And from "Charlie and the Chocolate Tunnel ..."
Charlie went skipping down the street with not a care in the world. He was skipping home to grandad, who was at that moment cooking Charlie's favourite: fried eggs and beans.

Suddenly he was accosted by a prostitute wearing satin hot pants and a too tight bustier that revealed ever line of her bosom. Charlie gulped: he had never met a prostitute before, and this one looked as hot as a jalapeno gusset.

"Hey there little boy," said the Pro. "Wanna do me up the ass?"

"Are you American? Grandad says I'm not to speak to you because you'll invade my country and impose your culture and politics on us."

"Too late, honey. Here, let me see your package .."

And the lady reached down to cup Charlie's nascent member. He hadn't ever been touched like that by a woman (or by a man younger than grandad) and he felt the lightning stike of an erection growing in his loins for the very first time. Suuddenly, the woman's satin-sheathed hips and subtle camel toe got his little scrotum twitching with an unknown excitement.

"How much?" he asked with a gruff voice.

"For you, babe, I think I'll do it for free. Your little tool ain't gonna do me no harm." And she dragged him into the alleyway, where she dropped her pants and brandished her brass knot at his goggling young eyes. Fortunately, he had a tube of KY in his pocket, having mistakenly bought it as toothpaste earlier that morning.

With an unconscious and almost atavistic knowledge, he slicked up his pinkly stiffness and homed in on the welcoming tightness of the woman's anus. How delightful it felt as he slid slowly into the hot, earthy depths! How heavenly the sensation as he pumped at it with pre-teen fury, a breast in each palm and her cheap perfume filling his nostrils. When he came, it was with a bestial roar that marked his early transition into manhood.

"Congratulations!" said the street-walker. "You've won a golden ticket to spend a week in Amsterdam getting blown by Eva Typhon, the world BJ champion!"

"What's a BJ?" asked the confused and somewhat out-of-breath youngster.

"Honey, you've got a lot to learn, she said as she took his still turgid weapon deep in her throat.
(frankspencer, Mon 15 Jan 2007, 21:18, Reply)