Subject: {ASSD} "Unprobable Cause" (MgF, cons, rom)
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Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 03:01:41 +0000
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{ASSM} "Improbable Cause" (MgF, cons, rom)
By: L.G. Storyman ©2005
[This is a fantasy, a story in which every word is fiction. It is presented
in this forum as entertainment for mature adults and deals with subject
matter people don't like talking about. The very word Pedophile conjures up
fears and disgust among so many and the definition scares even those accused
and it is for this reason the life and desires of one so accused is told.]
Improbable Cause
By: L.G. Storyman
The guard in the tower watched me as I walked through the gate and it was
locked behind me. When the latch clicked shut the guard opened the outer
doors just far enough for a man to walk through. I had served my time, more
than twenty years behind bars, and now I was free, at least as free as they
would let me be. Being a convicted child molester, they never really leave
you alone; they just let you think you are alone. It was all a question of
semantics and labels. I never molested any child, I couldn't you see I am a
pedophile and if you know anything truthful about pedophiles we would never
do that. Being called a pedophile is a label placed on us by society
because they have no other way to deal with us, as if they had to deal with
us.
Stepping into freedom is not something one can understand until they have
been denied it for near a lifetime. You want to kiss the very ground you
stand on, to play in the rain and wallow in the mud, you want to live and
your life is in front of you. At least that was how I felt passing through
the final set of doors and walking toward the bus that waited there for me.
The shiny brown bus with gold lettering "Iowa State Department of
Corrections", it was empty. I still shuffled along as if I was still in leg
irons restraining my steps and they say you never walk right again, I
believed it. Healthy but now past sixty, I was of little threat to anyone
and I climbed into the bus and took a seat behind the driver, not wanting to
be far from the door.
I certainly didn't have much to show for my life, the cheap blue suit I was
wearing, the $100 in cash they gave me and the letter from the Governor
granting my freedom. They had set me up with a job bagging groceries at the
local Kroger supermarket and had given me an apartment in a small complex
near the center of this small town that I had never heard of. I was happy
for both and I didn't even mind the sign cemented into the lawn letting
everyone who passed by know that I was a convicted child molester. I felt
old, void of any energy to better myself and extremely tired. The leg
anklet kept my whereabouts known. I stayed under the shower until the water
ran cold, dried myself off and lay down on the first really soft bed I could
remember.
There was a heavy knock on the door but I ignored it, if they wanted in they
could break the door down or use a key, I didn't give a shit. I slept like
the dead for two days. When I finally awoke the sun was shining on my face
and I felt pretty good although hungry. I dressed and opened the door only
to find a brown paper wrapped package placed between the screen door and the
one I opened. There was no label, no writing, just twine wrapped tight
around it. So help me God, I felt like a kid on Christmas day, a package
for me. I picked it up like it was made of glass and carefully carried it
over to the only table I had, a small round dining table, and placed it down
carefully. Standing back I looked at it, studied its shape, its coloring,
the wrinkles in the brown paper and the fibers of the twine so tightly
around it. It was wonderful.
Hunger was speaking now and it was time to get something to eat. I walked
across the street to Molly's Diner, a nondescript little place that frankly
had great smells coming from within. I sat down on a stool at the counter,
there were no tables, looking around. Several older men like me sat there
sipping coffee a comfortable distance from me when this young woman,
extremely pretty in a way, stood in front of me.
"Whatilit be Bub?" she smiled.
"How much for three eggs and some coffee?" I asked.
"$1.75" she responded.
"Okay, I'll have that please."
"Coming right up." she bubbled.
There was no question she was one fine looking woman, but old feelings die
hard, she was way too old for me. As I waited for my food I looked around.
The men paid no notice to a stranger like I was and I thought that odd but
felt more at ease for it. Cheerful and clean with gingham curtains at the
windows freshly washed and crisp. The wood planked floor and bar foot rail
spoke of earlier times than this cutie ever saw. The breakfast was served
along with the bill for $1.75 but I was shocked. The large plate held the
three eggs, sunny side up, but there was two hefty slices of ham and hash
browns and two slices of buttered toast, and a massive cup of coffee fresh
brewed and smelling heavenly. I tried to take my time but I was starved and
it tasted so damn good, in no time at all it was finished and the plate was
clean.
"Boy, looks like you were hungry, want another round, on the house of
course?" she mused,
I nodded and she was off like a shot. The guy two stools away looked at me.
"That's Molly, she don't like for us to go hungry." as he smiled.
He lifted his pant leg and revealed his anklet and I glanced down to see if
mine was showing.
"No, yours isn't showing but I know that blue suit, got one just like it.
Thatallbe all I'll say about it."
Molly came back with more food which was more than generous helpings and
watched me eat with growing interest. Refilling my coffee cup…
"Don't remember me do you?" as she put the coffee pot down on the counter.
Leaning forward way too close she whispered…
"But I remember you and your little birthmark."
It couldn't be! The only female that knew of my birthmark and the strange
location it was in was a six year old girl that needed some love and
attention in a special time of her life, and I had provided that for her.
It had cost me my life.
"I know where you are staying, and I will come over tonight and we can
talk." she offered.
Then she mentioned the package and asked if I had gotten it. I told her
yes, but that I had not opened it yet. She asked me to wait until she could
be there with me. I agreed. She started to get up off the counter and I
grabbed her chin and held it. Looking into her eyes I knew it was her, that
little six year old girl all grown up and then some. She nodded and tears
came to my eyes which she wiped away with her bar rag.
That night after she came over was like a revelation long overdue. She
lifted her long dress and pulled her panties down to her knees.
"See, I still keep myself hairless, and you are the only man that has been
inside me. I waited all these years, loving only you."
Her unused pussy looked as it did when she was a child and I wondered if she
ever grew up fully or was on hold for me all these years later, it was all
beautiful just as I remembered. I knew she would grow up and be a beauty
that every man desired, and she had, the desire in me growing by the moment.
Her breasts were small as if undeveloped and her skin was creamy smooth
with that unmistakable sheen of youth that caught the light driving you wild
with her look. The silence of my gaze was finally broken by her lips upon
mine, hungry for the passion she long ago felt, and it was there still, all
for her, the only girl I had ever loved. Her chest pressed against mine,
her nipples no larger than mine, but puffy and with that subtle hint of more
coming in the future.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my soft bed, stopping in the
doorway to the bedroom, she looked into my eyes and I looked into hers
finding the innocent passion that I had seen so long ago. Her hand came off
the door frame and I laid her on the bed in all the glory she once and
always will have. She looked so small it was hard to believe she was a
woman, but the little girl in her was emerging as I stood there adoring her
young body.
Few women ever understand that the child in her is what her husband wants,
longing to take her virginity over and over again through the years until
old age. The true pedophile is nothing like society makes them out to be,
it's not about sex, it is about love. Just as a man can find a woman
attractive and desirable, some men find little girls attractive and
desirable, and bite the bullet, some little girls find a man the same way.
It is a shame that men that love little girls are labeled, indeed branded
for life as a Child Molester, hated, despised by all.
Molly sat on top of me, my cock buried deep inside her, as I pulled out on
the first stroke she spread ketchup from a restaurant pack all over my cock,
telling me she wanted to bleed for me again. Her orgasms were like a
child's would be, powerful, unexpected, all consuming. The mating was as I
remembered it, sweet, tight, wonderful.
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