He is my Man, and I am his Little Girl
Jimmy was true to his word – he made it a proper day out for us, drove me up to Fort William and we spent about an hour in the swimming pool, where he fucked me twice in the deep end, while he was
treading water and anyone watching, though I didn't notice anyone, would have just seen us chatting, and inbetween we swam a bit and he spoke to some of the mums who all recognized him and he promised to give them autographs later, which he did when we met up with them in the cafeteria. Oh it was magic! Then he took me to a swanky restaurant for lunch and then we did a bit of sight-seeing, We even took the cable-car up Ben Nevis. It was cold up there, but we had a look around the gift shop and he bought me some souvenirs and we had coffees and he signed some mre autographs. I noticed acouple of girls giving him the eye – I bet they would have given him a blow-jobs just so they could brag to their pals about it. I did wonder if he might have copped off with them if I wasn't there, but I was and he didn't. They looked daggers at me but I just gave them the fingers as we walked past them to the cable-car. We had it to ourselves for the journey down, so I went down and sucked him off, while he held my head steady and fucked my mouth hard and came right down my throat. He really was a randy old sod and I absolutely loved him for it. It was great being his girl.
     Back at the cottage he found he'd received a phone message from Martin. Saying he was coming up and could stay for a couple of nights. That got Jimmy in high spirits. And I knew why – he liked fucking me, but he liked fucking me with someone else even more. And his mood was infectious, so I was pretty high and had a couple of Voddies inside me when we saw Martin's car drive in. He gave me a big hug and a deep snog assoon as he came in the door, then he and Jimmy hugged like the two mates they were. And then they spit-roasted me, twice, cos each one took a turn at my mouth and them my See You Next Tuesday. And both times they worked it so that they came at the same time and high fived above me, God, I was knackered after that, but that wasn't the end of it. We had a bit to eat and the two of them caught up on some news about friends of theirs – other folk in their Ring of Gold as they called it. I'd heard them talk about it before, but I never paid much attention to it, though by this time I probably knew the names of all the members just from their chat. And I'd already been fucked by quite a lot of them.
     Martin said he was negotiating to buy some Tower in the Borders for the Ring and he'd set up a Holding Company, whatever that was, with himself as the Chief Executive and all the members of The Ring as the Board. It would be a special place with each member having a key and guaranteed to give them privacy if they wanted to bring any young friends down for the weekend or for a party. Now I wasn't born yesterday and I knew what kind of parties they liked: forget cake and balloons, they liked hard shagging and young girls and boys.
     Jimmy told Martin about the incident the previous day when that record was played on Radio 1 and he said he was still angry about it. He seemed to notice me looking a bit puzzled, which was just because I liked the tune to dance to, and Martin explained that The Law was, what he called, an Ass, and explained that didn't mean a Bum, but just stupid. He said that over the past century or so, the Age of Consent which meant the age when it was okay to fuck girls, had been going up by a year or so at a time and was now 16, which was the age when you could get married. He said that there was a group of men who felt true and genuine love for young girls and they were called Paedophiles, because that was the Latin name for Loving Children. There was an organisation called the Paedophile Information Exchange, or PIE for short, which I thought was funny and cool, and it was
just a loose group which exchanged information and pictures and stuff and tried to educate the public and, more importantly, politicians, about the reality which, he said, was that girls younger than 16 ar quite able to say whether or not they want to be fucked, and he asked me if I felt I was old enough – and I said “of course I am, and I love it!” which I could see got his cock pretty erect inside his shorts. And he said that it was ok, because I was 13 and asked if I thought younger girls should have the right to
say yes or no for themselves, and I had a think about that. “I think a girl of ten or eleven should, and maybe nine, but I don't know about younger.” And Jimmy said: would it make a difference if it was their dad, or an uncle, and I thought about that and said, “yeah, that would be okay, because they know them – I spect it's different with a stranger,” and Jimmy poured me another drink and said I was pretty smart, and then Martin said; “a stranger is just someone who hasn't fucked you yet,” which I thought was brilliant and so true cos once he's fucked you, how can he be a stranger? I always knew Martin was a famous lawyer, but this was the first time I understood why he was so famous. He always knew how to put things that you just couldn't argue against.