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Precocious

By Romany

(M/g, M/F, oral, anal)

�Son of a bitch,� Jeff exclaimed angrily as he approached his
house.

He scowled at the paper boy throwing his paper so it missed the
porch and landed in the shrubs in front of the porch.

�The little prick is deliberately missing the porch,� he
exclaimed to himself.

He pulled up beside the kid who was sitting on his bike admiring
his handiwork. The kid jumped as he heard the car stop close to
him.

�What are you doing?� Jeff shouted, opening the car door.

�Ooops�bad shot,� the kid said with a cheeky grin, and stepped
hard on a pedal and powered his bike around the front of Jeff�s
car and off up the street.

Turning back to laugh at Jeff standing by his car as he sped
away.

�Little asshole,� Jeff growled after the kid who had disappeared
around the corner to the next street.

Jeff drove his car up the drive in front of the garage door and
waited for the automatic door to open, then driving into his
garage. He walked out of the garage as the door closed behind him
and clambered delicately into the shrubbery so he wouldn�t damage
the bushes, as he groped around for the Sunday paper. He frowned
as he found a second rolled up paper that he must have missed a
few weeks back. It was soggy and seemingly fused together.

�Little prick,� Jeff muttered again as he opened his front door.

The newspaper was almost always sprayed around the front of his
yard and he�d never caught the paper boy until today. Little good
it did him as the kid clearly wasn�t fazed by Jeff�s sudden
arrival. He threw the soggy old paper in the trash and tossed
today�s news on the kitchen table. He stood deciding what to do
next. It was barely seven o�clock. He would go back to bed for a
couple of hours. This having to drop his one-night-stand back
home was a drag. The girl was young, living at home with her
parents and a bit of a bimbo; but deadly in bed. She was
insatiable. He made a habit of trolling the clubs since his split
from Louise, the woman he�d ruined his marriage for. His wife
left him and then they got divorced, and now after nearly
seventeen months together, he and Louise had split. Jeff was
somewhat rejuvenated and he�d stumbled onto the promiscuous
nature of young women who went clubbing and the high percentage
that seemed hell bent on laying as many men as they could before
settling down. He�d never have believed it if he hadn�t
experienced it. He wandered up to his bedroom and noted the bed
was a mess. The night of sexual gymnastics had seen to that. He
took a leak and stripped and rolled onto the bed, pulling the
bedclothes up off the floor so he curled up in a disheveled nest.
He thought about the paper boy and felt annoyed the kid was
deliberately tossing the paper in the bushes. He couldn�t help
but wonder why the kid would do that. In some mild annoyance at
that discovery, Jeff slipped into a doze.

***

The following week saw the paper landed in awkward places for
Jeff to retrieve. The kid had succeeded in getting it into the
gutter over the porch on Thursday morning. Jeff became
increasingly annoyed at the kid�s overt thumbing his nose at
Jeff�s expression of anger at the way the paper was delivered.
The kid clearly wasn�t about to take any notice. He decided to
set a trap and catch the kid and give him a good bawling out. On
Saturday morning he filled a number of small water balloons he�d
got from a novelty store with water so they filled to near
bursting and he tied the tops carefully. They were larger than a
baseball but still easy to throw in one hand. At about six thirty
he crept downstairs and positioned himself beside the garage end
of the house and the hedge with his neighbor, and waited. He
didn�t have to wait long before the paper boy rolled up to his
driveway and sat astride the seat and looked at Jeff�s house. The
kid had the usual hoodie over his head but Jeff could see the kid
was maybe eleven or twelve, judging by his size. The kid took a
paper from the carrier and instead of pitching it from his bike
seat; he placed the bike on its stand and slowly crept closer to
the house.

�Little bastard,� Jeff muttered quietly. �He�s going to throw it
on the porch roof again.�

The kid was halfway to the front of the house when Jeff came out
from behind the garage. The kid had cocked his arm to pitch the
paper onto the porch roof when Jeff let fly with the first
balloon. It hit the kid on the left shoulder and burst; splashing
the kid�s face and arm. The kid was stunned and at first did not
know what had happened; standing frozen with the arm back ready
to throw the paper as he assimilated what had hit him. He looked
down at his arm and shook his head to shake the water off. He�d
turned his head to study the soaked hoodie shoulder and saw Jeff
to his left.

The kid squealed. Jeff was about to pitch a second balloon and he
paused startled by the kid�s high pitched cry. The kid was now
turned towards Jeff and saw Jeff�s intent and squealed again.
Knowing he had been seen Jeff let fly and caught the kid full on
the chest, the balloon rupturing and soaking the kid�s face and
chest. The kid screamed again and Jeff reached for a third
balloon, still puzzled by the tenor of the kid�s squealing. As he
drew his arm back to let rip with the third balloon, the kid, who
had dropped the rolled up newspaper, was pulling the wet hood
from his head. The reason for the squeal and scream now obvious;
it wasn�t a boy, but a short haired girl.

�You idiot,� the girl shrieked at him.

She might have been surprised and now soaked, but the defiance
she�d shown last Saturday was still evident.

�What are you doing you moron,� she shrieked at him. �I�m
soaked.�

Splat. The third balloon caught her flat on her chest again and
once more splashed up into her face. She stood gasping and after
appearing speechless for a second as water dripped from her face,
she squealed such that Jeff froze and then slowly surveyed the
street. She was so loud he was sure his neighbors would hear a
girl in distress and come running or call the police. She rushed
at him. He was suddenly worried as she looked really angry and
his courage waned as he saw her as a mad dog. Someone who had no
thought for her own danger and she was prepared to tackle a much
larger adult. He had come out from behind the garage to throw the
balloons, and he stepped aside and she overshot him, trying to
slow down to wheel back on him. Splat. Jeff threw the last water
filled balloon and it caught her in the small of the back before
she turned to face him. A large wet patch appeared on her hoodie
bottom and jeans. She squealed again, and then growling at him,
came rushing back. He stepped aside and tripped her. She went
down with a loud �ooof�; luckily just off the concrete driveway
on the grass, and she lay there not moving.

�Oh fuck,� Jeff said under his breath.

He slowly advanced on the girl lying on her stomach and bent over
her.

�You all right?� he asked tentatively peering at her. She had her
head turned and he could see one of her eyes and it was closed;
her hair wet and matted from the water balloon strike.

�Girlie�are you OK?� he asked, now becoming worried his neighbors
would arrive to find he�d flattened a young girl on his lawn.

�Oh fuck,� he said and squatted beside her.

�Moron,� she screamed suddenly and she rolled on her back and
lashed out her arm catching him on the side of the head.

�Ow,� they both yelled in unison.

The blow hurt her as much as him. She flailed at him from on her
back; thankfully she did not scream or holler.

�Cut it out�cut it out,� Jeff spat at her as he parried her
flailing arms.

�You fucking moron,� she cussed trying to hit him.

She suddenly kicked a foot up at him and luckily just missed his
crotch.

�Little bitch,� he growled, realising she could have lowered him
if the kick had connected.

She flailed and kicked and he had to roll on top of her finally
squatting over her chest and grabbing her arms. She ran out of
fight as he pinned her arms back behind her head. Sitting on her
chest to pin her down.

�Cut it out,� he spat one last time and she lay with her chest
heaving and breathing heavily from exertion.

�You fucking pig,� she spat and tried to arch her back to throw
him off.

�Pottie mouth,� he sneered and he pushed a forearm in her throat
while holding her wrists in one hand. �Just stop it and shut the
fuck up,� he said.

�Who�s the pottie mouth now?� she gurgled as he pressed her
throat.

�Just shut up and calm down,� he panted. �I�ll let you up, but
just calm down.�

�I�m fucking soaked,� she snarled.

�Stop it,� he said pushing his face down to hers. �Just stop the
bad bitch act and calm down�and I�ll let you up,� he said
quietly.

�I�ll kick you in the balls,� she sneered defiantly.

�Right now you can�t do squat,� he said.

She tried to rear up to throw him off but it was impossible. He
was too heavy. He sat over her and studied her. She was pretty.
Very pretty face with short dark hair. Lovely brown eyes with
doe-like eyelashes. To belie her boyish appearance, she wore a
nice pair of small diamond studs in her pierced ears. Probably
Macy�s and cheap but nonetheless, they suited her elegant neck
and earlobes. He looked back towards her chest and now saw the
telltale budding boobs. He�d thought she was a boy because she
had worn the hoodie top over her head. That coupled with her
short hair and tomboy attitude, led him to think she was a boy.

�Getting a good look,� she snapped, though her attitude seemed to
have mellowed.

He blushed and she laughed realizing she�d embarrassed him. He
gazed down at her wondering what to do next.

�Rape,� she said quietly.

Jeff did a double take and looked alarmed.

�R-a-p-e,� she said a little louder.

�Shut up,� he said urgently.

�R-a-p-e,� she said with a grin; her vice getting louder.

�Shut it,� he repeated, becoming worried she was going to shout
her head off.

�Getting louder,� she said with a cheeky grin. �R-a-p-e� she
repeated a little louder.

Jeff was now rattled she was going to shout her head off.

�OK�alright, alright,� he said and let her wrists go and got off
her.

She lay and felt her wrists and then slowly rolled onto her side
and stood up.

�Bully,� she sneered and then she held the back of her hoodie out
from her body and played with the soaked neck of the garment.
�Yuk�I�m all wet you shit,� she complained.

�Serves you right,� he said. �Messing my paper delivery.�

She scowled and started to walk gingerly towards his front door.

�Where are you going?� he said surprised at her direction.

�You�re going to get me a towel,� she said confidently not
looking back at him.

�The hell I am,� he sneered and went to head her off.

�R-a-p-e,� she said quietly, and then giggled.

Jeff decided not to push it. God knows she might start yelling.

***

She stood in his lounge and looked around. The place was small
but tidy and he noted she seemed happy with what she saw.

�Come through to the kitchen,� he said.

She followed him through into the kitchen and he disappeared,
returning in a few moments with a fluffy bath towel.

�Sponge yourself dry with this,� he said.

He stopped in his tracks seeing she had taken the hoodie off. Her
bra was evident under a plain white tee shirt she had on and he
could see the tiny points of her budding nipples. He blushed but
she just stared him down with a cheeky grin. She took the towel
and made a show of pressing it to her chest and neck. Wiping it
briefly over her wet hair and then holding it against her back as
she leaned against the bench to create pressure on the wet patch
of her tee shirt and back of her jeans. She lifted one leg and
shook it in a show as if her pants wee full of water.

�Erk,� she muttered. �I�ve got a wet crotch.�

Jeff blushed once more but became suspicious she was now just
teasing him. He said nothing but stared at her; somewhat admiring
her pluck. She was a ballsy little bitch.

�Dry it,� he said as a come back.

�You�d like me to do that,� she said grinning at him. �Get off on
watching me.�

He swallowed. This last cheap comment was a bit close to the
truth. He suddenly saw her as sexual. The damp tee shirt with her
small breasts and tiny nipples obvious, and her pretty face with
the wet hair. Her hips showing the first gentle swell of a girl
nearing puberty, and the clear hump of her pubis and crotch in
her tight jeans. She studied his expression with an impish smile
on her face.

�Who was it this morning�last night?� she said, breaking his
train of thought.

�Wha�what?� he said confused at her question.

�The bimbo�you�re squeeze�who stayed over last night?� she said
grinning at him.

He stared at her blankly. What was she talking about?�

�Who did you pick up last night dummy,� she said mocking him.
�That you had to take home so you were up so early,� she said.

�Um�nobody,� he answered, feeling foolish she was having a laugh
at his expense.

�Oh�luck out then did you?� she laughed still patting her butt
with the towel.

�Wha�what�s it to you,� he stammered.

�I�ve seen you�taking them home early in the morning. Oh
occasionally one or two have had cars�saw them in your drive,�
she said triumphantly.

He got it. She�d seen his one-night-stands as he�d taken them
home. She was right. There were one or two who had their own car.

�I passed up the pleasure�just for last night, so I could
concentrate bombing you, you wise-ass,� he said staring at her.

�Oooh what a sacrifice�nobody in your bed,� she laughed, but her
dominance was now wearing off now that he got what she was on
about.

�And so you throw my paper in the bushes and on the roof because
I get laid,� he said quickly, blushing he�d used the term �get
laid.�

�Yep�payback for creeps like you she said,� but she wasn�t
convincing in wanting to insult him.

�What business is it of yours?� he asked narrowing his eyes.

�Oh�I don�t know�maybe I�m sticking up for my sister and girls
like her,� she said and looked away, not able to hold his stare.

�Your sister?� he said somewhat incredulous.

�Yeah my sister,� she said her expression now looking somewhat
serious.

�You�re sister�s never been here,� he said, not really knowing if
it were true.

�Maybe not but its creeps like you she gets hooked up with,� she
said sullenly.

�Oh I get it,� he said taking a step towards her. �You�re blaming
me for every guy that boinks your sister.�

She said nothing and glared at him.

�Quite the little moral crusader aren�t we,� he said with a
chuckle and playfully ruffled her wet hair.

She blushed and moved to pull back.

�I doubt I�ve had the pleasure of your sister,� he began; �and I
mean that most literally.�

She stood looking sorry for herself. Her thunder now gone her
motive was out of the bag. He was suddenly taken with her
vulnerability and how pretty she was and he reached and stroked
her face lightly and she flinched but was determined not to pull
away.

�You look kind of sexy standing there with a wet ass and damp
titties and all,� he said grinning at her.

She said nothing and worked her jaw lightly.

�Going to cry rape now, are we,� he said seeing she had lost the
attitude.

She blushed and swallowed. They stared at each other for a few
moments and Jeff slowly let his fingers trail down her throat. He
gently stroked her throat with his fingertips and she swallowed
hard. He grinned at her seeing she was now not so sure of
herself.

�If your big sister was half as pretty as you�� he began quietly,
�I�d gratefully spend a night with her,� and his hand then moved
down her chest and he brushed one of her breasts. �Perhaps you
can set me up.�

She gave a little shudder and swallowed once more but stood her
ground. Seeing her steel herself not to pull away, he gently
massaged the breast with the back of his fingertips. Feeling the
swell, and the point of her little nipple, under the damp tee
shirt. She stared at him almost trance-like; seemingly unperturbed
by his hand toughing her small boob.

�You�re very pretty,� he said softly, and meant it. �A real
beauty.�

She colored and swallowed, pleased at his comment though feeling
apprehensive he was touching her there.

�A precocious little beauty and with some kahunas if I might say
so,� he said; his voice now crooning at her.

He gently massaged her boob and studied her face; looking for the
first sign of defiance she might be plotting as she stood letting
him touch her suggestively. He decided to see how far he could
go. The warm feeling of his building erection coursing through
his body was emboldening him. Despite his earlier concern when
she teased him by saying rape, he sensed her bravado had waned.
His free hand went to her wrist and he pulled it to his crotch. 
She jumped and stared wide eyed down at their hands as he pressed
her hand to the bulge in his jeans, yet she didn�t move

�That�s not so bad, is it?� he said after a few moments of
suggestively pressing her hand on his bulge as he continued to
fondle a breast.

She looked up at his face; looking like the proverbial deer in
the headlights.

�Is it?� he said quietly and pressed her hand harder, making sure
her fingers spread over the hardening tube in his jeans.

�No,� she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He smiled at her as he felt her fingers tentatively curl around
his cock.

�Good girl,� he said softly, and tested her willingness by
letting her wrist go.

Her hand stayed gripping the lump of his cock through the jeans.
She did not attempt to withdraw her hand and she seemed in a daze
as she fondled the cock.

�Good girl,� he said, stroking her face lightly; still fondling a
breast.

As he stroked her face and breast and she handled his cock
gently, his thumb strayed against her lips and she slowly parted
them and sucked the thumb into her mouth; suckling it gently. He
continued to stare at her as if hypnotizing her and his cock got
harder because of the eroticism of her sucking his thumb and
feeling his cock.

�Open my fly,� he said quietly. �Take it out�you know you want to
see it,� he crooned.

She swallowed hard and looked down at his crotch, his thumb
coming away from her lips when she bent her head. She paused for
a moment and then tentatively she reached for his flies and
fumbled with the zipper. He moved his hands from her breast and
mouth and undid the belt of his jeans as she opened the flies.
She blinked rapidly as she saw his shorts exposed, sensing what
she was about to see. Seeing her pause in some uncertainty, he
pulled his cock out with some difficulty because it was now rock
hard and her eyes opened wider as she saw it spring out of his
pants. She stared at it almost mesmerized by it, then slowly
moved her hand and took the bare stiff flesh in her hands. She
needed no further coaxing. With an intense look on her face, she
stooped, and peered at the cock.

�Oh my God,� she whispered and she slowly run her hand up and
down it; feeling the soft skin yet noting the hard core. �It�s
huge,� she added in amazement.

She did this a few times, tightening her grip until she was soon
jacking the skin the length of his cock. Jeff was astonished the
kid seemed unfazed at all by his lewd move. Quite the contrary,
she seemed more than taken with what they were doing. He groaned
and placed his hands gently on her head and pressured it. She
glanced up with a brief expression of question on her face, and
then instinctively lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
She was a novice and at first she just seemed to hold the head
inside her lips and stab her tongue at it so he gently took her
hand and coaxed her to stroke him as well.

�Suck it�slobber it with your tongue,� he gasped, gently holding
her head. �Jack it�sssl-o-o-o-w�jack it nicely.�

She got the hang of it. He held her head loosely as she became
more active and used her tongue more. After a minute or two she
bent the cock back and licked the underside, base to tip. Looking
up and studying his face as she did it. Then she went back down
on it and soon he complimented her on her expertise in low
gasping murmurs of encouragement. He�d never really ever got off
totally leaving a chick to suck at her pressure and rhythm. They
usually overestimated the sensation they were causing. He coached
her to hold the cock firmer as she stroked but after a few
minutes, she was not near getting him off. He held the back of
her head and took the cock from her; trapping her in close so the
cock was set in her mouth. Her natural urge was to fight him,
feeling the control slip to him, but she did not try to ease her
mouth off. Thinking this is must be how it went she pressed her
hands flat against his thighs as she squatted and obediently took
his cock a little deeper. Any sense she could get it out of her
mouth was hindered by him holding her head tighter. Being a
novice, she missed the telltale signs he was close. All she
sensed was that his grip on her head had become even firmer and
her eyes opened wide as he suddenly gasped and she felt the first
spurt of semen flood her mouth. Only then did she attempt to
struggle but it was too late. He let go at least four shots and
her mouth was flooded to overflow before she was able to twist
her head away making a �gurlk� noise at the semen now flooding
her throat, while his last spurts splattered her cheek. As he
finished cumming, he stepped back and peered down at her. To his
amazement she squatted calmly and wiped at her face where the
semen had flooded from her mouth and had hit her cheek. He was
astonished she was so calm believing she would never have tasted
or felt it before to be used to it. Clearly she had swallowed
much of what she took in her mouth but she showed no sign of
repugnance or distress. She calmly kept wiping her face, smearing
the semen wider as she worked her mouth to sluice the last
vestige of semen from it with saliva. He leaned over her towards
the bench and tore a piece of paper towel from the roll.

�Here,� he said quietly. �Use this.�

She glanced up and took the paper towel gratefully, and began
wiping her face; standing up as she wiped the smears of cum away.

�There was heaps,� she said staring at him. �Is there always that
much?�

�Only when I�m really horny,� he said with a sheepish grin. �You
were so exciting.�

She blushed and smiled wanly.

�I did OK? I�ve never done that before,� she asked.

�You did great�fantastic�the best,� he gushed and held her
shoulders lightly.

She smiled in genuine appreciation of his compliment. She looked
around the kitchen, glanced down at the towel and then looked
back at him.

�I�d better go. Mom and dad expect me in for breakfast after
seven thirty,� she explained.

�OK�you�d best get going,� he said quietly. �You do this every
day�without a break?� he added, curious to know if she was always
up so early.

�I�ve never done this before�ever,� she retorted with some
indignation, holding the screwed up paper towel.

�No, not this dummy,� he said with a chuckle. �Your paper route.�

�Oh,� she said blushing at her mistake. �No�not every day. They
swap us around so we get some days break�we�re just kids so they
want us to get some days sleeping in,� she said bending down to
pick up the towel he�d given her to dry her wet patches from the
water balloons.

He blanched at her describing herself as a kid. He�d just let her
suck him off. He had no intention of making an improper advance.
The plan was to simply play a prank on her for fucking around
with his paper delivery. He felt a pang of remorse. But yet it
was fantastic and her matter-of-fact attitude about the blow job
intrigued him. She turned to go and he followed her to the door
as she put on her hoodie and adjusted it comfortably. He opened
the door for her.

�Well�I�d better go,� she said calmly.

�Don�t want to be late�arouse any suspicions,� he said smiling at
her.

�Oh�I won�t tell,� she said quickly.

�I didn�t mean�um�I was meaning you being out too long,� he said
realizing he must have sounded like he�d warned her. �That you
might have had an accident,� he added sounding a little
flustered.

She nodded.

�They expect me�regular as clockwork,� she said. �But I won�t
tell,� she repeated. �It�s our secret.�

�That�s cool,� he said quietly; relieved she had brought up the
issue of discretion. �You�re a cool girl�and sorry�you know�the
water balloons,� he added sheepishly.

She paused in the doorway and then looked back at him.

�I�m kind of like it,� she said with an impish grin.

He couldn�t help but laugh.

�What�getting your clothes soaked?� he chuckled.

�Well�no�not so much that�but�you know�afterwards�in the
kitchen,� she said with a goofy grin.

�I kind of liked it too�and you were great�fantastic,� he said
with a smile.

She grinned and tarried in the doorway.

�I bet you say that all the time,� she said with a wry smile.

�No�really,� he said. �Definitely the best today�err�this
week�ever,� he stammered trying not to make it seem cheap praise.

�Yeah right,� she said and shook her head. �The balloons�water
balloons�good idea,� she said with a grin. �I wished I�d have
thought of that,� she said smiling at him.

�It was bad enough you slinging my paper all over the place
without having you throw water balloons at your customers,� he
laughed. �Just get it onto the porch in future,� he said with a
grin.

�I might,� she said and poked him playfully.

They both laughed and there was a pause.

�Will you come back again�to visit?� he asked tentatively;
sensing he was pushing his luck too far with this kid.

�Are you sure�you want me to?� she said with a surprised look on
her face.

�I promise there will be no more water balloons�pranks,� he said
making a cross over his heart with a finger. �Just�you know�nice
stuff�you and me,� he added.

She smiled knowingly and nodded.

�OK�so when can I see you again?� he asked feeling excited the
impromptu sex hadn�t turned her off.

�Tomorrow,� she said quickly. �I�ll hurry through my round. I
have a break Monday through Wednesday next week so tomorrow�s the
last day for awhile,� she added.

�Tomorrow it is then�um�I don�t know your name,� he said and
laughed in embarrassment he had no idea who she was apart from
his paper girl.

In fact it seemed absurd she had blown him and he had no idea of
her name.

�Frankie�Francesca�Frankie. Everybody calls me Frankie,� she said
smiling at him. �And you�re Jeff,� she added.

�Frankie Francesca who, and how did you know my name was Jeff?�
he said with a grin.

�Just Frankie will do,� she said firmly.

 He was surprised she wouldn�t say her last name.

�I saw your name on the customer sheet when we got our papers�the
first time I took this route,� she continued. �It�s good to know
the customers names when we deliver near Christmas�we come to the
door�for tips,� she said with a grin.

�Oh you�ve earned your tips�a big tip,� he laughed and nodded his
understanding of her reason for knowing the customers name at
each address.

�Well I�ll go now,� she said, but she seemed reluctant;
eventually she turned to leave the house.

�Frankie,� he said quickly, and she turned back just as he caught
her and embraced her.

She stiffened but he kissed her gently and soon she melted and
put an arm around his neck. He pulled her in close and shoved his
groin against her upper thigh and held her tight. Eventually he
broke the kiss and she gasped for air.

�Wow,� she said breathlessly. �That was nice.�

�It was real nice Frankie,� he said pushing his semi-hard cock
suggestively against her as he held her face tenderly. �Our
secret, come back and see me soon.�

�Tomorrow�our secret�I�d better go,� she said a little flustered
at his suggestive humping of her thigh.

�Tomorrow,� he said with a chuckle and she eventually slipped
away from him and walked out of the house.

He watched her from his window as she went to her bike. She
flipped the stand up and straddled the seat; and with a last look
at his house, she pedaled off up the road out of sight. Once she
had gone he started to feel hollow inside. The sex had been way
stupid. He turned and slowly walked to the kitchen and retrieved
the damp towel he�d given her and slowly walked up the stairs and
went into his room and sat on the bed. Paper girl
Frankie�Francesca. Christ that was surreal what had happened.

�Oh my fucking God,� Jeff said quietly to himself. �You�ve just
let an underage girl suck your dick�YOU STUPID, STUPID FUCK,� he
said raising his voice to castigate himself.

Yet she was clearly up to it. He�d thought her a precocious
little bitch out on the lawn. But now as he reflected on her, he
wondered if she had quietly wanted something to happen. Was that
reasonable to assume? He recalled she had said she threw his
paper everywhere but on the porch because of her sister; he was a
shit for having one-night-stands like guys did with her sister.
He stared at the floor as he pondered Frankie�s strange
connection with her sister and with him and his sex life; and why
Frankie had decided he was a villain. She certainly changed her
mind in a hurry. He showered and felt better and even masturbated
as he stood under the water, reliving the sight of the preteen
sucking his cock. With mixed emotions he tumbled into bed and
dozed for a couple of hours before rising for the day. Despite
his pangs of remorse, he felt better as the day went on and
decided not to go out that Saturday night. He went to bed quite
early and couldn�t wait to see her again Sunday morning;
blissfully masturbating in anticipation of the next day.

***

She came back next morning as planned. Despite the Sunday paper
being bulkier and usually longer to take to deliver, she was
there about six forty-five. He was waiting in the lounge for her
and she slipped inside the door, a mixture of apprehension and
excitement.

�Where�s your bike?� he said after briefly embracing her in
greeting.

�On your lawn�inside the trees,� she said referring to a low
stand of trees on his front boundary with the sidewalk; they
obscured much of his house from the street.

Jeff guided her quickly to his couch and as she removed her
jacket he sat back and opened his bathrobe to reveal he was
already hard from controlled stroking in anticipation of her
arrival. There seemed little point going through some
time-wasting preamble. They both knew what he meant when he asked
her back. She stood watching him stroke himself and he nodded to
his cock. Frankie stooped and took it in her hand; Jeff easing
back and placing his hands on his thighs. Frankie squatted
between his knees and for a few minutes, she toyed with the cock.
Staring at it and reminding herself what it looked like and how
hard it felt. The reddened mushroom head was shiny from the pearl
of precum that oozed from the eye in the head. She was fascinated
with it. How soft the skin was yet how hard the cock was. She
went to one knee and sucked him.

�Oh God y-e-s-s-s-s,� Jeff groaned as she started to stroke and
suck; the slurping noises soon became their only sound.

She had learned quickly and seeing he was naked under his robe,
she reached up and fondled the large balls sitting against the
couch base. She�d not seen them yesterday, let alone handle them.
She paused sucking for a few moments while she studied the
wrinkled ball sac and felt the odd sensation of lightly pinching
the balls inside the wrinkled skin bag. Having familiarized
herself with his balls, she went down on him again and got back
to earnest slurping and sucking as she twirled her tongue over
the head. He placed his hands on her head and soon they found a
rhythm as he gently guided her, softly whispering encouragement.
This time she sensed his impending ejaculation and she went to
both knees and clung to his cock as she toiled to stay with him.
Jeff pushing her head down as he cum hard and loudly into her
mouth. Frankie stayed with him this time. He was grateful
although somewhat surprised she did not try to pull away. It was
obvious she came today with the thought she would not balk at his
cumming. She took it all; nary a drop was spilled and after he
had gasped and wrung the last drops from his balls, he collapsed
back on the couch and she eased back off him. Jacking him as she
grinned at her success of getting him off, and she wiped the
corner of her mouth.

�Fantastic,� he gasped and he gently stroked her cheek. �That was
fantastic.�

�I took it all�I knew I could,� she said a little breathlessly.

�Yes you did,� he chuckled and lovingly stroked her neck and ear
as he stared at her pretty face. �Come up here.�

She rose and leaned forward against him and he clasped her to him
and kissed her tenderly. His hard cock still jutting up and she
felt it against her stomach. After a few minutes of making out
she broke the kiss and eased back and reached for the cock.

�He�s still hard,� she said and stroked it.

�You do that to me,� he said and stroked her face lovingly.

The oral sex had lasted no more than fifteen minutes from the
time she took her jacket of.

�How long does it take you to get home?� he asked glancing at his
watch.

�Hmm�not long�five minutes or so. We live close�this is the end
of my route,� she said.

They had nearly half an hour before she needed to get going. He
was determined to use the time wisely. He rolled her back against
the back of the padded couch and they made out. Jeff slowly
becoming freer with his hands and soon he had one up her sweat
shirt and inside of her training bra cup. She moaned nervously as
she felt his hand slide under her bra. He was pleased she didn�t
seem fazed by it. Soon his other hand strayed to the crotch of
her jeans and she moved a little and splayed one leg off the
couch to open herself up to his feeling her through her jeans. He
was twenty-nine, she was twelve. His experience outweighed her by
years. Yet she was up for all he threw at her. He pushed her top
up and exposed a breast and sucked it while still feeling her
sex. Nipping the small nipple with his lips as he suckled her
breast. Pushing the heel of his hand against her pubis and
feeling the warmth there; feeling her push her hips back against
his hand. He stayed hard and deciding not to push his luck
getting into her pants, he eventually rolled half off her on his
side and dragged her hand back to his erection. This visit
finished with her slipping from the couch and kneeling beside it
as he lay on his back and she blew him a second time. Once again
taking his load without a second thought. Wiping her lips with a
finger as she swallowed the residue of semen in her mouth. With
her upper clothing tidied up, and putting her jacket back on, he
walked her to the door and they kissed for a minute or two; Jeff
once again overtly pushing his hand between her legs and feeling
the swell of her sex behind the raised seam of her jeans crotch.
Once she was outside, he watched her walk down to her bike inside
the tree line at the front, and her broad grin and wave as she
left to ride her bike home. Already promising a return the
following Thursday when her route duties resumed from her days
off.

Jeff became fixated with her. Thursday was a repeat of Sunday,
and Friday a repeat of Thursday with her blowing him and him
feeling her naked breast and rubbing her crotch through her
jeans. Determined to lead her forward he ventured to unzip her
flies and she adjusted her position on the couch so he could push
his hand inside her panties waist and feel her naked sex. She was
hairless down there still; yet to show any sign of pubic hair.
Her jeans were too tight and cramped his hand and the intent of
getting fingers inside her hampered by the restriction of the
jeans. The gains were tempered with frustration by the limited
opportunity to actually penetrate her with his fingers. That
brought them to Saturday morning when he knew she did not have to
rush off promptly because she didn�t have to eat breakfast and
then change for school. Instead of getting his cock in her mouth
at the beginning, he reversed the order so the making out and
feeling the breasts went first. Opening her jeans and pushing
them from her hips. She glanced at him quizzically but didn�t
resist and he succeeded in getting the jeans and panties to just
above her knees, baring her crotch and upper thighs. Frankie did
not flinch and conscious of her jeans and panties hampering her
spreading her legs, she strained to part her thighs as best she
could and lay back in the crook of his arm as he fingered her
intimately; eventually getting a finger inside her vagina to the
second knuckle. Jeff was so turned on by the feel of her juvenile
sex and the progress he�d made he half rolled on her and taking
his cock in hand, he rubbed it against her bare labia. He lost it
quickly and she hugged him and felt the warm wet splashes of
semen on her sex lips and pubis. He eventually rolled away,
feeling a little foolish he�d behaved more like a virgin teenage
boy than sophisticated mature lover of women. She turned him on
so much. They lay for awhile and she moved away and lifted her
hips.

�Urlk,� she said with a grimace. �It�s running down my butt,� she
added with a wry smile.

�Get used to that feeling,� he said with a grin. �It will be one
of the most familiar through your life.�

She glanced at him and pulled a face. He massaged her crotch and
smeared his semen around her pubis and labia. She took his cock
and murmured her appreciation he was still hard. They switched
positions and she went down on him. She was now crouching along
his body. He came a second time under her now practiced mouth and
hand. Taking his second load without spilling a drop. Following
this leap forward in his ultimate plan of nailing her, the jeans
were routinely pulled down from that day forth. Frankie totally
consenting to his advances day to day such that the venue shifted
to his bedroom and she was eventually stripped naked. The two
lovers lying on his bed in a naked embrace. He�d went down on her
and she was fascinated by his attention there and lay back and
lightly held his head as he slurped and sucked at her young sex.
Jeff intoxicated by the hairless pubis and the firm tone of her
labia; the scent and feel of her vagina as he slid a finger
inside. She opened her legs wide so her feet were nearly at each
edge of the bed. He lay between her legs and worked her over with
his tongue as she sighed and gasped in enjoyment and held his
head. Frankie genuinely felt some arousal and he noted she seemed
in a distracted daze as he glanced up while his tongue ravaged
her juvenile clit; and the saliva drooled down her slit acted as
lube so he got two fingers inside her. He eased over her and
toyed his cock up and down her slit; pausing to nudge the
slightly dilated opening of her vagina. Spread gently by the
fingering he had given her. For the first time since that day she
first blew him she showed a little reluctance to his advances as
he became more insistent as he shoved his cock around her vaginal
opening.

�It�ll hurt,� she gasped and she lifted her hips away to stop him
penetrating her.

�Wait a moment,� he whispered and he eased up across her and
reached to the top drawer of his nightstand.

Pulling back as he retrieved a tube of KY. She lay pensive; her
legs open with him leaning over her as he flipped the cap and
squeezed a generous dollop of the gel onto his fingers. She
watched him as he pushed the goo into her sex and she lifted her
hips and gasped at how cool it felt. Eventually relaxing as the
gel actually helped as his fingers slid and skidded over her
tender flesh. She gave up any thought of further objection and
knew her time had come. A small thought flashed through her mind;
she would be the first girl in class to have sex. A peculiar
thought given the enormity of what was about to happen. Jeff
slowly got his cock into her. Frankie drawing her knees up and
lifting her hips instinctively as the adult cock slowly spread
her open. She clamped her bottom lip in her teeth and held her
breath. He went deep and she felt his pubic hair rubbing against
her. Her eyes opened wide realizing he was right inside and there
was no pain; not really even any discomfort. She knew enough
about her anatomy to anticipate a rupturing of her hymen; yet
also the possibility some girl�s hymens ruptured through natural
activity. Frankie felt no pain and a smile came to her lips.

�He�s in,� she whispered faintly to herself as Jeff slowly began
to fuck her.

He fucked her slow and as he became more tuned into her
tightness, he sighed and gasped in delight at how gorgeous it
was. Slowly adjusting his weight on a hand as he leaned over her.
Frankie bringing her hands to his shoulders and for several
minutes they stared at each other as he slowly fucked her. After
a few minutes he paused and spent some time toying with her hard
little breasts; Frankie stroking his hair lovingly with a hand.
Jeff resumed as the urge to shoot passed and he carefully and
deliberately fucked her. Going deeper as the seconds ticked by.
Moving his hands down her flanks and under her buttocks so he
held her as he rutted firmer. Frankie began to grunt and gasp in
unison to his in-stroke; more as reflex than genuine arousal from
the cock spreading her open. As Jeff neared ejaculation he sped
up and lifted his head as he began to feel it building inside of
him. She ran a hand over his shoulder tenderly and studied his
face lovingly as he finally let go and began grunting and gasping
as he held himself rigid and unloaded into her. She beamed in
happiness at his cumming so enjoyably and she embraced him and
her eyes watered and she wept. Not in pain or anguish for the
loss of her innocence, but in love for this guy who she believed
she had fallen in love with these past weeks.

***

Frankie and Jeff became regular lovers. Five days out of eight
she delivered her papers quickly and ended each route under the
man fucking her. Jeff had a personal fuck toy. The girl had no
concept of democracy in sex and she simply did what he wanted. He
indulged himself by spreading her open and fucking her in
whatever position came to mind. Each liaison lasting no more than
forty-five minutes at most before she had to dress quickly and
bike away home. Jeff was always already naked and hard as she
slipped inside his front door. Their only interruption came when
the summer holidays arrived and Frankie went to stay several
weeks with her grandparents. Returning to her route and spreading
out on Jeff�s bed. There was one day where she conspired to spend
more time with him, based around her mother�s schedule that day.
She met with him as usual before breakfast and Jeff lovingly put
her on her hands and knees and indulged himself with her doggie
fashion. Urging Frankie to rock back on her hands and knees as he
remained still; kneeling behind her. Toying with her anal pucker
with his thumb as she rocked back and forth on her hands and
knees. Jeff holding her hips and cumming hard once he had past
the point of control. She dressed and left him, promising she
could return near lunchtime when her mother left her at home to
go to a hair appointment.

She returned as promised about eleven forty-five and they laughed
and giggled in joy at the extra time together. He rolled on his
back and pulled her over him and she spent nearly half an hour
just straddling him with his cock jammed hard up her. Settling
into a rhythm riding him until he made her slow and the two
giggled and jived with each other as she remained impaled on his
cock. Before he signaled she could start fucking him again. He
finished off by taking her off the bed and placed a pillow over
the top of his dresser and back-scuttling her as she crossed her
arms on the pillow and watched their reflection in the mirror as
he fucked her; Jeff cumming hard and groaning as he filled her
yet again. She dressed and left to bike home, but promising she
could return near four o�clock. Her mother was meeting her father
for drinks after work and had sworn her to behave at home alone
until her parents would arrive home at seven. Just as she
promised him, she returned a third time. Putting her bike inside
the trees as she usually did and skipping to his door to be
spirited up to his room. She was well fucked three times that
day. Jeff pinning her under him in the missionary position;
Frankie made to hold her legs in her hands as he indulged
himself. He was genuinely fatigued after he cum that last visit.

As Frankie never got off at all she was not tired and as he lay
dozing and fatigued from fucking her a third time that day, she
wandered naked to the bathroom. Walking past his spare room she
noted his laptop set up and she stepped inside the room. It was
near five thirty so she had time to kill before she would have to
leave. Frankie sat down and opened a web browser on Jeff�s laptop
and merrily went to a porn site her friend Marilyn had showed her
during a sleepover some weeks back. She happily surfed porn but
soon became bored at the contrived scenarios as it was mostly
clips of professional porn movies. She noted the webcam eye in
the screen surround of the laptop and she went to his desktop and
found his webcam program. She opened it and giggled as she saw
herself displayed in a corner preview box. Marilyn had a webcam
on their home computer and she knew you could use it full screen
and record yourself. Not that she had any idea of recording
herself. She somehow got the preview screen so her image was now
full screen. She amused herself posing in front of the camera.
Tilting the screen so the camera picked up her crotch; gleefully
opening he legs and lewdly spreading her labia. She giggled
quietly and often glanced furtively at the door in case Jeff woke
and came in and found her showing off.

He did come in. Just when she was emboldened to stand up and bend
over with her back to the webcam, peering back and studying the
plumpness of her sex between her buttocks, he walked in. There
followed a great amount of laughter and giggling as he teased her
about being so narcissistic with her naked body. A body he�d
genuinely become addicted to. Sitting on the computor chair he
turned it sideways to the webcam and motioned her to squat and go
down on him. She giggled and did as she was told and for the next
few minutes, she sucked him while glancing sideways to watch
herself on the laptop screen. Somewhere when she turned back to
service his cock more thoroughly, she did not see him move the
mouse to set the webcam to recording. Knowing he had slyly
started it recording he got her to stand.

�Back up Franks,� he said as he turned the chair to face the
webcam.

She stood between him and the desk and backed towards him
realizing what he intended. With a degree of awkwardness she
reached back and positioned his erect cock and slowly eased back
on it. Jeff lifting her up so her feet rested flat on the tops of
his thighs. He peered around her body as he held her steady and
saw her eyes opened wide as she saw his cock half inside her
hairless sex.

�Oh wow,� she laughed.  �It looks great,� and she slowly let her
butt drop so the cock vanished inside of her.

She giggled gleefully and rose up again so the cock slowly
appeared. Getting the monitor screen oriented so they had them
centered, she proceeded to fuck for them both. Jeff steadying her
as she began to rise up and down in reverse-cowgirl position. The
pair let the lewd show continue, watching themselves on the
laptop until Jeff became close and finally lost it; pulling her
hard back down as he cum hard inside her. Frankie giggling with
glee at the expression on his face as he filled her. Then
followed a few minutes where he lifted her and they poked and
prodded between her sex lips and teased the semen back out of
her. He stood and made her kneel on the chair and pushed it
closer so her sex filled the screen and he played with her so the
semen finally ran from her sex. He pushed the chair away from the
desk and more of her came into view looking back at the monitor
and giggling. Eventually he reached forward and used the mouse to
stop the recording. She was shocked to see he had recorded them
and there followed a lot of giggling and laughing as she accused
him of being sneaky.

�Look at this,� he said reducing the full screen image to show
the program home screen and the thumbnail of the recording.

He clicked on it and her eyes opened wide and she beamed as she
saw them fill the screen. She perched on his knee and the pair
watched their previous sex. Frankie holding his cock lovingly and
Jeff with an arm around her waist; their eyes glued to the image
of her bouncing up and down on his cock as he sat in the chair.
They were silent by the end of it. Both genuinely enthralled by
what they had created. Secure knowing the image had not been
transmitted anywhere.

�That was hot,� she said in a whisper.

�It sure was,� he agreed and he fingered her sex gently.

�I have to go,� she cautioned, realizing he was hard again.

�Just a few minutes,� he said urgently and pushed her forward and
placed her hands on the edge of the desk front.

He pushed the chair back and coming up behind her, he positioned
his cock at her sex, Frankie reaching back and unhooking her
labia that were being pressed inwards by the thick cock. Jeff
started the webcam recording and they made a four minute clip as
Jeff fucked the girl from behind as she leaned towards the
camera. No graphic visual of their sexes, just the clear image
she was being fucked from behind. After he came loudly he reached
forward and stopped the recording. Frankie retrieved her clothes
from his bedroom and stood with him and dressed as they watched
the second recording. Despite it not being as graphic as the
first they both enjoyed seeing themselves.

�Far out,� Frankie said using an old hippy term. �Better than in
front of the mirror.�

�You�re incredible,� he said embracing her, now fully clothed.

He was always careful to give her praise, believing she needed
constant reinforcement about their illicit affair. Frankie left
and he played the two clips over and over several times;
indulging in an urgent bout of masturbation before turning the
laptop off for the day. The webcam became a part of their sex
when there was time to move off the bed. Usually weekends when
she could stay a little longer. The mustered about eight clips of
various sexual escapades.

***

One day Frankie didn�t show when he expected her to. Nor the next
and the next. Each day a paper was on his porch. He was annoyed
the first day she didn�t show. A little perplexed the second day
and then downright worried the third. He waited at the living
room window the fourth day and saw a teen boy pause inside his
front gate and hurl the paper to his porch. He knew Frankie
usually had three days off in a row. If someone else had done her
route because she had taken an unplanned break from schedule, she
should have been back today. Unless she had deliberately avoided
him the past three days and this was the alternate paper boy this
day. He waited dressed next morning and went down to the front
gate and waited for the paper boy. The kid arrived; a youth of
about fifteen or so.

�You�re new,� Jeff said amiably as he took the paper form the
teen.

�Yep�started a few days ago,� he said.

�What happened to the regular kid?� Jeff asked pretending to
peruse the front page of his paper.

�I have no idea,� the kid answered. �All I know is that this is
my route now. I�m Trent by the way,� he said.

�Hi Trent,� Jeff said and shook the boy�s hand. �Well�thanks for
the paper. Must get off to work,� Jeff added, realizing he knew
all the boy knew.

The boy bid him farewell and rode off.

He watched each day for a few more days and saw Trent deliver his
paper. Two weeks had passed before Jeff accepted Frankie was not
returning. He didn�t even know her last name except to know she
lived not far from him. He had no idea where to look. He thought
abut calling the paper delivery people and inquiring after her,
but thought better of it given her age. A month dragged by and no
word of Frankie. Given the sexual affair with her these past four
months, Jeff had stopped going to clubs in search of promiscuous
bimbos as a promise to Frankie. He had remained faithful to her
at her insistence. Eventually he started going out again and
after about six weeks, despite the frequent pangs of concern
somehow the affair with Frankie may be discovered, he settled
back into his old promiscuous life; but still yearning for the
return of his little lover. He sought out younger and younger
girls. He met a young blond girl called Lizzie at a crowded bar
one night and brought her home quite early in the morning. She
said she worked as a manicurist while studying a few papers on
physiotherapy at the local college. He wasn�t really that
interested in her work or academic career and soon they were
fucking on his bed. Lizzie turned out to be intensely amoral and
the sex was great. He took her home the Saturday morning and she
asked if he would be at the bar again that night; not expecting
he would ask her out. She knew men like Jeff just as he probably
knew women like her. They always kept their options open by not
setting follow up dates. There was always someone else to meet
for both of them. But he went back to the same bar and he and
Lizzie arrived back at his place just after eleven with the
primary intent to get their rocks off on each other again.

Jeff fucked her doggie fashion the second time they balled,
somewhere near two in the morning. He toyed with her anus and
shoved the pad of her thumb in.

�Ouch,� she winced and pushed a hand back to bat his away. �Get
some lube if you want to put in there,� she mumbled.

Jeff�s eyes widened. She wasn�t objecting to the ass play, just
the fact she was dry and his thumb irritating her. He leaned over
her back and just managed to pull the drawer of his nightstand
open and retrieve the KY.

He heard her snort of exasperation when she realized he�d taken
her at his word. But she didn�t object as he greased her anus
while still having his cock buried in her cunt. Jeff sodomized
her. The girl resigned to the fact that�s what he was intending
when he felt her asshole, and she as much as gave him the green
light with the proviso he had lube. Lizzie steeled herself and
coached him, clearly demonstrating she�d taken it in the butt
before. Jeff had never fucked anyone in the ass before. Lizzie
coached him so he entered carefully and he heard her controlling
her breathing and flexing her pelvic floor muscles as he slowly
slid into her. She was well practiced and soon she was gasping
and groaning as he sodomized her. Lizzie with her forehead on a
pillow and a hand back fingering her clitoris. Jeff was amazed as
he had a fantastic orgasm and he felt her asshole contract and
throb as she came. He was so turned on he flooded her bowel and
collapsed over her. Gabbling deliriously how great it was. They
fell into a post-sexual stupor and lay on his bed. He woke
somewhere near daybreak and with some difficulty roused her to
take him in the ass again. Lizzie was tired and wanted to sleep
but took the lead as she helped him penetrate her as she lay in
the missionary position; his cock once again sheathed tight in
her ass. She was awake enough to rub her clitoris once more and
once again treated him to another fantastic orgasm before he
finally spewed into her bowel a second time. They both passed out
with fatigue.

The anal sex got him hooked. Rather than move on from Lizzie, and
perhaps luck out with another pick up when he wanted anal sex, he
actually asked her out and she agreed. They had a nice dinner and
she told him about her plans. Not quite twenty, she roomed with
two other girls in a cramped apartment in the town. The shit job
was rally to pay rent and the hours suited so she could do
college. He was actually quite taken with her after the dinner.
He realized his constant diet of one night stands did not allow
him to ever relate to them as people. Just cunts on legs to
plow through and ditch afterwards. Sure he�d been married, and
after his divorce he and his partner Louise had had a good
relationship before it folded when he refused to commit to get
hitched. But now listening to Lizzie, he realized how much he
missed actual companionship. He reflected that he even got that
from the young Frankie more-so than his one-night-stands. The nice
dinner date with Lizzie was followed by torrid sex. Jeff being
careful to keep it straight the first time they got off. Giving
Lizzie a good going over with his mouth before fucking her hard,
both cumming close together. It was still quite early and they
went downstairs and he made a snack and they sucked a beer before
padding back upstairs and Jeff sheepishly initiating some ass
play. Lizzie reached for his lube and flipped the tube behind her
in mute consent to be fucked in the ass and she got into position
on her knees; and this time held her buttocks open as he slid
inside her greased hole. The anal coupling floored them both and
they passed out and slept through to daybreak.

Lizzie woke first and dressed in Jeff� robe. She went downstairs
and snooped about his house being as she�d really only seen his
bedroom. After noting there was not a lot going for the place,
and Jeff was no super rich dude, she drifted back upstairs. She
paused at the door of the spare room Jeff used for his computer.
She sat at the laptop and roused it from standby and opened a
browser and spent some time just surfing the net. Not porn,
mostly job sites and a few sites to do with her papers at
college. It was then she saw an icon on his desktop for webcam.
Knowing her room mate Dawn had a webcam she opened it up with the
intent on seeing if Dawn was on line. Dawn was a rather straight
studious black girl and she rose early even at the weekend. Just
as she was looking where to type in Dawn�s address, Lizzie saw
the cluster of thumbnails in the webcam folder on the main page.
She squinted at them and with an impish grin, deduced they were
miniatures of clips and after glancing at the door to check Jeff
wasn�t there, she opened one by clicking on it. The screen filled
with the image of two people fooling around and as she watched,
Lizzie�s eyes opened wider and a look of horror came over her
face.

�Frankie,� she gasped putting her hand over her. �Frankie�how�?�
she gasped to herself in horror at the image of her baby sister
kneeling and sucking Jeff�s cock as he sat in this very chair.

Lizzie trembled and quickly flicked through several more clips.
When she came to the very first clip Jeff and Frankie had made
and saw her sister bouncing up and down on Jeff�s cock as they
faced the webcam, she felt physically sick and she half stumbled
from the computer chair and staggered to the bathroom downstairs;
retching and gagging in shock and disgust at what she had
witnessed. She composed herself, and still trembling, stole back
upstairs and crept into Jeff�s bedroom. Retrieving her clothes
and bag, she backed out and went into the laptop room and dressed
quickly with trembling hands. She gathered the laptop up and
quietly went downstairs, using her mobile phone to call a cab. As
Jeff slept, she left the house and sped off in the cab. As she
sat dully in the cab having directed it to take her to the
nearest police station, she reflected on the shattering news her
family had received some weeks back. He baby sister was pregnant.
A huge shock to everyone. For some weeks Lizzie herself had
stayed celibate as a reaction to the seriousness of the
situation. Her relationship with her parents had recovered
somewhat as the family rallied around for comfort to each other.
Little Francesca was pregnant to someone and would not say who.

Lizzie reflected on her own troubled life and chronic
estrangement with her parents and she wept quietly in the cab
knowing she had been Frankie�s age when she had first had sex
with a family friend of her parents. Her entire life from that
point had been one of conflict and strife with her parents amidst
a series of bad mistakes with men and then boys her own age. Her
parents knew nothing of the two men who she had had sex with
before she was fourteen. From there the procession of teen boys
and the realization by her parents before she was fifteen that
she was sexually active. She�d graduated high school and left
home, being estranged from her parents who had near written her
off. Sick of her lies and her slutty ways through her teens. Last
year she had hit rock bottom when she went on a Spring Break road
trip with some friends. Somewhere out there on the internet was a
video of her and some of the other girls in a group sex
situation. Stoned on booze and pills and becoming aware the
following day someone had wandered through the m�nage of bodies
with a camcorder. Something she was less than proud off. She
hadn�t exactly turned over a new leaf, as was evidenced by her
initial one-night�stand with Jeff. When he�d asked her out, she
felt it was a positive move despite the fact he was ten years
older than her. Now she had his laptop clutched under her arm as
evidence of his rape of her little sister as she sat stiffly in
the back of the cab speeding to the police station. She was
determined to redeem herself and see her little sister did not go
down the same bad path she went down all because she was abused
as a preteen girl.

***

They came for Jeff somewhere near noon. He had risen after ten
and noting Lizzie had gone, shook his head in some bemusement and
promptly forgot about her and felt pleased she wouldn�t ruin his
Sunday by needing a lift home. He presumed she�d got a cab rather
than wake him. He had showered and cleaned up his room and was
cooking a late breakfast when they knocked on the door. The
detectives had already viewed all the webcam clips on his laptop,
which Jeff had no idea was gone from the room upstairs. In legal
parlance, they threw the book at him. He folded almost
immediately, his lawyer saying the only chips he had to bargain
with were to spare Frankie any further pain by pleading guilty.
He got sixteen years. The judge appalled at the sheer audacity of
his recording his odious crimes with the little girl.

Frankie had an abortion. That was set before Lizzie stumbled on
the truth. The role she played in finding Frankie�s rapist was
some sort of redemption in her parents eyes, although her mother
had reservations about how she came by the truth; and the fact
she clearly had had sexual relations with the man who�d defiled
there youngest daughter. On a scale of one to ten, she gave
Lizzie a five and half, six at most, for her role in outing Jeff.
Grateful Lizzie had found the truth but dismayed she seemed still
to be the promiscuous daughter she had tried to disown.

Lizzie lost some of her precocious spark; the one thing that had
caught Jeff�s attention that morning when he bombarded her with
the water balloons. The defiance she showed by going on the
attack as the best form of defense. The precocious
inquisitiveness and up-for-anything attitude that led him to
entice her into their deepening cavern of illicit sex. The
experience of discovering she was pregnant, well it was really
her mother who figured that out, had left Frankie frightened and
cowed by the thought of giving birth so young. Frankie had
believed that if she never had a period she couldn�t get
pregnant. How wrong she was. So it did take its toll and changed
her irrevocably.

Jeff sits inside prison. He regrets his actions every day but
knows that cuts no ice. He�s labeled as a blight on society.
He�ll never shake that. Perhaps the dice was already thrown when
Frankie got his route to deliver her papers. The young girl
discovering what he was like and yet being sucked into his web;
all because she was a little precocious.


The End


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