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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Birthday" Simple Man (Mg, cons, rom, pedo) Complete
Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 19:10:05 -0400
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The Birthday

{ASSM} (Mg, cons, rom, pedo)



By Simple Man (C)2003





******STOP******

This story is fiction, any resemblance to persons either living or dead are
a coincidence.  This story also suggests a consensual momentary relationship
between and little girl and a much older man.  Should this sort of story
content bother you, please do not read it and avoid any stories written by
me.

*****************





     It was my birthday and I was as excited as I had been all my life about
it.  My eyes opened and here I was, 87 years old, alone, and only one
thought in my mind, I was never getting laid again, hell; I hadn't been laid
in the last 20 years, why should it be different now.  The only friend to my
poor Willy was my right hand, and that was a sorry excuse for sex, but when
you are my age, the girls have long since stopped lining up at your doorway
to be loved for awhile.

     Later I would go down to the Church and play Bingo, and that constantly
talking woman, Maude, would again seek me out to sit next to me, God if this
was a crush on me then I wanted to cash in my chips and go home, very much
alone.  Even earplugs could not drown out her voice, forever chattering,
like her mind was stuck in some cycle that never ended.  I didn't give a
shit about her grandchildren and was very tired of hearing about them every
week.

     Crawling out of bed, I felt some urgency to get dressed, but I just sat
there, what was the rush, I had no place to go, and besides it would take me
all morning to do what most younger men could do in an hour.  Besides, I
liked being naked, Christ, it was the only thrill left to me.  I avoided all
mirrors and sat down in front of my computer.  There was no e-mail, there
never was, I had no one to write to.  I clicked on one of the newsgroups and
clicked on one heading, simply called Kate.jpg, and the task bar showed that
it was loading and when it finished it took my breath away.  This little
naked girl was cute and with her legs spread wide, she showed all she had.
I could not believe how anyone would let a picture like this be posted
anywhere.  Still, I looked and then shut down the computer.

     Fully three hours had passed since I got out of bed; I was feeling both
hungry and dirty.  I made my slow and deliberate way to the bathroom and
took a hot shower.  I liked these hot showers, in a way they were sexy to me
because I always imagined I had a girl in there with me, and she was very
loving.  Ah, the dreams of an old man.  But those dreams were all I had,
rather me and Willy had.

     Willy loved the dreams as much as I did, and he always did his part,
but a full erection on an old man was useless, and my right hand was busy at
the moment.  And as my spendings spurt from me, I prayed again, that one day
it would fill a girl properly.  I did not hold out much hope for that ever
happening, at 87, girls of any age don't look at you anymore, you're no
longer a contender, and you're out of the game.  It spattered on the shower
wall with such force it surprised me, thick ropes hung there, my God it was
a 20 year old orgasm and I felt very faint for a moment.

     Was it the image of little Kate that had done this? God, I hoped not!
But the fact was I was feeling something I had not felt in a very long time,
and the image of that little girl was certainly playing a part.  Shit, my
cock was still rigid.  I finally turned off the water and reached for my
towel.  I felt like I had run the marathon, slowly moving to my kitchen, I
grabbed a pickle from the fridge and sat down chomping on it, kosher dill
pickles had taste, and there were few things that did anymore.  I snoozed
and finally awoke as my head hit the table with a thud.  It was two hours
until the Bingo frenzy and I still was not dressed, and Bingo was at 7:00
PM.

     I grabbed another pickle and made myself a ham sandwich, as I liked
deli ham, a little sharp mustard and it was tasty.  When I finished, I went
again to my bathroom to brush my teeth and then to get dressed.  Shorts
today I think!  I could only hope that Maude would be under the weather
today and stay home, saving me from hours of relentless banter that I could
not escape from.  Still, the old woman was in fact a woman and if the truth
be known, I wanted her around me, Christ, any woman around me, but of course
she was the last resort, damn, she had to be.

     I walked out my front door and carefully locked it making sure the key
went into my pocket.  The stroll down the sidewalk was uneventful, as I saw
no one, no cars, and no people.  The Church was a block further up and I
entered and descended to the appointed room, when I got there.  People of
every nationality were there, the young and the old, some Bible thumping and
some like me, regular kind of folk.  The Priest gave a prayer and in a deep
voice and said, "Lets play Bingo!"  My mindless generation applauded this as
if it was gospel.

     I had not yet been invaded by Maude, but in my soon diminished freedom,
there she came in full force, talking a mile a minute.  However, as she sat
down, the little girl with her was a refreshing sight.

     'This here is my granddaughter, Cindy!"

     She said it so matter of fact'ly that as I looked closely at the child,
I guessed she was maybe twelve years old.  If in fact she was that age, she
sported half golf ball sized breasts that stuck out on her and left little
to the imagination.  As I stared she noted my attention to her breasts and
she thrust her chest forward, giving me more.  Lord God, she was pretty!

     I usually don't mind playing Bingo, it helps to pass the time and I
have nothing else to do anyway.  Tonight was kind of special though and
Cindy made it special.  She was simply lovely to look at and so young.  I
kept stealing looks at her and I always found her looking at me, and pretty
soon is was our little game, I would look and she would notice.  Actually,
she was a little flirt and that excited me to no end.

     "So Maude, how long do you have this little sweetheart staying with
you?"

     I think Maude was shocked that I was even talking to her and I was
almost sorry I asked.  Cindy, on the other hand, just beamed at my calling
her a sweetheart.

     "Oh, she lives with me all the time!  My daughter and her husband died
almost a year ago in a car accident, Cindy's been with me ever since.  Why
do you ask?"

     I didn't want this conversation, although it would quickly become one
sided, lasting all night, I had to stop her.

     "Well Maude, you see it was love at first sight, and I just wanted to
know if she would be available so I could court her properly!"

     Cindy was almost breathless, and Maude was strangely silent, it had
worked, or so I thought at first.  Cindy was moving closer to me and as she
arrived at my chair she lifted her dress high in back and sat on my lap, her
flesh mating with mine and let her dress fall into place around us.  Her
arms went around my neck and she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.  By
God, it was no sissy kiss either; she plastered one on me like I have never
had before.  Maude sat there with her mouth open catching flies, and I could
see in her eyes that she was trying to formulate some kind of a response,
but her feeble brain was having a hard time of it.  Cindy sat on my lap and
was loving the hell out of me.  I was sure glad she wasn't wearing lipstick.

     "Well, I spose it's alright, it's just that she's pretty young yet to
be courted properly.  But if'n you don't mind none, guess it would be
alright."

     Well, that took the starch out of my sails.  I had made a stupid reply
and it had come right back at me.  But what dumfounded me more was that
Maude was going to let me court her granddaughter, a twelve year old girl.
Maude's Southern accent made it all the worse because in the South many
girls no older than 13 get married, mostly because they have to.  The
evening was getting worse by the minute.  What the hell could I say to this
child?  Oh, it was all a mistake?  Break the little girl's heart, not this
old man, no way.  The rest of the evening Cindy played my Bingo card's
sitting on my lap.

     As the end of the evening arrived, I no longer cared what was right or
wrong, the child was perfectly happy with me and Willy was delighted with
her.  She sure smelled good.

     "Mister, I don't even know your name?  How can you court me if I don't
know your name?"

     "Well, my pretty, its Charles Harcourt!"

     "Charles, I like it, Charles and Cindy, sounds good don't it?

     She wrote her phone number on a piece of the paper tablecloth and tore
it off, handing it to me.

     "Now don't go calling me for three days, cause it don't look good
rushing things, you'll get me but it's gotta be slow and gentle.  I love
you!"

     Maude had not said much all evening and it never occurred to me that
she might be thinking about a dowry she would have to pay.  More it was
unbelievable that Maude being my age saw me a merely an adult wanting her
underage granddaughter, it was all acceptable Southern, etiquette.  Cindy
made certain I got to see her legs and thighs before they left.  Willy was
in tears and there was no consoling him.  I thought, holy shit, I'm in
trouble now.  Maude walked with the effervescent child, her head hung low
and they disappeared through the door.

     I stood there like I had just lost my best friend when the Priest
walked up to me.

     "You look troubled, my friend.  Care to talk about it?  Lets sit down
over here."

     I told him the story about how stupid I had been and what I had said
and what happened afterward.  He listened and then smiled broadly.

     "Well, you certainly have yourself in a fix now, don't you?  Problem is
that calling off a courting in Southern culture is worse than anything.
Leading a girl on to the point of requesting her elders for permission to
court her, well, it's religious to them, you call it off, they are insulted,
and all kinds of things have been known to happen."

     "Shit!"

     "Exactly!"

     "You up for a drink at this late hour?  I think I have an idea."

     So, the Priest and I headed for Joe's, the local bar around here.  I
had a beer; the Priest had a Scotch, neat.  I had not been to this place for
more years than I could remember, and the waitress was showing more skin
than clothes, and to make matters worse she wore a loose fitting top that
when she bent over to serve the drinks, all of her breasts came into view.
Willy was having a hard time of it and I really didn't think he was going to
make it.  A few more rounds, more lovely soft breasts to look at, and Willy
was down an out, unable to take it anymore, but the Priest was on a roll now
and confided in me like we were conspirators.

     "Nice, huh!"

     Yes, I acknowledged, for she was nicely put together, so nice in fact
that she already had earned herself a generous tip when we would leave.  The
next round was considerably more erotic as the waitress had taken off her
panties and let us see everything.  Old Willy came to life with a marching
band leading the way.  The waitress smiled and reached over and squeezed
Willy.

     "You really should take care of that problem!" she taunted.

     That was all Willy could stand and the front of my shorts were now wet
and cum leaked out dripping on the floor.  The waitress smiled again as she
picked up the empty glass's and put them on her tray.  All I could say was
thank you, and she replied, any time.  The Priest just sat there taking it
all in, having the time of his life.  It was after Midnight now and we just
kept drinking.  The priest never told me of his idea, if he ever had one,
and became sloshed to the point of passing out.  I paid the waitress and she
offered me a little feel which I certainly took her up on.  Poor Willy was
in no shape to do anything more, but he tried.

     I walked the staggering Priest back to his Rectory and another Priest
took over from there. I headed home; I was dead tired and had drank too
much.  Finally arriving, I took off my sopping shorts and underwear and
threw them into the bathroom sink and started myself a shower.  After I was
clean and dry, I ran the water into the sink to let my clothes soak for
awhile.  Bed never felt better.

     The light was blinking on my phone when I finally woke the next
morning, although it was nearly noon.  I pressed the button and Cindy's
voice filled the room.

     "Just called to say I love you, and I'm waiting for you."

     Waiting for me?  What was that supposed to mean?  Yet her voice was
soft and melodious like only a little girl's can be.  I remembered her soft
legs and thighs, heaven awaited a man there, and I guess that was the moment
I gave up.  Willy was absolutely delighted with my decision and made himself
known with an urgency I had not seen since I was a young man.  I decided to
call Nathan, he was my attorney when I owned my business and he was my age.

     "Nathan, this is Charles Harcourt, how have you been all these years?"

     "Charles, is that really you?  Been doing alright, considering my age,
what brings your call this afternoon?"

     "Nathan, I need some advice, and I am prepared to pay for it as
 always."

     "Oh, sounds serious.  You in some kind of trouble?"

     "You sitting down?  This one's a doozy, got myself into something that'
s going to be hard to get out of."

     I told him the story about what I had said and what happened afterward,
and about the phone call message.

     "You're needing advice from me on that?  Man you have got it made!
Twelve years old?  My God she is going to give you the ride of your life.
Don't fight this Charles, first thing they will do is change the venue to a
Southern Court and you'll never win.  You'll die in some Southern prison, my
God man; they still have laws that date back centuries.  Take the girl, make
her a woman, love her and keep her, that's my advice and you don't owe me a
cent for it."

     I thanked Nathan and hung up the phone.  His words were making me live
again, and if Cindy wanted me, then I wanted her.  I would court her in the
finest manner, win her heart completely and spend the rest of my life with
her.  It no longer seemed ridiculous as if age never mattered.  I decide to
wait for the third day, like she wanted before calling her.

     The third day arrived and it was late morning, I picked up the phone
and fished out the paper she had given me, and dialed.  Cindy answered the
phone immediately.

     "Oh Cindy, words cannot express how I feel about you, you are the very
breath in my lungs, the desire in my heart, I am lost into your soul, I love
you."

     I could hear heavy breathing and she was obviously excited.

     "Oh Charles, it seemed like ages waiting for your call, I love you so
much, it hurts.  Come to me tonight, please, oh please."

     I arrived at her door at precisely 7:00 PM and knocked properly.  Old
Maude came to the door and when she saw me her face fell and she bowed in
some kind of acknowledgement of who I was.  She hailed Cindy.  The child
appeared at the top of the stairs regaled in a white summer dress with
petticoats aplenty.  She was beautiful as she descended the stairs, I felt
young again as if it was the first time in my life.  Maude switched on the
yard lights and Cindy and me sat in the wicker swing, like lovers, kissing
and needing each other in an urgent way.

     Holding a finger to her lips.

     "How is it that you love me?  I am an old man, do you not see this?"

     "I see a man that loves me, and wants me.  I see no old man, I see my
father/lover wanting me."

     The kissing was tender and passionate and I layed my head in her lap
while she played with my hair.  She was totally devoted to me, I was her
choice, and I gave into this dream.  She took my hand and led me to the
gazebo and to a bench, where she layed down wanting to be loved completely.
I called Willy and he was already raring to go.  She held up a stick of
butter?  She smiled and I quickly figured out what the butter was for.
Pulling off her panties she presented her hairless love to me, and through
the petticoats I took her like I was starved for it.  She bled and moaned
and wanted all that I could do to her.

     Maude stood in the shadows watching her granddaughter give herself away
to him.  She wondered what a fit dowry would be for a girl of twelve, she
had no savings, only the house, and she wondered if she would have to sell
it.  The dowry was more than just custom, it was what was right, and she had
a duty that she had to live up to.

     Cindy cried with happiness, her insides filled with sperm, her very
first time.  She relaxed in her afterglow, her man still panting with desire
for her.

     Way up high, where the clouds parted an Angel smiled, and took the old
man's heart attack from him, leaving him rested.  She would pay a price for
this, but not today.  She had broken the rule, and one day was granted,
before judgment.  Coming to the hall of God she wept as she lowered her
wings and knelt before the almighty host.

 "Child, do not cry, you have helped a man once, the union of man and child
is without blame, and sanctified, that you saved him was good, come to me."
The Angel rose and walked into the light and was consumed by God.  Feathers
drifting to the floor.

The sky's cleared and the Sun came up brightly, all was right with the
world.



THE END

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