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The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

A Most Equitable Arrangement - by - The StoryMaster

She didn't care for the arrangement one bit, and the expression on her
face said it all.  "But what could she do?" Cassidy thought to
herself.  After all, he'd caught her red handed, and now it was just
plain too late.  Perhaps if she'd had a little more time, she could
have come up with some sort of plausible excuse, but...

"Pay attention, young lady!" her boyfriend's father ordered.

"But Mr. Patterson, I...I," Cassidy stammered lamely.  She looked
around the room, praying desperately that someway, somehow, she would
think of a way out of this mess, but unfortunately, nothing promising
presented itself right away.  "How could I have been so stupid!  I've
never stolen anything before in my life," the pretty teenager berated
herself for the thousandth time.  

"Don't argue with me, young lady!" George Patterson countered.  "Just
sit still until I'm finished.  I don't want to waste any of this.
It's not easy to come by, and it's expensive," he told her in a very
serious tone of voice, as he pulled the shining needle out of the vial
of clear liquid, after charging the hypodermic with nearly 2cc's of
clinical grade cocaine-hydroxide.

Cassidy watched anxiously as her boyfriend's father held the syringe
up and tapped on the side of its glass barrel, but she was forced to
look away when he then depressed the plunger, causing a tiny stream to
spurt from its sharp, beveled tip.  Cassidy hated shots.

She hugged herself nervously and tried desperately to think about
something else - anything to take her mind off what she was going to
have to do as a result of her own carelessness.  "I can't believe
Grant's dad was standing right behind me at the mall.  I mean, what
are the chances of that happening?" Cassidy brooded.  "I didn't even
need that stupid sweater!" she muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?" George Patterson asked tersely as he placed the
second hypodermic onto the green desk blotter.  He was just about
ready.

"N..nothing," Cassidy answered diminutively.  Then after a moment she
said timidly, "Mr. Patterson, I... I've never... I've never...." and
then sputtered into silence.

"You've never what, young lady?" the older man asked impatiently as he
eyed the lovely girl and smiled at her efforts to remain calm and in
control.

Cassidy was starting to get pretty scared now and was becoming
increasingly more flustered with each passing minute.  "I.. I've never
done anything... anything like this before," she managed at last.

"You mean you've never had sex before?" the man asked.  "I thought you
kids were starting early these days," he commented casually as he
removed a length of surgical tubing from his desk drawer and laid it
on the blotter next to the syringes.  

"N..no, I... I mean.  Y..You know.  Shots and stuff," the young girl
responded, nodding toward the two syringes apprehensively.

George Patterson leaned back in his chair and took a moment to study
the girl who sat in the straight back chair next to him at his desk.
"I gotta hand it to the boy," he thought to himself.  "He sure knows
how to pick `em."  Then to the girl he said, "You're an attractive
young lady, my dear.  You know that don't you, Cassidy - It is Cassidy
isn't it?  Do you mind if I call you by your first name?"

"Y..yes, sir...I mean, no, sir...I mean," she stammered.

George reached out and placed his hand onto the girl's shoulder.
"Cassidy, I want you to take a deep breath and try to relax.  I don't
want you to worry about a thing," he said soothingly.  I've done this
many, many times before," he assured her.  "I was a medic in the Army,
you know."  She gazed at him despondently.  "I'm going to give us each
a little boost," he stated in a calm voice and patted the two
hypodermic syringes affectionately.  She looked away with growing
dread, but George lifted her chin with his finger tips, and gazed into
her deep blue eyes.  "You won't feel a thing, Cassidy.  I promise, and
then you and I are gonna have the time of our lives.  Now that doesn't
sound to bad, does it?"  
It was all he could do to keep from chuckling at the expression on the
girl's face.  While he watched she glanced frantically around the
bedroom again, looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights
of an oncoming truck.  She was trapped and she knew it.

"Yes, sir," George Patterson thought to himself.  "This one's got to
be the prettiest one yet," he mused, referring to the string of
girlfriends his boy had all through high school.  "Grant always did
have good taste, just like his old man," he mused as he appraised the
exquisite little blond.  She was a sharp dresser too.  The sleeveless
white pullover and designer jeans ensemble she wore complimented her
slender figure and gave her that unmistakable air of innocense yet
with a fashionable flare.  

George had decided he wanted the girl the first time he'd laid eyes
her, but figured his chances were slim to none, nothing more than a
fanciful dream.  Then one afternoon not very long ago, the pendulum of
fate had swung his way.

It had been about two weeks ago, and George had gone to J C Pennies.
For what he couldn't remember.  He'd finished his shopping and was on
his way home when he spotted her.  George had easily picked the
attractive blond out of the crush of shoppers at the crowded mall,
recognizing her immediately as his son's current girlfriend.  He'd
been fantasizing about the little beauty for weeks now, and decided to
follow her for a bit.  He'd waited for her outside of a hip-hop music
store, figuring he'd stand out amongst the much younger clientele, but
he'd watched her clandestinely through the shop window.  George simply
couldn't take his eyes off of the lovely child.  "I'm old enough to be
her grandfather almost," he'd chided himself, and more than once he
contemplated abandoning his foolish behavior.  Instead, he'd trailed
behind her at a discrete distance as next she strolled into
Nordstrom's.  Feeling bold suddenly, George had closed the gap between
the two of them as the girl browsed along a row of fashionable women's
outer wear.  He'd almost bumped into her when she stopped abruptly in
front of a stack of cotton sweaters.  Surprised, George backed up a
step or two and stood gawking at her from behind as she went through
the pile, presumably looking for her size.  He'd actually been
considering how he might approach the gorgeous youngster when out of
the blue, something totally unexpected happened.  The little blond
glanced about hastily, and then assuming the coast was clear, she
jammed one of the cotton sweaters up under her sweatshirt.  George
couldn't believe his eyes.  He'd been so utterly astounded, in fact,
that he'd stood rooted dumbly in place as the girl turned around and
promptly walked right into him.  

He would never forget the expression on her face as she stood staring
up at him fearfully.  She knew she'd been caught, and George could see
the guilt painted all over her handsome face.  For several seconds
neither of them said a word.  Then as the little blond opened her
mouth to speak, George held up his hand, indicating that she should
remain silent.  Reaching out, he'd taken the anxious young lady by her
narrow shoulders and turned her.  "Come with me," he told her as he
put an arm around the girl and escorted her toward the front of the
store.  Certain that George intended to hand her over to Store
Security, the little blond had begun to whimper and plead pitifully as
they approached the front desk.  "Be still, now!" George had ordered
her under his breath as to her astonishment he shepherded her past the
security guard's watchful eye and out of the front door.  Neither of
them spoke as they walked away from the department store entrance.
When George released her after a minute or two, she turned and gave
him a curious look.  Thinking back on that fateful day, George wasn't
entirely sure the girl even recognized him, but be that as it may,
he'd simply smiled at her and  told her to run along.  And that had
been the end of it - or the beginning, as the case may be.

George had mulled over the incident for several days while he
considered his options.  Like in the cartoons, the "Good Donald Duck"
sat on his right shoulder, telling him not to go through with it, that
his plan was sinister and cruel.  While on his left shoulder the "Bad
Donald Duck, dressed in a small red devil suit, jabbed George in the
side of the neck with his fork and said brusquely, "Fuck her!"  George
telephoned the girl the very next day.

"OK, Cassidy, my dear.  It's time you and I become better acquainted,"
he said with a smile.

"B..but, Mr. P.. Patterson," she stammered in a panicky voice.
"Wha...what about G..Grant, Mr. Patterson?" she whined.  "I mean he's
your son, Mr. Patterson, and Grant and I are going steady."

"Yes, Miss Thomas, Grant is my son, " George responded
condescendingly.  He was growing impatient with the girl's incessant
whining.  "But what Grant doesn't know won't hurt him, now will it,"
he added curtly.  "Besides, I feel relatively certain that my son
would rather not have his girlfriend spend time in the penitentiary."
George stared at the young girl severely, causing her to shrink back
from him.

"But..." she started to argue cautiously.

"But what, Miss Thomas?" he interrupted, glaring at her dourly.

"But... I mean, like..." she hesitated.  "Can't we just please forget
about the thing at the mall?  I promise you, I'll never, ever do
anything like that ever again," she said in all sincerity. 

George waited for a minute, then he cleared his throat and spoke.  "I
believe, Cassidy, my dear, that if you will just stop and think about
it for a minute, that is precisely what I've agreed to do."  

"Huh?" the girl replied, clearly confused.

"When I spoke with you on the telephone the day before yesterday,
Cassidy, I agreed to forget all about the shoplifting incident,"
George stated calmly.  "She's such pretty thing when she's upset," he
mused as he stared steadily into her troubled eyes.  "But, you must
realize, my dear girl, that nothing in this life is free.  Everything
has its price."  George held up his hand to ward off another whining
platitude and continued.  "If you recall, Cassidy, on the telephone we
agreed that in return for my silence, and more importantly, to keep
you out of prison," he added ominously.  "We agreed, my dear, that we
would arrange to meet and spend - How shall I say it? - a little
`quality time' together, you and I."

Again, George struggled to maintain control of his mirth when the
lovely blond's eyes slowly grew until they were as big around as
saucers.

"I think our little arrangement is both equitable and reasonable,
considering the seriousness of your transgressions.  Wouldn't you
agree, Miss Thomas?" he asked in a businesslike tone of voice.  The
pretty blond stared at him for almost a full minute, her face a
symphony of disbelief and desperation, then at last her shoulders
slumped, she lowered her eyes and nodded her head meekly.

"Why the long face, my dear?" George asked in mock sympathy.  "I've
already agreed to forget all about the Nordstrom incident.  In fact,
my memory's getting fuzzy even as we speak," he said with a smile and
a wink.  "All that remains is for you to relax a little, and then, who
knows -  You might even enjoy our afternoon together.  Oh, and you
probably shouldn't mention this to Grant.  We wouldn't want to upset
him, now would we," he added with a wink.

Cassidy was by now thoroughly flustered, and consequently was at a
loss for words.  Seated beside her boyfriend's dad, alone with him in
his bedroom, the pretty teen felt like she was on a rail, destined to
do whatever the older man ordered her to do.  The thought of using
hard drugs was extremely worrisome to Cassidy, even more so than the
prospect of going to bed with a man nearly four times her own age.
"How would she ever live this down were someone to find out?" she
brooded as she awaited her fate. 

Just then George Patterson swivelled in his chair, pushed it back and
got to his feet.  Standing in front of the nervous teenager, in a
patient voice, George said, "I think it's time we get started,
Cassidy."  Smiling down at the lovely blond girl, he unbuckled his
trousers and dropped them to his knees, causing her to quickly avert
her gaze.  "Aren't we the bashful one," George chuckled, then added,
"Do you want to get undressed now, my dear, or wait until after I give
you your booster shot?" he asked the embarrassed teenager.  

"I...I'll wait," Cassidy responded apprehensively, hugging herself as
though she were cold.  The longer she could postpone the inevitable,
the better, she decided.  Taking her clothes off in front of a grown
man was not going to be easy for Cassidy, and she felt the blood rush
to her cheeks at the very thought of it.

"Suit yourself, my dear," George told her, though secretly he was
pleased that she'd elected to wait.  George knew that soon after
receiving her injection, the lovely blond teenager would become
virtually incapacitated, and the pleasant task of undressing her would
fall upon him.

Reaching under the edge of his desk, George pressed the hidden switch
which activated the video cameras that would faithfully record their
every move.  One never knew when one might like to review the
afternoon's delights. From a side drawer he removed a small tube of
K-Y Jelly and laid it on the desk within easy reach.  "Foreplay in a
tube," George chuckled to himself.  Then picking up the elastic
tourniquet from the desktop he turned back to the uneasy youngster.

"Give me your right arm, please, Cassidy," George asked, holding out a
hand to the anxious girl.  When she hesitated, he smiled reassuringly
and said, "Calm down, Cassidy.  I realize that this is an awkward
situation for you, but I promise you I will not hurt you in any way.
You might just as well relax and try to make the best of it, young
lady," George added in a more final tone of voice.  "Like I said, you
might even enjoy yourself."

The lovely girl's mouth fell open as she stared at him in disbelief,
but in the end, she held out her slender right arm, then sat stiffly
while he went about securing the elastic tourniquet around her biceps.

"I want you to make a fist for me now, my dear" George said
confidently as he cradled her elbow in his left hand.  "That's just
right."   She flinched slightly when he thumped his index finger
against the soft skin of her inner elbow.  "Very nice," George
murmured approvingly when a perfect, dark purple vein swelled just
beneath the surface of her ivory skin.  

"Huh?" Cassidy asked, glancing down at her arm momentarily as her
boyfriend's dad swabbed the crotch of her elbow with an alcohol wipe.

"Nothing, my dear," George responded.  "You have excellent veins,
that's all," he commented offhandedly.  "Now hold absolutely still,
and this'll all be over in two minutes," he assured the nervous young
beauty.  "You can watch if you like, but there's not much to see,
really," he added casually.

She looked away quickly when he picked up one of the two pre-charged
hypodermics and moved it toward her outstretched arm.  

"Just one little prick," George Patterson muttered under his breath as
he pressed the sharp beveled tip of the hypodermic to Cassidy's pale
skin directly over the bulging vein he'd raised.  Her flesh dimpled
inward slightly beneath the shining needle for a fraction of a second,
and then..."

"Oww!" Cassidy whimpered and flinched slightly.

"Hold still, my dear," Patterson chided as he held her arm tightly.
"Now that didn't hurt," he added in a slightly distracted voice as he
concentrated on the business at hand.  

Almost immediately after the needle punctured the girl's fair skin,
George felt the slight resistance of the vein wall itself.  Then with
what felt like a slight "flick", the point of the beveled needle
entered the girl's circulatory system.  Ever so carefully George
lowered the barrel of the syringe a little closer to the surface of
her skin.  Then once he was satisfied that he'd achieved the correct
injection angle of approximately fifteen degrees, George slowly
advanced the needle forward until its entire length disappeared into
the young blond's flesh.  

Holding the barrel of the syringe firmly with his right hand, George
looked up at Cassidy and said, "You may relax your fist now, my dear."
His voice was calm and soothing.  

"Are..are you done?" Cassidy asked pensively, glancing up at her
boyfriend's dad and then down at her arm still cradled in his big
hand.  "Oh, God!" she gasped fearfully when she saw the hypodermic
protruding from her arm.  There was a tiny but noticeable raised line
where the needle lay just beneath the skin.  "Oh, God!" she repeated
in a panicky voice.  "P..please, Mr. Patterson.  Please stop," she
cried pitifully. 

"Just take it easy, Cassidy," George responded authoritatively.  "You
have nothing to worry about.  The worst is already behind us.  It's
all downhill from here, and when I'm done, you're gonna be in for a
real treat.  I promise you, my dear," he said looking her directly in
the eye.  Then he gave her a little wink.  She looked away, anxiously.

"We're going to lay your arm on the desk now, Cassidy, and I want you
to hold absolutely still for me until I tell you it's OK to move.  Do
you understand me?" George asked.  "Cassidy, do you understand what
I'm saying to you?" George repeated when she didn't answer him right
away.

"Yes.  I understand you.  Just please hurry up and get it over with,"
the pretty blond responded fearfully.

"No problem, my dear," George Patterson replied calmly.  With her arm
positioned on the desk wing, George was able to use both hands for the
injection, which meant that he could be that much more thorough.
"Here we go, Cassidy," George Patterson murmured as he grasped the end
of the plunger carefully between the thumb and index finger of his
right hand.  Then holding the barrel of the syringe with his other
hand, George drew back carefully on the plunger.

"Oh, God!" Cassidy whined when she chose that exact moment to glance
down at the proceedings and witnessed a tiny red plume of her own
blood jet into the clear liquid contained within the barrel of the
hypodermic.

"Now just relax, my dear," George Patterson said as he watched the
contents of the syringe quickly turn a light shade of pink.
"Everything is perfectly alright.  That just shows me that I haven't
missed the vein," he said, referring to the tracer test.  While he
spoke, George slowly advanced the plunger into the syringe barrel,
propelling about half its contents into the girl's arm.  

"Just please hurry upppp.." Cassidy moaned and looked away again.

"Hush now, Cassidy," George Patterson whispered, knowing full well
that in a matter of minutes she would be moaning for an entirely
different reason.  When she averted her gaze, George took the
opportunity to pull back on the plunger once again.  He watched the
contents in the clear glass barrel turn a dark sanguine red as
Cassidy's blood mixed with the remainder of the powerful cocaine left
in the hypodermic.  The process was known as "booting" and would
ensure a more thorough dispersal of the drug into her system once the
tourniquet around her upper arm was removed.  "Almost there," George
murmured as he depressed the plunger and injected the entire contents
of the hypodermic syringe into his son's pretty girlfriend.

"All done," he said a second later as he quickly pulled the needle
from the girl's arm and swabbed the injection site with alcohol.  "How
you feeling?" he asked her when she looked at him with an odd
expression on her face.

"I.. I.. S..something feels..." her words trailed off vaguely.  The
tourniquet was helping, but some of the drug was beginning to get
through.  

"Let's move onto the bed now, Cassidy," George Patterson said after
swabbing the inside of his own arm with alcohol in preparation for his
own injection.

His son's girlfriend looked very confused as George helped her up and
sat her down on the foot of his bed.  Then he snapped the elastic
tourniquet off her arm and took a seat beside her.  "Are you OK,
Cassidy, sweetheart?" George whispered as he placed an arm around her
narrow shoulders and hugged her tenderly.  Her lithe body was
amazingly warm.  

She turned to face him and opened her mouth to speak, but what came
out was far from coherent.  Her eyes were huge blue pools of rapt
astonishment as a long, low gasping groan escaped Cassidy's sweet
lips.  "Wha...ohhhhhh..." she moaned, staring wide eyed at George as a
wave of wonder swept over her.  

"Shh...shh...shh, Cassidy," George soothed as he took her little hand
in his.  "Just let yourself flow with it, sweetheart," he coached, but
he doubted whether she actually heard him.  Leaning closer George took
his first liberty with the girl by kissing her softly on the side of
her neck.  Her subtle bouquet wafted over him as he nuzzled his face
into the softness of her hair.  She gave no indication that she was
even aware of his closeness, so George decided that it was high time
he got their relationship off the ground.

Cassidy had begun to rock slowly back and forth as the powerful
stimulant drug coursed through her body and mind, exploding her
universe into a cacophony of sounds and light.  George Patterson
worked quickly to unfasten the three small buttons at the neck of her
pretty sleeveless blouse.  Once during the course of the operation,
Cassidy looked up at him questioningly as if to ask what he thought he
was doing, but her eyes were distant and out of focus.  There was
little, if any, recognition there, and George went on with his work
pretty much unchallenged.  Getting to his feet, he stooped over the
lovely blond girl in order to pull the tails of her blouse out of her
jeans.  As he slowly tugged the soft cotton fabric upward the look she
gave him was priceless.  Her huge blue eyes were wide and filled with
wonder, and her expression asked the kinds of questions he hoped to
answer very soon.

"Raise your hands up, Cassidy, darling," George instructed and was
delighted  when she cooperated.  "That's my girl," he whispered
affectionately as he peeled the warm little garment up and over her
head.  Tossing the blouse aside, George turned to her, and for the
first time he was struck by the girl's youthfulness.  "Why you're just
a child, aren't you, baby," he whispered as he took her by her narrow
shoulders and pushed her down onto his bed.  Gazing down upon her
innocent face, George guessed that she couldn't be much older than
fourteen, fifteen tops.  Her breasts, which were still developing,
were no more than petite cones topped with puffy little areolae and
tiny tight nipples.  Even in her reclining position the two perfect
cones kept their exquisite pointed shape, indicating that they were
quite firm.  Also since Cassidy didn't wear a brassiere, George
surmised that those lovely twin points as yet required no support
what-so-ever.  

"What a lovely child you are, Cassidy," George murmured.  He wasn't
sure she'd heard him.  The pretty blond stared up at him with
uncomprehending eyes for she was firmly in the grips of the powerful
stimulant and existed temporarily on a totally different plane.
George would need to move a little faster if he wanted to join her
there.

While the lovely child gazed up at him quizzically from the bed,
George Patterson reached down and slipped his finger tips under the
waist band of her designer jeans.  He felt her tummy tighten against
the backs of his fingers as he fumbled for a minute with the single
copper button until it popped loose.  "You're very pretty, Cassidy,
honey," George cooed as he unzipped her.  Then leaning down, he kissed
the young girl on her soft belly as without further ado, George
shucked both jeans and panties over her hips and down to her knees in
one fluid motion.

"Oh my, goodness, gracious!" George gasped breathlessly as he gazed
down in awe upon one of the prettiest sights he'd seen in a long, long
while.  The youngster didn't respond, and lay staring up at him
blankly from his bed.  Her expression was stunned and distant, but it
wasn't her face that interested George Patterson at that particular
instant.  He hadn't been with a woman in awhile, but George certainly
hadn't forgotten the qualities he looked for and admired in a girl,
and there on his bed lay unconditional perfection.  "It's certainly no
mystery what my boy sees in you, young lady," George commented huskily
as he went about tugging the tight blue jeans down her muscular legs.
His eyes remained locked onto the exquisite example of adolescent
femininity at the juncture of the youngster's shapely thighs while
George fumbled with the laces of her Nike running shoes.  At last he
had them off, and the jeans and panties quickly followed.  "My sweet,
sweet child," George Patterson whispered approvingly as he dropped the
jeans to the floor and stood admiring his prize.

For one so slender, young Cassidy Thomas was very well endowed,
particularly where it counts most in a young lady.  George licked his
lips as he studied the ample labia majora and their sparse covering of
soft sandy blond curls.  Rather than the narrow contours he would have
expected in a girl so young and trim of figure, Cassidy was full and
robust with a broad, prominent pubic mons that complimented her
generous outer lips.  George found himself mesmerized by the sight of
her and probably would have continued in this trance-like state had
the youngster not suddenly groaned and stretched her lean muscular
body in response to the tumultuous waves of unfamiliar yet titillating
energy which coursed through her.  In so doing his son's lovely
girlfriend unconsciously spread her legs a little, providing George
with an unanticipated glimpse of her intimate charms.  He immediately
noted that Cassidy's pubic covering extended only a short way between
her creamy thighs, leaving most of her luscious labia smooth and
unencumbered.  Her palace gates were so generous and full that even
with her legs separated George was unable to see the moist pink inner
lips which maintained her abdominal integrity.  Staring in utter
fascination at that inviting vestibule for another few seconds, George
at last shook himself out of his stupor.  It required every once of
self-control he possessed not to touch her, for George wanted their
first intimate contact to be complete, such that the lovely teenager
would remember it always.  Her blue eyes were wide and filled with
wonder as she lay naked and ready before him.

"It's time, my child," George whispered to the enchanting young beauty
as he picked up the second syringe and without the benefit of a
tourniquet injected its contents into a suitable vein in his forearm.
The seconds ticked by as George hurriedly dabbed a small droplet of
blood which formed on his skin with alcohol after pulling the needle
from his arm.  Even as he placed the spent syringe on the desk and
reached for the tube of K-Y Jelly he felt the fingers of the powerful
stimulant drug begin to tickle at the pleasure center of his brain.
His heart rate was definitely on the rise as he slathered his erect
manhood liberally with lubricant.  George knew from experience that
his erection would soon wilt, and he needed to join his young partner
quickly.  "No time for pleasantries, I'm afraid, my dear," George
murmured as he knelt between her legs on the edge of the bed.

"Nnnnnn," she groaned and stared up at him pitifully as George grasped
his manhood in his fist in an effort to keep himself rigid for her
then pressed the swollen head against her.

"Shh...shh...shh," George whispered tenderly as he pushed forward with
his hips, increasing the pressure against her.  He wondered how often
the lovely teenager had sex and whether his son, Grant was the only
one.  Girl's Cassidy's age often take a lover initially because of
peer pressure or the need to satisfy some innate longing for maturity,
but seldom do they remain extremely active after the first time or
two.  Her expression portrayed her growing alarm and confusion as
George pushed harder.  "Don't fight me, Cassidy, honey," George
murmured as he felt her begin to dilate slightly, but it was none the
less a very tight fit.  George noticed that his voice sounded tinny
and distant in his ears and his vision was beginning to narrow.  He
had only seconds to complete their coupling, before the powerful
cocaine hurtled him into another dimension.  That in itself wasn't a
problem, but the brief period of flaccidness which accompanied the
initial rush worried George, in that he wanted to be one with the
sweet girl, nestled snugly in her depths prior to that happening.
Taking her by the ankles, George lifted her legs.  "Be a good girl and
open nice and wide for your Uncle George," he coached as he raised
Cassidy's feet up level with his shoulders and pulled her legs apart.
She resisted for a few seconds, but then suddenly her huge blue eyes
sprang open even wider, if that were possible, as the bulbous head of
George's manhood slipped past her gates and popped inside.  Her
expression was priceless as Miss Cassidy Thomas accepted her older
lover.  Her nostrils flared and her lower lip trembled and her eyes
took on a glazed appearance as Cassidy looked within, following her
lover's progress into the very cradle of her femininity.  

George's world suddenly went super nova, as the bulk of the powerful
cocaine arrived in his brain, utterly overwhelming his senses.
Fortunately he'd had the forethought just prior his dimensional shift
to position himself better.  Spreading his knees and sliding them to
either side of Cassidy's rear end and allowing her thighs to lay
across his.  Then grasping the little beauty by her slender waist just
above her hips, George lifted and pulled, effectively aligning her
vaginal passage and drawing the young girl fully onto himself.  George
Patterson was not a small man, and even as he felt himself start to
soften inside of Cassidy, he watched as though from the other end of a
narrow and vaporous tunnel, as the lovely youngster's flat tummy
bulged outward as she accommodated him.  

For several minutes after, George Patterson's entire universe existed
inside of his young partner.  Then the first of many powerful vaginal
contractions struck, and George envisioned himself being drawn
inexorably into the girl, into a vortex of moist heat and comfortable
snugness.  The fluffy convolutions of her youthful interior caressed
him as he journeyed ever deeper until he was utterly engulfed by her. 

George imagined he was being born again in reverse.  In his mind he
peered down a dim pink corridor with soft, moist walls alive all
around him.  Up ahead in the passageway stood a doorway shaped like a
doughnut only the opening at its center was tightly sealed.  George
somehow knew that behind that portal lay the essence of creation
itself, the cradle of life, and he found himself compelled to gain
entry.  Again and again he threw himself against the unyielding
toroid, and each time he was gently but firmly repelled.  Undaunted,
George picked himself up, dusted himself off and tried again, for
behind that doorway lay both the beginning and the end of his life's
journey.  Rather than becoming fatigued as one might expect, each time
George hurled himself at that gateway to eternity, he seemed to gain
strength and confidence.  Over and over and faster and faster, he
assaulted the guarded entrance, and with each attempt he rammed the
doorway more forcefully.  

Soon George was pounding on the door with astonishing power and tempo,
and he knew that with each thrust victory drew closer.  Any time now
the barrier would fall.  Soon he would be home.  Then as if from a
great distance George heard a soft cry, and suddenly Cassidy's sweet
face filled his vision.  "She's so innocent and young," George mused.
"And so very lovely."  George quickly fell under the spell of the
youngster's enchanting beauty.  Her cheeks were flushed with color and
her expression filled with wonder and zeal.  Her little pink tongue
darted out from between her parted lips and moistened her sparkling
white teeth, making them twinkle like stars.  Her eyes were wide and
wet and flamed like twin blue meteors.  

Gradually George's field of vision expanded, and soon he discovered
that while in the throws of the cocaine rush he'd fallen forward,
supporting himself on his hands over his young partner.  Beneath him
her slender body rocked in time to his amorous attentions.  Her little
breasts quivered enticingly, practically demanding to be nibbled.  The
satiny pink skin of her small areolae was tightly drawn, and her
nipples stood erect and hard.  Even in his current drug affected
state, George recognized that Cassidy was clearly exhibiting many of
the classic signs of female arousal.  In spite of the fact that their
relationship together had begun more or less under duress, the girl
appeared to have had a change of heart.  Other than the one subdued
cry, which might just as easily have been a moan, his captivating
young companion had remained silent, giving no indication that she
wished for him to cease and desist.  George had slowed his cadence a
little, and glancing downward he noted that Cassidy was starting to
move with him, her young body instinctively reacting to sexual
stimulation.  

At some point in time during their love making, Cassidy had willingly
raised her knees on either side of George's hips, aligning herself to
better accept her lover.  As he reveled at the sight of his
considerable manhood appearing and disappearing beneath the prominent,
fur covered arch of her pubic mons, George rightly concluded that
Cassidy had begun to participate of her own free will.  Watching the
young lady's hips pump subtly in time with his cadence, he felt
genuine contentment in the knowledge that he hadn't "lost his touch".
At nearly fifty years of age he was making a marked impression upon
his son's attractive teenage girlfriend.  

George continued to deliver deliberate thrusts at a moderate pace.
With every stroke he traveled the entire length of her vaginal passage
from her entrance to the depths of her femininity, each time pressing
himself firmly against her cervix before beginning another cycle.  His
slow cadence allowed him to enjoy every inch of Cassidy, and more than
once he found himself marveling at her internal fitness.  Catching her
eye, he smiled down at his adorable young lover, and received a shy,
questioning look in return.

In spite of her highly aroused state, Cassidy was one rather confused
young lady.  She would never know exactly how she ended up in bed with
Grant's dad.  The shot that Mr. Patterson had given her had taken her
to places she'd never imagined or dreamed of.  One minute she'd been
seated beside him at his desk, and the next she was in his bed.  Even
now as she lay beneath the older man the sensations of his love making
were so intense that Cassidy had great difficulty concentrating on
anything else.  As he moved steadily in and out of her, alternately
filling her and then leaving her feeling empty and with a sense of
longing, Cassidy was accosted by conflicting emotions of a very
disturbing nature.  

"What would Grant do were he to find out that she'd gone to bed with
his dad?"  Cassidy had no doubt that he would be furious, particularly
since she and Grant hadn't "taken the plunge" yet.  He'd been pleading
and cajoling her for months, but she'd steadfastly refused him thus
far.  

Cassidy Thomas, you see, had a dirty little secret - one she would
never share with anyone, ever.  Although she honestly felt she was in
love with Grant, and he with her, Cassidy knew with a cold certainty
that were she to confide in him, Grant would be hurt or disgusted or
both and would probably break up with her.  Not wishing to lose him,
Cassidy remained silent - alone with her guilt and shame.

"And now look what you've done, Cassidy!" she silently berated
herself.  Her head was beginning to clear a little, enough that she
was at least aware of her immediate surroundings again.  "What am I
gonna do now?" she brooded as she gazed up at her boyfriend's father
who leaned over her.  "I can see where Grant got his good looks,"
Cassidy caught herself daydreaming as her mind wandered again and her
dark thoughts were sidetracked by the powerful sensations emanating
from what felt like a pile of glowing coals deep in her belly.  

And therein lay Cassidy's confusion.  One the one hand, she was
ashamed, afraid and very angry both with Grant's father for taking
advantage of her and with herself for submitting to him - not to
mention getting caught shoplifting.  On the other hand, Cassidy had
never tried anything even remotely as awe inspiring as the booster
shot that Mr. Patterson had given her.  Her initial misgivings about
hard drug use had been instantly eclipsed by the sensual detonation
she'd just gone through and to a degree was experiencing even now.
Also Cassidy had to admit, that even though the man was easily old
enough to be her father, he sure knew how to please a girl.

Cassidy's emotional quandary was clearly painted on her pretty face as
she gazed up at Mr. Patterson, when suddenly she shuddered as an
involuntary tremor passed through her nubile body.  Her boyfriend's
father paused for a second, returning her questioning look with a
smile.  "Are you OK, my dear?" he asked with genuine concern.

Cassidy hesitated for a moment then nodded her head.  "Uh huh," she
replied timidly.

"That's my girl," George said affectionately and began to move again.
Unbeknownst to either of them a small amount of air had managed to
seep past the rather tight seal formed between the head of George's
cock and the pliable walls of Cassidy's vaginal passage.  Then as
George drove himself forward the trapped air was compressed ahead of
his advancing manhood.  Cassidy felt only a slight increase in the
pressure normally associated with the older man's forays into her
interior, and George felt nothing unusual at all.  So it came as a
complete surprise to them both when the trapped air compressed by the
natural cylinder and piston formed by their union reached a pressure
great enough to defeat their genital gasket.

"Splut...splut...kerrrpop!" came the resounding report as the escaping
compressed air bubbled forcefully through the mixture natural and
artificial lubricants contained within Cassidy's vagina and
surrounding her lover's manhood.  

George, of course, had experienced this phenomenon on more than one
occasion and found it mildly amusing.  Cassidy, on the other hand, was
utterly mortified by the disgustingly sticky sounds, particularly
since they came from such a private and personal source.  Her shocked
and embarrassed expression was worth its weight in gold, and it was
all George could do to keep from bursting out laughing.  He decided to
toy with the girl a little and made a point of pulling back far enough
on his next egress to admit a goodly quantity of air ahead of himself.
Cassidy hadn't yet put two and two together and remained ignorant as
to the cause of the revolting noises.  Struggling to keep his voice
under control, George asked innocently, "Is everything alright,
Cassidy?"  Then without waiting for a reply, he pushed back into the
snug youngster.

"Blat...blat...spzzzzzzzz!"  The final release of pressure ended with
a most agreeable wheezing sound that continued for two or three
seconds.  Judging from the troubled expression on her face, George
deduced that the pretty teenager didn't care for his little game at
all.  Neither of them spoke, but when he started to set up for a third
pneumatic plunge Cassidy squirmed beneath him.

"Stoppppp!" she whined when she finally realized that the
reprehensible sounds were no accident.

"What's the matter, Cassidy?" George asked in a patronizing tone of
voice.  He delivered a series of short rapid strokes at her vaginal
entrance, toying with the unhappy teenager by penetrating her by no
more than an inch.

"Donnnnnn't!" she whined, guessing that those shallow thrusts might be
responsible for the embarrassing noises.  Shifting her hips, the
teenager surprised George by pushing herself onto him in an effort to
make him stop teasing her.

"You don't like it when we make "pussy farts", honey?" George
chuckled.  "That's too bad, because you're very wet, sweetheart."

Cassidy stared at the older man in disbelief for a second before
averting her gaze and blushing hotly at his choice of words.  She'd
read somewhere that some girls like it when their partners talk dirty
to them during love making.  Cassidy was obviously not one of those
girls, feeling that profanity and vulgar language were definite turn
offs.

"Alright then, Cassidy," George began as he eased himself into her.
Her lips parted slightly and her expression became one of
introspection as George got to his knees, took her by her slender
waist and pulled her little bottom up onto the fronts of his thighs.
"Suppose you tell Uncle George what you do like," he continued as he
felt the head of his cock press firmly against the girl's cervix.
"What does Grant do to make you happy, sweetheart?  Do you like it
fast and hard or nice and slow, Cassidy?  Don't be shy, honey.  You
can tell your Uncle George," he urged playfully.  Tell me what that
boy of mine does to light your candle, honey."  Immediately she looked
away.  

While he waited for a response from the sweet girl George began to tug
absently at the soft curls covering her pubic mons.  "Clearly she
doesn't like pillow talk," George noted.  He would remember that in
the off chance he needed to slow her down sometime.  "Graphic language
was a definite turn off for Miss Cassidy," he reflected.  "But there
was something else.  Hadn't she averted her gaze the very second he
mentioned Grant?"  George was certain she had.  Something was going
on.  "This young lady's got a secret," George concluded.  

"Huhhh," the enchanting teenager gasped when George unexpectedly
slipped his thumb downward between her meaty outer lips.  Locating the
small the shroud of skin covering the nerve center of her femininity
with ease, he applied a slow swirly pressure over the highly sensitive
organ beneath.  Her right leg jerked reflexively and her tummy muscles
flexed hard.  On the inside his tender lover began to clutch him
intermittently as George continued his palpation unabashedly.  

"Does Grant touch you like this, Cassidy?" George asked when he caught
her eye.  Again she looked away a bit too quickly and refused to
answer his question.  He was sure now that this was more than a simple
case of shyness or prudishness.  Cassidy Thomas was definitely hiding
something.  "You like it when I touch you, don't you sweetheart,"
George murmured as he deftly pushed the small covering hood aside and
pressed directly onto the hard little bundle of nerves concealed
beneath.

"Mmmm....mmmm!" Cassidy groaned as bolts of raw sexual energy shot
from beneath his touch and coursed through her nubile body.

"You like that, don't you, Cassidy?  Don't you?" George cooed as he
increased the tempo of his tactile attentions.  Meanwhile he
re-established himself as deeply inside of the little beauty as was
physically possible, crushing the head of his manhood tightly against
that doughnut shaped doorway to creation.  She groaned audibly in
response, and her flat tummy bulged outward.  "Yes, Cassidy.  It feels
sooooo, good.  Doesn't it, honey."  Dipping downward briefly for some
lubrication, George quickly returned to her clitoris.  Pressing down
on the little nubbin with the pad of his index finger, he began to
shake his hand from side to side rapidly.

"Ahhhhh," the inflamed youngster gasped as her hips started to pump
and roll rhythmically.  Very soon thereafter George was delighted to
find that Cassidy was actually fucking him.

Her blue eyes were closed now and she began to roll her head from side
to side on the bed.  Her face and neck were flushed with color and her
breathing was irregular and gasping.  Cassidy Thomas was very close to
achieving climax, and if the vaginal calisthenics that George was
currently being treated to continued for very much longer, he would
most certainly be joining her.

"Grant doesn't make you feel this good, does he, Cassidy," George
asked, testing the waters.  Right away her eyes opened and a pained
expression spread across her impassioned face.  Call it intuition if
you wish, but at that moment, George was dead certain that his son,
Grant had not yet sampled this lovely little lady.  Furthermore,
George vowed to one day discover the truth about Miss Cassidy Thomas.
Something was going on, and he was determined to delve into her
deepest secrets.

Right now, however, George was interested in delving deeply into other
areas of Cassidy.  Falling forward onto his hands, he supported
himself above her perfect little body and gazed down upon her angelic
face.  "I'm going to fuck you now, Cassidy," George told her when she
looked up at him.  "I'm going to fuck you like nobody has before," he
stated succinctly as he squared his shoulders and positioned his knees
and hips for the best possible penetration angle.  The lovely little
blond continued to gaze directly into George's eyes as she placed her
small hands behind his upper arms, and without a sound she nodded.

George Patterson spent the next few hours putting the young lady
through her paces.  To her credit, Cassidy managed to stay with him
most of the time in spite of her lack of experience.  She proved to be
reasonably athletic and wasn't opposed to experimenting.  Clearly
she'd spent some quality time with someone in the past, but she had a
lot to learn.  George decided that in addition to figuring out the
identity of her mystery lover, he would make it a point to take the
enchanting adolescent under his wing and teach her those things that
every young lady should know.

End... SM

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