forth and occasionally pushing as deep as she
could take as I stabbed her clitoris with my tongue; pursed
taught like a small member. She arched her back and hissed as she
appreciated the extra depth of penetration and firmer stab at her
clit. She lost it on the third combination of fingers and tongue
and bucked somewhat uncontrollably and in the middle of it she
squirted. I was so taken back by the intensity that I drew back
and I�m still at a loss to know if she actually pissed herself or
was this the famous rare  female ejaculation. Or are they one in
the same?

She started to calm down and began muttering �no, no, no� as my
tongue attempted to get at her clitoris to inquire if she could
stand another one, and she also twisted her hips sideways to bar
my searching tongue from getting to its jewel. Clearly she was a
one-hit girl and so this left me with no alternative but to fuck
her. I was still fully clothed. I soon changed that. Expertly,
quickly and with little disturbance to the prize now settling on
her back with her eyes closed and breathing evenly in her own
personal afterglow, aided and abetted by the beer she had
consumed, I got off the bed quickly and stripped naked. She was
lying with her arms loose by her side and her legs splayed just
as she held them while I ate her out. Her eyes were shut and
judging by the rhythmic shallow rise and fall of her abdomen, she
was in a light sleep; or perhaps a swoon from the orgasm that
shook her small lithe body. I eased carefully back up onto the
bed so as not to disturb her reverie, and kneeled between her
thighs. I took my cock and stroked it a few times and milked the
precum over the head and outer of the foreskin and slowly eased
forward and leaned over her while guiding my cock to the pink
vermillion lips that were now damp and dewy from her cumming. I
slid the head up and down the slit a few times and then pushed
down and forward and I felt the head engage her hole and I
slipped my hips forward and began to slide into her. She lay
still, eyes closed; hands at her sides. The pressure from her
tight hole did not deter the entry as she was naturally
lubricated and though she was tight for my size, I went into her
smoothly without major resistance. I eased forward and placed my
hands either side of her shoulders now that I was well engaged
and crouched over her, suspending my weight just off her body.

I started to slowly fuck her ensuring I penetrated her as deep as
I could but without sudden movement. I was big for her small body
but she took it without appearing to even know I was there. Is
this what necrophilia is like? But as I got more into it and my
shallow male pride was soaring at nailing this beautiful young
Australian teen, I felt her movement and quickly looked down at
her face as I felt first one hand, then the other, take my upper
arms as I crouched over her. Her eyes were barely open but she
was watching me and there was a sweet smile of approval on her
face. She instinctively drew her legs up and pushed her thighs
against my hips and soon she had her legs wrapped around me as I
rolled back and forth and started to slam harder into her. If she
had been suffering me in silence, she was now grunting and
gasping and I felt a surge of lust realizing my cock was causing
her some discomfort as I punched up and at her cervix. The sense
of control and dominance I felt was being egged on by her small
groans of complaint at my increased vigor. I increased the tempo
and she began to groan and gasp as I fucked her tight cunt and
she clung to me as if for dear life. I gasped and cried out as I
started to cum and I felt a huge release as I filled her cunt
with my cock and spewed spurt after spurt of cum against her
womb. I briefly wondered about birth control; the condoms I had
secretly bought earlier but had totally forgotten about in my
haste to get in her. But the building wave had broken, and I now
couldn�t have cared less if I knocked her up or not; as I emptied
myself deep inside of her.

Eventually I eased my body down and off to one side of her, and
she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, insinuating
her tongue into my mouth. We Frenched slowly and passionately for
a few minutes and I felt myself drifting off into a daze. We both
fell asleep.

I awoke at some stage of the night and realized she was not on
the bed with me. She must have gone back to her room. I was still
naked on top of the duvet. I sat up slowly and lazily rolled off
the bed to walk to the bathroom for a much needed piss. The small
table lamp on the night stand was still on and as I was part way
across the floor  I saw the Fedora hat on the couch, and half
turning realized her clothes were still here as well. I
instinctively looked at the adjoining doors between our two rooms
and realized mine was open and hers was ajar. I deviated quietly
to the doorway and sure enough, her door in the same doorway was
also open. I tiptoed into her room and it was then I heard her in
her own bathroom. I pushed the door open slowly and she saw me
peer around the door by looking at my reflection in the mirror
she was facing over the hand basin. Before I could speak she
grinned and said;

�Nearly forgot me pill.�

She was sipping from a glass of water. I stood and surveyed the
scene. She was naked like me and there was a toilet bag on the
vanity unit. Beside it was a small plastic pack and I recognized
it was birth control pills. The bubble pack laid out neatly for
the days between her periods.

�How come you�re on the pill?� I mumbled, somewhat embarrassed.

�So I don�t get preggers silly,� she chuckled.

�No, I mean what is a girl your age doing on the pill?� I
explained.

As soon as I uttered the words, I regretted it. I had carefully
put her age out of discussion, in my pursuit of her luscious but
underage young body. She scowled at my words.

�You should be thankful I am,� she said somewhat coolly and
turned away clearly hurt that I obviously regarded her as a kid.

�Marika I�m sorry it came out that way,� I stammered to recover
my gaffe. �I meant how you did get to be on the pill without your
folks knowing,� I said trying to explain my meaning.

�You might have realized I�ve done this before,� she started
somewhat sarcastically. �And the truth is it was me mum that put
me on the pill rather than have me get pregnant,� she said as he
placed the packet back in the toilet bag.

�Your mother knows?� I said somewhat surprised.

�Ye-eh-eh,� she drawled. It was hell to pay when she found out
I�d been having sex, but eventually she took it quite good,� she
explained. �Rather than me get knocked up, and she knew I
probably couldn�t behave meself, so this was the only ansa,� she
said in her thick accent.

I nodded my understanding. Good old �mum� from Bendigo, Victoria.
She finished putting her pills away and zipped the bag closed and
turned and looked at me. I surveyed her pert young breasts with
the hard brown nipples and the hair splayed across her chest,
framing them. She looked down at my cock that had stirred a
little and was semi-erect.

�You look pleased to see me,� she giggled, making the oldest
clich� in the book as a joke.

And without a word she sunk to her knees and took me in her hands
and lowered her mouth on my cock. She sucked me expertly, all the
while jacking me as she tongued and mouthed the head. I stood
looking down at her head bobbing up and down, and the raven mane
spread over her shoulders. I looked in the mirror and saw the
view as it looked from the rear; her dark head against my tanned
body. I�d spent much of my two weeks in Europe lying in the sun
getting a tan. The whole scene reflected before me turned me on
to the point I lost it. Before I could stall off the inevitable,
I felt the cum boiling in the middle of my groin and I grabbed
her head and held her as I pushed against her and came hard and
cried out loudly, and filled her mouth. She wasn�t prepared for
the amount and she gurgled and made some sort of grunt of
objection at the copious flood of cum, and tried to twist away. I
held her firmly and finished cumming in her mouth. She gagged and
gasped and as I removed my cock and she coughed and gasped again
and I felt the spray of my own cum and her saliva hit my abdomen
and hip. She finally let go my cock and fell back onto her butt
and lightly bumped her head against the wash stand vanity unit. I
stood somewhat exhausted by the intensity of the ejaculation. She
looked for all the world the little girl. Wiping away the residue
of cum from her bottom lip and chin and working her mouth to
restore the normal feeling from the tired ache her jaw had from
being opened by the thick intruder. She was tasting the cum and
working up saliva to dilute the taste from her mouth when I
reached and helped her to her feat. She finally let out a half
nervous giggle and a gasp at what had happened and took me hand
and as I pulled her to her feet.

�God I thought you wuz gonna choke me,� she laughed nervously and
wiped her mouth involuntarily. �So much of it.�

�You Ok?� I asked, genuinely concerned as she was rubbing the
back of her head.

�Ye-eh-eh.� Just a light bump on me noggin. No lump.

�Come on, back to bed,� I chuckled.

It was three fifteen in the morning. I still hadn�t had that
supposed urgent piss I�d left the bed for. I took her hand and
led her back to my room, pausing to look at the lock on her door.

�I un-sneebed it so�s I could come through,� she said sheepishly
with a grin. �I though maybe you�d do the same your side to,� she
added. I chuckled at the accent. Words with a hard �eye� sound
were more of an �ee� or �ehh� sound. Snibbed became sneebed. Once
through the adjoining door she tripped lightly to the bed and
jumped on top and lay back in an overt but somewhat mocking
provocative pose, giving me a come hither look.

�I have to pee desperately,� I said with a chuckle of apology at
not speeding to her side.

She pulled a face and I went into my bathroom to take a piss. I
had to stand to work up to it because of my recent ejaculation.
My bladder was bursting full but the urethra was till somewhat
restrictive due to its earlier function for ejaculation. I
eventually started to dribble and soon a strong sour stream of
urine hit the water loudly and I groaned in silent relief as the
pressure in my bladder eased. God a piss could sometimes be
better than a good fuck, I thought as I drained my bladder. The
sickly sex smell on my cock mingled with the acrid smell of the
urine. I flushed the toilet and shaking the drips from my semi
hard cock, I pattered back to the bed to discover she had climbed
under the duvet and she had quickly dozed off to sleep. I owed
her a nice cum but I was kind of tuckered out to so I carefully
snuck in beside her and cuddled up. She turned into me and
allowed me to take her into the crook of my arm. I reached for
the light switch and with a soft click, we were in darkness.
Despite the sounds of the distant traffic and the dull roar of
planes taking off and landing, I fell fast asleep.

I woke at about seven thirty with an early morning hard on. I
slipped a hand down and tested the stiffness and noted it was
pumped up hard and wanting of relief. Marika lay in the crook of
my arm still; never moving through the past hours of sleep. She
was clearly still in a deep sleep. I had a flight at ten. I
needed to be at the gate by nine but as I already had a boarding
pass, there was no need to go any earlier. I had about an hour
and a half to fuck this beauty once more, and then to shower and
dress and bid her farewell. Her flight was at one o�clock in the
afternoon. I searched for her nearest hand under the duvet and
finding it, guided it back behind her to  my cock. Her fingers
were limp and pliable and I was able to place her hand loosely
around it. I slowly coaxed her hand and now the disturbance to
her settled sleep caused her to slowly wake. She realized what
was happening about a minute into my coaching her hand movement
and, without looking up at me, I felt her hand start to grasp me
tightly and she took over jacking me of her own volition. With
this activity set, I searched for a breast and found her nipple
and began to twist and tweak it and soon she turned her face up
and arched back towards me, and with her heavy lids shading her
eyes, I bent and kissed her. This amoral little minx was clearly
already just as turned on as I was and she kissed and
passionately. Eventually I broke the kiss and pushing the duvet
off her body, rolled her over towards me onto her back, and bent
and worked her nipples over with my tongue and light nips with my
teeth.

Now crouched over her prone body, I slid a hand down between her
legs grazing the sparse pubic bush, and slipped my fingers into
her sex. She was somewhat greasy from the residue of my previous
cum from when I had fucked her the evening before, but she was
now becoming decidedly squishy showing she was now freshly
lubricating from this foreplay. As she became more aroused, her
control and rhythm at jacking my cock became less certain and I
knew she was suffering from the conflict between wanting to enjoy
my finger fucking her, at the expense of concentrating on
stroking me as expertly as she had started to do. I was rock hard
but familiar with my early morning hard-on so I knew I would not
cum quickly. I decided to get her off first and I slowly eased my
mouth off her young tits and once again bent down her young body.
She let my cock go as I moved back down her body, and soon I was
slurping her sex and she groaned loudly and opened her legs as
wide as she could. Soon her hands went to the back of my head and
the young minx pushed my face hard into her cunt as she lifted
her crotch up to meet my onslaught. I played her like the
proverbial fiddle. Sliding fingers deep as I could into her as I
sucked and nibbled her slit; taking the labia lightly in my teeth
and tasting them, and then laying hard my tongue against her
clitoris. She barely lasted five minutes and came hard, groaning
and almost crying as she sobbed her approval as the orgasm shot
through her body. She was gasping and muttering unintelligibly
and twisted and bucked as the pleasure took her over. She arched
her back off the bed and her legs were now moving together and
she quickly clasped my head in her thighs. I kept up the pressure
with the tongue, despite her efforts to dislodge me, and she
gasped out �no, no, no more� several times and clamped her legs
tighter, forcing me to withdraw my head. She groaned her approval
at what was now consuming her senses and she instinctively
twisted half over onto her side away from me to escape my
searching tongue.

I was still rock hard despite her relinquishing hand control of
my cock when I went down on her. Her twisting onto her side was a
blessing and I raised myself up to my knees and pushed her over
flat on her stomach and roughly manhandled her back into the
middle of the bed. She had her hands up beside her head, grasping
the pillow which she now had her faced buried into, and in this
pose I lifted her hips. She did not help at first but somewhere
in my now urgent coaxing to get to her knees she realized the
inevitable. I was going to fuck her from behind. I slid one knee
across her legs still clamped together, and eased back straddling
her. I could see the labia encased by each inner thigh and
buttock with the firm chubby fullness of the outer lips and the
slight pink inner lips which had the sheen of my saliva and her
juices. I peered closer and inhaled the sweet odor of her body
and touched the rose of her anus. She flinched and twisted her
head quickly but could not turn far enough to look at me
properly. I heard her gasp �no� firmly and realized she thought I
wanted to sodomize her. I might have wanted this at some later
encounter if we had more time, but right now her tight young cunt
was the prize. Straddling her legs I eased forward holding my
prick, and slipped it against her slit. Satisfied I was now not
interested in her anus she parted her legs slightly and the
vaginal opening was revealed as the labia relaxed.

I went into her with relative ease. But she was also still nice
and tight around my cock. After a series of two or three firm
pushes I bottomed out inside her with my balls hanging against
her sex lips. She groaned at the depth of penetration yet without
taking her discomfort into my account, I simply fucked her like
the dog takes the bitch. Firm hard short strokes that elicited a
gasp of objection as I hit deep against the cervix and then the
groan of obvious enjoyment as I dallied a little shallower for a
few short thrusts before going deep into her yet again. I allowed
this irregular rhythm to go on as I reveled in my dominance over
her; holding her young hips and rutting her. Eventually the
almost sexless early morning erection transformed into a more
languid sexual feeling; the warm feeling of hardness and arousal.
As this feeling took over my body, the command I had of her young
body caused my male pride to soar and I changed the rhythm to
more urgent faster complete strokes. Now she was groaning
continually as I reared up slightly and fucked her harder and
deeper as my pleasure at the conquest consumed me. I wrapped my
arms around her midriff and labored over her; feeling the
perspiration build in the small of my back and slowly run down
the crack of my butt over my asshole. The nervous itch the
perspiration made excited me more. At some point I knew I lost
contact with her involvement as my dominating her consumed me.
But little did I know that somewhere she had worked a hand back
to her sex, and it was while I was groaning and crying out as I
slammed her hard and deep as I came that I became aware of two
voices growling and groaning in unison. Hers and mine.

I got there first; hissing and gasping as I pumped her full of
cock and my semen splashing deep against her womb. As I breathed
heavily and slowly milked myself dry, allowing my conscious state
to return, I was now aware she was still wailing. I had stopped
pumping, holding myself in her, but now I realized she was moving
her hips from side to side and her groaning and gasps reached a
peak and she let out a long groan of �oooooooo� and her hips
collapsed to the bed. She had fingered herself off as I had been
fucking her. As this movement pulled her away from my still hard
cock, her cunt let a loud watery farting noise as the fullness
evaporated from her as my cock flopped out. She heard it and she
groaned embarrassed by this crude reaction to suddenly being
evacuated from the fullness inside her young tunnel. I was at
some point of south of Nirvana. Consumed by my sexual pride and
male ego both at once. I leaned lovingly forward and kissed and
laved the small of her tanned back and reached under her groping
for a young breast to play with. I could see the small Goosebumps
on her skin and the fine almost invisible hairs standing in the
small of her back, as she groaned her enjoyment at the afterglow
feeling washing over her. I didn�t have the strength to hold
myself bent over her like this any more and eventually I lay down
beside her; half draped across her body. We slept once more.

I woke with a start and looked at my watch in panic. We had not
drawn the curtains and it was clearly fully daylight. Shit! It
was eight thirty five. I sat up quickly, forcing myself awake.
The sexual exertions had left me somewhat drained and the recent
sleep had left me feeling more tired than I had felt when I awoke
earlier. I slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom. I run
the shower and as it warmed I climbed under it and stood letting
the warm water wake me up properly. Having finally showered and
shaved, I walked naked back into the room. She was still asleep.
I dressed, fishing the clean underpants from the Marks and
Spencers bag and pulled the Manchester United sweatshirt on. I
quickly pulled on my cargo pants and soon had clean sox and my
cross trainers on. I packed the dirty clothes in a laundry bag
and concealed the condoms and lubricant I had bought at Boots
Chemist the day before in my hand baggage. I was ready. One small
problem. The naked underage girl in my bed. I needed to get her
into her own room and lock my door at least. In case someone came
looking for her only to find her in my room. I might be about to
leave her, never to see her again, but I didn�t want her
associated with this room. I had some difficulty rousing her but
eventually I got her to virtually sleepwalk back to her room and
helped her under the duvet. She never woke properly and simply
went back sleep. I gathered her clothes up from my room and
arranged them neatly on the single arm chair near her bed.
Locking her door in the rooms adjoining opening, I let myself out
her main door and entered my room with the card key. I then
locked the door on my side and returned the two rooms to being
locked away from each other. Gathering up my cabin bag and
laptop, I left the room and paused briefly at her door and
whispered �goodbye you beautiful Marika Vanderhaven; part Dutch,
part Vietnamese Australian. Have a good life.� I rode the
elevator down to the concourse level and left to find my gate. It
was now just after nine thirty in the morning. I was running
late, but made the flight without trouble.

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean; somewhere nearer the US than
the UK, I gazed at a young girl sitting ahead of me in the aisle
row of the seven-forty-seven She was playing an iPod and mouthing
the words to the song she listened to. I could see the gentle
swell of her budding left breast. The side of her cheek and the
long dark eyelash of the one side of her face I could see. She
had long jet black hair and when she turned to face the aisle
side where she sat, I noted she was Indian. Maybe about twelve or
thirteen. For some time I watched her from my aisle seat on the
left side of the cabin. It was natural for me to look forward and
I could easily see her without turning to stare directly at her.
I wondered what her young sex looked like framed by the tanned
skin. Did she have much pubic hair yet? What stage were her
budding breasts at? What would her sex smell like; taste like?
Did she know about her body; did she secretly touch herself and
know how to achieve pleasure? Was she a virgin? I�m sure she was.
But then I thought that about Marika to, and I was wrong. I
couldn�t get these carnal thoughts about this young girl�s body
out of my mind. Once when she rose to go back to the lavatory, I
noted with disappointment she was very skinny and her clothes
were somewhat old-fashioned. No hip hugging tight jeans and warm
full crotch there. But the breasts were starting to grow and I
could vaguely see a bra behind the white muslin shirt she wore;
and she did have a lovely face. She glanced at me diffidently and
moved on past.

I thought about Marika. Her firm young breasts and hard brown
nipples; and her beautifully tight sex with the sparse dark curls
gathering on her mons above the vee of her slit. I thought of the
off-white Fedora hat with the dark band, she had worn on her dark
hair when I first saw her. Moreover the unabashed way she
conducted herself. Her apparent promiscuity and the liberal
tolerance of her mother. What a clash of ethnicity and
liberalism. I had no doubt about her Dutch heritage being in tune
with permissive attitudes. But the more stoic family values of
the Vietnamese seemed a counterpoint. Yet there she was for me;
willing and pliable. And so erotic and mature in her sexuality
yet a little girl in her social skills. At some point after the
young Indian girl returned to her seat, I rose and went back to
the lavatories mid cabin. What one did she go into, and pull her
pants down to sit on the seat. Was it the one that I now stand
in, facing the stainless steel bowl and flicking my hard cock
quickly with practiced familiarity. Somewhere in this world there
are more Marika Vanderhavens. I had never contemplated underage
sex before the enforced stopover in London. Now I couldn�t wait
to set my radar for the next possible encounter. I came hard and
ejaculated strongly into the bowl. I feel flushed at my exertions
and the shallow joy of the self manipulated ejaculation. The
small room hisses with the air conditioning and the noises of the
plane are all around me. �Marika� I called under my breath
through clenched teeth as I eventually pump myself dry; the
familiar odor of my cock caught my nostrils. �Marika, I love
you.�

The End

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