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David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 11: The Good Samaritan M/F, Old/Young

   It was raining.  No, it was more than that - someone upstairs had tipped
over a barrel.  It was pouring down rain.  The windshield wipers were just
barely able to keep up with the downpour.  Traffic was moving slowly on the
Interstate.  David Donaldson was on his way home from another highly
successful consulting gig.  He didn't mind the rain.  He had plenty of time
to get home and was in a great mood.

   Then he saw a set of emergency flashers up ahead.  He slowed down.  The
flashers belonged to a late 90's Taurus parked along the side of the
freeway.  The trunk was open.  Someone had a flat tire.  David slowed down
further and pulled in ahead of the old Ford.  He pulled his rain slicker
out of the back seat, pulled his Milwaukee Brewers baseball cap down tight
on his head, slid across the seat to get out on the passenger side of the
midnight blue Cadillac, and stepped out into the rain.

   "Need some help?" David asked as he came around the back of the Taurus.

   "Shit!  You scared the hell out of me," squeaked the thoroughly soaked
person squatting next to the right rear of the car.  She, he presumed it
was a she from the sound of the voice, had dropped the jack handle.

   "Why don't you get back in the car and stay warm while I finish this?"
David asked.  "I can see you're struggling and it will only take me a
minute or two to get you back on the road."

   She looked at him, skeptically.  But she was considering his offer.

   "I'm already as wet as I'm likely to get, Mr.  and I don't know you. 
What if you're some serial killer or something?"

   "Well, in that case, I'd have already bashed you over the head, or
drugged you, or done something else.  My name's David.  David Donaldson,"
he finished putting out his hand.

   She looked at his hand and then, reaching a decision, she put down the
tire iron and put her wet hand in his warm, dry, one.

   "I'm Crystal.  Go ahead.  This isn't working out very well for me."

   "Well, let's see if I can make things better for you, OK?  Do you have
any dry clothing in your car?"

   "Mr., I don't have any clothing with me except what I'm wearing."

   "OK, well, get in out of this rain and run your heater - your teeth are
chattering."

   Crystal didn't say anything.  She got up and got back into her car.  A
moment later, David heard the motor start up.  He turned his attention to
getting the car up on the jack so the flat could be removed.  That was the
work of a few moments for someone with David's unique abilities.  His
fingers worked like air wrenches, quickly getting the lug nuts off the
flat. He pulled the wheel off and set it aside, then went back to the trunk
for the spare.

   "Hmmm...well, this is going to be a problem," he said to no one in
particular.  The spare was flat.  It was one of those donut jobs, but
something had damaged this one and it was now about as useless as a screen
door in a submarine.  David picked up the flat tire and looked at it.  The
sidewall was completely ruined -- no hope at all of repairing it.  He
tossed it (gently) into the trunk of his car.

   He knocked on the passenger window of Crystal's car.  It slid down and
she leaned over from the driver's side to see what he wanted.

   "Crystal, I've got some bad news.  Your tire is shot and so is your
spare.  There's an exit about a mile north of here, and maybe there's a
tire store with a mechanic.  Maybe they've got a tire that'll fit this rim
- it's a pretty common size."

   Tears began to run down Crystal's cheeks.

   "I don't have any money.  I've got just enough gas to get home and
that's it.  I maybe have ten bucks," she said, sobbing.

   "Where's home?"

   "Moose Lake."

   Moose Lake is a small community located a little over a hundred miles
north of St.  Paul on Interstate 35.  Its claim to fame is a mental
hospital.  Well, it used to be a mental hospital - I think they turned it
into a prison a few years back.

   David had been headed out of Rochester and was still south of the Twin
Cities when he'd come across this damsel in distress.

   "OK.  Crystal, here's what we're going to do.  Grab your keys, lock your
car, and come with me.  We're going to find a tire store in the next little
burg and get you a tire.  I'll pay for it.  Then we'll come back and I'll
put the tire on, and you can be on your way.  You need to find a new spare
though because yours is shot.  Try a junk yard."

   She started to protest.  "I can't let you do all that," she said, still
sobbing.

   "Crystal, listen to me.  I have a daughter.  She's older than you, but
I'm still her daddy.  If she was stranded I would hope that someone would
help her just like I'm helping you.  C'mon.  Let's get going before
everything closes and we can't get a tire."

   David held out his hand and Crystal took it.  It was ice cold.  He led
her to the passenger side of his car and helped her in.  She was still
crying.  David went around to his side of the Cadillac and got in.  Seconds
later he was back on the freeway headed north.

   At the next exit, David pulled off and headed into the little town. 
There was indeed a tire store - one of those national chain tire stores -
but they were closed "for inventory." The old fashioned "filling station"
with a real live mechanic is, apparently, a thing of the past.  There was
no place to get a new tire.  Crystal's car wasn't going anywhere without
one.  Crystal was scared.

   "OK, let's talk about plan B.  Your car isn't going anywhere until we
get a tire.  We can't get a tire until tomorrow.  You're soaked to the skin
and your teeth are chattering even though I've got the heater on max.  You
need dry clothing and some rest.  There's gotta be a big box mart some
place near here where we can get you some dry clothing.  Then we'll figure
out what to do next, preferably over a hot meal."

   "I told you I don't have any money."

   "My hearing works just fine, thank you, and, as it happens, you don't
need money because I have some."

   "I'm not having sex with you."

   David's mouth hung open in surprise.  He hadn't even thought of bedding
this little waif.  And she was little.  Stick thin with the last vestiges
of teenaged acne on her face; she had short straight hair that was mostly
dark brown except for streaks of fuchsia here and there.  She was wearing
glasses, which added to her mousy look.  She wasn't his type by any means,
and up to this point he hadn't even thought about sex with her.

   "Is that what you thought this was about?  Really?  Crystal, you watch
too much television.  Not every Good Samaritan is an axe murderer or a sex
fiend.  "

   David knew before he even spoke that this was one of those no-win
scenarios.  Like when your wife asks you "if I died, would you re-marry?"
just as you're going to fall asleep.  No way to answer that without pissing
her off.  It's a trick question.

   "So, you don't think I'm pretty enough to have sex with then?"

   "Crystal, sex isn't about pretty or handsome.  Sex is about lust and
sometimes about love.  Different things turn different people on.  Now, do
you want my help or do you want me to drive you back to your car and drop
you off?"

   Crystal sat in silence for a moment, her head down.  The wind shield
wipers made their whoosh-whoosh noises.  The rain beat on the metal skin of
the car.  The lights from other cars made weird prisms as their beams
passed through the rain drops running down the windows.

   "I'm sorry.  I'm being a total jerk.  You're trying to help me.  I know
that.  But I just broke up with my boyfriend and I lost my job.  I'm kind
of messed up right now, and I'm scared.  I don't know what to do or who to
trust."

   "Did you call your parents and tell them you were coming home?"

   "My phone got shut off cos I didn't pay the bill.  My mom doesn't know
I'm coming."

   "What about your Dad?"

   "He died about ten years ago."

   "I'm sorry, Crystal.  OK, you're in a bad place right now and I can't do
anything about your boyfriend or your job, but I can let you use my cell
phone and I can make sure you get some dry clothes and a safe place to stay
for the night.  Then, tomorrow, we'll get your tire fixed and you can
finish your trip home."

   David took out his iPhone, unlocked it, and handed it to Crystal.  She
took it without a word and made a call.

   "Mom?  Hi.  No, it isn't my phone.  Mine got shut off.  Listen, Mom, bad
stuff has been happening to me and I need to come home for a little bit and
get things sorted out.  Just for a week or so until I can get something
else figured.  I got fired.  One of the customers pinched my butt and I
slapped him.  He was a friend of the owner.  Go figure.  Yeah, I know. 
Billy?  We broke up.  He was cheating on me with Stacy.  Look, I'll be home
sometime tomorrow.  Love you too.  Bye."

   She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to David.

   "Thank you," she said.

   "You're welcome.  Now, I want you to call a friend, since you didn't
seem to want to tell your mother about your car, and tell them what your
situation is and who is helping you."

   "Why do you want me to do that?"

   "Because you would be foolish not to."

   "You're weird."

   David smiled and handed Crystal the phone again.  She made another call.
This one was longer, and by the time it was done, David was pulling into
the parking lot of one of those big box stores that's open 24/7.

   Crystal ended the call and handed the phone back.

   "Now what?"

   "Here's 200 bucks.  Go in and buy yourself something to wear, and any
other girl stuff you might need for the night.  While you're doing that,
I'm going to find a couple of hotel rooms and a good place to eat."

   "OK, but you're still weird.  Nice, but weird," Crystal said, pocketing
the money and opening her door.  She dashed through the rain, which was
slowing down considerably, and soon disappeared into the depths of retail
hell.

   David consulted his trusty iPhone and soon had a pair of rooms at a
nearby chain hotel next to a restaurant.  How convenient was that?

   Half an hour later, and much sooner than he had expected, Crystal came
back out of the store with a couple of bags and an umbrella.  Her old
clothes were in the bags.  She was wearing the new, dry, clothes and a new
jacket.

   "Caught a sale," she said, breathlessly as she climbed back into the
car. "Here's your change."

   "Keep it - you'll need it to buy a tire tomorrow morning."

   David put the car in gear and they drove off into the dark, wet,
evening.

   "I found us a place to stay.  Let's get situated there and then go get
something to eat.  There's a place next to the hotel.  It's pretty generic,
but that also means it's predictable.  We should at least be able to get
filled up for a reasonable price."

   Crystal was quiet on the drive to the hotel.  She gave her name to the
clerk when he asked for it and then silently took her key after signing in.
They had adjoining rooms.  Crystal was still shivering with cold.  David
wrapped his jacket around her as they walked to the elevator.

   "Take a hot shower and then we'll go get something to eat," he told her
as she put the key in the door to her room.  "Come and knock on my door
when you're ready to go."

   "OK," she said, quietly as she disappeared into her room and the door
closed behind her with a soft click.

   David set his suitcase on the stand in the closet and took out his
laptop.  He had to rearrange a few things for the next day in order to help
Crystal.  He was working away when he heard a knock on his door.

   "That was quick," he thought as he went to answer it.  Then he looked at
his watch and realized that he'd been working for half an hour.

   "Here's your jacket," Crystal said, handing him the jacket he'd placed
on her shoulders on their way up to the rooms.

   "Thanks.  I don't know about you, Crystal, but I'm famished," David said
as they walked back down the hall to the elevator.  Crystal grunted
something that sounded affirmative but was otherwise silent.

   About ten minutes later they were in a booth at Perkins.  Yeah, I know,
Perkins.  Hey, it's boring, but they are absolutely everywhere and the food
is pretty much the same in all of them.  And, you can get breakfast 24/7.
David ordered the "Classic Egg Favorites" with bacon, hot cakes, and decaf.
Crystal ordered a salad.

   "How do you stay so trim eating food like that," Crystal asked as the
waitress walked off with their orders.

   "I'm pure of heart and I work out a lot," David said, smiling.  "If she
only knew," he thought.  And then he had another thought.  Slowly a plan
began to form in his mind, a plan to help Crystal get over this little bump
in the road of life.  "Why not?  What can it hurt?" Those two questions
have caused more trouble than any other six words uttered in the history of
humanity.

   Crystal actually laughed at this.  It wasn't a full blown belly laugh,
but it was a chuckle, and it left a smile in its wake.

   Over the meal, which they both badly needed, David was able to draw
Crystal out a bit about her school and work situation.  Crystal had always
been something of a loner.  She was, she said, the ugly duckling.  She'd
grown up shy and timid.  She was bad at standing up for herself.  Her
boyfriend had been a real jerk - verbally abusive and prone to mind games.
Her mom worked two jobs and hadn't had much time for Crystal after her
husband, Crystal's father, passed away.

   The bottom line, as far as David was concerned, was that Crystal had
very low self esteem and an almost total lack of self respect.  She
slouched when she stood.  She always looked as though she was about to get
slapped.  She cringed a lot.  David felt that it would be a good idea for
him to give her some Master PC help.

   David kept the conversation focused on Crystal.  He teased her gently
and made her laugh a few more times.

   When their meal was finished, they went back to the hotel and their
respective rooms.  David changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, his
standard lounging attire, and fired up his laptop again.  This time,
instead of his e-mail or word processing software, he called up the Master
PC program.  Seconds later, a picture of Crystal, now in a t-shirt and
panties, was slowly rotating on the screen.

   "OK, where to start..."

   For the next twenty minutes the only sound in the room was the clicking
of keys and the air handling system cycling on and off.  Finally...

   "There.  That ought to do it for starters."

   David had programmed in some changes to Crystal's personality that would
gradually take effect over the next few days and weeks.  He'd also
programmed in some physical changes that she would enjoy - a few of those
would be apparent to her as soon as she next looked into a mirror, while
others would take a bit to make themselves known.  She would be stronger,
both mentally and physically, have a more positive outlook, and be able to
see others as people she needed to relate to rather than as threats.

   He had just finished when his room phone rang.

   "That's odd," he thought.  "Well, I suppose it's the manager calling to
thank me for staying at his hotel and making sure I have everything I need
for the night."

   Instead, it was Crystal.

   "David?  Would you come to my room please?"

   She sounded all weepy again.

   "Sure.  I'll be right there."

   He grabbed his room key and went next door, knocking lightly and then
stepping back.  He didn't want to appear in any way threatening.

   The door opened.  The room was dark.  David stepped in.  The next thing
he knew, Crystal was in his arms with her head against his chest and she
was sobbing.

   "Crystal?  What's wrong kiddo?"

   "W-w-w-would y-y-you hold me please?" J-j-j-ust hold me?" Crystal
managed to get out through the sobs.

   David did what she asked.  He held her, gently stroking her back and
hair and letting her feel his warmth and strength.  She was shaking.  It
was cold in the room - she hadn't turned the heat up.

   "Crystal, you're freezing.  Let's get you into bed and under the covers.
You need to warm up."

   She allowed him to lead her to the bed and tuck her in.

   "I don't want to be alone tonight.  Would you stay with me and hold me?"

   David thought "Oh-oh - this could be trouble," but what he said aloud
was, "Sure Crystal.  I'll stay right here with you." He got an extra
blanket out of the closet and then lay down next to Crystal on top of the
bed spread.  He pulled the blanket over both of them and put his arm over
Crystal, careful not to let his hand go someplace it wasn't supposed to.

   "You need to be under the covers, David."

   Warning bells were clanging in David's brain.  He wasn't wearing
anything under the shorts.  This was dynamite for sure, but the sniffling
young girl lying next to him was, he figured, not thinking about anything
except how scared and miserable she felt.

   Very carefully, David insinuated himself under the covers.  Crystal
immediately rolled into his arms and snuggled up to him with her head at
his chest.  She was shaking.  He rubbed her back and pulled the covers
tighter around them.

   Gradually the sobbing and sniffling subsided and he felt her body relax.
Her breathing was soft and regular.  She was asleep.  She'd gone from
scared and teary eyed to asleep in just a few minutes.  Well, at least she
wasn't afraid of him anymore.

   David smiled as he thought of what Julia would say when he told her this
story.  "You were in bed with a young girl and you didn't fuck her?" And
with that thought in mind, he went to sleep...and woke up some time later
from a very erotic dream in which he'd been getting a deliciously slow and
very wet blow job.

   Only it wasn't a dream.  There was a very wet, very insistent, mouth on
his dick.  For the first few moments after David woke up in the darkened
room he was just disoriented enough to think that Julia had come on this
road trip after all (she'd begged off due to a family event she needed to
attend).  Only when his hands went down to find the full head of blonde
hair, they met the short straight hair of a stranger.

   No, not a stranger.  David sat bolt upright in bed and threw back the
covers.  The warm wet mouth that had engulfed his member belonged to
Crystal.  He couldn't make out her face in the dark but there wasn't anyone
else in the room.

   "Crystal?  What the hell are you doing?"

   He hadn't meant that to sound angry, but it must have because he felt
Crystal cringe.  Then she jumped off the bed and fled to the bathroom.  He
heard the door lock behind her.

   "Oh shit," David muttered.  "Here we go.  What an asshole you are
Donaldson."

   David got up and nearly tripped over his shorts.  He pulled them back up
over his wet (and still erect) cock and walked to the bathroom.

   "Crystal?  I'm not mad.  I was just surprised is all."

   He could hear her sobbing behind the door.

   "C'mon out and let's talk about this OK?  Please?"

   "You think I'm stupid and ugly," Crystal said between sobs.

   "No, I don't.  C'mon, Crystal, open the door and let's talk about this."

   Crystal didn't say anything.  David went and sat on the bed trying to
figure out his next move.  Sometimes being a genius times two doesn't mean
you have all the answers.  This was one of those times.

   About five minutes later the bathroom door opened.  There was a brief
burst of light before the bathroom light was turned off.  David heard bare
feet on carpet approach the bed and then felt the mattress move slightly as
someone sat down on it.

   "I'm sorry," Crystal said, her voice very small.  She sounded like a ten
year old.

   David put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him.  "It's OK.
I kind of liked it."

   "Really?  You liked it?" Her voice changed slightly with the compliment.

   "Show me a guy who doesn't like receiving oral sex and I'll show you a
really weird guy."

   "My old boy friend said I wasn't very good at sucking his penis."

   "Your old boyfriend is an idiot."

   Crystal giggled a little.

   "You have a really big penis."

   "Yes, it goes with my really big mouth," David said, and got another
giggle from Crystal.  "If you don't mind my asking, why were you sucking on
it?"

   "I woke up, sorta, and you must have been having a really great dream
because your penis was all hard and I could feel it pressing against me. 
And, well, you've been so nice, and I don't have any way to repay you, and
I just thought, well, you know, I'd do that instead."

   "There's nothing to repay," David said, hugging her.  "Sex shouldn't be
currency - you shouldn't have to trade blowjobs for the things you want.  I
know some people, women and men, sell sex to make ends meet, but that
should be a choice, a conscious decision, not something done out of
desperation.  If you want to have sex with someone it ought to be because
you like them and want to experience pleasure with them, not because you
feel obligated."

   Crystal suddenly moved so that she was straddling David's lap, her face
inches from his.  He could feel her breath.  And, then her mouth was on his
and she was kissing him.  He responded automatically and kissed her back,
then broke the kiss.

   "Crystal, you don't have to -"

   She cut him off.  "I want this.  I want to have sex with someone who's
not a jerk and who isn't just using me to get himself off."

   David said nothing but drew Crystal's mouth back to his and kissed her.
He kissed her with all the skill and passion that he could put into a kiss.
His cock was an iron bar attempting to rip through his shorts.  Crystal was
grinding her pubis against his cock, dry humping him; moaning into his
mouth.  David's hands moved down Crystal's back and cupped her tiny ass
cheeks pulling her more tightly against him.  Her arms wound around his
neck and she hugged him so fiercely he thought she might break something.

   Gently, without breaking the kiss, David maneuvered Crystal onto her
back.  He pulled her panties down and off and then her t-shirt.  She was
naked.  He couldn't make out more than just the outline of her thin body
against the white sheets but it didn't matter.  He stripped out of his own
clothes.  He crouched over Crystal's naked body on all fours and began to
kiss her.  He started with her mouth and then he began to kiss her face; to
trace the line of her jaw with his lips and tongue; down her neck and
across her collar bone.

   Crystal reached down and tried to stroke David's cock, but he wasn't
having any of that at the moment and as he kissed his way down to her chest
he was out of her reach for now.  He'd give her ample time to explore him
later, but for now he intended to focus all of his attention and skill on
Crystal.  She didn't have much for tits - calling them A-cup would have
been generous.  But her nipples were like little diamonds on her chest and
he tended to them as if they'd been sitting on top of a pair of double-D's.
She moaned as his tongue teased her turgid teats.  He sucked them and
licked them and Crystal loved it.  She was squirming on the bed beneath him
her hips pumping the air in a vain attempt to find his cock and engulf it
in her wet warmth.  He smiled as he kissed his way down from her chest with
a brief pause at her belly button where his sudden tongue thrust made her
squeal with delight.

   As he kissed his way toward her pubic mound he heard her sharp intake of
breath.  Her body was taut with anticipation.  Her fingers gripped the bed
sheets, her hands clenching and unclenching as she anticipated what was
next.  He didn't have the heart to tease her as he would have liked.  She
needed to have an orgasm and she needed it badly.

   He could smell her arousal.  It was pungent and fresh.  It was musky and
thick.  To him it was the sweetest perfume on the planet and he never got
tired of the scent.  David kissed his way through the tangle of fur at the
top of her mound (Ben Dover would definitely call this a "proper pussy")
and then, using his thumbs to spread Crystal's outer labia, he covered her
wet sex with his mouth licking up and down the slit with long strokes of
his tongue.

   Crystal put her fist in her mouth and screamed.  She grabbed the pillow
and pulled it over her face and screamed some more.  Her body arched up off
the bed and began to jerk spastically while David hung on and kept licking.
He hadn't even really gotten to her clitoris yet and was almost afraid to.
Her juices were like ambrosia to him and he lapped them for all he was
worth.  Her hands had found his head and she was pulling him more tightly
to her pubis, as if he needed any encouragement.  He found the tiny nodule
of nerves and gristle at the top of her slit and lashed it with his tongue
like a Hitachi set on high speed.

   Crystal's legs clamped around his head as she went wild.  She tried to
roll over and nearly broke David's neck in the process.  Somehow he held on
to the bucking animal that Crystal had become and continued his oral
assault until she begged him to stop.  She was sobbing, but this time it
was with pleasure.

   "O-O-O-oh-my-god," she whimpered, "I never knew.  I never knew it could
feel like this."

   David moved back up and kissed Crystal's mouth, enjoying the feeling of
her passionate response.  Her legs came up and he allowed her to capture
his hips with them.  She reached between them and gripped his cock, pulling
it down to where her wet pussy was waiting for him to fill it.

   "Is this what you want, Crystal?"

   "Yesssssss," she hissed.  "Putitinmeplease," she gasped making it all
one word.

   David pressed forward and her aim had been good because the head of his
big dick found her opening and he was soon sliding inside her.

   "Oh, god...so big...so big...fuck...so big...go slow...oh...fuck...go
slow...go slow..."

   She was tight.  Crystal had obviously never had anyone as big as David.
He imagined that he might be only the second man ever to penetrate this
little waif.  He worked his way slowly deeper and deeper inside of her,
pulling back and then pushing forward, pulling back again and then pushing
a bit further inside, whispering to her about how good she felt to him and
how much pleasure he was getting from this.

   He doubted that she was listening.  Her mouth was open in amazement as
he kept on penetrating her.  She was barely breathing.  He was monitoring
her for signs of distress but all he felt was her hips urging him on, her
ankles locked around him pulling him more tightly to her.

   Finally, when he had pushed as much of himself inside of her as he felt
she could take for now he pulled all the way back until just the head of
his cock was still captured by her pussy portal.  And then he pushed all
the way back to the point where he had stopped before.  Slowly out and
slowly in.  That was the pattern.  That was the rhythm.  Crystal was using
her legs to pull herself up against him as he thrust into her.

   Gradually Crystal's pussy opened to his length and girth.  He was
clearly plowing some of this field for the first time.  He was boldly going
where no man had gone before.  After about five minutes of almost leisurely
fucking David felt his balls press against Crystal's perineum.  He stopped
and flexed his cock inside Crystal's pussy.

   "Oh...fuck...that's huge..." she murmured.

   "You've got it all, Crystal.  Every last inch."

   "Really?" Crystal seemed to come back from wherever she'd been,
mentally, and she looked down her body trying to see in the dim light
created by the hotel parking lot lights peaking through the inadequately
closed drapes.  One of her tiny hands sneaked between their bodies and she
touched the place where they were joined.

   "Oh my god...I've got all of that monster inside of me...and I'm not
dead.  Fuck that feels great."

   "It's going to feel a lot better in a minute," David said.

   Not waiting for a response David began to move his hips faster and with
more force.  Now that he knew she could handle his entire cock he began to
really fuck her.  Every bit of skill he possessed as a cocksman was called
upon in this moment.  Long strokes, short strokes, hard strokes, different
strokes ("what you talkin' about Willis?) he used them all.

   Crystal started cumming and quickly reached the point where she didn't
know where one orgasm ended and the next one began.  It was spectacular. 
David felt her pussy clamping and releasing and it was all he could do to
hold his own orgasm back.  Her legs fell to the bed, twitching and jerking,
her toes curling.  David reached back and grasped her legs behind the knees
and pushed them back up and apart.  He started pile driving his cock into
her wide open cunt hole, his balls slapping against her asshole on each
stroke.

   Crystal was grunting and squealing like a little pig, babbling like an
idiot, tears of pleasure and joy running down her face.  Nothing in her
life had ever given her this much pleasure.  Sensing that she was near some
sort of apotheosis, David increased the speed of his thrusts.  Crystal's
body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, and then her entire being
knotted up into one clenching muscle spasming orgasm and she shouted a
single word:

   "FUCK!"

   David released his own orgasm at this point and gasped with pleasure as
he emptied his balls into this young girl's vagina.  She felt the flood and
another small wave of pleasure washed over her.

   David moved her right leg over and got himself into the spoon position
without letting his cock pull out of Crystal's pussy.  He wrapped her in
his arms, managed to find a corner of the sheet and covered them both with
it.  Crystal pushed her hips back against him, her pussy still firing
little spasms of delight to her brain.  She liked having his cock inside
her.  That was the last thing she thought before going to sleep.

   David woke in the half light of the morning peeping in through the
drapes.  They had separated during the night.  He very carefully got out of
bed, retrieved his shorts and t-shirt, and crept out of the room back to
his own.  A quick shower, a shave, and some clean clothes and he was back
out in the hall and headed for the exit.  It was after nine.  He drove back
to the tire store and got a tire put on the rim.  Then he convinced, with
the aid of Mr.  Franklin, one of the tire sales people to go back with him
to put the tire on Crystal's car and bring it back to the hotel.  He
dropped the salesman back at his store, thanked him again, and went back to
the hotel.

   "Crystal?  You up yet?" David asked as he knocked on her door.

   She opened it, buck naked and obviously just out of the shower.  He
stepped inside and closed the door before anyone in the hall could see
(there wasn't anyone, but just in case...).  She threw her arms around him
and kissed him.  He noticed that her face was free of acne - it was like
she had never had a pimple in her life.  She was glowing.  She was still
rail thin, but he could tell that some of the changes he had made in her
were already starting to take effect.  This was not the frail little waif
he'd befriended the afternoon before.

   Her hand went to his crotch.  He covered it with his own, moving it
away.

   "Time to get dressed Crystal," he said, laughing.

   "Oh, poo.  I want some more of your cock."

   David smiled, thinking of how she had been calling it a penis just hours
earlier.

   "How about some breakfast?"

   "I want sausage.  A big sausage."

   "I think I've created a monster," David said, laughing.  "Now, c'mon and
get dressed.  I'm starving and I'll bet you are too."

   "Oh, all right," Crystal said, pouting, but he could tell she didn't
really mean it.  She was dressed in a flash and they were soon back in the
very same Perkins they'd eaten at the night before.

   David ordered steak and eggs this time.  Crystal ordered pancakes.  She
ate like someone who hadn't had anything to eat for several days.

   "Want more pancakes?"

   "No, thanks, I think if I eat any more I'll burst."

   David poured some more coffee.

   "What are we going to do about my car?"

   "It's already done."

   "What?"

   "Well, while you were sleeping like a dead person, I was up and doing
things.  You have a new right rear tire, and if you stop by the tire store
on your way out, they'll put three more on for you plus replace your spare.
Oh, and I filled the gas tank."

   Crystal's eyes filled with tears.

   "Why?"

   "Why not?"

   "Tell me why you did this."

   "Did you ever go to Sunday School?"

   "Yeah, when I was a little kid.  Before my dad died."

   "They ever teach you about the Good Samaritan?"

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "Well, I learned that lesson too.  It's probably the only one that stuck
with me.  When I see someone in trouble, I want to help them.  You were
obviously in trouble.  I thought I should stop and see if there was
something I could do."

   "Well, I'm glad you did.  And, I'm glad we did all that other stuff
too," Crystal said, and now a little smirk appeared as she thought of what
they'd done the night before.

   "Yes, about that, I seem to recall you telling me that you weren't going
to have sex with me," David said, smiling.

   "Oh.  Yeah.  Well.  I was really scared yesterday and I was angry at
myself for being scared and for not being able to do anything about it and
I turned it into being mad and suspicious of you.  I'm sorry."

   "That's all right.  You were in a tough spot and for all you knew I was
some perv who preyed on young damsels in distress."

   "About that perv part...could we go back to the hotel and perv some
more?"

   They both laughed at that one.

   "Check out is at 11 and it's 10:30 now, so we wouldn't really have
time."

   "Could I at least finish what I started last night.  God, when I felt
that big cock of yours pressing up against me I knew I had to have it.  And
then when you caught me and I thought you were mad, I nearly went crazy. 
Please...can I suck it?  I really want to give you the kind of pleasure you
gave me."

   "I thought you said you were full - you mean you want dessert?"

   "Yes, please, with plenty of cream."

   "Well, OK.  Let me see if the hotel will give us one of the rooms for
late checkout."

   David paid the check and they walked back to the hotel.  It was a slow
day and there was no problem about a 1 o'clock check out.  So they went
back to the scene of the crime, as it were.

   Once in the room, Crystal didn't waste any time.  She had David sitting
on the bed with his pants and shorts off in a flash.  Just as quickly she
was between his legs with her mouth fastened on his rapidly rising cock. 
Her hands were busy with the base of his shaft and his big balls.  She
might have been inexperienced at fucking, but she knew her way around a
cock.

   She soon had his whole shaft coated with her saliva and her hands were
wrapped around it moving up and down with her mouth.  David leaned back and
sighed with pleasure as Crystal's hot wet mouth began to draw his cum up
from his nut sack.  He did nothing to prevent himself from cumming, wanting
to give her the reward she craved.  And it didn't take long.  He grunted a
short warning and released a flood of pregnancy pudding into Crystal's
hungry mouth and throat.  She didn't miss a drop and when she was done, he
was drained.

   Crystal crawled up next to him on the bed and gave him a semen flavored
kiss, which he returned with interest.

   "How'd I do?"

   "What am I, the Russian judge?  I wasn't grading the performance, I was
just enjoying it."

   "C'mon, was it a good job or not?"

   "You swallowed the evidence.  It was a fantastic blow job and I'm not
even going to guess how you learned the technique."

   "Moose Lake is a small town.  Even a girl like me can get a date if she
is willing to suck cock."

   David took Crystal's head in his hands and forced her to look at him.

   "Crystal.  Pay attention to me.  You are a beautiful girl, no, scratch
that, a beautiful woman.  I had a fantastic time with you last night, and
the blow job you just gave me was incredibly pleasurable."

   "Really?  You're not just saying that?"

   "I'm not just saying that.  Now, we should get going.  You need to get
home to your mom and I need to get to work."

   Crystal kissed him once, hard, and then got up.  David put his pants
back on, straightened the rest of his clothing, and went back to his room
to pack.  He and Crystal met in the lobby.  He walked out to her car and
watched as she put her ***mart bags in the back seat.  Then he took a pair
of twenty dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to her.

   "What's this for?"

   "In case you get hungry on the way home, or just want to stop at Tobies
for a donut or something."

   Crystal hugged him.  She hugged him hard.

   "No one has ever done anything this nice for me.  Ever.  Thank you."

   "Do something nice for someone else.  That's the best way to thank me."

   "OK, I will."

   And he believed her.  David watched as the beat up old Taurus moved out
of the parking lot and headed toward the tire store.  Then he tossed his
bags into his DeVille, got behind the wheel, and headed north.  He made the
whole rest of the trip with a smile on his face.
   "Wait `til her tits start to grow," he said, chuckling to himself.  

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