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The Watcher part 2.

He didn't see his little green finch for the next few days, which worried 
him. A lot. He half expected the authorities round to try to cart him off, 
if they could catch him but they never came. Maybe she hadn't come round 
because of her injury, he hoped so. Not that he was glad she was injured, 
even if it was what gave him access to her. It was only he hoped that that 
was the only reason she was not around. He missed her being around; he 
wanted another opportunity to look at her sweet pussy or her cute knickers. 
He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her sweet young body if the truth be 
known, but he would of settled for a quick look, or feel.

His only consolation prize was the frequent visits by his plump wood pigeon, 
always sporting her cute if not slightly threadbare summer dress that gave 
him ample glimpses of her equally threadbare knickers. The outline of her 
fat pussy lips clearly visible through them, which kept his interest in the 
small group that played there everyday after school. He kept his distance 
from them for a while. He had no choice really. For safety and his own peace 
of mind.

Occasionally one of the kids would arrive on their own, as the green finch 
had however he chose to stay away and just admire them from afar. That was 
until one early Saturday morning when his plump pigeon arrived well before 
7am. He wasn't even up himself when she got there, and it was probably her 
presence in the area that woke him. He peaked out of his tent to see her 
sitting on a tree branch not far from the swing, swinging her legs to and 
fro; whilst studying something small in her hands. He couldn't see what it 
was from his vantage point, probably not even with his binoculars but he 
grabbed them anyway. They had more than one use for him at this moment in 
time. He wanted a closer look at his cute plump wood pigeons assets.

Lay on his stomach just inside the tent he could feel his cock grow under 
him, this at just the thought at what he might see. Maybe it was a partial 
piss hard-on; maybe it was the cutie in front of him that made him so hard, 
either way he would have to take care of it sooner or later. Even though the 
binoculars were only eight times zoom he could clearly see his pigeon, as if 
he were stood at her side. He concentrated on the hem of her dress as she 
swung her legs, hoping for her to swing them higher or a lucky gust of wind 
to lift the hem high enough for him to see her knickers. He had not seen 
anything yet, but he needed to adjust himself before his erection got too 
painful. At full zoom he could see the inside of her thigh, it looked soft 
and inviting to him. He would like to lick that thigh from top to bottom and 
back again before moving over to her sweet plump pussy.

He had to stop thinking this way; he needed to concentrate on the matters at 
hand. She was here; alone, early, no one else would be along for at least 
another ninety - one hundred and five minutes, ninety minutes just to be on 
the safe side he checked his watch. Patience was what he needed right now. 
Plus opportunity, but that would present itself or not as case might be.

Where would we all be if opportunity didn't knock for us once in awhile? For 
it certainly knocked for the pervert today. His cute plump wood pigeon 
hopped off her branch and made her way towards him, he was a little startled 
by her sudden movement and had to duck back into the tent before she saw him 
watching her. Why was she coming over here he wondered? He peeked back 
outside as she approached the same bush he had been in when she needed to 
pee, the very one he lay in watching her last time. He quickly realised why 
she was there and he waited until she turned her back on him before jumping 
out in just his shorts and t-shirt, and he headed towards where she 
squatted. He could here the familiar sound of pee hissing from her as he 
neared. She must have heard him and maybe caught a glimpse of him all at the 
same time, for as he spoke saying 'oh you needed to pee too' she whipped her 
head round and stumbled. Falling backwards against the bush with a look of 
horror on her face. She was not only shocked to find someone there, not only 
that but someone who had now seen her peeing. A man for that matter, but 
worse of all she was still peeing. She had lost all control and was peeing 
on her dress, her knickers, and down her legs. She started to cry. He 
reached out apologetically, offering her a hand up so she could right 
herself. It was too late the damage was done.

She was already ashamed of the way she looked, her clothes were old and out 
of date, she was overweight. You see she lived with her grandmother, who was 
an old fashioned lady who believed that everything that could be repaired 
should be, and you never throw anything away. She'd lived through two world 
wars, and that's how people lived then and it worked, so no point in 
changing things now. This was ok for the plump pigeon except all she wanted 
was one new dress to show off, just something modern that the other kids 
wouldn't mock. To make matters worse sometimes she would have to wear hand 
me downs. Clothes passed down form aunts and even some of her grandmothers, 
which were obviously too old for her to wear in public. These clothes she 
would try to hide, or only wear when she was in the house. Her grandmother 
didn't like her to be under her feet though, always telling her to go out 
and get some fresh air, which she did as often as she could.

She excepted the hand offered to her, and she climb back to her feet slowly 
keeping her head down and eyes averted from him. He asked her if she was ok 
genuinely feeling for her plight, he couldn't keep his eyes off her legs as 
the pee still trickled down them. This only made his urge stronger, so he 
pulled his cock out and peed right there. He didn't turn away or make any 
effort to hide his member; he just relieved himself, shook it off and put it 
back before telling her that they ought to get her cleaned up before anyone 
found out what she had done. He told her to follow and almost lead her back 
to his tent with his arm steering her from behind. She went with him 
compliantly, although I think she was still in some shock.

Back at the tent he busied himself getting a towel, bowl of water and a 
cloth to aid him in cleaning his little fledgling. He lifted her dress out 
of the way and started to wash her thighs, she didn't stop him in fact she 
did absolutely nothing. Was this a pattern? Did all the girls around here 
like to be lead? He got a little bolder and wiped over her pussy with the 
cloth looking for a reaction from her. She just stood there still blubbering 
lightly to herself, ashamed of what she had done. He explained to her that 
he could wash her knickers and dress and they would be dry in an hour or so. 
She didn't answer him, so he offered her use of his tent to change in and 
also said she could put one of his shirts on until her own clothes were 
ready. For the first time she spoke, almost inaudible to him she just 
answered 'really?' With that he lead her into his tent taking the cloth, 
towel, and bowl of warm water with them. Once inside he let the door flap 
fall into place and he went right back to work on her pee streaked legs, 
only this time when he reached her knickers he hooked his fingers into the 
band and slipped them down her legs. Watching for a negative reaction from 
her, which never came, he carried on washing her thighs and on to her pussy. 
Hard now; he found it hard to hide his erection in only a pair of loose 
fitting shorts, hoping that she was still averting her eyes due to her 
embarrassment he continued. Her pussy was quite big even for a girl her 
size, her labia was quite pronounced, as was her clitoris.

He started to unbutton her dress. This was a little harder than removing her 
knickers, she obviously felt a little more vulnerable now and her hands kept 
getting in the way. Buttons down the front all the way down to the bottom 
but he wouldn't need to go that far before he got it off. She was getting 
really reluctant to let him go any further, so he handed her one of his 
smaller shirts telling her she could put it on as soon as he had removed her 
dress. This seem to appease her for the time being, enough anyway for him to 
finish unbuttoning her dress and slipping it off her shoulders onto the 
floor. She made a very conscious effort to cover her tits up once the dress 
dropped to the floor, but he complimented her on the way she looked telling 
her she was cute and that she had nice boobs. He went on further to 
compliment other parts of her body after she told him she looked fat and 
ugly. He did this by touching her in the various places and telling her what 
he liked about them, she un-used to this kind of compliment from anyone, 
never mind a complete stranger who's tent she was now stood in naked. He 
touched her hair saying how shiny and lush it looked, he touched her 
shoulders telling her that they looked milky soft, he went on to touch her 
arms moving in towards her breasts telling her they looked sweet and 
succulent like fruit, almost good enough to eat. This last comment got a 
giggle from her and I realised for the first time she was no longer crying. 
He ran his hands down her sides telling her that although she had a little 
extra at the moment, as she got older it would mostly disappear. As he got 
to her hips he massaged her them moving round to massage her butt and the 
top of her thighs, he pulled her towards him gently so he could be closer to 
her treasures. He wanted so much to just bury his tongue into her folds; he 
could smell her pussy from this distance although it mostly smelt of pee he 
didn't care. He continued to tell her how nice she looked and how much he 
liked what he saw, maybe a little too much for one who was not used to it. 
She covered up again so he lifted the shirt around her shoulders so she 
wouldn't feel as vulnerable.

He collected her clothes together and busied himself washing them, he was 
always sure to have warm or hot water on the fire he had found an abundant 
supply early on in his recon of this place and every time he used some he 
was always quick to replace it ready for the next time he might need it. 
Whether it is for a drink or washing, maybe cooking or in this instance for 
laundry. Once he had finished he rang all the clothes out and hung them on 
his make shift washing line behind the tent, he stood triumphant in his 
endeavours with the full knowledge that she would not be leaving anytime 
soon, at least not without her clothes. He went back into the tent and she 
hadn't moved an inch from the spot he had left her in, maybe this was 
another that was used to being told just what to do by an adult. Children 
should be seen and not heard; children should listen to their elders etc 
etc. He guessed that this was probably the sort of background she came from. 
He looked down at her feet and realised she still had her shoes and socks 
on, socks which had gotten a little wet from her mishap, so he had her sit 
down and he removed them, taking the socks out to wash and hang to dry. It 
didn't take him long, although he was rushing a little now. Impatient to get 
back to his cute plump little naked wood pigeon.

Once back inside he pulled over a box and sat down on it. It looked like a 
fishing tackle box, the kind that had a seat on top. He pulled her back to 
her feet and between his legs so he could wash the bottom of her legs and 
feet. She went quite willingly, although she did look a little puzzled at 
first. Once he started to wash her again she relaxed, and as he raised her 
feet off the floor she steadied herself by putting her hand on his lap just 
inches away from his now throbbing, dribbling cock. He wished she would move 
her hand higher and actually grab hold of his meat, he wanted to feel her 
little chubby hand around his cock, he wanted her to jack him off so he 
could cum all over her sweet naked flesh. He could wish for anything, it 
probably wasn't going to happen. However he did think he would be able to 
get off with this little one, how far she would let him go was a mystery at 
this moment, but he was going to find out.

His washing slowly became more fondling than washing; he dropped the cloth 
in favour of his bare hand still using a little soap for lubrication. His 
hand glided up her leg towards her thigh, past her knee and onwards up 
towards her pussy. He knew he had already washed her there but was hoping 
she wouldn't realise or say anything, and just let him get on with it. Which 
ever it was, she said nothing as he washed her inner thigh moving towards 
her sweet plump lips. He didn't even bother with the soap now; he just 
massaged her lips, stroking her sweet pussy. Using two fingers to part her 
lips he used a third to stroke her inner lips up to her clitoris, placing 
his other hand behind her onto her butt to steady her he went to work. He 
moistened his fingers and went to work on her pussy and clit, whilst 
massaging her buttocks with his other hand sliding a finger between her 
cheeks to tickle her rose bud. Straight away he could tell she was a little 
uncomfortable with this so he stopped, and concentrated on her pussy.

He couldn't believe how willing she was, to stand there naked and let a 
complete stranger fondle her pussy. She was beginning to enjoy it too, she 
had closed her eyes and her breathing was now quicker and laboured. She was 
almost panting now, so he dipped his finger into her pussy looking for some 
moister to help lube her clit. He didn't really expect to find any, but he 
was pleasantly surprised to find she was producing some. Not a lot, but 
enough for what he needed it for. She was leaning on him in a big way now, 
almost sitting on his lap so he pulled her closer so his cock was actually 
touching her through his shorts. He could now rub himself against her 
gently, he couldn't keep it up long though or he would have been coming in 
his pants and he wanted to save his first cum for her. He increased his 
efforts on her pussy determined to be the one to give her, her very first 
orgasm. He moved his other arm around her body and up to her breasts, 
cupping one in his hand he began to tweak and tease her puffy nipple. This 
did it for her and she started to buck and twist in his arms, so he made his 
final move and thrust his finger deep into her pussy penetrating her hymen 
whilst she was in the throws of her very first orgasm. Whether she felt any 
pain I couldn't tell, for she showed no signs of it.

He had managed to give her, her first orgasm and popped her cherry all at 
the same time. Apart from a little blood on his finger and her pussy, there 
were no real signs of what he had done. She was tired from her sexual 
climax, and she rested herself on him. He asked if she would like to lie 
down and she just nodded, so he took her in his arms and carried her over to 
the airbed. Lying down next to her as he placed her on the mattress, he 
cradled her in his arms.

He needed some relief of his own now; he had brought her to the peaks of 
pleasure so now it was his turn. He quietly so not to disturb her, slipped 
his shorts down and off. He pulled her on top of him so he could feel her 
naked flesh against his hard cock; she seemed to be in a daze as he tried to 
remove his t-shirt. Maybe he should have waited until he had removed his 
t-shirt before pulling her on top, but he struggled and eventually managed 
to get it off.

He started to rub her body all over, to massage her and make her feel good, 
all in preparation for what he was about to do. Then he positioned her so 
his cock was between her legs and began to rub himself up and down her slit. 
There was plenty of lubrication, what with her cum and a little blood oozing 
out of her, and his cock almost constantly pouring pre-cum he slipped the 
head of his cock just inside the entrance to her pussy and pushed gently. 
She was extremely tight, and although he had already torn her hymen it 
obviously wasn't enough to allow his penis past. He had to push harder just 
to get it to go in an inch or two, before her eyes opened widely and she 
started to cry, telling him 'no please no'. He ignored her pleas and 
continued his journey into her body, she was crying now and trying to push 
herself off him but he didn't let go and actually double his effort to 
penetrate her. He did try to calm her down a little telling her it would be 
alright in a moment, but he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. He was too 
far-gone for that, a couple more thrusts and he would be filling her tiny 
hole with his seed. He decided he needed to get it over and done with, so he 
pulled back do just the tip was inside and he plunged himself into her with 
as much force as he dared so not to injure her. It worked, he felt her wall 
give way to him and he was almost halfway into her. The look of terror and 
pain was obvious on her face, but she had stopped crying for the moment. He 
tried to sooth her whilst he slowly fucked her, telling her it the worst was 
over and the pain would go away. I don't think she believed him, but at that 
time he didn't care. Once again he had blown caution to the wind, and over 
stepped the boundaries he had set himself. He may have ruined his vacation 
all for one quick fuck. Right at that moment he didn't care, he was in the 
throws of passion or pure lust. As he felt her running his hands all over 
her body he thrust into her with a quickening pace, he felt himself getting 
close to his own orgasm. She was so tight and so sweet he kissed and licked 
her face; he thrust as deep as he could one final time as he came filling 
her immature body with his adult seed.

He didn't panic even though he knew he had just raped her, taken her without 
her consent. Although she hadn't stopped him at first, she had said a 
definite no during penetration. He knew she wouldn't be going anywhere soon, 
so he had time to formulate a plan to save his arse or at least to keep him 
out of jail. But before all that he figured he might be able to fuck his 
little toy again, he hoped so. For now he just lay there with her lying on 
top of him, his cock still buried inside her. Although he had already come, 
his cock didn't deflate as it normally would, it only went down a little. 
Maybe it was because she was so tight, the pressure kept him semi-hard and 
this pleased him.

He felt the all too familiar urge to piss and was annoyed with himself for 
leaving his sleeping bag on the airbed; otherwise he would have relieved 
himself inside her. The thought made him excited and he began to slide in 
and out of her again, even knowing that he would have to pull out and go 
outside for a piss. A couple of minutes later he had to stop and he withdrew 
from inside her, it felt good on his cock head as he slid out. He moved from 
under her, trying to get up to go outside. She clung to him like she didn't 
want him to leave he couldn't believe it, he had just raped her, took her 
cherry against her will. Yet here she was clinging to him like he was her 
lover, father, or even her saviour. He had no choice but to take her with 
him. Checking outside first to make sure no one was around, he exited the 
tent and hurried to the nearest bush for a piss. He just lifted her up high 
enough to avoid peeing on her and let go, it felt good to be emptying his 
bladder, and it felt even nicer to be doing it with a preteen sex toy in his 
arms. All of a sudden he could feel something warm on his hip running down 
his leg, he looked down and could see she was peeing on him, this only made 
him hard again. Still peeing his cock grew so instead of peeing on the floor 
he was now peeing on her butt, thigh, and pussy. He held her lips open and 
aimed his stream directly at her clit; he knew she would be tender there, 
her stream hitting his engorged and tender cock head. They held each other 
tight until they had finished, then he hurried back to the tent and the 
safety of cover.

This is where it had all started in the first place, her having an accident 
and with him cleaning her up afterwards. Although this time there had been 
no accident.
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