From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Tales from the Caribbean - Jenine   
   Pedo, hetero, consensual   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
     The Story:   
      
      
      
       Tales from the Caribbean - Jenine   
      
       "I can't," I told her.  "It's against the law."   
      
       "Why?" She asked, clearly upset.   
      
       "Because," I began, "you are simply, too young."   
      
       "I'm nine," she interrupted.  "My friend has been doing it since last   
   year.  She was only eight then."   
      
       "Well, when I mean you are too young, I don't mean physically.  You can   
   do it, even that young, if you are careful, so long as you enjoy it and   
   it's what you want to do.  I mean that it's the law that says you are too   
   young and that's that," I told her with finality.   
      
       "How can it be against the law if I'm not too young, physically?" She   
   was persistent this pretty little girl.   
      
       "Because," I continued trying not to show any impatience with her, "the   
   law says an old man like me shouldn't be allowed to.  It's like it's   
   against the law for me to steal from someone." I added hoping to make the   
   comparison a simple explanation for her.   
      
       "Oh, I see," she sighed in an apparent deflation of her resolve.  She   
   paused to consider the point before suddenly looking up at me and   
   continuing her argument.  "But what if the person they say you are stealing   
   from, has asked you to take it?  That can't be wrong then can it?  You   
   can't steal from someone who has begged you to take whatever it is." She   
   was a bright child, Jenine.   
      
       For a moment she had me.  I had to think over the comparison I'd   
   introduced.  I played for time as I developed my argument by throwing my   
   arms into the air, pacing around the room a couple of circuits, stopping,   
   looking down at this pretty diminutive child and then striding around once   
   more.   
      
       I had known Jenine for five years, ever since I had moved into the   
   neighbourhood, and we often played together and her divorced mother   
   frequently asked me to baby-sit for her, but she had never before given   
   signs that she was going to throw me into this sort of dilemma.   
      
       "Jenine, the trouble is that, although you are right - you cannot be   
   stealing from someone who asks you to take whatever it is -, the law says   
   it is wrong when that someone is under sixteen.  They think that you don't   
   understand the importance of what is being taken.  It's like you saying I   
   could have your mother's best, er," I couldn't think of anything.   
      
       "Dish," Jenine offered.   
      
       "Okay, dish.  It wouldn't be right for a little girl to offer it as she   
   doesn't appreciate its value."   
      
       "But that's hers.  My virginity is mine.  Surely I can ask you to take   
   my virginity.  Mum can't ask you to take it.  That wouldn't be fair." Oh   
   boy, I thought, this girl is something else.   
      
       "It's the law," I cried, exasperated, throwing my arms skyward again.   
   "If they found out - I'm dead meat."   
      
       "They won't find out.  There's only you and me.  Mum's away for the   
   weekend.  You live alone in this house.  I'm here, with you looking after   
   me, and you can take my virginity without anyone knowing about it.   
   Please," she begged yet again and thrust her arms downward in the opposite   
   direction to mine.   
      
       "Someone will know!  Look, you want me to fuck you - you know that's   
   what you are asking me to do, right?" She nodded.  "- just so that you can   
   tell your friends at school." That, I suspected, was the bottom line.   
      
       I guess it must have started with something at school.  Perhaps her   
   older friends were comparing screws they'd enjoyed, or were swapping   
   stories about the pricks they'd had in their hands.  Whatever, Jenine, ever   
   since this morning when she had come knocking at my door, had been asking   
   me to fuck her.  Not in so many words to begin with, but gradually becoming   
   more and more direct about it.   
      
       "Sure I'll tell them, but I won't ever let on who I fucked with - not to   
   any of them.  And if any grown up heard about it from my friends, I would   
   just deny it and say that I was only boasting to them.  I'd deny ever   
   having fucked anyone." The trouble with single kids with single parents is   
   that they can grow up too fast.  Maturity is not a problem for them, just   
   for us.   
      
       "And how would you explain the loss of your virginity?"   
      
       "What, my hymen?" she said, showing off her knowledge.  "I could have   
   popped that anytime.  You don't have to fuck to bust that." She had answers   
   for everything and I was beginning to think that I would have to fuck her   
   after all.   
      
       "And if you get pregnant?"   
      
       "Don't try that," she said with a big grin on her face.  "You told Mum a   
   long time ago that as your kids were all grown up, you'd had a vasectomy   
   because you didn't want any more.  Remember?" She was proud with her   
   apparent victory over me, and folded her arms resolutely and with finality.   
      
       "How come your Mum told you that?" I tried to sound cross, and to   
   counteract her gesture, put my hands on my hips.   
      
       "Because I told her that I wanted a baby brother.  I thought she could   
   get one with you but she only laughed at me.  I cried, but then she told me   
   why it couldn't happen - however much you two made love." It was comforting   
   to hear her talk of making love rather than fucking for I liked to think   
   that my relationship with this little girl's mother meant a little more   
   than a straight fuck.  "Anyway, we learnt all about that stuff at school   
   when we covered, er, in fatality," she added.   
      
       "Infertility," I corrected automatically.   
      
       I needed time to rethink what was going on here.  I still had misgivings   
   about fucking this little girl.  Sure, she was beautiful: a pair of budding   
   little nipples - no breasts as such -; dark brown skin like most girls in   
   the Caribbean; long, long black hair, ideal for wrapping around my prick;   
   perfect pert ass; long shapely legs - for one so young - which rose   
   majestically to what must have been a soft smooth hairless tight cunt.   
   Yeah I wanted to fuck her.   
      
       "Okay.  Let me get this straight, you want to lose your virginity and,   
   for reasons that you haven't explained to me, you want me to take it,   
   right?" She nodded, her face now full of concentration as she realised she   
   had won and was now going through the terms of surrender.  "And if I   
   refuse, what then?  You'll find someone else?"   
      
       "Sure."   
      
       "Who?"   
      
       "Anyone.  I'm sure it won't be difficult to find someone.  I've been   
   told I'm pretty," she said with natural confidence and without any boastful   
   pride.   
      
       She was right and she knew it.  It wouldn't be difficult to find some   
   clumsy schoolboy who fancied himself as a stud, or an evil, middle-aged   
   pervert only too willing to prey on her innocent vulnerability.  And, of   
   course, as she said, she was pretty.  Well, that was over-modest of her -   
      
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