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   Eat A Peach
   By Romany
   (M/teen g)
   Susan Mitchell's sister Anne called and told her the difficulty Anne and
husband David were having with their daughter Christy.  Christy was
thirteen and since hitting puberty she was becoming demanding, irrational
and downright defiant with both Anne and David; so much so they were both
at wits end.  Anne lamented that Christy was also antagonistic to their
younger children, 10-year old David Junior and 8-year old Jenny; and each
day saw numerous squabbles and petty arguments as the older Christy dogged
her younger brother and sister, out of what seemed like nothing more than
pure cussedness.  Anne also related one situation where Bill had gone to
collect Christy and two friends from the movies.  When he arrived at the
movie house, the two friends Mandy and Gayle were standing on their own out
front.  Apparently they both looked embarrassed and sheepish when they saw
Bill and after a quick interrogation, reluctantly said that Christy had
gone across the car park with a boy she met inside the movies.  Bill took
their description of the general direction Christy and the boy had gone and
came across Christy and a young man walking back towards him.  The young
man, who looked about eighteen, turned and walked quickly in the opposite
direction as soon as he realized who Bill was.  Bill stood yelling abuse at
the guy, saying he'd get the cops if he ever saw him near Christy again. 
To his chagrin, rather than being contrite about being caught with the guy,
Christy was defiant and screeched how humiliated she was and 'we weren't
doing anything dad' at the top of her voice in the movie car park as she
stalked back to their car.
   Susan listened with concern at her older sister's plaintive story about
her young niece.  She and her husband Shawn had last seen Christy when she
was about eleven and she recalled the girl as being polite, respectful and
very helpful when Anne and Bill had called for a night after Susan and
Shawn's second child Lucy was just a baby.  She was tall and willowy with a
very pretty face and long honey blond straight hair.  Of course at that age
there was no evidence that she was anything other than a young prepubescent
girl, but it was obvious that when that puberty arrived and passed, there
was a strong chance she was going to be very attractive, depending on how
her figure blossomed.  Certainly she was facially very pretty and she was
naturally slim.  Susan knew instinctively that her niece would be very
attractive, despite not having seen her for over two years.  She guessed
that Christy had quickly come to realize she was a magnet to much older
men, as well boys in her own general age group.  She recalled her own
fascination with the way men regarded her as a new teen when she was about
Christy's age.  Susan blushed when thinking of her own attitude to men and
her burgeoning sexual awareness.  Probably not as recalcitrant as Christy
was obviously being, but she knew there where times Susan knew she caused
her mother some angst over her rapidly increasing maturity.  For some
reason older sister Anne had not had any such issues with their parents.
   Somewhere in her intuition about the girl, and to some degree her
empathy gained from her own early teen years, the plaintive tone of her
sister's voice saw Susan suggesting that Christy come and visit with her
and Shawn and their two young children Patrick and Lucy.  Susan and Shawn
owned a small farm and she felt that maybe some time out in the fresh air
with Shawn, and helping Susan with her two young cousins, would be a good
distraction for Christy and a welcome break for Anne and Bill and Christy's
brother and sister.  By the end of the call it was agreed that Christy
would come to Shawn and Susan's that following Friday and stay for two
weeks of the summer break.  Susan hung up the phone with a feeling of
concern at what she had just suggested.  She wasn't sure she had done the
right thing but she wanted to help her sister and maybe, just maybe, form a
bond with her niece and perhaps contribute to the girl calming down;
slowing down her quest for knowledge and experience about her youthful
sexuality.  In short, slow her down from growing up too soon.  Thankfully
when she told Shawn what she had done, he was in full agreement and
supportive of Susan's efforts to help out with her niece.  Shawn liked Bill
and Anne and he thought Susan's idea was worth a try at least.
   Christy arrived on the bus on the Friday and she steeped down looking a
little bemused at the small town that was the centre of Susan and Shawn's
district.  Susan had gone alone to collect the girl and on the way home she
chatted easily with the teen who soon felt comfortable with her.
   "Uncle Shawn is babysitting," Susan chuckled.  "I just hope Lucy doesn't
need a diaper change.  He's not much good in that area."
   Christy pulled a face at the thought of poopy diapers.  When they
arrived outside the house, Shawn wandered out to greet them, holding Lucy
with Patrick clinging to his trouser leg.  As she stepped out of the car,
Shawn's interest in his wife's niece took an upswing.  The girl was hot. 
Long blond hair tied in a loose pony tail and a pretty face.  She had
obvious developed breasts as he could see the cleavage in the vee of her
polo shirt opening.  She wore a denim skirt and her legs were slim and the
short skirt suggested the mystery up beyond the deliberately frayed hem.
   "Welcome Christy," Shawn said brightly.  "This is Lucy, and down here is
Patrick," he said introducing the three year old boy and the eight month
old girl.
   Christy was taken with Shawn immediately.  Her uncle was tall and had a
strong slim look about him in his faded jeans and checked shirt open, with
a light blue T-shirt tight against his torso.
   `Uncle Shawn is cute,' the teen thought to herself.  `He looks like Nate
from Six Feet Under.  This is gonna be a nice visit.'
   Susan saw the look of interest in Shawn in the girls face and she
couldn't help a frown of concern.  Her sister was right; the girl was man
crazy.  She took Lucy from Shawn and asked him to get Christy's suitcase.
Susan walked into the house and Christy trooped after her holding Patrick's
chubby hand.  Shawn opened the trunk of the car and took the girls case
out, quickly looking up to watch the girl walk into the house.  Just as he
stood and peeked at her curvy figure going through the door, Christy looked
back and their eyes met.  Shawn's face flushed as he realized the kid
caught him checking her out.  He was well aware of why her parents had
asked for her to come here.  `She's definitely interested in men,' he
thought as he closed the trunk.  Inside the house, Susan put Lucy in her
playpen and showed Christy the bathroom and then, turning to the girl,
explained her bedroom would be in the refurbished office out in the barn
which was once a stable.  The farm had once been a small horse ranch and
stables and there was an office fitted inside.  Shawn had turned the office
into a small bedroom as their two children had a bedroom each so there was
no guest room for visitors.  Christy would have to sleep in the out
building and come into the house to use the bathroom.
   "I'll show Christy where she will be sleeping," Susan said and she took
the suitcase from Shawn and led the teen out to the barn.
   Shawn walked to the kitchen window and watched his wife lead the pretty
girl across to the barn.  Susan never knew it but Shawn had been unfaithful
to her each time when she was in hospital with the birth of their children.
Once with a woman he met in an adjacent town when he visited a bar with the
express reason of picking up an easy lay.  She was older than Shawn and had
no qualms about accepting his drinks and wound up being fucked in the front
of his pickup.  He dropped her at her trailer home she shared with a
married daughter.  When Lucy was born, Patrick was cared for by a neighbor
so Shawn could be free to visit Susan and also undertake normal chores
around the small farm.  It was on another of his clandestine excursions
that he picked up a teen hitch hiker who looked nineteen or so but in
reality she was fifteen.  He dropped her at the state line near the
interstate and for his kindness; the girl let the handsome farmer screw her
in the front of his truck; as he had done previously with the woman when
Patrick was born.  Shawn liked the fresh new maturity of the teen so he had
recent memories of girls Christy's approximate age.  He involuntarily
licked his lips at the sight of the sexy young girl following Susan to the
barn.
   Christy was pleased with her room.  She was also pleased that she was
out of the house as Susan had said Lucy was teething and woke frequently,
crying with sore gums as her teeth came through.  She jokingly said she had
ravaged nipples as the little girl had worked her first teeth through on
her nipple.  Christy felt embarrassed at her aunt's candid comments on her
breast feeding tribulations, and involuntarily draped an arm over her own
firm breasts, imagining the pain of a baby's bite.  Susan left the girl to
unpack her case and told her to come to the house when she was ready. 
Christy did as her aunt suggested and when she finished she scouted the
immediate area of the barn.  There was a stack of hay and some bags of
grain and a collection of implements she didn't recognize.  There was a
ramp from the front main door of the barn that lead to what was the office
door, now the bedroom door; maybe someone had been in a wheel chair in past
years.  There was one small window internal to the barn and another to the
outside front wall of the building beside the smaller door, next to the
main double doors.  She wandered to the back of the barn and poked her head
out of a small door to a chicken run.  Satisfied she had the lay of the
land, the teen went back to her room and sat on the bed and looked directly
out of the window, pondering the situation.  Would she enjoy this stay or
would it be the drag she thought it was going to be?  Movement caught her
eye and she realized it was Shawn walking to a pickup parked by the fence
to the other side of the barn.  She watched him walk across the front of
the barn, admiring his strong body.  She stood and standing with her hands
on the window sill, peered at her handsome uncle through the net curtains;
believing he would not se her staring at him.  She thought of Susan's
comment about Lucy and breast feeding and wondered what it was like for
Shawn when he had sex with his wife; with her breasts laden with milk for
Lucy.  She touched her breasts once more.  She blushed at the thought of
her aunt and Shawn having sex.  This was not a good thought; Shawn may be
cute but he and Susan were oldies and as such not to be thought of as
sexual people.  Just as she could not bear to think of her parents having
sex.
   Shawn walked across the front of the barn and instinctively knew his
teenage niece was watching from behind net curtain in her bedroom.  He
discarded the check shirt so he was only wearing the white tank top;
knowingly letting her see his firm torso, and he feigned wiping his brow
with the shirt, as if he was hot.  He threw it in the truck and started it,
to drive it into the barn for the night.  As he pulled up to the closed
double doors he was pleased to see one swing open and saw Christy pushing
it open for him.  He smiled to himself.  `She has been watching,' he
thought smugly.  He waited as she opened the other door and he waved his
thanks as he drove into the barn.  As he jumped out of the truck, Christy
was closing the doors.  He joined her and helped secure the bar across the
two doors to lock them.  Having finished this chore they two stood in the
gloom of the barn and looked at each other.
   "Thanks Christy, that was a big help," he smile at her and his eyes
stared down at her mature breasts and cleavage.
   The girl stood demurely with one leg before the other as if posing like
a swimsuit model.  She was playing to him, pleased he was openly checking
her out.  There was a moment of silence and Shawn spoke again.
   "All settled in?" he asked and before she could answer, he walked
towards the steps at the top of the ramp and walked into the bedroom.
   He stood and looked around and the girl walked past him and climbed on
the bed and sprawled watching him.  He looked at her and saw she had her
legs slightly parted.
   "It's neat she said," and run her hand over the duvet, nonchalantly
looking around the room as if admiring its simplicity.
   He took the gesture as an invitation to sit on the bed and he did so,
facing her.  He could see the firm tone of her thighs and the promise of
what lay in the dark shady recess under the skirt towards her crotch.  He
openly stared at her, confident she was welcoming his admiration.
   "Want to come down the bottom pasture tomorrow morning?" he said
casually, peering at her skirt hem between her legs.
   "What for?" she asked almost teasing him she needed a good reason.
   "I have to clear the remaining fruit from the orchard," he said. 
"Peaches mainly...Aunt Susan preserves them," he added.  "Do you like
peaches?" he asked as an afterthought.
   "Yeah, sort of," she answered.  "I've only ever had tinned peaches
though."
   "You'll love these straight from the tree.  They're the ones we missed
when we picked the fruit for sale.  We usually pick them green; not yet
ripe, so they can ripen in the markets," he explained.
   Christy nodded her understanding and they fell silent and stared at each
other.  Shawn not knowing what to say next stood and beckoned her to
follow.
   "It's not far of supper time so come into the house and wash up," he
suggested.
   As he stood waiting, Christy skewed her legs, placing one foot on the
floor and one still on the bed.  Shawn glanced between her legs and caught
the clear view of the crotch of white panties.  She paused and looked at
the interest on his face as he ogled her crotch.  Eventually she moved the
second leg, and placing both on the floor, she stood looking him in the eye
as he moved his gaze to her face.  He smiled faintly realizing she had
flashed him.
   `Christ she's a racy little bitch,' he thought.
   ***
   That night in bed, Shawn lay, slowly fondling his erection, thinking of
his sexy niece out in the barn room.  Susan slept with her back to him,
getting the much needed rest knowing Lucy would wake eventually.  Not
knowing when as the little girl had lost her routine as the inflamed gums
of teething disrupted her nights.  Shawn visualized his niece's crotch as
she splayed her legs getting off the bed.  He thought of the hairy open sex
of the teen hitch hiker spread on the seat of the pickup before him as he
stood on the running board and fucked her roughly; and he sighed quietly as
he came into his hand.  Trying to ensure Anne did not wake by letting his
enjoyment be known by groaning loudly as he would have done if she was not
there next to him in bed.  He was well practiced at masturbation as she
slept.  Each pregnancy had been a sexual wasteland beyond the third month
as Susan's libido shut down and she was in full bloom of protection for her
pregnancy.  For her part, Christy lay on her back in the barn.  The
bedclothes rolled back as there were too many for the warm night and she
was hot.  She thought of the bulge that was her handsome uncle's crotch in
his jeans and imagined his erect cock from images she had viewed when she
slyly surfed porn sites on the web.  She rubbed her pubis through her PJ
bottoms and eventually pushed them down and lazily masturbated as she had
taught herself to do over the past eighteen months since the strange desire
in her had suddenly appeared; confusing yet exciting her as she had gone
through puberty.  She now knew all about masturbation and practiced
virtually every night.  But to her frustration, she had never been able to
quite get to where here body seemed to suggest she should be.
   After breakfast next morning, Shawn explained to Susan that he was going
down to collect the last fruit on the trees in the small orchard.  Susan
nodded knowing there was always a case or so of over ripe fruit for
preserving.
   "Take Christy with you," she said brightly and before Shawn could
answer, she wandered into the living room where the teen was playing with
Lucy and Patrick.
   "Christy, would you like to help uncle Shawn collect the last of the
peaches and nectarines from the orchard?" she asked the teen.
   "Sure, I guess," the teen answered, as if unsure what was entailed.
   Shawn stood behind Susan and watched the girl's reaction to Susan's
question, and her answer.  Shawn had not let on to Susan that he had
already mentioned it to Christy the previous evening in the barn.  The girl
picked up on this and played along as if she was hearing it for the first
time.  Shawn stood and mentally licked his lips as he studied the girl
sitting with her legs askance in a pair of light green shorts and white
open armed tight tank top.  Her breasts were clearly pronounced in the
tight ribbed top and he could see the black bra straps, and side of the bra
in the wide armhole of the top.  Susan had noted the top and had frowned at
how tight it was when she appeared for breakfast but she didn't say
anything.  The girl was endorsing her mother's view that she was to open in
her dress sense, to the point of being provocative, and this had caused
much arguing between mother and daughter.  Susan could see her sister
Anne's dilemma with the girl.
   `I'm glad she's here and not in the city, dressed like that,' she
thought as the girl sat at the breakfast table earlier.
   And now sitting with her legs spread, Anne wished the girl had not sat
this way as it showed the pronounced vee of her pubis, and Susan quickly
looked back to where she thought Shawn was standing.  Fortunately Shawn had
turned after hearing the girl's answer to the suggestion she accompany him
and Anne sighed in relief when she realized he had gone back to the
kitchen. She felt better believing Shawn had left the room due to the
girl's apparent immodest sitting position.  Susan set about clearing the
table of the breakfast dishes and Christy played with the children while
Shawn left to get the truck from the barn.  As he walked past her he
grinned and winked and she held his gaze and smile sweetly at him.
   `It's working out very nicely,' Shawn thought as he walked to the barn.
   It hadn't occurred to him how wrong it was to allow the rapid sexual
tension between Christy and him to develop.  He saw her as fair game;
family or not.  Shawn was becoming a sexual predator, and being very naive
about the immorality of what he was thinking he wanted to do to his wife's
niece.  Christy was the one who should have been too immature to consider
her part in the subtle sexual overtones.  Yet she knew instinctively that
the interest in her handsome uncle was taboo.  She was more attuned to the
wrongness of the situation than Shawn as the adult was.  Yet despite her
stronger moral understanding, to her, Shawn was a spunky adult; worthy of
admiration by any teen girl.  Somewhere in her desire to learn and find out
more about the feelings running through her when her uncle was near, her
moral judgment got lost.  The tenor of their relationship was being set.
   Christy opened the gates as Shawn drove the truck across the fields to
the small orchard near the boundary line with his neighbor's property. 
Each time he stared at the girl's tight butt and firm boobs but lamented
the full cut of the front of the cargo shorts that failed to display the
girl's pubis and crotch.  Soon they arrived in the orchard and he drove
under the first of the peach trees and mounted a small ladder in the middle
of the deck of the truck.  Christy held the steps and stared at her uncle's
crotch just before her eyes as he used a long pole with a small gauze
basket to dislodge the ripe fruit.  Shawn was serious about clearing the
trees so his preoccupation with his niece took a back seat while he
harvested the peaches.  He was dismayed at how few there were; most being
hard to get.  There wouldn't be many jars of preserved peach quarters this
year.  The stretching and craning to find the few fruit was getting him hot
and he decided to stop for a rest.
   "Hold on, I'm coming down," he said, telling Christy to steady the
steps. She stepped back as he stood on the truck deck and noted the damp on
his tee shirt from his perspiration.  He looked at her and held up the last
peach from this tree in the scoop.
   "This is a beauty," he said and held it up to Christy's face.
   She touched the golden fruit and felt the light fuzz on the surface. 
She run her fingertips lightly over it and then looked him in the eye. 
There was something vaguely sexual about what she did and Shawn felt a
flush of desire for the girl; standing with her firm body inches from his.
There was an awkward silence and eventually Shawn moved to climb off the
deck.
   "Come on, let's sample the fruit he said," and looked knowingly at the
teen as he slid over the tail gate.  Christy followed and he waited to help
her as she straddled the tail gate.  He wondered briefly what she felt with
the gate jammed in her crotch supporting her briefly as she hooked the
inner leg over and he caught her as she dropped to the ground.  She stood
as he held her lightly, the peach in one hand against her bare arm.  They
locked eyes briefly and then Shawn let her arms go and held the fruit up
once more for her inspection.
   "Want a taste?" he asked quietly.
   "Yeah, Ok," Christy answered in a husky voice she didn't recognise.
   Shawn prised the fruit between his fingers and gently split it in half
being careful not to bruise or pulp it.  The juice dribbled down his
fingers as he worked the fruit in two.  As the juice flowed he lifted his
hands and licked the juice running under his wrist on one hand.  Christy
watched him in fascination.  Here mind was locked in on him as a sexy man
and in her naivet� she instinctively saw every move of the fingers and the
licking of the juice with his tongue as being subliminally sexual.  Shawn
saw the look and deduced she saw this as some sort of covert overture to
her, and forgetting her age and his position as her uncle, he felt excited
about the situation.  He was feeling warm and desirous of the young teen
and he had no concept he was moving down a path which was just plain wrong;
morally and legally.  He rubbed the furry skin clear of one edge of the
fruit and then tentatively offered it to her lips.  She locked her eyes on
his and opening her mouth slowly, tasted the juicy sweet flesh.  Not biting
it at first but just running her tongue suggestively over the peach.  Shawn
caught her show of her tongue and lips and swallowed hard realizing there
was a challenge in her actions.  Christy eventually bit a piece off the
peach and chewed slowly, all the while staring at her handsome uncle.  The
peach was clearly over ripe and the juice from the piece in her mouth ran
out the side of her mouth and she instinctively flicked her tongue to catch
it.  Seeing her do this sent an electric shock into Shawn's crotch and he
quickly offered her a second bite as she swallowed the small piece in her
mouth.  She opened her lips again and after deliberately licking the flesh,
she took another bite and allowed the juice to run out of the side of her
mouth once more.  This time Shawn impulsively touched a finger to the
dribble of juice and lightly rubbed her bottom lip.  Christy opened her
lips and quickly captured the middle finger between them and sucked; all
the while their eyes locked together as they started a weird kind of
foreplay.  He allowed her to suck a second finger into her mouth and as she
suckled it, he placed the fruit above his fingers near her top lip and
squeezed the fruit so the juice flowed over the backs of his fingers and
trickled partly into her mouth and partly dripping between his fingers.  He
was becoming aroused and his cock was fighting in his shorts as the
eroticism of the girls sucking his fingers and the fruit juice started to
take over his rational mind.
   He rubbed the fruit around her lips, his finger still captured by her
lips and she closed he eyes briefly as she too was feeling the sexual
tension between them rising.  They could have stood doing this for ages but
Shawn's mind was racing in thought of how to progress the peculiar pass he
had made at his young charge.  He took the initiative and pulled his
fingers from her lips and replaced them with the fruit and rubbed it over
her lips.  He placed his free hand gently behind her head, holding it, and
she allowed him to rub the juicy fruit around her mouth with the juice
streaming down her chin and into her cleavage.  He continued this for a
about thirty seconds, noting her eyes were lightly closed as if she was in
a trance as she suckled the peach.  Noting this he dropped the hand holding
her head and quickly opened the flies to his jeans, almost frantically but
deliberate enough not to break the girls concentration on the fruit against
her lips.  His cock sprang quickly from his flies, hard and erect with the
angry mushroom head flared and alert.  All rational thought had vanished.
He was about to make a move from which there was no return; no redemption
if the girl baulked at his action.  With his cock waving in the warm air,
his hand went back to her head and he grasped it firmly and pushed it;
forcing her to bend her neck forward.  She opened her eyes at this change
in his movement and with a quizzical look at him; she saw the determination
in his eyes as he pushed firmly causing her to stoop.  As she bent with her
head now facing down, her eyes widened as she saw his big cock jutting up
towards her, no more than a foot from her bowed head.  Shawn took the fruit
from her mouth and rubbed it obscenely over the head of his cock, wetting
it with the juice from the peach.  Christy felt a rise of panic and the
basic instinct to repel this pass against her but the slick red mushroom
head held her fascination and placing her hands against Shawn's hips she
allowed herself to be coaxed into a squatting position with the cock and
the peach in front of her face.  As Shawn held her head and rubbed the
piece of peach over the cock he moved forward so the fruit and cock hit her
lips together.  With little other option, as her desire to touch the cock
had made her give up any thought of resistance, Christy opened her lips
once more to the fruit only this time the cock followed to her mouth. 
Shawn was watching in fascination at her accepting the cock with the fruit
and moved the peach back from the head and Christy fluttered her eyelids
and allowed the big hard member to slip between her lips.
   As she sucked tentatively he slid the peach along his cock and she
tasted the juice that caught on her bottom lip.  As she became accustomed
to the thick head stretching her mouth she closed he eyes lightly and moved
her head back and forth as she knew she needed to do.  The juice of the
peach had swamped any taste his cock might have had and with it any fear it
may be unpleasant.  And as she squatted, she moved one hand to the cock so
as to stop him from pushing it to far as he had twice hit the back of her
throat; causing her to gag on the thick intrusion in her mouth.  Once she
had done this, Shawn gave up all pretenses at baiting her with the fruit
and dropped it to the grass to take her head in both hands, and this way he
taught his fourteen year old niece to suck his cock.  He coached her with
gentle pressure to her head; crooning quietly telling her how to jack the
shaft and twirl the head with her tongue.  He briefly paused a couple of
times, and placing a hand on his cock he rubbed it around her face rather
obscenely; and then flipped it back in her mouth and told her suck.  This
was an action of subjugation on the girl; an expression of ownership, of
dominance.  He drew the blow job out for maybe seven or eight minutes and
then felt the urge in his loins that he was close to pushing over the edge
and cumming.  He controlled her head with one hand firmly locked in her
hair and moved the other to his cock and she sensed an urgency in him that
frightened her and she felt trapped; the cock in her moth and the hand
holding her head so she could not retreat and expel it.  He held her
captive and suddenly cried out as he erupted into her mouth, causing her to
cry in panic as the semen filled her mouth and she tried to pull her head
off the cock but his grip was too strong.  As she frantically tried to
twist away from his grip, the excessive flooding of semen she struggled to
take in her throat spewed from the side of her mouth between her lips and
his cock.  Shawn was bullying her to take his load and she eventually
surrendered as tears streamed down her cheeks in mild hysteria as he
emptied himself finally into her.  He was panting and gasping in erotic
release and she was gasping and sobbing lightly in fear and panic at what
had happened.  This wasn't what she expected and in a flush of remorse and
regret she wanted to crawl away and hide from him.  She had sunk to her
knees and he held her face against his crotch as he wiped his slimy cock
over her face and in her hair tousled across her cheeks as she was bent
forward against him; her hands clutching his thighs for support as she
gasped to control her breathing.
   When they had both calmed down from their respective experience of his
ejaculation, Shawn stooped and picked up the other uneaten half of the
peach he had dropped at the beginning of her seduction with the fruit. 
There were a few small blades of grass sticking to the juicy flesh but he
ignored these as he once more rubbed the fruit to her lips beside his still
erect cock, waving close as if waiting for more.  She realized he was
offering the sweet juice of the fruit to temper the salty taste the semen
had left on her lips and in her mouth.  She began to calm down realizing he
was actually showing her consideration by diluting the effect of his semen;
most of which she had been forced to swallow.  He eventually allowed her to
stand, helping her with one hand while holding the peach in the other.  As
she came upright he took her arm, and guiding her backwards to the base of
a tree that had a small rise in the grassy verge up to the trunk, he gently
forced her backwards to sit and eventually lean back on the grassy slope.
She watched him with a sense of foreboding as he knelt and deftly opened
the zipper of her cargo shorts with one hand; holding the fruit in the
other.  She lay almost spellbound as Shawn opened her shorts revealing her
light blue panties and with one hand and impatient urgings for her to help,
she reluctantly pushed her shorts and panties down past her knees; the fear
rising once more and her eyes filling with tears.  This was turning into a
nightmare she had help start and she had no idea how to stop it, feeling
guilty she had baited him with her adolescent sexual overtones.  In short
she believed she was to blame and she was too immature emotionally to know
how to stop him.  He shocked her by placing the fruit against her sex and
she jumped as the cool flesh hit her labia and she lay with her eyes
screwed shut in fear; dumbfounded at what he was doing.  She had virtually
resigned herself to the fact he was going to fuck her but he zeroed his
face in on the golden peach slicking her sex with the juice and she opened
her eyes wide in surprise as she felt his tongue touch her sex lips. 
Within a minute or so, she realized he was not going to penetrate her but
reciprocate her blow job by eating her out.  She started to relax in
wonderment and the fear and concern for her welfare subsided as the steady
slurping of his tongue along her sex, and up to the spot she had learned to
give herself the feel-good sensation, slowly became warm and nice as he
expertly ate her out.
   Shawn eventually discarded the peach as he had done with the piece on
his cock as she sucked it earlier.  Now he eased her thighs open and slid a
finger juiced by the peach into her virgin slit and he within about six or
seven minutes, he sucked the teen to a wondrous release she had never
achieved with her own hand.  She groaned and gasped and shuddered as the
delicious feeling ran through her body; starting somewhere in the pit of
her groin and flooding in waves out to the tips of her toes and fingers and
making her scalp prickle with millions of tiny electric shocks.  Eventually
he raised his mouth from her, his finger still embedded in her tight
vaginal cavity and he stared at the goofy look of wonderment on her face.
She was watching him through half closed eyes and she couldn't help but
smile her appreciation at what he had just caused her to experience.  As he
leaned up towards her he lowered his face to her open throat and licked the
syrupy juice residue from her neck and down to the cleavage of her breasts
tightly held by her tank top.  She flopped her arms around his shoulders in
acknowledgement this was OK, and cradled him as he sucked and licked her
breast bone and cleavage.  After he could not taste the peach juice any
more, he eased back and coaxed her to half sit and with some difficulty,
started to pull the top up her body.  Half dazed with the effect of her
first real orgasm, Christy blindly helped him strip her upper body;
actually reaching back to unhook her bra once they had removed the tank
top. With her large firm young breast released he looked hungrily at the
hard nipples standing proudly on her firm globes.  He took the scrap of
peach lying where he had discarded it and squeezed the remaining juice onto
her nipples and proceeded to lick them, tasting the sweet juice on her
breasts.  She cradled his head, enjoying the flush of her release prolonged
by his tongue on her nipples and this held her in a state of languid sexual
enjoyment.  By the time he had cleaned her she was virtually helpless in
his arms as he grinned slyly at her and allowed her head to rest once more
on the low slope against the tree.  Moving back onto his knees he took her
shorts and removed them completely, pulling the legs over her Nikes still
laced on her feet.  He studied her teen sex and noted the labia were now
parted as she had loosened with the invasion of his fingers as he ate her.
She lay with her eyes half closed, watching him; fascinated by the spell
her naked cunt seemed to have over him.  There was a brief pang of concern
as she saw him undo the button on his jeans and open the front of the
denims and pushed them down his thighs exposing his hairy upper thighs and
lower abdomen; his cock still very hard jutting towards her obscenely with
a small tear in its single eye.
   `He's going to fuck you Christy,' a voice said in her head.
   "I know," she heard herself whisper and she instinctively raised her
hands to take Shawn's upper arms as he crouched over her as he lowered his
hips, his cock in hand, to penetrate her.
   Shawn heard her mutter something and paused and eyed her quizzically. 
Christy gave him a goofy smile and he grinned realizing she was mostly out
of it despite her eyes partly open as she watched him.  `Got you my horny
little cock tease,' he thought luridly.  `I'm going to split your soft
furry peach open and fuck your little ass off.' He slowly slipped his erect
cock between her labia and held it just on the entrance to her vagina with
his hand; and he skidded it back and forth along her slit and slowly pushed
down and into her slightly dilated vaginal opening.  With care and
patience, he worked the still slimy cock into the girl and sighed in sexual
bliss when he felt his ball sac nudge her butt.  He was in.  Christy was a
virgin yet there was no sharp pain or discomfort of her hymen breaking.  It
was long broken by tampons carelessly inserted as she learned basic
feminine hygiene care as she went through puberty.  Some girls were lucky
like this and some were not.  Christy eyes opened wide as her uncle's big
cock spread her sex open so she felt she was being wrenched apart and then
she grunted as the head nudged against her cervix deep inside; and the next
few minutes were punctuated by short grunts of discomfort from her and
gasps and groans from Shawn as he fucked her.  Spreading her sex lips with
his girth and rutting deep, to withdraw and push back deep again.  He drew
the fuck out to his own satisfaction and he studied her face with her eyes
lightly closed; her mouth open as she gasped in breathing and saliva
lightly drooling from the corners of her lips.  Occasionally she arched her
back involuntarily as the cock pushed harder into her depths but she
generally lay grunting as he fucked her.  As he felt the second ejaculation
build he became more deliberate and he actually slowed his pace a little as
he caught the rhythm to bring himself to another shattering orgasm and he
flooded her vaginal cavity as he gasped, crying out in a series of sobs,
and strained to empty his balls into her tight warmth.
   ***
   She sat in the truck and waited while he secured the ladder and the
cases of fruit in the back.  She had a blank stare on her face despite the
dull ache in her groin from the fucking by his cock which was altogether
too big for her.  Her mind was trying to assimilate what had happened.  The
initial excitement as he baited her with the peach, followed by the panic
and fear as he had forced his cock into her mouth making her take the semen
against her will.  Then the delirious release he gave her with his mouth.
That was the coup de grace for her.  The pinnacle that made his attention
now seem welcome when in reality is should not have been.  He joined her in
the cab and looked at her.  Her clothes restored and her body swabbed down
with the antiseptic wipes Anne kept in the truck glove compartment; for
when they had Patrick in the car seat on odd occasions he went with Shawn.
Shawn had swabbed her crotch as she lay almost comatose; quietly explaining
she should do this every time after she had sex.  Somewhere in this basic
instruction she heard him mention pregnancy and she had looked at him in
alarm as the realization of what could happen caused a lump to rise in her
throat.  But he had continued talking and explaining how he had had the
vasectomy virtually the moment after Lucy was brought home from the
hospital.  Shawn had known he could not get Christy pregnant and had rutted
away with abandon as he took her virginity.  She felt her fear at the
thought of pregnancy subside as she realized he was barren.
   "You Ok?" he asked quietly.
   She smiled and nodded.
   "Yeah, fantastic," she said and despite the mixed emotions, she knew she
meant it.
   He leaned towards here and kissed her lightly and she briefly held his
face in one hand.  He finished the kiss and cupped her breast and massaging
it he grinned slyly at her.
   "Two weeks," he said quietly.  "Two weeks and plenty more where that
came from."
   He dropped his hand to one of hers held clasped in her lap and dragged
it to his crotch and pushed it against his semi hard cock, rubbing it
against himself.
   "Plenty more where that came from," he repeated lewdly and he let her
hand go and started the engine.
   She smiled almost in a daze and dumbly held his cock through his jeans
until she was forced to release it to get out opening the first gate on
their way back to the farmhouse for lunch.  The interruption of opening the
three gates on the journey back to the house had the effect of shaking her
out of her sex induced lethargy; brought on by the fatigue from the orgasm
and the emotional drain of the whole episode.  By the time they wandered
into the kitchen to greet Susan, who was nursing Lucy at the table, and
Patrick in his baby chair, Christy was once more alert and aware of her
surroundings and she began to feel troubled at what had gone down with
Shawn.  It was one thing for to be alone with her uncle; and indulge in
sexual games.  But seeing her aunt Susan with Patrick and Lucy she realized
how wrong she had been letting Shawn seduce her.  She excused herself and
went to the bathroom and as she finished peeing, she leaned back against
the cistern tank and regarded her sex covered in the curly fair pubic hair.
She ran her fingers lightly through the pubes and over her labia; pushing a
finger inside and feeling to see if there was any of Shawn's cum leaking
back from her body.  There was a faint greasy feel to her sex, left by his
ejaculation, but the semen had largely been cleaned from her vagina when he
swabbed her with the wipes in the orchard.
   "Plenty more where that came from," she heard his voice say, and she
rolled the toilet paper around her fingers and wiped herself until she felt
her sex almost burning with the chafe induced by the paper.  She started to
weep and soon she was holding her upper body, her arms locked across her
chest as she stifled the sobs so her uncle an aunt would not hear.
   ***
   Now that he had conquered her, Shawn set about slyly manipulating Susan
to get her off the farm; or to at least get Christy away from the house
alone.  In the next forty eight hours following the sex in the orchard,
Christy was wracked with regret at what had taken place.  Despite the
subtle attention from Shawn who was feeling smug at his success, the girl
became quiet and at one point Susan was moved to comment on it.
   "Ah she's just missing her friends," Shawn had said.
   Susan nodded and believed he was right.  It can't be much for a
headstrong young teen to be corralled here in the country.  Particularly as
she was a city girl.
   "Did she enjoy helping with the fruit?" Susan had asked when she and
Shawn were in bed; settling down for the night.
   "I guess," he answered nonchalantly.
   "Did she like the fruit straight off the tree?" Susan continued.
   "She loved the peaches," Shawn said knowingly and looked innocently at
his wife as he remembered how important it had been in seducing his niece.
   "It was good you had that little chore," Susan said patting his cheek
playfully as she set to lie down and turn the light out.  "It opened her up
by the sounds of it."
   Shawn grinned as he settled down.  His wife had no idea at the double
meaning to her words.  After she turned her bedside light off, he paused
and moved against her back and snuggled into her; his slowly hardening
erection pressing suggestively against Susan's butt as a subtle `come on'
for sex.  She chuckled under her breath.
   "You're incorrigible," she laughed, and reaching back she patted his
upper arm patronizingly.  "Lucy's still being a demon with those teeth,"
she said somewhat lamely, knowing he would not like the rebuke to his
overture.  "Not tonight babe, I need my sleep," she said with a sigh.
   Shawn eased away from her and lay on his back; pissed at her refusal to
engage in sex.  Susan lay facing away from him, knowing his refusal to
acknowledge her tiredness was his usual sulking self when she turned him
down for sex.  There had been latent issues with their sexual compatibility
for some time now.  It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex; and Shawn was a
good lover and they were actually good at it together.  But her libido had
been doused somewhat since Lucy was born and she never understood what it
was.  And Shawn was always oversexed in her mind.  Their courtship, and
early on in marriage, had seen constant propositioning by her handsome
boyfriend and husband and it was difficult for her to match his desire. 
She lay awake for some time pondering their relationship; and when she felt
the light regular movement of the bed, she knew he was quietly masturbating
as she had detected so often before when he thought she was asleep.  A few
tears filled her eyes as she wondered `who are you thinking about Shawn? 
Not me, I bet' and Susan stifled a sigh of exasperation and forced herself
to tune out the subtle shudder of the mattress and forced herself to sleep.
Shawn came silently as he had practiced to do so as not to wake her.  He
thought only of his young niece; her sex, open and wet on the grassy verge.
The taste of her taut nipples drenched in peach juice; and the tightness of
her teen cunt as he reamed her mercilessly.  `And you loved it, you little
cunt' he thought lewdly and the semen bubbled in his palm enveloping his
cock.  He would wipe it with the edge of the sheet.  It would dry by
morning and Susan would never see the pale, near opaque stain, when she
tucked the sheet in as she made the bed.
   Susan rose early.  The troubled feelings about Shawn's masturbation had
washed away with a good night's sleep Today was Tuesday and she had to take
the children to the clinic for their monthly pediatrics visit.  As she
showered and dressed she was relieved that Lucy had gone through the night
without waking.  As she prepared breakfast she heard the shower running and
smiled, pleased Shawn was up.  He would have to find something interesting
for Christy to do this morning as it wasn't really suitable to drag the
girl to the clinic just to sit and wait.  She set the breakfast table and
soon Shawn joined her.  They made small talk and Susan nursed Lucy while
Shawn fed Patrick his cereal.
   "I have to take the kids to Doctor Sloan this morning," she said.  "I
thought of taking Christy but its hardly fair to have her sitting all
morning; waiting for me," she added.
   Shawn's ears pricked up.  He had forgotten about the pediatric visit.
   "OK...I expect we can keep ourselves occupied," he said.  "Where is she
anyway?" he asked looking around noting Christy's absence at breakfast.
   "I said she could have a lie in," Susan said.  "I'm a little worried as
she seems to have gone into her shell...just when she seemed to be happy
about being here."
   "Moody teenagers," Shawn said and sniggered derisively.
   Susan nodded her agreement.  He was probably right.  Teenage girls could
be absolute monsters; swinging wildly in their moods between manic
enthusiasm and desolate gloom.
   Breakfast was finished and the two set about securing Lucy and Patrick
in their car seats in the car.  Shawn kissed the kids and Susan in turn and
closed her door for her as she started the car.
   "Drive safely," he said and waved as Susan drove out of the yard in a
swirl of dust from the tires.
   He stood watching her turn into the county rode and soon she disappeared
around the broad bend by Thompson's farm.  He turned and looked towards the
barn.  The curtain on the window was pulled closed and he was disappointed
he did not see Christy's silhouette; waiting in anticipation for him to
join her.  He was dreaming if he thought she welcomed being alone with him.
Christy lay curled up in the fetal position in her bed.  She had cried
after aunt Susan had left, after telling her she was going into town.  The
opportunity for Christy to go along quashed before she could even suggest
she welcomed the idea.  She was alone with her uncle once more and she felt
sick in the pit of her stomach as she heard the car leave the yard out
front.  She didn't hear him come up the ramp inside the barn but she heard
the handle turn on the door and then silence.  She held her breath but
could hear nothing.  Perhaps she had imagined it; or he believed she was
asleep and had left.  She lifted her head and looked at the door to the
bedroom.  He was standing half into the room; one hand on the door knob;
the other held a large ripe peach he had taken from the fruit bowl in the
house, before coming to the barn.  Seeing her raise her head to acknowledge
his entry, he smiled wickedly and rolled the golden fruit in his palm as he
closed the door.  An almost fearful look came over her as she recognized
the intent he was signaling with the fruit, and he was a little surprised
when she pulled the duvet up over her nose so only her eyes and the top of
her head were showing.  Her reaction was puzzling to Shawn.  His male ego
had led him to believe she would literally rip his clothes off and beg him
to fuck her.  When he left the orchard with her on Saturday she seemed more
than ready for a continuation of the sex.  Perhaps she was being playful; a
coquettish tease to draw out the pleasure of the dance to follow.  The
aperitif before the fine wine.
   "What do you want?" she said flatly, as she felt his weight on the edge
of the bed.
   "You know...what started in the orchard," he answered with a faint leer
to his voice, though a little confused at her attitude.
   "I don't want to," she said tentatively, and dropped her eyes, avoiding
his leering face.
   "It's OK honey," he said and he stroked her hair, causing her to start
at his touch.  "Like I said...I can't make you pregnant...so it's alright,"
he crooned smiling at her and pulled the duvet back and touched her
shoulder.
   "I don't want to do anything again," she said trying to sound forceful;
her heart thumping with fear.
   "Come on Christy.  Stop kidding yourself.  You loved...sucked in the
orchard that day," he said crudely.  "I bet you've never cum like that in
your life before," he leered obscenely and pulled the duvet further off her
shoulders; revealing her short sleeved cotton pajama top.
   "Get out of...please," she gasped, shivering at his touch.
   He ignored her plea and slipped a hand under her arm drawn over her
breasts as she lay on her side, and squeezed firm boob nearest his groping
hand; the peach still held in his other hand.
   Christy rolled on her back and hit his hand away, slapping his arms with
both her hands in quick succession.  Shawn was completely taken by surprise
by her resistance and the peach was knocked flying onto the floor.  He
finally fended her slapping hands off and grasped her wrists leaning
forward.  With the duvet pulled down to her knees he saw she was wearing
short pajama bottoms and the cotton material had been pulled into her
crotch showing her pubis in relief against the taut material.  He held her
arms apart, weakening her so she couldn't continue to resist; and he was
too strong for her to attempt to cover herself.  He ogled her and then
snapped her wrists together, clamping both together like a vice with one of
his big hands and he quickly pushed the waistband of her PJ bottoms down
exposing her pubic mound with the fine pubic hair lying flat against the
puffy mound.  He was too close in on her to get his hand awkwardly down
into her crotch and he had to adjust his position to pursue feeling her
sex. She seized the moment at his lack of concentration and quickly
wrenched her hands free of his grip and started flailing at him again and
twisted her hips away from the searching hand.  One of her hands caught his
face and the shock of pain as she slapped him caused him to snap.
   "Don't fuck me about you cock-teasing little bitch," he snarled and
standing quickly he ripped the duvet from her pulling it nearly clear of
her feet and onto the floor in the one movement.
   She shrieked "get o-o-o-u-u-t-t-t-t..." holding the word `out' in a
screeching wail and kicked out at him as she lay on her back.
   Shawn was panicked by the piercing screech and he instinctively lashed
out and slapped her hard.  He caught his full open palm on the side of her
face which totally shocked her.  He was also shocked at his actions seeing
her face frozen in a grimace at the impact of his blow; a cry choked in her
throat.  He had descended into the realms of sex and violence against his
wife's niece.  He had crossed the Rubicon and realized in a sickening
instant there was no going back.  In his warped mind of sexual fantasy he
deduced he had one chance and that was to win her back to the sexual
pleasure she had succumbed to in the orchard.  In his mind, she was a
little slut that had allowed him to do crude things and she had definitely
enjoyed having sex with him; and he would remind her of that by once again
bringing her pleasure.  Now he regarded her apparent regret and her
repelling of his advances as teasing behavior.  As he paused, his mind
racing over his thoughts, Christy finally drew a deep breath to shriek
again.  Watching her draw breath, he realized what she was about to do.  He
hated women or girls screaming so instinctively he lashed at her once more,
only this time the heal of his palm hit her full behind ear and the force
knocked her sideways towards him and she grunted as the blow stunned her.
Seeing her dazed from the blow, Shawn didn't wait for her to recover and he
leapt over her as she groggily tried to rear up to recover from the heavier
second blow.  He grabbed her PJ bottoms and violently wrenched them over
her hips and down to her shins; shoving a hand between her legs and
grasping her sex cruelly; with his strong fingers gripping her labia.  She
felt the intrusion and frantically tried to regain some control and she
reached for him with her fingers curled like talons.  Christy attempted to
rake his face and he reared back and hit her on the same side of her head
as the last blow, this time with his semi-clenched fist.  She uttered a
deep `uuunnnngh' and slumped back onto the pillow, stunned by the heavy
blow.  Shawn's breath was ragged and his body heaving with the adrenalin as
he was now taken by the feeling of control now having brutalized her and he
straddled her upper thighs while still shoving his hand roughly into her
dry cunt.  His breath heaving with excitement, he reached his other hand
around her throat and squeezed tightly, spewing a soliloquy of crude
expletives as he ravaged her sex as he semi-choked her.
   "You want to play hard to get...you cock-teasing little...bitch...but
you love it...don't you, you dirty little fucking little slut," he panted.
"You liked being fucked like the bitch you are didn't you..." he continued
this rain of verbal assault as he reamed her cunt, now having three fingers
deep in her hole.  "You think you're so precious with your behavior towards
your folks, but really you're just an insecure spoiled piece of shit,
whore, cunt that craves a good hard fuck.  Well that's what you're going to
get you little cunt.  A good fucking; deep in the dirty stinking little
cunt of yours," the obscenities rolling off Shawn's tongue; yet it seemed
to him like the words were coming from somebody else.
   At first she lay as she had been knocked onto the pillow but as her head
cleared she started to rouse a little and twist her face up to look at him.
Her eyes were somewhat bugged as she struggled to breathe; stifled by the
grip his hand had on her windpipe and she brought her hands to his forearms
to try and wrest free from his choking grip.  But it was to no avail and he
pinned her this way forcing her against the mattress; literally choking off
any attempt to repel him.  Just firm enough to threaten further pressure if
she tried to rail against him once more.  Confident he had her under
control; he slipped one knee inside between her legs and pressured her
closed legs apart.  She resisted at first but he was too strong and she
relented and he then moved the other knee inside between her legs and this
way he forced her legs open.  She was breathing hoarsely and stared at him
through half closed eyes; a look of resignation on her face at the
situation she now found herself in.  H e saw her apparent surrender and he
slipped his fingers from her cunt and frantically undid his jeans, ripping
his zipper down exposing his erection.  Taking his cock, he lowered himself
quickly down and with a surprising piece of accuracy; he engaged her cunt
and shoved deep in one savage thrust.  Christy groaned in her throat and
chest and twisted her head up baring her throat even more to his grip.  He
flattened out his lower body and shoved hard in a series of vicious fucking
movements.  She gasped and whined in her throat at each inwards push as he
tore into her, and with this savage rhythm, Shawn raped her by force.
   If Christy's vagina was dry, Shawn's engorged cock was slick and oozing
precum and he lubricated her with it as he pumped her vigorously.  He
fucked this way for at least five minutes.  Reveling in the power he was
feeling.  He felt himself draw close too fast so he slowed to avoid cumming
too soon.  He had her legs spread using his hips to keep them apart; and
gripping her throat ensured no sudden resurgence on her part to throw him
off.  As he steadied on her he noted her breathing start to become louder
and then a couple of times she opened her eyes and wiped her tongue over
her bottom lip, as if wetting them.  Surprisingly she appeared focused on
what was happening and sometimes sighed instead of gasping.  Shawn mood
changed as realized she was getting into the sex.  It may have started
non-consensually but it was evident she was now getting into what was
happening.  He grinned at her change of attitude and he slowed and loosened
his grip on her throat a little and slid the hand up under chin.  She
lifted her head back as he splayed his fingers and brushed her lips.  She
felt his fingers push at her lower lip and she opened her mouth and drew
his fingertips in; sucking and swirling her tongue over them as he slipped
them into her mouth.  She made a deep guttural groan of satisfaction.  He
had her.
   "You gorgeous dirty little cunt," he whispered close to her face. 
"You're turned on.  You just love," he chuckled softly.
   They fucked this way for a few more minutes and Christy started to
writhe against him; her sex now wet from the fear and arousal at being
possessed by Shawn's thick cock.  Betrayed by feelings and emotions she
could never have dreamed about, and she was now right into what was
happening.  She gasped and sighed and slobbered his fingertips, and she was
starting to move under the pressure of his pubis bearing down on her
clitoral area as he fucked into her.  Shawn slid his free hand between
them, searching the junction at the top of her sex.  As he slipped it
across her clitoral area, he pulled back from her to give his hand room and
raked the clit with his nails.  She gasped and moaned and shoved her hips
against his hand.  For the next minute or two he ravaged her clitoris while
twisting slightly to one side to allow easier access.  She hit the peak
quickly and her hands that gripped his forearms wrapped around his back. 
She lifted her knees and clamped his hips and began to cum and wail as the
orgasm rolled over her.  This was easily as intense as the orgasm she had
had on his mouth in the orchard and she wailed deep in her throat and
twisted her mouth off his fingers as she let the pleasure of the orgasm
out; vocalizing her unashamed enjoyment loudly.  He saw tears run from her
eyes as she was lost in sexual abandonment; ashamed at her response yet
enjoying the sensation that consumed her young body.  Shawn let out an
almost hysterical chuckle at the relief of believing he had won her back.
And the prospect he could possess her whenever he wanted; and she would
submit and love it.  As she shoved against him through the last
contractions of her orgasm, Shawn slipped his hand off her clitoris and
straightened over her once more.  Picking her legs up from the outside of
the knees he lifted her legs out and up, guiding them over his shoulder. 
He reared up over her, bending her knees back against her breasts with his
upper body.  This lifted her butt off the bed and he angled down and
resumed the hard straight fucking into her tightness.  Despite her
lubricating naturally, and the loosening of her vaginal cavity in arousal,
she was still deliciously tight around his thick cock.  She wrapped her
arms around his shoulders and lay and took him deep as he fucked her as
hard and as deep as he could; eliciting small yelps and gasps as he bumped
against her cervix.  He felt tremendously empowered and the surge of ego
and pride at the conquest drove him on and he started to cum hard, deep
inside her womb; slamming hard as he cried out and felt the strong spurts
the length of his cock.  From way back from the pit of his groin, he
emptied himself gratefully inside of her.
   After they both had calmed down, Shawn suppressed the need to collapse
beside her as he wasn't really sure she would not hit a wall of remorse and
revert back to the situation of trying to kick him out of the bed.  It had
occurred to him that this ebb and flow of her consent may continue; in
which case he was always at risk, post-orgasm, for her to show regret and
remorse at her actions.  He had to keep some semblance of control now the
excitement from arousal, and the orgasm from fucking, had consumed her.  He
struggled up beside her as she lay with her eyes closed and her arms still
loosely holding his shoulders.  She sensed his presence near her face and
opened her eyes and twisted to look at him as he lay beside her; a look of
puzzlement on her face.  Without a word he took the back of her head and
rose up to kneel and aimed his slimy cock at her face and pulled her head
towards it.  There was a brief moment of doubt and she flashed him a look
as if to say `no way'.  But the serious glare he gave her as he saw her
brief recoil made her drop all thoughts of resisting his advances and she
slowly opened her mouth and took his cock in.  He smiled at her obedience
and he worked it around inside her mouth pushing her cheek out from the
inside.  He withdrew it, slapping it against her face, and then shoving
roughly into her mouth; frustrating her as she couldn't concentrate on
sucking it clean to get the ordeal over with.  He smiled when she took it
from his hand and now she controlled it as she sucked and quickly laved him
clean.  Occasionally he put his hand over hers and forced her to rub it
around her face and eyes and nose in an act of subjugation.  She gave in to
this and looked up at him with a look of obedience as she rubbed it against
her cheek and again took it into her mouth.  After several minutes of
enforcing her role he grinned and eased away from her and lay leaning on
his hand and elbow beside her.  She watched him with a degree of passivity.
The fire quenched in her resistance.  He ran a hand under her pajama top
and up over her breasts and pinched the nipples.  She closed her eyes
briefly and she placed a hand on the back of his as if to regulate the pain
he was causing her nipples; by squeezing his wrist when he pinched too
hard. Idly he ran his palm down her stomach, toying briefly with the small
naval stud she wore there, and then sifted her pubic hair through his
fingers.  She dropped her hand away from his and craned to watch his hand
trail between her legs and stroke her sex lips.  She gasped and he gave a
little chuckle as sighed and trembled to his intimate touching.  He
returned his fingers to her bush, toying with it once more.
   "This will have to go," he said quietly.
   She flicked her eyes to his in surprise.
   "Wha'...why?" she asked softly in surprise.
   "I want to fuck you as the little girl you are," he said evenly.
   She scowled her objection to his reference to her being a little girl
but said nothing.  He roved a hand between her legs once more and she
stiffened and gasped to the touch.  Shawn dropped the fingers down her
crotch and curled them under her buttock, in effect cupping her sex
spearing her slimy vagina with the middle finger.  He felt the tip of his
index finger against the pucker of her anus; he had curled the hand so far
under her.  He looked at her as she glanced at him once more; her eyes
questioning the finger placed against her asshole.
   "I want to fuck you in the ass," he said firmly, looking at her.
   She swallowed hard but remained silent.
   "Deep in you ass with my fat cock," he taunted her.
   She swallowed again and lowered her eyes and stared at his chest to
avoid looking at him.
   "Wha'...why...?" she stammered once more.
   He leaned forward and nuzzled her forehead and mane of luscious
honey-blond hair hanging over her shoulders as she lay beside him.
   "Because I can," he said simply.
   He nuzzled her again, breathing close to her face and her ear.
   "And you won't stop me my sweet Christy.  A bald cunt and a tight ass
for my fat cock and you will do whatever I want...OK?" he crooned at her.
   She looked up at him, holding his gaze.
   "Yes," she breathed barely audible.  Then more strongly; "I'll will do
whatever you want," and she took his face close to hers and kissed him as a
sign of consent.  ***
   He rallied her from a sexual doze at about eleven.  The two of them
having slept soundly; exhausted from the emotional and physical exertions
of the sex recently concluded.  He expected Susan and the children to
return early afternoon so he had little time to dally in bed.  He pulled
his jeans on and ordered her to put her pajama bottoms on.  As she covered
her naked lower body, he stooped and picked up the peach that had fallen to
the floor when Christy had resisted his advances.  It was heavily bruised
on one side and he frowned at the damage the fruit had sustained.  He
turned the firm undamaged side to his mouth and bit a piece of the sweet
flesh; the juice running from his mouth as he ate the delicious peach.  She
paused watching him, understanding the imagery he was conveying yet pulled
back when he offered her a bite of it.  He motioned his hand again and she
relented and opened her mouth and bit a small piece of the fruit, putting
her fingers to her lips to scoop the trickle of juice into her mouth. 
Shawn sniggered in satisfaction that he could totally dominate her, and
holding her arm, he marched her to the house and threw the half eaten
damaged peach into the field beside the barn.  Stripping her in the
bathroom, he waited until she relieved herself, emptying her bladder with a
degree of embarrassment that he stood watching her pee; as he ran the
shower hot and adjusted the temperature to a pleasing warmth.  Stripping
himself naked he stood in the shower and beckoned her in after she had
wiped her sex and flushed the toilet.  He knelt and shaved her sex with
Susan's lady razor she used on her legs in the shower.  Christy stood with
her hands clasp across her breasts.  She was excited by the feeling of the
razor clearing the hair from her pubis.  He lightly stroked in the crease
of her labia and groin and soon he was running his fingers over her sex to
ensure he had shaved her smooth.  He turned her towards the wall and taking
the soap he lathered her butt crack; sliding his middle finger in as deep
as he could.  She gasped and grunted and the tears welled up in her eyes as
panic started to rise in her realizing he was about to make good his second
promise.  He had shaved her sex bald; now he was going to sodomize her. 
Working the soapy lather into her anus, he then slicked his cock and
instructed her to brace her hands against the wall.  As Christy wept in
shame and pain, Shawn slowly pushed his erection into her stretching
asshole; finally bottoming out inside her as he balls slapped her buttock.
He had enjoyed anal sex infrequently with Susan shortly after their
marriage but she had finally dissuaded him from taking her this way after
she suffered from a bout of hemorrhoids.  This was a pleasure long overdue.
Wrapping his arms around Christy's waist, he plugged her ass slowly;
sodomizing her as he lifted his head in ecstasy at the sheer tightness and
heat of her rectum.  Christy sobbed in pain as he increased his tempo, and
quickly lost control as he spewed into her bowel and cried out like a baby;
as he filled her with his semen.  He held her bent as he soaked himself in
his afterglow and her tight warmth.  Eventually he helped her stand more
upright but remained hard up inside her ass.  Leaning against her back he
groped her breasts; pinching and tweaking the nipples causing her to gasp
at the pain he was inflicting.  He brought his face close to her ear.
   "You're mine my tight little cunt," he crooned lewdly in her ear.  "Any
time I want...as long as you are under my roof."
   "Yes," she gasped.  "Yes...I'm yours," in fearful obedience and she
sobbed in emotional release as she surrendered her will to him.
   When Susan returned she was happy to see Christy curled up on the couch
in the living room reading a magazine as Shawn sat in his favorite armchair
drinking a coffee.  Apparent normality to Susan and she chatted happily
telling Shawn how well both children were doing in their development. 
`This is nice,' Susan thought.  `It will be so nice when Patrick and Lucy
grow older'
   ***
   Shawn plundered the teen on four further occasions that he was left
alone with her.  Twice more when Anne went to town with the children and
Christy being quietly warned not to accept Susan's invitation to join her;
to convey she enjoyed the farm chores so much that her aunt was delighted
the girl was taken with farm life.  Each occasion he had appeared in her
doorway holding a peach, with a wicked grin on his face.  The peach had
become a symbol of their carnal relationship and his dominance of her. 
Both times he started by going down on her and all reason and resistance
left her as she shuddered to the now familiar release of delirium.  While
she lay spent, he rolled her onto her hands and knees and fucked her
slowly; enjoying the drawn out pleasure and running his hands over her
breasts and back, before cumming inside of her.  After he rested beside
her, he rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her legs off the side of the
bed and greased her ass with Vaseline he had hidden in his pocket.  As she
lay weeping with her head buried in the bedding, as if trying to distance
herself from the shame she was feeling, he stood between her opened
buttocks and slowly sodomized her.  As the carnal delight consumed him
fucked her rather roughly; with a degree of obscenity in his treatment,
that it always left her ultimately regretting their sex.  Her body betrayed
her in the beginning and she enjoyed it; but she soon realized she was a
virtual sex doll, despite the moments of passion he gave her orally.  The
third occasion he took her was also in her bed.  Shawn had got up in the
night to tend to Patrick on the one occasion when he, not Lucy, had woken
in tears.  Anne was exhausted and relieved Shawn had stepped in to tend to
the boy, and she gratefully drifted back into a deep sleep.  Noting his
wife's steady breathing and realizing she was in a deep sleep, Shawn
quietly left the bed and walked to the barn.  He stayed with Christy for an
hour and after stripping her naked, he brought her to the shuddering orgasm
that she had learned to enjoy unequivocally; abandoning herself to his
mouth and fingers.  He had immediately rolled her onto her hands and knees
and after greasing her with the Vaseline he had brought with him, he
roughly sodomized her doggie fashion; filling her bowel with his seed and
ruining the joy of afterglow from her orgasm.  And then ensuring she
cleaned her ass with Kleenex so the cum would not stain the light brown
sheet on her bed, he padded silently back to the house and slipped into bed
beside his sleeping wife.  Leaving Christy alone with a sore anus and
crying in shame at her inability to stop him.  The final bout of sex during
Christy's visit was so one-sided and daring.  Some days had passed and the
opportunity to have her had not presented itself and Shawn was becoming
moody as Christy's day of departure was near.  On the pretense of making
minor fence repairs, Shawn had asked Christy to help and he ended up
fucking the teen in the truck only a hundred yards from the house.  Christy
resisted Shawn at first as she could see Anne's silhouette at the kitchen
window in the house.  Shawn argued his wife was looking into the bright
morning sunlight and wouldn't know what they were doing, believing they had
parked the truck and were undertaking the repairs on the closest pasture
fence to the house.  Christy remained adamant she did not want to do it
there and Shawn slapped her lightly several times and took her by force;
cruelly reminding her of how he had beaten her into submission that time
when Susan had taken the kids to the pediatrician.  Christy was crying and
begging him not to as he removed her panties from under the denim skirt she
was foolish enough to wear, and fucked her as he held her across the rear
bench seat of the four-door truck; as he stood on the running board to get
the height of penetration right.  Just as he had fucked the barfly woman
and the teen hitch hiker.  It was one sided; literally rape and it was this
final bout of sex that cured any immediate thoughts Christy may have
harbored about pursuing her new found sexual liberation once she was back
to the city.
   The intent of Christy going to her uncle and aunt's farm was a forlorn
last hope by her parents to isolate her from potential trouble and her bad
judgment; brought on by her burgeoning sexuality and attitude to boys. 
They couldn't have dreamed of the success the farm stay did achieve but
they would never know how the success was arrived at.  Back home, Christy
decided the whole experience was more negatives than positives despite the
fact she could not be made pregnant, and the fantastic orgasms Shawn had
induced from her.  Importantly Christy had learned about men and how
selfish, and even how dangerous they could be when their libido took over
their actions.  Deep down she blamed herself.  She had enjoyed it and this
compounded her guilt that she should have done more to stop it.  In short
she blamed herself.  Her previous fascination with boys subsided rapidly
and her fear of her own sexuality betraying her judgment ensured she became
celibate for her entire high school years; consigned to stolen moments with
her own hands which became expert at providing safe release from her sexual
tensions.  She only entered into sexual activity again when she started
college and formed a steady relationship.  There were times she deeply
regretted what she did with her uncle and once she became so depressed that
she considered ratting him out to her parents; to purge herself of her
burden of guilt.  But the cute faces of Patrick and Lucy, who she genuinely
adored, filled her mind with remorse that she could never contemplate
ruining their lives by exposing their father as a sex abuser.  She made a
vow she would never tell a soul about that summer when she was fourteen and
stayed at the farm.  She never again visited her uncle and aunt on the
farm.
   Shawn had not recognized the conflict he was creating with Susan in his
constant pursuit of sex.  They became estranged whenever sex came between
them; Susan was often riddled with guilt and did not understand why she did
not want to participate in normal conjugal sex with Shawn.  For Shawn's
part, he became increasingly frustrated with his wife holding out on him
and sly solo masturbation beside her in bed did not cut it any more; even
using his favorite fantasy of sex with his teenage niece those months gone
by.  Eventually he slipped up and Anne found out about him and the barfly
woman he now often visited at the adjacent town.  He was seen having sex
with her in the truck and soon the gossip came back to Anne.  She
eventually left him after a second affair came to light after he promised
he would stop his carousing ways and be faithful.  They divorced when
Patrick was eight and Lucy was five.  Despite Christy learning of her
uncle's transgression, and the time perhaps being right to blow the whistle
over her experience with him, she held her tongue.  Shawn escaped detection
for that affair with Christy but he had snookered himself with Anne through
his adult infidelity.  In a way Christy felt relieved her aunt had at least
found out what an asshole he was.  After Anne divorced Shawn, Christy has
no idea where he went.  She heard the farm had been sold as part of the
divorce settlement, and she presumed he had simply vanished.  But he kept
in contact with his growing children although Christy was oblivious to that
fact and simply decided he was gone; and with it any reason to concern
herself with him any more.  On that level at least, Shawn had gotten away
with it.
   The End
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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 and 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 even 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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