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   Alison
   By Romany
   (M/g)
   When the fraud squad told Tim Sheppard what his partner Janine had
allegedly done, he was dumbfounded.  She supposedly had set up bogus
employees at the company she was payroll administrator for and took the
salaries and banked it in an account she had set up.  The detectives
believed that as Janine's boyfriend, Tim was part of a conspiracy to
defraud the company of the thousands of dollars Janine had apparently
siphoned off.  But Tim knew nothing about.  It took some considerable
pleading on his part for them believe him.  When Tim first confronted
Janine at the police station she whispered her admission to the charges and
pleaded with him to try to raise the five hundred grand bail they had
posted.  Tim had no way of even coming close.  Eventually Janine was
resigned to the fact she would go to prison.  Her attorney had argued she
should admit the charges and provide the police with as much cooperation as
she could as a way of plea bargaining.  She accepted her probable fate and
elected to plead guilty.  The trial for sentencing was set for a speedy
resolution.  Over the next few weeks as Janine was held for trial, she
consistently bombarded him with dos and don't with respect to her twelve
year old daughter Alison.  Tim was absolutely devastated by the situation
he had found himself in; his partner set for a moderate term of
incarceration and the blatant expectation on Janine's part that Tim would
care and provide for Alison.  Janine and Tim had lived together for eleven
months after a seven month courtship.  Tim had taken her on with eleven
year old Alison, and on the face of it they were a pretty happy threesome.
Janine had told him Alison's father had run off shortly after she was born
and there was no extended family to take Alison in.  Janine couldn't
entertain foster care and assumed Tim would be Alison's caregiver.  On the
face of it, Tim had little opportunity to challenge his assumed role of
ersatz parent and blindly went along with her point of view.  Tim felt
trapped but he did not know how to get out of his future role of solo
parent.
   Janine was thirty three; five years older than Tim.  Even though he had
no worries with their age difference Tim knew he was not her last partner;
that she was searching for someone more able to provide security for her
and Alison.  She often talked about Alison's education and how difficult it
would be for her to afford to send Alison to a good college.  She was
somewhat obsessed with ensuring Alison got the best she deserved.  It was
through these comments and other small pointers that Tim knew well he was
not seen as the right person by Janine's expectations, to provide for
Janine and Alison's future.  For his part Tim also knew Janine was not his
final partner.  Tim had been married; with the marriage faltering after
less than two years.  He was really only taking a time out with Janine;
perhaps on the rebound.  But in his heart he knew she was not "The One"
long term.  Janine did all the right things; pleading guilty and as the
money she siphoned off had been banked, it was returned.  So she came out
of it better than she otherwise may well have.  The judge accepted she was
motivated by trying to provide for Alison, rather than out-right greed. 
This went in her favor.  So there Tim was as guardian to Alison while her
mother is in prison for five to six years; out in three and half if she is
a model prisoner.  The prison is in Connecticut and they are currently
living in Salem Mass.  so it's a reasonable journey to visit and Janine
agreed Tim and Alison would visit every other Sunday, to allow at least
some normalcy in routine for Alison.  She signed a guardianship letter for
him to act on Alison's behalf and for all intents and purposes Tim is
Alison's father.  Tim voiced embarrassed concern at Alison's age and Janine
realized Tim was talking about the preteen's obvious advancement to
puberty. What the hell did Tim know about prepubescent girls and their
physical development at puberty?  She looked at him in a manner of
forgiveness at putting this on him but she said Tim would be Ok and Tim
could call her between visits for advice.  She embarrassed him a little by
giving him some rudimentary advice on when her daughter's period might
start and tried to minimize his fear of dread by suggesting it would
probably happen during the day and therefore she was likely to be at
school. In which case, middle school teachers knew what to do with girls
whose period had arrived during school time.  Tim wasn't consoled at all as
he knew that simply wasn't guaranteed.  It could happen any time.  But in
an effort to give Janine some confidence in him as Alison's guardian, he
feigned being comfortable with what she told him to do.  It wasn't really
rocket science; just make sure she had access to sanitary items.  Alison
had also been briefed sufficiently to know what to do so Tim should not be
taxed with the results of this change in her young body.  Tim felt no
better about it and generally the whole idea of communicating at such an
intimate level with a twelve, nearly thirteen, year old girl was still
daunting.  Then there was the issue of brassieres, clothes, fashion, peer
pressure and such like, as well as the hormonal change, that Tim had heard
sometimes turned preteen girls into monsters; once through puberty.  Janine
laughed at him and reassured him he would be fine.  And on the matter of
discipline and morals she had no doubt Tim would know what to do; and she
could be consulted on any major issue Tim felt lost with.  This topic of
conversation was very heavy going and it left Tim depressed about his
future role as a solo father, despite trying to appear confident about the
his future role as parent.
   When Tim first met Alison, she was quite tall and kind of gawky in a
gangling sort of way.  Skinny frame, flat chest and bean-pole legs.  She
had a cute face and shoulder length straight blond hair that framed her
face nicely.  At least facially she had the hint that she would be very
attractive as she got older, despite the boyish body.  But somewhere from
eleven to near thirteen, her skinny frame and legs had filled out; hips and
waist had appeared and the sallow butt had bloomed to a lovely firm peach
shape.  The childish freckles on her face had faded to being non-existent
and there were prepubescent mounds on her chest which signaled she was not
far off maturing.  Tim sometimes caught her staring at older boys, usually
high school age, and he realized she was starting to see boys with
interest. She didn't seem to have any firm friends and Tim often wondered
how she fitted in socially at school; being as she had a solo parent who
was now in prison.  And with Tim as her guardian, she had no proper family.
But in herself she was polite, a good sense of humor and they got on fine.
She was upset about Janine's predicament at first but with coaching and
mentoring from Janine herself, she accepted her mother had to do the time
for the crime she had committed.  Tim and Alison had always talked often
and he felt easy around her.  It was through their chats he had gleaned
that he was number three on the list of men Janine had lived with.  It
seemed a little odd to him that Janine had avoided mentioning previous
relationships he knew she must have had.  In contrast, she knew full well
Tim had been married; having put him through a stern inquest as to why he
had divorced.  Satisfied he was no latent wife beater or control freak, she
accepted Tim as her new lover.  Alison knew nothing of her father except to
say he had left Janine when Alison was a baby.  Tim wondered if perhaps
Alison was the offspring of some hushed affair.  Perhaps with a married man
or such like, and the father's identity and whereabouts was well known; yet
it was not something that could be acknowledged for some reason.
   The other side of his predicament was his own sense of loss of freedom.
With Janine, Tim had pondered at what point in their relationship the
inevitable parting would come.  Believing she did not see him as the
long-term partner she wanted, and Tim seeing her in that same light, there
was then a point in the future where they would split.  Therefore in his
view there was someone out there that Tim could reason was to be his next
relationship.  Having a twelve year old girl, that was not his, was
somewhat of a millstone around his neck.  It linked him back to Janine
through Allison, which could put a dampener on his romantic intentions with
another woman.  And there was still Janine's belief that they were a couple
in the interim at least; yet separated by her foolishness.  It was
expedient for her to see them that way while she was in prison.  Yes Tim
was trapped for the foreseeable future; until he could find a way to
somehow have someone else take over Allison's care, it would have to remain
as it was.
   ***
   TIM
   The first few weeks with Alison were a sort of shakedown of the life
ahead.  Tim had to rework his work schedule to fit in with Alison's school
hours.  Fortunately he could manage his time by starting late and finishing
early, depending on his current workload.  Also the opportunity to
telecommute from home was a major part of his company's work ethic.  Being
quasi entrepreneurial, employees were encouraged to work whenever a thought
or idea struck them so they all had high speed internet paid for by the
company.  The face of architectural process had changed away from drawing
board, Set Square, and pencil; driven by technology.  Alison and Tim soon
found a happy routine.  They both learned to cook by trial and error and
soon they had their little household working like clockwork.  It was
somewhere in this transition to normalcy that Tim found a strong sense of
comfort realizing the trust and dependence from Alison in their
relationship.  It was also in those first two months that Tim started to
take more notice of her as a soon-to-be teenager; her subtle emergence to
being a young woman.  She was quite messy and Tim realized Janine had run
interference on this trait and picked up after her, or harried her to clean
up her disorder.  So Tim was a little embarrassed, when he came across her
underwear in the bathroom after a shower.  With Janine around, Alison was
always mentored to be modest at all times; especially around morning and
bedtime where she was instructed by Janine to always wear a bathrobe when
in her night attire.  The first time she appeared in a simple cotton
nightgown, Tim was a little taken aback as it was short and her legs looked
very attractive; and there was this allure of what lay above the hem. 
There was also the small matter of her fledgling nipples on the burgeoning
breasts being clearly visible behind the lightweight cotton.  Tim had to
act as nonchalant as he could but it was made easier by her apparent lack
of concern at her appearance and she seemed unaware of any lack of modesty
on her part.  She was still the little girl without any fear of immodesty.
   This behavior became the norm and Tim accepted it as her trust in him.
But he was troubled because the mere fact she made no effort to act
demurely when being dressed this way allowed him the opportunity to look at
her and allow his mind to mentally strip her naked.  Tim was an only child
so without sisters he had little or no information or visualization on what
prepubescent girls looked like.  His curiosity was fueled by Alison's
apparent indifference to the way she lay on the couch or sat in the
armchair with her legs seemingly splayed at odd angles in a search for
restless comfort while watching TV.  To satisfy this curiosity, one night
when she was in bed, Tim trolled a few seamy web pages in search of views
of nude preteen girls.  He had little luck but did discover an entire genre
of prepubescent "models" sites providing pictures of girls in provocative
poses.  Clothed, yet providing an allure that made it irresistible to him.
There were many thumbnails that clearly showed the outline of the girl's
sex; that the taught panties or bikini bottoms may just as well be not
there.  It stretched the credibility that their being "dressed" was
therefore decent and proper.  The clothing was really irrelevant given how
their bodies were clearly discernible.  Yet the site owners obviously
believed being clothed was not naked and therefore legal if not a little
shady in intent.  And there was no law against posting pictures of clothed
girls in non pornographic ways.  Tim had also gone searching fact based
sites on child health and development.  These proved invaluable to
understand the issue of a girl's development through puberty, into
adolescence and womanhood.  So he mixed the sincere information gathering
with rather seamy voyeurism of the preteen female form.  The models sites
provided Tim with titillation and soon he found himself staring at Alison
when she wasn't aware of it; and he mentally stripped her or imagined her
in many of the provocative poses he saw the girls on the web.  He
visualized her breasts, nipples, and her crotch and sex based on the images
he had seen on the internet.  Tim blushed when he realized he was
developing an unhealthy attraction for his young charge but her promise was
obvious and he was somewhat obsessed with her impending development.  He
gave into his urges and jacked himself late one evening after he had viewed
one thumbnail of what appeared to be a preteen girl being penetrated by a
cock.  The picture was cropped so only the reclining girls undeveloped
breasts and below, and the man's waist down from his chest were visible;
the junction of the penis and girls bald sex obvious.  The cropping of the
photo was done to avoid showing the man or girls face, and possible
identification.  The longer Tim studied it he also noted that the physical
age of the girl was really indeterminable.  The girl could well be a small
framed teen of legal age with a shaven pubis; made to look like she was
pubescent at best.  The photo was a link to a site which did not deliver
what this picture promised as it was a commercial adult porn pay-site.  He
tried zooming and enlarging the thumbnail to determine what age the girl
could be, with little success.  It left him frustrated yet excited by what
he saw.  As he stifled a cry of joy and came hard into the air, he felt a
sense of carnal release he had not experienced during normal masturbation;
or even real sex in some of his adult encounters.  As the feeling ran
through his body the inevitable collapsing of his libido, post ejaculation,
left him confused and even a little disturbed by the obvious pleasure he
had gained from recalling the picture of real or perhaps staged pedophilic
rape.  He lay ashamed at thinking of girls of Alison's age engaged in sex
for his gratification; that when getting close to cumming in his hand, he
switched the photo's image with recall of Alison's cute butt or her
imagined pointy breasts and nipples came into his mind.  He realized he had
personalized the web photo so the faceless girl had become Alison, and he
was the faceless man penetrating her.
   If Tim's shame and remorse for his late night's masturbatory fantasy had
caused him some difficulty to accept of himself, it was driven into the
distant past as he fisted his early morning piss hard at daybreak, and
repeated the same vicarious thrill he had experienced the night before. 
For a day or two he wavered between lurid thoughts of sex with young girls,
to bouts of guilty conscience over the proposition he could actually do
what he was fantasizing about.  As a few more days slipped by, Tim returned
to the websites he had found for a `fix' of titillation, and he totally
crossed into depravity late one Friday night when Alison slept, and he
excitedly jacked himself to a short video of a clearly under age girl
having sex with a middle aged man.  There was no mistaking the age range of
the girl; there was no way she could be eighteen.  Tim had been lured to a
torrent site and his eyes widened at the range of descriptions of clips to
be quickly downloaded.  Many of the clips were misrepresented as sex with
juveniles and were actually links to professional adult porn sites; just as
the explicit thumbnail had.  But the first time he opened this clip with
clear pedophilic behavior, he was excited and shaking as the scene
unfolded. He slowly began to view his young charge as a sometime sex
object. Fortunately this was tempered by her clearly seeing him as the
father figure in her life and this helped push the more lurid thoughts to
the back of his mind; at least during most of the daylight hours.  It was
obvious to him that Alison saw Janine and Tim as her parents.  Tim was
heartened by Alison's trust and endorsement yet troubled by his secret
unhealthy interest in her sexually.
   The visits to Janine came and went and Janine was clearly relaxed Tim
was making a good fist of caring for Alison.
   "Tim I am so pleased Alison is not overly affected by me being in this
place," Janine had said with a hint of tears in her eyes.  "I have you to
thank for that.  You've managed her situation with you so very well.  Thank
you so," much she had said in a faltering voice.
   "She's a neat kid," Tim had answered simply.  "She is so easy to manage
and she does her fair share.  We're a good team."
   Janine wept quickly then recovered her composure.
   "I feel such a heel being in here and leaving you in this
predicament..." she started; and looked at him expectantly.
   "We make do with what life throws at us," Tim said sagely, though
secretly he was not that accepting of his part of the situation.
   "She tells me she hasn't started her period yet," Janine said candidly,
to change the subject away from his unspoken feeling of entrapment.
   Tim raised an eyebrow in surprise at this topic.  She searched his face
for some reaction to this news.
   "She certainly hasn't mentioned anything to me," Tim said nervously,
recalling the unhealthy interest he had in the girl's sexuality.
   This topic in the midst of his recent shame troubled him.
   "She's still five months off her thirteenth birthday," Janine commented.
"But I'm actually a little surprised nothing has stirred yet," she added.
   "No doubt mother nature will intervene when she's ready," Tim added
somewhat lamely.
   "Are you OK with it?" Janine asked quickly.  "No more concerns?"
   "I think I'm fine.  We have a good rapport but I don't think she need
tell me outright anyway," Tim said candidly.  "I think she will just get on
with taking care of what she needs to.  I expect the first I will know...or
need to know...is when she needs more...you know, sanitary supplies."
   Janine smiled at the awkward look that came over his face when he
obviously referred to the tampons and pads.
   "You're such a good man Tim.  I really picked a winner with you," she
said softly.
   Tim smiled weakly at her words.  If she only knew what he had been going
through in pursuit of knowledge about preteen girls, and how dangerously
unhealthy it had become.  Dangerous because Tim was secretly excited and
turned on by what he had discovered out there on the World Wide Web.  In a
few weeks he had accrued seven or eight short video clips of obviously
preteen girls having sex with older men.  All were amateur and home
recorded.  He found them all highly erotic.  He also found himself
inexplicably going to the bathroom door when Alison was showering and
standing and hearing the water flowing from inside and imagining what she
might look like under the shower.  Tim would sneak peeks at her in her
tighter jeans or cargo pants; roving his eyes surreptitiously over her
budding breasts under her tight tops, and contained in the one of two
training bras Janine had provided for her.
   "She will know when it's time to up size her bras," Janine had told him.
"And most of the department stores like Kohl's or Macy's will help
embarrassed father's and their daughters, so you won't have to worry about
it," she had laughed.  "Just ask any senior sales lady and they will see to
it Alison's new boobs are looked after," and she grinned at his reddening
face.  *** Tim's carnal interest in Alison intensified when he handled
Alison's underwear.  If he came across her little girl panties on the floor
of the bathroom or in the laundry basket, he would furtively hold them and
feel them with his fingers.  Shocking his own sense of decency by putting
the panties to his nose and inhaling the faint girlie smell on them.  Tim
finally hit rock bottom when he sneaked a pair of panties from the laundry
basket and jacked into them as he watched a young Asian girl in a sailor's
type school uniform being lubricated and then fucked by a faceless man. 
And it wasn't just his crude secret masturbation to pornography that got
him going.  As they were totally comfortable with each other, she would
often sit next to him on the couch when watching a TV show.  She had no
compunction at leaning in against him and as they became more attuned to
each other; she would often take his arm and drape it around her.  When she
first did it, Tim felt it was some psychological need to be held and
embraced by the father she never knew.  This closeness heightened his
awareness of her.  He would sit back in the crook of the arm and back of
the couch and she would either sit back beside him and pull his arm around
her shoulder, or lie down on the couch with her head in his lap.  It was
all Tim could do to stop groping or jumping her and he often had to think
of an excuse to briefly move off the couch to tackle an erection caused by
her proximity.
   One night in particular she lay with her head in his lap and her fingers
hooked under the front of the waist band of her pajama bottoms; just
loosely inside the band, absently fiddling with the elastic.  They were
watching the "OC" or some such teen-adult soap.  Her pajamas were pulled
tight in against her crotch by the way she had skidded her butt along the
couch when she first lay that way to place her head on his thigh; and she
hadn't freed the material to give herself more crotch room inside the
garment.  Instead of watching the TV, Tim sat with his head turned slightly
so he could stare down at her pronounced pubic mound and the just visible
crack of her sex as framed in relief by the material of the pajama bottoms.
Just like some of the photos he had viewed on the young models sites on the
web.  Tim mentally undressed her and projected in his mind, the recall of
the bare sex of a young Russian preteen who featured in one of his illegal
video clips.  She was in a solo setting with a vibrator and dildo.  The
girl was clearly just on puberty and she seemed ambivalent and bored with
the sexual situation she portrayed; a female voice directing her off screen
in Russian.  When Tim looked at Alison's chest, there were slight curves in
the pajama top showing the underside of her small breast.  The material was
too thick to see any nipple form.  He looked at the sweet mouth and his
mind immediately went to yet another clip of another Russian girl in a
rather squalid apartment setting; with the thick erection of a much older
man in her mouth.  The man was rather hairy and he could be heard just off
microphone, instructing her how to suck his cock.  The girl looked up when
he spoke and was clearly following his direction to lick the underside of
his erection which she held against his abdomen.  In the background was a
TV or computer monitor and the scene was visible but out of focus.  Tim
deduced the abuser was looking at the monitor and adjusting the video
camera, as it made a few jerky movements before he was satisfied he had his
cock, and her head and mouth working it, in shot.  Recalling these clips
and Alison's proximity to him was starting to get Tim aroused and as a way
to escape his predicament, he asked Alison if she wanted a soda.  Alison
turned her face up to look at him and the top of her head pushed against
his erection.  He saw a brief quizzical look come over her face and she
blushed as she realized it was his cock she had bumped with her head, and
she quickly nodded and smiled at his suggestion.  Lifting her head and
shoulders up, she allowed him to escape.  Tim went to the kitchen and
searched in the fridge for the soda.  He gave himself enough time to allow
the hardness of his erection to subside before he dared walk back to the
couch and resume the position they had been in before his rising.
   He handed her a can of Sprite and she sat up and waited for him to sit
down as he had before.  She quickly eased back in against him and for the
next ten minutes or so they slurped their sodas in silence, watching TV. 
When she finished the drink, she got off the couch and left the room.  She
returned in about three minutes and climbed back up, and looking at him as
if to say `let me back in' she proceeded to lie as she was earlier; with
her head laid in his lap.  But this time, she moved her head around a
little; like the dog setting itself for a nap.  The unruly cock ensured the
erection came back as she settled her head directly on it.  The program
played on and she lay relatively still with his hardening cock trapped; yet
he felt warmed by the languid feeling in his groin.  Eventually the program
finished and it was time for the girl to go to bed.  She looked up at him
with her hazel eyes and whined "can't I stay up a little longer...?" He
grinned and tapped her on the nose and grinning at her, he said "no".  She
frowned and struggled up off the couch, and bidding him goodnight, she
slowly padded off to her room.  Tim rose and gathered up the empty soda
cans and put them in the trash.  It was just after nine thirty and there
was nothing interesting on TV so he went through to the den and quietly
closed the door.  Soon he was surfing porn sites but after ten or fifteen
minutes, he found they weren't appealing to him.  He played two of his
favorite pedo clips and gasped as he jerked himself into a Kleenex.  He
felt flushed and a little tired from the quick release so decided it was
time for bed.  He turned off the PC and the lights in the den and went back
to the living room.  As he entered the room he thought he caught a glimpse
of Alison disappearing into her room.  He stood somewhat curious about what
she was doing up.  Perhaps she had been to the bathroom, or maybe he had
imagined it was her.
   ***
   ALISON
   Alison fled when she heard the computer's closing down tune, and she
just got back into her room as she heard Tim go into the living room.  She
had been standing at the door of the den listening for any sound that
confirmed what she suspected; that he was watching porn.  Tim had no way of
knowing the girl had stumbled onto his secret vice.  He had failed to note
that his video clips shortcuts were saved in the Documents folder of the PC
Start menu.  Some weeks back when she had been using the PC for homework,
she had used this feature to find her document and had discovered Tim's
recent files; all rather lurid in their titling that she realized what they
might be.  Simply clicking on them had revealed all.  She was fascinated
her guardian was clearly interested in this stuff and she wasn't that na�ve
to miss realizing it was for girls about her own age.  She well knew about
men and their thoughts on girls her age.  This was a topic of much
conversation in her schoolgirl's clique.  She and her peers were all at
that age where they recognized adult men who saw the promise of the woman
in their young bodies.  Generally it was acceptable and somewhat exciting
to her and her friends.  A sort of recognition they were about to `make it'
in the adult world.  She had sat with her mouth open watching a young
pubescent Hispanic girl bounce up and down on an older teen boy who was
lying on his back; both facing the camera and the girl with her sex pierced
by the boys cock.  She viewed all of the illegal clips in turn.  It
occurred to her that Tim had most likely started this now that her mother
was out of the way.  She wasn't there as a deterrent to Tim, and as she was
computer literate, possibly find these clips as Alison had done.  Alison
instinctively knew her mother would be more than concerned if she knew Tim
was watching this stuff.  At first her knowledge that Tim watched the kiddy
porn was a little disconcerting but as she took in his occasional furtive
glances she began to feel secretly excited and the feeling of apprehension
faded with the realization she coveted his interest.  As the days went by
she noted how regularly the files changed in the recent document folder; he
was regularly cycling the clips for viewing.  There were actually two new
clips; both of young girls sucking faceless men with hard cocks.  One was
grainy and poor quality with no sound, and the other was in very good
definition.  Alison had deduced he was using the porn for gratification on
a daily basis.  As her curious concern turned to bold acceptance, she
further deduced she was part of his newfound interest.  Noting his sly
glances, she would deliberately set herself so that her crotch was clearly
shaped by her pajama bottoms and she ensured the material was pulled into
her sex.  Despite not looking his way, she could see the reflection of his
head turned to ogle her in the reflective TV screen as the picture darkened
or flicked to black.  She knew he was staring at her crotch.  She had
smiled to herself and a warm feeling went through her at the thought her
mother's handsome lover was taking more than a passing interest in her
budding form.  She nonchalantly adjusted her reclining position and
pressured her head against the lump she knew was his hardening cock; and
she smiled inwardly, pleased at this turn of events.
   Alison's burgeoning awareness of Tim's interest in her in a sexual way
had inspired her to surf web sites on sexuality when she had the chance
those days she beat him home by an hour or so.  He had some adult filter
turned on that Janine had insisted upon, so blatant exploration of seamier
sites was not that fruitful.  But there were plenty of sites aimed at teen
boys and girls and she quickly learned about herself; beyond the basic
hygiene and `birds and the bees' instruction she already had from her
mother.  It was in this context of learning, and self exploration as a
consequence of it, that led her to experimenting with inserting slender
objects into her vagina.  After some rather painful trials and errors, she
settled on a polished wooden handled hairbrush that was in her mother's
wardrobe.  The handle was bullet tapered at the end and about an inch in
diameter, and about three and a half inches before the bristles.  It was
better than marker pens or other such slender objects and as she
experimented with painful results, as her vagina was dry, she had a
brainwave and slicked the handle with cold cream.  Eventually she was
easily able to penetrate herself; wrapping a handkerchief around the
bristles to avoid them scratching her delicate flesh.  She became quite
practiced at using the greased brush as a dildo but on one fateful occasion
she became too energetic and experienced a sharp pain; she realized she had
actually broken her hymen.  She had quickly gone to the bathroom and
inserted a tampon in case she spotted in her panties or on her bed sheets
as she slept.  Once she had mastered self penetration without discomfort,
she sometimes held a hand mirror between her legs so she could see the
slender handle moving between her sex lips, greased with cold cream.  Soon
she turned her attention to her fledgling clitoris.  Twiddling and rubbing,
sometimes with the hairbrush inserted in her greasy vagina as she
masturbated.  Despite her attempts, she failed to excite herself to an
orgasm, though noted that she was getting more excited if not actually
sexually aroused, as she practiced most nights.  One or two of her school
friends were also experimenting to various degrees; retelling their
escapades in furtive whispered admissions, while the others giggled during
the tell-all sessions that she participated in.  Alison kept quiet but was
keen to listen to the other girl's stories.  She was sure she had gone much
further than her two friends who had confessed to non-penetrative
masturbation.  One glowing about how she had discovered the delight of a
hand held shower head in the bath.
   Despite her initial sorrow at her mother's forced separation, she had
come to view Tim as her parent.  But over these last weeks with the
knowledge he had a sexual interest in her, she changed her view and now she
would imagine what he looked like naked; and what his penis might look like
soft or hard.  She had been able to view some websites where men's
erections were easy to see.  She had found gay sites somehow slipped
through the content filter.  Her mother had not understood her daughter's
interest may be focused on men's anatomy only; not just the common
pornography of men and women having sex.  So she used these large high
definition images of gay men with erect penises to inform her of what Tim's
cock may look like.  She even developed a fascination for anal penetration;
high definition close-ups of gay anal sex.  Amidst this backdrop of Tim's
obvious pedophilic interest in young girls and Alison's juvenile
explorations and interest in adult penises, a sexual powder keg was created
and it was being dangerously warmed by the latent heat each of them was
generating for the other.
   ***
   TIM AND ALISON
   Tim decided he had imagined Alison's presence in the hall and went about
turning the TV and lights off in favor of an early night.  Perhaps he would
enjoy a nice languid hand job to accelerate him sleeping.  He showered
quickly and slipped naked into bed.  He and Janine had always slept in the
buff.  Jan was quite a sexual woman and wasn't fond of night wear, favoring
the feel of her partner's nakedness in bed.  They had regular sex; often at
weird hours of the night when she would wake him wanting sex.  Tim did not
complain and was always up to the task to serve her desire.  As he settled
into a nice slow stroke on his cock Tim recalled the pronounced mound of
Alison's crotch as she lay on the couch.  He mentally switched between her
clothed mound to a procession of juvenile female sexes as they were
portrayed being fingered, sucked or fucked in his porn clips.  Eventually
he came hard and pushed the blankets back to avoid soiling them directly;
allowing his spurts of semen to land on his abdomen and thighs.  He wiped
himself clean with a Kleenex from a box beside his bed, and turning on his
side he drifted off to sleep.  He stirred briefly as the first flash of
lightning penetrated his closed lids as he lay facing the window.  Soon the
rain came and the thunderstorm kicked in big time.  He rolled onto the
other side facing the bedroom door, in an attempt to minimize the effect of
the lightening in his face from the windows.  Neither the window blinds nor
his eyelids could screen the irritating flashes.  It was in this position
that he felt Alison's hand on his shoulder.  He started at her touch and
lifted his head.
   "I'm scared," was all she could say before forcing her way into the bed
beside him and clinging to him.
   Tim was dumbfounded.  He was stark naked.  He slid back to the centre of
the big bed to giver her room and arched his butt away from her.  As she
clung to him, a huge clap of thunder sounded overhead and she cried out in
apparent fear and clung to him.  He realized she was oblivious to his naked
body and decided comforting her was required, rather than being awkward and
stiff and possibly appear he was repelling her need for comfort.  They lay
in an embrace, facing each other.  His head buried against her hair as she
burrowed against his neck.  It was in this position that the storm passed
after about thirty minutes of boom crash, flash.  Alison stayed huddled
against him and as the storm settled to steady rain on the window, he
realized she had finally drifted off to sleep.  He lay holding her;
considering this situation.  Should he now wake her and send her back to
her own bed?  He could smell the scent of shampoo in her hair; and her
body, though not touching at their hip level, felt warm and comforting
against his upper torso.  It had been so long since he held Janine here
this way.  Now he held her twelve year old daughter!  He could vaguely feel
her small breasts through her pajama top against his chest.  Given his
situation he decided to ensure they got no closer.  He may harbor carnal
thoughts for her in his fantasies but this real life closeness was now a
problem he had to consider maturely.  His mind replayed the `should, and
should not', options and in this way he cat-napped through the latter part
of the night into the hours before dawn, when he eventually fell into a
proper sleep.
   ****
   When the storm first approached, Alison had pulled the blankets over her
head.  She did not like thunder and lightning.  And as it neared closer to
their apartment, she genuinely felt scared of the fury of the storm.  She
rolled quickly from her bed and headed for Tim's bedroom.  She could see
his form as a dark shape under his blankets and she urgently forced her way
in as he woke and moved back in bed to allow her to join him for comfort.
She grabbed him and he eventually enveloped her and cuddled her to comfort
her from the storm.  She knew he slept buff.  She had come to this bedroom
about eight one Saturday morning when she believed Tim and Janine would be
awake, and wanted to talk to them about something.  But instead she stopped
in her tracks as Tim had walked naked from their bathroom, not seeing her
coming along the short hallway from the living room.  She could not see his
genitals as he was almost past her.  She knew that her mother always had a
robe by the bed for when she rose of a morning, or to visit the bathroom in
the night so had correctly deduced nudity was their normal nightly state.
As she clung to him, Alison let her hand run over Tim's bare back and she
stopped just short of the small of his back above his hairy butt.  Despite
her fear of the elements outside, the preteen was partly working to
deliberately put herself in contact with her guardian, and partly in a
genuine need for comfort.  The storm was a good cover for her more prurient
interest in her mother's lover.  And she felt safe here like this.  Despite
her mixture of fear and excitement, Alison fell asleep.  Comforted by Tim's
closeness as a protector, and the satisfaction she had made it into his bed
without any embarrassment.  She had imagined this but had never had a
reason to come here, as she had this night.
   She woke just before daybreak.  She could hear the rain on the window
and it made her feel warm here in Tim's bed.  She opened her eyes and as
they grew accustomed to the dull pre-dawn, she saw he was facing her and
judging by his breathing he was asleep.  She studied his face to satisfy
herself he was truly asleep.  As she lay watching him the room slowly began
to lighten as the gray dawn arrived and she could easily see the furniture
and features of the room.  It was in this light of dawn that the
realization of Tim's nudity returned.  She recalled her friend Lori telling
her how she was so scared of thunder and lightning one night, when she was
about eight or nine, that she had joined her parents in bed for comfort. 
And how she had climbed in on her father's side and she had slept there for
the remainder of the night.  As the storm had arrived just before daybreak
the giggling preteen had related how she had felt her father's early
morning erection pressing against her butt, despite him wearing pajamas. 
She knew what it was and her sense of decency for her father's privacy had
seen her leave the bed and tiptoe back to her own bed without him ever
realizing she had been in close contact with him.  With Tim lying on his
side facing her with one arm loosely draped across her she could feel her
feet against his lower shins as he was slightly bent in bed; his hips and
midriff furthest from touching her.  With this gap between their bodies,
she deduced she would be able to see between them if she were to look down
under the duvet and sheet.  She carefully raised the bedclothes, watching
his face in case he stirred, until she had made an opening sufficient to
move her head to the opening so she could look down.  She peered into the
gloomy space between them and she was disappointed there was not sufficient
daylight to see and detail other than the darker forms of their bodies. 
She lifted her head slightly and lowered the duvet.  She remained patient
and allowed herself to doze as she waited for more daylight to illuminate
the room.  After about twenty minutes that seemed like an age, she lifted
the duvet once again and peered down.  She held her breath as she saw Tim's
cock clearly against his hairy thighs.  And to her excitement, it was
erect. She swallowed hard and her heart rate quickens.  It was jutting out
and pointing slightly at an upward angle.  The head was clearly visible
poking beyond the foreskin that was spread back by the blood engorged
organ. Even in this awkward position, it looked big and she marveled at the
thought that the Tim's cock had penetrated her mother.  Alison had an
understanding of her own vaginal size based on the masturbatory insertions
of the slender hairbrush handle.  The cock before her was altogether
thicker, blunter and longer than her dildo-like toy.  She carefully raised
her head and checked he was still asleep; and reassured he was, returned
her gaze to the erect cock inches from her own clothed groin.  She
swallowed as a nervous reaction to what she was about to do.
   She moved her head further under the duvet, to bridge it and make an
open cavity framed by their bodies.  Slowly she slipped her upper arm under
the duvet and watched mesmerized almost, as her own hand slowly advanced
towards Tim's erection.  She hardly dared to breathe and her mouth was dry
so she moved her tongue inside and over her lips to moisten it. 
Tentatively her fingers touched the head of the cock lightly on the end. 
She froze, her senses alert for any movement on Tim's part.  She could hear
his steady breathing and after a moments pause, her fingers slid over the
head of the cock and rested about one third the way along and on top of the
stiff member.  She moved her fingers lightly over the top portion of the
erection and after she decided he was not going to stir, she slowly curled
the fingers and took the cock in her grasp.  She felt its hardness, yet
noted the softness of the foreskin covering the organ.  She became more
enthralled and consumed by the excitement she was generating in herself; at
the daring and the wonder of the object in her hand.  She slowly moved the
hand over it; lightly grasping it with closed fingers.  Alison knew enough
about sexual practices to know that this was giving Tim a hand job.  She
would occasionally pause; her senses straining for any stirring on Tim's
part.  Once reassured he was in a sound sleep, she went back to jacking his
cock and she could not help the broad smile of satisfaction that spread
over her face at the completion of this daring deed.  Having lightly
stroked it for a few minutes she twisted her wrist around and trailed the
open fingers along the underside and eased them down further.  Her
fingertips touch the sparse pubic hairs on Tim's scrotum; the testicles
pushed forward by his upper thigh lying on the lower one as he lay on his
side.  She tested the softness of the ball sac and cupped the testicles
lightly.  Having satisfied herself with the feel of the balls, she allowed
her hand to grip the cock and recommenced stroking lightly.  This was
bliss. She held a man's cock in her hand for the first time.
   At first Tim thought he was dreaming.  The sleep that had enveloped him
was deep and sound, due to the fatigue he had generated as he tried to
remain awake for much of the night; conscious of Alison's presence and
closeness to his nakedness.  Sometimes the sleep before normal waking is so
deep that the mind is totally closed to normal nighttime senses which have
shut down.  So as he became aware of the delicious ache in his groin and
the slow realization he had an early morning erection, a feeling of
puzzlement began to invade his senses as he struggled to put in context the
somewhat different feeling he was experiencing down there.  It was
literally some minutes before his fatigued mind slowly pieced together the
situation.  The thunderstorm, and arrival of Alison, and his growing
conflicting emotions with her being so close to him.  Yet not wanting to
turn her away he had let her join him in bed for comfort.  And now the
erection which was more usual than unusual; but the realization of the fact
that the different feeling was in fact Alison's hand on his hard cock. 
Just like Alison had when taking him in hand, he felt his mouth go dry, and
a sense of panic rising as he realized the awful truth.  His twelve year
old charge was playing with his erect cock!  He swallowed hard and lay
almost frozen with the thought and his mind raced as he tried to comprehend
the obvious.  He did not know why he remained passive.  He knew he should
slap her hand away immediately, and order her from the bed.  And even on a
base carnal level, she was a novice and the stroking was disjointed and
ineffective at offering the learned joy of being masturbated either by his
hand or a more experienced sex partner.  The inexperienced fumbling was
actually a frustrating irritation to him.  This is probably why his basic
instinct to be properly satisfied caused his impetuous reaction to slide
his hand, draped over her upper body, quickly down to cover her small hand
erratically stroking his hard cock.  Without really considering his
actions, Tim swiftly grasped the girls hand and out of frustration,
forcefully positioned it on the cock and trapped her hand such that her
fingers had no option but to grip his cock harder.  Alison jumped at his
sudden movement and his action took her totally by surprise.  He had his
hand clamped over hers before she could muster any reaction and possibly
break off fondling his cock.  As her brain raced at the realization he was
awake and aware of her hand, she also computed that rather than reacting
badly and pushing her away, he was in fact encouraging her; showing her how
he liked it by his strong grip and guiding hand.
   Both Alison and Tim were now captives of the circumstances.  He was
eager to manipulate her to his own gratification and she was excited enough
by the realization he was consenting of her fascination in his cock that
neither made an effort to pull back.  And so as Tim coaxed her hand in its
work, he drew the duvet off of her head and shoulders; slowly pushing it
down so he too could see her hand.  She still had her head bowed and he
stroked her hair lightly; as one would pet a cat.  Alison slowly lifted her
head and looked into Tim's face.  She held a look of embarrassment yet
studied his face for signs of what he might be feeling.  He smiled wanly at
her.  His thoughts confused by the obvious guilt in allowing her attention
to continue; indeed he was ensuring she went on stroking him.  But he was
also now very aroused at the whole situation of illicit sexual contact with
the focus of his lust.  Seeing his weak smile Alison sheepishly smiled
back; and as if to cement the contact, she moved her head closer to his
face.  Tim mistook the advance, thinking she wanted to be kissed, when in
fact she was moving in merely as a sense of closeness and endorsement of
the act she was engaged in.  He took her by surprise once more as his mouth
came to hers and he attempted the first kiss.  She quickly realized his
intent and adjusted her head and allowed him to kiss her.  As she grew more
accustomed to his lips and his tongue searching her mouth, she relaxed and
with her heart beating fit to burst, she returned his kiss.  She was just
as inexperienced at kissing as she was at jacking him but she quickly
learned how to move her lips to meet his kissing her; and after a minute or
two she felt comfortable and the excitement she felt in this activity took
her over and she surrendered to his lips.  After a few minutes of kissing,
Tim realized she was a novice and her attention to making out was
distracting her from the task of stroking his cock.  He broke the kiss and
she opened her eyes in surprise, wondering if she had done something wrong.
He saw the concern cloud her face and he grinned and stroked her cheek
lightly.  "Time to concentrate on one thing at a time," he whispered to
her.
   And with that he lay on his back, still holding her wrist, and guided
her head to his chest.
   "Watch what you do and do what I show you," she heard him say softly.
   Now that he was lying on his back he moved her wrist, with her fingers
having learned to hold his cock firmly, up and down rhythmically.  She
watched their hands rise and fall, and understood the rhythm he was
seeking. With her head laid on his chest she could hear his heart beating;
and when his free arm came around her shoulders, she felt comfortable and
somewhat content with the situation.  After a few more minutes of coaching
her hand, he let her wrist go and whispered encouragement as she quickly
learned what he wanted.  Occasionally he would run his fingers over her
upper arm and shoulder as encouragement and sometimes press his lips
against her hair as he held her against his chest.  His arousal was
complete; as much due to the hand on his cock as the excitement of now
being on the verge of totally seducing the prize that had dominated his
masturbatory fantasies.  He allowed her to stroke independently of his hand
for several minutes and soon the dull ache in his inner groin signaled the
onset of his rising ejaculation.  As all men have masturbated, they know
best the pressure and the rhythm they need; and often no one else can
satisfy the need the way they can for themselves.  So given Alison's novice
status, he took her hand again and holding it firmly, accelerated the rate
and accentuated the finger pressure and guided her to make him cum hard;
crying and gasping as he shot several strong bursts of semen into the air
above his body.  The semen fell in short strings on his abdomen and torso
and the last weaker shots landed on his hand and Alison's pajama top sleeve
as he bucked and gasped his enjoyment at the release.  His body tingled and
he lay back and panted in bliss.  Alison had lifted her head to watch when
she realized he was about to cum.  Her mouth dropped open in awe as she saw
the clean white fluid spurt from the eye of the cock and curve into the air
and fall on his body.  She was totally rapt in what she saw and a broad
grin spread over her face and she felt amused and amazed at the sight.  As
the last spurts splattered her arm she instinctively went to move her hand
away to avoid being hit by the semen but corrected the urge and allowed it
to hit her.  As he lay panting and groaning his appreciation she leaned
down his body and studied the last drops of the semen inside the dark eye
in the head of the cock she held in her hand.  Tim had dropped his hand to
the bed sheet between their bodies as he lay glowing in release.  She held
the cock and slowly jacked it and watched the last vestige of semen roll
out of the eye of the cock and down to the foreskin she held back so the
mushroom head was exposed.  'This is great,' she thought and felt smug and
important he had allowed her to be part this.  She had started it and he
had encouraged it.  The kiss in the middle of it was all the more
encouraging that he had no problem with what they were doing.  Despite her
understanding it was very wrong.  But as she had coveted some contact with
him, and now it had happened, she wanted to know everything he could teach
her.  She felt satisfied and lowered her head back to his chest and smiled
like the cat that had just licked the cream.
   The storm and the sexual aftermath had released the sexual tension each
had felt for the other.  The naive preteen full of wondering and
imagination; the adult male well versed in sexual exploits and obsessed
with the burgeoning sexuality of his charge.  After lying calm for several
minutes, Tim's rational mind took over and he covered his eyes with his
hand and trembled, as what had happened sunk in.  `This is so wrong,' he
thought.  Yet here she was still holding his cock lovingly as she lay with
her head on his chest.  He needed to be alone; away from her to think and
consider what this could mean.  He stirred and she lifted her head and
smiled at him
   "I need to pee," he said dully.
   She sensed there was something wrong and as he turned his body to the
far side of the bed she lay back and watched as he walked naked around the
foot of the bed and vanished to the bathroom.  She lay back and raised her
arm to look at where the semen had hit her pajama sleeve.  She heard him in
the bathroom and looked in that direction as she heard him peeing and
flushing the toilet after he finished.  She waited for his return,
wondering what had caused his obvious somber mood.  In the bathroom, Tim
ran cold water and scooping it in his hands splashed his face.  The cold
water hit him and he gasped and wiped his face, drawing his hands through
his dark hair.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  There were shiny
smears on his body where the semen had landed and he quickly wiped his wet
hands down as if cleansing himself of the evidence.  He looked at himself
in the mirror once more and saw the worried expression on his face.  He
felt on the verge of tears at the enormity of his stupidity.
   "You stupid, stupid, bastard," he whispered under his breath.  "You
stupid bastard!"
   Tim remained in the bathroom for another five minutes or so.  His mind
piecing together the implications of what he allowed happen.  He had wanted
some sexual congress with Alison for weeks now.  Yet he felt so bad about
it now it had happened.  His lustful rationalization had convinced him he
should act on the opportunity and carnal motive, yet she had initiated it.
So what could go wrong?  He was sure she wasn't about to blab and rat him
out, yet that did little to console his guilty feelings.  Eventually he
knew he had to go back to the bedroom.  It was barely five o'clock.  And he
could hardly chase her from the bed.  The ice had been broken, so to speak,
so there was little point in banishing her.  He walked to the door and
opened it and went back into the bedroom.  His feet felt like lead weights
as he walked.  His cock was still semi hard and flopped and slapped against
his thighs as he walked.  He realized this too late and almost in
retrospect, looked down at it just as he arrived at the bed.  Alison saw
him come back into the bedroom and sat up and propped herself on one arm
against the pillow.  She watched in fascination at Tim's penis flopping
around as if suspended by an elastic string.  She noted his serious
expression but as he arrived at the bed, she wrongly mistook his glancing
at his cock as some oblique instruction to her.  She wrinkled her brow
puzzled at what he might mean so in the absence of any clear idea, she
reached for his cock.  This took Tim by surprise as it appeared she was
once again making a move and he froze as she took his cock and began
fondling it.  He closed his eyes and lifted his head back in defeat as the
young preteen once more began to work his cock which was now hardening
under her touch.
   `Oh fuck,' he thought.  `Not again!'
   If Tim had had doubts about his sanity and the ill advised consent to
Alison's initial taking of his cock, by the time they eventually rose for
the day, Tim had moved far beyond the contact of that first solitary hand
job.  Alison's second taking of his cock once more drove all rational
thought and moral obligation from his body.  Over the next nine hours until
early afternoon when they emerged from the shower together to dress for the
day, he had allowed her to jack him so as to reignite his carnal
infatuation with her to the point that he had also taught her to go down on
him.  Tim lying on his back with his legs open while he instructed her with
quiet words and subtle pressure of his hands to her hands and head.  Twice
he came hard, the ejaculation brought on by her mouth and hand that he
showed her how to work in unison.  The first time she panicked as she
sensed his orgasm pulsing and tried to pull her aching mouth off his cock.
She was tiring due to the restriction on her breathing as the thick hard
cock filled much of her mouth.  He dominated her and she had little option
but to do as he wanted.  Her panic to avoid the inevitable caused him to
restrain her head and he mostly filled her mouth; and what she was able to
avoid taking in her mouth, splattered her face and hand.  She fell forward
gasping and coughing; the cum running from her mouth onto his body as she
sought to control her breathing.  Tim crushed her to him and the last few
drops of cum hit her hair, matting the fine strands together.  The second
time he initiated the contact, guiding her to crouch and take him into her
mouth a second time.  It was barely nine o'clock in the morning and this
was their fourth encounter since dawn.  He drew himself up onto his knees
and made her crouch with her head raised and mouth held open as he jacked
himself into her mouth, commanding her to remain still and not swallow as
he saw the spurts flood her tongue.  Eventually he wiped a small amount of
the semen from her bottom lip, pushing it into her mouth, and then
instructed her to swallow the white pool covering her tongue.  With these
two bouts of oral sex, though Alison did not know it, she defined herself
as submissive; obeying his carnal needs and thinking it was what was
expected of her.  Between the bouts of oral sex, he had made her strip and
lie back as he leaned over her.  He had roamed his hands lightly over her
body, kneading her budding puffy breasts and tweaking the small pink
nipples so that she gasped in discomfort.  She enjoyed this interlude and
felt important that he should be so interested in her juvenile body. 
Despite a sense she had to cover herself, she remained calm and when she
felt him slide his hand between her legs and touch her labia, she
surrendered completely to his touch.  Excited yet not aroused.  But
enjoying the moment as she realized he was enthralled by her body.
   Tim had crouched at her groin and eased his face in close as he slid his
fingers between her labia and felt her.  She was dry and he made no attempt
to penetrate any further than the very outer of the slit formed by her
labia.  He closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of her sex; faint with
the odor of urine.  She had not showered last night so she had the odor of
her school day, and the night just passed, still about her.  After enjoying
the feel and sight of her developing body, he had kissed her again. 
Lightly as he crouched close to her face grazing her lips with his, yet one
hand was cupping her sex as he drank in her youth and he had become hard.
It was now that he lifted her shoulders so she sat up and he shuffled
forward and offered his cock to her mouth.  She sat and serviced his cock
with her mouth and he made an effort not to overwhelm her as he had done
the first time.  He wanted to watch her face which is why he stayed in the
upright position.  Having cum twice since early morning, his seminal
reservoir was low and he knew too that she was not experienced enough to
know how to jack him to a satisfactory ejaculation in this sexually
debilitated state; which is why he basically stroked himself to cum in her
mouth.  After they had rested and he had cuddled her in a light doze for
about an hour, he roused himself, and making her lie on her back he coaxed
her legs open and once more spent some time feeling and inspecting her sex.
He rolled her over and made her raise her butt up by kneeling as she lay
with her face on the pillow, as he inspected and fondled her from behind.
Marveling at the shape of the labia as they rose from the crease of her
inner thighs and formed the split mound between them.  He prised the labia
open and peered at her small vaginal opening; no bigger than a dime in
dilation as he held her open.  He saw the irregular shape of the anal
pucker and as she couldn't see what he was doing, he brought his face close
and inhaled the scent as he had done with her sex earlier.  Tim had truly
degenerated into a man with unnatural carnal fascination in this preteens
body.  Indulging himself by drinking in the sight, the feel, and odor of
her sex and anus.  He knew she was too dry to penetrate, even using his
fingers.  And given the efforts of four hard ejaculations over the past
hours, he was not going to attempt any sort of penetrative sex with her. 
Not at this point.  He wanted to be primed and ready to enjoy her fresh; he
knew that was inevitable.  Perhaps not today, but by the time she rose for
school on Monday morning, the carnal pedophile that he now had become, was
going to penetrate her and take her virginity.  He was lost in her body and
trapped there by his carnal desire.
   Close to noon that Saturday, Tim once more crouched at Alison's groin
and she felt his breath as he prised her sex lips open and she opened her
mouth in a broad smile as she felt his tongue lazily run up her slit.  She
knew about oral sex.  She had already serviced him, albeit somewhat
overwhelmed by him as he sought to release his pleasure.  Now he was
reciprocating and she felt the surge of joy and satisfaction that he was
offering her the same compliment he had coaxed from her.  She held her
hands clasped across her breasts and gazed at the ceiling with the broad
grin on her face as he licked and tasted her juvenile sex.  Tim lost
himself for at least twenty minutes; occasionally allowing sufficient
saliva to wet her narrow opening and lightly penetrating her to no more
than the first knuckle of his index finger.  He preferred to restrict his
insertion and leave it to a time when he would lubricate her properly; not
just with saliva.  He eventually led her from the bed and into the shower
after noon.  The sun had come out and the room was bright and he realized
they had weekend chores to do together.  He held her close in the shower
and their hands roamed over each other.  Eventually he pushed her to her
knees and she knelt and serviced his erect cock and he came over her face
and in her hair.  They washed themselves clean and she traipsed off to her
bedroom, wrapped in a towel, to dress and dry her wet hair.  That afternoon
they went grocery shopping and came home and unpacked the shopping bags. 
He made a sandwich each for their lunch and they sat on the couch and
munched it and drank a soda.  The entire time they were out together they
worked in unison as they always did when grocery shopping.  If he had been
wracked with guilt and remorse earlier that day, it had vanished and at one
point he had deliberately reminded himself about what had taken place just
to test his emotional reaction.  He had a brief pang of concern but looking
at her walking down the supermarket aisle with the shopping cart ahead of
her, and focusing on her lovely firm butt, slim waist, and honey blond
hair, all rationale that he should not view her as a sexual person vanished
as he found himself thinking of the time he would fuck her; as he had
coveted for so many weeks.  It was with this thought in mind that as she
packed the trunk of the car, he excused himself saying he wanted to go
across to CVS for some toiletries.  He returned soon with a bag containing
a large bottle of KY lubricant.  He had bought some shaving cream and some
face cleanser in case she glanced in the bag.  `She will get to see it soon
enough,' he thought.  Tomorrow, Sunday, was their off week for visiting
Janine.  He had thirty six hours of the weekend left.  Somewhere in that
time, Tim was going to fuck Alison properly.
   ****
   AN ESCALATION
   As she finished her sandwich he looked at her steadily and she felt his
gaze and began to feel somewhat perturbed at what he was thinking.  Did he
disapprove of what she had done, perhaps?  Was he somehow now angry at her
wanton behavior, despite his apparent consent and participation?  Her youth
and naivet� had her somehow believing it was her fault and he was perhaps
displeased.
   "Alison we need to have a talk," Tim began awkwardly.
   The prospect of discussing sex and future sexual situations was
embarrassing to him, Due to her age and it's implications for him; and her
obvious lack of experience despite the vigor and gusto of the mornings sex
play.  Alison sat frozen; holding the crust of her sandwich to her mouth as
he uttered the words in a serious tone.
   "You realize that what happened...what we did...was wrong," he began as
a statement, not a question.  "That you are well under age for what we
did..." he continued, and he fixed his gaze on her to emphasize the point
he made.
   "I guess so," she mumbled through the food she was chewing and she
dropped the hand holding the sandwich away from her mouth.
   She felt on the verge of tears.  Now would come the admonishment.
   "What happened must never be told about to anyone.  No one...ever," he
said firmly.  "Do you understand?"
   She nodded, her stomach starting to churn in fear of what he might say
next.  Her appetite for the sandwich vanished.
   "If I can trust you never to say anything," he continued, "we can be
close again," he said carefully, searching her face for any sign of
objection to what he was implying.
   Alison was not to know that Tim was scared she might realize the error
she had made and she might tell or react badly; despite her apparent normal
behavior that afternoon.  His meaning started to filter through her fuddled
brain that he wasn't admonishing her, and she understood he was simply
seeking her silence.  And he implied there would be more contact.  She
immediately felt a relief and she shuddered involuntarily at the release of
her pent up concern.
   "Yep...yep...that's good.  I won't say anything," she began in a rush.
"It's our secret.  Neither mom, nor anyone else will know," she said
quickly.  "Just us."
   He smiled and placed a hand on her upper thigh nearest him and the
fingers slid towards her crotch and he pressed them against her mound;
shielded by the thick panel of her cargo shorts flies.  She swallowed hard
and grinned sheepishly and glanced at his hand.  She dropped her free hand
to the back of his and pressed it harder against her crotch and looked up
and smiled.  Her consent to move forward was given; her body now tingling
with excitement.  She knew about sex; the birds and the bees, as it were.
And she had viewed his porn clips and surfed sex sites surreptitiously on
the internet; to know what she might expect with him.  But her imagining of
sex was just that; imagination, despite the encounters of the morning. 
"That's what I want to hear," he said leaning closer and squeezed her sex
through the shorts.  "Finish your sandwich," he said with a smile.  "I have
something else to put in your mouth."
   She grinned mawkishly at his crude insinuation and she struggled to
finish the mouthful of bread and ham, as her broad grin made it difficult
to chew.  She stuffed the remnants of the sandwich into her mouth and she
chewed firmly to eat the remaining food.  He stood and picked up their
empty soda cans and took them to the kitchen and dropped them in the trash.
By the time he returned she had finished swallowing the sandwich and stood
to face him.  He stood in front of her and taking her face in his hands, he
stooped and lightly pecked her cheeks, lips, and nose, as he run his hands
up into her hair and trailed the fingertips across her ears.  She trembled
and visibly sagged with excitement, reaching out and grasping his hips to
support her weakening legs.
   "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered crudely, staring into her
green eyes.
   "Yes...yes...I know" she whispered her voice almost an involuntary sob
of excitement and yet tinged with fear of the unknown.
   Tim turned her and guided her to his bedroom; walking just behind her
with his arm loosely around her waist.  He saw the look of concerned
anticipation on her face and she almost stumbled as her legs felt weak and
wobbly.  All of the school yard whispering and giggling with her friends
about "It" and what "It" would be like, was now to become a reality. 
Something she wanted yet her youth and inexperience caused her the concern.
What would "It" be like?  Would it hurt?  They arrived at the bedside,
still disheveled from the morning as they had left to go shopping before
making it.  She touched the bed and lightly run her fingers along the sheet
then turned to look at him.  He was smiling in a confident sort of way and
he touched her face with a hand and trailed the fingers back to her ear. 
She reached for his hand with hers and held it against her cheek and then
after giving him a look of confirmation this was Ok, she turned her head
slightly and captured the thumb in her lips.  He smiled at her overt action
and a small shock hit his groin as she suckled the thumb.  His free hand at
his side slipped to his flies and he slowly pulled the zipper down and
fumbled inside for his hardening cock.  She now held his hand in both of
hers and suckled his fingers in turn; drawing them into her mouth.  She
felt this was what she should do as she had seen this in porn clips; albeit
portrayed by an adult porn actress hamming it up for the camera.  He
grinned at her boldness and chuckled "that's so hot" as he reached for one
of her hands.  It was a lie as it was more amusing than erotic now that the
initial shock of her lips had passed.  She wasn't very good at it, nor
should she be, given her lack of experience.  She opened her eyes as she
felt his hand guide hers to his hardening cock and she dropped her gaze to
it quickly, holding his other hand away from her mouth as the new
distraction became the focus of her attention.  She curled her fingers
around it.  That much she had learned and she began to fondle and slowly
jack it, her head bowed as she watched her hand on the thick cock jutting
from his pants.  She looked up at him with a broad grin and he smiled at
her.  It was more a smile of humor at her juvenile reaction, rather than a
smile of enjoyment at the effect of her hand.
   "Suck it," he said softly, and she widened her grin and sunk to her
haunches, and took him into her mouth.
   Alison had sucked him that morning and she had learned much about the
mechanics of fellatio.  He had showed her the importance of the hand in
unison with the mouthing by the lips and the swirling of her tongue.  For
her part she was also aware of it's thickness and how much she need to
stretch her mouth as she drew more of it in.  She had learned to, the feel
of it hitting her throat and the times she felt she would gag as he had
pushed it in deeper than she had expected.  He took her head and held it
loosely in place and let her practice; not moving to take any initiative.
She relaxed realizing he was not pressuring her to take him deep and she
felt more in control of the cock.  She had earlier been concerned at it
possibly being distasteful but now she knew her saliva neutralized any
possible taste the organ may have had.  Tim watched her and a surge of
contentment ran through him.  Not from her ministrations on his cock, but
the realization he had her.  She was his to do what he wanted.  And he
trusted her not to tell.  `Time to fuck you my sweet baby' he thought as he
realized she was beginning to stir a reaction in him that he was not yet
ready to surrender to.  He dropped a hand from her head to the base of his
cock and flipped it from her mouth.  She let out an involuntary gasp as the
thickness vanished from her opened mouth and she sucked air.  She glanced
up and he rubbed the thick cock slick with her saliva around her face and
pressed it against her cheek and the side of her nose.  He wiped it this
way several times and tapped her face with it and pushed it back into her
mouth.  She went to take it again but he moved and indicated not to take
him in hand so she placed her hands against his upper thighs and for a
minute or two, Tim subjected his prize to subtle subjugation as he toyed
with her mouth and lightly slapped her face with the hard organ.  Alison
had no idea this was potentially demeaning and when he grazed her lips with
it, she opened her mouth and hungrily took it in.  All to please him.  She
had no idea of the sexual submission she was being subjected to. 
Eventually Tim satisfied his dominance of her with the cock and he eased
back and grinned down at her; it was almost a leer.
   "Time for the next lesson," he said quietly and he cupped her chin and
motioned her to her feet.
   "Strip for me," he said holding her eyes as if he were a hypnotist
putting her under his control.
   He stepped slightly back to give her space and as she removed her polo
top and bra as he stroked his cock; just to keep it `right' for the sex
that was to come.  As her puffy budding breasts came into view, and she
dropped her top and bra to the floor, he reached out to her and massaged
her breasts in turn; tweaking the nipples and fondling her across her firm
mounds.  She stood passive and watched his hands, occasionally glancing at
his face and enjoying the obvious pleasure he had in groping her this way.
   "Carry on," he said realizing she had stopped undressing to watch him
fondle her breasts.
   She quickly undid the button on her shorts and unzipped them and pushed
them off her hips.  They were quite full in the front yet tight on her hips
and butt and she wiggled her hips slightly to get them to fall.  She had
been wearing open sandals which she had shucked in the living room so she
was bare foot, and she stepped from the shorts crumpled at her ankles.  She
wore little girl underpants; white cotton with little allure in their
shape, such that like the shorts, they revealed nothing of the shape of her
crotch and sex.  They had small ducklings on them and he felt himself blush
as they reminded him she was just a kid.  But the slow stroking of his hand
on his cock pushed any pangs of conscience he might otherwise have felt and
he simply regarded her as a sex object for his use.  This was real.  This
was what his libido was driving in him.  Alison shucked the underpants and
stood nervously before him with her hands clasped just above her slit.  She
looked at him in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness at what was to
follow.  He moved her hands and peered down at her pubis and the top of her
slit; noting the fullness of the pubis as framed by her slender legs.  His
mouth went dry and he licked his lips, almost obscenely, as he regarded the
plump sex between her legs.  He almost had to shake his head to bring
himself back to his senses; such was his fascination of her juvenile sex
with the faint shadow of brown which was her sparse growth of prepubescent
pubic hair.  He cupped his fingers and slipped the tips against her labia.
She started and shuddered in excitement and nervousness as he touched.  She
steeled herself and stood passively before him as he felt her for several
minutes; all the while stroking himself lazily as he watched his fingers
slide between her labia and push down and back to her tight dry vaginal
opening.  She moved her clasped hands up below her breasts and she stared
at his hand working his cock and marveled at how thick it had become; and
how the blunt mushroom head was red and shiny jutting above his hand
wrapped around it.  She swallowed hard as she realized he intended to shove
that big thing into her; just as she had forced the slimmer hairbrush
handle into herself.  She trembled as the thought hit her.  `He's going to
fuck me,' and she clamped her bottom lip between her teeth in involuntary
concern.
   Tim fucked her.  Just as they both knew he would.  After feeling her up,
standing by the bed, he finally motioned her to climb up onto it; slipping
his hand out from cupping her sex and fingering her dryness.  As she turned
and climbed onto the bed, he caught a glimpse of the fullness of her vulva
and a flash of her brown anal rose as she lifted one leg onto the bed with
the other still supporting her weight on the floor.  She nimbly drew the
second leg up off the floor and rolled onto her back.  She assumed she
needed to be on her back.  She lay with her hands beside her body and her
legs slightly parted and she turned her head and looked at him.  Tim had
shucked his polo shirt and he was now discarding his cargo pants and under
shorts.  As he stepped out of each pants leg she saw his erection sticking
above the horizontal and waving about.  His naked abdomen had thick curly
hair from the belly button down to his cock and covered the tops of his
thighs.  His chest had sparse thatch in the middle, spreading to his Pecs
but not beyond.  Now naked, he stepped to the bed and leaned over her and
ran his hand up between her legs and fondled her sex briefly as he lowered
his mouth to her nearest breast and suckled the nipple.  She draped a hand
loosely around his neck in a show of consent at his tonguing her breast. 
After a few minutes of fingering her he decided she was just too immature
in her sexuality to lubricate and he remembered the KY he had bought and
realized it was still out in the kitchen where he had left it while they
unpacked the groceries.
   "Wait here beautiful," he said softly and he turned and walked from the
room.
   Alison frowned at his sudden departure and wondered what he was doing.
He soon returned and she saw the plastic bottle in his hand.  He flipped
the lid and squeezed some of the slippery goop onto his fingertips,
replaced the lid and still holding it in his hand, reached the fingers with
the lube on to her crotch.  She gasped as the liquid felt cold to her
sensitive labia, and he stopped, gauging her reaction to it.
   "It's a little cold," she gasped and chuckled in embarrassment.
   "Wait a minute or two," he said grinning at her, and slowly massaged the
goop between her labia.  He replenished the fingers twice and moved a
little further down the bed so he could see his hand plying her with the
lube.
   "Open your legs more," he instructed, and she obliged quickly and
immediately he shoved his thick middle finger into her tight vaginal
opening.
   She felt a little uncomfortable at first but soon the transfer of the
lubricant and the slow warming of her nether regions caused by the liquid
made her relax and she realized the intruding finger wasn't even as thick
as the hairbrush handle she had broken her hymen with.  She lay and he
slicked her and he introduced a second finger which caused her to wince and
she twisted to make his entry more comfortable.  Tim realized his hand was
getting tired due to the angle of approach and he climbed onto the bed and
straddled her legs and kneeled to continue to work her tight vagina open,
and grease it as far as he could go.  Eventually he got his two middle
fingers in to the second knuckle and she lifted her hips to ease the
stretching discomfort she was feeling.  This was certainly more invasive
than the hairbrush handle.  He lubed her to the degree that she could feel
the excess liquid running down between her buttocks; just as she felt on
hot days or after gym class when she sweated profusely.  Tim finally
finished manipulating her vaginal opening and decided he was ready.  His
cock was still hard despite not having touched it for some minutes while he
lubed her.  Now he sat back on his haunches and poured the liquid directly
on the mushroom head and then palmed the cock and slicked it with the goop.
He closed the cap on the KY and threw it up beside her on the far side of
the bed.  He rubbed the residue of lube onto her sex to wipe the hand clean
and then looked at her as he stroked his cock obscenely.  She was gently
gnawing at her bottom lip; her face showing concern that the time was nigh.
Tim moved his knees inside her legs so they were touching her inner thighs.
   "Open your legs more," he instructed, and as she obeyed, he started to
slide his knees back and lowered his body while reaching forward with one
hand beside her body to support him.
   Looking down her body, he moved himself in towards her crotch with his
cock in hand and touched it against her sex lips.  She held her breath and
clamped the bottom lip tighter between her teeth and grasped the bedding
with her hands.  Tim slipped the slick head of the cock along her sex a few
times and as the labia were forced apart, he lowered it back and down and
felt her vagina slowly give as he pushed himself forward.  Alison shut her
eyes tightly and lifted her head back exposing the underside of her chin
and grabbed the sheet tighter in her hands.  Time eased forward and slowly
but inexorably, he began to penetrate her; her young vaginal opening
yielding to the thick hard intrusion made easier by the copious amount of
lubrication inside of her and on his cock.  After a few slow intrusions and
then easing back to be pushed once more, Tim worked most of his cock into
her tight cunt.  After about three or four minutes, Alison felt a dull ache
inside of her and his cock nudged against her cervix as he bottomed out. 
She gasped at the weird feeling; the hair brush had never gone this far. 
Or had it?  The hymen was long gone.  Maybe she had penetrated herself this
deep before.  But there was never this feeling of being stretched open. 
She let go her breath that she had been holding; almost as a gasp, and Tim
looked up at her with her head thrown back and her back lightly arched as
she held herself rigid.  He grinned and his male pride took him over.
   "This is for me sweetheart," he whispered crudely under his breath. 
"Yours is to come later."
   He started to fuck her.  Slowly at first; using the tight engagement to
hold him captive and he let his cock go and placed the hand beside her
body; just like the one he had used to support his upper body.  He fucked
in and out carefully and Alison began breathing and gasping.  He was thick
and it wasn't that comfortable and there were times he went deep and hit
her insides and she gasped and then sighed in relief as the cock withdrew;
only to hit her again on the in-stroke.  As they both became accustomed to
the cock deep inside of her, pushing and stretching as it went in and out,
she began to find the position where she could minimize the weird feeling
of discomfort.  Without realizing it she had raised her legs so she had his
hips now clasped between her knees and her hands came off the bed and she
wrapped her arms around her neck.  Tim recognized the full engagement of
sexual intercourse on her part; albeit by instinct not learned.  He fucked
her more steadily and lifted his head in pleasure at the tightness of her
cunt holding him in her.  He gasped and groaned, muttering obscenities
under his breath; barely audible.
   "Oh geez...oh fuck...oh fucking great...so fucking tight...oh God this
is great your so tight...tight cunt" he gabbled, and she blanched at the
word `cunt' that she picked out of his mumbling and gasping over her body.
   She knew he was pleased with her end enjoying her and she held him
tighter despite the urge to sometimes push him back from penetrating too
deep.  Tim did not last too long and soon he felt the distant alarm inside
his groin that he recognized as the precursor to cumming.  He increased his
traction from his knees and shoved quicker and deeper and Alison gasped and
cried out.  He lifted his torso and taking her legs he shoved them up and
slapped them lightly to make her wrap them around his waist.  She obeyed
and clung to him grimly as this allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and
as she gritted her teeth in total discomfort at the thick invader right
inside of her being, he came hard and gasped and cried and sobbed like a
baby as he spilled himself inside of her.  His head thrown back and his
face contorted in effort and the pleasure that ripped through his core and
he filled her with his semen and the thickness of the cock plugging her
full.  He cried out in one last yell of delirious anguish and slumped
forward; resting on his forearms braced beside her shoulders, and dropped
his head beside hers on the pillow and wept.
   "What have I done to you?" he sobbed in release and his body shook with
his sobs and his tears ran into her hair as he held her head in his hand.
   His subconscious guilt had surfaced as rapidly as he had spilled his
semen into her.  Alison clasped him tightly to her and she felt the tears
well up in her eyes, totally overcome by his reaction which was scary yet
instinctively she knew he had totally abandoned himself to his pleasure. 
She caused that.  It was she he had coveted; it was she he had wanted, and
now he had had her.
   "I love you," she sobbed with quavering voice and the tears rolled from
her eyes and she crushed him to her tightly.  "I love you..."
   They rested for some time.  Eventually he softened and as he lay half
dozing in his afterglow, she felt the cock slip from her sex and soon the
wetness as the semen ran from her body, spreading in a broad wet spot
between her legs.  He was heavy and she gently maneuvered him off her and
to one side.  Once he was more on the bed than across her body, she turned
towards him and cuddled him.  She soon dozed; more exhausted from the
emotional release than sexual pleasure which did not come.  Eventually Tim
came around and looked at her sleeping.  He thought hard to recall what had
occurred and the pangs of guilt surfaced once more.  He looked at her small
breasts and the pink nipple framed by the arm she threw across his body in
embrace.  The pale skin and sweet innocence of her pretty face; strands of
blond hair caught in her lips as a lock fell across her face.  He touched
her cheek lightly.
   "What have I done to you princess," he whispered.
   She did not stir.  *** When he roused her, it was after he had lain and
allowed his desire for her to drive the feelings of guilt from his
conscious mind.  He felt his cock and deliberately fondled himself while
recalling the bliss of the fuck, and he became hard.  He roused her and
kissed her on the mouth as if to thank her for her submitting to his lust.
Without a word and only quizzical glances from Alison as to what he wanted,
he rose into a kneeling position and coaxed her onto her stomach, lifting
her abdomen so she raised herself up onto her knees with her face pressed
into the pillow.  It dawned on her what he was wanting as he shuffled down
the bed on his knees and nudged her knees apart and positioned himself
between her thighs.  He run a hand into her sex and noted the KY had worn
off her body and she was quite dry again.  He searched and found the bottle
and Alison lay passive once more, her eyes half shut in submission, as his
hand once again wetted and greased her with the slimy liquid.  She gasped
and grunted and her eyes flew open in shock and she opened her mouth in a
silent cry as he shoved completely inside her in one hard shove.  She
dragged her hands up and clutched the pillow and her body flexed and shook
as he fucked her hard; slamming deep as she gasped and sobbed in discomfort
as the big thick cock bludgeoned her open once more.  If the first fuck had
been invasive and difficult to manage, this was even more difficult as Tim
used her like a whore and fucked her hard until he came hard into her
second time; crying out as he finally spewed the last of his cum into her
body.  He collapsed across her back, driving her down with his weight; to
lie flat on her stomach.  As he swooned into his afterglow, Alison cried
once more; partly in discomfort and partly at the weight of emotion that
took her over.  As he slept, she eased out from under him and once more
wrapped her arms around him and cuddled him like a baby.  This had been
truly overwhelming.  Not as she had imagined it might be, yet despite the
nagging ache between her legs caused by the rough battering her young sex
had suffered, the feeling of them belonging together lulled her into a
sense of satisfaction that all that had occurred this day was well worth
the wait.
   They got out of bed somewhere after five o'clock that evening.  Tim
ushered her into the shower and they washed each other without any further
sex.  Tim was feeling relaxed yet knew that he had ejaculated numerous
times since daybreak and his desire to continue with what he felt was
quality sex, he resisted the desire to allow her to go down on him as she
had already done that morning.  Instead she washed and fondled him and when
he became hard he chuckled and dissuaded her from going any further;
telling her `to save it for later.' Alison pouted and slicked him with soap
but reluctantly let the wagging erection go.  Tim roved his hands between
her legs and pushed soapy fingers into her causing her to wince and she
insisted she wash inside herself.  They donned bathrobes and stayed that
way as Tim cooked dinner.  They sat at the table and once again Alison
grinned like the cat that got the cream.
   "How are you feeling," Tim asked with a grin.
   "F-i-i-i-ne," she crooned and grinned at him.  "Maybe a little sore."
   "You'll get used to it sweetie," he promised.
   She nodded but had to defer to his wisdom on this score.  She did feel
tender in her sex and she held some trepidation for the rest of the night
and into Sunday.  They finished dinner and he served two ice-cream cones as
dessert.  They snuggled on the couch and licked their ice creams and
watched TV until about nine.  There was nothing interesting on TV and as he
gazed idly at the screen she slipped her hand into his robe and sought out
his cock.  He glanced down and smiled quietly at the look of intense
interest on her face as she exposed his rapidly hardening cock.  She jacked
him and watched her hand, absorbed in her work and the feel of the
hardening organ.  She caught him studying her expression and she poked her
tongue at him them went down on him.  Tim allowed her to indulge herself.
After all she had virtually been a spectator of sorts to his lust that
afternoon; it was time he let her satisfy her curiosity.  Twice he chuckled
and made her back off as she nearly caused him to cum.  Finally after she
found her mouth ached and her hand was likewise sore from lying in a
cramped position while she masturbated and sucked him, she begged him to
let her make him cum.
   "But not in my mouth.  I want to see him shoot like he did this
morning," she gushed as she rubbed it against her face and licked it like
the ice-cream she had recently finished.
   "OK dirty girl," he laughed and lay back further into the couch and
dragged a leg up and under her to rest along the back of the couch seat;
opening his legs and allowing her to lie between them with her feet hooked
over the far end of the couch.  She jacked him, occasionally suckling him.
   "Tell me when you're gonna shoot," she panted as she worked him.
   It wasn't long and he allowed himself to succumb to her hand and gasped
"I'm cumming" as he stiffened and suddenly shot into the air.  She giggled
and drew back an awe and watched the strong spurts of his semen curl into
the air and land on his abdomen and thighs; once small glob hitting her
wrist.  After he finished and calmed down, she grinned and muddled her
fingers in the pools of spreading semen on his body.  He studied her
interest and grinned at her toying with his cum.  She pushed her face close
in and inhaled the musky smell while squeezing the last drop from the eye
of his cock.  It was in this position that he placed his hand on her head
and pushed her further towards the semen.  She tried to resist at first but
stopped and looked at it; knowing what he wanted but not wanting to go
further.
   "Clean me," he said firmly.  "Lick it up."
   She didn't look up but reluctantly moved her mouth to the closest pool
and tested it with her tongue.  She decided it smelt worse than it tasted
and with his hand holding her head blocking any recoil, she slowly licked
the semen from his hairy abdomen and thighs; and after deciding it wasn't
that bad, she licked the smearing streak on her wrist.  When she finished
he let her head go and she looked up and smiled at him.
   "All clean," she said in a little girl voice.
   "Good girl," he said sincerely and made her sit up and he kissed her;
pushing his tongue inside her mouth as if searching for residue of his cum.
   She caught his concession to taste it in her mouth, and felt happy he
had no qualms about tasting it either; albeit diluted by her saliva.
   This short bout of kissing was completed when he broke free and looked
at her, studying her beautiful face as if seeing it for the first time.
   "Your turn beautiful," he said softly.  "It's my turn to make you feel
good."
   He rose from the couch and as she stayed crouched on the couch watching
as he stood, and he coaxed her to lay full length with one leg along the
back of the seat of the couch and the other he pulled over the front edge
so her foot touched the floor.  He released Janine's robe she wore and she
was splayed opened to his gaze.  Her young sex was red and looked chafed
from the fucking it had endured that afternoon.  He ran a thumb into it and
she flinched.  She was definitely a little raw there.  He smiled at her and
lowered himself to his knees on the floor beside the couch and slowly
leaned in towards her crotch.  She realized what he was about to do and she
grinned mawkishly in anticipation.  `He's going to suck me,' she thought
happily.  Tim moved in on her and gently began to suckle her labia;
flicking his tongue up and into the crinkle near the hood that covered her
juvenile clitoris.  He was zeroing in on her as he had done with her mother
and his previous lovers since his late teens.  He had no idea how she would
respond and didn't know she had already experimented on herself; and had
enjoyed the sensations she caused.  Yet she had never had an orgasm despite
her fervent manipulations.  There was always a spot just out of reach of
her fingers.  But after about seven or eight minutes of his lightly
licking, and subtle stroking with his fingertips, Alison felt a familiar
warmth start to course through her groin and inner pelvic region.  And Tim
caught the first movements of arousal as she moved her hips slightly, so he
slid the pad of his thumb above his mouth and pressed the clitoral area. 
She jerked involuntarily and he noted the response so repeated the pressure
while reaming her inner labia with his tongue.  Slowly Alison felt the spot
that was just out of reach become more attainable and she became aware she
was moaning softly.  Tim was experienced.  He had a number of his partners
that responded to oral sex readily and he was quite expert at giving
pleasure to them.  Janine particularly enjoyed it and often made him get
her off completely; forgoing his desire to fuck her and finger her off as
he went.  Sometimes penetrating her anus and vagina with his fingers as she
bucked and cried out in pleasure.  For Alison the feeling was starting to
overwhelm her and her hands moved to Tim's head and she began uttering
short gasps of instructions of "there...there...like that...oh
God...no...back...there...that's good...like that..." as she started to
surrender to the delicious feeling that was taking her over.  She came
hard; so hard and so consuming of her senses she did not flinch as Tim's
fingers shoved into her ravaged vagina and his pinky slid to her dry tight
anus to the first knuckle.  The oral sex may well have been intended for
Alison's pleasure but Tim lapsed into a familiar practice he had used on
the girl's mother and couldn't resist penetrating her anus.  Alison peed a
little and he tasted the salty sickly sweet urine as she gasped and bucked
under his mouth and fingers.
   They lay on the couch for about an hour.  Alison dozing in fatigue from
the pleasure she had experienced for the first time.  He lay behind her,
cuddling her and idly watching some bad cop show on TV.  At about ten
thirty he roused her and she climbed off the couch and stumbled towards her
bedroom in habit.  He chuckled and took her arm and steered her to the door
to the hall to his bedroom; pausing to turn the TV off with the remote and
killing the lights as he guided her to the bedroom.  Tim was so flushed
with his own sense of power and control of his newly initiated sex toy that
he could have let her lie in her post orgasmic stupor and plow her deep as
he had done twice that afternoon.  But he realized this was not a grown
woman practiced at sex.  This was a preteen, prepubescent girl who had been
subjected to nearly eighteen hours of sexual adventure which had left her
nearly comatose.  It wasn't enough that her emotions and sense had been
overwhelmed, but the intensity of her first orgasm had physically wiped her
out.  He crawled in beside her and pulling the duvet over them, cuddled her
and they fell asleep.
   ***
   He woke somewhere just after seven thirty Sunday morning.  The familiar
nagging throb of erection waking him and he knew it was an early morning
piss hard.  He and Alison had separated slightly in their sleep during the
night and he lay and watched her sleeping.  He stroked himself and deciding
not to wake her; he rolled away from her and lifted his knees and slowly
played and toyed with his hard cock.  As he lay back recalling her mouth,
her sex and the joyous feeling of being buried in her, he felt a movement
and opened his eyes and turned his head.  She had lifted her head and was
watching his hand lightly bumping the duvet tented over his upraised knees.
She caught his head movement towards her and looked at him and grinned
sleepily.  She reached for the top of the duvet and pushed it down exposing
his hand wrapped around his cock.  Tim froze, watching her watching his
hand.  He didn't move.
   "Do it," she said sleepily, and turned to look at his face.  "Do it for
me...show me what you do," she said her voice almost a whisper, she was so
enthralled at his handling himself.
   `I must be crazy,' Tim thought.  `Giving myself a hand job and wasting
this delicious hard on.'
   But he knew she would most likely still be tender from the pounding she
had the day before so he grimaced at the absurd situation she had caught
him in and lay back and slowly masturbated.  She moved down his side and
peered, enthralled at his hand fisting his cock.  She noted he held himself
firmly and the fingers were wrapped tight.  She had used her thumb and
fingers quite gently.  She was drinking in his technique and she laughed
almost hysterically in delight as he finally came; shooting high into the
air as his semen arced up and dropped on his body.  One shot falling in her
hair and she pulled back, giggling as a little girl, as it hit her. 
Without coaxing, she moved and he felt her tongue laving him and she
slurped and sucked the semen from his hairy body.  The masturbation took
away any thought he had of fucking her; also knowing it would probably be
too soon after the rough ride she had Saturday afternoon.  If he had not
have cum this way, he knew he would have fucked her again.  They lay in bed
for an hour or so and she looked up at him, lying in the crook of his arm
and whispered hoarsely;
   "Would you suck me?" she said.
   He looked down at her and grinned.
   "Of course...you liked that last night didn't you?" he chuckled.
   "I loved it," she corrected with a giggle and kicked the duvet and
spread her legs and waited.
   Tim had little trouble bringing the youngster to a second orgasm. 
Alison clasping his head and crying out as the pleasure, just like the
night before, rose within her and she came on his mouth.  This time she did
not miss noticing the small finger forced into her dry anus; or the three
fingers he opened her vagina up with.  As she gasped and bucked and came
down from the intense feelings taking her over as she drifted towards
sleep, she vaguely sensed him rising over her and felt the familiar
thickness stretching between her legs as Tim mounted her for the third time
ever; the first fuck for Sunday.  He fucked her quickly; grunting and
groaning as he used her prone body, exhausted from his mouth and hand, and
came hard into her and collapsed over her after emptying his balls into her
once more.  He had not intended to use her so soon after yesterday's
battering, but her reaction to his oral assault had turned him so much he
could not resist screwing her once more.  *** Sunday was as near to normal
as usual.  They were both feeling the worse for wear of the sexual ordeal
they had participated in since Saturday morning.  They did normal chores
and cleaning of the apartment and went out and wandered the mall.  As they
walked past Victoria's Secret Tim paused and glanced at the mannequins in
the window with the skimpy underwear.  He recalled the range of little girl
underpants Alison had and decided he would buy her some more adult panties.
Not Victoria Secret though.  How would she explain those at gym time?  He
steered her to a music shop and suggested she might browse and find either
a DVD or CD she liked.  She appreciated his thought and started to browse
the selections.  Tim slipped back to Macy's and after a nervous discussion
with a sales assistant, found a more womanly style of panties `for his teen
daughter's birthday' as he lied to the assistant.  She laughed at his
apparent embarrassment and it never occurred to her he didn't look old
enough to have a teen daughter, such was her amusement at his discomfort
with buying panties.  But she helped him choose panties more risqu� than
the old cotton underpants Alison wore.  She selected five plain colors and
two brilliant white and jet black panties with crocheted front panels. 
`For special occasions' the older woman chuckled.
   "Every woman feels special in nice lingerie," she said sagely.  Alison
was absolutely delighted with his gift and she clutched him and wept in
gratitude.
   "But not for school days where you have gym," he warned and tapped her
playfully on the nose.  "We don't want nosy kids wondering where you got
the sexy panties from."
   Alison tried the black panties first and she looked ravishing.  Her pale
skin accentuated the blackness of the skimpy garment.  She was standing
modeling herself in his mirror; naked except for the panties and he felt
aroused and came up behind her.  He embraced her from behind and rubbed her
breasts and suckled her neck and nibbled her ear, slipping a hand down the
waist of the panties and began fondling her sex.  Alison was already
flushed with enjoyment from the gift and the sight of the panties on her
burgeoning hips that she was surprised to feel that distant nagging feeling
in her pelvic area as his thumb stroked her clitoral area inside the
panties.  Tim was hard and his erection pressed into her back.  Alison
passed some point of self control and she turned towards him and he slid
his hand inside her sex and noted she was moist and she grabbed his
shoulders and sought his lips and kissed him with a wet open mouth.  Tim
lost it.  He pushed the panties from her hips and lifted her quickly onto
the dressing table.  Alison was taken by surprise and she rested a hand
back to stop herself falling against the mirror as he shoved her legs apart
and fished his erection out of his jeans.  He pulled the crotch of her
panties to the side of her labia and he shoved hard into her sex.  Instead
of wincing at the onslaught, Alison felt flushed with a peculiar feeling of
want that she could not explain and she grasped his shoulders and he rutted
her quickly; her butt bouncing up and down on the dresser top as he thrust
into her.  He watched his expression in the mirror over her shoulder as she
clung to him, and came hard inside of her.
   After dinner he suggested she bathe as a way of soothing her tortured
sex and she grinned and wandered off to run the bath.  He watched TV after
he cleared the dishes and she eventually came out in Janine's bathrobe. 
After a brief time lying together, the scent of bath oils and her clean
shampooed hair got to him and he began feeling inside her robe.  She
reciprocated and felt for his hardening cock.  As it was now gone ten
thirty, he paused with their foreplay and told her they would resume in the
bed which he had changed and made, following the afternoon sex.  They
resumed the foreplay, naked on top of the bed with the duvet rolled back
and he went down on her for a short while and then coaxed her to twist
around.  She obeyed with a quizzical look and then beamed at his cock that
loomed hard before her face as she felt him crane his head up from his
reclining position and his tongue came up against her sex.  She spread her
legs both side of his head and shoulders and lowered her sex to the
delicious strumming of his tongue; pursed like a stiff finger, and she
lowered her mouth over his hard cock.  He held her around the small of her
back and she worked his cock as they went at it sixty-nine.  Eventually the
nagging pleasure rising in her loins caused her to abandon concentrating on
his cock and she lay with her face against his thigh, clutching his
erection against her face as she groaned and gasped as he brought her off a
third time that day.  When she finally came down off the high he slipped
out from under her and kneeling beside her he lifted her hips so she
kneeled and quickly moving behind her, he entered her wet sex from behind.
She groaned and rolled her eyes as he bottomed and they both watched Tim
doggie fuck her in the mirror of the dresser opposite the foot of the bed.
Tim fucked the little girl quickly and came hard into her for the third
time that day.
   Monday started much as Saturday and Sunday had; Alison sucking his early
morning hard on, only he caught her head and made her take his load in her
mouth and then urged her to swallow as she held the semen pooled on her
tongue.  After he rested, and near seven thirty, Tim lubricated her and
fucked her quickly, yet carefully so as not to cause her undue discomfort
and he came quickly.  This second bout of sex caused her to miss her bus so
he had to drop her at school.  After school he arrived home to find her
sitting on the couch eating popcorn.  He sat and asked her how her day went
and they made small talk as he ate the popcorn with her.  He went to rise
to get changed and to stop him leaving, she lifted her legs and slid a red
pair of the new panties from her hips and legs and opened her legs holding
her dress against her body.  She grinned and motioned towards her sex that
was still somewhat red around the labia lips, and he groaned as if it was a
chore and knelt and sucked her to orgasm.  After dinner, she sucked him on
the couch and urged him to let her make him cum and giggled in glee as he
shot his load over the carpet.  Later in bed he lubricated her sex and she
gingerly lay and let him fuck himself to another shuddering orgasm before
they both fell off to sleep.
   And so, two months shy of her thirteenth birthday and Alison had become
sexually active and not a little provocative at initiating sex with Tim. 
Most days involved at least three sexual encounters, whether oral sex or
full penetrative sex.  Tim became bolder with her and had her in a variety
of positions and locations around the apartment over the next weeks. 
Bending her over the end of the couch or she mounting him by backing up to
him, sitting with his feet astride on the end of the bed so they could
watch her bounce up and down on his cock in the mirror.  Her young near
bald sex spread by his cock.  The mirror became an oft used prop and she
enjoyed watching herself get fucked as much as he did.  Her young vagina
was changing with regular use and she now had little difficulty in taking
him, though the KY was still her friend.  She asked him questions about
past love affairs and coyly queried him about sex with her mother.  Tim was
effusive and descriptive about his encounters with all of his partners
except Janine.  It was bad enough he was screwing her preteen daughter
without compounding the insult by talking about her sexuality.  The refusal
of Tim to discuss sex with her mother irritated the young girl though she
never let it show.  For her part she told him what girls her age talked
about at school and he was excited to learn they had a keen interest in
things sexual.  She also admitted she had found his porn clips on the
computer and he went scarlet realizing she had stumbled onto his pedophilic
interest; although feeling embarrassed was somewhat redundant given he had
worked through his fantasies by frequently taking her in numerous positions
he saw in the clips.  Alison confessed to the experiments with the
hairbrush handle and he was amused and excited by her ingenuity and had
coerced her to show him; she lying on her back with her knees drawn up as
she moved the doppelganger in and out of her greased sex.  He maneuvered
her down the bed so she could see herself in the mirror.  He was so turned
on by it that he stood at the foot of the bed, and dragging her forward so
her legs flopped over the end outside his hips, he fucked her roughly,
cumming hard into her.  *** Tim had no more pangs of guilt or remorse as he
plowed her daily.  Their first visit to Janine after they had become
sexually active was a little awkward but if Janine noted any difference in
their demeanor, she never let on.  She usually talked to them together then
they would each allow the other some private discussion with Janine.
   "Has anything happened inside yet," she had asked Alison.
   The girl blushed remembering the hours spent laboring under Tim's mouth
or being spread by his thick cock.
   "Not yet," Alison said somewhat exasperated her mother kept asking every
visit.  "I'll tell you when mom," she had complained.
   Janine broached the topic with Tim and he blushed and looked
embarrassed.
   "Nothing I know of," he mumbled and Janine giggled at his reply.
   "It still makes you blush," she giggled.
   Tim grimaced and gave a wan smile at his embarrassment with talking
about feminine bodily functions.  With the visit to Janine in prison over
Tim and Alison drove back home.  They spoke little on the journey.  At one
point Tim turned to look at the pretty preteen.
   "Are you OK...?" he asked tentatively.
   She turned and glanced at him.
   "Sure...why shouldn't I be?" she answered somewhat defensively.
   "Oh...no reason...you just seemed quiet," he said.
   "You haven't said much either," she retorted.
   "That's true," he admitted.  "I guess it's the thought of your mother
being in prison...and all that is going on," he said, and gave her a
knowing look to emphasize the `all that's going on' comment.
   "I didn't say anything," Alison said staring at him, thinking he might
be worried she had let something slip.
   "That's Ok...I didn't think you would...I trust your silence," Tim said
trying to be reassuring.
   She gave a forced smile and turned to gaze out the side window as they
drove up the Mass Pike.  Tim thought of his partner in prison.  Janine had
settled into prison life and said she had made two good friends.  The
prison was medium security with most inmates being in for crimes of
property of some sort dishonesty or other, and there was little personal
intimidation or gang type behavior.  He ruefully wondered what she would
think of the situation if she had an inkling Alison's morals were under
attack from him who she said she trusted implicitly with her daughter.  He
stared grimly ahead with the heavy feeling of hopelessness that he could
never undo what had happened.  *** It was the Tuesday morning the following
week, just gone daybreak, that Tim was woken to the sound of Alison crying
out in alarm and roused him from a deep sleep brought on by an intense bout
of sex with her before midnight.  He lifted his head with a start and he
saw Alison half sitting propped back against her hands behind her; staring
between her legs at her naked body.  Tim looked to where she was staring
with her mouth open making moaning noises, and his eyes widened and he took
in the dark red stain of blood on the sheet between her legs.  She pushed a
hand down and lifted it to look at the blood on her fingertips.  She turned
towards him in alarm.
   "I'm bleeding," she cried.  "I'm hem...hemorging," she blubbed,
mispronouncing the word hemorrhaging.
   Tim gazed at the blood and initially he felt a surge of panic thinking
his rutting inside of her immature body had finally damaged her to the
point of hemorrhage.  Then he recalled the usual inquisition of Janine
about Alison's period and decided that was it.
   "Hey silly," he started reaching an arm around her.  "It's your
period...you're first period," he said trying to reassure her.
   She looked at him and then back at the blood and then her look of alarm
faded and she grimaced at the blood on her fingers.
   "E-w-w-w-w," she said and went to wipe her fingers, suddenly realizing
he was right and now this blood was dirty or unclean.
   Tim directed her to have a shower and to clean her legs and crotch; and
use the selection of sanitary protection she had stashed at Janine's
urgings.  She emerged from the bathroom wearing Janine's robe and
volunteered she had inserted one of the petite tampons she had.  Tim
suggested she wear a pad or use a panty liner as extra protection and she
nodded in agreement.  He checked in on her to hurry her up or she'd be late
for the school bus and noted she was wearing a light yellow pair of the new
panties.  He frowned.
   "Wear your old panties," he said gruffly.  "I don't want any health
nurse seeing those if you need some help through the day," he said. 
"She'll wonder what you are doing wearing those."
   Alison felt hurt at his words realizing that despite the torrid sex he
had had with her, he still saw her as a little girl when she saw herself as
a young woman.  His mate, his partner, his lover.  She failed to realize it
was the little girl in her that aroused him so.  She obeyed without
question and resurrected the basic white cotton underpants with small pink
flowers on.  Tim had put the bloody sheet in the laundry tub to soak, and
after a hasty bowl of cereal each, she caught the bus and he went off to
work.  It was some time late morning that the realization of what the blood
between Alison's legs actually meant.  He sat stony faced taking in the
awful truth.  Alison had most likely ovulated.  And given the heavy bouts
of penetrative sex and ejaculation, somehow he had failed to knock her up
and her body was setting her cycle that would be with her for decades.  He
knew enough to know it was entirely possible for a girl on the verge of
menstruation to become pregnant.  He began to sweat and he had to go to the
bathroom and splash cold water on his face.  As he crouched braced against
the washstand he looked at his wet face in the mirror, dripping the cold
water he had splashed over it, and muttered "you stupid, stupid, bastard."
Over the remainder of the day he was subdued and his boss inquired if he
was OK.  He took the question as a way out of remaining in the office and
lied he felt nauseous, and it was probably due to some chicken salad he had
the day before.  His boss insisted he go home and he left the office about
three.  He went via CVS and bought two large boxes of Trojan's and another
bottle of KY personal lubricant.  No bare back sex any more.  He sat in
front of his PC and surfed health pages devoted to female puberty and
confirmed it was very much possible for girls to conceive before their
first period.  Tim sweated as he read this, realizing he had dodged a
bullet.
   That evening he sat down with Alison and in a low serious tone, he told
her that from now on they would have to use condoms.  She listened in
silence, knowing he was right in that she could have got pregnant; and now
she certainly could if they continued unprotected sex at the rate they had
been screwing at.  Later as he washed up following dinner, she came to him
and mumbled she was off to bed and he stood and watched her almost flee to
her own room.  He checked a few minutes later and she had shut the door. 
Something she never did.  He was troubled by her seemingly shunning him but
told himself that it was inevitable that her hormones would start to cause
bouts of moodiness and perhaps irritability now she had finally hit
puberty. In fact Alison slept in her bed for the rest of the week and into
the weekend.  They visited Janine on the Sunday and he heard Janine's cry
of pleased surprise and deduced Alison had confirmed puberty was well under
way.  The two talked in hushed tones as if everyone in the visiting room
would hear.  When it came Tim's turn for a private talk Janine quickly
asked did he know Alison's period had arrived.
   "Yes she did mention it Thursday morning," he said, understating the
actual sequence of events and that she was in his bed and he'd had sex with
her the night before.
   "It's so exciting," Janine choked, holding back the tears.  "I so wish I
could have been there for her."
   Tim patted her hands and consoled her.
   "You should be proud of her," he said softly.  "She did exactly the
right things, and from what I could get out of her, there were no problems
at school."
   Janine nodded and agreed Alison had taken the arrival of her period in
her stride.  `If you only knew...if I hadn't been rummaging in her for the
past weeks she might still be waiting,' Tim thought ruefully.
   Tim and Alison drove back to Salem.  They picked up some pizza on the
way home and sat and ate dinner in front of TV.  Alison sat on the floor
with her back against the couch and Tim sat in the corner of the couch as
usual.  The felt she was still remote; even a little sullen, but it went
unchallenged by him.  `Let her come to terms with her new status as a young
woman,' he thought.  She went to her own room early that evening and he sat
and watched TV, feeling troubled.  Had the onset of her period caused her
to rationalize her actions with Tim and she was now having regrets?  She
knew she could have become pregnant yet only seemed concerned about it when
he brought it up after her period had arrived.  Was it that realization of
a close shave that had caused her to go to her own bed?
   The Monday started much like the past few days and their conversation
was limited and perfunctory.  That evening she showed a little more
interest and even initiated menial chatter about a TV programme, trying to
guess the guilty party in some cop show.  Yet come time for bed she went to
her own room.  It was just after daybreak the next morning that he felt her
crawl into bed, pushing him across to make room.  And she hugged him and
whispered "I'm sorry" and he felt her tears on his face.  He couldn't help
it but he wept to.  She stayed hard against him and when his inevitable
erection nudged against her thigh she took it in hand.  Within minutes he
had stripped her and she was crouched over him in sixty-nine.  As always,
she lost control and abandoned sucking him as she gasped and cried as he
brought her to orgasm with his mouth; his fingers wedged in her sex now
empty of tampon, now that her period was over.  He rolled out from under
her and she lay crouched waiting and watched him in the mirror; he kneeling
behind her tearing open the Trojan foil with his teeth and rolling the
condom over his thick cock.  He nudged up behind her and she spread her
knees as she bowed her head, her back arched, and he slid into her moist
tunnel.  He fucked her slowly; drawing out the pleasure of her tight
warmth, and she lifted her head and watched in satisfaction as she saw the
reflection of his face contort and grimace in the mirror as he filled the
condom with his cum.  Normal transmission had resumed.  Alison returned to
his bed and over the next two nights they fucked like they had been doing
each other for years.  She was stoic when he fucked her a little too
energetically, and he rewarded her with his mouth and fingers.  She enjoyed
rolling the Trojan onto his cock and the use of the condoms was now
mandatory despite Tim longing to once more leave his cum in her sex.  She
still took him in her mouth often, but he felt less satisfied spewing into
the thin latex sheath when he fucked her.  On one occasion following some
energetic sex, she giggled as he carefully shaved the burgeoning pubic hair
from her pubis, leaving her smooth and bald as she had been before puberty
kicked in.
   On one dreary Saturday when they had stayed in bed past noon, sated
after several bouts of sex since sunrise, Tim was toying idly wither her
sex; feeling the slickness of the residue of KY.  He lightly touched her
perineum and down to her anal pucker.  He thought about the times he had
slipped his finger in there as he sucked her and a new desire started to
flood his mind.  He told her to get her hairbrush.  She padded off naked to
fetch her ersatz sex toy and returned with a quizzical look on her face as
to what he had in mind.  She hand him the brush and climbed back onto the
bed.  He made her lie on her back and he knelt and greased the brush
handle. He then stroked her anus lightly, leaving a thin covering of KY. 
He put some more on his fingers and returned them to her pucker.  She felt
the greasy fingers slide over her anal ring once more and she gasped as he
slowly slipped a finger into her.  He had sometimes inserted a finger there
when he sucked her; letting his saliva dribble down her perineum and
wetting her anus as a thin lubricant.  But now he was deliberately
lubricating her there with the KY and she felt a little troubled by this.
It was now clear he intended on penetrating her there and she did not want
that.  She saw the look of satisfaction all was ready and he flicked his
eyes to face and saw the pensive look in her eyes.
   "Don't worry," he said softly.  "I won't hurt you," as he read her
thoughts.
   He took the hair brush and placed the tapered handle at her anus. 
Slowly he slid the greasy shaft carefully into her rectum.  She hissed
through her teeth as it caught the wall of her rectum and she lifted her
hips to adjust her body to reduce the irritation.  He eased it back and
slowly twisting it he slowly inserted the slim object up to the stiff
bristles, which he shielded from her tender flesh by his enveloping hand.
He switched his gaze between his hands inserting the handle and her face;
reading her acceptance or discomfort by her changing expression.  Once he
had it inserted completely, he slowly sodomized her with it.  Slowly
pulling it out and pushing it in.  As she grew accustomed to the
penetrating object, she allowed her hips to rest back on the bed and she
opened her legs wider.  The handle felt weird inside her rectum.  She
studied Tim through half closed eyelids and closed them as she relaxed but
she started when she felt him move and she opened her eyes properly and saw
him tearing a Trojan packet with his teeth; getting a condom to go on his
stiff cock.  He rolled it on, with one hand all the while slowly sodomizing
her with the hairbrush handle.  She had grimaced several times as the angle
of the hairbrush handle sometimes moved off line and stretched her or
nudged the wall of her rectum, as Tim was now concentrating on lubricating
his condom sheathed cock.  Alison had no doubt he intended on having her
with both holes filled.  The hairbrush wasn't too bad; she had gotten used
to it.  And the thought of a normal fuck was not at all disconcerting as
she was well used to it.  She began to relax a little, yet still somewhat
pensive at what it might feel like; plugged in both anus and vagina.  Tim
continued sodomizing her with the brush handle and she closed her eyelids,
having lost focus on him greasing his cock.  Seeing her apparently relax,
Tim deftly pulled the hairbrush from her anus causing her to wince and open
her eyes quickly and she realized he was in the process of mounting her as
if to fuck her vaginally as normal; only he quickly placed his cock against
her anus, now dilated by the intrusion of the hair brush handle.  He pushed
deliberately into her.  She cried out as she felt the thicker cock stretch
her sphincter and she tried to cry `no' but as she mouthed the word no
sound came.
   Tim adjusted his angle over her and slid his hands under her buttocks
and he went more into a semi kneeling position and he shoved himself
further into her.  Alison's head flew up and he saw the look of pain on her
face; her mouth open in a silent scream.  His lust was driving him and he
gritted his teeth and shoved again, causing her to arch her back and throw
her head back and he skewered her balls deep in her ass after three quick
in-out shoves.  He fucked her ass and eventually she found her voice and
started complaining and pushing at his upper body, all the while trying to
twist her body to expel the huge invader stretching her sphincter.  She
began to cry and sob and pleaded with him to stop.  She saw the
determination on his face and eventually she surrendered as he fucked her
harder.  She flopped around under him like a rag doll, and the mattress
shuddered, as he held her buttocks off the bed and moved his hips obscenely
in a rutting movement as he fucked her ass.  After awhile he noted Alison
had stopped fighting and he slowed and eased quickly out of her.  Alison
had her teeth clenched and she was gripping the bed, and she opened her
eyes as she felt the discomfort in her rectum ease.  But it was temporary
respite as Tim wrenched the condom from his hard cock and he pushed his now
bare cock back into her dilated anus; and she gasped and groaned in pain
once more as his balls slapped her butt and he fucked her hard and fast and
finally cried out and came into her bowel.  Crying and gasping he
eventually leaned forward and fell over her; his cock stretching her as he
bent forward.  She opened her mouth to cry out once more but only a ragged
exhaling of air came from her throat.  She felt totally defeated.  After he
lay still for several minutes and his cock began to soften, the discomfort
eased as it eventually slipped from her pucker; and she opened her eyes and
looked at his head bowed against her shoulder.  She lifted her arms and
slowly embraced him and hugged him, tears rolling down her cheeks.  She
felt defeated and decided she would always accept what he wanted from her.
   "I love you," she sobbed, barely audible.  "I love you."
   She squeezed him and this slight effort on her part caused a soft
farting noise from her stretched anus and she groaned in shame at the noise
of the escaping air he had pumped into her; and then she felt the seeping
semen wetting her butt crack as it slithered down and dripped onto the
sheet.  Pinned under her leg was the rumpled condom.  It was stuck to her
leg when the eventually rose for the day.  Cemented there by a smear of
semen which had leaked onto the bed and then she had lain in it and the
condom became stuck to it by the drying semen on her upper leg.  There was
no sex the rest of that day.  When they retired together for the night, he
sheepishly inquired after her well being and she lied she was fine.  Her
ass stung as he had made a little tear when he opened her up with his cock.
She had masked the discomfort as they went to shower earlier.  He had
joined her in the shower as he usually did but she was careful to keep his
hands off her nether regions, instead appearing to welcome his soapy hands
on her breast as a distraction from his usual vaginal and sometimes anal
penetration with his slick fingers.  *** A few days off thirteen and she
was now the accomplished lover of her adult partner; oral, vaginal and anal
sex were all in the repertoire and over the past few weeks Tim had indulged
himself more anally than vaginally as he was obsessed with cumming bareback
in her body.  For her part Alison quickly learned the best positions,
whether lying on her back or kneeling, to minimize the pain and discomfort
from his thick cock in her tight anus.  Despite her preference for vaginal
penetration over sodomy, she felt good about what had happened over the
last three months.  He was hers, and she was his as evidenced by the manner
he led the girl to more inventive sexual positions around the apartment. 
She seemed to spend a lot of her free time between school and bed, bent
someway or other and Tim holding himself deep inside her rectum.  Or
crouched over him in sixty-nine and being left totally wasted by the
ensuing orgasm she rarely failed to achieve this way.  In bed, she was
fucked before sleep and fucked before rising for the day for school.  The
weekends were a carnal smorgasbord without the interruption of school and
work.  Her mother was well out of the picture for at least two, nearly
three years.  Tim dominated her emotionally, albeit subtly that she had no
idea she was his to use as she wished.  Her own emotions making her believe
this was mutual and she was totally subservient to his wants.  For her
thirteenth birthday Tim treated Alison and three friends to a dinner at
Friday's and she felt very special being able to host her friends to what
was an adult-free evening.  They giggled and chatted and whispered as they
felt sophisticated dining out together.  He also bought her a new iPod and
her friends were envious it was not a Nano but a full capacity version
capable of video games and internet streaming.  One Sunday morning before
they were to leave to visit Janine they were showering together as they
always did and as he soaped her shoulders and moved his hands around to her
breasts she trapped them there and she bent her head back and looked up at
him.
   "Who's the best in bed?" she said huskily.  "Me or mom?"
   Tim's mouth dropped open and he froze as the question registered.  He
looked at her face; her eyes locked to his, and he knew it was a serious
question.  "You are," he said quietly.  "You are Ali."
   She beamed at him.
   "Do you mean it?" she asked uncertain if he was telling the truth or
not.
   He stooped and kissed her nose, massaging her breasts for effect.
   "You are," he repeated and grinned at her despite feeling disconcerted
about the question; and even more disconcerted with his answer.
   "You can do it to me then," she said with a wicked grin and dropped a
hand and reached back for his erection nestled in the cleft of her butt.
   Some vague alarm bell went off but he missed it and he grinned as she
moved a leg and bent his cock down and it slipped forward against her
labia. She leaned slightly forward and he went into her easily from behind
and he lifted one of her legs up and away so she perched the sole of her
foot on top of the bath, against the wall.  He stooped slightly and this
way he fucked up and into her; sometimes lifting her with the force of his
in-stroke; with her hands braced against the wall either side of the
exposed shower riser pipe to the shower head, to stop herself from falling
as he thrust into her.  Eventually Tim came hard as she smiled in
satisfaction at just how easy she could control him, despite his rough
sodomizing of her the night before.  Deep down she felt she could
manipulate him with her budding sexuality.  And she was his now.  And she
was better than her mother.  He had just said so.  She thought about what
she had been given for her birthday; and knew she would get whatever she
wanted when she wanted.  Her sexuality and his hunger for it was her weapon
of control.  Tim was deluding himself he was in charge.  She could play the
submissive sex doll knowing she could get what she wanted as a result of
it. *** THE AFTERMATH Alison at first missed the fact she was late.  Her
period had only been with her three months now and it wasn't yet reliable.
But as she crouched over the toilet bowl in the bathroom at school when she
should have been in her first class, Principal Maria Petersen heard her and
came into the cubicle.  Principal Petersen comforted the girl thinking she
had an upset stomach.  However when Mrs.  Cope happened to mention finding
Alison Hamilton being sick in the girls bathroom the following morning,
Principal Petersen had a bad feeling about what might ail the girl.  The
third day she waited near the girls room and when the bathroom cleared for
class, she entered and immediately detected someone was being sick in the
middle cubicle.  She tapped on the door and eventually Alison rose from
crouching over the bowl and let the woman in.  Principal Petersen ushered
the girl to the sick room and quizzed her about the vomiting.  Alison
confessed the nausea started as she showered or ate breakfast for three or
four days now.  She felt she had a virus or flu bug.  Principal Petersen
told her to lie down in an attempt to get better.  Leaving the girl to lie
quietly she went back to her office and telephoned the SVU number she had
been given.  All teachers had been coached on how to spot children who may
exhibit symptoms of child abuse.  Morning sickness was not one of the
common signs, but with three kids of her own, and having suffered miserable
morning sickness in early pregnancy she had an inkling of what ailed Alison
Hamilton.  Detective Crystal Hanrahan of the SVU arrived promptly and
Principal Petersen took her to see the girl.  She was introduced to Alison
as a health nurse and she began to ask the girl questions about what might
ail her.  They got to the subject that her period might be bothering her
and Alison dismissed that saying it hadn't arrived yet.  The two women
looked grimly at each other and Hanrahan quizzed the girl on her dates and
cycle and both women realized how late Alison was.  She may be newly
through menses but being this late was outside the norm for lateness due to
her body not settling into a routine.
   They came for Tim at work.  He broke down and cried when Detective
Smith, accompanied by Detective Hanrahan, put it to him that Alison had
confessed he had had sex with her; he had committed statutory rape on her.
Tim caved in and confessed tearfully, and shaking and sobbing his regrets.
In fact Alison had belligerently denied any sexual congress with her adult
guardian and when pressed as to who it might be that had got her pregnant,
she simply clammed up.  Tim hung himself with a full confession.  There
were a number of representative charges for rape, sodomy and sexual
assault. There were also charges pertaining to grooming and sexual
corruption of a minor.  All designed to be consecutive prison terms on
which the detectives were sure would see him put away for a long time. 
Janine was beside herself with pity for Alison, self-pity for herself being
the cause of leaving her daughter with Tim, and outright murderous rage for
her former lover.  The trial came quickly and Tim pleaded guilty and they
threw the book at him.  No allowance for pleading guilty and sparing Alison
the need to testify.  The prison sentences to be served consecutively as
the detectives had hoped.  So Alison went to foster care which is exactly
what Janine had attempted to avoid when she went to prison.  She felt huge
guilt that she was to blame for the situation Alison had been left in. 
Janine asked for an abortion for her daughter and the court approved. 
Alison was left badly scarred; but not by the pregnancy but for what had
happened to Tim.  Despite counseling, she was adamant she would wait for
his release from prison.  She would be an adult by then.  No amount of
trying to get her to see Tim as a monster could persuade her to see him as
anything other than her lover that she had been forcibly separated from. 
She was initially fostered by a family who already had three children, all
younger than her.  In time she would have numerous such `parents' as she
struggled to fit in; mistrusted by her foster parents who knew of her
sexual history and the influence she might have on their own kids.  She
became a problem to place in families.
   It was within the first two weeks inside that Tim was set upon by a
group of four prisoners who beat him unconscious.  Kicking him repeatedly
in the groin such that he lost a testicle and it was unlikely he could ever
be fertile again.  He had been told his crime would not be known to the
other prisoners but as he lay in the prison hospital recuperating, he knew
that the administration had let the prisoners know when he arrived that he
was a child sex offender.  Many of the fellow prisoners had children and
most were repelled by child sex offenses.  Tim was lucky to live.  He was
set on twice more over a three month period.  The second time he was held
down and two men raped him anally.  He screamed in pain as the men's
erections ripped his dry anus.  "See how you like it you scum," one of the
two men who held him down in the empty shower room had shouted as another
filled Tim's anus with searing pain; while the second rapist waited
expectantly for his turn to punish.  The guards were keeping any other
prisoners not privy to the punishment, at bay.  Eventually he was left
alone; although he and several other inmates guilty of similar pedophilic
crimes were treated a pariahs.  Tim had worked it out; he had knocked his
preteen lover up that morning she had let him penetrate her without a
condom in the shower.  He recalled her question `who was the best lover;
Alison or Janine?' Had she meant it to happen?  She was clearly pleased he
said she was the best.  Had she allowed him into her without the condom in
some juvenile hope she might get pregnant, believing she could keep him
forever if they had a child together?  He would never know for sure.  But
he sure had a long time to think about it.
   The End
   (C) Romany 2008.  Protected by copyright law.  Please do not copy, edit,
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   FOOTNOTE
   The overwhelming presumption of stories about sex with minors is the
idea that the abusers get away with their crime because the abused are
consenting; so detection is not a probability.  And even when minors are
portrayed as non-consenting, the abusers are frequently portrayed as being
immune to detection and punishment and get away with it.  It is worth while
for any reader to understand that, though child abuse is still widely
under-reported, more and more abusers are being brought to justice as they
should be.  Education and awareness has assisted in detection of abused
children in seemingly normal environments.  While many authors frequently
write stories on this taboo subject, I try to describe plausible situations
where such contact is a possibility; sometimes and inevitability.  But
depiction of adult sexual congress with children should not be interpreted
as acceptable or without conscience.  While freedom of thought and speech
is fundamental in a free society, fictional portrayal of sex abuse of
minors should not be seen as the green light for any reader to act on any
situation to emulate events depicted in my writing.
   Romany 2008
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