Jean Fashta - Cash For Flesh

"I've always had a yen for them little 'Lolita' girls since way before that fellow wrote the book, but I never knew anyone else was like me until I read that book Lolita some years back. 'Course, I like 'em even younger than that, too," Hendricks snickered, "but I'll tell you all about it before I'm through.

"I've lived in Colorado most of my life. A man can really get in trouble in the states for monkeyin' around with a kid, so I was always real careful about it. As a matter of fact I never did get to do everything I wanted 'til later on in Mexico. Oh, twice I was able to feel a little girl up without her telling her folks. The first one was about eleven or so and the second one was thirteen. But all I got to do was get my hands in their panties for a few seconds and hug 'em a lot. And then one time when I was.working in Colorado Springs, I even made out a little I better than that. Then the little gal was only eight or nine. I managed to get her off by herself and take her panties down where nobody could see us. I gave her a good, long bit of fingerin' in her little hairless pussy and even talked her into jacking me off 'til I came right in front of.her. She thought it was great fun and wanted to do it again, but I was afraid to run the risk of meeting her a second time.

"It was in Mexico where I really made out though. I was working for a construction company in Colorado that got a contract to do some work down there. It just lasted a few weeks, but man, the trip I made down there changed my whole life. I go down there all the time now on vacation, and since I'm better off financially than I was when I made that first trip, I even stay for months at a time now.

"You go down south a long ways beyond Mexico City to the state they call Chiapas. That's the part of Mexico that sets right up against the Guatemalan border. In the area between Tuxtla Gutierrez and Tapachula there's a lot of Chiapas Indians. That's the place for some of the cutest little girls you'd ever expect to see. And the best part of it is you can do a hell of a lot more than look at 'em! See, a lot of the people that live in that part of Mexico are full-blood Indians rather than Mexicans. You know, Mexicans are a cross between the Spaniards that landed there looking for gold and the Indians they found when they got there. Today you won't find many full-blood Indians and where you do find them, they're usually very poor. The Mexicans haven't taken much better care of their Indians than we have of ours here in America, so they have a pretty rough time making ends meet. Most just do enough farming to keep them and their families alive and whenever they get a chance to get a little money-say from an American tourist-they take advantage of it. You get what I mean?

"Their women are pretty loose with pussy, but they have to live such a hard life that they look like hell by the time they're eighteen. You gotta get to 'em while they're still young. 'Course guys wouldn't even give 'em a second glance. Too young! But those of us that like 'em real young-and I know damn well there's other guys that do because I've met a few-well, man, it's just a fuckin' paradise, that's all!

"My first trip there, I was staying with a crew of ten men. Since most every Mexican town has its own whore house it didn't take the guys long to find one near us. Now me, I'll fuck a grown woman if I have to, but I like a youngster a thousand times better. The whore I got on my first trip was in her early twenties and pretty fair-looking, but she was much older than I prize. My favorite age is from about thirteen down to eight or so. Hell, man, they don't have to have titties for me to like 'em. To me there ain't anything much more exciting than a little girl who hasn't even grown pussy hair yet. On the other hand I go crazy over a girl of twelve or thirteen who's just raised the titties up on her chest and ain't sure what to do with them yet-Jesus, just the thought of it gives me a hard-on. Anyway, I asked this whore how old she was and she told me, and then after I paid her, she looked at me with a big grin and asked me if I liked girls younger than her.

"I wasn't sure how to take her question. You have to be careful about such things, you know, especially when you're in unfamiliar country. But when I told her the truth, she told me she could put me in touch with some younger girls. I was a little leery of her, but the thought of getting into the panties of some real young snatch was too much for me. She wanted only twelve pesos to do it. Hell, that's a little less than a dollar in American money, so I figured, what have I got to lose?

"I paid her and she told me to meet her the next night and she'd take me to where the chamecas were. She explained that chameca is the Mexican word for young girl and that she was a Chiapas Indian herself. She told me she'd played around with guys when she was only ten or eleven, so she knew that some guys go for kids that age. She was willing to take me to her Indian village for the pimp's fee of twelve pesos. To her it was like free money if she didn't have to fuck for it. Another good thing was that I didn't have to worry about her blabbin' about it to anyone because she would have gotten in trouble herself with the girls she worked with for taking away their business. I think she also suspected I'd be pleased enough to give her a nice tip, but she didn't say.

"I met her and she took me to the village, but she said I shouldn't go there at night without them.knowing me first. She was just showing me where it was, she told me, so I could go there the next day by myself. That didn't sound too good to me, but she claimed there'd be no trouble whatsoever. She said the mothers and even the fathers would 'look the other way' at their young daughters letting an older guy play around with them as long as he paid for it. And that's the real laugh-I later found out that I could have a young girl suck me off for only one peso! That's just five cents American money! And for ten dollars American money they'll actually sell you a little girl as a slave. You can take her wherever you want to with you. Of course it's almost impossible to get one back across the border with you because of the immigration people, but the fact remains that they'll sell you a girl outright if you want to buy her.

"The whore did as she promised, and the next day I went to a spot near the village and prepared to do as the whore had told me. She claimed I could get all the little girls I wanted at a very low price if I did as she outlined, so I listened close and the next day I did just as she'd told me to do.

"I went to a spot about a half mile from the village where the little girls usually went to play. Strangely enough, the boys and girls of the Chiapas tribe generally keep to themselves 'til well after puberty and longer, so I didn't have to worry about any little boys being around to gum up the works. Sure as shit, man, it was just like the whore had said it would be. About an hour after I got there I saw three young girls coming down a dirt trail out of the hills. As soon as I caught sight of them, I felt my heart race. All three were cute as a bug's ear. The oldest one was about twelve, I guess. I could see the titties had just started to grow on her chest enough to barely make an impression through the cheap cloth dress she wore, and her long legs made her the tallest of the three. The other two appeared to be about the same age, ten maybe. I couldn't see the slightest trace of titties on them, and they both had the same kind of dress, so I'd have been able to spy some titty development if they'd been old enough to have any.

"The trail they were coming down was pretty steep, so I got a pretty good look up their skirts as they ambled on down toward the grove of cactus where I was standing. A stray gust of wind lifted the skirt of the tallest one high for a split second, but during the short time that I was able to see up it, I felt my cock getting hard. The little darling wasn't wearing a sign of any panties. Not a damn thing covered the soft junction where her brown little legs met, so for that split second I caught sight of a fine little scraggly muff of curly black hairs. I couldn't wait to touch that young bitch's round little ass that was hiding underneath her skirt. As for the other two, their black flashing eyes and their clean limbed, thin figures made me ready and willing to tongue their pussies as soon as they'd let me get my head up their skirts.