Sonja

No, actually everything had been harmless. Vesna had left at noon after fucking and Pico remained alone in the apartment, reading the newspaper a second time, sitting in his bathrobe at the kitchen table and leafing through a porn magazine. The afternoons began to seem unbearably long to him. He thought he heard a noise outside the door and got up quietly to look.

When he quickly opened the door, the neighbor's little brat was sitting on the landing opposite his door, grinning at him. The neighbor had only recently moved in, had a toddler, and this brat, about 13 or 14 years old, Pico guessed. He always felt uncomfortable when she sat on the landing and watched him bluntly. No, this was no longer a child, but a calculating, aloof brat. Unlike other kids, she kept sitting on the landing when he came or went and grinning at him. Grinned, presumably, because she enjoyed his furtive and embarrassed glances up her skirt. Deliberately sitting so that he had to see her bare thighs and panties, sometimes she moved one knee back and forth so that the eye‐catching movement magically attracted his gaze like a spider trap moved by the wind.

"What is it!" he ruled her, glaring sternly. Grinning, she asked if his name was Rizzi's and if he'd lived there long. She dangled her leg nervously again and Pico's gaze involuntarily darted to her underpants.

"I'm Mr. Rizzi, yes," Pico barked morosely, "what do you want?" She jumped up giggling and ran down the stairs. Pico closed the door and sat down angrily at the kitchen table again, listlessly leafing through the color magazine. But after a few minutes, he heard another noise and looked out into the hallway. The brat was standing there again, grinning cheekily at him.

"Well, what is it?" asked Pico, trying not to scowl quite so much. She looked past him curiously into his apartment and asked again if he had been living there for a long time. He nodded and mumbled, "Since the war." then imperceptibly stepped aside. She was thin and tall for her age, stepped half a step closer and looked around unabashedly.

"Ah, so this is your anteroom!" she said, now taking another half step closer. Pico was taken aback, for as a child he would never have dared to enter a stranger's home so readily. But she wasn't a child, she was in that strange no man's land between being a child and growing up. The girl looked around curiously and looked straight ahead into the kitchen. "And there's the kitchen!" she said firmly, and went in. Like a stray cat, she went around once, looking at everything. Pico was inwardly startled, because in the middle of the kitchen table was the porn magazine he had just been leafing through; the pictures on the open page left no questions unanswered. She barely looked, then had finished her tour and came back into the outer office. Pico's thoughts tumbled, trepidatiously thinking that she was a small, young thing and that he was alone with her in his apartment. He wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible, and stepping sideways to the apartment door, pointed at it and wanted to say something, but she beat him to it.

"And where does the apartment go on?" she asked, and, without waiting for his answer, went into the large living room. She turned once on her axis while looking in amazement at everything, the shelves full of books, the TV including the VCR and the music system, then Aunt Lila's old piano, which Pico had not touched since her death. She stepped in front of the piano and flipped it open. "Oh," she said, "a piano!" and pressed some keys. Pico shut the apartment door and went into the living room.

"No, please, don't touch the piano!" he said, closing the lid so slowly that she could pull her fingers back in time.

"I have to go now," she said, and walked to the apartment door.

"What's your name?" asked Pico, waiting. The girl was halfway down the hall when she called over her shoulder, "Sonja!" and ran down the stairs. Pico remained sitting in the kitchen all afternoon, irritated and inexplicably nervous.

For days he pondered what kind of child this might be, who was so aloof with him, a Stranger, handled. In his fantasies, she grew older and more desirous, making him do this and that as she twisted and turned in the living room. Pico ran with his camera around the vineyards of Nussdorf, taking pictures of the City of Vienna. When he came home at noon, Sonja met him on the stairs. "Oh, you're taking pictures!" she noted with satisfaction, while he hurriedly continued to climb. She walked further down first, then turned and followed him. He heard her and left his door open.

He thoughtfully and pedantically hung up his jacket while Sonja stood under the doorway stood and looked into the anteroom. He took the camera and put it on the little table next to the TV. Sonja closed the door and came into the living room as well. "What were you photographing?" she asked, looking at him from below, almost lurking. Pico said nothing but sat down in his armchair and began to smoke. The girl in the much too short dress walked up and down, looked around curiously, and said in a high‐pitched singing voice, "You sure have a lot of books," then went to the shelves and ran her fingers over the spines of the books. "Have you read all these yet?" she asked.

Pico nodded grumpily, but said nothing. Sonja sat down on the little stool where he always put his feet up while watching TV, and took some magazines from the shelf under the tabletop. She blushed a little, because he had his erotic magazines there, which she quickly closed at first. Pico took a deep breath as she leaned far over for another magazine and slid her dress up even more. Dress slid up even further. She flipped through a few pages in the porn magazine, then put it away again. "I'm leaving now" she announced, and when Pico didn't budge, she actually left. Pico was very excited, because her closeness, her brief blush as she flipped through the porn magazine, completely upset him. He had caught a glimpse of the hem of her panties as her dress had ridden up.

The day after next, she was again sitting on the landing opposite his door when he came home from shopping. He nodded silently at her as he unlocked. "Can I?" she asked in a half‐sentence typical of her age, squeezing past him into the living room. After Pico had emptied the shopping bag in the kitchen and hung his jacket neatly on the hook in the front room he went into the living room. Sonja was sitting in his comfortable armchair, flipping through one of the color magazines with red cheeks. "Can I sit down?" asked Pico impatiently, until Sonja looked up irritated and made room for him. She sat back down on the stool, her little dress bobbing, and Pico blinked. Unconcerned, she flipped through page after page, looking at the posing, the naked, the masturbating, the copulating. Only her ears turned red, otherwise nothing of her lust was noticed, at least outwardly. Again Pico thought how aloof, unabashed and direct she was. He took an album from the shelf, in which he had pasted some cut‐out treasures, and leafed through it as well. She looked over at him as she continued to leaf through without looking.

After some time, Pico mumbled incoherently, "Sometimes I can sell a picture," leaving the rest in limbo as to whether or not the pictures in his album were his own work. Sonja seemed to have understood immediately and looked at the picture, then after a while, without looking up from the magazine, asked, "Do you get money for it?"

Inwardly, Pico rejoiced. This was the track on which it was inexorably going; he felt it. Only for a split second did he think she was far too young and not pretty at all; she was thin and towering, had pimply skin, ears far too big, and teeth that grew unevenly. Her long, thin arms reinforced the impression of angularity that she radiated. The widely protruding kneecaps seemed irritating, confusing in contrast to the already rounding thighs that disappeared under the hem of the dress that had become much too short. But all that was almost indifferent to him. What mattered was the hard throbbing in his chest.

Pico kept turning the pages and blinked out of the corner of his eye at Sonja, who was sitting on the stool and studying the picture of a copulating couple for a very long time. "I wonder if you get money for that?" she asked again, looking up at him.

Pico swallowed, then said hoarsely, "Yes, sometimes you get money for it." After a pause, he added, "They don't buy all the paintings, but sometimes one or two they like, then I have to throw the rest away." Lying came easier to him than ever.

Sonja looked at him now, unblinking. "Can I have some money too?" Pico sat frozen. It irritated him that she was directing the conversation and he, who might well have been her grandfather, was trailing behind.

"Well," he said a bit hesitantly for appearances' sake, "you're still quite young, you know that? And besides, they only pay for bare facts!" He was silent and relieved that he had now taken the reins a bit. The minutes passed sluggishly in the silence. Sonja looked at him from below and said with a wry smile, "I'm not a child anymore, I'll soon be 15," which Pico couldn't believe her, "and I'm already getting breasts!" Defiantly, Sonja sat on the stool and looked at him expectantly.

Pico said almost immediately, "I don't believe it!" and put the album aside. He got up and went to the bathroom. After he peed, he undressed and came back to the living room in his bathrobe. Sonja was still on the stool and looked at him from dark eyes when he came in. "Yes, I am, I'm already getting boobs!" she said defiantly.

He shrugged and sat back in his recliner. He knew that he only had to wait until she took the initiative. He saw out of the corner of his eye how she was already giving herself a jerk and then paused again. "Yes, look!" she said all at once, pulling her dress up to her shoulders. Pico saw that she had tiny, flat breasts, but she looked at him defiantly. The tiny nipples stuck out oddly pointedly from the small, soft mounds. Pico's gaze slid down over her belly. Her panties were not quite clean and frayed at the sides, gave him a dim glimpse of the secret. Then she lowered her dress again.

Pico's heart was pounding in his throat. "Yes, well," he said vaguely, "one can see something. But they only pay for naked facts, you know that." He put a hand on a porno magazine that lay on the little table. "They don't pay only for breasts" he added, looking out the window. Sonja pondered and tugged her dress into place.

"I'm going now",she said and stood up. Pico glared at her. "Money they pay only for naked facts" he repeated, looking at her uncertainly. He couldn't get any more direct than that!

Sonja had already taken two steps towards the door, now she stopped and turned back to him. "And," she searched for words, "what are they paying for it?" Pico said as if shot from a pistol "Fifty or a hundred!". Sonja nodded and continued to look at the floor. Then she muttered, "I get five a month," and kept calculating in her head, "but fifty buys quite a lot!"

Pico remained sitting motionless. He guessed that now came the moment when she decided for or against him. If she walked out, then it was all over. Secretly he even hoped she would go, because he suspected that there would be that there would be trouble at some point, he suspected. He stared, unmoving, at the cover of the magazine that lay on the table. Sonja took a step toward him and grinned at him a little sheepishly, "Will you give me 50?" She bit her lips and looked at him expectantly. Pico suddenly remembered that he still hadn't picked up the video camera from the repair shop and at most could only take a few pictures with the camera. He made a sideways gesture with his hand, as he always did always when he wanted to think, but she understood it differently. With a single hand movement she slipped her dress over her head and let it slide carelessly to the floor. Then she stopped expectantly.

Pico stared at her. It surprised him again how quickly and without his actual intervention it happened. Her small breasts stood out pointedly, her panties hung askew on her hips, and her socks curled on her shoes. "Everything," Pico said hoarsely, "you have to take it all off!" Heart pounding, he watched her as, after a long minute of hesitation, she slid the panties carelessly down and then took off her shoes and socks with a jerk. Then she straightened up and looked at him expectantly.

Involuntarily he had to think of the awkward, but very erotically depicted girls of Egon Schiele. What surprised him most was that she already had a dark down, a small patch of dark hairs curled between her legs, yet he could clearly see her labia. The long, skinny arms and the legs, which were not much different, made a contrast that was irritating and arousing at the same time. Pico told her to lie down on the sofa, then he got up and went to the closet, took out his camera and walked over to the sofa. Not for a second did he think about the fact that he was about to get himself or her into trouble.

Sonja lay there awkwardly and completely unerotic. Maybe she had become afraid of her own courage by now, because she covered her small breasts with her hands. There was not only curiosity but also a little fearfulness in her gaze as she looked up at him. Pico murmured that she should be relaxed, it would be all right. He gave her instructions on how to place the leg or arm, looked through the viewfinder and touched her very gently when he wanted a pose so as not to frighten her. After a few minutes, she had her cheeky laugh back on her face. Pico always looked very long and thoughtfully through the viewfinder before pulling the trigger.

He had touched her skin, it was cool and yet somehow velvety. When she lay on her side, she didn't look so scrawny and bony anymore, he told her to put one leg up and bend her knee. She was a little startled when his hand brushed her fuzz for the first time. She swallowed and looked at him out of wide eyes, when he said soothingly, "The jungle has to move a little to the side so you can see everything well!" Then he gave her a chummy grin until she smiled, too. Carefully he pushed the pubic hair apart and looked at her small cleft, heart pounding. The slight inner reddening upset his imagination again, his thoughts somersaulted, for he was sure he knew where the redness came from.

Pico didn't take many pictures, because he wanted to use this first session to reduce their mutual anxiety and relieve the tension. He also wanted to find out how far she was even cooperating. His hand gently ran caressingly over her skin when he got her into a pose. He knelt with one leg on the the sofa, took some close‐ups of her cleft and was secretly amused, for his bathrobe was now gaping open at the front and Sonja was looking curiously and a little embarrassedly at his half‐stiff cock, even if only out of the corner of her eye, but still. She tensed again as he palpated her cleft and tried to pull the bulges apart, so he immediately let it go and went back to his chair. "Done!" he said, taking his wallet out of his pants that hung over the chair.

Sonja had dressed again in a few seconds and accepted the bill with a flushed face. She looked at it closely and nodded with satisfaction, "50!" Pico could hardly control the trembling of his hands and whispered that if she wanted to, she could visit him again tomorrow, no better yet, the day after tomorrow; tomorrow he would perhaps already be able to sell an Image. Sonja pranced out with the bill in her hand and closed the door behind her. Pico immediately masturbated wildly until he could take no more.

Sonja, of course, could not wait and was already sitting on the landing when he was the next day coming back from the photo dealer. Wordlessly, he let her in and pointed to the living room where she should wait for him. Then he went into the bathroom and put on his bathrobe. When he went into the living room with his bag in his hand, in which the video camera was, Sonja was already lying naked on the sofa, leafing through a porn magazine. He had, after all, already thought ahead and had some notebooks, in in which mainly posing and masturbating girls were pictured, were left on the table. Sonja leafed through quite excitedly and hardly looked up when he came in.

It took him a few minutes to get the video camera ready; in between, he kept glancing over at Sonja, who seemed to be getting aroused by these masturbation pictures. He could see it in her movements, in her breathing. Slowly he rose and sat down next to her on the sofa. He put a hand on her hip and stroked her very lightly until she looked up.

"That's a different camera," she noted, glancing at him. "Fifty again?"

Pico pretended to think back and forth, then said, "Suit yourself, That one," pointing with his chin at the picture he had just opened, where a girl was working intensely on her cleft, "that one gets a hundred!" He didn't look at her and let the bait work slowly. The little red flashing light on the camera lit up on as he pressed the button. Sonja said nothing and chewed on her lower lip as she looked at the picture intently and thoughtfully. He stroked the curve of her hip and buttock with a gentle hand, let his hand slide to her Fluff and trailed the tip of his finger up and down her pubic cleft. He was glad that she was looking at the picture so intently and thinking hard, because that way she didn't hinder him when he touched her. Gently he stroked her cleft, slowly, up and down. It was getting too long for him, though, and he inquired, "Well, what is it?"

Sonja searched for words, but couldn't find the right ones, and kept silent.

"Can't you do it, like that one?" asked Pico, looking at her curiously.

She immediately said, "Yes, I can!" but immediately bit her lips again and looked bashfully at the picture.

"If you can do it, what's the problem?" asked Pico hypocritically, for he guessed what was bothering her. "Don't you dare?" he asked jovially, and Sonja nodded mutely. Pico knew that he had won. He just had to help it along a little. He turned off the camera and turned his full attention to Sonja. He put the camera next to him and turned her onto her back. His hands touched her belly, her hips, then he bent her thighs slightly apart. With one hand he held her knee, with the other he touched her pubic fold. He smiled at her until she relaxed.

"For fifty you don't have to do anything," said Pico, "but for a hundred you have to do it, like this!" and slowly he let his Hand on her cleft circling. She looked at him fixedly and tensed up again.

"You don't have to worry," said Pico, "everyone does it for a hundred. You can just close your eyes and imagine you're alone, at home, under the covers. Forget about me and the camera!" His hand circled very slowly, and gradually he felt Sonja relax again.

"Come, close your eyes and imagine you're at home," he urged her, and she obediently closed her eyes.

"Now imagine you are lying under the covers, no one is there, and you slowly feel a nice feeling coming up, here!" he said, annoyed at his awkward speech. He gently grabbed her hand, slowly dragging it across her belly onto her pubic.

"So go ahead, do it!" he said, pressing the button, the flashing red light illuminated.

Sonja lay motionless. She blinked at him a few more times, but then closed her eyes. He had taken her hand and was circling it. After a few seconds, he noticed her change. She settled better, spreading her knees farther apart and feeling herself with her fingers, tentatively stroking herself and circling her hand. He held his breath and filmed. She circled and circled, her breathing shallower and her small chest rising and falling. After a few minutes, she stopped and looked at him. "It's not working!" she wailed, looking at him unhappily.

He was about to say something angry, but then he remembered he had to get to the bottom of it. "But at home, it works, right?" he asked, and she hesitated before nodding. "So what's the problem now then?"

Sonja didn't answer right away, after a short silence she whispered, "It doesn't — go like that." Pico asked in amazement, "What, it doesn't go like this!? It does go like this!" but Sonja shook her head. She lay motionless again and looked at him. "It goes differently!"

Pico was electrified. "Well, how?" he asked, but Sonja shook her head and remained silent. Then she had an idea and took the porn book in her hand, flipping back and forward again until she showed him a picture: "This is how it works!"

Pico looked at the picture; the girl had stuck a finger in her vagina. "Okay," he said, "okay! Just like you want!" and moved back a little, holding the camera ready.

Sonja closed her eyes. Again they opened, but now she pushed her index finger slowly between the small bulges. She blinked to see if he was watching too and seemed curious to see how he was taking it, but then she closed her eyes and began pumping her finger faster. He held the camera closer and closer until it was right in front of her pumping hand, then watched as she fingered herself. It took a very, very long time, as she lightly pushed her index finger in and out, touching her clit only occasionally with the pad of her finger, shuddering over and over. Then she pumped the finger deep and slowly into the vagina, perhaps also to delay the stimulus. After half an eternity, she put the finger into the vagina only case by case and unfocused, but she touched the clit again and again jerking and twitching, shuddering a bit when she rubbed too fast. She continued to perform this spectacle for a while, then stopped abruptly, looked at him full on and asked, "Was it right?"

Pico nodded and swallowed hard. Even though she had only given him a little show, he was quite aroused. He turned off the camera and set it aside. Sonja looked through the half‐open bathrobe at his erect cock, but said nothing. Pico stood up and picked up his wallet. When he turned around, she was already dressed and took the bill from his hand. "A hundred," she said dazedly, "A hundred!" She twisted and turned the bill. "What do you get for it?" she asked as she walked out, but she didn't seem to have expected an answer. She had barely scurried out before Pico was masturbating again as if his life depended on it. He watched the video over and over and had to masturbate again and again.

On two or three afternoons it went similarly. Pico asked her once, when she had just finished, how it came about that she was no longer a virgin. She grinned crookedly at him again from below, then told she that she had played in former times with Susi (a neighbor child, assumed Pico) "that" often and there it had happened, but it had not hurt at all, also not Susi.

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Pico began to choreograph a little on the next days and showed Sonja exactly what he wanted to film. Relieved, he realized that it had been right to let her do the little deception, because it was obviously still too intimate for her to really masturbate in front of him. Even though she had not yet gone all the way to climax, it seemed that she no longer felt any shyness about being filmed while masturbating. Pico suggested she try doing it with her thumb. She looked at him in amazement, but then tried it. He showed her that she had to spread the five fingers apart and insert the thumb; then she had to fan it, getting faster, until she was done. But Sonja stopped again long before orgasm when it became too strong for her. Pico waited for one more day of shooting, then he said he would he would do it to her with his thumb, she should just concentrate on the clit.

He had turned the camera on to the shelf and pointed it at Sonja. Then he sat down next to her hip and gently palpated her pubic area, commanding her to concentrate on the clit with one finger. He caressed her breasts and belly until he noticed that she was becoming a little more frisky. Slowly his hand slid up her up her inner thighs, fingers touching her vagina, opening the bulges of her labia. Then very slowly his thumb crept into her tight little vagina. Rhythmically he pushed his thumb inside, whispering that she should concentrate only on the clit and not to let go of it for a moment. She became erratic and twitched a bit, wanting to stop, but he whispered that it would go further today, much further, that she should concentrate on the clit again. Imperceptibly she began to stiffen again, after a few minutes her pelvis began to contract violently, and Pico now let his thumb whiz firmly back and forth inside her vagina. With a wail her body jerked up, she clutched his waist and buried her face against his belly under the bathrobe as the contractions tossed her back and forth. He held his thumb still and unmoving in her vagina until the contractions subsided. She looked up at him uncertainly, sort of shaken and meek, then looked down, for his stiffening cock was poking into her side. She grinned and touched it with two fingers, palming it carefully.

For minutes they sat in silent embrace. Then Pico wanted to break away to give her the hundred she deserved. But Sonja still held his cock, very carefully between two fingers, and asked, "And for that there's more?"

Pico shook his head and cleared himself. No, that wouldn't do, he said energetically, she was definitely too young, no one would buy those pictures, besides, he'd have one foot in jail for that. She wanted to say something, blinking at his cock, which she still held with her fingers. He energetically freed himself and looked for his wallet.

Some times he filmed this scene at length. Sonja, meanwhile, had given up the initial pretense and was greedily masturbating to climax as soon as she was horny. She had obviously gotten used to his presence. He sat close beside her and only rarely helped with his thumb until she orgasmed. She held on to him until her panting subsided and her breathing returned to normal.

She grabbed his hard‐on with her hand, which pressed firmly against her ribs, then palmed his cock and looked up at him. "Go on, do it too!" she whispered hoarsely, pushing his cock back and forth. She'd seen that many times before, she lied (though it was rare, seldom happened that the drunk guy sat down on the bed next to the two girls and masturbated with a grin), her mother's boyfriend sometimes did it too and that he didn't care whether she watched or not — in the small one‐room apartment he had nowhere to go, Pico thought. Sonja noticed that Pico sighed and puffed excitedly at these words, so she lied some more and invented all sorts of things about how and when her mother's boyfriend does it, that he is completely unconcerned, even when her little sister is still awake. Only when the mother was there, he didn't do it, but then he lay on top of the mother and fucked her. Although Pico did not like this rough language, it excited him.

Sonja was silent for a moment, for it was for the most part true and terrible, and she feared to tell the whole truth. The alcohol that her mother and her boyfriend begged for, the morbid arguments and their fucking, which they did without restraint without regard for the girls — though not so often anymore, because the alcohol, which quite excited their mother, at the same time dulled his potency. The mother, who always then, when he could not, satisfied him with her hand, who was completely in bondage to the fellow and did everything he demanded; whom he sometimes forced to masturbate in front of her daughters while the guy watched the three of them greedily and hornily. The silent crying of her little sister, who didn't understand all this and was afraid of her mother's orgasm‐distorted face. The slow understanding of the power hidden in it, because afterwards he regularly pounced on the mother and fucked. The incessant talk of the house boyfriend to finally send Sonja on the hustle, they needed the money urgently.

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Sonja gave herself a jolt, it didn't matter anyway, why shouldn't she tell Pico everything. He does it to her like dogs, Sonja said, pulling on Pico's foreskin, he rams her for a long time, Sonja said, and they both pant loudly because they are stinking drunk. When he gets it, Sonja said, he pulls it out and squirts all the sauce all over her ass. Or he makes her do it to herself; meanwhile she holds her little sister close, Sonja said, because she's still very afraid of it, but the fear goes away when they hold each other. In the meantime, Pico didn't know how much of this might have been true, but he was now so horny that he could hardly control himself. Sonja was wiggling his cock back and forth the whole time in a richly clumsy way.

It had to be done. Now. He pressed Sonja against him with his left hand and masturbated with his right, very quickly. He pressed his glans against the side of her small bosom and she stared at it as it wiggled along to the beat. She winced as he squirted all over her bosom from the side, his seed slowly spilling over her ribs. He continued to squirt, rubbing his seed over her breast with the glans.

Pico felt terribly ashamed and said nothing, but he took it upon himself to control himself in the future. She grinned conspiratorially at him and wiped it all away with her palm, wiping her hand on the back of the sofa. Probably every word was a lie, he thought, besides, it can't go on like this, she's totally dragging me down, I can't control myself at all. Later he said to her that he couldn't sell this film, he was in it. In general, Pico said, he could no longer pay so much, only more 50 or maybe only 20, his meager pension ... the rest he left in limbo.

A few times Sonja still allowed herself to be filmed and teased him each time to masturbate and watched him squirt curiously, but over time she stayed away longer and at some point did not come at all. She was mainly attracted by the money and after it dried up, she was not interested in playing any more games. Pico kept watching his videos and carefully hiding them on the shelf behind the TV.

After a few months, she came again, walked in front of him into the living room, sat down on the sofa and asked him for a hundred. For two hundred he could do it quite right with her, her mother's boyfriend had already done it with her, she lied, but her red ears betrayed her. Pico, of course, didn't believe a word she said and stuttered about that that his money was not enough and that he could not pay anything. At first she looked serious and worried, but then she grinned and said good‐naturedly, well, then we do it just so and lolling horny on the sofa. He sat down next to her and mumbled that he couldn't do it, because it says prison, with such a young girl ... And felt terribly ashamed because he couldn't get the bad word out.

She quickly brushed off her dress and threw it on the floor, then snuggled up to him. He caressed her and felt her small, pointed breasts, sliding his hand down and fondling her cleft. "It's really true," Sonja continued in a whisper, "he really fucked me!" Whispering softly, she told what she had been thinking for days; that her drunk mother had watched impassively as the boyfriend took hold of her and fucked, and from that day on, fucked again and again, again and again. Sonja knew how much she teased Pico with her words and whispered everything conspiratorially into his ear down to the smallest detail — she had seen it often enough.

She reached under his bathrobe, because he had become horny at her whispering, and "He is already quite stiff — you like it, don't you?" she whispered enticingly, but Pico made no reply and shook his head in denial. She pulled his foreskin quickly over the glans a couple of times, then she whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "Come on, do it to me!" and pulled him onto the sofa. There was a roar in his head and his heart skipped a beat as she pulled him on top of her. Though he silently screamed that he didn't want it, his cock immediately found its way, sliding in between her labia, plunging deep into her vagina. With a wild, desperate jerk, he withdrew, hearing her disappointed sigh. In fact, she seemed close to crying as she murmured that she really wanted to do it for once.

"Please," Sonja whispered in a half‐stifled voice, "please love me!" Again she reached for him and tried to push him in. But he resisted, even though Sonja tried vigorously to pull him on top of her. He knelt between her spread thighs and stared with wide‐open eyes at the forbidden fruit in which he had almost sinned. She thought she could make him compliant by wanking him violently. He was losing his temper more and more as he knelt in front of her, his cock aimed at her slit. It seemed to him more and more as if it was Monika who was jerking him and slowly pulling his cock to her cleft. When Sonja felt his cock stiffen to bursting and begin to throb, she grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him tightly to her. But she had excited him too much, because even during the penetration Pico squirted. He saw her eyes widen in fear as his seed squirted deep inside her, but still in the act of penetration he knew that this was not real squirting — he felt it stop immediately. She moved under him and he thrust again, as hard as he could — damn, now she had taken him so far after all! Wild and furious, he humped her, not giving a damn about her frightened gasps and tentative wails because everything about her was still tight and small and because she suddenly couldn't breathe. She stared at him out of big child's eyes when he didn't stop fucking her like an animal, even though it was already going black before her eyes. On the verge of fainting, while he kept fucking like a steam engine, she tensed up in agony and was suddenly shaken by a violent orgasm. Then she orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed until the end. He stared into her wide‐open eyes as he poured out, roaring loudly. Sonja painfully felt her own contractions in orgasming and his violent, throbbing spurting and gasped desperately. Hecontinued to churn for a few moments until he went limp. His thinking came back and at the same time nameless horror; child molester, child molester, prison, prison! For seconds he remained motionless, then he slid off her and fell silently to the side.

Unbearably slowly, one drop after another fell into the lake of eternity.

In a completely unexpected gesture of tenderness, she embraced him and snuggled against him. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear and kissed him awkwardly on the cheek. Later she got up, dressed and left without a word, leaving him in despair and misery.

She never came again.

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