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 Girl at the Lake
   By Romany
   (M/g)
  
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Warning: This story contains graphic depiction of sex between an adult male
and a preteen girl.  It is fiction and as such, fantasy.  If you are under
18, close this story.
   Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. 
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   He undressed deliberately, knowing she was crouching back in the
undergrowth.
   `We'll see how persistent you are when I get naked' he thought with a
grin; undressing with his back to her.
   Pete finally pulled his boxer shorts off and placed them on his other
clothes and then tentatively walked to the waters edge.  It was warm near
the shore and he gazed down through the clear water and saw that the lake
was quite shallow in this small cove.  With the morning sun having been on
the cove since daybreak, the water was quickly warmed and very appealing
and he waded out and then pushed forward in a slow breast stroke; swimming
out about twenty-five to thirty feet so he could just touch the bottom.  He
swam lazily for a few minutes and then turned and swam back to shore, and
walked out slowly.  He assumed she was still spying on him so he made no
effort to turn away, giving her a full view of his nakedness.  Once he was
a few paces on the shore he moved to a small outcrop of rocks, and standing
at the end rock he dived in.  He repeated this several times and decided
he'd flashed her enough; if she was still there.  She could have run a mile
once she realized he was stripping naked.
   She was still there; excited by the man stripping and swimming.  She saw
him naked frontally the numerous times he walked out of the water and
circled to dive into the lake once more.  At first she involuntarily licked
her lips through nervousness at knowing she shouldn't be watching.  But she
was fascinated with his masculinity; particularly the cock, and hairy balls
and groin.  The curly dark hair spread from the tops of his thighs, over
his groin, and tapering up to his belly button; with a small patch on his
chest.  He was handsome and athletically built and she was fascinated by
his nudity.  She had seen naked boys before but they were young and without
the size to their genitals as with this grown man had; to the extent their
genitals were almost laughable.  And they were completely hairless.  Then
of course there was grandpa; his legs were spindly and his hair down there
was gray and stringy.  His paunchy belly was out of place with his skinny
legs and frame.  She'd seen grandpa partly naked a number of times; he had
nothing on this man and she felt strangely excited by what she saw.  She
understood the physical nature of sex and she marveled at the size of this
man's penis, even though it was flaccid and wobbling floppily in front as
he emerged from the water.  She wondered how it must look erect.  She had
seen boy's erect; and of course grandpa.  But never a virile man like this
man swimming in the lake.
   Pete eventually tired of his display, not really knowing for certain if
she was still there.  Eventually he sat back on the lake shore and let the
warm sun dry him.  He lay back on a small patch of grass and closed his
eyes, wondering who she was and where she came from.  Probably from the
nearest small settlement some 5 or 6 miles back down the dusty access road.
The sun warmed him and he lay letting his mind piece together the girl as
he recalled her from the several fleeting glimpses he had gotten of her. 
She was maybe eleven or twelve with stringy fine long blond hair down her
front and back.  She was tall and slim and wearing a sleeveless print dress
that was tight to her waist, then spreading out loose over her hips.  The
dress was mid thigh and with the pretty face and blond hair, and expanse of
thigh, she was instantly head-turning in appearance.  He did not get a
sense of a womanly body; yet there were definite mounds on her chest which
showed she was perhaps just on the cusp of puberty.  The dress masked any
effect of widening hips with a narrow waist that normally characterized the
womanly shape.  He had been immediately attracted to her appearance but he
had lagged behind her to stay out of sight as he tailed her along the trail
to the lake so he did not have a chance to really study her.  Then he had
lost sight of her and decided she must have detected him following her and
stepped off the barely formed trail to hide; perhaps fearful for her
safety. It was Pete's belief he had gone past her at some point.  He heard
breaking twigs behind him just before he came out to the lake's edge and he
was certain she was now tailing him.  As he lay there wondering who she
was, his hand strayed to his cock.  The warm sun and thoughts about the
mysterious girl had made Pete mellow and soon he was becoming erect.  He
paused briefly when he realized what he as doing; and that she could maybe
still see him.  With a sly grin he thought `what the hell' and slowly
started to masturbate.  He drew the jack-off out for several minutes. 
Pausing when he got close and then bringing himself back to the brink; only
to slow and squeeze the base of his erection so as not to cum.  By the time
he missed the point where he needed to lay off to prevent ejaculation, it
was too late and he came with gasps and grunts as the semen flew up and
dropped on his chest and upper arms as he flailed in bliss and emptied his
balls of cum.  He was tempted to turn his head to look to see if he could
see her but he didn't want her to know he knew she was there.  If in fact
she was there at all.
   She was there.  Her mouth hanging open in disbelief and excitement as
she watched him stroke himself off.  She was lying full length on the
ground to one side of where he lay; peering from the undergrowth, and she
got a good view of the size of his erection.  She easily saw his hand
flying up and down and then slowing for a few minutes before resuming the
faster pace.  She was well aware what he was doing.  She and two friends
had spied on boys from the church doing just the same thing; but the boys
were too young and never ejaculated, though they did make similar noises.
But watching them was nowhere near as exciting as this.  And then of course
there was grandpa.  Not that she saw him doing this; he got her to do it
for him.  But she was well versed with grandpa's reaction to her handiwork;
his strangled gasps and groans of joy and the funky smell of his semen. 
She was practiced at it; grandpa had seen to that since almost the first
time she came to stay when she was barely eight years old.  Grandpa said
she was his `special friend' and it had been their `special game' so she
should not tell anyone about it.  She drew back as Pete finally stood and
walked into the lake and washed the splatters of semen from his body.  He
walked out, purposely dallying and facing the woods.  He lay back once more
to let the sun dry him and after he felt warm and dried from the early
afternoon sun, he stood and dressed.  He moved into the woods and headed
back to the cabin believing she would follow.  He walked quickly and then
slipped off the barely formed trail and waited.  She had seen him leave and
had to lie still so as not to alert him to her presence.  But by the time
she felt she could move without him hearing, he had moved some distance
away and she hurried to catch up; believing he would follow the natural
trail formed by the trees.  It was a couple of minutes before Pete saw her
hurry past and he grinned realizing she had probably seen everything he had
been doing.  Again he tailed her and from a distance and he formed a better
picture of her.  She wasn't quite as tall as she had first seemed.  The
lithe body and the fine long hair gave her an appearance she might be
taller.  He could see the shape of her hips now as the dress moved off her
hips and occasionally he could see up the backs of her thighs, nearly to
her butt as she hurried along trying to catch up with where she thought he
was.
   She hurried straight back towards the small cabin and his small SUV
parked beside it.  Pete paused and watched her move up behind the car and
use it as a shield from the cabin.  She had assumed he was already back
here and had gone inside and he grinned to himself.  She was intrigued by
him that was obvious.  He watched her crouch near the front of the car and
peer across to the cabin; clearly uncertain about moving the few feet to
the log wall of the cabin.  Then she surprised him by sprinting to the side
of the cabin and crouching with her back against the logs and her head
inclined up to the window on that side.  As if she believed he was in that
room which was the second small bedroom.  He almost burst out laughing as
he stood behind a tree and observed her.  Slowly she edged towards the
window and then stood up.  She leaned and looked in the window and after
studying the interior of the room for a few moments, she looked away and he
saw she was disappointed having realized the room was largely being used as
a storeroom for various items of camping and outdoor equipment.  His buddy
Zane's folks obviously erected a tent when the family came to the cabin and
the items were stored in this bedroom for the off-season.  She ducked under
the window as if someone might be in the cluttered room and see her pass
the window.  She moved along to the rear window.  This was the master
bedroom if that's what it could be called.  It was nearly completely taken
up by a double bed.  She repeated her peeking into this room as she had
done before, and looking somewhat disappointed he wasn't there, she moved
around the back and out of sight.  He followed her quietly.  He came up to
the corner of the far side and back of the cabin and peered around.  She
was standing looking in the window to the bathroom and once again looked
disappointed she could not see him.  Pete tracked her around the cabin,
staying one wall behind her until she disappeared around the front.  He saw
her kneeling on the verandah peering in the front window to the living area
and finally decided he would confront her and find out who she was.  He
stepped around the front corner and stood at bottom of the verandah step.
   "Hi," he said quietly with a chuckle in his voice.  "Can I help you?"
   She squealed in fright at his voice; her senses already heightened as
she spied in the window.  She was crouched peering in and she fell sideways
and ended up with her back against the front logs of the cabin and her face
turned to look in the direction of the voice was pure panic, realizing she
had been caught.  Her legs were splayed out and the dress bunched up on her
upper thighs gave an alluring impression.  She stared with a terrified look
on her face and Pete remained where he was and grinned at her.
   "Are you OK?" he asked with a chuckle.  "Sorry to scare you like
this...only there was no easy way to say hi without surprising you," he
said amiably.
   Her panic demeanor softened as she realized he clearly meant no danger
to her; and then embarrassment took over as her major emotion, realizing
she was caught as a Peeping Tom at his window.
   "I...I...I was wondering where you were," she said truthfully and then
blushed realizing he would realize she was following him.
   "I stopped for a pee in the woods," he lied, slowly walking up the two
steps onto the verandah.  "You must have gone past me," he said with a
smile and reached his hands down to offer her help to stand.
   His eyes roved over the expanse of bare thigh and inside of her legs as
the dress remain bunched.  She reached a hand to his and let him help her
up.  He was taken with her innocent beauty; a trim of the hair would work
wonders.  But she was very pretty and the high bodice of the dress did not
belie the fact she clearly had more bust than he had first discerned from a
distance.  She smoothed her dress and then looked at him and saw his
interest in her.  She smiled in embarrassment but pleased he was obviously
taken with her; she recognized the interest she was now seeing from most
men who regarded her maturing figure.
   "What's your name?" he asked.
   "Constance...Connie," she answered nervously, continuing to primp and
preen her dress.
   "I'm Mellors," he said with a chuckle; it was a lie but he recalled
Constance was the amoral high class lady in D.H.  Lawrence's Lady
Chatterley's Lover, and Mellors was the game keeper she had the affair with
in Lawrence's erotic classic.
   The name Constance was quite unusual to him, which is perhaps why he
recalled the book he had sneaked from his parent's bookshelf and flogged
his cock raw while reading the sexy passages as a teen.  Reading it under
the bedclothes with a torch, while his younger brother slept in the bed
next to him.
   "Hello...Mellors," she said looking a little baffled by the name.  "Is
it your first or last name?" she added quickly.
   Pete laughed at her buying his name was Mellors.  His was actually a
boring last name; Brown.
   "Last name," he lied.  "My first name is Peter...But you can call me
Pete," he laughed.
   "Pete Mellors?" she asked with a wan smile; her embarrassment still with
her.
   "That's it," he laughed.  "So...why were you looking in my window?" he
asked staring at her.
   She looked away in embarrassment and muttered "I don't know."
   "You saw me to swimming didn't you?" he said quietly but smiled to show
her he wasn't offended by her spying on him.
   "Yes," she said tentatively, not looking at him; her hands fidgeting
nervously in front of her.
   "And followed me back here only you went past me when I stopped for a
pee," he continued.
   She nodded still looking down and away from him.
   "Did you enjoy watching me swimming?" he said and reached a hand and
touched her chin lightly, with pressure enough to make her turn her head
and face him.
   She kept her head down, and the hands seemed more animated, yet there
was a slight nod of her head.  Still holding her chin lightly Pete
continued.
   "You saw me lying on the shore...what I was doing...didn't you?" he said
quietly.
   He head lifted slightly and her eyes flicked up to meet his gaze and she
saw he was smiling at her.  She gave a small nod and a mawkish smile broke
out on her lips.
   "Have you seen that before?" he asked.  "Anyone...a boy...a man...doing
that?" he said his voice becoming softer.
   Pete was becoming excited by his interrogation of her.  She nodded
meekly once more.
   "Really...who...or shouldn't you say?" he said, quickly realizing the
question might spook her and she might panic.
   "Boys," she said tentatively.  "Younger boys...sometimes."
   "Not men...like me?" he asked relieved she wasn't about to run from the
topic.
   She shook her head as confirmation she'd only seen boys masturbating and
not men.  It was the truth.  She'd seen grandpas cock but he'd never
masturbated for her.  That was her service for him.
   "It's kind of hot," Pete said suddenly and she looked up in surprise at
his change of conversation.
   She wasn't entirely averse to the tenor of his questioning, though she
did feel a little embarrassed by the topic; but not as much as the
embarrassment of his knowing she was watching him.  She realized he meant
her no harm and she was now feeling more relaxed to be with him.
   "Let's have a soda," he said amiably and dropped his hand from her chin.
"Come into the cabin.  I have some sodas in a cooler.  There's no fridge
here as there's no power out here," he said as he pushed past her to the
door of the cabin.
   She followed him in and saw he had a cooler on the floor at the end of
the small bench area in the pokey kitchen.
   "I get ice from the bait shop back in Loganville," he said as he took
two cans of Sprite from the cooler.  "Keeps it cold for awhile," he said
turning and handing her the soda.
   He motioned her to a battered seat outside on the verandah and she sat
at one end and half turned towards him as he sat with his feet crossed with
his legs pushed straight out in front as he slumped against the hard wooden
back.  He chatted to her and she told him that she was staying with her
father's parents for much of the summer.  She was an only child, and that
her parents worked full time.  Her grandparents had a Winnebago over the
ridge she indicated to the left of the cabin, beyond the lake.  Her
grandparents and two other older couples had set up for a few days before
they headed off to Rochester and Lake Toronto, where they would meet other
members of their church.  When he asked her when she had first seen him,
she sheepishly confessed she had spied him as she came down the trail from
ridge where they were camped.  She had discovered the lake the day before
and had come back to break the tedium of sitting round with old people,
listening to them chatter about thing she wasn't interested in.  Her
grandfather had given her the OK believing the area was quite safe and
largely uninhabited so she should be allowed to wander by herself and
explore the area.  Provided she was back for lunch and no later than by
four o'clock each day if she went out in the afternoon.  He noted she wore
a large watch which was clearly a man's timepiece.  He was a little
surprised her grandparents let her wander about in an area she clearly did
not know.  And of course there was always a danger from potential strangers
who might come across a young girl alone.  Pete was very intrigued with
this girl.  Her budding nubile sexuality appealed to him.  He knew these
thoughts were wrong and his masturbating knowing she was watching was
completely wrong.  Yet he was spurred on by knowing she was watching him.
As she talked quietly about herself Pete became more and more enamored with
her.  She was a beauty; very much an underage beauty but appealing
nonetheless.  It was just past eleven o'clock and he reasoned maybe a
thirty minutes walk back to her camp site so she had little time for
something to happen.  He had no inkling of her experiences with her
grandfather.  It was to be pivotal to what happened next.
   "Did you like what you saw...back where I was swimming?" he asked
quietly, turning to look at her.
   She froze mid-sentence in her chatter with his interruption; the
question slowly sinking in.
   "Yes," she said almost breathlessly and she dropped her head in
embarrassment that he had raised the issue of her spying on him again; but
her face had broken into a mawkish smile once more.
   "Would you like to see that again....Constance...Connie?" he asked
quietly and sat up and slithered along the wooden bench of the seat.
   "I...I don't know," she said with a nervous chuckle, and glanced at him
then quickly looked away.
   He placed his fingers lightly on the side of her elegant neck and slid
them up and touched her ear inside the tresses of hair draped over her
shoulders.
   "I bet you would young Connie," he whispered seductively and stroked her
neck, earlobe and then trailed the backs of his fingers over her bare chest
above the obvious mounds of her boobs inside the bodice of the dress.
   He saw the outline of a bra under the dress now he was right up close.
She turned her face to him, mesmerized by his slinky tone and her mouth
opened slightly as if she was about to speak.  `I shouldn't' was in her
mind, but the lips formed `yes' almost without a sound.  He leaned in and
nuzzled her neck and his lips trailed up her neck over her jaw line and she
felt her heart flutter; and turned her head slightly so their lips met.  He
held her chin lightly between thumb and forefinger and kissed her
delicately; letting his tongue push her lips apart and slip into her mouth.
She had never kissed anyone but she had a natural instinct of what to do
and slowly kissed him back; her eyes half closed as she watched his face
and slid her tongue against his.  A thrill ran through her at what they
were doing.
   "Come inside," he said quietly, breaking the kiss and nuzzling her cheek
lightly with is nose.
   Pete kissed her again lightly.  Her mind was befuddled with a mixture of
excitement and apprehension.  He continued to hold her chin lightly and
kissing her tenderly and occasionally nibbled and sucked her bottom lip
with his lips.  She mimicked him, not knowing what else to do.  Nature was
leading the way and she liked it very much.  They kissed for several
minutes and she eventually brought her free hand up to his shoulder in a
gesture of endorsement at what they were doing.  Not concentrating on her
other hand holding the can of soda, she dropped it and this broke the kiss
and she gasped and he laughed at what had happened.  She chuckled nervously
and stammered an apology.
   "Come on Connie, let's go inside," he said with a knowing look.
   He stood, and taking an arm he eased her up and led her into the cabin
and through to the main bedroom at the back.  The soda hissing on the warm
veranda timbers as it seeped from her fallen can.  She was an eager
student, as Pete sat her beside him on the edge of the bed and embraced her
and kissed her more fervently.  She may be a novice but she had caught on
quick and as they slowly lay back on the bed he unzipped his cargo shorts
and fished his erection out.  Taking her hand he guided it to his cock and
she gasped audibly in his mouth as it surprised her.  He continued to kiss
her and she felt the cock and was amazed how hard he was.  Not semi-floppy
like grandpa's which took some work to get hard and it was still nowhere
near as hard as this cock.  She was far from deterred by his bold move and
she felt the cock fervently; reveling in the situation as he kissed her
passionately and she held his cock tightly.  Instinctively she tried to
jack it despite the constriction caused by their bodies.  He moved a little
so she could jack it properly and this gave her an easy motion.  As she
felt comfortable with it, she moaned her enjoyment at what they were doing.
This low groan changed pitch slightly as she felt his hand slid up the
inside of one of her legs.  Her natural instinct was to pull away but she
didn't.  Of all the times she had relieved her grandfather's sagging cock,
he had never touched her reciprocally; using her to pleasure him only.  She
stiffened as the fingers went under the leg of her underpants and she
sighed in excitement as he grazed the tips against her sex.  Despite the
straying into new territory, Connie recovered from the shock of his feeling
her sex and Pete moved her more onto her back and pushed his hand under the
waistband of her panties as she lay with her hand holding his cock; now
barely able to jack him as he half lay over her constricting her arm.
   Pete's need to feel her sex had overridden his want for her to handle
his cock.  Finally he realized the two events were not easily achievable
and he gave up wrestling in her panties and pulled her around and more
lengthwise on the bed.  He quickly broke the dome at the waist of his
shorts and shucked them.  Connie now half crouching on the bed beside him
as she watched him remove the pants.  Once again she saw him naked; from
the waist at least.  As she crouched mesmerized by his cock waving hard
above his hairy groin, he reached for her shoulders and guided her quite
forcefully to his cock.
   "Take it Connie," he said urgently.  "Take it in your mouth...suck it
sweetie," he panted; excited by the situation he was in with her.
   She weakly resisted, particularly at his comment `suck me'.  She knew
what it meant but her grandfather had never indulged her to do this.  She
paused, not sure what to do but she did grasp the cock once more.  That
part was familiar to her and it was exciting feeling the hardness in her
small hand.
   "Come on sweetie...take it in your mouth," Pete crooned again, and
pushed her head while holding her to him by her upper arm.
   She closed her eyes and swallowed hard and then opened her mouth and
gingerly touched the head of the fat organ to her lips.  After a few
moments of assimilating her position and the realization there was nothing
repugnant about it; she opened her mouth wider and took the head inside.
   "Good girl," Pete sighed and controlled the urge to push into her mouth;
understanding this was new to her.
   For the next few minutes Pete crooned and coaxed her with soft words as
she became more and more emboldened at sucking and jacking.  Soon she was
relaxed and taking at least an inch and a half into her mouth.  She learned
quickly and swirled her tongue.  Within five minutes or so, Connie was at
ease with sucking this large adult cock.  Pete reached behind her, as she
crouched on her knees over him from the side, and felt her butt and the
inside of her closest thigh.  His fingers slipping under her panties leg
once more.  As Connie became more adept at the sucking, Pete softly
congratulated her on her work and soon realized he wanted to cum.  The
light fingering of the preteen sex was now a distraction; a task to be
picked up on later.  He moved his hands to her head and slowly guided her;
her fine hair tickling his thighs.  He moved the hair off of her face, and
hooked it behind her closest ear so he could see the cock in her sweet
lips. He smiled at the sight of the slight double chin formed by her mouth
clamped around the thick member.  Watching her, almost mesmerized by her
mouth rising and falling on his cock, Pete lost it and cum quickly.  It
took her by surprise and she gurgled and gurlked in her throat as the semen
hit into her mouth and filled it quickly.  She tried to pull off but he
held her firmly and lifted his hips to fuck her mouth and drain his cock.
She was trapped; struggling to free the fat live plug in her mouth that was
flooding her from within.  As the orgasm surged quickly over him, Pete
finally gasped and let her head go and she quickly lifted her mouth off him
and twisted her head away and gasped for air.  She coughed and spluttered,
and the semen that she did not swallow sprayed over his bare leg and the
bedspread they were lying on.  He let her recover and she spent a few
minutes working her mouth and wiping her chin; noting a ribbon of semen
from her chin to her hand and she wiped it away quickly, trying to rid
herself of the slimy liquid.  Eventually she composed herself and pulling
her hair behind both of her ears and turned towards him; a look of awe on
her face as to what had happened.
   "Good girl Connie," Pete said quietly and reached for her and pulled her
over him and resumed kissing her.
   She was getting used to the taste and the dank odor of his semen and his
kiss warmed her heart realizing he must be able to taste it on her lips;
and happy he had no qualms tasting it as she had to.
   "That was brilliant," Pete whispered in her ear as she buried her face
into the nape of his neck.
   She felt close to him and but she was a little embarrassed at the sex
just completed.  She wrapped her arms around him and felt a sense of being
needed.  Something the young girl did not often feel with her family. 
After a little while the girl eased back from his embrace and looked at
him.
   "I'd better go," she said quietly.  "My grandparents will wonder where I
am."
   "It's near noon," he said, twisting her wrist to look at the large
watch. "They won't be angry if you're a few minutes late?"
   "No...not really," she answered with a shake of her head.  "They are
quite good about me being a little bit late sometimes.  They just sit
around and they talk," she said.  "They're quite happy for me to explore as
long as I am reasonably punctual."
   "Do they know about this lake...that you were coming over here?" he
asked, wondering if they would come looking here if she was very late.
   "I think so.  Grandpa and grandma have been here before so I expect they
have explored in the past," she answered.
   "OK...I guess you had better go.  We don't want grandpa coming looking
for you," he said with a knowing smile.  "Never know what he might think,"
and he chuckled nervously and she giggled with him.
   "OK...well...I'd best be getting on," she said a little sadly.
   "Will you come again?" he asked expectantly.
   "I don't know.  We're supposed to go into Oswego for groceries.  Maybe I
could come after that...say I was having a walk before supper time," she
said brightly.
   "That'd work," Pete said grinning at her.
   He put his pants back on as she stood with her head bowed as if trying
to give him privacy; yet her eyes swiveled to see what she could as he
covered his lower body.  Once he was decent again, he embraced her once
more and walked her to the cabin door.
   "Take care on the trail," he called and she turned and waved at him as
she strode off towards the bottom of the small steep ridge and the trail
that led over it to the valley where her camp was.
   After she was out of sight, Pete turned and walked back into the cabin
and pumped his fist "yes-s-s-s...what a little beauty," and collapsed on
the battered settee and lay looking very smug with himself.
   ****
   As Connie walked slowly up the short steep hill she reflected positively
on what had happened; the excitement of watching him from the trees as he
masturbated, and the experience of sucking his beautiful cock.  It was so
much larger and harder than grandpa's, and grandpa had the awful coarse
gray pubic hair that accentuated his age.  She had long since taken jacking
her grandfather for granted and did not feel the fluttering in her stomach
alone with him, that she felt when being with Pete.  To her, jacking
grandpa was a chore she did without much question although she understood
the strong sexual connotations for her grandfather.  It was a mystery to
her he had never tried to get her to take his cock in her mouth the way
Pete had done almost immediately.  She had come to learn that the sexual
contact her grandfather sought with her was like a drug to him.  It
happened daily when she stayed with them, usually first thing in the
morning when he came to her while his wife showered.  Or sometimes late at
night after his wife had taken a mild sedative she often took on the road
and she was safely asleep.  Connie was vaguely aware, yet didn't fully
understand, the latent culture of promiscuity within the small splinter
group of the fundamentalist church that her family belonged to; she
recalled her parents had been involved in curious situations with other
couples which she only recently had put into some context.  She had been
accidentally exposed to the preparation for m�nages between her parents and
other church friends on a number of occasions when she was younger, but
back then had not registered what followed the gatherings; often at their
house.  Now she suspected it was partner swapping or group sexual behavior.
Her father's father had asserted his authority with her when she came to
stay and soon he began to abuse her and as she got older it became harder
to speak up; to the point it had gone on for some four years nearly and she
felt she had long since lost the credibility to say something.  She firmly
believed she should have spoken to her mother right from the start, so now
she was convinced, her silence made it clear she was a willing party to her
grandfather's contact.  By contrast to familiarity with her grandfather,
the affair with Pete just concluded was exciting and more than welcome,
although she did feel a little guilty she had surrendered so easily.  But
he was nice and he was handsome and athletic.  On balance, it was way
better than with grandpa both sexually and also for the fact it was not
family.
   Connie also knew of other girls in her church experiencing similar
goings on and somehow this made her feel it was not that abnormal, yet
instinctively knowing it was not right in the wider community.  Being
schooled through their church meant the children did not get instructions
on stranger danger or good and bad touching, as was taught in the wider
school system.  Now here she was, having just had oral sex with a man who
she was very much smitten with despite only having just met him.  Her
liaisons with her grandfather had aided and abetted her acceptance of
Pete's overture and oral seduction.  And he had cuddled her to him and she
felt wonderful; she felt wanted.  Not the feeling of being a nuisance to
her parents such that they had to entrust her to her father's parents
during the summertime.  She had often longed for at least one of her
parents to take some time off to spend time with her; or maybe they go
somewhere as a family.  But they were driven by their jobs and the parallel
task of raising money for their church.  Connie could not know they
welcomed her absence with her grandparents for several weeks so they could
indulge themselves with the couples they had continued to have the m�nages
with.
   As she walked back up the trail, to the young preteen, this seemed to be
the perfect day.  She hummed lightly to herself as she neared the top of
the hill and looked down the other side, and pausing to look back and
catching the sight of the northern tip of the small lake.  She smiled to
herself and started down the other side.
   "I'll be back," she said quietly to herself.
   But she did not return later that afternoon as she said she would.  Pete
began pacing somewhere near two o'clock and by three-thirty he had resigned
himself to the fact she would not be coming; recalling she had said her day
of wandering ended at four o'clock.  He waited until four o'clock before
finally going into the small town on the edge of the bigger lake close to
his lake, and get a few supplies; returning near five-thirty to prepare a
meal.  He felt disappointed and a little apprehensive as to why she had not
returned.  Had she somehow been subjected to questioning and exposed what
had happened?  He thought that unlikely as there would have been a posse
here before now.  She said they were to move on, on Monday.  He was to
leave Sunday so there were only a couple of days left if he was to see her
again.  He reflected on the day nearer midnight as he sat glumly sucking at
his fifth beer since dinner.  He was a little drunk yet not that drunk that
he could not manage a nice erection as he sat in front to his laptop and
watched a porn clip; stroking his cock slowly as some white woman was being
double-teamed by two large black men with enormous cocks.  The laptop had
about twenty minutes of battery left before he would have to take it to
town and see if he could recharge it in the small caf� he found there.  So
he would have to make the most of the reserves to maximize the stroke
session he would end the day with before falling into bed.
   "Fuck you Chelsea," he muttered derisively as he slowly stroked himself
while watching the action on the laptop.  "Fuck you...you faithless fickle
bitch.  I hope you get screwed over by your prince charming," he muttered
referring to the fact his ex-girlfriend had dumped him for some smooth well
heeled yuppie dude.
   The reason he was here at his buddy Zane's folk's cabin was the well
intentioned urgings of Zane and his close friends for him to have a mental
health retreat, to get over the hurt and melancholia of Chelsea dumping
him. They had been together since their senior year at college.  But she
had met this guy and for a few months, double-dipped them both until she
finally confessed to Pete she did not love him, and called their eighteen
month relationship off.  To his friends he quickly became a sad bastard and
after much prodding and cajoling, he accepted Zane's offer of the use of
their family retreat here in Upstate New York.  So here he was and the
meeting with the preteen girl was a sort of bonus despite him knowing how
wrong it was.  But he felt even more attracted to her knowing she was to be
a fleeting contact; moving on in the opposite direction to him.  Who would
ever know, if she said nothing?  And he felt certain she wasn't about to
spill her guts to anyone about what had happened.  Pete masturbated to the
porn clip but in reality his thoughts were on the vision of Connie's young
lips clamped around his cock.  He spluttered and gasped as he jacked
himself and the cum splattered the underside of the battered wooden table
he sat at with the laptop.  He wearily wiped the table with a cloth and
placing the laptop on standby to save the battery, he went to be.  He took
the laptop and placed it on the single nightstand by the bed.  He might
wake in the night or early morning and view another porn clip to jack off
to.  As it happened, he languidly jacked himself without the aid of the
porn somewhere near daybreak; thinking solely of Connie and her innocent
face with his cock in her mouth.
   Connie did not appear in the morning as he had hoped and he decided she
had reflected on her previous day's experience and now had felt it was not
something she should repeat.  He packed a small backpack with some
sandwiches he hastily put together, and a couple of beers from his cooler;
now waterlogged as the ice had melted.  He headed off back to the spot in
the lake where he had swum the day before.  Knowing the water there warmed
quickly with the sun.  He stripped naked and swam for a while and then
afterwards he applied some baby oil he'd found at the cabin, as he had no
sun block.  `This will probably baste me and cook me,' he thought wryly yet
he oiled himself and sunbathed and snoozed; until it became too hot, and
then he retreated into some shade.  It was past noon and he ate his
sandwiches and had a beer.  Sitting with his arms draped over his knees as
he regarded the tranquil scene.  Zane had said the lake was only busy late
July and August, which is when his folks normally visited with some of
their grandkids.  He had stopped thinking of Connie so he was surprised
when he heard a rustle in the trees and she suddenly appeared on the small
grassy verge he had been laying on sunbathing.  He was now back at the tree
line and further around the small cove, in search of shade and she did not
see him sitting behind her field of vision.  He watched her walk down to
the lake's edge and stoop and feel the water temperature.  She wore a small
blue denim skirt and a plain pale yellow tee shirt; the imprint of her
training bra visible under the shirt.  She kicked her sandals off and
paddled up to her calves in the water and then turned around slowly and
walked to the edge and back onto the patch of grass.
   "Take a dip," Pete said with a chuckle in his voice, knowing she would
get a fright.
   She gasped "OH!" and visibly jumped in shock at his voice.
   "You scared me," she said giggling a little hysterically, her hands
clasped to her breast as she sought to compose herself.
   "I didn't think you were coming," he said staring at her and noting how
beautiful she was when she was blushing and flustered.
   "I couldn't yesterday afternoon," she said quickly, almost
apologetically.  "Grandpa took us all into town for ice-cream."
   "It's OK," he said smiling at her.  "No need to apologize...I
understand."
   He saw it was dawning on her that he was naked although viewing him from
the side as it was, he was not exposing himself to her.  He smiled as he
saw the uncertainty and embarrassment flush over her.
   "Come here," he said quietly and waved an arm to beckon her, smiling
reassuringly at her.
   A broad mawkish smile came over her face and she was so nervous she
almost stumbled as she got her feet moving.  She stopped just short of him
and he patted the ground beside him for her to sit down.  She turned and
sat back and smoothed her skirt and sat beaming at the situation of her
being so close to him and him stark naked.
   "Why the big smile?" he asked, but it was rhetorical question.
   "I don't know," she giggled, and then added "you've got no clothes on."
   "I had no clothes on yesterday either," he said grinning at her, "and it
didn't stop you looking."
   And before she could answer, he reached his hand to her chin and slowly
turned her face towards his and stopped just short of kissing her; to stare
into her eyes for a moment and see her melt in expectation of his kiss.  He
felt smug as he knew the little pause and stare completely seduced her into
wanting him to kiss her again.  They kissed gently at first and then more
fervently and Pete slowly laid her back so he crouched over her and held
her shoulders as he made out with her.  After a few minutes he whispered
close to her ear; the feel of his breath making her tingle with his
closeness.
   "I'm happy to see you again," he whispered and moved his hips so his
erection poked her bare leg below her skirt.
   Her eyes opened wider as she realized what it was.  Staring into each
other's eyes as they did, Pete waited for what he felt was the inevitable;
and she did not disappoint.  Her hand came down and he felt her fingers
close around his cock; her eyes fluttering as she felt the girth and
hardness.
   "Good girl," he whispered.  "My very beautiful, very good girl," he
added stroking her hair.
   She sighed and smiled and he rolled more onto his back such that she now
had to roll over to lean over him.  As he held her and kissed her, she
slowly played with his cock and balls and soon he gently nudged her to go
down on him.  With a small look of apprehension and clamping her teeth
lightly on her bottom lip as she got into a better position, she lowered
her head and peered at the cock.  Holding it in both hands and inspecting
it almost.  Flicking her eyes up to his face briefly she rubbed the head of
his cock against her chin and lower lip and flicked her tongue out
tentatively; teasing him.  She now lay along one of his legs and with the
cock still grasped in both hands, she toyed with the head by licking it and
occasionally engulfing the head and swirling it with her tongue.  And then
bending it against his body and licking the length; to then return the knob
to her mouth.  And she slowly became more deliberate in taking more of the
shaft into her mouth until she was now hunched over and working the base
with one hand and sucking earnestly with her mouth.  The other hand braced
on the ground between his spread legs as she blew him.  Pete swirling her
fine blond hair in his hands and keeping it off her face so he could
watcher her suck him; crooning softly how great it was.  He coaxed and
controlled her rhythm and pace; sometimes pushing her head to make her take
more into her mouth and twice she broke away as she gagged.  There were
strings of saliva hanging from her chin and it was carnal and exciting to
Pete and he let his control go an allowed himself to bubble up and finally
cum hard; gasping and holding her head as she struggled with the amount of
cock in her throat.  To his delight she did not try to come off the cock
but stoically stuck to sucking and holding the cock in her fist as he
spewed several long glorious spurts deep into her mouth.  The little girl
gulping and gasping and the whistle of her raggedly breathing through her
nose as she swallowed the cum that flooded her mouth.
   Eventually she took his cock from her mouth and she stared at him with a
goofy grin on her face as she wiped her lips and chin and worked her throat
to dilute the taste of the semen with saliva.  She was delighting in the
fact she handled his urgency when he came and pleased with his enjoyment
and that she was responsible for it.  Pete ruffled her hair and grinned.
   "Magic Connie," he gasped as he got his breath back.  "Fucking magic."
   She blanched at his F-bomb and then grinned, and still holding the cock,
she tapped it almost lovingly against her lips and cheek.  He chuckled at
this rapid show of confidence and familiarity.  Particularly since he was
sure yesterday's blow job was her first ever and this was only her second
and she was so more accomplished at it.  Instinct is a powerful teacher. 
She was doing really well.
   "Come here," he said softly beckoning her up level with him.
   She moved beside him and he quickly sat her up and started to tug at the
tee shirt.  At first she pulled back but he stopped and stared at her as if
to say `what are you doing resisting this' and she moved her arms she had
drawn across her stomach to inhibit the shirt coming off.  She bowed her
head slightly so as not to look at him and calmly let him remove the tee
shirt.  Next he reached around her and she rested her chin on his shoulder
now they were sitting upright, as he unclipped her white training bra and
pulled it clear.  Instinctively she rolled her shoulders in, in attempt to
cover her small budding breasts.
   "No...don't...let me see," he whispered softly and he moved her upper
arms out and pushed her more upright as she had stooped to conceal herself.
   Her breasts were small yet perfectly formed, although her nipples were
pointy as they were still devr not quite defined yet but he could see the
slightly pinkish circular patch that indicated where it would darken as she
matured and the nipples formed.
   "Beautiful," he said breathlessly and he pulled the bra from her arms
and discarded it with her shirt.
   She bent forward a little and rounded her shoulders once more; her face
a picture of excitement with a strong trace of embarrassment.  He grinned
and gently eased her shoulders back once more and surveyed her lovely young
nubbins.  He stroked them with one hand, keeping the other hand on one
shoulder as a reminder not to round them off and try and cover up. 
Eventually she sat with her back straight and her arms resting on his hips
as he stroked the breasts and teased the nipples; a look of wonder on her
face as she'd never let anyone see her new boobs.  Not even her mother who
respected her privacy, knowing she would be self conscious about them for
awhile.  Pete bent down and suckled them and she opened her mouth in a
broad gasp of pleasant surprise and then she cradled his head as he sucked
and nipped the little boobs in turn.  He stopped briefly and kissed her and
then went back to suckling the breasts; eventually easing her onto her back
once more.  He didn't let up kissing and fondling her breasts and soon he
slid a hand up between her legs.  Connie gasped and her first reaction was
to cross her legs but she caught herself and lay passive; eventually moving
one leg so she afforded him better access to her crotch.  As he worked her
breasts, and alternated kissing her lips and nuzzling her neck, he worked
the crotch of her panties to one side and felt her sex now exposed to his
hand.
   For the next ten to fifteen minutes Pete became more intrusive with his
fingers in her sex and she moved her leg further apart to minimize a sense
of discomfort she had in her dry vaginal opening as his fingers attempted
to enter.  After his arm became tired he slowed and sat up and tugged at
her skirt waist band as a sign the skirt must go.  Connie looked
apprehensive but he forged ahead and had her sit up and she resigned
herself to the fact that she was to be naked too.  She reached behind her
and undid the zip in the waist of the skirt and voluntarily eased the skirt
off her hips.  He gently pushed her back and she closed her eyes in
embarrassment and clamped her bottom lip as she lifted her hips as he
pulled the plain white cotton underpants from her body.  The ground felt
rough, and yet warm, on her naked butt and she lay with her head as if
staring directly skywards yet her eyes were clamped tightly shut; her body
stiff from apprehension about being naked.  Pete returned to kiss her
lightly and soon felt her relax and his mouth trailed down her throat and
once more paid homage to her firm little breasts; while his hand worked the
folds of her bald sex.  Connie eventually opened up and dragged her heels
up so her knees lifted and Pete lay half over her and stroked her as he
alternated his mouth between her lips and breast.  He had been working her
for nearly thirty minutes to get her naked and accepting of it and finally
he felt he was ready to go further.  He trailed his mouth slowly down her
tummy and lower abdomen to the top of her pubis.  She dropped the leg
obstructing him in anticipation of what was to follow and as she felt his
tongue run over her labia she sighed and brought a forearm across her
forehead in a classic pose of submissive surrender.
   Pete gently suckled and sucked at her sex; now working her breasts in
turn with his free hand while he used his saliva to lubricate her vaginal
opening.  He got his middle finger inside her with some difficulty,
eventually to the second knuckle.  She was still mostly dry despite his
constant drooling of saliva and his mouth was beginning to ache at
constantly working her sex.  He realized she was not becoming aroused by
his suckling yet was aware she was excited, judging by the sighing and
slight shifting of her hips as his finger invaded her tightness.  He was
rock hard and desperately longer for her to lubricate naturally so he could
have a fighting chance of fucking her without causing her discomfort or
pain.  Then he recalled the small bottle of baby oil he had brought with
him as a ersatz sunscreen.  It was beyond her on the ground with his small
back pack.  He slowly reached over her and she opened her eyes a little and
then lifted her head wondering what he was doing.  She saw the bottle and
recognized what it was; and then her face became a look of concern as she
saw him holding it over her groin as he poured the oil onto his fingers. 
She closed her eyes tight in anticipation as his oiled fingers now began to
introduce the greasy liquid to her sex and soon she was gasping as he had
two slickened fingers inside of her; stretching her and the slit between
her labia was now drenched with the oil.  She lay passive yet apprehensive
with her eyes closed and did not see him slick his erection.
   "Move over," he whispered and she opened her eyes and realized he was
ushering her over onto his towel.
   She lifted her hips and slid sideways and he moved back to allow her to
replace him on the towel.  She had barely got herself onto the towel with
her legs slightly parted when he moved between her knees and pushed gently
at each upper leg.  She opened her eyes in concern and looked down her body
and saw he was holding his erection in one hand as he slowly eased forward.
Connie gasped and thought `oh no' to herself and lay her head back and
stared at the trees hanging above them.  With her teeth firmly clamping her
bottom lip, she surrendered to Pete's hand nudging her legs further apart
and she drew her heels further up to her butt and splayed her knees as Pete
leaned into her.  Sliding the knob of his cock back and forth along her
bald slit and then he pushed it down slightly and eased forward.  Her
tightness resisted briefly and he held himself firm without using further
force; until her flesh yielded and her vagina opened to the thickness of
his cock, as the bullet head eased in and opened her up.  Slowly he moved
back and forth gaining more depth on each in stroke, until he was able to
let the cock go; knowing it was firmly sheathed in her and would not spring
out.  He flattened himself gently over her, his hands either side of her
shoulders to take the weight of his upper body, and he slowly began to fuck
this beautiful preteen girl by the lake.
   AS Pete settled into fucking Connie, he went slowly and the first time
he pushed deep, she winced and stiffened as a sharp pain went through her
inside.  Pete had broken her hymen and the taking of her virginity was
complete.  She labored under him as he slowly increased the depth and pace
and her hands came to his shoulders as her knees nudged his hips.  He
watched her face and saw her sometimes hold her breath and close her eyes
briefly as she felt a pang of discomfort.  As he fucked her more
deliberately, she began to breathe in a series of gasps as he slid deeper
inside and soon she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her;
her eyes focused on some branch above them as she took in the weird feeling
inside of her vagina and the stretching and pushing of her labia as the
thick cock kept her open.  The baby oil having done the job of greasing her
so her discomfort was more internal as his adult cock hit her cervix and
rubbed the raw hymen edge.  She grunted and gasped and Pete mistook her
noises as familiar to adult lovers enjoying sex and so he picked up the
tempo.  Connie groaned and gasped and held her breath occasionally at the
steady dull ache caused by the cock, now nudging deep inside; she tried to
move her hips to minimize the discomfort.  Her movements spurred Pete on
thinking she was sexually aroused and he fucked harder.  When he finally
shoved as deep as he could go as the first spurt of his cum spewed into
her, he cried out and Connie gasped and grimaced in discomfort as he seemed
to be trying to skewer her entire being; and tears flowed from her eyes as
she hung on grimly as the man finished inside of her.  Pete's release was
punctuated with gasps and sighs of delight that she had quickly learned to
understand when a man came.  He filled her physically; over-tight as his
cock was bigger than her virgin tunnel, yet she took him all inside.  And
her insides were flooded with his second hard cum he had had in less than
an hour.  Pete's ego soaring as he congratulated himself on nailing this
girl with nubile perfection who he had caught spying on him less than
twenty-four hours earlier.  He sagged, sated in release as he held himself
deep inside of the preteen girl's delicious tightness.  Chuckling lightly
to himself in the enjoyment of what he had just experienced.  Nuzzling her
neck and face and planting small kisses on her cheeks and hair; not seeing
the light tracks of her tears which were drying rapidly in the warm July
air.
   Pete eventually rolled away from her and rested on one elbow looking at
her lying back with her eyes shut and her mouth slightly open as she
recovered from the weight of his body on hers; and the exertions he made as
he was fucking her.  He gazed at the small breasts and then down to her
legs which were slightly raised at the knee; marveling at the raised mound
of her sex between the creases of her inner groin.  The bald pubis and the
dark, slightly reddened slit between the labia.  His semen was slowly now
oozing from her vagina and dripping onto the towel underneath her, as she
lay in the warm air.  Pete felt great.  This was totally unexpected yet she
seemed ripe for his seduction.  Believing she was in a post-coital doze, he
lazily got to his feet and he walked into the lake; pausing to acclimatize
to the cooler water before slowly pushing forwards into a lazy breaststroke
and he moved out just until his feet could still touch the bottom.  He
soaked there and watched her on the shore.  She was lying still and he
moved across and soon peered straight between her open legs and stared at
her sex.  He did not know she was watching him.  Once he had left her to
swim, she felt the tears flow because she had wanted him to stay with her;
to hold her as a sign he was considerate of the mixed emotions she had felt
at letting him fuck her.  The hand job for him was no big deal.  This
learned from the years she had done it for her grandfather.  The blow job
was new and exciting, but she had not reckoned on full sex so quickly with,
what was after all, a complete stranger.  She felt melancholy now he had
gone into the lake and abandoned her to deal with the gravity of what had
happened.  Pete saw her brush her hand across her face and he called.
   "Come in for a swim Connie," he said smiling in towards her.
   She lifted her head and opened here eyes fully and wiped the last of her
tears.  She didn't move.
   "Come into the lake...the water's great," Pete called.
   Realizing he knew she had heard and was watching, she reluctantly got to
her feet.  All of a sudden feeling self conscious about her nakedness and
in a slight sense of panic, she looked around quickly as if the lake's edge
was crammed with voyeurs, and she walked quickly into the water; shuddering
as it felt colder than the warm sun on the beach.  She moved out towards
him and gradually the warmth of the water felt good as her body got used to
the water temperature.  He moved towards her as she submerged herself to
her neck and he embraced her and slowly drew her back so the water was
deeper than she could touch the bottom.  She clung to him and to her
surprise, having him hold her this way made her mixed emotions evaporate
and soon they were giggling and laughing as he moved her around in the
water.  Cheekily ducking each other and laughing.  They cavorted this way
for about fifteen minutes and then Pete reached between her legs and felt
her.  She gasped and giggled at is impertinence but kissed him.  He was
semi-hard and rubbed his cock between her legs and she dared let one hand
go and grasped it as she held one arm around his neck for safety in case
she lost contact.  She could swim but she did not want to let him go.  Pete
knew it was too soon after the sex not long finished, to initiate another
bout, yet his fascination in her preteen body was such that he continued to
paw her breasts and sex; while she fumbled and felt his cock.  Eventually
they stumbled out of the water and he laid her back onto his towel and he
lay with her.  She was grateful for his closeness now and she hugged him
and they dozed briefly in the warm sun.  After awhile Pete glance at his
watch and noted to his surprise it was nearly three o'clock.  She would
need to be on her way soon, to meet her afternoon curfew of four o'clock.
He retrieved the bottle of baby oil, and rolling half over her, he kissed
her awake and slid the bottle between her legs and squirted some oil
directly at her sex.  She flinched and her eyes opened at the feeling of
the oil, but she soon made a low "m-m-m-m-m" as they kissed, when she felt
his fingers massaging the oil into her sex.  The emotional weight of the
earlier sex being lifted from her by his attention, she allowed him to
lubricate her with the oil.  Pete rolled onto his back bringing her with
him.  She opened her eyes in surprise and question about what he was doing
and he grinned and took her hips.
   "Straddle me," he said, panting slightly in anticipation.  "Lower
yourself down onto me," he added and he quickly took has cock and pushed it
vertical.
   Connie bowed her head to look back under herself and saw him holding the
cock under her crotch; so getting the idea she reached in squatting flat on
the soles her feet with knees splayed.  As he steadied her upper body, she
lowered herself and engaged the head.  As she felt it go into her, she
looked quickly back at him, her eyes open wide in surprise as she felt the
cock open her up as she lowered herself slowly onto it.  It felt huge yet
there wasn't the discomfort she felt last time.  Connie realized she had
the control and moving up and down slowly, she found the point where he
penetrated her to discomfort and so eased back from there each time she
lowered herself.  Pete lay back in smug satisfaction, watching this young
girl slowly ride him; her hands now holding his sides as she fucked for the
two of them.
   Pete made her slow when her tightness and rhythm brought him close. 
Twice he pulled her forward and hugged her and she lowered herself onto her
knees and slid more along and back on his body; the thick cock tightly
lodged in her sex.  The when he was not near cumming, he eased her back
onto her feet again and let her set the pace and depth.  He drew the fuck
out for nearly twenty minutes and all the time Connie became more and more
attuned to having sex with him.  Her inhibitions about being naked in the
open had now vanished; and the sex somehow natural, despite it all
happening in a matter of two hours of her life to date.  Eventually Pete
recognized he had almost ruined the prospect of a hard release by getting
too close too often and he knew he had to take control.  He took her
shoulders and slowly rolled her onto the towel which lay beside them, and
kneeling between her knees, he lifted her feet up and out and then over his
shoulders.  With the girl's butt lifted he leaned forward and simply began
fucking her faster so he could regain the sensation he needed to ensure a
full ejaculation.  Connie clung to him and her eyes were wide as she heard
the sluicing sound of his cock in her sex and the slap of his thighs on her
upraised butt; and she was in awe of the sex act.  Grunting almost
involuntarily each time he shoved in, yet there wasn't the discomfort of
before.  He fucked her quite vigorously and eventually as he started to
gasp and groan in release, she hugged him tighter to her; happy he was
enjoying it so much.  Pete filled her a second time and gasped and strained
the final drops into her tight tunnel before finally laying propped on his
arms beside her, and stroked her hair and kissed her with small butterfly
kisses.  The girl's heart sang.  This was much better than the first time.
She felt that for most of it, he let her take the lead and she appreciated
it.  Now she lay and looked at him lovingly as he toyed with her small
breasts as an afterthought.  And nuzzled her wet hair and kissed her neck.
This was better; much better.  They went into the lake briefly and sat
together to let the water wash the traces of sex from their bodies; Connie
careful not to get her hair wet again.  It was nearly dry, and she knew
that any evidence of her being swimming would disappear with her dry hair.
   After they dressed, Pete walked her hand in hand to the bottom of the
trail that led over the ridge to her camp.  The two standing just off the
trail in case someone unexpected might come this way; and kissing and
cuddling before she left.
   "Come to the cabin tomorrow," he said quietly.  "In the morning."
   She nodded, and whispered "I have to go."
   Touching her fingers to his, she backed off slowly, not wanting to leave
him.  But eventually, with a wave and a sad smile, she turned and walked
back up the trail to her camp and her grandparents.
   ***
   Connie's grandparents' did not seem to detect she had been swimming and
greeted her almost indifferently when she returned.  The three elderly
couples sitting under an awning erected on one of the Winnebago, and having
a late afternoon drink.  That night, grandpa stole silently along the
Winnebago and nudged the girl quietly awake.  Almost in a robotic trance,
Connie rolled half onto her side and felt for the old man's semi hard cock.
She jacked it expertly and after some minutes of hearing his steady
breathing and feeling his hands on her head, she leaned down and took the
cock in her mouth.  Her grandfather gasped in surprise.  Of the three or
four years he had abused her, he had never once gone beyond what he felt
was permissible; the furtive hand job.  His first instinct was to slap her
head away and regale the girl for this obscene behavior.  But grandpa had
never had a blow job in his life before.  It was never in grandma's sexual
repertoire.  He sighed as the delight of his twelve year old
granddaughter's mouth gave him a feeling that made the hand jobs seem
suddenly lame and he swore he grew another inch.  He held the kids head
firmer now and struggled to remain silent least he wake his wife; snoring
loudly after having had one gin too many earlier.  To his amazement, the
girl kept his cock clamped between his lips and what small amount of
ejaculation he could muster, she easily swallowed.
   Later as he lay recalling this new sensation of her mouth on his cock,
he was puzzled as to why she suddenly did it.  What had she learned, and if
it was recent learning, from whom?  He lay pondering the situation for some
time and fondling himself in the process, he became hard.  He returned to
the girl's bunk beyond the curtain that separated their beds, and after
rousing her quietly, gave into the preteen's seemingly expert mouth a
second time that night.
   Connie left the camp in a seemingly idle wander just after nine the next
morning.  Not attracting attention from the adults congregated in one of
the Winnebago.  Once out of their sight, she walked quickly up and over the
ridge and almost ran to the small log cabin where Pete was waiting. 
Embracing quickly on the verandah, Pete ushered her inside and straight to
the back bedroom and stripped her as she eagerly helped him shuck his
shorts.  He pulled her back and lay in smug satisfaction as she flattened
herself on the bed and took him in two hands and immediately began to suck
him lovingly.  Having had two more practice sessions on her grandfather
since the last time with Pete, she took Pete's cock in her mouth.  He
smoothed her hair off her face and watched her.  He was amazed at how
quickly she had learned; watching her rub the slipper cockhead around her
face as she frequently looked at him with an almost slutty expression; to
plunge her head over the cock once more, and slurp and suck while jacking
it and swirling her tongue over it.  When he got close, he sat up and
pulled her further up the messy bed and made her crouch.  Taking the baby
oil he smeared some oil over her sex, pushing it inside with his greasy
fingers.  Smearing the residue on his cock, he knelt behind her and slowly
impaled her to the hilt.  Connie groaned and shuddered realizing he was
deeper than ever before and her head dropped to her forearms crossed over
on the pillow.  She surrendered to him with her butt raised as Pete fucked
her vigorously and quickly until he came noisily; flooding her young tunnel
once more as he gasped and shoved deep to wring the last drops from his
body.
   They rested for an hour or so and Pete let her suck him and then fucked
her a second time; this time letting her mount him as she had done by the
lake the day before.  He was content to let her rise and fall and grind
over him until he relented trying to stave off ejaculation and let her
bring him off a second time.  She smiled in delight she had controlled the
sex from start to finish.h They rested some more and she realized it was
nearing eleven thirty so she quickly wiped herself in the small bathroom,
and dressed; to race away back to her camp before the noon deadline for
lunch.
   "I'll come back after lunch," she said breathlessly as he kissed her
goodbye.
   She returned near one thirty and Pete immediately took her back into the
bedroom.  This time he surprised her by stripping her and having her lie on
her back while he put his mouth on her sex.  As she lay with a broad
mawkish grin on her face, Pete attempted to create some arousal in his
young sex pupil.  He slavered and sucked and slid three fingers deep into
her.  Connie was enjoying the attention but there was no sexual arousal;
just plain old fashion excitement of experiencing something lewd and
wickedly forbidden.  Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere in turning the
kid on, Pete straddled her chest and she pulled his cock down and sucked
it. As he became close to cumming, he scooted back and lifting her legs, he
bent them back and held them wide as he slipped his cock into her slightly
dilated opening.  He indulged himself for some time.  Shoving forward with
his hips and then after he nearly lost it, he slowed and deliberately built
his climax as he eventually shoved hard into her and let her legs fall over
his back at the hip; and he roughly fucked her tight hole as he gasped
noisily and came hard.  Connie clung to him and her eyes watered with the
emotional release.  She truly believed she loved him; as he gasped and
consumed her with his vigor and lust.
   They lay in a lovers embrace and sometime near mid-afternoon Pete
realized his stay was ending the next day and this would be the last time
he would see her.  He toyed with her and she lay in bliss as this handsome
man, her lover, inspected and toyed with her blossoming body.  Suckling her
nipples and massaging the small breasts.  Pushing his fingers deep inside
so she groaned and twisted to get free of the nagging stretching of her
tight sex.  Eventually he rolled her over onto her stomach and she
shuddered and trembled as he shoved to the hilt in one rough thrust;
causing her to gasp and moan in discomfort as he thudded deep inside.  He
fucked her methodically with such vigor he eventually drove her flat onto
her stomach; Connie unable to resist the constant battering her body was
taking as he became faster with his rhythm.  Eventually Pete crying out in
bliss as he filled her for the fourth time that day; spewing deep inside of
her as he collapsed over her body in release.  They dozed briefly once
more. Eventually Pete roused her as it was time for her to go.
   "You know I'm leaving tomorrow," he said quietly as she lay in the crook
of his arm.
   "Wha...what?" she said almost breathlessly; in shock.
   "I have to go back to New York," he said.
   She burst into tears and it took some time to calm her down.  Pete tried
to console her by making her realize she was leaving their camp to go
further up the state on the Monday anyway, so their parting was inevitable;
it was just that he was leaving first.
   "Can't you stay until I go?" she wailed.
   "My friend's family arrives here Monday.  I have to be out by then, he
explained.  "Besides, I have to be back at my job on Monday so I need to
leave Sunday.  I'll be going in the morning."
   She wailed once again and eventually he calmed her down; and after a few
minutes of silent reflection, he roused her to dress and leave to be back
at her grandparents' before four o'clock.  Connie was once again
inconsolable as he walked her to the bottom of the trail; staying with her
as long as he could to help calm her down.  He had no idea it was going to
be this hard and he too felt a large hollow ache for this gutsy young
beauty he had had such glorious sex with.  After what seemed like an age of
her clinging and saying she would write, or she would run away to New York,
he persuaded her to accept they would probably never see each other again.
Crying openly, Connie stumbled back up the trail over the ridge, to arrive
at the camp having finally controlled her emotions.
   Come Sunday morning, Pete set about packing and preparing for his trip
back to New York.  He moved like he was hung over.  Hardly being able to
concentrate on what he was doing as he cleaned the cabin to leave it as he
found it for Zane's folks who were arriving the next day.  Near eleven
o'clock he was ready to bug out and with one long last look in the
direction of the trail to where he last saw Connie leave, he climbed into
his small SUV and slowly set off along the dusty road back to the state
highway that would take him to the NY Throughway.  As he quickened his
speed, he came around a bend high up at the lake's edge and suddenly a man
appeared in the road; jumping quickly down from the bank on the left.  Pete
reacted late and overcorrected for the man's presence and the offside wheel
of the SUV lost the shoulder.  The vehicle rolled and tumbled down the
slope to the waters edge; flattening small trees and scrub as it careered
into the water with a splash.  The vehicle had hit a sturdy tree and swung
around to go into the lake backwards and hover briefly as it filled with
water, and slowly disappeared from sight.  Silence.
   The elderly man moved to the edge of the road and looked at the path the
vehicle had made going down the twenty foot slope.  The smaller trees and
bushes had mostly sprung back, and apart from a couple of broken branches
on the larger tree the vehicle had hit to spin around, there was barely a
trace of the vehicles path.  He carefully picked his way down to the waters
edge and peered into the lake.  Pete's SUV was black and he could vaguely
make out the dark object in this deeper end of the lake.  Looking around to
see if the driver had escaped, he satisfied himself he was still in the
vehicle, and with a slight smile, he slowly clambered his way back up the
slope to the dusty road.  He took a small leafy branch and dragged it over
the skid marks on the dirt road where Pete had swerved in surprise at his
jumping down into view so quickly.  Satisfied the evidence of the SUV going
off the road was erased to casual view, he tossed the branch into the trees
on the upside of the road.  Dusting his hands off by slapping them
together, the Connie's grandfather walked back along the road and passed
the cabin; slowing as he came abreast of it and then stopping to hang his
head.  He had followed Connie the previous afternoon.  Troubled by the
girl's seemingly sudden expertise on his cock with her mouth, he had also
noted how quickly she left the camp after breakfast and lunch.  He had a
bad feeling, so he had followed her.  The bad feeling got worse when he
couldn't find her, and then he spied the cabin with the SUV parked outside,
just back from the small lake's edge.  He had watched her through the
window being used by the man near the end of their afternoon tryst; his
emotions conflicting between rage and excited fascination in seeing her
being taken by the man as if she were an adult woman.  He shadowed them
when Pete walked her to the trail and heard him repeat over and over why he
must leave and why they could not be together ever again.  Realizing he
would place his own abusive conduct with Connie in jeopardy of discovery if
he involved the law, he plotted a secret revenge.  He had waited for over
an hour that Sunday morning for the dark SUV he saw at the cabin.  He had
carefully selected his spot to jump out and surprise the driver into
swerving to avoid him.  It was a risky maneuver but he correctly reasoned
that most drivers instinctively swerved to avoid sudden objects before
thinking.  It had worked perfectly and the monster who he had seen raping
his granddaughter was now belted in his watery tomb at the bottom of the
lake.
   As grandpa walked back to the encampment, he pondered his
granddaughter's recent immoral education and how one earth she had
succumbed to the man so quickly; never thinking his own years of abusing
her had played a part in her surrender to full adult sexual contact.  By
the time he had reached the top of the ridge, to look down on the three
Winnebago grouped together, the man in the SUV seemed a distant memory.  He
smiled slowly to himself realizing what the future might be with his
burgeoning granddaughter.
   `This might turn out much better than I expected' he thought to himself;
and smiling he walked purposefully down the trail from the ridge, to his
wife, his granddaughter, and friends.
   ***
   It was sometime on Wednesday that Pete was officially missed at his
work. His boss detailed a coworker to find out where he had got to. 
Eventually checks of Pete's friends confirmed he was definitely due back at
work on the Monday, and nobody knew where he was.  Zane was able to get in
touch with his mother at the cabin, and she confirmed Pete had left the
place as he had found it and he was nowhere to be seen.  As the day's
dragged by he was eventually listed as a missing person.  The cops did put
out a description of him but felt confident that his going to the lake to
get his head sorted out due to his recent romantic upheaval, had actually
worked against him and they were convinced he had gone to ground to get
over his depression.  They suggested to his friends they wait and he would
probably resurface once he had worked the breakup with his ex-girlfriend
Chelsea out of his system.  It was over a month before the vehicle was
spotted by two anglers when a line was snagged.  Using a glass bottom
underwater viewing box, the SUV could be seen on the lake floor.  The
police recovered the vehicle and found Pete's body.  He was not a pretty
sight and the verdict was accidental drowning following the vehicle coming
off the road.  It was believed he was driving too fast for the narrow
winding dusty road.
   In life there is the law of the land and there justice.  The two
sometimes do not go hand in hand.  But justice often comes where the law
sometimes cannot guarantee it.  Grandpa affected a form of justice on
behalf of his pretty young granddaughter.  But there was no justice for
Connie where Grandpa was concerned.  The girl was soon to be subjected to
full penetrative sex with the old man.  Having to lie back and listen to
his gasps and grunts as he labored over her; and all the while she was
dreaming of the handsome man she met that summer at the lake.
   The End
   (C)ROMANY 2009
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