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 Girl With a Kitten
   By Romany
   (M/g, oral, anal, rape)
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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between a girl
and an adult man.  If this subject offends you, close this page NOW!  If
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   "Is this your kitten?" the young girl asked as soon as Andrews opened
his back door.
   Standing before him was a schoolgirl, perhaps 6th or 7th Grade, holding
a small tabby kitten in her arms.  The kitten was obviously playful and it
was squirming and had its tiny claws in the girl's school uniform.  She
giggled as the kitten nearly squirmed out of her grasp.
   "Not mine," Andrews replied with a grin, taking in the girl.
   She had long straight dark hair tied loosely in a pony tail and she was
wearing the uniform of Deacon Hill Academy which was about a quarter of a
mile from here.  Despite the maroon sweater, Andrews could see the gentle
swell of her chest suggesting the girl was on the cusp of puberty.  She had
a backpack beside her and clearly she was on her way to school.  Girls from
the school sometimes walked along the path behind the row of houses
Andrews' was in, despite them being told not to.  The journey between the
open streets the shortcut linked through trees and walkers were not always
visible from the houses.  It was felt a girl walking this trail could be a
target for unwanted attention.
   "Do you know who's it is?" she asked, disappointed she hadn't found the
owner.
   "I have no idea," Andrews replied.  "I am sure it's not my neighbors. 
One has a dog the other has an allergy to cats.  Maybe it's wandered a
little further," he added and held out his hands to take the furry animal.
   She handed him the squirming kitten with a grin and a giggle and watched
as Andrews turned it over and peered between its back legs.  The girl
blushed and glanced away briefly.
   "Well it's a she-cat," he said as a matter of fact.  "And she's barely
weaned."
   "Barely weaned?" she asked curiously.
   "Not long from its mother nipples...probably this little girl is about 6
to 8 weeks old," he explained.
   The girl blushed when he said the word `nipples'.
   "It might be able to handle solid food.  Looks a bit under-nourished,"
he said turning the kitten around.
   The kitten was purring loudly and he stopped talking and held it to his
ear.  The girl grinned seeing he was taking some interest.  Andrews' first
reaction was that it was a stray.  Perhaps the mother had been moving her
litter and somehow got interrupted and disconnected from this one.  He gave
a cursory look around behind the girl as if the mother cat might be hanging
around, searching for one of her babies.
   "What will we do with it," the girl said looking concerned at her watch.
"I have to get to school."
   "Well it's yours," he grinned.  "Take it to show-and-tell and then take
it home.  I'm sure the teachers won't mind," he grinned handing it back.
   Her face fell seeing he was returning the kitten.
   "We don't do show-and-tell in our class...I'm twelfth grade.  That stops
at third grade," she added a little indignantly that he thought she was in
a grade lower than she was.  "And I can't take it to school...the teachers
will freak," she said ruefully.
   He looked at her.  She was very pretty facially with gorgeous brown eyes
and a light tan pigment to her face.  Maybe she had some distant Hispanic
blood in her genes somewhere; possibly Greek.  She had a luscious lower lip
and her mouth had a hint of the erotic.  She was tall and he guessed slim
although her school uniform did not allow for him to gauge any developing
figure, apart from the budding breasts that were the most obvious sign her
body was about to change.  Her necktie was neatly knotted and her uniform
clean and neat.  Given she was from Deacon Academy, there was obviously
money in her family.  That school was not cheap.  He could see she was
crestfallen about the kitten; standing holding it, and looking around back
to the trail.  She was clearly wondering what to do with it; not wanting to
simply discard it.
   "I'll tell you what I'll do," he said helpfully.  "What if you leave the
kitten with me, and then collect her after school and you can take her
home."
   The girl's face brightened when Andrews mentioned leaving the kitten
with him; but then clouded as he said she could take it home.
   "I can't take her home," she said sadly.  "No pets allowed at our
apartment.  I couldn't have a pet even if I wanted one...and even then mom
wouldn't allow it.  She's allergic to cats and dogs," she explained.
   Andrews was stumped at what to do.  Clearly the kitten was important to
the girl and he sensed she felt a sense of obligation to see the kitten was
looked after by picking it up in the first place.  I stood looking
thoughtful at the squirming animal and finally made what he believed was
his last, albeit temporary offer.
   "OK...so we have a problem.  Leave her with me and I will ring the
animal shelter," he said believing this was the best solution.
   "But if they can't find families, the pets are sometimes put to sleep,"
the girl said almost in tears, seeing there might be danger in safety for
the small playful kitten.
   "Well it's kind of the best I can do," he said trying to seem fair yet
firm that he wasn't going to be responsible for the kitten beyond what he
had offered.
   "Could you just keep her for a day or so...until I can find a home for
her...maybe with school friends or my mom's friends?" she said; her eyes
pleading with him.
   "Look...ah...what's your name?" he began.
   "Sally...Sally Longmuir," the girl answered.
   "Look Sally...I can't keep a kitten.  I don't have anything for it," he
began and realized his reason was a little lame if she only expected a
twenty four hour reprieve for the kitten to stay with him.
   "She just needs a little milk...and a warm cushion to sleep on," Sally
continued; her eyes pleading with Andrews to agree to mind the kitten until
she found a solution.
   He looked at her big brown eyes that were clearly near filled tears; and
even trying to look away didn't help his feeling of being a heel for not
being more supportive.  The brief image of his own two daughters, long
since lost to him, flashed though his mind and his resolve wavered.  Would
they have done what Sally was doing?  Of course they would have.  Not that
he could compare them at this age.  Their mother had taken them when Janine
was eleven and Katie was nine.
   "Oh alright," he sighed in exasperation.
   Her face broke into a gorgeous smile of appreciation and the tears did
flow.
   "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you so much," she said, her smile at
odds with the big tears tumbling down her cheeks.
   "Now if you are going to cry," he began with a nervous chuckle; "I might
just have to change my mind," he said smiling at her.
   "No, no...don't do that.  Just until I can find a home for her," Sally
reiterated.
   "Whoa...you said for a day...not until you find a home," he corrected
her.
   "Well for a day then," she agreed, her smile waning somewhat realizing
she had a tall order.
   She carefully passed her precious cargo to Andrews and he cradled the
furry animal in his hands.
   "I have to get going...I'll be late otherwise," she said and nervously
drew her hands through her tresses and adjusted the loose clasp on her pony
tail.  "I can come back after school and check on her...I mean see
her...not check on you or anything," she said with a rush.  "I know you
will look after her."
   "All right then Sally Longmuir.  Call back and see her after
school...and check on me and see if I'm looking after her properly," he
laughed and held the kitten out so Sally could cuddle her one last time
before leaving.
   "Best not put your face near her," he warned.  "I do believe she is a
stray so most likely she's had no shots or anything.  She's too young for
shots just yet, even if she wasn't a stray," he added.
   Sally nodded and beamed at him.
   "Thank you," she said softly.  "You're so kind; thank you."
   A shiver ran through his body and a distant tremor resonated in his
groin.  As she turned to go back to the shortcut that led to her school, he
stood stunned by what he just felt.  It was her beautiful face and the
confident eye contact that did it.  `My God,' he thought.  `I've just been
turned on by a twelve year old girl.'
   Sally turned and waved as she disappeared off his yard and onto the
grassy shortcut.  She knew he was watching her and he felt a little
embarrassed he had watched her go; his mind thinking all sorts of not so
pure thoughts about her.  The kitten was somewhat of a lure to get her
back, and he realized he wanted her to return.  It hadn't been part of his
thought process when he first saw her.  And having agreed to mind the
kitten was a victory for her, such was his reluctance to be stuck with it.
But now he held the furry little ball and he couldn't wait for Sally to
return.
   Despite his statement to Sally that he had nothing for the kitten, it
was in fact a lie.  He found a rubber mat and basket tucked away in the
basement.  It was for a cat they had had when they were a family with the
girls and their mother with him.  A small yellow bowl with stylized kittens
on it was also in the basket.  Andrews made a bed for the kitten putting an
old sweater he used for yard work on cool days in the basket and he laid
the mat out with the bowl on top of it and got some milk; pouring it into
the bowl.  The kitten sniffed the milk and then tentatively began to drink
it.  Andrews was pleased the animal seemed to understand the concept of
feeding itself, and not wondering where its mother's teat was.  He found a
large cardboard box and cut the sides near the base, making a shallow tray
that he would put some kitty litter in.  He had none so this was the first
inconvenience of having the kitten.  He would have to go out to the pet
supermarket.  Sally had better find a home for it soon or else this was
going to wear thin pretty quickly.  He placed several layers of paper towel
in the improvised cardboard tray and hoped the kitten would see fit to pee
or poop there if the urge arose.  Shutting the kitten in the basement,
Andrews walked back upstairs and pausing as if a thought struck him, he
went to a bureau in the spacious lounge, and took out the large framed
photograph.  It was a picture of his two girls, aged ten and eight.  He sat
down on the couch and stared at the picture.
   "Where are you?" he said aloud, but barely audible.
   Janine was now twenty-four and Katie twenty-two.  He had divorced Louise
after finding out about her affair.  Janine was barely ten at the time. 
The divorce was not easy and for two years Andrews and his ex-wife had a
fractious relationship with the girls often being used as pawns between the
couple.  And then Louise announced that she and her man were moving to
California.  Andrews tried to stop it but failed.  Once they moved west,
and after several subsequent moves, Andrews lost touch with his children.
Eventually resigning himself to the fact he would most likely only ever see
them again if they ever came looking for him.  He had not heard of them for
nearly ten years now but he remained in the same house they had all called
their home; just in case they would look for him.  He placed the photograph
back in the drawer.  He wasn't sure why he simply didn't put it with all of
the other mementos of their life as a family; stored in sealed plastic
filing boxes in the spare room wardrobe.  He went out to the pet
supermarket and bought a bag of kitty litter and a couple of tins of cat
food.  He pondered a purpose made tray which sanitizes that the poop so it
minimized the odor.  But as the kitten was a short term responsibility, he
decided not to waste his money, despite it being quite cheap.  By the time
he got home, the kitten was meowing at the basement door and when he went
into the basement he picked the thing up and begrudgingly cuddled it.  To
his delight, there was a skittery looking turd on the paper towel in the
cardboard tray, and a wet patch to show kitty had gone potty.
   "What a clever girl," he chuckled and put her down.
   The kitten was just pleased to have contact with another being and she
kept getting in the way as he removed the paper towel, replaced it with a
flesh layer, and poured the kitty litter in on top.  Feeling safe that the
kitten had done its business already and wouldn't poop upstairs, he took it
upstairs with him and busied himself through the day.  The kitten
alternated between snoozing on the couch or joining him wherever he was;
and demanding attention by getting in the way.  He begrudgingly admitted it
was quite good having some other creature in the house with him and he
found himself talking to it a lot.  He surprised himself at just how
easy-going he had become about being stuck with the animal.  He thought of
Sally and blushed with embarrassment when his thoughts strayed to her
burgeoning body and he went to the bureau and took out the photo of his
younger daughters as a sort of cold shower, or slap in the face for having
base thoughts about the nubile Sally.  He was no child molester.  He had a
keen interest in things sexual and had had many questionable liaisons over
the years.  But sex with children was not on his agenda.  He would just
think about the girl as she might be in years to come; as a developed
teenager or young woman.  That's what most reasonable men considered when
they viewed a prepubescent girl, wasn't it?
   Later that afternoon, after school was out, he watched young Sally
almost sprinting into his yard and hurrying to his back door where he stood
with it opened waiting for her.  She didn't hesitate and walked straight
inside.
   "Where is she?" she said breathlessly, looking around the kitchen; her
hair almost completely out of the pony tail due to her obvious energy
running to his house.
   "Pleased to see you again Sally," Andrews laughed watching her peering
under the table and the walking towards the lounge entrance.
   "Oh...I'm sorry...I didn't mean..." she stammered realizing she must
appear rude.
   "It's OK," he laughed.  "Come on...I'll show you where she is," he
smiled and walked past her.
   Sally followed a little bemused when she saw the stairs down to the
basement.  She was innocent and trusting of him.  Not one thought she was
breaking all of the rules her mother had instilled in her about strangers;
strange men in particular.  She opened her eyes and mouth in amazement to
see the kitten fast asleep in the wicker basket, and the blue rubber mat
with the large cat's face on it.  And the yellow bowl placed in the middle,
with a small saucer of a few pieces of cat food left from the kittens last
feeding.
   "This is so neat," she said in a whisper.  "She looks so cute curled up
in the basket," she added but her voice quavered and soon she began sobbing
quietly but with a smile on her face.
   "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she blubbed softly.
   "Give me the backpack," he said with a smile and she took it off and
gave it to him and he put on the floor.
   "You need a hug," he said and without thinking she allowed him to
embrace her as she looked at the small fluffy ball that was the kitten.
   His arms felt strong and she soon stopped sobbing and then began
apologizing "for being like a little kid."
   "Don't grow up to fast Sally," he chuckled giving her one last hug
before releasing her.  "My girls did and I lost them," he added; bringing a
quizzical look from her.
   "You have daughters?" she asked staring at him.
   "Two...Janine and Katie...they're grown up now.  Sadly I never see
them," he said.
   "Oh...I'm sorry...really I am.  Everybody needs family," she said with
genuine concern.  "I hardly see my dad," she added looking back at the
sleeping kitten.
   "How's that?" Andrews asked, intrigued at the girls remark about her
father.
   "Oh...mom and dad divorced...when I was a little.  He married again and
lives in Washington State.  He has a new family and I hardly hear from
him...except at Christmas or my birthday," she said candidly.
   Clearly it wasn't a big issue but she was mature enough to see she had
lost out somehow.
   "Has your mom remarried?" he asked gently, not wanting to pry.
   "No...there's just her and me.  She works a lot so I have a sort of
nanny most days...after school and Saturdays when mom works.  An au pair
she calls it...a Spanish girl...a young woman...named Isabel; she's
studying English over here," sally explained.
   "Oh yes...au pair is a popular term in Europe," he said.  "So this
Carman is home for each day?" he asked.
   "Yeah...she's kind of serious but we get on OK," Sally said looking back
at the kitten.  "Can I wake her...for a cuddle?" she asked looking back at
him.
   "Of course he chuckled.  Then I'm sure you had best be getting home. 
Isabel will wonder where you are."
   "Oh...I've got time.  She's always late.  I am usually home at least an
hour before she gets there.  I don't say anything...I think she has a
boyfriend she visits him after she finishes her school each day," she said
with a knowing grin.
   "Aaah...I see," Andrews answered.
   He felt a sense of disapproval at this Isabel.  Effectively ripping her
employer off an hour each school day, and not being able to know where
Sally might be for that time.  That was the more serious concern.  Geez he
could be a child rapist and here Sally was in his basement.  He could
overpower her and have his way with her; although it was doubtful she was
here without her friends at least knowing though.  He was sure she would
have talked about the kitten at school.  After all, she had to find a home
for it.
   "Any luck finding her a home?" he ventured cautiously as the girl picked
the kitten up and cuddled it awake; giggling as the animal stretched a paw
up at her nose in playful defiance at being hassled.
   "Oh...no...no one can take it," she said reddening as she spoke.
   Andrews saw the lie on her face.  She hadn't told anybody; he was
suddenly sure of that.  And probably nobody knew she was here at all as he
had thought.  God she is taking a risk over this kitten.  Not that she was
in danger from him; but the disapproval was there in his mind, despite his
subtle scrutiny of the girl's budding body.  She was going to be a looker.
In a less hospitable basement, she may well be fighting off some lustful
abuser; captivated by the obvious woman-to-be in the girl.
   "But she's Ok here...isn't she?" she asked, a little worried he might be
counting the hours until he turned the kitten out.
   "Of course...for the meantime...until you find her a home," he said
firmly, and he felt a heel as he saw her pretty face become somber and she
cuddled the kitten to hide her face.
   He thought she was crying again but she wasn't and eventually she put
the kitten down.
   "Well I'd best be going.  I have my bus to catch," she said.
   He softened.
   "Look, why don't I drop you at the bus stop near you home, and you can
have a little more time with the kitten," he said with a smile.
   "Oh...I shouldn't," she began and then it dawned on her she probably
shouldn't be here either.
   He caught her thought and they regarded each other silently as the girl
finally computed the warnings from her mother that she had repeatedly
ignored since finding the kitten.
   "I think you've just realized all the things you've ignored today," he
said a little reproachfully.  "Things that I am sure your mom told you."
   "Yes sir," she said quietly.
   "OK...look...you're quite safe with me.  If you feel better catching
your bus, so be it," he said with a small chuckle.
   "Well...I could stay a little longer," she said looking back at the
kitten.
   "OK...you make up your mind then," he said.  "What is absolutely the
latest you have to leave here?"
   "Four forty-five," she answered, looking at the nice gold plated watch
on her wrist; that she revealed under the sleeve band of her school
sweater.
   "OK...I boot you out then," he chuckled.  "You can bring her upstairs.
You've got nearly an hour to play with her," he said and started for the
stairs.
   "What are we going to call her?" she said reaching for the kitten.  And
then she added, "What do I call you?"
   "You can call me John," he said with a smile.  "But as to what you call
her, you can decide."
   He got her a soda and some cookies and she sat in the middle of the
lounge floor with her legs wide apart and her skirt fanned out and played
with the kitten as she munched a cookie and sipped her.  Throwing names out
in an attempt to find to fit the kitten.  He moved about the rooms as she
played with the kitten.  Occasionally pausing to study her while she was
oblivious to his interest.  The waist had narrowed; the boobs were
definitely there now she had removed her school blazer and he could see she
had shapely legs when she occasionally moved to retrieve the kitten from
out of arms reach; and she forgot her self -modesty, revealing sudden
expanses of leg.  And on one occasion she was crouched on all fours trying
to retrieve the kitten which was just out of her reach, and he stifled a
gasp seeing her legs parted as she knelt leaning forward on the floor.  The
inference of moving up behind her flashed through his mind; recalling
countless scenes in bad porn movies of woman ready to get it from behind in
this pose.  He blushed and quickly looked away.
   "Kitkat," she announced with a grin.  "I'll call her Kitkat...after the
candy,' she giggled.
   "Kitkat...I bet there are lots of KitKats out there," he said, thinking
it was corny name.
   But it was the sort of name a little girl might choose.
   "I thought maybe Boots," he said.
   "Boots?" she asked screwing up her face.
   "She's got four white paws...like little white boots," he chuckled.
   She sat pondering his suggestion and then beamed.
   "I like that," she said with a giggle.  "She's now called Boots."
   "Kitkat was short lived," he laughed and tapped her head playfully as he
stood beside her sitting on the floor.
   "Yeah I know...it was sort of a kid's name," she laughed.  "Real goofy."
   And so he named the kitten for her.  He had no idea how much this kitten
would change his life.
   ***
   Sally hadn't found a home for Boots when she called the next morning on
her way to school.  Not that he thought she would.  Nor did she have a home
for Boots on the way back after school, or the next day and the next day.
In fact Andrews was so disarmed by the girl's innocent charm and large
brown eyes, he realized after that first week that he now had a kitten
called Boots that his young friend Sally Longmuir visited twice a day on
school days.  And so he resigned himself to the fact she had been
responsible for having made him accept a situation he was initially
determined to avoid.  All achieved by the girl's daily persistence in
convincing him she could find a home for the kitten, and then him actually
liking having the small animal around, and conceding he quite liked Boots.
This made Sally extremely happy and she rewarded him with an unabashed hug
the day he said he would keep Boots.
   "And I can visit her any time I like," she had gushed, while clinging to
him.
   "Yes you can," he laughed and a surge of emotion ran through him, as he
hugged her back.
   He was becoming somewhat infatuated with Sally.  Furthermore, Andrews
knew deep down that this pubescent twelve year old girl had supplanted
herself in his affections and filled the void left by the departure of his
own two daughters.  Andrews had a de facto daughter in Sally and he was
only too happy to have her around so he could experience what he had missed
because Janine and Katie had been taken by their mother.  She visited
without fail before and after school.  Seldom was she deterred by
requirements of home and school.  It came to the point when he gave her a
key to the back door so she could let herself in times when he was obliged
to go into the office or out to a customer location.  Her presence in his
absence reflected by the freshness of Boots' bowl of milk or replenished
cat food.  And Andrews became just as attached to the kitten which grew
rapidly.  They discussed her being spayed when she was old enough and Sally
reluctantly agreed it was best.
   "I read where she cats are much nicer after a litter of kittens," she
said brightly, at first trying to persuade Andrews it was not necessary
   "I have no need for any more kittens," he laughed.
   And so it was agreed to ensure Boots could not get pregnant.  In the
interim Andrews took Boots to a vet and made sure the kitten had all of the
required shots, until she was old enough to be spayed.  Andrews' attitude
to the young girl changed somewhat the first time she appeared one Saturday
morning.  He was still in his bathrobe, having just had breakfast, when he
heard the back door close.  Curious as to what it was, he went through to
the kitchen and met Sally coming towards the stairs to the basement.
   "This is a surprise," he beamed welcoming the girl's presence.  "I
wasn't expecting you."
   "Mom is working today and Isabel is off with her boyfriend until
mid-afternoon.  We agreed not to tell mom, so I thought I'd visit Boots,"
she grinned impishly; knowing she and the au pair were breaking her
mother's rule of her being left unsupervised.
   "Uh oh," Andrews said with mock sternness.  "Your mom doesn't know
Isabel has left you?"
   She shook her head still grinning.
   It was while he was thinking through the implication of her being left
alone that he became more and more aware of how desirable she looked.  She
wore a short black skirt and off-white shirt with the sleeve cuffs turned
back one fold at the wrist.  The swell of her small breasts was obvious and
he could make out the outline of her white bra behind the shirt.  The
effect the shortness of her skirt and her lithe body with shapely figure,
made her very alluring.  As he was talking her vision registered and
Andrews swallowed involuntarily when he finished speaking.  She was
beautiful.  The effect of her appearance on him was not lost on Sally and
she gave him an impish grin.  Andrews' heart skipped a beat as he saw she
knew he was taken with her appearance and obviously she was pleased he saw
her in a womanly way.
   "Boots is curled up on the settee in the lounge," he said, his voice
almost a croak.
   His thoughts semi-choked by the realization he was here alone with a
beautiful preteen and his mind was trying to balance how wrong it was that
she came here alone; and how glad he felt she was here at all.  Still
giving him the knowing grin, she bounced past him and straight into see the
kitten; plonking down beside it on the settee and assuming a baby-talk
voice as she petted and roused the kitten to cuddle it to her.  Andrews
stood in the living room door way and watched her with Boots and to show
she knew he was there, she looked across to him and the smile was still on
her lips.
   "You're a bit late this morning?" she said with a smile, nodding at his
robe.
   "Yeah...yes...I had a bit of a sleep in," he stammered; still somewhat
affected by her being here.  "Actually I'd best go and have my shower," he
said nervously.
   "Do you want me to scrub your back?" she giggled teasingly and he
flushed scarlet with her suggestion.
   She laughed openly at his reaction.
   "What...what is it?" he stammered, feeling foolish she had teased him.
   "Your face," she giggled.  "You look shocked at my suggestion," she said
and grinned knowingly at him.
   In a juvenile attempt to wrest back some dignity Andrews blurted out;
   "No...I was thinking I don't have a scrubbing brush.  You'd have to use
your soapy hands," and he paused; stricken he made such an overt reply.
   In no way should he be flirting with a young girl this way, and he knew
it.  But it was Sally's turn to blush, hearing his reply as a come-back
endorsement of her offer.
   "I'd get my clothes wet," she said quickly, not knowing what to say
next.
   "Oh...I didn't think you'd have clothes on," he grinned, feeling better
he had pushed her back and she was now struggling for a witty riposte.
   Silence; the pair looked awkwardly at each other.
   "I'd best get showered," Andrews said quietly and she nodded as he
wheeled and went up the stairs.
   He was aware rather than saw her when she had entered the bathroom.  The
shower box had fogged up as he showered.  But he sensed she had come into
the room and he carefully turned to see if he could see her.  She was far
enough back from the glass shower wall that she could make out his form
behind the foggy glass.  She stood nervously peering at his blurred form
wondering what next to do; pensive yet excited knowing he was only a few
feet away and naked.  Realizing she was watching silently, Andrews
swallowed hard and turned a little so that if the glass was clear of
condensation, she would have seen his genitals exposed beyond his nearest
hip.  With shaking hands, the man slowly began to fondle himself and
quickly became erect.  His mouth was dry and he was trembling, knowing he
should shout at her to leave the bathroom immediately.  In fact tell her to
go home and stop breaching her mother's trust by going out alone; and
certainly not to a middle age man's home where she was now only feet away
from him naked in the shower.  Instead he began to slowly stroke himself.
With every moral fiber screaming at him to stop and shoo her away, Andrews
instead made a point of demonstrably flicking his hand up and down his
hardening cock.  Outside in the bathroom, the Sally's eyes widened as she
saw the blurred arm and hand moving and knew what he was doing.  She had no
inkling he knew she was there and crept closer.  At some point a few feet
from the shower cubicle, Andrews saw the white of her shirt in his
peripheral vision, and with a gasp of excitement, tugged more deliberately
at his cock.  He was so close to cumming but somehow he felt this was just
a beginning not an end.  Cumming would bring about a flush of remorse at
exhibiting himself this way and his moral judgment would return and he
would remonstrate with her for being there.  Or at least he should. 
Instead of ejaculating, and so ending this stupidity, some force caused him
to turn and slide the shower door open and he slowly stepped out onto the
shower mat.  His eyes found her and he saw the look of excited shock on her
face as she saw him holding his big cock before her.  She stood riveted to
the spot, her eyes wide and fixed on his erection.
   "Come here Sally," he croaked; his voice breaking with excitement.
   Her eyes flicked to his and back to his cock and then back to his face;
after what seemed like an eternity for Andrews, the pretty preteen
hesitantly moved towards him.  She now held his gaze, her sense of modesty
forcing her to look away from the cock, yet somehow she was being propelled
towards it.  As she came within arm's length, she paused and stood
transfixed; her gaze locked with his.
   "Look at it," he said in a husky voice.  "Look at my big cock."
   The girl's eyes widened at his crude reference to the erection yet
lowered them to his cock; and she looked helpless and almost defeated.  Her
mind told her she should flee.  She should never have come here, yet the
past weeks of wondering about this man and the mix of her juvenile
wonderings about sex had formed a degree of curiosity about him and she was
now captivated by it.  Her feet would not move to leave this situation.
   "Touch it," the voice came; almost a monotone and somewhat hypnotic.
   She hesitantly reached a hand out and lightly touched the tip of his
cock with a fingertip.  His mouth went dry and he stifled a sob of joy that
she hadn't been repulsed by the situation.
   "Hold it," the voice came again and Sally obeyed.
   As Sally wrapped her extended hand around his shaft he let it go to make
room for her to grip it.  He sighed as he felt her grasp it; water dripping
from his body.
   "Good girl Sally," he crooned softly.
   He was now taken over by the carnal excitement of the preteen girl
holding his cock; and the excitement crushed his own moral standards.  He
was driven on by lust and the want to possess what now seemed available. 
How many times do men look at a preteen or pubescent girl at the mall, or
bus stop, or park, and mentally envision bending her over and impaling her
with a big stiff cock?  A thought inspired by the base sexist fantasy of
the girth of an adult cock prising a small girl's cunt open and impaling
her mercilessly.  At this point, Andrews was lost to carnal desires he
never believed he could have for a child.  He quickly taught her how to
jack him.  His voice soothing and hypnotic and he soon had one arm gently
on her shoulder as he turned her to stand half beside, and half facing his
front; her hand now freely sliding his foreskin up and down the length of
the shaft.  He was astonished at how quickly she overcame the shock and awe
of his exposing himself to her and now she had a determined look on her
face as she followed his guidance; occasionally placing his hand over her
wrist to correct the rhythm.  He was struggling to hold off from cumming;
as much because of the excitement of the situation as the stroking.  He
could always pace himself using his own hand but the total effect of the
situation was creating an urgency to explode he was finding difficulty to
stop.  And he lost the ability to hold himself back and eventually his hand
went over hers to get her rhythm exactly as he wanted it to maximize the
release,.  With a gurgle and "oh G-e-e-e-z-us" he gasped and clasped her
hand and the first strong spurts of cum flew from his cock.  Sally let out
a shriek of delight and surprise and started giggling almost hysterically
and crying out "yes...yes...oh yes...shoot it..." as the cum spewed forth
in long ribbons and landed on the tiled floor of the bathroom.  Andrews was
sobbing and sighing as he let the last few spurts finally pulse from his
cock and then the two watched as the final dribble of his ejaculation saw
his semen ooze and run over her fingers gripping his cock.
   Sally giggled at the semen and lifted her hand and drew it to her nose.
She studied it smelling the dank odor permeating her nostrils.  Seeing how
enthralled she was by it, Andrews took her hand and nudged it towards her
mouth.  She balked and twisted back and looked at him with alarm.
   "Taste it," he said firmly.  "Taste it on your tongue."
   She hesitated and he felt her try to wrest her hand away.
   "Taste it Sally...lick it," he said quietly but forcefully.  "Finish the
job...it's what you must do," he added.
   With her mind swimming with the thought of tasting it and the veiled
directive she must do it, Sally tentatively poked her tongue out and dabbed
it against the semen slithering down her fingers; the whiteness now
becoming translucent as it dispersed.  Taste is in the palette not the
tongue and so she did not find it objectionable as she stabbed her tongue
on it.  She knew enough about sex to know about blow jobs and swallowing
semen to know he was most likely just asserting what usually was expected.
Naively she did not see how she should refuse and so she licked the semen
from her fingers.  It was only after she had virtually cleaned her hand
that the slow dusty taste struck her taste buds.  And she decided it wasn't
repugnant and she pulled a face of begrudging endorsement and smacked her
lips as if to show it wasn't that bad after all.  Feeling better now, she
smiled wanly at him.  He took her face gently in his hands and gazed into
her eyes.
   "That was fantastic," he said softly.  "Utterly fantastic; and you are
so beautiful."
   "I'm glad," she said a little mawkishly; feeling embarrassed now he was
standing their naked and dripping wet.
   He bent and kissed her tenderly.  This was a day of firsts; she had
never been kissed before.  She stood placid as he held her face and kissed
her passionately.  She gently put her hands on his upper arms and did her
best to return his kiss.  Her mouth dry at first but soon she was able to
get the hang of what he was doing to her and she copied it.  Eventually he
broke the kiss and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.
   "Can we do that again...soon?" she asked with a look of optimism on her
face.
   "Oh we can," he said with a sly smile.  "We certainly can.  How long can
you stay?"
   ***
   Andrews was careful with how far he took her into the world of adult sex
that day.  She said she had to be home by mid-afternoon and he mentally
plotted he would drive her close to her house to maximize the time they had
together.  To cut out delays on the two buses she took to arrive here this
day.  He was also conscious of not making any overt move on her body,
either by trying to touch her breasts or feel her sex.  The second hand job
took place in the living room, after he had dressed and they had sat
talking about what had happened.  Sally was becoming increasingly
comfortable with him and confessed in a sort of rambling soliloquy, her
understanding of sex.  Occasionally she expressed statements as veiled
questions where she was unsure of her facts, and paused waiting on his
opinion or clarification.  He asked her point blank if she understood what
was wrong about what they did.
   "I did something wrong?" she ask, a look of disappointment on her face.
   "No...no...you were fine...great," he said quickly to reassure her there
was nothing wrong with her performance.  "No...I meant what was wrong about
us doing anything," he explained.
   "Oh...Of course...you meant...the law," she had answered and then paused
and thought for a few moments.
   "It's not like you attacked me or anything," she said looking at him
intently to gauge his reaction.  "I was curious, and I wanted to know...to
see what it...you...were like."
   He was about to say that didn't matter about her curiosity, and that it
was still wrong; but he did not.
   "Curiosity is fine," he said lamely; not believing a word of it.  "But
you must keep this between us," he said, feeling a heel for saying it.
   The rule made by every abuser; this `this must be our secret' rule.
   "Of course I will silly," she had said with a grin.  "I'm not stupid."
   Of course she wasn't stupid, but she was silly for allowing her
curiosity to put her at risk.  Despite not feeling as if there was anything
dangerous, or even really wrong, Andrews laid out some ground rules for her
about coming to the house at weekends.  She must always come from the back
as she did on her way to school, so his neighbors would not see her visit.
She must ensure she had her mobile phone with her in case her mother or
Isabel should call and she would say she was at home.  Sally nodded in mock
exasperation as if he was treating her as foolish or dumb, and punctuated
his serious message with a jokingly derisive "d-u-u-u-h' to show it was
obvious she must be careful, after he finished his spiel.  Satisfied about
her being versed in discretion at coming here for extended visits at the
weekend, Andrews drew her to him and held her while he kissed her.  After
she relaxed and became more involved in kissing him back, he allowed his
hands to lightly pressure her small breasts and then quickly move on to
have his fingers lightly stroke her neck and ear-lobe; and then return to
gently pressure the small nubbins on her chest once more.  Sally became
increasingly comfortable with his hands gently fondling her and eventually
she reciprocated and he felt her hand stray to his now clothed body. 
Lightly grasping his crotch, and once she felt the outline of his cock in
his pants, squeezing more firmly until he urged her to take it out.  She
sat up with a wicked grin and unzipped his flies and felt around in his
shorts; finding some difficulty in pulling the stiffening cock from his
pants.  She sat back and gazed at it in awe and fondled it with both hands
pulling the foreskin back several times and studying the mushroom shaped
head.  He unfastened the waist button and opened his pants up more and she
was able to expose his balls; and she leaned in and examined him intimately
for some minutes.
   He sat looking at the top of her head and had to ease back to study her
face.  He was just as enthralled with her expression of wonderment, as she
was in studying his cock and hairy balls.  Eventually she gave the hard
cock a series of strokes; and getting more comfortable, she began to jack
him a second time that day.  She was more relaxed yet just as enthralled at
what she was doing and he was now planning his next subtle move.  How to
get her to take it in her mouth?  As he pondered how to do this without
alarming her, he lightly fondled her breasts and she glanced up and smiled,
and her eyes flicked down to his hand now firmly against one breast.
   "That feels nice," she said almost in a whisper, and she turned her gaze
back to his hard cock and the large ball sac hanging out of his open pants.
   He moved a hand to her hair and lightly caressed it.  The touching of
the hair gently becoming pressure on her head; and slowly he guided her
head down towards the cock in her hands.  She eventually realized that her
face was now pushed close to the cock-head and she stiffened.
   "Suck it Sally," he said as soon as she appeared to balk.  "Suck my
cock...you know you can do it," he said quietly; his voice returning to the
almost hypnotic monotone he used in the bathroom.
   "I...I...can't.  I don't think I can," she said and looked at him
sheepishly.
   He run his fingers across her lips lightly and insinuated one into her
mouth and she opened to draw it in.
   "Yes you can Sally," he whispered.  "Just like sucking my finger," he
crooned and slipped another finger onto her bottom teeth.
   She opened her mouth a little more and sucked the two fingers and
lowered her gaze to look at the cock in her hands.  With a deep breath, she
moved her face closer and he allowed his fingers to slip out as she touched
her lips against the cock head.  Slowly with a degree of hesitancy, Sally
formed her lips in an `O' and suckled the knob of his cock.  After a few
minutes of moving her mouth slowly over the cock head, and swirling her
tongue over it instinctively she allowed more of the cock into her mouth.
And soon she held it with both hands at the base and began to suck and
slurp; drawing more of it into her mouth.  Just as he did with the hand job
in the bathroom, Andrews coached the girl with gentle pressure to her head
and crooning subtle encouraging words and she became emboldened by his
praise.  Out of her vision he was grinning smugly; pleased she was sucking
him quite expertly given her rapid education.
   `This is going to be heaven' he thought to himself.
   At the end of the settee, Boots the kitten stretched involuntarily in
her sleep and went on snoozing as Andrews educated the girl in the art of
cock sucking.  He reached the point where he could not stop the inevitable
and he grasped her head with both hands.  Sally realized quickly what was
about to happen and tried to take her mouth away but he held her firmly. 
And as the girl struggled with the cock now going deeper into her mouth
Andrews' hips started to buck at her head.  She gurgled and gagged and her
nostrils whistled with her ragged breathing as she struggled with the man's
cock.  He overwhelmed her and came hard; spewing his cum into her mouth and
the back of her throat.  She trembled and tried to back away frantically;
as much to get a decent breath of air, as to stop the cock flooding her
throat with semen.  As she eventually freed herself and began spluttering
and coughing, the kitten at the foot of the settee woke in alarm at the
sudden movements of the girl recoiling from the man's crotch.  While she
was trying to get free of the cock, Sally was also mindful she did not want
to appear to be a baby and allow herself to become agitated or upset at
what had gone down.  She stayed in close proximity to her adult lover, as
he held her shoulders now, and she coughed and tried to get her breath. 
Semen flying as she coughed so she covered her mouth with her hand and the
cum splattered her fingers.  Eventually she controlled herself and looked
at him in surprise; and with a degree of embarrassment she had reacted this
way.
   "I'm sorry," she spluttered.  "So sorry...I couldn't...didn't...oh God,"
she gasped and then she tried to show she was Ok by forcing a smile.
   "Hey, hey, hey...that's Ok sweetie...you did good...you did really
good," he crooned and embraced her.  "It's bound to be a little surprising
the first time," he said gently and he hugged her to him.  "You did really
well...a really fantastic job," he said congratulating her.
   Boots having calmed down from the fright she got, stretched and sat
upright as cats do; and looked at the two in an embrace at the other end of
the settee with her little cat smile.  The kitten meowed for no good reason
and Sally burst out laughing and turned away to pet the kitten.  She picked
it up and cuddled it and made small baby noises as she petted the animal.
Andrews sat and smiled knowingly to himself.  He had gone beyond the pale
with this girl and yet felt no remorse; as he thought he should.  The
kitten was a godsend; bringing the young Lolita who found it to his back
door those weeks back.  This was just the start of something better.
   Fascination with Andrews, cock and his sexual release saw Sally
instigate one more bout of sex that Saturday before letting him drive her
to a bus stop near her apartment building.  She had knelt on the living
floor and sucked him as he lay back on the settee.  This time he allowed
her more control and when he was about to come, she pulled her mouth away
and turned her face and jacked him.  This was less than satisfying to him
so he took the cock in his own hand and leaned forward and held her head
with his other hand.  She quickly caught on, and with a look of
apprehension, she held her mouth open; blinking each time his hand flashed
up near the head; in anticipation of the cum he would aim into her mouth.
The classic porn actresses pose for the man jacking himself into her mouth.
Sally had seen this one time that she and her friend Courtney had secretly
surfed the internet on Courtney's big sister's laptop.  She mimicked what
she recalled.  Andrews emptied himself a third time that day, with the
majority of cum dribbling rather than spurting into the girl's mouth;
pooling on her tongue with small dribbles on her chin and at one corner of
her mouth.  He was near spent having cum three times.  He gasped and
groaned and studied her; seeing her clearly in two minds whether to swallow
as she knew she should, or spit it out as she wanted to.  She gave in and
with a large gulp, as if she was taking an unpleasant medicine, she
swallowed.  He hugged her and congratulated her for her brave effort.  By
the time she left, she felt exhilarated at what had happened; just as
Andrews had, although his enjoyment tempered by nagging regrets about the
illegality of what he had done.  Despite these regrets, he jacked himself
wildly that night and most of Sunday; reliving the joy of the illicit sex
with the preteen.  And so when Monday morning came, so did he once more. 
Sally calling on her way to school as she always had done to see the
kitten. But instead, giving Andrews a languid hand job and then opening her
mouth to receive the cum.  The afternoon visit on her way home, he coerced
her to suck him until he came in her mouth.  And as that first week of oral
sexual contact slipped by, by the Friday she was comfortable no matter
which way he came into her mouth.  It plugged with cock or her mouth held
open waiting for the deluge as he jacked himself.
   In her room at night, Sally thought about each day and the exciting
thing that was happening between her and her middle age lover.  Like the
majority of prepubescent girls, she had fundamental knowledge about her
body and the changes that she would see her body go through.  It was during
one of these moments of reflection on the events with Andrews that Sally
got up and went quietly to the bathroom and retrieved a small hand mirror
her mother had there.  Back in her room, the girl stripped her pajama
bottoms and squatted on the mirror placed on the bed.  For some time, she
splayed her labia and looked into the opening of her vagina.  She was
fascinated by the color and texture of her own body and after she had
familiarized herself with the visual aspect of her anatomy, she lay back
and idly stroked her sex.  She knew about masturbation as a topic, but
until now she had never attempted any self manipulation.  In fact until the
sexual contact with Andrews happened, her interest in sex had been purely
objective; not necessarily personified to herself in any way.  As she lay
slowly stroking, she found a certain spot and rhythm that her finger
movements made her feel warm and relaxed.  Sally continued stroking and
playing with herself as she tried masturbation for the first time.  For
some time she lay with her legs open and her knees up, and rubbed and
stroked herself.  This did bring on a warm relaxing feeling and she lay in
a dreamy haze and enjoyed the feelings her hand was giving her.
   Sally had drifted off to sleep while slowly masturbating and on waking
the next morning, she realized she was still naked from the waist down. 
She checked the bedside clock radio, and realizing she had at least
forty-five minutes before it would wake her to get up, the young girl
returned to stroking herself.  She lay back and thought about John
(Andrews) and his big cock.  The vein that stood out and the small blue
veins behind the soft skin; how the cock was hard yet the skin so soft and
easily moved up and down the shaft.  Somewhere in her musings and recall on
Andrews' erection, she realized there was a more intense warmth than what
she had experienced the night before.  Focusing on one spot in particular,
Sally rubbed more firmly and deliberately.  She slid her other hand down
and under one thigh and slipped two fingers inside her vaginal opening. 
Realizing the intensity of the nice feeling was growing, the girl became
more deliberate and rubbed even harder over the top of her slit.  Somewhere
in maneuvering her two hands to get the best feeling she hit a spot and all
of a sudden a feeling of warmth became a series of waves of pleasure that
suddenly rippled through her body; from the soles of her feet to her scalp.
She arched her back involuntarily as if increasing the pressure of her hand
and she cried out and quickly stifled the ensuing gasps and groans and
mewling noises she made as she experienced her first ever orgasm.  She lay
somewhat exhausted following the wave of enjoyment that had engulfed her
and after she had lay calm for some time, she looked back at the clock
radio and saw it would soon come on to wake her.  She lay feeling
self-satisfied knowing what she had experienced was achieved by her
rubbing; and surely she could repeat it any time she wished.  She noted her
vagina was quite moist and she put the fingers she had penetrated herself
with to her nose and smelled the sickly sweet odor of her body.
   "I did it," she whispered to herself, and taking one of her pillows,
hugged it and rolled on her side in happiness at what she had discovered.
   "I did it, I did it, I did it," she whispered over and over to herself.
   Riding the bus to school, Sally sat and stared out the window and
reflected on her new self-discovery.  She was eager to tell someone yet
felt she couldn't; it was too personal to share it yet.  And she definitely
could not share about the oral sex with Andrews, because that had dire
consequences and silence was a must.  But this new experience was something
she could talk about eventually, but for some point in the future.  She
might admit to her friend Carly that she had masturbated but the thought of
opening herself up to an inquisition was too much to contemplate just yet.
There was still more to learn about herself.
   Her brief visit to Andrews before school resulted in her being more
deliberate about sucking and stroking him; reliving the thoughts of the
night before and paying closer attention to the appearance and texture of
his cock.  Easing her mouth back as he came and watching in fascination as
the semen pulsed from the slit-eye in the big ruby cock head.  When she
called in after school, she had him sit on the settee and kneeled in
between his legs and toyed and played with his cock for some time before he
reminded her of the time.  She took him as deep as she could and he watched
somewhat bemused about her attitude this day.  He sensed there had been
some consolidation in her own mind about what she was doing and she seemed
more comfortable with it.  Never thinking for a moment the girl had
progressed her sexual awaking even further by her own hand.  Yet it was
enough for Andrews to reflect after she had gone that he might try to move
their sexual play to full sex.  Certainly he had thought about it
constantly, yet the fact she had initiated the contact by coming into the
bathroom when he was in the shower those few weeks back, he was
apprehensive at moving towards touching her and leading her on to actually
fuck her until he was sure she was ready.  Perhaps she wouldn't initiate it
but he needed to be sure she was open to it if he took the plunge.  Their
sex was briefly limited to before and after school.  For a number of
reasons, Sally could not get to visit for two Saturday's in a row.  Not
that it was a huge issue as getting a blow job twice a day, Monday to
Friday from a twelve year old girl, was more than enough release and
excitement for Andrews.  But her weekend curfew frustrated his desire to
actually fuck her.  His frustration at not having her for more than an hour
at most, at the end of the school day, saw him become somewhat urgent in
their sex.  Whereas he usually just lay back and enjoyed her servicing him
with her mouth and hand he began subjecting the girl to acts of mild
domination.  Often handling his cock and shoving it in her mouth to push
out her cheeks; or slapping her cheek with it and then rubbing it around
her face.  It was in one such carnal act of subjugation that an excited
Andrews, who was straddling the girl lying back on the settee, moved down
her body and crudely shoved his cock under her uniform and butted it
against her sex behind her white cotton panties.  Sally's eyes opened wide
and she was somewhat taken aback by his actions.  He had never once tried
to touch her there with his hands.  Sure he had regularly fondled her
budding breasts through her blouse but this action was quite alarming to
her.  But as he crouched over her and rubbed the slick head on her panties,
the girl became fascinated in the expression on his face.  She had seen his
expression of satisfaction when she was sucking and jacking him; and also
his contorted face when he came.  But here he was almost in a trance as he
gazed at the swell of her vulva behind her panties.
   Andrews pushed a hand to the lump between the girl's legs and prodded
the top of her sex with his thumb.  Sally went to brush his hand away,
thinking this had gone far enough, but she felt a distant ache in her groin
as Andrews pressed against her sex.  His cock held in his other hand was
resting against her inner thigh, as if waiting for her to be opened up; her
panties moved to allow access.  She resisted the urge to push him away and
another pang of subtle pleasure pulsed as the thumb hit the same spot. 
Within a matter of thirty seconds or so of Andrews rubbing her sex through
her underwear, Sally realized she was actually enjoying these light shocks
to her body.  Instead of repelling him, she lay passive and soon she was
lifting her hips gently as the thumb and fingers gave her small jolts of
enjoyment.  She recognized her rising pleasure as what she had achieved
with her own hand.  Her excitement was rising and she had her mouth open
slightly and her eyes half shut as she lay and let Andrews masturbate her.
Andrews felt the little pushes of her groin as she lifted her butt towards
his hand and a knowing smile came over him.  He abandoned holding his cock
and before she could react, slipped the crotch of her panties aside and
exposed her bald sex.  Despite a flush of concern, Sally lay and fought the
urge to stop him.  And as the thumb now curled in between the top of her
sex lips, and the pad slid over her clitoris, the girl let out a deep
involuntary sigh and Andrews glanced at her face and smiled.  She was
surrendering to his touch.  He quickly insinuated two fingers of his other
hand inside the stretched crotch of her panties and with some difficulty;
he slipped them into her vaginal opening.  The panties were now stretched
against her inner groin and she moved to ease a feeling they were cutting
into her.
   Andrews did not want to yield the bridgehead so he lowered his face and
slid his tongue along the exposed slit.  Sally gasped and her hips bucked
in reflex to the sensation.  Andrews repeated the act and soon he was
slavering her sex with his tongue.  Sally sighed and groaned as the tongue
flicked where his thumb had pressed.  Andrews proceed to arouse the girl
slowly and soon Sally was writhing on her back.  The insistent tongue and
invading fingers causing her some frustration and joyous annoyance; yet she
did not want him to stop.  He was just off the point of something she knew
was there and, despite frustrating her; she wanted him to get the spot. 
Andrews pulled the panties as far to one side as they would allow, and he
crouched on his knees and worked over Sally's sweet cunt with his mouth. 
Slobbering and slavering her sex lips as he went; the tongue sliding the
length of her inner labia.  First this side and then the other side; the
thumb was now permanently pressed up against her clitoris and somewhere in
the midst of Andrews' noisy slurping and gulping air to breath, there was
the sound of the young girl groaning and sighing in delight at what the man
was doing.  Somewhere in the rising noises she was making, and the regular
jerking back at him with her hips, Sally went over the top and let out a
low wail as she felt the delicious flood of the orgasm that ran over her.
Her furtive masturbation in her bed at night had taught the young girl how
to tune into the hands and tongue of this man working her over.  Seeing her
abandon, Andrews took his cock and with several urgent flicks at it with
his expert hand, he came in series of strong spurts and the semen
splattered the girl's exposed sex.  Slithering down her labia into her
inner groin and dripping onto the inside of the back of her uniform skirt
pinned under her butt.  He gasped in enjoyment at the carnal happening now
concluded, and his head dropped onto her lower abdomen.  The girl lifted a
hand and cradled his head and the two remained this way for some minutes.
   "Meow" went Boots the kitten as she padded silently into the living room
and stopped near the two humans.
   Sally lifted her head and smiled goofily down at the tabby kitten. 
Boots sensing acknowledgement, sprang up onto the padded arm of the settee
by Sally's head, and the girl reached a hand back to pat the kitten.  Boots
dug her claws into the settee arm and arched her back as Sally petted her;
looking back up at the kitten now just above her head on the arm of the
settee.  It was in this petting of Boots that Sally caught a glimpse of her
watch on her wrist.
   "Oh God," she exclaimed and sat up quickly; causing Boots some alarm
that she jumped down off the settee.
   "I'm late for my bus," Sally cried and shook Andrews shoulders; the man
still slumped over her lower abdomen.
   Sally panicked about being late but Andrews calmed her down.
   "I'll drive you to the stop where you get off your bus," he said holding
her upper arms to hold the distraught girl in one spot as he spoke to her.
"First things first," he continued.  "Go into the bathroom and wipe
yourself," he said holding her gaze.
   "What...why?" Sally stammered; still flustered at here lateness.
   "I came on you...between your legs," Andrews explained.
   With her underwear having slipped back in place and her uniform skirt
now hanging naturally as she stood, Sally had not realized she had been
hosed with his cum She involuntarily bowed her legs and thrust a hand
rather immodestly between her legs to check.
   "Believe me, you got a coating," Andrews chuckled.  "Now go and wipe
yourself...and sponge your panties and the inside back of your skirt. 
There will be spots of cum on them as well."
   It was about a twenty minute drive by car and sally relaxed upon
checking her watch and realizing they had already made up time over the
bus. She sat back in his car and reflected on her childish panic.
   "You OK?" Andrews asked.
   "Uh-huh," she replied.
   "You won't be late getting home," he said with a chuckle.  "All that
drama for nothing."
   She blushed and grinned goofily back at him.
   "Sorry...and Boots got a fright to," she giggled.
   "Come see me Saturday?" he asked pensively.
   "I'll see.  Mom has had the last two Saturday's at home...that's why I
couldn't come," she reminded him.
   They travelled on in silence.  Andrews was thinking about her orgasm and
how it had taken him by surprise.  He never knew girls this young could
have orgasms.  He had that thought she was still maturing and he had not
reasoned she was capable of expressing her burgeoning sexuality that way.
He had selfishly seen her as providing his pleasure and not needing any
herself.  His forgetting her age once he had become so aroused and going
down on her, was just as if he was eating a mature woman; apart from the
absence of pubic hair.  Of course he had eaten one or two shaved women in
his life anyway so he was never reminded she was under age once the oral
action had begun.
   "You...you made me wet," she said quietly, breaking the silence.
   "You became aroused...it's normal," he said turning to look at her.
   "No...I mean when you...when you shot...came," she explained.
   "Yes...I was pretty aroused myself," he grinned sheepishly at her.
   "Is...is it all right?" she asked tentatively.
   "All right?" he asked curiously.  "What do you mean?"
   "It was outside...on me not in me...I'll be safe won't I?" she asked; a
concerned look on her face.
   "Oh...I see.  You are worried about getting pregnant?" he asked
realizing what her concern was.
   She nodded at him; her face was strained and expectantly waiting his
answer.
   "No...you can't get pregnant like that.  But more importantly, I
couldn't get you pregnant even if I wanted to," he said with a reassuring
smile.
   She looked relieved at his first answer but then her face became puzzled
as she digested his second answer.
   "I had a vasectomy...years ago after our youngest daughter was born," he
said noting her confusion at his answer.
   She heaved a sigh of relief and smiled wanly thinking how foolish she
must look thinking she could get pregnant without penetration.
   "You don't have periods though," he said glancing at her.
   "No...not yet.  Soon maybe...but girls can get pregnant before their
first period," she answered firmly.  "They can ovulate before their period,
and if they...have sex..." and she tailed off.
   He glanced back at her and was impressed at her knowledge about her
body. She was a beauty.  One he was now emotionally attached to, as well as
the allure of her burgeoning body and sexuality.  He could not imagine a
day without seeing her and weekends were always slow to pass between their
last contact on Friday's and when she returned en route to school the
following Monday.  That one special Saturday was a blessing and he wanted
to see her on Saturday's again.
   He dropped her off near her apartment and with a touch of their hands in
lieu of a semi-public kiss, she smiled sadly and left.  Next morning he
waited dressed only in his robe, and after she went about feeding the
kitten, she came to him; Andrews waiting patiently on the settee in the
living room.  Smiling in anticipation she knelt before him and released the
belt of his robe.  He was already hard with excitement and she gave him an
impish grin and took him in hand.  Within six or seven minutes, he was
cumming in her mouth as she held the cock, so just the head intruded past
her lips.  Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stood and he
struggled to his feet and escorted her through the kitchen to the back
door; kissing her tenderly before she raced off to class.  He masturbated
frantically in the shower after she was gone; frustrated now that oral sex
was not enough.  He stood in front of the fogy mirror, and wiping a clear
spot, stared at himself and pondered what the hell he was doing.  He was
the father of two girls and here he was having inappropriate contact with a
twelve year old girl.  Fascinated by her youth and innocence; and the hint
of the young woman to be evident in her body.  Was it because he had missed
this important part of his own daughters' lives?  He worked fitfully for
the rest of the day.  Made a few calls and did his emails.  At intervals he
masturbated and thought of Sally.  His brief bout of remorse that morning
was more a sad reflection on events and was soon evaporated by his
fantasies as he jacked himself off.
   The after school sex that day took a different tack.  He pulled her back
against him on the settee and kissed her for some minutes.  Sally warmed to
this new approach and she did not resist when he deliberately felt her
small breasts as he pulled her back against him; her butt grinding into his
crotch as she sat on his lap.  Eventually Andrews' hand went under her
skirt and up to her inner thigh.  Sally moaned and kissed him more
fervently.  The response was born of excitement rather than arousal but she
wanted to encourage him to touch her there.  He needed no such
encouragement although it did hearten him she was not about to push his
hand away.  He stroked the plump preteen mound through her pants and
quickly abandoned any slow build up, and slipped his hand into the
waistband of her panties.  He slowly stroked and fingered her as she lay
back against him and eventually she was sufficiently enjoying his hand
feeling her that she stopped kissing and just lay passive with her head on
his shoulder as he fingered her.  Soon the distant nagging she had taught
herself with her own hand began to permeate through her and after about ten
minutes of his gentle slow fingering, she turned her head slightly and
whispered;
   "Would you use your mouth...like yesterday?"
   His heart leaped with joy.  She had initiated the next step.  She was
definitely coming around and he was buoyed by this want in her.  He smiled
warmly and eased to one side and she lay back against the padded end of the
settee where he had lain.  He crouched and moved her off-side leg off the
settee further and this spread her legs.  He took the hem of her uniform
skirt and lifted it and she quickly took it and pulled it back against her
chest; exposing her panties with the firm swell of her young sex pushing at
the taught material.  Andrews slipped the panties from her and she had to
lift her butt and narrow her legs momentarily as he stripped her naked at
the waist.  Sally blushed knowing he was peering at her naked sex but the
blush soon gave way to a broad smile as she felt his tongue press her vulva
and a finger slide into her moistening vaginal opening.  Andrews opened her
up and she bent one leg against the back of the settee and the other
splayed out with her heel on the floor as he ate her slowly and
deliberately.  She was now quite wet and he slipped three fingers into her
to the second knuckle; the preteen lifting her hips in rhythm to his hand
and mouth and tongue working her over.  Her mouth slightly working as a
goldfish gulping in a bowl; her eyes half closed in enjoyment of this
fantastic sensation.  Andrews brought her up slowly and she came in a slow
quiet series of sighs and gasps as his mouth in particular, brought on the
warm feeling that spread through her.
   As she lay breathing heavily at the release, Andrews fumbled at his
flies and exposed his erection completely.  Half squatting between her
legs, he rubbed the slick head of his cock up and along her slit and she
opened her eyes a little in apprehension; realising he could just push into
her and she had not considered that happening.  But sensing she was not
completely seduced for him to attempt to actually entering and fucking her
as he so badly wanted, he masturbated himself by sliding around her cunt
lips and quickly gasped and groaned as he spewed a series of strong spurts
of cum over her bald vulva and pubis.  The semen quickly slithered down the
crevices between her groin and vulva and onto the inside of her uniform as
she lay along the settee.  He sighed and leaned over her and kissed her;
still rubbing his slippery cock head around her sex.
   "That was wonderful," she whispered with a goofy smile on her face.
   "It was, wasn't it," he grinned and kissed her lightly.
   Andrews stood and rearranged himself, returning the cock to his flies
and zipping them closed.  He helped her to her feet and directed her to the
bathroom.  Sally wiped herself in private as he waited for her to come out.
She walked to the settee and bent to pick up her underpants crumpled where
Andrews had left them.  As she bent to pull them on he stopped her.
   "No...I want them," he said quietly.
   She looked shocked at first but as he took them from her, he drew them
to his nose and made a point of inhaling their scent.  She looked puzzled
as to why he wanted them.
   "To remind me of you...tonight...always when you're not here," he said
quietly.
   "It will be drafty on the bus," she giggled.
   "I'll take you and drop you where I did yesterday," he smiled.
   They did not talk much as he drove her home.  He couldn't resist one
last feel of her naked sex before she left the car a discrete distance from
her apartment.
   "I really hope you can get free tomorrow," he said expectantly.
   "I'll see," she said.  "I can't promise anything.  But I'll try."
   As she walked away from his car, her gait was jaunty and bouncy and she
was enjoying the fact she was naked under her skirt.  With a small grin on
her face, she walked past the doorman of the small fashionable hotel that
was half a block from her own home.  He looked at her with recognition,
seeing her walk by every school day on her way home from school; and he
tipped his cap and nodded a greeting as he always did.
   `If you only knew' she thought to herself and continued walking in a
jaunty manner; flushed with her cheeky secret.
   Andrews fumbled and fondled himself as he drove home.  He was tempted to
pull his cock out when stopped at a red light but resisted the urge. 
Arriving in his garage, he closed the door and rushed to the living room
and gathered Sally's panties from where he left them and slumped on the
settee.  His cock in hand and head lolling on his chest as he watched his
practiced hand, holding Sally's underpants wrapped around his cock, and he
jacked himself to a glorious orgasm into the plain white cotton panties. 
He repeated this perverse jacking through the night and by the next day,
the girl's panties were a crusty wad due to the copious ejaculations into
the material.
   ***
   She arrived shortly after ten thirty Saturday morning.  Andrews had
mooched about the house since rising at about eight and he was restless,
wondering if she would be able to visit.  When he heard her key in the lock
at the back door, he walked excitedly through to the kitchen to greet her;
his face breaking into a broad smile as he saw her through the glass pane
in the back door.  Once he let her in they embraced and kissed.  She was
wearing a lemon hoodie and short blue denim skirt.  Within thirty seconds
of their embrace, he had his hand firmly cupping her sex outside of her
panties.  Sally reached into his bathrobe and her eyes widened when she
realized he was already extremely hard.  Instead of steering her to the
settee as he generally did, he guided her gently upstairs into his bedroom.
She was almost trance-like with excitement.  They had barely spoken a word
when he began stripping her.  At first she was reticent to remove all of
her clothes; hoping he would be content with just removing her panties and
leaving her skirt and top on.  But he was insistent in his actions and
reluctantly, the preteen allowed him to strip her top and unclip her
training bra and then stand and fondled her small but beautifully formed
breasts.  Her little nipples hard with the cool air and the excitement she
was now feeling; despite the feeling she should not allow him to go on. 
Andrews spent some minutes working the breasts and soon Sally relaxed and
enjoyed the homage he paid to her little nubbins.  She held his cock as he
stooped and sucked and slurped her breasts and nipples.  After he had
enjoyed her breasts for some minutes, he found the zipper in the back of
her skirt and released it; letting the skirt slip off her hips.  She
stepped out of the skirt and stood in her underpants and white Nike's and
socks.
   He knelt on one knee and undid her shoelaces and she helped as he
shucked her shoes and sox.  He reached for the waist of her panties and she
hesitated and placed her hands on his as if to warn him not to take them
down.  He gazed into her eyes and slowly drew the garment off her hips and
down her thighs.  Eventfully Sally surrendered and let his hands go as he
drew the panties to the ankles and nudged her to step out of them.  With a
small sob, he clasped her around the butt and pulled his face into her
cleft and nuzzled her sex.  He tried with some difficulty to suckle her
cunt lips but she was shorter than his kneeling position would easily allow
access to her slit; so he rose and eased her back and onto the foot of his
unmade bed.  Slowly and deliberately he lifted her legs off the floor as
her butt was now on the bed edge.  He widened the legs and she blushed in
deep embarrassment knowing he had stretched her open.  She shuffled her
butt and back uneasily on the bed and then gasped, as his face came hard
into her sex as he held her wide open.  Andrews went at her as if he was a
starving man at a feast.  His mouth and tongue roving up and down her slit;
pressing between the lips and up to the top and bumping her clitoral area.
She succumbs quickly and soon she was groaning and panting as the newly
learned feelings of joy and pleasure started to course through her young
body.  She came relatively quickly, and much harder and more fervently than
on the settee the evening before.  Her body trembling and her emotions run
over and tears of enjoyment tumbled from her eyes and she sobbed in joy at
what he had brought about in her.  Her sex and groin was wet with his
saliva and her arousal as she was now quite wet inside.  Her back was
sticky from perspiration and the crumpled sheet stuck to her skin under
her. Andrews stood slowly and stared at her gorgeous little cunt; and
dropping one of her legs to free his hand, he felt her.  She was wet and he
slipped his fingers into her.  Letting her other leg gently back to the
floor, he shucked the bathrobe from his shoulders and it fell behind him.
He resumed feeling her sex as she lay with eyes nearly shut, his figure a
blur because of her dewy eyes.  She did not clearly see the look of lust on
his face, nor the hand crudely jacking and pulling at his turgid cock;
smearing it with the copious precum that had oozed due to his arousal.  She
let out her first gasp of concern when she felt him lift one leg again and
slip it over his shoulder.  He repeated this with the other leg and moved
close, his cock in hand.  As she felt the head bump against her sex, she
prayed he was going to jack himself as he had done before.  But as he
pushed gently against her sex, she gasped "oh no...please...not now" in a
whisper he ignored; if he in fact heard it.
   Andrews spent at least two to three minutes taking her virginity. 
Gently pushing in a little and pulling back; then to push in and gain
another half inch or so.  Despite her own lubrication and his precum, she
was tight and it was difficult for her preteen vagina to take the adult
cock.  But eventually he gained ground such that he could take his guiding
hand off the cock and soon he was about three-quarter penetration as he
leaned over her; forcing her legs back and lifting her butt slightly. 
Sally lay almost rigid with concern and her head turned to one side as the
tears trickled from her eyes.  It wasn't hurting her but the realization
this was `IT' was troubling her.  She did not want to go this far.  She had
always thought he would be content with her sucking him and her new-found
delight in him reciprocating.  But as she stifled weeping openly, Andrews
proceeded to fuck her.  Building his rhythm and slowly but surely going
deeper.  At one point she felt a sharp pang inside of her and dully
realized he had broken her hymen.  Andrews barely noticed her gasp and
wince and simply pushed on and deeper, and soon he was fucking the girl
like she was a grown woman.  He was now leaning over her with her legs
wrapped around his neck as he fucked intently and fully into her.  Sally
gasping silently as she felt the dull ached deep inside as the big cock
nudged her cervix.  A woman's vaginal cavity is nominally five to six
inches long.  A girl's is less and the big cock that was reaming her open
was thudding inside her like a steady piston.  Sally's fingers gripped the
bed like the kitten's claws clung to the settee when she was to be lifted
against her will.  Her mouth now opening and closing silently as the dull
thud of the fucking nagged her body.  Andrews built himself up to a
crescendo of gasping and grunts as her tight cunt milked him towards a
crescendo.  He came loudly and growled like a dog in a fight as he spewed
forth his cum deep inside the girl.  Shoving extra hard on the in-stroke so
there was a slapping sound as his thighs hit her butt.  Sally was groaning
and gasping and the tears rolled once more as he came in one last spurt and
collapsed over her; her legs high in the air and her knees pressed back
against her small boobs.
   Andrews was considerate enough to quickly disengage and let her drop her
tired legs.  He was feeling very mellow and his first instinct was to crawl
up beside her and doze.  But he knew this was a watershed in the girl's
sexual education so instead he moved her back up the bed until her head was
able to rest on a pillow; and only then did he lay down beside her and take
her in her arms.  He kissed her tenderly and whispered how great she had
been and she was fantastic.  All little compliments that were assessed on
his enjoyment but nevertheless she smiled wanly and took the words as being
sincere and heartfelt.  Andrews cuddled and whispered to her for some time
and eventually the preteen lolled off to sleep; partly due to emotional
exhaustion due to the momentous act, and partly because his voice was
almost hypnotic.  Sally was by far the youngest person he had had sex with.
Even his own sexual awakening when he was nearly fifteen, was with a girl
slightly older than him.  As he lay watching her, he raised his head up a
little and drank in the perfection of her developing body.  The fact she
was not fully mature was somehow more alluring to him, and over the next
half hour while she dozed, Andrews watched her; smitten with her since
leading her down the path towards sex.  He studied her small breasts with
the nipples still somewhat erect and perky; the pronounced hillock of her
pubis merging into the broad gap of her outer labia and the small, just
visible, pink hood of the inner lips.  The firm body tone of her inner
thigh and groin; the skin pale yet flawless.  He became hard just watching
her sleep but knew it was far too soon to attempt a second bout of fucking.
Instead he fought the urge to simply ravish her once more and waited
patiently.  Pledging to himself he would not touch her until she woke and
he was able to assess what emotional state she was in following her nap.
   When she did wake, she opened her eyes slowly and then rolled on her
back and looked around; taking in the relative unfamiliar d�cor of Andrews'
bedroom.  Then she rolled back on her side and lay and gazed at his face.
He stared back and smiled warmly to reassure her.
   "You Ok?" he asked softly.
   She nodded and reached a hand and gently rubbed his shoulder.
   "But I didn't want to...not all the way," she said staring at him.
   His face fell hearing these words.  He hadn't considered she was not one
hundred percent willing.
   "Really?" he gasped, genuinely taken aback by her comment.  "I
thought...after I had sucked you..." and he tapered off.
   "Not really," she said but she had a faint smile on her face.  "But
now...it was better...exciting...better than I thought," she said and
grinned a little sheepishly.
   Her words at odds to the confusion and concern she had as he had entered
her.  Her sense of embarrassment at the crude way he had jigged her legs
over his shoulder and the noises he made as he fucked her.  Yet all-in-all,
on reflection following her brief snooze, she did not recall it as a bad
experience.  On the contrary, the preamble with him pleasuring her with his
mouth had been wonderful.  Somewhere in her dozy post-coital sleep, the
girl had crossed over from being a reluctant conquest to a supporter of
being naked with this man; albeit begrudgingly where the actual fucking was
concerned.  Andrews was both delighted yet baffled by her seemingly
accepting of what he had led her to.  He moved a little closer towards her
and embraced her and pulled her hard against him.  She reciprocated by
slipping an arm under his neck and one over his upper shoulder.  Andrews
bent his head and they kissed.  He suggestively nudged her upper thigh with
his erection and she pulled back and grinned at him, and then bent her head
and looked down at the erect cock jutting up between them.  She slipped a
hand down and massaged the head and then looked up at him and studied his
face as he smiled and half closed his eyes in enjoyment at her hand slowly
rubbing the knob of his cock.  With an impish grin, she bent down his body
and soon she was crouched over him and sucking him in her mouth; holding
his cock with her hand to stop him pushing deeper than her hand would
allow. He stroked her side and back and reached around between her legs and
slipped his hand into her wet gooey sex.  He stroked her slowly as she
sucked him.  Eventually his hand spent more time at the top of her slit,
raking lightly over the clitoral area.  Sally became frustrated that his
pressure was fleeting and somewhat excruciatingly annoying in a pleasurable
way.  Her concentration of sucking him moved towards anticipating the
fingers and a degree of agitation as he didn't quite hit the spot.  She
stopped sucking and simply clung to the cock while she adjusted her
position so she could push back to meet his fingers.  He realized the focus
was now on her and he rose up and eased her flat on the bed; her hands
under her chin and elbows splayed out each side of her dark mane of hair.
Reaching further between her legs, he masturbated her in slow deliberate
way and she began to become very relaxed and mellow.
   Andrews was now half kneeling, half lying on one hip and he was working
her with both hands as she lay flat on her stomach with her legs open.  The
lower hand's fingers were pursed together and shoving into her vaginal
cavity as one phallic object; while the other hand reached under her and
massaged the clitoris.  Sally came once more.  Bucking her hips up off the
bed and twisting both ways in release as the orgasm rolled through her as
he played her expertly; the girl gasping into the rumpled sheet of his
unmade bed, and her body heaving as she gasped to gain control of her
breathing.  Somewhere in her enjoyment and her need to doze off once more,
Andrews straddled her and slowly guided his cock along and in between her
parted legs.  As Sally lay flat on her stomach, exhausted from her latest
orgasm, Andrews balanced over her as if doing push-ups, and moved his hips
obscenely as he pushed along and into her and then he started to fuck her a
second time.  Sally lay passive in her post-orgasmic haze as the big cock
once more thudded deep inside her young body.  Andrews remained this way
for what seemed like ages and slowly indulged himself; eventually cumming
hard once more deep inside the preteen's tight warm hole.
   ***
   They both slept for at least an hour.  Facing down the foot of the bed
where they had finished the sex; with Andrews half lying along her back. 
Sally's hands arranged just in front of her head; her fingertips touching
and her hair splayed over one arm as she lay with one side of her face
against the bed.  She was roused by the insistent meow of Boots the kitten
coming to find company after having completed a noon snooze on the settee
in the lounge.  The girl grinned in recognition and peered over the foot of
the bed as the growing kitten approached and then stopped and sat down and
gazed up at the young girl's smiling face looking down at her.
   "Come up...Boots...jump up," Sally called in a half whisper so as not to
wake Andrews; and she lightly patted the bed beside her head to encourage
the kitten to jump up.
   As if understanding perfectly, Boots jumped up and Sally rolled half on
her side and began petting the kitten that immediately began to purr
loudly; enjoying the attention of the young girl.  Andrews was roused by
the sound of her voice talking to the kitten; as well as the kitten's loud
purring.  He smiled at the scene and then felt a small pang of guilt as it
occurred to him how she was still very much a young girl.  And she was
naked on his bed, having been well fucked since arriving here two hours
ago. He swallowed hard and felt another flush of guilt.  He needed to pee
so he leaned in and lightly kissed the back of her head causing her to half
turn back to him.  Not waiting for her to face him, he slipped off the bed
and hurried to the bathroom.  Andrews closed the door and stood before the
mirror at the bench unit.  He placed his hands on the bench top and studied
himself in the mirror.  Forty-seven years of age, divorced for some years,
and having an illicit sexual liaison with a girl who could be his
granddaughter.  He bowed his head, unable to meet his reflection's eye
contact.  He stood for a few minutes and felt drained by the events he had
led this young girl into over the past weeks since she appeared on his
doorstep with the kitten.  The unhealthy curiosity having given way to
unnatural sexual contact through oral sex; and now recently it had
gravitated to full adult sexual contact.  After a few minutes of somber
reflection, Andrews turned to the toilet bowl and started a long stream of
piss as he relieved his full bladder.
   Sally appeared tentatively at the door, pushing it open a little way and
peering in while holding the kitten.  Seeing him side-on peeing with one
hand on his cock and the other on his hip, she quickly placed the kitten on
the floor and moved to Andrews' side.  With a look of inquisitive
intensity, Sally knelt on one knee and placed her fingers lightly around
the adult cock still streaming into the toilet bowl; the sickly acrid odor
of post-sex urine wafting in her nostrils.  For thirty seconds or so as
Andrews relieved himself, the girl lightly directed his cock like a fire
hose; tracing patterns in the increasingly darkening water.  Andrews stood
helpless and recognized the impish little girl and he stifled an urge to
sob in despair at his folly in ever seeing her in a sexual context, let
alone fucking her twice as he had done.  Despite his growing remorse, his
cock was slowly hardening as his bladder emptied and the stream of piss
waned, and by the time he had finished peeing he was nearly fully erect
again.  Sally face was a picture of youthful inquisitiveness and when he
sputtered to a finish, she flicked the foreskin instinctively to shake the
last drops from his cock.  She noted the cock was now hard again and she
looked up at him with an impish grin.  Boots the kitten was sitting behind
the pair, watching blankly as cats do.
   "My turn," Sally said and stood and nudged him away from the toilet.
   Dropping the seat, she sat demurely with her back straight and her hands
placed flat on her knees held together.  He heard the rattle of her pee and
he stood and watched her as she peed; his hand now absent-mindedly stroking
his cock.  She looked at him stroking himself and she grinned up at him and
then back to his hand and its familiar movement over the now hard cock. 
She finished peeing and rolled some toilet paper from the hanger and while
she concentrated on staring at his jacking hand on his cock, she lifted her
butt and bowed her legs slightly and wiped herself.  Andrews had seen
numerous lovers and his ex-wife in this intimate pose of toilet, yet it
never ceased to fascinate him.  He caught a flash of her slit as she
dropped the dampened wad of toilet paper into the bowl and his earlier
feelings of shame and remorse suddenly lifted.  He looked hungrily at her
parted legs just before she turned and pushed the lever to flush the
toilet; standing as she did so.  He moved quickly to her, and as she gasped
"oh" in surprise at his sudden approach, he lifted her by the hips onto the
bench and splayed her legs by standing between them.  He adjusted his grip
on her and pulled her towards him and she felt the cock hit up under one
thigh.  He repositioned his hands under her arms and her eyes opened wide
in surprise as she realized what he wanted.  Wrapping her arms around his
neck, and her legs around his waist, Sally allowed him to pick her up. 
With the girl now clinging to him Andrews felt confident to shift one hand
under her butt suspended against his abdomen, and he took his prick and
moved it between her legs.  It took a minute or so but he maneuvered her
such that he could see her slowly slipping down and his cock disappearing
inside of her tight little hole; stretched just sufficiently to allow him
quite a simple penetration.  She gasped and hugged his shoulder; her chin
hooked over the shoulder as she clung to him.  Soon she was impaled on the
thick cock.  She gasped and grunted as his hands lifted her a couple of
times until she was comfortable with the deep cock.
   She was as light as a feather and he lifted her deliberately as he
slowly fucked her.  Watching her reflection in the mirror and seeing the
cock slip in and out as she rose and fell.  She sensed he was watching them
and turned her head and opened her mouth as she saw what he was seeing. 
She grinned wanly and he jigged his hips obscenely to demonstrate he had
her in complete control.  With the girl spitted on his cock, Andrews slowly
walked from the bathroom; taking care not to move to roughly so as to hurt
her with her jiggling as he walked.  He stood at the end of the bed for a
few minutes and watched them in the mirror of a dresser against the wall,
as he slowly lifted and lowered her to fuck her; Sally clinging to his neck
and gasping at the deep penetration and the stretching of her cunt.  After
Andrews seemingly tired of this method of fucking his prize, he shuffled to
the head of the bed, and as she steadied herself against him, he picked up
a pillow and shuffled to the dresser and flopped it on the dresser top. 
Slowly he disengaged the girl to her feet and then turned her around to
face the mirror.  Sally instinctively knew what he wanted and she lowered
her upper body onto the pillow and stretched her arms out to the side and
grasped the ends of the dresser.  Andrews smile at her obedience and help
in positioning herself, and then stood behind her; and taking his cock in
hand, he bent his knees a little, then slid effortlessly into the girl bent
over the dresser.
   Sally hung onto the edge of the ends of the dresser as Andrews steadily
fucked in and out of her.  He indulged himself and when he was close to
cumming, he slowed and studied the junction of his cock and her cunt;
noting the stretching of the young girls vaginal lips around the thickness
of his cock.  He toyed lightly with the brown rose of her anus and brushed
the pad of a thumb over it lightly.  Once the urge to cum had subsided, he
went back to sliding in and out of the girl.  Watching her body shake as he
bottomed out inside of her; Sally lifting her head with a slight grimace on
her face each time he thudded deep inside.  As he fucked her he watched
their reflection in the mirror as he had done while holding her up on his
cock earlier.  Eventually the carnal excitement of the dominance and
position he held her in collapsed and he surrendered his control and began
fucking her more vigorously as he built up to a fantastic orgasm; not one
just incited by the friction of her tight cunt on his cock, but the entire
carnal feeling of control, power and lust.  He flooded her and after he had
finished gasping and growling his spurts of cum deep inside, Andrews slowly
withdrew and studied the semen whipped to a clean white froth at the
junction of their union.  He let the cock flick up as it pulled free and he
studied the wrinkled dilated opening of her vagina; his cum already oozing
back and hanging from her sex.  He wiped it lightly and pushed two fingers
into her.  Sally was breathing evenly; her face lying against the pillow
and her eyes closed.  Andrews trailed her hair down her back and lightly
stroked her body as his own breathing returned to normal.  He reached his
gooey hand under her crotch and found her clitoris.  For the next five or
six minutes as his erection slowly faded, the man masturbated the girl to a
strong orgasm; Sally clinging to the dresser and moving her feet
involuntarily as the beautiful sweet ache ran through her body.  She nearly
sagged to her knees but Andrews held her up with his hand cupping her pubis
between her legs.  Eventually he assisted her to stand and she wobbled and
wavered on her feet so he guided her to the bed and she plopped down on it
and lay back; her feet still on the floor.
   "Best get you dressed," he whispered.  "It's gone three thirty.  You
said you had to be home by four o'clock."
   Sally waved a hand feebly in acknowledgement and with a chuckle, Andrews
gathered her up and guided her to the bathroom and insisted she carry out
some basic ablutions to freshen up.
   "Don't want you arriving home smelling of sex," he smiled and she
obediently wiped and dabbed her crotch as he supervised her cleaning
herself up.
   He did not want her leaking cum into her panties or smelling like a
whore house.
   Having cuddled Boots one last time, the little girl kissed the kitten
affectionately on the head and Andrews led her to the garage and he drove
her home.  He quizzed her about her alibi for today and she said the au
pair Isabel had agreed to let her visit a mall near their apartment with
friends; Sally busing to Andrews' instead.  He dropped her off close to her
apartment block and she made a moue as a kiss to him as she left the car.
Sally repeated her washing and cleaning herself more thoroughly when she
got home.  Isabel's boyfriend was nowhere to be seen so he must have
already gone.  The Spanish au pair was listless and indifferent to Sally's
arrival; sitting in the living area doing some school work.  Sally stood
naked in the bathroom and examined herself carefully; noting the redness of
her labia following the sex with Andrews.  She stood and looked at herself
in the mirror and gave herself a look of reproach.  As if the conscience of
the reflection was disapproving of her physical self.  The day had been a
blur yet vivid in recall.  She had been fascinated by Andrews cock ever
since she first crept into the bathroom as he showered all those weeks
back. Now to have seen him totally naked, it was exciting and she closed
her eyes and recalled how hard it was; how it smelled, and tasted in her
mouth.  She stood with her eyes half closed remembering his agitation and
noises he made as he came when he was having sex.  She opened her eyes and
stared at her reflection; holding her own gaze.
   "You did it," she whispered to her reflection.  "You did IT."
   She stood staring her reflection in the fac.
   "And I can't get pregnant," she added quietly; and a broad smile broke
over her face.
   Back at home, Andrews gently pushed the sleeping kitten Boots from his
bed.  Rolling back onto it he opened the top of his pants and took his cock
out.  Languidly he stroked himself; visualizing the naked preteen Sally, as
he slowly built himself up to a shuddering climax and he splattered semen
on his bare midriff and trousers.  The small amount that dribbled onto his
hand, he sucked up with his lips.  Lying back with his cock slowly
deflating, a broad smile came over the man's face.
   "Got you," he said quietly; and he allowed himself to drift into a self
satisfied doze.
   ****
   The pattern of sex shifted to a before-after school routine.  Oral sex
in the morning as there wasn't sufficient time to engage in full sex.  But
after school, depending on what time Sally's class was released, there was
at least an hour or more before he would take her home by car.  So he had
ample time to spread the little girl open and give her pleasure with his
mouth; giving her nice orgasms which left her happy and dreamy.  Then he
would take his pleasure with the relaxed girl; positioning her in various
provocative poses as he filled her and fucked her vigorously.  Sally
sometimes lay along the settee, or straddled its padded arm as he fucked
her from behind.  Or Andrews lay on his back in the middle of the living
room floor as she lifted her school uniform skirt and lowered herself down
onto him; arranging the skirt so as to look like there was no nakedness at
all.  Her young sex stretched open and full, beneath the material.  Sally
quickly became totally compliant with Andrews' increasingly carnal
variations on her.  Most of the after school sex took place in the living
room and with her partly dressed.  Sometimes he just had her bend over the
arm of the settee and pulled her underpants crotch aside and entered her
fully clothed.  He didn't want to waste a second guiding her upstairs, or
to undress.  But he always was definite about giving her pleasure with his
mouth and fingers.  The weekdays were occasionally augmented with Saturday
visits when her mother worked.  The au pair was by now totally indifferent
to the girl going out, supposedly to hang out with her friends.
   The additional hours available on Saturdays saw Andrews take time with
her and to Sally's delight he always brought her to a number of orgasms
with his mouth and hands.  It was generally her first, then him; Andrews
fucking the droopy girl vigorously as she bathed in her post orgasm bliss
as he rutted her.  He spent time setting her in various contorted positions
and straddled, mounted, lifted, and sometimes fucked her without anything
but his cock in contact.  In this more carnal environment with little
pressure on time, Andrews introduced Sally to ass-play; sliding a finger
into her anus while sucking her and reaming her cunt.  Getting her so used
to the intruding digit she quickly came to expect it as part of his routine
with her.  It was one such carnal Saturday where he rolled her onto her
stomach and lifted her hips and began eating her butt and crotch from
behind; the young girl groaning and wiggling her ass in enjoyment.  He
paused briefly and she turned her head back to see what he was doing.  He
had a small bottle in his hand and she looked at him quizzically.  As soon
as the fingers went to her anus and began liberally applying the cool lube,
fear rushed through the girl as she realized what it meant.  She struggled
to move away but he grabbed her under the stomach and pulled him back
towards her.
   "Oh no...please," she gasped.  "Not that...please...not that," she cried
but he was too strong for her.
   Andrews held her butt up while forcing her upper body to the bed.  In
this position she was trapped.
   "Calm down," he hissed.  "Calm down...don't struggle and it will be
alright."
   Sally fought him gamely but each time she managed to get an arm free or
twist away, Andrews round her up closer and more bent that soon she was
effectively cramped so she could not move.  With his upper body pinning
her, he was able to take one of his hands and work the anus.  With the girl
now sobbing openly unable to get free, he slowly worked his cock into her
anus.  Sally yelped and gasped and sobbed some more.  All to no avail as
Andrews ignored her crying and pleas to stop; and he systematically pushed
almost his entire cock into her rectum.  Once he was sure she could not
twist him out, he placed both hands on her hips, and holding her firmly,
slow fucked her in her ass.  Sally was constantly gasping and yelping and
crying out as it hurt or was uncomfortable.  Andrews sodomized her for over
fifteen minutes and eventually had to give in to his lust.  Working up more
pace and slamming her hard so his groin slapped against her butt.  Sally's
complaining now a prolonged series of low moans and gasps as he rutted her
ass deep and came in a rush; shoving as deep as he could go so his balls
rested against her sex lips as he emptied himself into her bowel.
   After he pulled himself from her, she fled into the bathroom and it took
some time to coax her out.  He apologized profusely but did not promise not
to do it again; instead talking to her about how it could be easier and
less trouble for her.  He fucked her normally on her back once more and
took her home; the preteen taking a bath soon after arriving in the door,
so as to soothe her tortured anus.  Of course Andrews fucked her in the ass
again and eventually Sally accepted it as part of their sex and worked with
him to minimize the discomfort; eventually learning to take him in either
her vagina or ass with equal enthusiasm.  By the time the summer holidays
were upon her, she was totally in his control and went to him nearly every
chance she could.  Now totally enjoying and participating in the crude
carnal games he played with her.  Once the holidays started, Sally could
not visit as much.  The school day visits stopped.  Her mother reworked her
own schedule to ensure she covered those times Isabel was unable to look
after the girl.  Andrews became moody and frustrated when sometimes two
Sally could not get to visit for over a week or more.  In the midst of
this, Sally got her first period and she felt very proud and grown up,
despite it not being the breeze her mother said it would be.  Many young
girls go through changes in personality due to their hormones around
puberty.  Sally was one of those girls and almost overnight she started to
exhibit signs of unnecessary bitchiness and defiance with her mother.  By
the time the holiday's had ended and she returned to Andrews, she was
convinced he was the only one that understood her; and he was delighted to
welcome her back and recommence the dark carnal games he played with her.
   But Andrews was not exempt from Sally's moods.  She could get irritated
at silly things and soon she was bypassing him when she was in a bad mood.
This caused him great frustration; and when he tried to gently remonstrate
with her upon her return, it only seemed to upset her again.  Their
relationship crashed heavily one wet Saturday in late September when he
wanted to fuck her ass.  He had taken her to the dresser where he had
placed a pillow.  She was willing and ready to bend and take him vaginally,
but as he started to apply lube to her pucker, she exploded in anger and
throwing the pillow at him, stormed downstairs; leaving him dumfounded as
to what was different to so many times she had taken him without a problem.
It took some talking to placate her and she eventually relented and allowed
him to fuck her vaginally bent over the arm of the settee; a favorite
school-day position.  Sally did not call all the next week.  Andrews became
frustrated waiting for her and her not showing.  It was a full three weeks
before she appeared in his kitchen on a Saturday.  He had come downstairs
from the shower in his robe and she was standing there.
   "Sally...oh God it is so good to see you," he said with a smile and
walked quickly too her.
   Sally moved away from him and stood on the opposite side of his small
kitchen table to him.
   "Where's Boots?" she asked looking around.
   "She's outside I think...she's bigger now.  She likes to play outside,"
he answered and slowly moved around the table towards her.
   "I came to say goodbye," the girl said quietly; not looking at him.
   "What?  Goodbye?  What do you mean?" he said, a sense of panic in his
voice.
   "I can't come here anymore," she answered and glanced at him.
   "Why not?  We're Ok aren't we...Sally?" he stammered and moved around
closer to her.
   Sally moved away so they were now on opposite sides of the table where
each had stood moments ago.  She shook her head but still didn't make eye
contact with him.
   "It's too hard.  Mom has changed her schedule and I can't juggle her
being around more often," she said quietly.  "I have to stop coming here. I
came to say goodbye to Boots," she concluded with a sigh.
   "OK...well schooldays only then," he said trying to sound enthusiastic
they could work something out.
   "No," she said firmly shaking her head.  "I won't be coming any
more...that's it."
   And then she walked to the door and opened it to see where the young cat
was.  Andrews misread her movement and believing she was about to leave
altogether, moved towards her quickly and took her by an arm.  Sally was
surprised at the speed of his approach and she yelped "oh' as he grabbed
her.  She twisted away and for a brief moment they faced off, with Andrews
holding her by her arm held up in front of her as she wrestled to get it
free.  Instinctively she lashed out with a foot but he turned away quickly
and the foot glanced off his outer thigh.  Andrews saw red.
   "You little bitch," he spat and he yanked her arm hard.
   Sally was pulled forward and she tripped and pitched forward and
cannoned off one of the chairs by the table.  She rolled on her side and
her face hit the floor.  Before she could get up Andrews moved over her and
knelt on her buttocks, pinning her to the floor.  As Sally fought against
him, he pulled her sweater and shirt up over her head and shoulders,
pushing her arms around in front of her so the garments trapped them and
immobilized her.  Now her upper body was effectively hogtied by her
clothing, he released her bra catch and straddling her, fondled her tits
roughly; squeezing her nipples deliberately cruelly causing her to gasp and
yelp in pain.
   "You don't walk out on me so easy you cock loving little bitch," Andrews
growled; still pissed she had tried to kick him in the balls.  With Sally
complaining and pleading for him to stop, he wrestled her jeans off her
butt and most way down her legs.  Opening his robe he was already hard from
the excitement of the brief tussle.  He took her there on the kitchen
floor. Moving back down her thighs and then sliding up and forcing his cock
into her cunt as she tried to clench her buttocks to prevent him getting
into her.  It was to no avail and as he gained more penetration, she began
sobbing in defeat and with the pain of his rough fucking.  As he became
more dominant, Andrews hooked her butt up more and soon he was kneeling as
he raped her on her knees.  All the time Sally was sobbing and crying for
him to stop.  The excitement was too much for him and he came hard and
vigorously; eventually driving her hips back to the floor with the
exertions of each spurt of cum he spewed into her.  He didn't finish there.
Having cum hard in her, he lifted her and removed her upper garments
totally.  She was exhausted from the rape and only offered token
resistance. He carried her struggling upstairs and threw her on the bed. 
Her pants were still half down her legs and she struggled to pull them up
as she rolled on her back as he prepared to flatten on top of her; his cock
still very hard.  She was surprisingly successful and she rolled off the
bed and was able to make a few paces without her jeans tripping her.  He
wheeled to catch her and missed a clean grab but caused her to ricochet off
him and there was a dull thud as her head hit the solid oak dresser by the
wall.
   Andrews was high on adrenalin and his cock was bobbing hard in front of
him.  He grabbed her jeans and wrenched them and her panties from her feet;
pulling her Nikes with them.  With seemingly little effort, he picked the
preteen up and bent her heavily on the bare dresser top and kicked her legs
apart.  Sally was still dazed from the collision with the dresser and her
right cheek and eye were rapidly swelling; and there was a trickle of blood
at her temple.  Andrews seemed oblivious to the injury she had sustained.
Driven by anger, excitement and lust, he forced his way into Sally's dry
anus.  The little girl was in shock and barely reacted to the stretching as
he shoved his cock deeper into her with each stroke.  Impaling her this
way, he lent over her growling and cursing her for being a "cock sucking
little tease"' and other crudities.
   "Oh yes...you love it...you love it you fucking little cunt," he
growled, as he positioned himself deeper in her rectum.
   He'd lost it.  He fucked her so hard he split her anus.  Sally flopped
under him like a rag doll.  He seemed to go for ages but eventually he came
hard; watching their reflection in the mirror as he filled her a second
time.
   Andrews came down with a thud.  The emotion of his raping her ass and
his initial rush of orgasm deserted him and he slumped back against the
foot of his bed and put his hands over his face as he sat and the horror of
what he had done came to him.  His head sagged and began to cry and he
sobbed for some minutes.  Sally was recovering her senses and she slowly
stood up and looked around.  He wasn't watching her so she dully moved to
the bed and took her jeans and panties and stumbled from the room.  She
negotiated the stairs and went into the kitchen, and fighting the pain in
her anus and the throbbing of her cheek, she dressed.  She dressed as best
she could without tucking her shirt in properly and it was then she
realised she had forgotten her shoes and sox.  With sad forlorn look at the
bottom of the stairs, she wheeled and staggered to the door; having decided
to get out and not go back from her shoes and sox.  As she stumbled along
the path she saw Boots strutting quickly towards her.
   "Boots...boots...come on darling...come here," she called in a gentle
voice to the growing kitten.
   She scooped the young cat up and slowly walked barefoot off Andrews'
property.
   ***
   It was a surprised bus driver that saw the girl waiting at the bus stop.
She was the only one there and she was holding a young cat.  As Sally
climbed each step into the bus, the woman driver immediately realized the
child was injured.  Once the girl was inside, she closed the door but
instead of driving off, the driver called Dispatch.  Sally sat on a seat in
a daze; cuddling the now squirming Boots who was not at all happy about
being on the unfamiliar bus.  Dispatch called the cops and within ten
minutes of the driver's call, two uniformed officers pulled up behind the
bus.  Two female passengers on the bus had moved near Sally, and with the
driver they were talking quietly to the girl and distracting her from the
fact the bus had not moved; asking about the young cat she held and where
her shoes were.  The officers took Sally from the bus.  There was panic and
tears as they insisted she had to let the cat go; much to the distress of
the bus driver and the two women passengers seeing the kid so upset.  They
knew the young cat was the girl's comfort after what was obviously a
serious incident of some sort, judging by the nasty head injury.  Sally's
right eye was almost closed with swelling and her cheek swollen and puffy
below it.
   Andrews was hung out to dry; banged up for a long time.  The emergency
room where Sally was taken quickly deduced it wasn't just the head injury
and mild concussion Sally was suffering from.  A quick check revealed her
bleeding anus and clear trauma of sexual assault around her vagina.  Sally
quickly came clean on what happened when her mother Evelyn Longmuir arrived
and Andrews was behind bars before evening fell.  The cops found the back
door to his house open as Sally had left it.  And walking into the living
room they found him sitting morosely on his settee; blubbing like a baby.
The enormity of what he had done, not just this day, now consuming him with
grief and self pity.  The physical and DNA evidence along with Sally's
testimony was overwhelming.  He admitted his guilt right from the get-go. A
confession as much to purge his conscience as to not to cause Sally and her
mother the pain of a court appearance.  It also amounted to a small
plea-bargaining chip.  And Sally's revelations of how long the affair had
been going on caused her mother nightmares and a huge amount of guilt that
she had been oblivious to her daughter's activities.  Isabel the Spanish au
pair was fired and also given a stern talking to by the cops about how she
had unwittingly contributed to Sally's abuse.
   It was the following Tuesday evening that Sally's mother walked
carefully onto Andrews' yard.  She saw the young cat crouched beside the
back door and as she approached, the kitten stood and then ran quickly to
the woman.  Boots was hungry and human's meant food.  Evelyn was impressed
at how well groomed and clean the little tabby cat looked and she scooped
her up and quickly slipped her into the pet cage she had brought with her.
Boots realizing too late she was being caged and frantically tried to
scrabble out of the woman's hands.  Once safely in the cage, the young cat
began to meow plaintively as she was carried around the houses to where
Evelyn had parked her car.  She had mixed emotions about this kitten.  It
had led to her daughter's abuse and corruption at the hands of the monster
John Andrews.  But Sally was so beside herself with grief knowing Andrews
was bound for prison, and no one would care for Boots, Evelyn decided with
some difficulty that she couldn't just let the cat starve and become a
stray once more.  She reached a compromise with Sally that she would see to
it that the cat went to the animal shelter, as they could not have it at
their apartment; and anyway she felt she couldn't have the cat to remind
her of what had happened to Sally.  Reluctantly Sally agreed that Boots
would be given up with the hope a family would take her from the shelter
and give her a home.
   As Evelyn drove home with a grim look on her face; reflecting on how she
could have detected Sally's descent into becoming a sex toy for the
pedophile Andrews, and maybe have stopped it, Boots meowed after a
seemingly long period of silence.  Evelyn turned to glance at the young cat
hunched in the cage; peering through the bars at her.
   "You don't know how much trouble you've caused," the woman said grimly.
   Her face quivering as she fought the urge to cry once more.  She allowed
herself the luxury of weeping because Sally was not here to see her; safe
at home with a trusted friend as she recuperated from her injuries and the
searching indignities of her first gynecological examination.
   "Meow," Boots went again plaintively.
   "Meow indeed," Evelyn muttered and fought back the urge to bawl like a
baby.
   The End
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