Chapter 6

I woke up in the middle of the night, rattled not because of the storm still raging outside, but from a nightmare of being discovered and arrested for sexually abusing a minor. And yet there I was lying in contempt. My cock was rigid and aching, my balls felt like they were swollen twice their actual size, and the pressure within was building to Vesuvian magnitude.

In those days, even though Brazilian law no longer recognized the seduction of fourteen-year-olds as a crime, I was worried about being shamed and ostracized by her family as a tarado, a pervert. And the damage it would do to my marriage.

I also contemplated the consequences of pedophilia and the terrible, devastating impact it has on its innocent victims, who suffer long after whatever abuses are perpetrated on them. Concerns about getting her pregnant were suddenly interrupted as I felt the bed shake. It was Menina. Even though it was dark, I tried to cover my shameful pole, but it was too late.

“Can’t sleep either?” I asked her, keeping my voice to a whisper, afraid of being overheard.

She lifted my arm and lay her head on my chest. It was then that I realized she was naked like a primitive. Her skin was silky soft and sleek, not clammy, and my hand automatically landed on her smooth rump. I thought my balls were going to erupt at any moment.

“Tio...?”

“Mmm...” I grunted from the affliction in my balls.

“Can I sleep with you?” She asked even though she had already taken possession of me.

“All right...” I patted her delicious behind. “Close your eyes.”

I felt a warm sensation rippling from my head to my toes and in between, knowing that she trusted me enough to fall asleep next to me. Both of us stark naked.

I stayed wide awake for a while as a jumble of thoughts bounced around in my head. They led me to one conclusion that girls weren’t any different now than they were when I was fourteen, and probably the same for ages. They may not know it at the beginning of puberty how the sublime beauty of their young, blossoming bodies can stir sexual hunger in themselves and in those who carry a heavy load between their legs. Eventually, they need a virile cock to kindle the spark of sexual awakening that glows inside their pussies and achieve their full sexual potential. I wondered if fate had entrusted me to drive my cock inside her and fulfill her being.

I eventually fell into a deep sleep, with dreams of naked Yanomami girls wearing nothing but narrow grass waistbands and carrying white-face Capuchin monkeys on their shoulders. They were having fun painting one another with red and black dyes when I intruded on their small, secluded malorca made of palm leaves and built specifically for virgin girls before the mating ritual. Like all the other dreams, this one faded when I woke up. But I distinctly remember the pleasurable moments when all the virgins surrounded me, giggling, ripping off my clothes, touching and fondling me in all the right places, saying repeatedly, “beshi, beshi.”

The persistent, ear-piercing chorus of cicadas woke me up, forecasting another hot, humid day, despite the storm. Curled up beside me was Menina with her back to me.__ It made me feel a little guilty enjoying the view of her cute butt, wondering whether she would remain that way, walking around the house completely starkers. Just feeling her next to me and catching her scent gave me a raging erection.

I wanted to stay in bed feasting my eyes, but realized, begrudgingly, the necessity to get up to take advantage of the cooler temperatures. Moreover, it was Thursday, the busiest day of the week at the fish market by the great river that skirted past the city. I had my heart set on a pacú, a large freshwater fish closely related to piranhas.