Sandra

by Varangian

Sandra was ten going on eleven when I moved into the shabby trailer park on the edge of a small industrial city.  She lived across the court with her mother, whom I soon learned was an amateur whore and a drug addict.

The little kid stood chest high to me then and weighed no more than eighty pounds.  She had light brown hair that her mother probably cut to avoid the expense of a salon.  It was short, almost like a boy’s.  Her pretty oval face had delicate features.  Her eyes were capable of opening wide in wonder.  She was a delightfully animated girl, and I fell in love with her at once.

“Where do you work?” she asked me that first day.

“I don’t have a job,” I replied, “but I’m looking for one.”

Actually I was a thirty two year old embezzler who had absconded with six hundred thousand dollars.  I kept the money in shoe boxes.  I thought that living poor was a good disguise, and I had become acquainted with an underworld that furnished me with false ID.

This sounds foolish, I know.  With that much money I could have moved off shore to some country where living costs were low.  I could have bought a villa and employed servants. But I wanted to remain near home, near the Great Lakes.

Over the next six months I watched Sandra grow ever taller and more filled out.  And during the following year she entered a growth spurt.  She grew small breasts and developed graceful legs that I ogled shamelessly.  At twelve she stood less than a head shorter than I, and I thought her a sexually desirable beauty.  I looked forward to our daily chats.

She was having trouble at home.  It pained me to see her so morose.

“Mom is always sick,” she told me, “and her boyfriends bother me.”

“Do they try to touch you?” I asked.

“Yeah, all the time.  Last night Mom hit me when I wouldn’t let a guy do what he wanted with me.”

I was appalled, of course, but I was in no position to complain to the police.

“You can hide with me, if things get too bad at times,” I told her.

“Thanks, Jeff.  You’re a nice guy.”

A week later she pounded on my door.  She was in tears.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Mom’s new boyfriend got drunk and poked me in my privates.  He hurt me.”

“He raped you?”

“He used his fingers.  I bled.”

I wanted to go over and kill the bastard, but of course I could not.  Instead, the girl stayed with me that night.

She shared my bed, because I only had one.  She slept in shirt and panties.  I stayed up after she went to bed, drinking perhaps too much, pondering the situation.  I frequently went to look at her.  She had tangled the sheets.  She slept on her side with thumb in mouth, well fleshed young legs bent.  Her legs were stunning, I thought, especially the soft, inviting thighs.  I wanted to touch her and more, to kiss and lick her body.  But I restrained myself and just whacked off while gazing at her beauty.

* * *

I awoke the next morning with Sandra curled to me from behind.  I was startled until I remembered the situation.  I rolled over, waking her.

“Hi, Jeff,” she said in her high pitched, little girl voice.

I urgently wanted to kiss her young, pretty face, but morning bad breath and caution overruled my desire.  I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.  I was clad just in boxer shorts and my cock was hard.  I doubted that a piss would soften it, because the sight of Sandra’s white panties that pulled in at her crack and her luscious upper thighs were too arousing.  I rose and went into the bathroom where I pissed and whacked off again.

“What are you going to do?” I asked her as I pulled on my trousers.

Her shirt was half unbuttoned and I could see the soft swell of a pubescent tit.

“Maybe I should go talk with your mother,” I said.

“I’d like to stay with you, Jeff.  That would be so much nicer.”

An idea then popped into my head, one made possible by illegality all around.

“I’ll be right back,” I told her and left the trailer still buttoning my shirt.

I went across the court to Sandra’s trailer and banged on the door.  After a wait the girl’s mother appeared to stare at me with a flushed, blowzy face.

“What do you want?” she asked in a raspy voice.

“It’s about Sandra,” I said.

“Do you have her?”

“She stayed with me last night after she ran away.  You’re friend evidently raped her with his fingers.”

“Hah!  It’s about time she earned her keep.”

“How much do you want for her?” I asked.

“You want to buy the kid?”

The unattractive, over-weight woman squinted at me in calculation.

“Yes.  How much do you want?”

“She’s my precious baby, you know.”

“How much?”

“Five thousand dollars.”

I hesitated to agree, because had I done so too quickly she would have upped the price.

“I’ll have to check if I can raise that much,” I said.  “I’ll be back in an hour.”

I returned to my rented trailer intending to pack the car with my stuff and get ready to leave.

“You said you wanted to live with me,” I said to the girl, who gazed up at me so innocently.

“Yeah, Jeff,” she responded, a flicker of hope brightening her pretty, young face.

“You’ll be my girl.  Do you understand?”

She nodded without hesitation.

Together we packed the car.  I handled the shoe boxes, from one of which I extracted five thousand dollars.  Then I went back across the court and banged on the door of Sandra’s mother.

“Did you come up short, fella?” she sneered.

I handed her a packet of fifty one hundred dollar bills.  She counted them carefully.

“It’s all here,” she said and seemed about to say more.

I quickly turned and left.  Sandra was already in the car.  We drove off at once.

“I have to stop and get some papers, Sandra.  You’re going to be my daughter.  Then we’ll find a nice place to live.”

She reached over to pet the back of my head.  I grinned at her and she responded in kind.

We waited for a couple of hours at Garcia’s place until the forged documents were ready.  They included a birth certificate that named me as Sandra’s father and a transcript from her school.  Then we set off for the Lake Michigan shore south of Traverse City where we would begin a new life.

“Are we going to have sex?” she asked as I roared down the on-ramp.

I did not answer.

* * *

Sandra was affectionate.  She cuddled to me frequently and kissed my cheek.  But I thought that she was playing a defensive game, seeking to ward off greater intimacy.  She had her own room in our new house in the country north of Bear Lake.  Although I lusted for her, I refused to be assertive.  For the next two weeks we were like boxers circling.

Then she had her first period.  She avoided telling me about it, but after a day it became obvious.  She was a mess.  I went to a drug store and bought some Tampons.  Upon returning home I handed them to her, telling her that she should read the instructions and do what was necessary.

“I suppose I could get knocked up now,” she said, averting her face.

“Yes, but you’d need a guy to help.”

“I could use the pill.”

What was she thinking? I wondered.  She leaned against me so seductively.

“Do you want me to get the pills?” I asked in a hushed voice.

She nodded.

Still, I was not certain that she had invited me to have sex with her.  She was just a confused kid.  I got a forged prescription for the pills, and a couple of days later handed them to her.

Another week passed.  My lust for her had me climbing the walls.  I was whacking off twice a day.  I had bought the child but I did not own her.

I went into her room one morning to waken her for breakfast.  A leg extended from beneath the sheet.  I could see it all from toes to the edge of her panties.  The shapely calf had a light down.  The thigh flared more dramatically.  It was well fleshed and obviously soft.  She slept with thumb lightly in mouth.  Such an adorable child, I thought, but so sexy.

I sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her thigh, fingers resting high up on its inner softness.  She woke, turned her head and smiled at me.

“Hi, Jeff,” she said.

I leaned down and kissed her like an adult.

“I want you,” I said against her lips.

“I know,” she responded in her little girl voice.

My fingers found her panty clad groin.  I didn’t know how she would respond, but I was desperate.

“Higher,” she said, surprising me.

Gazing down at the young beauty I masturbated her to orgasm.  The climax was not  remarkable, just a spasm that shook her slight frame and ten seconds or so of mewling groans.  But it was a beginning.

“I liked that, Jeff,” she said after regaining composure.

My eyes dwelt on her pretty, childish face, so innocent despite the rape by a stranger and the orgasm I had just delivered.  I was conflicted.  I truly loved the girl and wanted to protect her from the world, but my lust for her girlish body was unbounded.

“I don’t want you to be angry at me,” I said, placing a palm over an immature tit.

“I love you, Jeff, but you make me afraid.”

“Afraid?  How so?”

“I don’t know.  You look at me funny.”

“I want to have sex with you.  That explains my expression.”

“Then why don’t you do it?  I’ll be quiet and won’t complain.”

“But darling, I love you too, more than you can possibly know.  I can’t take advantage of you.”

She looked up at me with a very confused look on her delicate face.

“Sex can be nasty,” she said.

“Was it nasty when I rubbed you to pleasure just now?”

“Was that sex?” she asked in total innocence.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed to embrace the child.  We would start from the beginning.  She returned my kiss eagerly and even ventured her tongue out to meet mine.  She did not object when I slipped a hand under her shirt to fondle a pubescent tit.

“Why did you ask for birth control pills?” I questioned her in a soft voice.

“Because you might get drunk some night and knock me up.”

“Do you think I’m like that?”

“Guys are.”

“Darling!  I’m not like the guys you’ve encountered.  I would never harm you.

“The guy who pushed his fingers into me said it wouldn’t hurt, but it did.”

I kissed her neck not knowing how I could gain her confidence after god knows what horrors she had experienced.

“We’ll sleep together tonight, darling,” I whispered against her ear.  “I’ll protect you from all demons.”

* * *

The day seemed to last forever as I waited for my darling to return from school.  We went to bed shortly after supper, even though it was still light outside.  She relaxed and fell asleep.  I stayed awake for hours protecting her from demons, the most fearsome being myself.

I had touched her intimately and she had responded with an orgasm, but I feared doing it again.  The kid had known only exploitative persons, people not like me.  I desired her profoundly but I just kissed the back of her neck as she slept.  No.  I stroked her soft, young thigh and felt guilty about it  I had to engage her as a lover.

“I want to buy you new clothes, darling,” I told her the next morning at the breakfast table.

She smiled, but it was obvious that she was in search of more than new duds.

“How long will I live with you, Jeff?” she asked

The question rattled me, because she implied that at some point I would discard her.

“Forever, darling, forever.”

“That’s a long time,” she said, not believing me.

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine.  I stared into her girlish face.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you, Sandra.  I can’t think straight.  Tell me what to do.”

She raised her other hand and caressed my forearm, stroking it while looking at me in a curious fashion that I could not interpret.

She giggled childishly.  “I can’t tell you what to do, Jeff.”

I was so frustrated!  I decided on a much cruder approach.  I rose from the table.

“Let’s go back to bed, darling,” I said.  “I really need you.  Maybe afterwards . . .”

I left the words hanging, because I didn’t know how to finish them.  She obediently accompanied me to my bedroom.  I realized that she would let me do whatever I wanted with her, but what I most desired — loving trust — she withheld.

I undressed the girl and relished her nakedness like a pervert.  Her shoulders were narrow and she possessed no hips.  Small, pale breasts poked from her chest.  Hairs curled at the immature pussy lips from which a clit hood protruded dramatically.  And those legs!  I stroked them as I pushed my face at her rounded belly.

“Lie down, darling,” I said, and she did so without hesitation or protest.

I undressed beside the bed looking down at the budding girl who was not quite adolescent.  She gazed at my erect cock when it came into view then at my face.  She did not smile.  I laid beside her.

“Do you have sexual feelings?” I asked.  “Do you sometimes rub your special spot?”

She nodded.  “I like doing that,” she said.

I pulled her to me.  “I want to give you that pleasure, darling.  Can you accept it from me?”

When she nodded, I continued, “But I’m also selfish.  I have my own needs.  You can give me pleasure, and if you don’t want to join in, I can just take it while you lie quietly.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Jeff.”

“I want you to desire me, Sandra, but perhaps it’s too soon for that.  Let’s just have sex and enjoy ourselves.”

She smiled finally and responded to my kisses, meeting my tongue with hers.  I slavered her young flesh as I moved my mouth down the immature body, soon reaching those luscious thighs, where I lingered.  I began to kiss and lick her pussy lips and surrounding areas but avoided her clit.  I teased her until she squirmed and moaned in arousal before placing my lips over the clit hood.  I licked and sucked her to a powerful orgasm.  She cried out at its onset and gasped until it abated.  Then I teased her again.  I gave her three more orgasms in the course of the next twenty minutes before mounting her and slipping my cock inside a very tight vagina.  I kissed her lips as we fucked.  I came explosively, ecstatically.

She relaxed in my embrace and we dozed off for a time.

“That was nice,” she eventually said.

“We could do it often, if you want.”

“I’d like that.”

Although I wanted to linger in bed and enjoy another bout of sex, we got up, showered and went clothes shopping.

* * *

I had her stand a few feet away from my chair so I could ogle her naked form, because I took endless, perverse delight in seeing the evidence of her childishness — the lack of hips, scant pubic hair, little tits and girlish face.

We had been fucking for the past week, but we had yet to make love.  Although she had said on occasion that she loved me, it remained obvious that she was not “in love” as I was.  Still, she twice initiated our sex play.  That’s progress of a sort. 

She would do anything I asked.

“Will you suck on my cock, darling, and let me come in your mouth?”

“If you want.”

“Is it something you would like to do?”

“I’ve never done it before, Jeff.”

I waved her over.  She knelt in front of me and stuffed my flaccid cock into her mouth, quickly sucking it to erection.  I sat back in my chair to gaze at her lovely, young face.  I stroked her head.

“You don’t have to do it, Sandra.  If you don’t want to, just stop.”

She looked up at me.  With sunken cheeks she nodded and continued sucking my knob for three or four minutes until my pleasure stirred.  Then I pushed her head away and tried to calm myself.

“This is not right,” I declared.  “I’m just using you.”

“I want to taste you, Jeff.”

“Do you really?  If that’s true, you may suck some more.”

She did so, bobbing on my cock slightly, but mostly sucking the knob.  When I was about to come, I placed my left hand at the back of her head.

“Open your mouth, darling!”

She parted her lips and I jacked my stuff into her mouth, aiming at the side so she would not gag.  Like all orgasms this one was a tremendous pleasure, but the satisfaction was enhanced because my darling Sandra wanted to taste my spunk.  She looked up at me with messy, pursed lips.  She did not know what to with it.

“Go spit into the toilet,” I suggested, “then rinse your mouth.  Maybe you’d like to brush your teeth.”

She shortly returned redolent of tooth paste to sit on my lap.  I snuggled the child with profound affection.

“Would you like to taste me some other time?” I asked.

She nodded.  Then she floored me!

“Can I call you Daddy?” she asked with a grin on her adorable face.

“Yes you may, darling.  Is that the way you see me?”

“I’ve never had a daddy before.  They’re supposed to be nice, like you.”

The spontaneous, eager kiss she then gave me signaled our bonding.  I felt both relief and exaltation.  She indeed loved me, just not in the way I had expected.

END
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