Jean Fashta - Cash For Flesh

"Sure," he remarked to me without the slightest recrimination, "I know the books call a guy like me a 'pedophile.' So what? Names don't mean much. I think there ought to be a special name for me different from that, though, because they'd give that name to a guy even if the girls he liked were in their middle or maybe even late teens-especially if he was old enough to make a twenty- or thirty-year difference in their ages.

"But I like them even younger. I mean a chick fifteen or sixteen is great fucking, I agree, but my limits go a lot lower than that. Man, you can get them any age you want in Cairo. I've had them as young as six. Not for fucking. A kid that young just isn't physically big enough to take a penis into her pussy. But believe you me, there's plenty that can be done with a little six-year-old. I guess you could say my favorite age would be a lot older than six, but I sure will take one that young if she's all I can get. I've done it plenty of times, too. But what you want to know about is the slave thing, right? The way a guy with a little extra money and the right connections can buy himself a little honeyfuck? Well, there are plenty of places around Cairo where you can do just that with no trouble at all. I always call them little 'honeyfucks' because I used to call them that in the states. I'm only in my twenties you know, but I've had me more young ass in my lifetime than you can shake a stick at.

'I'll tell you one thing, it's a hell of a lot easier in Cairo than back in the states. In fact I once damn near got caught at it when I was living in Chicago. I'd been playing around with this little neighbor of my aunt's who was just twelve. I could tell by the way she acted that she liked me. I was twenty-one then and I'd had chicks her age before, but I had a suspicion she was cherry. She acted real shy about it, but I had experience enough to know she was just dying for me to do something nasty to her.

"She was always hanging around, 'accidentally' showing me her little ass when she bent over, or 'accidentally' bending down where I could see inside the front of her blouse. She was so proud of those little knockers she'd just started growing that she didn't know what to do with herself. One day I could tell she'd stuffed some kind of crap in her top to make it look like her new knockers were bigger. Shit, if she'd only known it, I was crazy about them just the size they were, but I guess it's natural for most girls to think that men like it best of all when they're grapefruit size. This twelve-year-old was no exception.

"I made sure one day we were in a place where nobody could see us and I made my move. At first I was just joking around with her, tickling her and messing her up and everything. But pretty soon I had my hands brushing past her crotch and titties, and she wasn't making the slightest protest. In no time at all I had her standing between my legs getting hot as a little firecracker while I worked on her pussy through her dress, under her dress, through just her thin panties, and finally, inside-against her naked pussy. I gave her such a hand job, I had her sweating and twitching something fierce. When I put my other hand under her blouse and started rubbing her titties, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'I been hoping you'd be nasty with me like this. I think about it all the time when I'm home in bed by myself."

"Shit, man, when I heard that, I about went out of my skull. The thought of that little twelve-year-old lying under her covers at night thinking about me doing stuff to her made me hot as hell. I asked her if she ever played with herself, and she did. I asked if she'd ever made herself come, and she giggled real bashful-like and said, 'Sure, I've been able to do that for almost a year. But I'd rather have you make me do it."

"That did it. I finger fucked her right then until she started making little noises in her throat, and in a few minutes she got her cookies. After that it was easy. Two or three times a week I'd finger fuck her and get her to come. Eventually I got her to where she'd jack me off, too. She loved it when I shot off in front of her. Since she was plenty big for her age, I began wanting to fuck her-to have my cock in that sweet pussy instead of just my hand. I asked her if she had started to bleed yet, and she said no, so I knew it was going to be possible for me to get a little from her. There was something funny about the way she answered me, though. It was like she'd never even heard of a girl menstruating before. I didn't pay it much attention at the time, but I sure did later. Turned out her parents had never told her one damn thing about nothing!

"When she said she'd never bled, I figured it was safe to fuck her without a rubber because I knew she couldn't get pregnant unless she had started having her period. When I finally did it to her, it was great for a while. I took her out behind the house and had her strip off all her clothes for me. I can still remember her light blond hair and the few little blond hairs that had started growing around her pussy, and those two little titties no bigger than the end of a man's thumb. I got her real hot as usual, but when I finally pushed my cock in and broke the cherry, the shit hit the fan. The bleeding scared her real bad. She didn't know what it was and got kind of hysterical. Before it was over-to make a long story short-she ran home bleeding and her parents found out. I had to leave there fast to keep from getting in bad trouble, and my aunt doesn't know where I am to this day."

Kendall looked relieved as he finished and wiped his arm across his forehead as if remembering how close he had come to "getting into bad trouble." Then he seemed to realize that he had strayed a long way from his original conversation and he went on.

"But it's the young slave girls in Cairo you're interested in me telling you about, isn't it? Not some little girl who had hot pants back in Chicago!" he exclaimed.

"There's a world of difference here, that's for sure. Let me tell you about how I got my first honeyfuck in Cairo. It was easy as falling off a log. See, some sections of the city are known to be for queers, some for regular women whores, some for whip freaks, and so on. All I had to do after I'd learned the ropes was to go over to the part of town where the little ones are. As soon as I'd gone a few blocks I knew I had come to the right place. For one thing, there wasn't a gay guy or a woman prosty in sight and that's pretty unusual in itself around Cairo. But besides that, I began noticing that there was a much larger number of young girls on the streets. And I'd see them looking out the windows making eyes at me, even. Girls all the way from sixteen or seventeen on down to little brats not much taller than my knee! I later found out that when they got to be that age they left the area and went over on the west side of town where most of the regular whores did their thing..

"I don't think I'd been walking the streets more than fifteen minutes when this old geezer hissed to me and motioned for me to step around the corner with him. He pulled out a handful of dirty pictures like I'd never seen before. All were girls and all were young. There wasn't a one in the bunch over seventeen and a lot of them were so young they didn't even look like they were old enough to know what to do with their own pussies, much less a man's cock. The old geezer saw I was grooving on the pictures. Then he named a price and pushed one of them in my face. The price was so low, I first thought he was just trying to sell me the pictures themselves. But that wasn't it at all-he was pimping the girls themselves! I paid him at once and took from his hand the dirty piece of newspaper that he'd written on. Instead of an address, he had drawn a rough map to make it easier for me to find the house. The route took me deeper into the Arab section of the city where I passed three Arabian musicians playing a viola, derbouka, and gimbri on a street corner. The houses reminded me of rabbit warrens because they were close together and crowded. I began to see a few figures moving in the darkness of the dank insides of the houses and soon I noticed girls peeping out at me from the windows. Some were so bold, I was sure I could have got what I wanted without the map the old man had given me.