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“I want to stay at your place tonight. Just, this time, let’s set an alarm.”

She was beautiful. This was the first time I had really seen her naked; from a distance where I could see all of her. As I said before, she was (is) just shy of five feet, maybe 4-9 or 10, and she weighs barely 90 pounds. So she is kind of skinny. But her proportions are those of tall and thin—if she became an adult her body would make her a top model. Except for, of course, the almost complete lack of tits. I once heard a French fashion designer say that the perfect shape for a woman’s breast was that of a champagne glass. Jenny’s aren’t even close—just small rises that have emphasize her nickel size areolas, about the size of “C” cell batteries with the bump too.

Her ribs are clear but not too prominent, her stomach flat, her oval belly button between the two ridges made by her stomach muscles.

Speaking of muscles—she has those too. Her shoulders, arms, thighs and legs are what you’d expect on a woman who works out at the gym regularly—not a body builder but definitely not a weak little girl. At least half her height is in her legs, we used to say that a girl like her had hips at her shoulders. And, of course, her sex is completely uncovered—lovely smooth lips that just barely give a glimpse of her clit when she’s standing.

She caught me staring. “You like what you see?” she asked.

“God but you’re beautiful.”

She pirouetted, then stopped with a smile. “Let’s get over to your place.”

“Ah, don’t you need to put something on?”

“Naw, it’s late.”

We went out the garage door and ran across the street. Arbutus was happy to get out into the yard but I only let him water one of the trees before I called him back in. Then Jenny and I went up stairs.

This time it was slow—slow and constant. We lay on our sides, facing each other, Jenny had one leg over mine. I held her face as I pushed inside her, she used her leg to hold our hips together. I was festinated as her eyes progressed through the colors of the spectrum, finally to glow an electric blue as she rolled with orgasms. After making her cum three or four times, I pulled out, then turned her around and entered her from behind. With us laying like spoons, I ran my cock in and out of her preteen vagina, moving my hands up and down her body, feeling her soft breasts and hairless slit. Finally I lost control. I jammed my cock into her. Most women would have yelped with pain as a shoved my dick against the top of her vagina and flooded her womb with sperm. Jenny grunted and came herself, the blue from her eyes actually lighting up the sheets where her head lay.

I was drenched with sweat, breathing like I had just finished a marathon, my heart pounding in my throat. “Holy fuck, you’re awesome.”

She rolled away, pulling my cock out of her. She looked at me in the darkness. “I’ve never had it like that before—it just seemed to keep rolling. Charlie would always stop…”

I ran my finger up her chest from her navel, between her breasts. “I could get really used to this,” I said.

We lay uncovered for a few minutes, the air cooling us. Jenny got up and went into the bathroom and I rolled onto my back, pulling the covers up. My cock was still hard and I stroked it through the sheets as I heard her piss tickling in the john.

When she came back in she smiled at the tent under the sheets, then lay down next to me on her stomach. “Put it in from behind, I liked that,” she said as she stuck her ass up into the air.

I got on my hands and knees behind her. Unfortunately the lights were off, there was only some dim moon light through the window. The feeling of her enveloping my cock was awesome. I was amused she could take only a little more than half my cock.

After fucking her doggy style for a few minutes I pushed her forward and lay down on her. She pushed her ass up against my hips to take me. I wanted to feel her little tits and hairless pussy as I fucked her so I rolled us over. Now we were both on our backs and I could rub and pinch her nipples as I pushed inside her. Then, the feel of her smooth hairless pussy lips with my cock sliding in and out of her brought me off.

She arched her back, digging her head into my collar bone, as we both came. Then we rolled onto our sides, still coupled.

It was probably two hours later that I woke up. My cock was still inside her, still hard. I gently screwed her again. This time she put her leg over mine and twisted around so we could kiss. I puttered out just a little more sperm inside her before we fell asleep again.

The alarm clock went off at 5:30.

“I have to go,” she said, getting up. “Can I borrow a shirt?”

“Ah, sure,” I said. I got out of bed and went to the closet. The blue dress shirt was huge on her but covered her.

“Thanks,” she said. She pulled me down and kissed me. “Tonight, would you take me out? Maybe to a movie?”

“Sure!” I said. The idea hadn’t really occurred to me.

“See you after sunset,” she said.

She refused my offer to walk with her across the street. I watched from the window as she dashed over and around the back of Charlie’s house.

At about ten, Charlie called.

“Tom, can I ask you a favor?” he started.

“Sure.”

“Can you take me to the doctor? I called and she said she wanted to see me this afternoon…I’ve been having some pain today…you know, heart…”

“Shouldn’t you go to the ER?” I asked. “You know, if you’re having chest pains.”

“It’s not like that,” he responded. “Part of what they call ‘heart failure’. My medication doesn’t seem to be keeping the fluid from my lungs as well…”

“What time?”

“The appointment’s at two. It’s only a few blocks. Be here, maybe, one-fifteen?”

“Sure.”

When I knocked on the door he called that it was open, then started coughing. He was sitting in the living room, dressed but wearing slippers.

“Hand me my shoes,” he said, pointing to a pair of sneakers on the stairs.

“You have to go down and tell Jenny we’re going. She’s in her box.”

I started through the kitchen.

“Don’t startle her, she can be violent. Also, she’s not sleeping, more in some sort of trance. She doesn’t like to be left alone in the house, she’ll want you to lock her into her room. The key’s on a hook by the stairs—but we’ll take it with us.”

The room was dark so I had to stand in the doorway for a few moments before I could see from the light in the hallway. I could see that the box was closed. I decided not to turn on the light.

“Jenny?” I said.

There was no response. I thought about knocking on the lid but decided this might be too loud and scare her. I lifted the lid a little.

“Jenny?...honey…wake up.”

Still no response. I lifted the lid all the way and could barely see her shape in the dark. She was on her side, her hair covered her face. I was silent, listening, and could barely hear her breathing.

“Jenny?”

Her fingers twitched.

“Honey, it’s Tom.”

I reached down and brushed some of her hair back.

Suddenly she breathed in, the air rasping in her throat. She seemed to instantly turn onto her back as her hand hit my arm, slamming my hand against the side of the crate.

I jumped back as pain shot through my wrist.

She was sitting up, swinging with her other hand to grab me but she stopped.

“Tom! Oh fuck! I almost killed you!”

I grasped my wrist, rubbing it. For a moment I thought it may be broken but I could make a fist and didn’t feel any bones grinding when I gently squeezed it.

“Well,” I said, holding my wrist, “it’s not broken.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t expect you…I’m used to Charlie.”

“We have to go out. I’m taking Charlie to the doctor.”

“Oh,” even in the dim light I could see the concern on her face. “Is he alright?”

“He doesn’t think his medication’s working.”

“Well,” she responded, “I’ve been telling him that for a week.”

“The appointment’s at two. We’ll probably get back around four or four-thirty.”

“Sunset’s at five fifty-three,” she said. “Get me up when you come back. I’ll lock myself in but would you lock the door? The key’s at the top of the stairs.”

“OK.”

I couldn’t help it. I leaned down and kissed her mouth. The red glow of her eyes brightened slightly for a second. She smiled.

“We still on for this evening?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good.”

She lay back down, then pulled the lid down. There were two clicks from the locks. I went out and closed the door. There were two dead-bolts, and the door was made of solid wood.

It was a long wait at the doctors, when he came out we went by a pharmacy to pick up some drugs. The whole time, Charlie didn’t have much to say. We ate at Subway and the sun was down in the trees when we got back.

“Jenny wants me to take her out tonight, I need to change,” I said when we got out of the van.

“Oh boy, you’re in for some fun,” he responded.

“I’ll see what’s showing.”

He smiled at me, holding back some amusement. “Jenny’s three hundred and fifty years old, she doesn’t get carded.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s just say that she has a way of looking older. When Jenny wants to go out, you’re in for quite a time.”

I was in the shower when I saw movement through the frosted glass.

“Tom, it’s me.”

“Oh! You startled me, again.”

She laughed. “You’ll just have to get used to me appearing after dark.”

I finished rinsing my hair, then shut off the water. I paused, then stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Jenny had gone into the bedroom and was sitting on the bed.

“So, where do you want to go?” I said as I searched for socks and briefs in my top drawer.

“Key Club Cabaret on Boston Road in the Bronx.”

“Huh?” I’d never heard of the place.

I looked at her and took in another surprise—she was dressed like she had just left a Catholic Girl’s School. She had on a green plaid jumper with a pleated skirt that modestly reached her knees. A long sleeve white button-down shirt with a dark green necktab, and white tights left her with only her head and hands showing. The outfit was finished off with black patent-leather low heal pumps and a patent-leather clutch.

“Not the sort of outfit you’d expect at a strip joint,” I said.

“No, yours is more like it,” she smiled.

“How do you expect to get in?” I asked. “You look like you just left Grammar School.”

“I have…well…people sometimes see what they want to see.”

“What do you think I should wear,” I asked as I pulled my shorts on.

“Blue jeans, shirt, and a sport jacket…no tie.”

We looked like an odd couple as we made our way into the Bronx. Luckily, it was late enough that traffic had eased up on the Cross Bronx Freeway and I found myself parking my Honda on a dark street in a neighborhood that looked like a war zone.

Key Club Cabaret was way too glitzy for the environs. The bouncer at the door was pretty scary looking—6’4”, 280, gold teeth and brass knuckles.

He didn’t bat an eye as he waved us in. “No cover for couples…” he smiled.

Jenny led me to a table at the side, directly across from the bar/stage. There weren’t many people there, the place smelled like stale beer and urine. On stage a malnourished looking blond with grotesquely silicon enhanced breasts was just taking off her g-string. The dark hair of her landing strip and stretched out roast beef disgusted me. She proceeded to squat down in front of a customer and spread her knees. Then she reached down and opened her pussy lips. I had to smile.

I leaned over to Jenny. “Abandon hope all ye who enter there!” I yelled over the throb. She laughed, then continued to look around the joint, staring intently at everyone she saw.

One of the dancers came up, a rather buxom red-head who had unsuccessfully tried to cover her hard life with make-up.

“Wha’ch drinking honey?” she said to Jenny.

I held my breath, waiting for her to say something like, “what are you doin’ in here?” but she seemed unaware that the girl sitting there looked like a sixth grader.

“Seven and seven,” Jenny said.

The redhead looked at me.

“I’ll take a Bud.”

The next girl on stage was obviously strung out—she was so high she was drooling. Her hair was bleached white, there were needle tracks on her arms and down the insides of her thighs. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in a week. Once she got to the third song she reveled that she was actually a brunette.

I was half way through my beer when Jenny squeezed my arm and nodded toward the door. “That’s him,” she said.

“Who?”

“Reginald Booker, my next meal.”

I looked at her with shock.

He was a good sized guy but not exceptional. A shade over six feet, around 200 pounds. He had on designer jeans and a print shirt, tinted glasses, and cowboy boots—but none of it was flashy. I did notice a nice watch.

He sat down and one of the barmaids went over and sat next to him. They obviously knew each other. She went to the bar and got a drink the keep had placed, then took it to him. After a couple of minutes she got up to dance.

Half way through her set (she was probably the best looking of the group but still she turned me off—I’d found what I really liked) two more men came in and sat with Booker. The three talked intently while watching the show.

When the girl came off the stage and headed through a door, Jenny stood up. “I’ll be right back. Enjoy the show.” She followed the woman through the door. It seemed that no one in the place noticed her.

I sat through two more sets, and another beer, before she came back. “Come on, let’s go.”

As we walked by she looked directly at Booker. He looked up and an expression of fear crossed his face. Jenny seemed to open her mouth and hiss at him.

We spent the rest of the evening walking around Lower Manhattan. Then, on the drive home, I was astonished when Jenny leaned over from her seat and started rubbing my cock.

“You get horny looking at those strippers?”

“Not really,” I said. “I’m afraid you’ve spoiled me now. They grossed me out.”

She worked at my zipper. “I’ve turned you into a pedophile?”

I looked down as she slipped her hand through my fly and pulled the elastic band of my briefs down.

“I guess so,” I said as she pulled my cock out.

It was hard to concentrate on driving as Jenny sucked my cock, but the distraction kept me from going off too. Finally, after at least 25 minutes of her licking and sucking, I pulled into the driveway. I kept my foot on the brake as I couldn’t reach the shift lever she was leaning across. I just leaned back and let it go. After a couple of minutes I pumped in her mouth, groaned and running my fingers through her hair as she swallowed.

She sat up and wiped her mouth—her eyes were orange. “That’s going to have to keep you for a few days,” she said. “I’m getting hungry enough, it wouldn’t be safe…”

“It wouldn’t be fair to you either,” I said as my cock shrunk in her hand.

She kissed me. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve never thought about it that way.” She opened the door and got out, leaving me sitting there with my dick in my hand.

“You won’t see me for a few days. I’ll be going out on my own. Charlie’ll tell you when I’ll need your help. That guy’s going to be pretty tough.”

Then she was gone.

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