Enigma by Christopher Burg A wealthy Bachelor takes a young hooker off the streets and gives her a good life. -=*=- Copyright 2003 by Christopher Burg. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form without explicit permission from the author. The author reserves exclusive rights to post this story on usenet. Permission is granted for you to make and keep one (1) electronic copy for your personal use as long as this notice is retained, unchanged, as a part of this document. No other archiving, commercial or otherwise, is permitted. Published with permission from the author by TYGER. -=*=- Charlie was something of a mystery. He didn't work. He was well educated. He lived in a very nice house and grounds at the edge of town and money seemed to be no problem. He was 54 and had never married. He had come close twice, but could never seem to go the distance. He often hung out with a friend that owned an Irish pub in town, but this day would be different. Charlie took no notice of the slightly seedy character that had sat down on the next bar stool. He was mostly just watching people go by on the sidewalk, outside the bar's big plate glass window in the front. It did not escape the attention of the nearby patron that Charlie watched the young girls rather closely. One group that went by contained a rather well built girl that was, maybe, 13 or so. Charlie locked onto her and watched as far as he could until they passed out of the window. The fellow next to him tapped him on the arm and said, "That was some pretty sharp young stuff, hey Bud?" Charlie turned, stared sternly into the stranger's face and said, "The name's not Bud and you can mind your own business asshole." "Hey, don't be so touchy man. I know how you feel. There's nothing like that sweet, unspoiled young stuff. I mean, what would you do if you got your hands on a well-developed 12 year old virgin anyway?" he threw back. Ordinarily, Charlie would not even talk to this type of character, but he looked off through the big window and said, "Eat her for lunch." "Hey look man, I deal in this sort of thing. What if I could come up with a well built, willing, 12 year old for you?" "How much?" Charlie asked. "Well, this one is going to be kind of tough. If I can arrange it, it will run a thousand," he said. "I have to see her first," Charlie said. "OK, meet me here tomorrow at 1 PM. If I can arrange it, she'll be with me." The following day, Charlie was at the bar and the pimp walked in just at 1 o'clock. "Follow me," he said. Charlie followed him out to his car in the alley and got in the passenger side. The pimp leaned over the seat and said, "Get up," into the back. A girl had been lying down, out of site. She did look about 12 and was quite beautiful. "Do you know what this is all about, sweetheart?" Charlie asked. "Yes," she answered, "sex. I told Mickey I had to see you first to see if I thought I could trust you to be kind and gentle. I think you are OK." "This has to be at my house," Charlie said, "and Mickey is not invited. He can have you back same time tomorrow." Mickey started to protest, but the girl told him it would be OK, so he calmed down. Charlie slipped Mickey an envelope with a thousand dollars in it, took her by the hand and led her to his car, around the corner, and they went off to his house. Along the way, she told him her name was Amanda. She was impressed with the place and spent a little time looking around. Charlie did not want to rush her so they had some supper and he served her wine with the meal to loosen her up a bit. After they had finished, he walked around to her and started caressing her shoulders and then kissing her on the neck. She seemed to like it, so he started working farther down the front, finally slipping his hand into her thin bra. Her boobs were fantastic. They were the size of small oranges, firm yet soft and standing straight out. They seemed a bit large for a 12 year old, but girls did seem to be maturing earlier these days. Her nipples firmed up and the aureoles pushed out. She was liking this. She scooted down a little in the chair and almost instinctively opened her legs. Charlie liked that, so he moved around to her front and knelt down between her lags, pulling them farther apart. He picked up her knee length skirt and folded it up on her waist. She was wearing thin cotton bikini panties, his favorite type. He rubbed her slit, up and down through the panties for a little bit and then reached up and pulled them down and off her. She had such a beautiful little pussy. The outer lips were puffy and rounded and fully enclosed her clit and inner lips. There was a bit of downy brown fluff on the mound at the top of her slit, but the lip areas were smooth and clean. He put his finger against the slit and rubbed up and down, entering slightly and locating her little clit, which was getting rather stiff. He was doing some of that himself. He rubbed the clit around and around and it got harder and he felt the wetness beginning in the slit. She moaned a bit and he knew this was going to be good. He put his face down to her pussy and gently lapped at the clit. She wiggled and moaned more. He ran his tongue all around the clit and up and down the slit, diddling around the cunt hole a bit and then back up. His dick was so hard he could have punched a hole in a cement block with it. After a bit of this she started to stiffen and groan and he felt the muscles around the cunt jerking against his tongue. He knew she was starting to cum. She bucked at him several times and as the third spasm retreated, he slipped his now soaking wet middle finger into her hole. She went wild, cumming very hard, but the thing that Charlie noticed most was that she was not a virgin. His finger was being held snuggly, in a tight place, but that place was not virginal. He straightened up and held her close to him until she calmed down. Finally she said, "Holy shit, is that what cumming is about?" "You mean you have never done it before?" he asked. "No, never," she replied. "Listen, Amanda, do you want to tell me the whole truth about yourself now?" Charlie asked. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, for starters, you are not a virgin and I really doubt you are 12." She started to protest, but saw the look on Charlie's face and realized she had been found out. "OK. I'm 14. I'm a runaway. Mickey's my pimp, but I haven't done it much yet. He promised to split this one with me because it was special and I could really use the hundred bucks, but I guess you will be tossing me out now, huh?" She rattled all this off without a breather and looked like she had lost her best friend. "That lying bastard," Charlie said. "Split, huh? I gave him a thousand." "What?" she shot back, "He told me he was getting two hundred." "Nice guy." Charlie said. "Tell me about 'Haven't done it much.'" She told him how she had run away from an orphanage, back East, after her family died in a car wreck and Mickey had taken her in. She had only had three Johns, so far and since she was so small, he had only allowed her to go with guys that had little dicks. She held up a thumb and finger indicating something like four inches or so. "Were they bigger around than my thumb?" Charlie asked sarcastically. "Not much," she answered. "You won't send me back will you?" she asked, almost begging. "What would happen if I did?" Charlie asked. "He would beat me and maybe break something," She said. "Are you serious?" "Yes," she said, "He broke one of the girl's arms when a John said she was no good. He can be really mean." "No. I won't send you back, Sugar. I like you very much. Let's go into the bedroom." Charlie started turning down the bed and Amanda started taking off all her clothes. Anticipating a virgin, he had picked up a tube of K-Y jelly earlier in the day, but he realized he would probably still need it with her since he measured nearly eight inches, fully erect and she had been rather snug on his finger. She crawled into the bed while Charlie stripped and then he got in too. She snuggled right up against him, more like she wanted to than like she had been paid. He put his arm around her and reveled in her warmth and little girl softness. He started getting hard immediately. He nibbled on her neck and then moved down to her beautiful tits where he licked and kissed and sucked in the nipples while his hand was down between her legs rubbing her little clit. As before, it got firm quickly and she got wet even quicker than before. This time, she knew what was coming. He slipped his middle finger into her cunt and stroked in and out until she was sloppy wet. Now was the time. He reached to the nightstand where he had put the K-Y and got a glob of it in his hand. He positioned himself between her legs just below her cunt and wiped the K-Y all over his rock hard dick. She had drawn up her knees, giving him good access to her. He brought his dick up close to her, rubbing around and a little bit into her cunt hole with his finger and then he put the head up against the hole. The tip of it lodged in her just enough to tell it was trying to enter something. He felt an excitement he had never experienced before. He had never been with a girl this young and the feeling was incredible. He moved his finger up and started rubbing her clit while putting a little more pressure on his dick. She moaned and wiggled around and suddenly the head slipped into her. She sucked in her breath, but did not seem to be in any pain. Charlie kept rubbing the clit and pushing in and his dick moved in little by little until about 5 inches was into her. Now he started pulling back and stroking in, beginning to actually fuck her tight little cunt. She tightened her grip around his neck and groaned, "Oh, I like that." He had to work hard at not just slamming in and exploding into her. Back and forth he stroked, keeping inward pressure on her until all but about a half inch was inside her. Now he began a leisurely, long stroke just trying to slowly drink in the fantastic feeling of being inside this hot, tight young girl. She moved to and from him, matching his rhythm. They were both in Heaven, but it could not last forever. She felt her little cunt muscles starting to pull up and tighten on his big dick and he felt the load starting to work up from his balls. Suddenly, it got serious and the strokes got shorter and faster and before he realized it, he had rammed the last of his dick into her and their pubic mounds were banging together. If it had hurt her, she gave no sign of it. They were wrapped around each other, slamming fiercely into each other and all their sex muscles were grabbing and pulsing. Her juices were flowing like never before and he was squirting hot loads of a size he didn't even know he could muster into her. His dick had filled her up so much that there was little room for the cum and most of it came oozing back around his shaft and dripping down his balls and the crack of her ass. A wet spot the size of a basketball had appeared on the sheets. When their seizures finally abated, he fell into her arms and she held on tight, not wanting him to pull out yet. When she was finally able to speak, Amanda said, "My God, I had no idea it could be like that. Nobody ever did that to me before." "That was definitely a new high for me too," Charlie said. After a while, his dick started to retreat and slipped out of her followed by a big glob of his cum which ran down her ass. They had to do a bit of cleanup. After they had cooled off and cleaned up the bed, Amanda asked Charlie if she really had to go back to Mickey tomorrow. "That was the deal," Charlie said. "Yes, but he has been lying to me about the money and he lied to you about me and he is really mean. I will have to start taking Johns of any age and several a day," she said, "I just don't think I can do that." "What would you like to do?" Charlie asked. "I would really like to stay here with you." "You mean live here without being paid?" "Yes. I like the way you treat me and the way you do that other thing. I just want out of that world and into this one," she said. Charlie thought about it for a while and considered that Mickey would never let her go without a battle. Something would have to be done about him. "Could you tell people you were my niece and go back to school here to finish high school?" he asked. "Yes, I would do that," she replied. "I can get papers made that are good enough to pass a court test, if necessary, assigning me as your guardian so I can handle all your legal situations. You would live here, then, as if you had come to me after the death of your family. We would have to work up a little story of all this in case some people get nosy and be sure you know it backwards and forwards. Can you handle that?" he asked. "Yes, I can," she answered, "but what will you do about Mickey?" "You don't want to know," Charlie said, "Mickey is just a scumbag. He'll be taken care of. We won't talk of him again." Early the next day Charlie went to his friend's bar. There was no business to speak of. "Fred. In the back?" he said to the owner. Fred threw his bar towel to the bartender and followed Charlie to the back room. "I need some equipment," Charlie said. Fred pulled a hidden knob and a section of wall opened up to reveal a weapons locker. Charlie reached in and pulled out an attache case. "I'll see you after while," he said as he left. Amanda had told Charlie where Mickey's apartment was, on the other side of town and he headed there. Stopping a street over from Mickey's, he climbed to the top of a nearby building. He was directly across from Mickey's. He opened the case and pulled out a rifle stock, then a barrel, inserting it into the stock and tightening up the attaching bolt. Then came a high-powered scope, a silencer and the chamber bolt. He checked his sight pattern on the door across the street, chambered a round and waited. About an hour later Mickey appeared with one of his whores. He was dragging her around and slapping her. This was enough to convince Charlie this was the right course. He sighted in on Mickey and waited. Mickey turned directly to face Charlie's building and Charlie squeezed. Mickey never heard the muffled phutt sound the bullet made leaving the barrel. Charlie knew that the expansion rate of the round would cause Mickey's heart to explode. He fell to the street like a rock. When he heard the girl scream, Mickey's second in command ran out to see what had happened. Charlie knew he would now have to contend with him taking over the business, so he dropped him too. Twenty minutes later he returned the case to the pub. Fred never asked, Charlie never told. Charlie knew the police would do little more than fill out forms on the deaths. They didn't get too excited about crooks knocking off crooks and that is what this would look like, besides he knew how to clean up his work area. As I said before, there was a lot that people didn't know about Charlie. He went home to get started on working his new "niece" into his life. On the way home, he made a phone call from a coin phone that would start the ball rolling on her new papers. He walked in the house and was greeted by Amanda, just past the door. "Well sugar, looks like you live here now. It's all been arranged." She jumped up on him and hugged him tightly. His adrenaline was still running high from the excitement downtown. He put his arms around her and held her tightly. He leaned down and put his lips on hers and gave her a deep soul kiss. In the middle of it he realized that this was the first time he had actually kissed her. She responded completely. Nothing had to be said, they just started moving toward the bedroom. She had changed the bed, but knew to put a towel across the place they would lie down. Clothes flew and they climbed into the bed and into each other's arms. He was all over her like a madman. It now occurred to him that this wondrous little sexpot was now his. He kissed his way down across her beautiful boobs, pausing to suck in the nipples for a bit, down her belly and finally into her gorgeous pussy. He ran his tongue up and down the slit and around her clit, but he knew neither of them could hold out long. He moved around between her legs and she drew up her knees. They had fucked once, but he felt it would be best to use the K-Y for a while, so he spread a blob of it all over his rigid dick. He put the head to her hole and it started slipping in, snuggly but easily. He kept gently pushing until it was about half in and then started stroking. Out, in deeper, out, in deeper, he kept going until it was steadily stroking all the way to her bottom. She was filled all the way up and he was embedded into Heaven. Faster and faster they stroked until they exploded together into another orgasmic frenzy. He wondered if they could keep up this kind of matched cumming for any length of time. In fact, they kept it together for most of their time. As time passed, they lived together like a man and wife. She got a college degree and opened a psychology practice. Charlie died peacefully at the age of 79. He just went to sleep on the couch in the den and never woke up. Amanda never regretted the 40 year difference in their ages, she loved him dearly. In fact, he had given her a thoroughly satisfying orgasm only two nights ago. All she regretted was losing him this soon.