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 Rianne
   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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   Brad Horrell stood on the pavement looking up at the old apartment
building in Paris on an early July evening, the year of 1995.  He had
landed at Charles de Gaulle airport just over an hour ago and had taken a
taxi here to meet his old friend and past lover, Sophie Champlaine.  The
libertine Sophie would provide him with much needed perspective, following
the bombshell that Brad's wife Maria had dropped on him; that she was
leaving him for another man called Tom Whittle.  During the flight across
the Atlantic, Brad had relived the past eight days from when Maria had
calmly told him she loved him but was not in love with him.  She was in
love with someone she had met and developed a relationship with over the
past thirteen months.  Using Brad's frequent absence because of his job as
an international airline pilot, to advance and nurture the relationship;
finally deciding to tell Brad and move in with her new man.  The stage had
been set and she had farmed their two children Alison 10, and Gary 8, out
for the night while she delivered her bad news.  There was plenty of `it's
not you it's me' and `we've grown apart' and finally assertions `that it's
for the best, if I don't love you the way I used to' theme.  Brad was
devastated and wept; descending into trying to cling to her and begging her
to reconsider.  It took several days before he surfaced from his self-pity
to confront the fact that Maria and the children were now living with Tom.
   There was an attempt to be stoic about the situation and he pleaded for
permanent weekend access to his kids being as he was usually away Monday to
Friday; which Maria agreed knowing he had to have whatever contact he could
have with them given his work schedule.  Besides, she knew he had to keep
working as before as she had expectations of child support without going to
the trouble of court orders and such like which might alienate him.  She
was determined to keep the breakup seemly and functional.  She was sincere
in her claim she still loved him but knew was in love with Tom, with little
romantic feeling for her husband of twelve years.  Unfortunately Brad's raw
emotions were too delicate to manage the access of his children without
unwittingly trying to use them as bargaining power to somehow force Maria
to reconsider her decision.  The situation deteriorated as Maria pushed
back at Brad's demands for more of the children's time, and she finally
angrily told Brad to `deal with it' and sent the children to her parents in
Indiana for an extended summer holiday stay.  With the children temporarily
out of the frame, she stayed away from him and he was left alone to come to
terms with his new situation.  To make matters worse, his employer was not
pleased when he told them of his domestic situation.  He was preparing for
another series of trans-Atlantic shuttles which had become the norm for
him. He was immediately placed on leave and told to sort himself out.  This
would involve a series of counseling sessions so he could be assessed as to
when it was likely he could return to flying again.  The last thing the
airline wanted was a pilot churning his personal situation over in his mind
while in charge of a large airliner.
   So he had hitched a ride to Paris in a spare seat reserved for crew who
sometimes needed to reposition; and he would seek solace with his friend
Sophie.  She was somewhat avant-garde in her attitude to life and life's
obstacles yet he had come to value her insightful views on sometimes
complex personal situations of those around her.  Despite always appearing
shambolic and disorganized in her own personal life.  As he had flown
across the Atlantic, Brad could not help but reflect on the irony of
Maria's affair.  It was Brad who had been serially unfaithful to his wife
for thirteen years, starting while they were still engaged.  His frequent
overnight stays had allowed him to steadily dine out on a diet of female
flight crew and one night stands.  He ruefully reflected how he had gotten
away with scores of nights in the arms of others, yet his marriage was over
because his wife had one man and that was enough.  That her relationship
had blossomed into love was a situation Brad found most difficult to
handle. His conquests were pure egotistical sex without any thought of
forming a relationship; the majority of his partners had a similar
philosophy.  Sophie Champlaine had been one of his past bedmates and
through her he had enjoyed a degree of sexual permissiveness that whetted a
dark appetite he did not know he had.  Such was Sophie's lack of
inhibitions that Brad had been introduced to numerous m�nages with Sophie;
with both men and women.  And in parallel he had tapped into a circle of
promiscuity within the world of flight crews who had stopovers in such
cities as Paris, Lisbon, Rome, Milan and Frankfurt where Brad most
frequently flew to from New York.
   So here he stood; chastened by the past week and needing someone to talk
to.  He had had one counseling session with the airline psychologist but
the impersonal attitude of the counselor did little for him during that
first visit.  He needed Sophie who always saw the glass as half full.  Brad
heard the door-release click and pushed it open and walked into the foyer
of the building and walked to the small elevator.  Within minutes of
creaking and clanking, the elevator stopped at the third floor and he
walked to Sophie's door and pressed the buzzer.  She answered immediately
and gushed in surprise to see him.  Dragging him into the room she embraced
him and kissed him full on the mouth.
   "Brad...Brad..." she gushed in perfect English.  "It has been so
long...you naughty boy...where have you been?"
   She stepped back and made a mock frown of reproach as she admonished his
absence.
   "I've been busy," he answered with a forced chuckle.  "Really strapped
out and busy."
   "Oh pshaw," she pouted.  "You have been avoiding me I know," she
continued and gave him a light tap on the face as if to show she was
displeased and he was deliberately avoiding.
   The truth was he had been avoiding visiting her following a rather
delicate turn of events the last time he had been with her.  It involved a
m�nage with Roget, an artist friend of hers.  He had enjoyed taking turns
on the vivacious Sophie with Roget and she had eventually allowed them to
double team her anally and vaginally; as she rode Roget with Brad crouched
behind penetrating her anus.  But later it became apparent that Roget was
bisexual leaning towards homosexual, and he had offered his ass to Brad;
who after amused coaxing from Sophie, sodomized the man.  Brad had had anal
sex with numerous female partners and thoroughly enjoyed the act.  But
anally penetrating Roget turned out to be one of the best fucks he had ever
had mainly brought on by Roget's unbridled enthusiasm for getting fucked.
But after the coupling with Roget, Roget apparently expected Brad to
reciprocate and wanted to fuck Brad.  Sophie saw this as a democratic
nicety and urged Brad to permit Roget to sodomize him.  Brad refused with a
weak excuse of hemorrhoids and a tendency TO prolapse which neither Roget
nor Sophie bought, and the nights carnal sport ended in sullen acrimony,
with Brad hurriedly dressing and fleeing; his anal virginity intact.
   Sophie was indeed an intuitor and she noted Brad's demeanor and
immediately her attitude changed to one of concern.
   "What's wrong," she said quietly, taking both of his hands.
   Brad looked away and then back at Sophie; fighting off tears he thought
he would never shed in front of anyone but Maria.
   "My marriage is over," he said trying to remain calm despite the welling
emotions as he heard his voice utter the words; as if he was admitting the
truth to the world for the first time.
   "Oh Brad...why...tell me...what has happened," Sophie began.
   Brad stood with his hands held firmly by an obviously concerned Sophie.
When he didn't answer because he was trying to fight back the urge to sob
and openly cry, Sophie nudged him further for the reasons.
   "She found out about your infidelities," she said softly.  "She knows
about us...about your other lovers...one at least...maybe all," she said
trying to put the situation in context of her knowledge of Brad's carnal
liaisons.
   Brad shook his head sadly.
   "No...no none of that," he said, as he brought his emotions in check.
   The reminder of his own infidelity seemed to sober him and he
successfully fought off the urge to break down.
   "She met someone...and...well, as I was away so often...she
apparently...so she claims...fell in love with this guy," he said sadly,
but with growing control of his emotions.
   "Oh Brad...I am so sorry," Sophie said softly and embraced him to hold
him as a mother holds a hurt child.
   He embraced her and they stood for a few moments.
   "A drink," she said quickly.  "We need a drink to calm us down," and she
turned from him and walked across the large open plan living area towards
the kitchen.
   He walked slowly towards the large settee that dominated the centre of
the room and dropped his overnight bag at the end.  He stood watching her
pour two drinks.  The disgusting Pernod she always drank and a huge scotch
for him.  She walked quickly back and handed him his drink.
   "Here's to old friends and better times," she said and touched glasses
with him.
   They took a slug of their drinks and she smiled wanly at him and patted
the couch for him to sit.  The slug of scotch rattled his brain and he felt
better for it, sitting as she had indicated.  For the next fifteen to
twenty minutes, Brad filled Sophie in on what had happened with his wife
Maria and she listened respectfully, allowing him to descend into asides
and short soliloquies on the causes and reasons he had been mulling over
since that fateful night when Maria had confessed to him.  Sophie listened
respectfully and when he had obviously finished the essence of the
situation and how he was feeling, she gently interrupted as he started to
loop back around the details.
   "Brad," she said softly turning to face him.  "I think your wife's needs
are the key here."
   He stopped mid-sentence and looked a little shocked.
   "Maria...?" he stammered.
   "Yes Maria," Sophie said quickly to cut him off from continuing.
   "She has taken a huge leap and clearly believes...that all considered
this is what she wants.  I am sure it pains her very much but she is
following her heart and probably, at this point, her head and heart seem to
be on the same path," Sophie said holding his gaze.
   "But what about me...the children," he stammered.
   "She has taken all of that into consideration.  While it is not the best
for you...obviously...she has no doubt reasoned the children will not be
unnecessarily harmed in the long term.  You did say she was adamant you
would have joint custody and open access...?" Sophie continued.
   "Yes...yes...of course.  Nothing less than that," he said rather
bluntly.
   "So she has reasoned through this.  The only thing she cannot manage
directly is you and how you get through it.  In that matter she is going to
have to feel her way through and try to be as supportive of your feelings
yet follow her own.  She loves you...but she is in love with her new
man...that is what she said.  I can understand the emotion," Sophie said
and placed a hand on his shoulder.
   Brad looked at her blankly.  He knew Sophie was probably right.  He knew
that when the chips fell, Maria would protect what she wanted along with
the welfare of their children.  Any pain or regret she felt for Brad would
be pushed back in her priorities; yet she did say she felt for his
situation and while sorry for the hurt, it could not be managed any other
way.
   "It's not what I wanted to hear," he said sadly and then let out a
little nervous chuckle.  "You're the best at telling the truth in a way you
see it," he said with a wan smile.
   "It will get better in time," she said, resisting the urge to suggest
Maria may come to a realization she was wrong.
   If there was a chance his wife had erred in judgment, leave that to the
time it would manifest itself and that may be a huge fillip to Brad.  But
by then he may have worked through his separation and not be interested in
reconciliation.  `Best leave that prospect unspoken' Sophie had reasoned to
herself.  It is what it is for now and that is what he should address.
   "How long are you in Paris...where are you staying?" she said brightly,
changing the subject.
   "Um...a few days, maybe a week...I hadn't really thought of where to
stay," he said a little sheepishly; when he stood at her door, he was
hoping he could stay with her.
   "Oh..." she began cautiously picking up what he may be expecting. 
"Rianne...my daughter...is here and she is using her room," Sophie said
looking at Brad.
   He caught her drift.  `Don't think you are sleeping with me' was what
Sophie was implying.  And Rianne's room was occupied by Rianne.
   "Oh...no...no," he began.  "I hadn't expected to stay here," he lied. 
"I can get a hotel."
   "Sleep on the settee...here," she said quickly, trying to offer him a
compromise.
   She reasoned quickly that he could stay here yet there would be no
inconvenience to her or Rianne.
   "And you can stay here from tomorrow also if you wish," she said
brightly.  "I am going away for the weekend...to Cannes..."she began
quickly.  "I have a new love...he's a rich businessman and he has invited
me to stay with friends," she gushed.  "And Rianne is staying with my
friend Cheri so the apartment will be empty from tomorrow onwards.  You can
use the apartment while I am away.  You can use the sofa again when we
return; stay as long as you need to."
   She held his gaze and smiled believing she had the perfect solution.  He
could use her apartment and work through his emotions over his recent
separation.  It was perfect.  She knew he had a network of friends and
acquaintances and she believed it wouldn't be long before he was bedding
someone else as a way of getting over his wife leaving him.
   "That's great," he said with a mixture of delight and disappointment
Sophie was going off with another man.
   He shouldn't be surprised.  Sophie had a long list of lovers; some who
actually became relationships which invariably burned out.  He wasn't sure
who Rianne's father was but he had been aware of the existence of a
daughter ever since he knew Sophie.  The kid was mostly at a boarding
school and he couldn't recall if he had ever seen her.  The subject of
Rianne's father never came up so he was not sure if the man was in the
girl's life or was long gone.  Perhaps Sophie did not know who the father
was; such was her promiscuity in her twenties.
   "That's settled then," Sophie gushed and embraced him quickly; catching
him by surprise nearly causing him to spill his drink.
   It was in this friendly embrace that Brad heard a noise and turned to
see a beautiful young girl standing just inside the room from the doorway
to the bedrooms.  She was dressed in a tight plain light pink night dress
which was very short and gave the allure of promise under the garment. 
Judging by the budding swell of her chest and the hard little nipples
obvious behind the thin tight material, she was prepubescent; a preteen of
maybe eleven or twelve.  Sophie had not heard her daughter's polite cough
to alert them to her presence and Brad took the opportunity to stare
intently at the girl and took in the obvious subtle form of the young
woman-to-be within the body of a girl.  This was Rianne.  He instantly
remembered her but now she was not the little girl as he remembered.  She
was now older and her blond wavy hair and the delicious almost naturally
pouting mouth made him swallow hard.  She was clearly not much older than
his daughter Alison yet clearly displayed a juvenile sexuality that Alison
had yet to attain.  That promise that made men turn their heads to study
the woman-to-be; to covet them as sexual partners despite their young age.
   "Mama," Rianne said to alert her mother.
   Sophie hearing the girl's voice broke her embrace with Brad and looked
around to see the girl.  She smiled proudly at Brad and then turned back to
her daughter.
   "Come her Cheri and meet my old friend Brad," she said to the girl.  And
then to Brad; "she has grown so fast," Sophie said this in a loud whisper
so Rianne would hear but appearing as she was speaking only to Brad.
   "Oh my goodness Cheri," she giggled.  "That nightgown is so small for
you now...a little more decorum please," Sophie giggled and waved a finger
at the obvious sight of Rianne's immature nipples jutting out.
   The girl stared directly at Brad and made no effort to adjust the
material to make the pointy nipples less prominent and sat beside her
mother, who placed an arm around her shoulder.
   "This is my pride and joy," Sophie said glancing at Brad; and then
turned back to Sophie.  "I thought you were asleep," she said and touched
her forehead to the girl's.
   Brad drank in the girl's face.  It was perfect and he could see her pale
blue eyes.  He loved the subtle kink to her long hair that gave her mane a
somewhat wayward yet chic look.  The girl stared back at him noting the
look; she had come to learn this look of men who clearly desired her, and
she liked it.
   "I heard voices," Rianne said in perfect English.
   "Brad has come to visit and we have decided that as he is in Paris for a
few days, he can stay here while you and I are away," Sophie explained.
   Rianne's expression did not change and she kept studying the man.  He
was vaguely familiar but she wasn't sure she could place him.  She had
caught her mother in flagrante with a number of men on this very settee as
she had been growing up.  Sophie was not always discrete with the men she
brought back to her apartment for a night of love making.  Rianne had seen
a number of men between her amoral mother's legs.  And she had also seen a
few erect male penises as she had crouched and watched her mother in sexual
congress; before and after actual intercourse.
   "Rianne...did you hear what I said?" Sophie said to get the girl's
attention.
   Rianne looked at her mother and back at Brad.
   "I heard mama...he's going to use our apartment while we are away," the
girl paraphrased to show she had been listening.
   Brad looked at the girl and then at Sophie.
   "Are you sure I'm not intruding though," he began.
   "Oh shush, hush," Sophie said quickly cutting him off.  "It's settled.
Tomorrow I go to Cannes and Rianne goes to Sur-le-Marne and you stay here
and look after our house," she said with a satisfied smile.
   Rianne broke from her mother and stood and walked barefoot to the
kitchen.  Brad wanted to watch her but he was cognizant of Sophie's
closeness and did not want to ogle her daughter in front of her.  As Rianne
tripped lightly to the sink, he glanced at the retreating figure and noted
the night gown caught in the crack of her delicious buttocks.  The girl had
her head down slightly and almost turned back a little as if she knew he
was looking at her.  She liked men looking at her.  She knew why they
looked at her to.  Men wanted to fuck her.  She and her schoolgirl friends
had decided that was true of all men who saw their young bodies developing.
And this American was very handsome.  She wanted him to stare, though her
mother's presence was a bit of a hindrance.  Had he had her mother to?  She
bet he had.
   Rianne poured a glass of water and stood in the kitchen area watching
her mother and the American.  Brad glanced at her often as he and Sophie
chatted about Sophie's new man and their impending visit to Cannes. 
Eventually Rianne bid the two a loud good night to signal she was leaving
the room and Sophie frowned a little catching the implication in the girl's
loud farewell.  Rianne believed she and Brad wanted to be left alone to
have sex.  Sophie felt annoyed at this subtle insinuation by Rianne but
also knew the girl had caught her with men on a number of occasions.  The
girl was growing up.  And she had tried to instill a sense of propriety in
Rianne by explaining her own miscues with men, including those Rianne had
witnessed, as a way of teaching the girl about judgment and decisions.  It
could never be said that Sophie treated her daughter in a way totally
opposite to her own liberal upbringing.  She knew the girl would be
confronted with situations requiring judgment and decision and she was
determined not to pretend these situations would not involve encounters
that could be sexual.  It was a fine line Sophie felt she must tread yet
not dissuade the girl from seeing life as it was.  The boarding school was
her token attempt to cocoon the girl as much as provide Sophie with freedom
to live her life of freewheeling relationships; which made Rianne's visits
home all the more stark in contrast when Rianne had witnessed her mother's
promiscuity first hand.
   Eventually Sophie made up a bed on the sofa for Brad, and both warmed by
several more stiff drinks, Sophie kissed him tenderly before leaning back
and almost breathing the words "it will be all right Brad.  You will see.
It will work out one way or the other with your wife and family."
   Brad nodded; reluctantly agreeing with her, and she blew him a kiss and
drifted from the room.  She did not see Rianne scramble from the doorway
back to her room.  The girl had snuck back to the doorway and had crouched
watching; sure her mother and the American would have sex.
   ***
   Brad woke to the sound of the telephone ringing.  He had slept fitfully
but as usual, the deepest sleep came just before it was time to wake and he
sat up in sleepy confusion as the telephone had a real bell which was a
distant relic of past technology.  As he sat wondering where he was, Sophie
came into view wrapping a housecoat around her obviously naked body and she
completed tying it off as she picked up the phone.  Realizing where he was
and the events of the last evening coming back, Brad lay back and listened
to his host talk rapidly in her native tongue to whoever was on the line.
As the conversation rattled on Sophie sounded more and more frustrated with
the caller and at some point her voice hardened and she became clearly
aggressive with the caller.  Suddenly Rianne drifted past the settee, still
in the tight night gown she wore to bed, and joined her mother; looking up
at her in a sense of disbelief.  Eventually Sophie crashed the phone down
and wrapping her arms around herself, stalked about the room with Rianne
talking to her.  Brad knew a few French phrases and understood a little
more than he could speak comfortably but he had no idea what was happening
apart from it being some sort of a calamity.  Eventually Sophie remembered
Brad was there and she calmed down and walked slowly towards him.  Despite
being in her early forties, Sophie had a trim body and large firm breasts
and the housecoat did little to disguise her shapely body.
   "Apologies for the outburst," Sophie said trying to calm herself down.
   Rianne joined her mother and Sophie glanced at the girl and saw the
obvious; the night gown was provocative.
   "Rianne go and put your robe on...or get dressed," Sophie snapped.
   Brad jumped at Sophie's tone; it was so foreign to her nature.  The girl
snapped back at her mother in French and stalked off.  Brad noting the
night gown lodging in her butt crack as it had the night before.
   "Bad news?" Brad asked lamely.
   "Catastrophe," Sophie exclaimed pronouncing it in French not English. 
"My good friend Cherie has found some new suitor and has called to say she
is in Marseilles and won't now be able to look after Rianne as she
promised," she said using her fingers as inverted commas for `good friend'
to emphasize her sarcasm.  And then added with a sneer: "the cheap slut."
   Brad remained silent sensing Sophie was on the verge of one of her
infamous tantrums.  He'd witnessed them twice before where she had raged
and hurled objects around the room; thankfully not directed at him.  He
would sit and wait for his fiery French friend to work through this snag in
her plans to go to Cannes with her new lover.
   "Mon Dieu what am I to do with Rianne?" she lamented and looked around
the room as if there was an answer somewhere.  "I cannot take her with me.
I cannot leave her here," she said ruefully.
   Brad lay half resting against the arm of the settee as Sophie sat down
heavily near his feet, holding herself in dismay over her predicament.
   "What about me?" he said carefully.
   "Oh you're Ok," she retorted a little acerbically; niggled he was
thinking of his own problems and not hers.
   "No...what about I look after Rianne?" he said cautiously watching
Sophie for a negative reaction.
   Her face clouded and she frowned staring at him as if he was mad.
   "Look...my daughter...Alison...she's ten and I look after her all the
time when my wife is out.  And my son Gary who's eight, for that matter.  I
can stay here and look after Rianne."
   Sophie eyed him suspiciously but he could tell the suggestion wasn't
necessarily that stupid.  Realizing this he sat up and took one of her
hands.
   "Look...what you said...last night...about getting on with my life and
looking to my kids and how best to work into the new situation...this is
perfect.  I'm a capable father...a good father...and need to look after my
kids when they come to me.  And I can do that no trouble.  I looked after
them numerous times when Maria went to her parents when her mother was ill,
or her companies extended training events over weekends.  I can look after
Rianne to," he said holding Sophie's gaze as he spoke.  "It's the perfect
solution to your predicament."
   Sophie studied his gaze and realized he was serious.  Her doubt wasn't
that he would not be a good caregiver for Rianne.  He was a capable father;
of that she was sure.  But she was reticent because she knew Brad's sexual
wanderings could see him become frustrated at being in Paris and not being
able to free himself of his charge.
   "What about you...your need to get out and...indulge yourself, perhaps,"
Sophie said tentatively.
   "Oh God no," he laughed.  "I've just been told my wife of twelve years
is no longer in love with me.  The last thing I need now is mindless sexual
relations.  That will just confuse and hinder me getting over it.  It's
loose and temporary and the truth will always be there afterwards.  What
better way than to have to behave responsibly and help someone who has put
their trust in me," he said starting to emphatically believe himself as he
heard his logic.
   Sophie took his arm and looked at him intently.  She could see he meant
it.
   "Are you sure?" she said cautiously.
   "Of course.  It's the perfect solution," he repeated.
   ***
   Rianne did not object to the changed situation.  In fact she was
secretly delighted by it, yet maintained an "if it has to be" attitude to
being stuck her with a middle-aged man.  In truth her mother's friend
Cherie was a lot of fun and Rianne genuinely was looking forward to staying
with Cherie on her small property at Sur-le-Marne, near the canal.  Cherie
was a free spirit and she often talked to Rianne about her loves; and much
to Sophie's chagrin, often gave too detailed explanations of her lovers
physical attributes and sexual prowess.  Cherie also had a number of
all-woman affairs to recant; and yet Sophie trusted the woman implicitly
with Rianne's virtue.  Now that the arrangement for Brad to look after
Rianne had been agreed, Sophie likewise never once considered anything
inappropriate about leaving Rianne with Brad.  He was, she was sure, a
loving caring father of a girl of similar age to Rianne; but most of all a
good friend.  It never once occurred to her there was any impropriety in
leaving Rianne in his care.
   And so that morning Sophie left for the airport to fly to Cannes to join
her new boyfriend for the weekend; returning Sunday evening.  She left by
taxi; Rianne embracing her mother before she got in and closed the door. 
Sophie turned back and waved through the rear window at her daughter and
Brad standing on the sidewalk together as the taxi left the street.  Brad
had dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt and she smiled at how casual he
seemed today.  Not the uptight mess that had come through her doorway
yesterday evening.  Rianne wore a short pink skirt and white blouse. 
Sophie insisting the girl wear the plain cotton training bra she had bought
for her.  Rianne had scowled and lamented there were more chic examples of
brassieres for budding breasts; but Sophie had wagged a finger at her and
admonished her for even thinking she would consider expensive lingerie for
a young girl.  Her mother gone, Rianne bounced to the elevator ahead of
Brad and he stopped momentarily when he caught a flash of her white
knickers as she skipped to the elevator door.  He wondered why she was so
obviously happy when she had been so indifferent to the new arrangement
while her mother was present.  His heart skipped a beat as Rianne stepped
into the elevator and then with an impish smile, curled a finger at him as
if to come hither.  It was an innocent childish coquetry but he saw past
the supposedly innocent action.  He suddenly realized; `I have nearly three
days alone with a nubile preteen and she's not my daughter'.  He swallowed
hard.  Standing in the ancient elevator holding the concertina doors open,
Rianne saw the look on his face and smiled warmly to herself.  `This is
going to be more fun than being with aunt Cherie...I just know it' she
thought smugly.
   They rode the elevator to the third floor in silence; Brad occasionally
looking down at the nubile girl standing slightly in front of him.  Rianne
had a faint smile on her lips knowing he was looking at her with more than
fatherly interest.  She and her school friends occasionally went on
provocative flashing tours of a mall in the town near by her boarding
school.  Dressed in their school uniforms, they acted innocently enough but
subtly flashed their legs and knickers while one of the team would slyly
detect which men were interested and ogling them.  Brad saw the outline of
the training bra through the blouse Rianne wore and viewed from slightly
behind her, her small breasts were defined as a gentle swell.  Arriving at
their floor, Rianne opened the elevator doors and they stepped out.  Brad
closed the doors so the next user could call the elevator and Rianne walked
to the apartment door and let herself in.  By the time Brad got there the
door had closed and the lock snibbed automatically.
   "Little bitch," Brad chuckled to himself; knowing she was teasing him.
   He tapped lightly and called her name.
   "Rianne...let me in," he said; feeling somewhat foolish he had let her
shut him out.
   She opened the door immediately, as she was standing grinning waiting
for him to call.
   "You have to be quick," she said sweetly.  "It closes quickly," and she
stared at him.
   She giggled and turned and walked to the sofa and threw herself in the
tangle of blankets that had been his bed.  She positioned herself in the
nook of one arm and the back and faced him.  One leg up along the base of
the settee, the other splayed out over the edge on the floor.  He could not
see her panties but the effect was obvious.  This was a display of her
budding sexuality; a tease.
   `You smart little cock tease' Brad thought and decided not to be bluffed
down by her.  He walked to the settee, and pulling the blankets she sat on
he caused her to lift her hips as she had trapped the end of the bedding
under her butt by accident.  As she lifted her hips in involuntary response
to his yanking the blankets, he caught a full view of her white panties and
the brief glimpse of the swell of her pubis before she blushed and quickly
pushed the skirt into the gap between her legs, to block his view.  He
stood deliberately folding the blankets one by one and noted with a degree
of satisfaction that she was red faced by his overt ogling of her crotch
and he smiled seeing her face had gone scarlet with embarrassment.  `One to
me' he thought smugly.
   "What shall we do today?" he asked innocently as he folded the last
blanket.
   "I don't know," she pouted; the redness leaving her face.
   "Do you want to go into the city?" he asked.
   "I don't know," she repeated almost sullenly.
   "Or maybe we can stay her and chill out," he suggested.
   `Chill out...what is chill out?" she asked a little indignant at his use
of a term she did not know.
   "To relax...just hang out...laze about," he said with a grin.
   She shrugged to show she did not understand the phrase and finally
looked up at him her face screwed in quizzical confusion.
   "Coffee," he said suddenly.  "I need some coffee.  You can put the
blankets away," he said dropping the two folded blankets in her lap, as he
wheeled and strode into the kitchen.
   As he arrived at the coffee machine, he turned and looked at her.  She
was sitting looking down at the blankets.  He grinned as he saw the look of
defeat on her face.  He started to replace the used coffee filter with a
clean one and quickly set the coffee machine to fill the pot.  Rianne rose,
and taking the blankets, she disappeared into the hallway to the bedrooms
and bathroom area of the compact apartment.  She returned and walked slowly
to the settee once more; glancing slyly at him to see what he was doing. 
He was standing with his back to the bench and window with his arms folded
staring at her as she walked to the settee.  On one level she was warmed by
his obvious interest but on another level she was chastened how he had
bested her by seeing up her skirt when she had tried to tease him.  She sat
primly on the settee, leaning against the back and her hands beside her. 
She regretted how things had gone since letting the door lock him out.
   She had been elated when it was decided he would stay here with her.  In
her usual rush to grasp expediency, Sophie had paid scant attention as to
what they might do to fill in their time.  Rianne had no idea either. 
Going to Sur-le-Marne with Aunt Cherie had enjoyable distractions and
interest that remaining at home could not hold for her; apart from the fact
that now she was being cared for by a handsome middle aged man.  For Brad's
part, despite his recent pain and heartache, he was realizing he had a
strong attraction to this young girl.  His subconscious mind was nudging
him; was she a prize...a trophy?  Consciously he was acting as if this was
perfectly innocent.  But the previous night, he had imagined the nubile
preteen stripped of her revealing night WEAR, as his mind wandered through
a raft of sexual images and fantasies and he had masturbated frantically in
an attempt to tire himself so he could get to sleep.  Rianne's image was
the last one before he spewed forth his semen into the handkerchief clamped
over his turgid cock.  He suddenly recalled that last frantic flailing of
his hand as he came, as the coffee pot beeped to warn that the coffee had
filtered the water tank dry.  The coffee was ready.  He swallowed hard and
his mouth was dry.  He had fantasized about sex with this girl that he was
now alone with for nearly three days.
   "Coffee?" he called to Rianne.
   "I don't drink coffee," she answered almost sullenly.
   "Can I get you something else then?" he called back.
   "Tea...there are tea bags in that small cupboard," she said pointing to
his left.
   He opened the cupboard and found a range of different teas.
   "What kind?" he asked.
   "Earl Grey," she said with an almost educated English pronunciation of
the brand.
   It was clear she had a real English teacher.  The accent was
unmistakable.  There was a small gas instant water heater on the wall and
he placed a tea bag in the cup and poured the instantly boiled water over
it.  He dipped the bag and after the color turned dark amber, he withdrew
the bag and dropped it in the sink.
   "Milk or sugar?" He called back to her.
   "Just milk," she answered.  "Make it cool with plenty of milk."
   He frowned.  He liked his coffee piping hot.  Why would anyone cool down
a hot drink?  He carried the two drinks over to the settee and sat beside
her.  Once settled, he turned half facing her and studied her.
   "You've grown since I last remember seeing you," he said warmly.  "All
grown up."
   She couldn't help the mawkish smile that came to her lips.  His words
cheered her and she mumbled `merci' as she sipped the tea.
   "OK?" he asked.
   "Oui," she mumbled.
   She wasn't sure why she had resorted to using French.  He made her feel
uncomfortable yet she was pleased he sat close to her.  She was also
pleased he was being friendly and she couldn't explain why her earlier
bravado had been replaced by this warm feeling of excitement.  She sat
pondering her feelings and then picking up on his reference `last
remembering seeing you' she turned and looked at him.
   "Was it here on this...this settee?" she asked cautiously.
   He frowned not knowing what she was referring to.
   "That you remember last seeing me," she explained.
   "No...I don't think so..." he began cautiously, wondering why she had
him placed here exactly.
   She swallowed and then looked him in the eye.
   "I meant did I see you here...last time we met...on this settee..." and
she paused and swallowed again..."with my mother...?" she added and her
eyes searched his face to see if he got her meaning.
   Brad stared at the girl and was thinking how beautiful she would be as a
grown woman; given her innocent beauty as she was now.  Her words didn't
fit at first and he thought it might be her French to English translation
but then it dawned on him why she was studying him so intently and he knew
what she was getting at.
   "I really can't say," he began slowly.  "I didn't see you if I was
here...with your mother," he said watching her.  "Have you seen her here
with men before?"
   "Sometimes," she said quietly.  "I wondered if you might be one..." and
she trailed off.
   "One of the men here with your mother...but not like last night; me
sleeping alone?" he said.
   She nodded and a hint of a grin flashed over her face.
   "How often...have you seen her here...with men?" he repeated his earlier
question.
   "A number of times," she said; embellishing the answer of `sometimes'
she had already given.
   Brad's heart rate picked up.  She was leading him to a discussion where
he wanted to go.  She was the one opening up the topic of sex by using her
mother's dalliances on the settee as an opening point.  He would see where
it took them.
   "Tell me what you saw Rianne," Brad asked quietly, and he brushed one of
her long tresses of hair caught on the side of her face.
   She shuddered involuntarily at his touch yet he knew it wasn't in
repulsion.  She dropped her gaze and swallowed hard as she chewed her
bottom lip briefly; and then looked back at him.
   "I saw my mother having sex...with a number of different men," she said;
her voice barely more than a whisper.
   "Different men...at once?" he asked and feigned shock at the
implications of his question.
   "Non...no," she answered quickly in slight frustration at him
misinterpreting her answer.  "I saw her on different occasions...with
different men," she corrected him quickly.
   "And you think I might have been one of those men on some occasion?" he
asked.
   "Oui...yes," she answered.
   "I don't think it was me," he said looking thoughtful.  "I can't recall
having sex...making love with your mother on this settee," he answered
truthfully.
   "Oh," she said in obvious disappointment.
   A pregnant silence descended over them and Rianne looked away.  She was
sure the conversation was killed dead by his denial he had had sex with
Sophie on this settee.  As Brad sipped his coffee he realized he wanted her
to continue leading the discussion and saw that her getting him wrongly
confused with Sophie's other lovers had killed off the discussion.
   "So what did you see exactly then?" he asked her to keep the theme
going.
   She looked back at him and once again chewed her bottom lip.  His heart
skipped a beat and he had to resist the urge to simply jump her there and
then and kiss her beautiful mouth; and shove his hand against the firm
round lump he had glimpsed between her legs earlier.  He was becoming
excited, though not yet sexually aroused, by her closeness.
   "Mama was having sex...each time," she said candidly.  "Sometimes on her
back on the seat...here...sometimes she was on top," Rianne said in a rush.
   "Go on," Brad encouraged.  "Tell me everything," and he felt his voice
croak faintly, he was so enthralled watching the young girl's mouth form
the words.
   "One time...when I was quite young...I heard a noise...mama sounded like
she was crying so I came out to see...and she was bent...on her knees in
front of the settee.  Not this one, the one we had before," Rianne said and
dropped her eyes.
   She pulled a face and placed the cup on the small table opposite the
couch.
   "It's cold," she stated and she pulled her long blond mane into a pony
tail with her hands and then fanned it out again over her shoulders.  Brad
read this as a nervous reaction to the conversation.  He stared openly at
her small breasts now that her hands were stretched briefly behind her
head. She glanced at him and the smile widened knowing he had ogled her.
   "What happened...when you came out?" he asked trying to get her back on
track with the story.
   "Well...the man was naked and crouched behind her...and shall we
say...shagging her as the English say," she said with a grin; feeling
bolder now the ice had been well and truly broken.
   "Mama was making a lot of noise and I thought she was suffering so I
came into the room.  It ended in a fuss as Mama had to disengage the man
and quickly take me from the room," she said with a slight chuckle.
   "The man looked very unhappy and he stumbled as he tried to cover
himself as I was looking at his penis.  It was the first I had ever seen
one," she added almost wistfully.
   "That's so funny," Brad laughed to make her feel at ease retelling her
story.  "What happened next?"
   "Well I think the man left, and Mama came to me and explained he was not
being mean to her.  I think we had our first mother daughter talk," she
grinned.
   "You ruined Mama's night," he laughed.
   "Yes...yes I did," she chuckled.  "The man looked so dispirited when he
saw me."
   "So next time, when you heard Mama's noises, you knew that she wasn't in
pain but having fun," he chuckled.
   "Oui...yes," she laughed with him and forgetting herself, she aped
noises of woman having enjoyable sex as she had learned from her
promiscuous mother.
   Rianne was behaving exactly as she would have in telling her school
friends when having such discussions about sex.  Brad beamed and sat
enthralled as Rianne went through a series of quite erotic throaty noises
as if she was enjoying sex and after a few moments, when she realized she
was acting for a middle aged man, she fell silent and her face went
scarlet.
   "I think that's a great story," Brad laughed lightly to get her out of
her embarrassment.  "So what other men did you see?"
   Rianne fiddled with her hair and brought her embarrassment under
control; and smiling at him she continued.
   "Now I knew what the noises meant, and from what Mama had told me men
did with woman, the next time I did not reveal myself but stayed by the
door over there...crouching low," she continued.  "I could see most of the
front of the settee from that end and so unless Mama had her head towards
me, I could see the men from behind...shagging her," she guffawed loudly at
her reuse of the word `shagging' she had learned from an English exchange
student at her school.
   Brad laughed with her but he was becoming aroused by the young girl's
description of Sophie's living room sex encounters.  The way Rianne was
retelling it was getting to him and he didn't want her to stop.
   "Sometimes she had her legs up around and I could see the man's derriere
and sometimes his dangly balls," she continued giggling.  "Other times Mama
faced me and was on top and I could se her face..." and then Rianne tapered
off.
   "What was it about her face?" Brad asked sensing some special moment in
the girl's recall.
   She sat and thought for a moment and then looked at him.
   "She was beautiful," she said softly.  "And she was so much happy with
what she was feeling," the young girl said, staring at him.
   Brad smiled at her term `much happy' and lightly touched her arm;
stroking from bicep to wrist lightly with his fingers.
   "Most women don't get to be so happy," he said quietly.  "You should
feel happy Mama can be so happy when making love," he said sagely.
   Once more Rianne shuddered from the electric shock of his touch and she
looked away in some confusion.  Before she could recover, Brad moved in on
her and taking her in his arms, he held her close.  Instinctively she
tensed to resist his sudden advance but as he pulled her head into the side
of his neck and muttered "your mother should be so blessed she has such a
wonderful daughter who recognizes the beauty in her" Rianne realized he was
holding her as a caring adult and her stiffness softened and she allowed
him to embrace her.
   She had hardly ever been embraced by a man; certainly not with this much
feeling.  With her head pressed against the side of his neck they stayed
this way for a short time until the age-old ritual of two people being on
the verge of a kiss took over and they slowly adjusted their position so
her face was in front of his.  For some reason they did not go through with
the inevitable kiss but just stared at each other.  If Brad had been
leading the girl down a path to certain seduction, he eventually pulled
them both back.  To him Sophie was shamelessly promiscuous.  Men, even
women, would pass between her welcome legs with monotonous regularity.  But
Rianne was still a child.  No matter what he was feeling now, excitement
and some early sexual arousal, she was not much older than his own
daughter. Eventually he pulled back and the little girl looked disappointed
and somewhat confused he had not moved to kiss her as she had expected. 
Not wanting the closeness to end she placed her hands to his shoulders. 
Brad still held her lightly and became aware of the warm feeling in his
groin and he inadvertently glanced at the crotch of his jeans and realized
that he was rapidly approaching being fully erect; his cock making a
pronounced lump by pushing the flies of his jeans out prominently.  He
tried to subtly adjust his sitting posture and the little girl picked up on
why he was squirming.  She felt excited realizing he was aroused by her and
she wanted him to move on her but he had stopped.  Brad disengaged himself
and quickly stood up and walked a few paces from the settee and brushed a
hand through his dark hair.  He stood not looking at her and feigned
stretching; his back half turned as he maneuvered his semi erect cock into
a less obvious lump in his jeans.
   "I have something," Rianne called suddenly, almost in a light panic.
   He turned and looked at her quizzically.
   "Something I am proud of," she said quickly and got off the settee and
disappeared into the hallway.  Brad watched her in confusion wondering what
she was getting at.  Rianne walked quickly to her room and went into her
closet and ferreted around on the top shelf; burrowing under some knitwear
folded on the shelf, to retrieve a small yellow packet.  The she went to a
small bookcase and retrieved a small white folder with bright red roses
pattern on it.  She quickly returned to the living area and sat down with
the folder on her lap and beamed at him.
   "Look what Mama had me do," she said with a smile.
   Brad was still somewhat bemused by her actions and he walked slowly back
to the settee; his cock now safely rearranged in his pants.  Rianne patted
the settee beside her and he sat down, looking at the folder on her lap as
she flipped it open.  His eyes widened as he saw a series of photographs on
the first page; sealed behind plastic film for protection.  They were of
Rianne in what appeared to be a modeling pose.
   "Mama paid for me to have a modeling session," she said quickly.  "To
prepare a portfolio.  Girls like me can make good money modeling," she said
quickly and seeing he had taken in the first three pictures, she turned the
page.
   As she flipped slowly through the folder, Brad saw a series of well
taken photos of the young girl in a variety of standard semi provocative
poses wearing a range of clothing; not trousers or jeans, but skirts and
dresses.  He had seen these sorts of shots in department store mailers and
flyers advertising children's fashions and understood there was a market
for preteen models.
   "When were these taken?" he asked realizing Rianne was very much the
little girl; not the budding preteen she was now.
   "Last year," she said.  "Well these ones at least," she added and looked
at him enigmatically.
   "You have some more?" he asked catching her meaning these were not the
most recent.
   "Yes...well, sort of the same but different," she said and stared at him
as if she had a secret to tell.  "Do you want to see?" she asked in a quiet
voice.
   "Of course," he smiled looking at her quizzically; wondering why she was
appearing a little enigmatic about the other photos.
   She produced the yellow envelope from under the folder on her lap and
fumbling with some nervousness, pulled out a wad of six-by-four snapshots.
He glanced at her and saw she had reddened around her neck and ears and
noted her hands were trembling slightly.  She laid one photograph on the
open folder on her lap and stared at him as he dropped his gaze to the
photograph.  His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly as he saw
Rianne sitting on a small Ottoman with her legs spread wide and her crotch
clearly visible; her vulva prominent behind the white material of her
panties.  He gulped audibly and looked at her, swallowing hard.  Realizing
he wasn't offended or about to remonstrate with her about the provocative
photograph, she dealt a second photo; her hands still trembling.
   Rianne showed Brad a series of at least twenty-five photographs all
prominently emphasizing the girl's sex behind a range of different colors
and styles of nearly sheer panties.  In some shots she wore nothing but
panties, with her body turned so as not to show her small breasts.  The
theme of the photos was clearly the image of her preteen sex, but none in
which she was nude.
   "You like them," she said quietly and he jumped at the sound of her
voice.
   By the tenth or eleventh photo his heart was racing and mouth was dry.
His errant semi-hard cock was now erect and Brad was enthralled by what he
saw.  If he was viewing these on his own, he would have pulled his cock out
and masturbated lazily.  But with the subject in the photos pressed against
him, he was completely captivated by the situation.  As Rianne watched his
expression and dealt each photo slowly in turn, she felt a sense of warmth
and excitement.  She had been disappointed at him not kissing her earlier.
She wanted contact with him; to see how to progress their being together
and what it may produce.  She had recalled the portfolio Sophie had
encouraged her to pose for; and also the more erotic ones she had secretly
returned to the photographer's loft to pose for without Sophie's knowledge.
Her action in producing these secret ones was overt and somewhat naive
given she had no idea what Brad's reaction might be.  It had not occurred
to her that as the father of a girl not much younger than she, he might
react badly and tell Sophie.  Alternatively he might go too far the other
way and place her in a situation she might consider she was not ready for.
She could not yet tell it was the latter not the former that was occupying
Brad's reaction, yet she knew he was captivated by her show.
   The final three photos, Rianne dealt carefully.  She had viewed these
countless times and their very existence excited her.  The one dark secret
she had that gave her pleasure when recalling the session they had been
taken in.  She wore sheer skin tone panties and camisole and she lay back
on a chaise lounge.  The photographer had crouched and taken the shot from
between her open legs.  The swell of her vulva was not just an impression
on the material but the fleshy vulva and slight gap from the parting of her
labia was obvious.  A viewer could see the juvenile sex lips without a
trace of pubic hair.  The shot showed a flat lower tummy and the clear dark
spots of her fledgling nipples on her flat chest under the filmy dark
camisole.  These were supposedly not nude shots but the lingerie left
nothing to the imagination.  Brad swallowed hard and his jaw dropped
further as he realized he was for all intents, seeing the girl pressed next
to him naked.
   "Oh my God that's so hot," he gasped and turned to her; his mouth
struggling to form any words.
   "When...how...?" he stammered.
   "I went back," she said simply.  "Emile...the photographer...he paid me
two hundred francs to take these pictures," she said and looked admiringly
at the last shot that showed her sex close up; clearly visible behind the
sheer panties.
   "Mama paid for the first ones...in the folder," she began.  "And we got
more than our money back for the second set," she said emphasizing the
irony of the situation.
   He stared at her in disbelief she had had the nerve to pose so
provocatively.  She was clearly older in these than in the set in the
folder.  Not much older in months but there was a different look about her.
A fledgling woman-to-be in a girl's body.  Brad swallowed hard.  His cock
was straining against his jeans and he was trembling slightly with
excitement.  Rianne saw his state and glanced down at his crotch and
smiled. She tentatively moved her nearest hand over his thigh and he
glanced down and swallowed hard as she squeezed his upper leg.  He blinked
in confusion as to what to do and before he could regain some composure,
Rianne's hand moved swiftly and deliberately and closed over his cock
straining in his jeans.
   ***
   The next twenty minutes were a blur.  Brad groaned and crushed the
girl's hand down on his cock and after she allowed him to massage it
around, he frantically lifted his crotch so as to get at his zipper and
roughly pulled it down; his shorts springing into view with the cock, now
released a little from the pressure of his closed jeans.
   "Take it out," he gasped bluntly.
   Rianne did not need any further invitation and she leaned over his
thigh, the folder and photographs slipping from her lap as she fumbled with
his shorts; eventually guiding the large erection from the flap in his
shorts.  She had seem adult cocks from a distance, but now with one in her
hand, her eyes opened wide as she felt the spongy surface; yet it was rock
hard in her hand.  The foreskin was spread back by Brad's arousal and the
mushroom head exposed and angry.  She jacked it a few times to get the feel
of it in her hand.  All of her schoolgirl wondering and the chat in the
girl's room with her friends was now pass� as she held the object of her
interest in her hand.  She gazed at in wonderment and slowly jacked him,
noting a thin shiny film starting to coat the head.  If she thought she had
time to examine the organ she was wrong as Brad's hand came to the back of
her head, and taking a handful of her full bodied hair, he pulled her face
closer to the cock.  In a brief sense of panic Rianne realized what he
wanted.  She had discussed blow-jobs with her school friends.  Debated what
it would be like and even mimicked sucking; open mouthed with an imaginary
cock in hand as her friends shrieked and giggled.  Now she was about to try
it whether she wanted to or not.  She took a breath and opened her mouth
and leaned down as the cock slid over her lips and she took the head into
her mouth.
   Brad controlled her.  He gasped and groaned in enjoyment; as much from
his excitement to her youth as to the pleasure he was receiving from her
mouth.  Rianne learned quickly not to take too much in as he tended to push
her further and she would gag.  She soon learned to keep a hand gripping
around the base of the shaft, almost inside his flies, so her hand would
restrict how far he could push himself into her mouth; as her hand would
hit her mouth as a stop to deeper penetration.  With this sole defense
mechanism, the rest of her actions were coached and led by Brad's urging
with his hand on the back of her head.  Her experience to date was nil
despite her knowledge of sex and men, from the times secretly watching her
mother being taken.  She had no forewarning when Brad started to cum.  She
noted his groaning increase in tempo but did not connect it to the
closeness of release so when he gasped and bucked his hips, jamming her
head with his hands, she panicked as the first spurts of semen splashed
inside her mouth.  Realizing what was happening she wrestled to free
herself but he was too far gone in his enjoyment and held her firm.  Rianne
was hissing loudly though her nose to breathe, as he kept her impaled on
his cock in her mouth as he allowed the pleasure of his release to roll
through his groin and upper legs; humping obscenely as he wrung the last
few spurts from his cock.
   Eventually releasing her head, he lay panting against the settee back
and gasped and chuckled to himself at the joy of the release.  Rianne
finally gasped a breath through her mouth and spluttered and began coughing
uncontrollably as the semen caused a tickle in her throat.  For the next
few moments she coughed and gasped for air and placed her hand over her
mouth.  Semen and saliva spewed between her fingers and she unwittingly
wiped the dribbles of semen that came from her lips over her chin with her
hand so dribbles of semen hung from her chin.  When she finally regained
some control of her coughing and returned to normal breathing, she raised
her head in confusion and looked at him.  Her bottom lip and chin were
smeared with the translucent gooey semen and there was a small bead of it
hanging from her left jaw line.  He grinned and surprised her by taking her
head and kissing her and run his tongue over her cum covered chin.  She was
surprised yet touched at this act of affection and bemused now he was
clearly laving her face clean.  Brad had done this countless times with
adult women, so tasting his own cum was not in any way repugnant.  Rianne
held herself close as he finally swirled his tongue in her mouth as he
kissed her passionately, and then he pulled back and grinned.
   "You were magnificent," he crooned.  "Simply the best."
   She smiled in genuine happiness at his words and went to cuddle into him
but he pulled her head gently down towards her crotch and his meaning was
obvious; `now you clean me'.
   Rianne was hesitant and not a little reluctant at first but as she laved
his cock, it became less of a trial and she took the time to examine it. 
It was still very hard and she as quickly removed any trace of semen from
the head with her mouth, she stroked it firmly, reveling in the feel of it
in her hand.  This was a watershed in her learning about men and their
cocks.  Given she had had his load spurting in her mouth, and she was
surprised at the suddenness, she was now through that shock and this did
not seem at all bad; given he cleaned her with his tongue and lips.  After
she had decided she had suitably cleaned him, she kept his cock in hand and
continued to examine it to satisfy her curiosity.  It was wilting slightly
and she saw the curve as the hardness slowly went.  Soon he was quite soft
yet unmistakably still larger than normal.  She moved it around with her
hand and then inexplicably she rubbed it against her cheek and actually
planted a kiss on it.
   Brad smiled to himself.  He had her.  Any moral objection his conscience
might have raised about her age and Sophie's trust of him had failed to
surface.  He had just allowed a young girl barely a couple of years older
than his own daughter to suck him to orgasm.  This was just the start.  He
had over two days to further this relationship; with nothing but his own
conscience to stop him.  His marital traumas and sense of abandonment had
vanished.  He stroked her hair lovingly and bent and kissed it softly.
   "Now you my sweet," he said softly, and lifting her head and pushing
gently at her shoulders he maneuvered her back on the settee.
   Rianne allowed him to lay her back against the arm of the settee and he
slid his hands up under her skirt, seeking the waistband of her white
panties.  She was paralyzed at first, realizing what he might be intending.
But given his gazing at her sex in the sheer panties in the photo, any
thought to resist lingered only fleetingly and she lifted her legs and hips
so he could draw the panties off.  Having got them past her ankles, he
threw them on the floor and spread one leg out off the side of the settee,
with the other bent at the knee against the back.  He gazed at her sex;
just as obvious in the photo as it was now in the flesh.  He trembled as he
slipped a thumb over her vulva and he leaned in and smelled her; the odor
of her warm body with a faint hint of urine.  He took her by surprise and
she gasped a small "oh" as he slid his tongue along her slit.  Brad had
performed cunnilingus countless times on his adult partners.  He enjoyed it
as much as the majority of them seemed to.  A mawkish smile came over
Rianne's face as she realized he was going to service her with his mouth.
   "Anne-Maria," she whispered to herself as she called the name of her
best friend at boarding school; Anne-Maria who had slavered between
Rianne's legs, just as she had lavished her tongue in reciprocation over
Anne-Maria's sex.  The young preteen was no stranger to being eaten out;
but certainly not by an adult male.  She sighed in approval to what Brad
was doing and settled back to enjoy the familiar ache that came to her when
this happened.  She relaxed and only moved to let Brad's larger middle
finger slide into her moistening vagina.  She repositioned herself and
allowed him free access and Brad slowly slavered and sucked and fucked with
tongue, lips, and finger.  She may have been a novice with men but already
she had learned her own sexuality was strong and she had previously been
brought to orgasm by her friend's mouth, and frequently by her own fingers.
She quickly found her rhythm and her hands dropped to his head and she took
control; just as he had with her.  It occurred to Brad briefly that she
showed more awareness of his eating her than she had sucking him and he
wondered if she was no stranger to this.  He could not have known of
Anne-Maria, or any of her friends for that matter.  Maybe the lecherous
photographer had gone further than the photos revealed.  Brad had started
out on this course with the view to simply lubricate her with his mouth. 
But he quickly realized she had moved into a state of euphoria with what he
was doing.  Sighing and cooing her appreciation; occasionally urgently
placing him in the right spot for maximum enjoyment.
   He held her lower abdomen and reamed her with his fingers; two of them
slipped into the second knuckle.  And he sensed her rising pleasure and
concentrated hard on her clitoris as anticipated orgasm approaching. 
Rianne came with a series of low wails and gasping of breath as she twisted
and bucked under his mouth.  Despite her movement in the throes of release,
he sensed it was a shallow orgasm; a quiet one she allowed to ripple
through her yet still causing her to move about and vocalize her pleasure.
To Rianne it was the delicious familiar end to an always enjoyable
experience.  She had teased herself to this place numerous times in recent
months; using her own hand and even a favorite hairbrush handle she and
Anne-Maria had discovered was a good penis substitute.  But it was always
more fulfilling when brought about by someone else's mouth or hand.  She
gasped finally and collapsed back against the settee arm; her face a
mixture of enjoyment and amazement.  The amazement due to her partner being
old enough to be her father, and not her usual schoolgirl lover.  Yet the
overwhelming delight of the preceding minutes had driven out any regret
that she might have felt at being with this man this way.  She lay back
sated from the entire experience of sucking Brad and the shock of his
release; and his tenderness immediately following, up to the familiar
feeling of pleasure following the oral sex.
   If Rianne thought that was it for now she was mistaken.  Seeing her
eyelids falter as she lapsed into her private afterglow, Brad pulled back
and reached for his cock hanging from his unzipped flies.  He was still
semi-hard and he stroked it and quickly became erect, despite it being less
than fifteen minutes since she had made him cum.  He gazed at her naked
sex; the slight gape and the little redness from his manipulating fingers
and mouth.  To him a little girl's vulva seemed disproportionate in size to
their body from babyhood to puberty; not that he had encountered a
pubescent girl's vulva before, but his recollection of changing his
daughter's diapers was of how large the mound seemed.  A boy's penis and
balls were tiny in comparison of scale.  As his daughter had grown, and up
to the point where her modesty prevailed and he must not see her naked,
Brad recalled how Alison's body seemed to grow but her sex remain basically
the same size so it eventually came into proportion with her body.  And now
gazing on the darker, light crinkle of Rianne's inner labia he noted she
was on the cusp of full development sexually.  The emergence of pubic hair
formed a light darkish smear on her pubis; the hairs still fine and
intertwined flat against her skin.  And she would develop a full curly bush
as a grown woman.  Her body would soon change internally, and menstruation
would arrive if not here already, and she would move into being a young
woman.
   Despite her obvious youth, Brad's mind had confused her apparent consent
to what they had done and he viewed her as an adult in making her choices.
Hell she had virtually seduced him with the sexy pictures.  He felt
self-satisfied and saw her as his; and he wasn't finished.  He slid his
trousers from his legs, kicking his cross trainers off as he went.  Rianne
opened her eyes a little as she felt him adjust his weight on the edge of
the settee just inside her inner thigh.  Her contented look gave way to one
of alarm as she realized Brad was advancing between her legs erect cock in
hand; and he was bracing himself to move his groin into hers.  With one
foot on the floor and his other knee inside her inner leg against the sofa
back.  Rianne's eyes opened wide but she struggled to speak, she was so
taken aback with what he was clearly about to do.
   "Non...no...please...not that..." she had uttered in French; her panic
need to communicate regressing to her native tongue.
   Brad heard her voice but had no idea what she was saying.  He was
already crouched over her and his cock held against her sex.  Rianne
quickly brought her hands to his shoulders and he mistook her movement as a
welcome.  As she stammered her objection to his advances, Brad skewered her
with his thick cock.  The words of complaint she was uttering at his
intentions caught in her throat as she let out a throaty groan of
discomfort as he shoved into her; almost to the hilt in one movement.  His
saliva and her natural arousal during the oral sex had left her wet and her
vaginal tunnel had loosened on his fingers.  Yet she was deliciously tight
to him and he took her low groan as a groan of pleasure he had often heard
from his sex partners.  With a second shove he bottomed out and her head
rolled back on the settee arm and she gritted her teeth at the discomfort
of his cock hitting deep inside.  She was impaled and her hands gripped his
shoulders in reaction to the discomfort.  Once again Brad misread the
response of the girl as the consent of a sexual adult woman.  Spurred on by
what he believed was Rianne's wanton abandon, he fucked her vigorously as
she groaned and moaned in complaint.
   Despite her previous arousal and his oral working over, he was still
much bigger than she could take easily and she twisted and writhed to
adjust herself by retreating as much as she could from the incessant
shoving and thrusting.  Trapped against the back of the settee she had
nowhere to go and he took her gyrations of discomfort as a mature sexual
response.  To use the English vernacular she had used earlier, he shagged
her.  Shoved relentlessly down and in to her tight tunnel.  Rianne was now
sobbing in a light hysterical response to what she was suffering.  On every
level it was rape, even if she had not communicated her objection clearly
in words he could understand; and then of course her age made it a wicked
travesty irrespective of whether she consented or not.  Yet somewhere in
her mind, the need to repel him and force him away was tempered by the
belief she led him to this.  She shouldered the blame for him now fucking
her hard on the sofa where as she grew up, she had watched her mother get
it numerous times.  As Brad's second orgasm began to build and the cum
welled up in his balls and cock, and amidst her groans of complaint gasped
in French, Brad increased his vigor.  His balls waving wildly with his
gyrations as he labored over her and finally he threw his head back and
shoved as deep as he could as he came hard.
   Shoving hard and gasping:
  
"Oh...my...fucking...God...so...fucking...good...you...beautiful...tight...
fucking...little cunt."
   Rianne's cries of distress coupled with his crude obscene uttering made
for a mixture of sound neither really understood of the other, and she
suffered the last final spasms as he tried to get as deep inside as he
humanly could before he collapsed over her.  Brad braced himself by placing
a hand by her head to stop himself from falling on her.  Rianne turned her
head towards the back of the settee and the tears of pain and humiliation
ran down her cheek.  Brad missed them as he lowered his head against the
forearm of the hand resting on the sofa arm; and he gasped and almost
giggled in delight at the fantastic experience he had just had nailing this
sexually aware preteen.  Of course he misread at least the last five
minutes of their twenty minute encounter, but in his mind, he had a new
lover.  A lover he had to himself for nearly three more days.
   ***
   Brad rose first, sliding his semi erect cock from the girl's wetness. 
He turned away without looking at her and bent and picked up his underpants
from the nest of his jeans.  As he put them on he was aware of a movement
behind him and he turned as he pulled his boxers up and saw Rianne dash
towards the hall door.  He could tell from her body language she was upset
as she held her arms across her chest and had her head down.  He could not
see her face as her hair shielded it but he knew she was crying.  It was
the first inkling he had that she was not totally happy with what had
happened.  He gazed at the empty doorway and heard a door slam beyond. 
Stooping he picked up his jeans and pulled them on and after buckling his
belt up, he closed the zipper and then picked up his shoes.  Sitting on the
settee he put his shoes on and then finally stood and smoothed his clothing
down and regarded the photo album and the loose photographs on the floor;
Rianne's white cotton panties in the middle of the clutter.  He looked at
the door to check it was clear and then picked her panties up.  They were
plain white, and nothing special; demure little girl underpants.  He
thought of the photos and the exotic panties she had in the risqu� shots;
particularly the sheer skin toned ones.  He sat and gathered the loose
photos into a wad and placed the folder beside him on the settee.  Before
he thumbed through the photos he paused and without knowing why, brought
Rianne's panties to his nose and sniffed them.  There was no distinct odor
and realizing it was a bit of a weird thing to do, he placed them by the
folder.  He sat for a few minutes and sorted the photos so the more erotic
ones were at the top.  He noted Rianne had had them sorted less risqu�
through to most revealing.  Clearly she had them stored in a set order to
increase the level of her exposure as you worked through them.  As he sat
and stared at the three shots of her in the sheer panties, regarding her
visible sex that he had just been lodged balls deep inside, he glanced at
the doorway several times and then realized she wasn't returning.  He felt
concerned as to what had upset her.  It wasn't obvious to him given he saw
her as a consenting woman; not a reluctant preteen girl.
   He put the photos back into the yellow envelope and picking up the
folder he walked to the hallway door.  He went to her bedroom and was
surprised the door was open; expecting she had fled to it as her sanctuary.
He moved to the end door and looked inside.  This was Sophie's large
bedroom dominated by the four poster bed he and Sophie had wrestled in on a
number of occasions.  He smile grimly as he recalled that last episode with
the bisexual Roget and how Roget wanted to nail Brad's ass after Brad had
sodomized the willing Roget's butt.  That left the bathroom to explore and
moving back to Rianne's bedroom he placed the photographs on her bed and
then went to the bathroom door.  He could hear running water inside and he
called her name softly.  There was no reply but the noise of the water
stopped.  He tapped once more, calling her name but still she did not
reply. He turned the door knob and it opened and he pushed his head around
the door, calling her name.  The bathroom had a toilet bowl; not the open
porcelain hole with the molded foot places that some older French bathrooms
favored.  Rianne was sitting on the bowl with her elbows on her knees and
her head in her hands.  She did not look up and he heard her sniff
realizing she had been crying.
   "Rianne...are you OK?" he asked with genuine concern.
   She ignored him and turned her head away.
   "What's wrong Rianne?" he said, and moved towards her; certain she
wasn't peeing or taking a dump.  She had come here to get away from what
had taken place.
   Yet she hadn't locked the door and he turned to check it could be
locked. He saw a small silver bolt and realized it was hanging loose. 
There was an irony to the fact that she had come to the one room she could
lock him out, and the lock was broken.
   "Are you alright...sweetie...tell me," he whined; feeling at a loss as
to why she had reacted this way.
   After all, she had enjoyed the sex hadn't she?
   "You hurt me," she sniffed.  "And...and...I could get pregnant...I told
you not to," she said and stifled a sob.
   "Pregnant...no sweetie you won't get pregnant.
   "Just because I haven't had a period...doesn't mean I can't get
pregnant," she said and started to weep.
   "Oh no...no, no, no, no," he said with a light chuckle in his voice.  "I
couldn't make you pregnant if I wanted to," he continued.  "I've had a
vasectomy.  I can't make babies any more.  After our son was born, my wife
and I decided two was as many as we wanted.  I got fixed," he chuckled.
   She looked at him for the first time since he peered around the door and
he took this as a sign she had relented on avoiding him so he stepped into
the room.
   "You understand what I mean don't you?" he asked still using the whining
tone; as if pleading his case.
   She nodded and dropped her head.
   "You hurt me," she said bluntly.  "I said no and you just went on..."
she said sniffing and fighting off the tears.
   "Oh sweetie...Rianne...I'm so sorry.  I had no idea I was hurting you,"
he said genuinely taken aback he had harmed her.  "I never realized...you
were speaking in French...I thought you were encouraging me.  French is
such a beautiful language; the language of lovers.  I did not honestly
realize you did not want me to continue.  After what we had already
done...we enjoyed it...didn't we?" he said pointing out the obvious
pleasure they both had before he actually fucked her.
   She nodded, albeit reluctantly knowing he had seen her enjoyment of
cunnilingus.
   "Are you sore?" he said and nodded down to indicate her vagina.
   She shook her head slowly.
   "No...not so sore," she started.  "I was just scared what we were doing.
I wasn't ready...I thought I was but then I got scared...and I thought I
might get pregnant," she concluded with a sigh of resignation.
   Brad skirted around beside her and leaned against the bench unit and
placed a hand on her shoulder.
   "I understand," he said gently.  "I am so sorry...I just took it you
wanted it to happen...given what had already happened," he said gently.
   Rianne looked defeated.  Once again he had reminded her of how far she
had gone before he eventually penetrated her; despite her protest she did
not want actual intercourse.  As is often the way in such cases, the
juvenile assumed the blame and the abuser denied any responsibility
believing they had consent; totally ignoring the child's age and the fact
that the adult should shoulder the responsibility.  Brad tidied the
situation up in his mind easily this way and at no point did he feel any
real remorse for what he had done.  Just regret he hadn't been more tender
in his approach; being clearly her first time.  Ironically he had always
had strong feelings about predators and young girls.  If anyone dared
threaten his daughter in any way, he'd cut their balls off.  But his own
actions with the naive Rianne were totally hypocritical to his basic
abhorrence of such abuse of trust with a child.  He believed he had a
vivacious willing consenting adult; ignoring the fact that the increased
titillation and eroticism was due to her being well under age.
   "C'mon," he said quietly and lightly gripped her shoulder to coax her to
stand.  "Let's go back to the living room.  We need to go out and do some
shopping for food," he continued as Rianne slowly rose from sitting on the
toilet bowl.
   For all intents she was full dressed, but her panties were in the living
room.  She mechanically turned and flushed the toilet and Brad caught a
glimpse of the amber water signifying she had peed.  He saw a flash of
soggy toilet paper swirl away and looked at her.
   "Did you clean yourself?" he asked gently.
   She frowned and looked a little confused at his question.  She had peed.
She always wiped herself after peeing.
   "Did you wipe yourself...you know...inside?  To wipe away...the cum?" he
asked gently.
   She showed her understanding by mouthing `oh' to his meaning, and shook
her head.
   "You should wipe yourself," he said.  "It's good practice to prevent any
possible bladder infections; or even just to be fresh," he said.  "You
clean yourself with warm soapy water and come out when you're ready," he
said warmly to encourage her into believing he was considerate of her
privacy for her required ablutions, as well as having her hygiene interests
at heart.
   Brad left the room and walked back to the living room.  Rianne stood
somewhat perplexed at the situation.  She really felt she had gone too far
yet it was now over and the major scare of getting pregnant was no worry
anymore.  She had not wanted intercourse yet that hadn't left her badly
hurt.  Maybe a little uncomfortable as he was a lot bigger inside than in
her hand and mouth.  She walked to the bath tub and set the taps running
and watched the water spurt from the hand held shower head.  She shucked
her skirt and sat on the side of the bath and gently sluiced her crotch and
vaginal area as she often did when feeling sweaty and a little smelly on
hot days.  Her brief douche completed she padded herself dry with a towel,
and replaced the skirt and then remembered her panties were in the living
room.  She went back into the living room and noted Brad was in the kitchen
area with his back to her.  She saw her panties and quickly took them and
slipped then back on.  Still feeling a little fragile about letting herself
have sex when she rally would rather not have, she stood with her arms
loosely held across her abdomen and stared at the settee where she earlier
had been pinned as Brad vigorously fucked her.  It had been a little
frightening and consistently uncomfortable as he ravaged her.  But she
really didn't have any after effects apart from the nagging doubt about the
sex.  Brad turned and saw her standing in front of the couch.
   "I've made a list but you best have a look," he said and held up a small
notepad he had taken from his flight overnight bag.
   Rianne nodded dully and walked slowly to him.  After reading his list,
and adding items they needed and deleting items they already had in the
cupboards, the list was finalized.  Working on it at the table with him
watching made her relax a little and by the time they were out in the
narrow streets, she felt a lot better.  It was a warm afternoon and the
fresh air would do her good.  There was no mall in this part of town with
the older area peppered with long established small shops and businesses.
The grocery shopping usually entailed visiting four or five vendors when
buying dry goods, bread, meat, vegetables and fish.  As they went from shop
to shop, the two large carry bags Rianne had taken with them became full of
the goods they purchased as they moved about the narrow streets.  At one
point he bought them an ice-cream and as they sat on a battered wooden
bench seat in the centre of a small retail cul-de-sac, and he noted she was
staring at a small boutique opposite them.
   "What are you looking at?" he asked squinting to make out what the
boutique was.
   "On nothing," she answered quickly and looked away, licking the
ice-cream.
   His eyes picked up the sight of a mannequin in the window wearing exotic
lingerie.  He smiled to himself.  She was eyeing the lingerie in the
window.
   "Do you want to go and have a look?" he asked smiling at her.
   "What...oh, no...it's not important," she stammered and blushed.
   "You don't have nice ladies lingerie; just little girl knickers," he
grinned.
   She realized he had guessed her thoughts about the lingerie in the
window of the boutique.
   "Mama seems intent to keep me in cotton underpants forever," she
complained with a shy grin.
   "Then we must change that," Brad said and stood and picked up two of the
shopping carry bags.  "Come on; let's see what Madame has in her boutique."
   Rianne jumped up excitedly and struggling to pick up her two shopping
bags in her haste to follow.  The next half hour was both intriguing and a
little awkward for Brad.  Having deposited their grocery bags just inside
the door, the woman proprietor initially scowled at the two but after
Rianne had spoken to the dark haired older woman in French, she became all
fussing and gushing; occasionally speaking directly to Brad in French.  Of
course he did not have a clue what she was saying but clearly she was all
out to help Rianne find some nice underwear.  Rianne politely warned him
back with occasional glances when he became too interested in the array of
skimpy synthetic that soon adorned the glass top counter.  The woman
chuckled and giggled like a school girl herself and Brad noted she seemed
to bump her substantial chest into him a little too often and he realized
she was making some sort of not-too-subtle pass at him.  He noted she was
very attractive but had gone to seed a little in the hips.  She was
possibly a raging beauty in her younger days but now an overdressed
matronly shop keeper in an old suburb of Paris.  Through the entire noisy
exercise, with the woman and Rianne indulging in typical French expression
in speech and hands, Rianne finally had a selection of underwear including
two camisoles, in a large elaborate decorated paper carry-all.  When it
came time to pay, Rianne started piling crumpled francs onto the counter
and the woman spread the notes like playing cards and the two counted the
cash.  Rianne's face fell.  She clearly did not have enough money.  The
woman's attitude changed as she saw the prospect of a sale dwindle.  Brad
realizing the issue, stepped forward and hander his Visa to the woman with
a smile.  Her face lit up and she took the plastic and pulled a manual
credit card imprint machine from under the counter.  They were fortunate
hers was about the only shop in this district that took credit cards.
   "Merci Papa," Rianne smiled sweetly at Brad, as she stuffed the cash
back into her small purse.
   Bard was floored.  All this time, Rianne had convinced the woman he was
her father.  He smiled to himself realizing she had skillfully deflected
any thought he was just a dirty old man with an under aged girl.  Finally
outside with their groceries, and Rianne clutching her bag of exotic
underwear, he turned to her.
   "You told her I was your father," he said with a grin.
   "Oui Papa," she said half mocking.  "I thought it best, otherwise why
else would a man old enough to be my father be buying me sexy things?" she
grinned.
   "Very clever," he laughed.  "You have hidden depths Rianne," he
chuckled. "But how will you explain those to your mother," he said
believing it would be a problem.
   "I will say I squandered the grocery money and I am a bad daughter," she
laughed.  "I will say you paid for the groceries so I spent the money she
gave me.  We will argue and she will try and chastise me and we will hug
and she will tell me how beautiful I look in nice things," she said
smiling; obviously knowing in her mind, the detail to work on her mother's
anticipated reproach.
   Back in the apartment Rianne deposited the grocery bags on the floor by
the bench and hurried off into her bedroom.  Brad put the groceries away as
much as he could work out where things went and finally he had the bags
empty and folded them all inside one which he put in a small pantry area
from where Rianne had taken them.  He looked through the open lounge to the
door to the bedrooms and with a light shrug of his shoulders as a `what the
hell' he walked through the lounge and up the short hall to the bedrooms
and bathroom.  He slowed as he approached Rianne's bedroom and peered
around the door jamb.  The room was empty.  He moved further down the hall
and peered into the bathroom which was also empty.  She had to be in
Sophie's room.  He arrived at Sophie's bedroom door and noted it was pushed
nearly closed.  Carefully he pushed the door and peered around the door. 
He held his breath; Rianne was standing with her back to him looking at a
large free-standing mirror in an ornate wooden frame trestle that Sophie
had to one side of her bed.  From behind he saw her naked butt; beautiful
in shape and tight and firm.  A thin sliver of material was the rear waist
of what appeared to be a thong judging by the thin string appearing from
her butt crack to the waist string.
   She saw the door move in the mirror and stood still watching his furtive
entry; watching him with a growing sense of power as she saw the look on
his face.  Realizing he was enthralled by her nakedness apart from the
skimpy thong she moved one foot a little and open her stance, knowing he
would see the crotch of the thong from the rear; and the swell of her sex
barely covered by the red material.  Brad's mouth was open in awe at her
beauty and he glanced at her reflection in the mirror and saw the frontal
view reflected back.  His eyes finally strayed off the swell of her crotch
and he saw she was watching him with a knowing smile.
   "Oh God," he gasped under his breath and he moved quickly into the room.
   She didn't resist as he came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her
chest and slid his other hand over the crotch of the thong and began
urgently feeling her sex through the thong.  He groaned audibly and pushed
his hardening cock against her butt as Rianne drew a hand back and clasped
the back of his head and he nuzzled her neck and ear; her hair tickling his
face.  He stood groping her for a minute or two; Rianne passive and willing
as his hand pulled the crotch material aside and he raked his fingers along
her slit.  She trembled involuntarily and gasped as the electric shock of
his fingers took her by surprise.  She had not encountered this response
before and she was confused and yet excited by it.  Several more urgent
passes of his fingers and she groaned and sagged back against him and felt
dizzy and breathless.  In a haze of rapidly rising sexual excitement, she
allowed him to turn her onto her back onto Sophie's bed.  She lay back on
the rest of the lingerie she had laid out on the bedspread.  Brad was now
feverish in getting her legs apart and kneeling between them.  With a groan
of surrender, his mouth moved into the bald sex exposed by the red material
now caught between her labia and groin crease of her upper thigh.  He ate
her as if he was a starving man who was dining on filet mignon.
   Brad worked her gently and urgently in turn.  Bringing her up and
allowing her to ease back from the brink.  For nearly ten or twelve minutes
he held the young preteen on the brink of orgasm until she was moaning and
sighing and gasping to him in French.  As she became more vocal it was
apparent she was now seeking release.  Still he teased her and in the midst
of the drenching her with his saliva and her own moistening through
arousal, he worked three fingers of his hand into her warm wet sex with the
pinky eased past the first knuckle in her anus.  Holding her like a bowling
ball.  He slathered her sex and his free hand pinched and tweaked the hard
little nipples on her small but firm budding breasts.  Finally he made a
deliberate assault on the clitoris with his pursed tongue and Rianne
shrieked and bucked as her orgasm finally exploded in her body and her
scalp crawled with the pleasure of release and her entire body shuddered.
Brad was incredibly turned on by the power of the young girl's release and
he could feel her anus and vaginal contractions as she came.  She gasped
and bucked and he held her down with his hand shoved in sex and anus and
continued to slobber firmly over her clitoris; one hand pinching her nipple
between thumbnail and finger.  Rianne went into some fantastic place within
herself and was unaware she had dribbled pee as she came; such was her
intensity of release.  Brad had encountered a variety of reactions in his
adult women conquests and the sudden pool of warm urine did not faze him
has he fucked and sodomized her with his hand and ravaged the nipple; his
face now back an inch or two from her sex, watching the small gusher of pee
subside and seeing her body convulsing as she let the orgasm roll through
her.
   He stayed half sitting on the floor with his fingers still inside of her
twin orifices.  Her legs limp over the edge of the bed as she lay wasted,
almost oblivious now to his hand and even his presence.  She was enjoying
the feeling that had flowed through her and he recognized her afterglow. 
But he was rock hard in his jeans and almost absent-mindedly as he sat and
waited for her sexual exhaustion to pass, he awkwardly fished out his cock
and sat stroking it; his other fingers still lodged in Rianne's young body.
He glanced at the mirror and saw Rianne's nearest foot reflected and part
of one side of him.  Something triggered in his mind and he slowly pulled
his pinky from her pucker and then his remaining fingers from her vagina.
He staggered to his feet and with his cock waving around in front of him;
he grabbed one of the large pillows from Sophie's bed and threw it just in
front of the mirror.  He then leaned over the prone girl and lifted her
quickly from the bed bring about a gasp of "oh" from Rianne as he twisted
her in his arms and leaned her down so she faced the mirror; her upper body
over the pillow on the floor.  She was confused and initially tried to push
back to kneel but her manhandled her down and then pulled her butt in the
air.  Opening the front of his jeans and pushing them to his knees, he
shuffled forward on his knees and lined his cock up at the fleshy sex-lips
trapped between her delicious thighs.  The sex plump and inviting with a
small dilation at the vaginal entrance from the stretching his fingers had
given it.  Rianne slowly comprehended the situation and when he leaned over
her she braced herself.  Only he didn't penetrate her.  Instead he pushed
the base of the mirror until it angled in such a way that the lewd scene of
a man in his forties about to fuck a twelve year old girl was reflected
back at them.  Rianne looked at the reflection dully, and as she felt him
adjust the tip of his cock to her labia she whispered something in French
as he slowly opened her up with his big adult cock.
   Brad fucked Rianne slowly and deliberately.  Enjoying the power he held
over her body held in front of him by one hand to her shoulder.  Initially
she lay with her upper body on the pillow and her butt in the air; just
held at the right height for Brad to fuck all the way in.  His balls
resting momentarily against her buttocks; before slowly withdrawing and
then pushing back into her.  She was wet and tight and he had to pause a
number of times to stop from cumming.  As Rianne's daze from her orgasm
subsided she became more aware of him moving deep into her and soon she
began to articulate his in-strokes with small grunts and groans as he
bumped something deep inside, he was so out of proportion to her anatomy.
Within a few minutes she was fully aware of him fucking her and she lifted
herself onto one forearm braced in front of the pillow and saw herself
being fucked from behind; both of them kneeling on the edge of the rug on
the stained wooded floor of Sophie's bedroom.  Brad fucked the girl
deliberately and drew out the sensation.  Rianne was soon in a full crouch
and at one point he paused and motioned her to rock; whispering to her and
gently pulling her shoulders back.  Soon he was kneeling with his hands
loosely on her hips as the girl slowly rocked back and forth; now
controlling the frequency and depth of penetration.  They studied each
other faces in the mirror and she was just as enthralled at the look of
satisfaction on his face as he was at the look of awe to this new situation
on hers.  She had lost her heterosexual virginity to him earlier that
morning and now here she was controlling the pace of the fucking.  Kneeling
on her mother's floor with a man older than her father buried inside of
her; while her mother was oblivious to these goings on, somewhere in
Cannes.
   Eventually Brad felt a series of stirrings that warned him he either had
to slow her down or let go.  He chose the latter.  Taking a more deliberate
hold on her body, he slid his hands up her ribcage and curled his fingers
over her shoulders.  Rianne sensed a change in him and she held his eyes in
silent question.  He smile almost lewdly at her and gave a short shove with
his hips and she groaned as he impaled her to the hilt.  She knew
immediately he was going to take his pleasure and she moved her forearms
together and dropped her forehead onto them in anticipation; braced for the
final onslaught.  He took her hard and somewhat roughly like a cheap street
whore.  Fucking her as deep as he could.  Just as it had that morning, she
became almost irrelevant to him as the petite young girl she was.  She
could be the brazen sexual slut Gina he had hooked up with regularly from
Alitalia; or the amoral Dutch girl Brigitte from KLM.  Brad overpowered the
girl and fucked himself to a glorious drawn out orgasm.  All the while
watching himself in the large mirror as his facial expression rapidly
changed from an almost maniacal grin of satisfaction, to labored huffing
and puffing of effort as he spewed into her young body a third time that
day.  Rutting and shoving the last few weak spurts of semen as he finally
came down and collapsed half over her back.  Rianne had not moved an inch
from having assumed the brace position for his finale.  She took it
stoically noting there wasn't the pain or discomfort of the sex on the
settee that morning.  In her naivet� she believed she was now used to it;
not realizing that it was the position he had her in that allowed for a
straight unobstructed penetration.  And apart from the bumping of her
cervix, there was little unpleasant about his fucking her this time.  Just
the turmoil in her mind of trying to assimilate the psyche behind the
urgent shoving into her body that epitomized the male sexual release.
   ***
   They stayed in Sophie's bedroom into the early evening when darkness
fell.  After he had helped her to her feet, he stripped naked and then
encouraged her to give him a modeling display of her new lingerie.  She was
somewhat overwhelmed by it all at first but she quickly became used to his
nakedness as well as her own as she tried on the various pieces of
underwear.  He stood behind her as she stood in front of the mirror and
adjusted the set of the material on her body and occasionally teased her by
pulling the crotch in between her labia.  Fortunately he had urged her to
go into the bathroom and carry out needed ablutions before anymore of the
clean underwear was tried.  At one point he had her sit on the edge of the
bed in each pair of panties in turn and inspected the swell of her pubis
and sex; much as she had posed in the illicit photographs she had shown
him. She giggled and laughed at this; realizing he was right in that this
was now a live show of what had previously been captured in the photos. 
Somewhere near seven, after toying with the crotch of a pair of sheer black
briefs and exposing her sex lips in a childish peek-a-boo game, his
wandering fingers brought about a sleepy look of enjoyment he recognized in
her face and he stripped the pair of briefs from her and lay her full
length on the bed and ate her out; giving her a huge orgasm a second time
that afternoon.  She lay enthralled as he sucked and fingered her cunt and
anus and she thought of her friend Anne-Maria doing jut this.  Only this
American seemed far more adept at what he was doing than Anne-Maria.  She
decided it was really a matter of practice.  Afterwards, she lay exhausted
and he stayed with her; lying beside her and holding her small frame in his
arms.  They awoke about eight-thirty and he suggested they eat.  As neither
of them was feeling like cooking, they dressed and went out to a small
bistro she knew where she and Sophie often went.  He was introduced to the
maitre de that recognized her, as her mother's friend from America who was
staying.  Rianne lied that Sophie was feeling a little unwell and had
stayed behind rather than join them; easier than saying this man was her
guardian for the weekend.  The French were broad minded but the girl felt
more comfortable with her lie, rather than suffer raised eyebrows that this
older man was alone with her for the weekend.
   On returning to the apartment, she opened a bottle of red wine and he
watched a little unsure he should allow alcohol.  This concern was a little
misplaced given what he had already perpetrated on her so far today.  They
took the wine and two glassed into Sophie's big four-poster bed and
stripped and she played model with her new underwear as he lay and watched
her; idly toying with his cock.  She beckoned him from the bed and made him
stand side on to the mirror; with his erection sticking up hard and
straight.  She proceeded to fellate him and turned her gaze to watch
herself in the mirror.  While her technique was a little timid he stood
patiently and watched her watching herself in the mirror.  He indulged her
this despite it doing no more than ensuring he stayed hard.  After she had
become a little breathless he started a gentle course of instruction and
she was an avid pupil.  Showing her how to lift the cock and run her tongue
under the shaft.  To swirl her head and sometimes push straight down and
coaxed her to open her throat when she gagged.  As the minutes ticked by
she realized that sucking cock was actually quite an exhausting pastime. 
He saw the fatigue on her face and heard it in her breathing and finally he
took the back of her head lightly and took the cock in hand and slowly
increased the jacking.  Rianne realized he was going to stroke himself to
cum in her mouth.  At first she was a little worried about this but
stoically she knelt with her hands pressed on the floor and her face
upturned expectantly; noting his hand was more familiar with the big cock
than hers were.  He stopped a little and brought the cock head near her
lips and she looked a little more worried.  When he finally came, the semen
flying into her upper lip, nose, and a few dribbles into her mouth, she
grimaced and went to turn away but the hand on her head was firm to warn
her not to balk at his cum now splattering her face and mouth.  She
shrieked almost hysterically in short bursts as the semen hit her and her
eyes were open wide as she saw the ejaculate spurting from the eye in the
cock head; thick at first and then slowing to weaker thin spurts until he
was finished.  It was fascinating seeing a man cum for the first time.  Yet
it was also a concern that he was expecting her to take it in her mouth. 
What she learned was the male ejaculation was almost invariably
uncontrollable and very rarely ever went exactly where intended; unless of
course sheathed deep in a vagina or asshole.  Or shoved down a person's
throat.
   Feeling somewhat pleased with herself, she allowed him to direct the
ribbons of semen on her face to her lips and she closed her eyes as she
took it on her tongue.  She decided it wasn't disgusting and soon she laved
his slimy fingers clean as he wiped the residue from her chin and cheeks.
For good measure he waved the cock at her and she took him in her mouth and
sucked him clean.  She had learned the basic art of cock-sucking and the
male subjugation of the female that went with it.
   "Your turn," he said softly and held her head lightly in his hands and
looked down at her tenderly.
   "What?" she aid a little confused.
   "Your turn...show me what you do," he said with a knowing smile.
   She blushed deeply.
   "No...I can't," she said with a mawkish grin realizing he wanted her to
touch herself.
   "Yes you can...show me what you do...how you know about your body," he
said stroking her hair and earlobes.
   "I can't she grinned and turned her head in embarrassment; and seeing
herself in the mirror, she looked quickly back at him as if chastened by
her reflection looking back at her.
   "Show me," he said insistently.
   He helped her stand and she stood as he stripped the panties from her
and eased her back onto her mother's bed.  Rianne obeyed but she was all a
dither as to doing this.  Right now, sucking him or being fucked hard was
more natural than his asking her to masturbate.  He nudged her into the
middle of the bed and then joined her; lying on one side and staring at her
crotch and breasts and then finally locked eyes with hers.
   "Show me," he said firmly and he lightly brushed his fingers over her
sex.
   Rianne shuddered at his touch and with a sigh of resignation, her hand
went tentatively to her sex and she lightly splayed her labia and slowly
began to stroke herself.  At first he just lay propped on his elbow
watching her.  But after she became more comfortable with caressing
herself, and he saw the way she mentally distanced herself from his
presence, he carefully moved up and in and leaned over her closest breast.
Rianne started and opened her eyes as his lips nuzzled her nipple and she
relaxed as the feel-good flow went through her breasts as he began to tease
and nip at it.  This sent her further into her bliss and now she had her
knees up and her hips moving rhythmically to her fingers.  Ordinarily she
would alternate between her young breast and nipples but as he was helping,
she slipped her free hand under one butt cheek and curled the fingers up
and into her sex.  This way, with Brad supplying the stimulation to her
breasts for his own enjoyment of her body, she brought herself to a damn
nice orgasm.  Gasping and groaning and eventually her legs collapsing as
the fatigue of release rushed through her once more.  They were both
acutely aware of the strong sickly sweet smell of her sex and he was
intoxicated by the look on her face; her eyes lightly closed and the goofy
smile on her lips.
   "That was fantastic," he whispered and brought his lips to hers and they
kissed lightly.  This was their first proper kiss.  He nuzzled and kissed
her and she lazily draped an arm over his back.
   Brad slowly dragged his body across hers and realizing he intended to
enter her, Rianne splayed her legs open and he took his cock and slid into
her young sex a third time that day.  He fucked her slowly.  This time more
like lovers as she lay moving under him; her mouth opening without sound as
he slow fucked her.  She held him around his shoulders and he supported his
weight off her body as he propped on his elbows; fucking rhythmically in
and out.  He was making sure he did not go as deep as he had earlier and
she noted he was less urgent and more considerate and tender with her.  She
watched him through heavy eyelids and smiled at him as she saw the look of
enjoyment n his face.  `This must be what lovers do' she thought and she
allowed her eyes to close and let Brad fuck her.  He came in a more
controlled way and allowed his cock to stream into her as he held still;
deep in her and emptying himself once more.  He kissed her lightly and
eventually slid off her and cuddled her to him.  She was not aware of the
tears streaming down his face, and his struggle not to sniff or let escape
the sob that was caught in his throat.  `What have I done' he thought sadly
to himself.  With Brad holding her this way, they slipped into a
sex-induced sleep.
   ***
   Daybreak started much as the previous night had ended.  Brad woke while
it was barely light with his obligatory morning hard-on.  Rianne was lying
draped over him and her closeness was exciting to him.  He slowly rolled
her sleepily onto her side and moved her upper leg so her legs scissored.
Spooning behind her, Brad slowly entered her with a degree of care. 
Rianne's eyes fluttered open briefly as she became aware what he was doing
and she moved and bent herself forward a little as she pretended to sleep;
on her side so she presented her butt to him.  With her subtle support,
Brad slid most of the way into her.  She was relatively dry but once he
started to fuck her, and she adjusted her position to allow easier access,
she began to moisten and she lay calm and let him fuck her.  Brad worked
gently at first but as he sheathed deeper he became more definite in his
movements.  Rianne stayed still and he eventually came quickly; gasping
quietly, believing she was still more asleep than awake.  Eventually he
emptied himself into her and his cock quickly began to deflate.  He held
her spooned against him and with his soft cock just pressed against her
sex, they both slipped into that deep early morning doze that is often a
deeper sleep than the nights main sleep proper.
   Brad awoke again when it was completely daylight and Rianne was not in
the bed.  He lay and took in the sight of Sophie's room and noted the
girl's new underwear had gone.  She had obviously removed it to her own
room.  He strained his ears to see if he could hear her in the apartment
and eventually assimilated the sound of the shower running.  She must have
gone to the bathroom to clean up.  He looked at his watch and was surprised
it was after ten o'clock.  He pushed the duvet back and regarded his cock
lying flaccid against his thigh.  He always knew he was bigger than average
and he had a somewhat narcissistic view of his penile endowment.  He
considered Rianne's body taking it; it was tight yet he had penetrated her
to the hilt.  He understood there was some discomfort to her yet more
because of his urgency and general lack of patience than him simply being
too big for her body.  The female anatomy was a wondrous thing.  He
recalled a book he had read by William Burroughs called The Soft Machine.
The title was supposedly a metaphor for the human body and how it was
bombarded with all things; stress, drugs, alcohol, physical and sexual
abuse, throughout the journey through life.  The book was largely
homoerotica with passages of stream of consciousness and he had found it
hard to take; though the more lucid description of gay sex was exciting to
him.  He had no conceptual understanding about being gay yet had had sex
with men on a number of occasions and had no qualms about taking a man
anally as if a woman.  Or his cock in a man's mouth; men were sometimes
better than woman at fellatio.  These thoughts run through his mind and he
turned his head on the pillow in the direction of the shower noise; knowing
the girl was naked in the bathroom.  Brad was also narcissistic about his
sexual ability with woman, learned from the countless sexual escapades he
had gotten into since being an international pilot; that he simply expected
women to fall on their knees or back.  This expectation also saw him become
somewhat of a misogynist despite always appearing the loving husband.  His
treatment of women he met in these situations, sometimes in ad hoc m�nages
he had come across, often saw him be very degrading in his treatment of his
sexual partners.  And the preteen girl he had had sex with and who was now
naked in the shower was in his mind, no more than any other adult woman he
bedded.  The thought of gay sex in the book, and from it anal intercourse
as a valid sexual expression, struck him and he turned in the direction of
the sound of the shower and got out of bed.  As if he was somehow an
unwelcome intruder, he crept to the door and across the hall to the closed
bathroom door.  He paused furtively and listened.  All he could hear was
the steady hiss of the shower.  He imagined the girl's lithe body with the
water cascading over it, and he licked his lips and slowly opened the door.
   He was half in the bathtub with her before Rianne realized he was there.
Here first reaction was surprise and then her face clouded as she realized
he intended to stay and she knew he would want more sex.  She was feeling
in a solitary mood and somewhat reflective of her allowing things to move
so far off what she had intended, that being here in the bathroom was a
kind of sanctuary to her.  She was in two minds about whether to ask him to
leave her to the privacy of her ablutions versus the sense of daring that
having sex in the shower afforded her.  It was something she had thought
about and mentally confirmed that someday someone, man or woman would have
sex with her in water; like the shower or a bath or swimming pool.  Despite
her wanting privacy, the situation appeared to be presenting itself sooner
rather than later.  She had half turned towards him and glanced down.  Brad
was stroking his erection obscenely and she swallowed hard.  It looked
massive.  He came to her quickly and embraced her and turned her so he held
her back to him as she faced the shower.  His erection jammed between their
bodies; pushed up against the small of her back.  He began massaging her
breasts and soon she abandoned all thoughts of expelling him from the tub
and eventually she transferred the bar of soap she held to his hands.  And
for several minutes, she leaned back against him as his soapy hands roved
her breasts and tummy and looped under her pubis; fingers being erected off
the soap to rake her inner labia and clitoris.  Rianne couldn't help it and
quickly became aroused by the incessant nagging of his soapy hand and
fingers over her nipples and between her legs.  She had lost awareness of
the hard cock against her back; such was the enjoyment she was getting from
her adult lover's hands.
   Eventually Brad spent more time with the hand holding the soap between
her legs; and the other hand pulling and tweaking her nipples, as the water
cascaded off her front.  He was relatively dry as she shielded the shower
from him.  Soon the hand holding the soap in front between her legs moved
between them and he eased back and ravaged her crotch and sex from behind.
Brad was working to a plan.  The back of her sex and perineum was largely
dry in comparison to her pubis and clitoral area.  The already wet soap
created a thick slimy film which he deliberately drew back and forth into
her butt crack.  She was leaning against him as her legs were feeling weak
from the rising sexual excitement; and she was almost in a dream.  The
preteen girl had no inkling of his intentions.  He gently lubed her anal
ring with the thick slime of the soap.  When he pushed one finger in, she
opened her eyes slightly but thought no more as the soap and rest of his
fingers that held it were against her vulva.  Brad cunningly coated the
inside of her anus with the soap slime and eventually he slid a second
finger to join the first.  Rianne opened her eyes again and after a brief
period of alarm, she relaxed as the fingers gently sodomized her.  She was
well aware that the anus played an important role in a lot of adults' sex
so the preteen simply saw the intrusion as yet a new first in her sexual
liberation.  She slipped back into her dreamy enjoyment and did not realize
brad had maneuvered his cock downwards towards the hand holding the soap
and fingers in her anus; and so doing he was able to surreptitiously
transfer soapy slime to his cock.  He cunningly lubed himself.  The back of
her crotch and butt crack was now very slippery as the shower water could
not reach back there to sluice the slickness away.  Brad eventually let the
soap fall and managed to have it hit his foot first so it did not thud
against the enamel of the bath.  He slipped the fingers from her anus and
taking the cock, he touched it against the wrinkled pucker.  With a swift
move, he bent Rianne forward such that she was surprised and thought she
would fall.  Instinctively she placed her hands out against the wall and as
she struggled to comprehend what was happening, Brad punched the head of
his cock through the tightness of her sphincter.  Rianne cried out in
objection to what he was doing; taken by surprise and pain of her tight
hole being breached so forcefully by the intruding cock caused her struggle
to get him out of her.  She struggled to twist away but he held her tightly
and forced her further over and she was sure she would fall so she was
effectively rigidly braced, although her sphincter was tightly clenched in
her self defense against the penetrating cock.  Holding her in a half stoop
and her braced for him, Jared gave a series of powerful in-out shoves and
skewered the helpless girl; Rianne crying out in pain as the thick cock
opened her up.  The soap was certainly a help but he had not lubricated her
very deeply and the cock was causing a painful fire in the inner ring of
her anus.  But the soft tissue of her anal tract expanded and he sheathed
to the hilt with the pain and burning sensation concentrated on the
stretching of the sphincter.
   Jared quickly became absorbed in the pleasure of his raping her anus;
for rape it was as Rianne cried and wailed `non, non, no...stop it stop it'
as he fucked her vigorously.  Switching from English to French to curse
him, and then back to English to plead for him to stop.  Jared was excited
by her resistance and ignored her.  He fucked her for at least ten minutes.
Eventually Rianne's protests and struggles waned as she became tired and
she had found a certain position for her bent-over body where the pain was
just bearable.  Sobbing and gasping in discomfort, the small girl succumbed
to a hard anal rape.  Her misery only being relieved after Brad came hard,
nearly lifting her feet off the bath bottom as he shoved up and deep while
holding her under her midriff, causing her to sob hysterically once more as
the angle of intrusion threatened to tear her sphincter.  Eventually he
withdrew and she bent forward, her head touching the wall and she allowed
herself to sink to her knees and the water cascaded over her back.  He
turned her to kneel facing him and as the water sprayed onto her back, he
had her suck him clean.  This seemed the ultimate indignity to her as they
were in a shower where he could clean himself easily, and this still hard
tube of flesh had been deep in her most sacred tunnel and she felt weak in
the stomach as he held her wet hair while she reluctantly laved his cock.
   ***
   Brad knew he had overstepped the mark.  After she had fled the bathroom
and dressed, he showered and shaved.  After he dressed in Sophie's room he
went to Rianne's room and discovered she was not there.  He went out into
the living area and could not find her.  She had left the apartment.  He
made a coffee and sat on the settee.  He thought about what had happened so
far since Sophie had entrusted him with her daughter's care.  Here on this
couch, he had taken the girls virginity.  Time dragged by and still no
Rianne.  She eventually returned mid-afternoon and when she let herself in,
carrying two bags of groceries, she avoided eye contact with him.  She was
sad; even a little morose and when he went to gently lead her to the settee
to talk over what had happened in the shower, she reacted as if he were a
leper.  Pulling her arm back as he tried to touch it; with a fearful look
in her eyes.  He felt gutted she now saw him as somewhat repugnant, yet his
sexist attitude to her did not allow him to accept he had actually raped
her anally.  In fact their total sexual contact, even given her consent,
was actually rape; even if not by force.  Brad simply did not see his
actions as wrong or perhaps harmful to the girl.  Sadly she was the product
of a permissive mother and he simply saw her eagerness to have sex with him
as an adult thing and took it as a sign it was OK.  And this from the
father of a preteen girl not much younger than this young French girl he
had fucked.
   The remainder of the day dragged and she avoided him.  Her self-imposed
exile in her bedroom finally ending when she approached him tentatively
about nine o'clock that evening.
   "We must eat," she said simply.  "I can prepare some dinner."
   He turned and looked at her, feeling shitty for this rift between them.
   "I shall take you out Rianne," he began.  "Just name the place and guide
us there and I will buy you the best meal you want," he said trying to
sound as sincerely contrite as he could.
   She shrugged and nodded her agreement.  She took him to another bistro
she said her mother often went to and they had a very nice dinner.  French
are rather liberal about alcohol and minors so nobody from the bistro
intervened when he poured her a glass of wine.  This did the trick and it
went straight to her head such that by the time they had eaten and were
walking home, she was holding his arm and talking animatedly; asking him
questions about the US.  They'd never really discussed anything in the time
they had been together; it had all been sexual in word and deed.  By the
time they arrived back at the apartment, Rianne was back to her old bubbly
self; drawn out of her somber mood by two large glasses of wine.  As he
settled on the settee, she opened a bottle of red wine from Sophie's wine
shelf.  Ordinarily Brad would have stopped her, realizing she had had too
much already.  But he was so relieved at her return to good humor he did
not want to seem like the heavy parent.  She handed him the glass and
toasted him and took a long drink of the wine.  He studied her as she
swallowed and wiped her mouth rather childishly.  For one brief moment he
saw her as a little girl trying to act grown up and a fleeting hint of
shame flushed through him.  But he saw the swell of her breasts and the
clear line of her bra beneath the satin blouse she wore and any thoughts of
behaving responsibly vanished.  The shiny satin of the light blue blouse
reminded him of the see-through panties she had shown him in the photos.
   "Show me the photograph of you in lingerie again," he said interrupting
her bubbly soliloquy about nothing.
   A huge smile came to her face and with a "yes" confirming it was a good
idea, she jumped from the settee and skipped lightly to her room, returning
with the yellow photographic envelope.  The poured over the photos again
and he had to concede the titillation provided by the partially clad Rianne
was quite strong.  He'd seen her naked; her bald sex and budding breasts
exposed, yet the photos brought on an allure which seemed to further
enhance her young body.  The just visible dark line of her slit behind the
material, and the full plumpness of the pubis and vulva against the
material were exciting to him.  Offset by the crease of her groin to the
larger labia and the slightly out of focus breasts as the photo was taking
looking into the girls crotch and along her torso as she lay on her back.
Rianne was very proud of them
   "We can take our own," Brad said suddenly.
   The girl stopped her excited chatter and sat with her mouth open and a
look of curiosity on her face.
   "How?" she said quickly.
   "I have a camera...quite a good one actually," Brad said.  "And you have
the new pieces of underwear.  We can do our own fashion shoot," he said
raising his eyebrows.
   "Yes...yes, oh yes," Rianne said excitedly.  "But where...where shall we
do it?" she asked, her face clouding as she looked around the room.
   "In your room...on your bed.  We'll take off the duvet and just use the
bed sheet as a back drop.  I'll make sure we don't capture anything that
could identify you or your room...but you will know...and me of course"
Brad said with a grin.
   "But how will we get these pictures?" she said, her face clouding at the
practicality of developing what could be seen as risqu�' photographs at
public photo shops.
   "I am sure we can find someone suitably discreet," he said realizing she
had a point.
   This was the age just before digital cameras and people had to use the
photo shops that would normally baulk at pictures that may be deemed
offensive or pornographic if of young girls or boys in particular.  But he
concluded the photographs may not be able to identify age.  Many adult
women had hairless crotches by choice.  Certainly the photographs Rianne
already had seemed non age specific apart from two which showed her breasts
more clearly as most probably of a young pubescent girl.  He would make
sure what he viewed was not sufficient to identify her as under age.
   The joked and laughed through the amateur photo shoot.  Rianne was
totally uninhibited as she changed from one pair of new panties to the
next. Brad crouched between her spread legs and took numerous shots with
and without flash on his expensive SLR camera.  The film in it was barely
used and he stopped just short of the 36 exposures available for the five
pair of panties she had.  The sight of Rianne's mound and the allure of her
sex framed by the material he had her stretch using her hands, holding just
out of shot, so the sex looked full and inviting and the slit was clearly
revealed.  Finally he coaxed her to draw the thin crotch material to one
side and he took two shots of her exposed sex with the full thick labia in
stark contrast to the small wrinkled inner lips.  They had consumed the
bottle of wine as they photo shoot went on and both were now lightheaded
with Rianne leaning towards intoxication.  The camera safely returned to
his flight brief case, Brad returned to her room and caught her sliding the
most recent panties used in the shoot from her legs.  He walked to her and
took her in his arms and kissed her.
   "Mmmmmm," was her only response as he crushed her mouth with his.
   He rolled her onto the stark white bed sheet and crouched at the bed
side and moved his mouth into her crotch.  Rianne sighed as she felt his
tongue slide over her sex and the preteen abandoned herself to the man as
he expertly ate her out.  This was a far cry from the rough sodomy of her
morning shower.  He drove her mad and so she was writhing on the bed in her
intoxication from too much wine and the incessant nagging of his mouth and
fingers now jammed in her cunt; with his ring finger inserted in her anus.
She came hard, gasping and crying in pleasure, and she squirted a little
with the intensity of her release.  Without waiting for her to fully absorb
the enjoyment of the afterglow of her orgasm, Brad stood and quickly
stripped naked.  He lifted her legs up and wide and nudged his cock against
the reddened slightly dilated sex lips, and with a slight adjustment of his
hips, his cock engaged her without him having to touch it.  He slid into
her as she groaned and gasped as it spread her open wider than the fingers
had done.  He fucked her solidly; slowing when he became close and then
returning to a steady butt-slapping pounding.  Her body jostled and jiggled
with his efforts and she drew the back of one forearm across her forehead
as she was fucked hard by her mother's friend; her caregiver for these few
days.  And she loved it.  This was true adult sex as she had imagined.  Not
the furtive giggling fumbles with her best friend Ann-Maria in the school
dormitory that was her only sexual experience with another person until
this weekend.  Brad had taken her virginity well and truly.  He came long
and hard; slamming her with guttural grunts and gasps, echoed by Rianne as
she was pummeled by his urgency.  Brad was still holding her legs high and
wide as he stooped over her on the bed and finished fucking her.  He slowly
lowered her legs so they hung over the side of the bed, and taking her face
in his hands he kissed her tenderly and whispered "you are a glorious fuck
Rianne...better than your mother."
   It was a crass thing for him to say yet the girl's face clearly showed
his words were a compliment, albeit perhaps not one she would ordinarily
have wondered about.  She was aware he and her mother had been lovers; to
what degree she did not know.  And hearing his praise, even if couched in
rather crude vulgar terms, she did take it as complimentary.
   "You're so good at it," she whispered in a tired childlike voice.
   The intensity of her own orgasm earlier, coupled with the wine and the
vigor of his fucking was drawing her into sleep.  He watched her eyes
flutter closed and realized she was out to it.  He cursed giving her so
much wine.  He was up to fuck her all night.  And Sophie was due back
Sunday evening.  There was only the late morning to mid afternoon, given he
was sure she would be tired until at least late morning given her sexual
efforts and the wine she had drunk.  He dragged her gently up the bed and
found the duvet on the floor and pulled it over them.  Turning off the
bedside lamp he joined her in the sleep of sexual satisfaction.
   Rianne was somewhat hung over next morning.  She first stumbled from the
bed in darkness to pee and then drank a large amount of water before
returning to bed to pass out once more.  Her mind befuddled by the alcohol
and tiredness.  Just after daybreak she went to the bathroom again and
emptied her bladder from the previous large drink on her last visit, and
then drank another large tumbler of water to sate her thirst.  Once more
she stumbled back to bed only this time she did not escape Brad's attention
as she had woken him and he had a large erection; morning wood.  With
little will to repel his advances, she succumbed as he rolled her on her
side, and pushing her upper leg up so her knee was against her breasts, he
straddled the leg on the bed and fucked her as he knelt over her.  He
seemed to go for hours and Rianne tried to pass out, she felt so tired. 
But his steady fucking and the cock sliding tight in her young body kept
her partially awake and aware of his taking his pleasure.  Eventually he
came hard; flooding her tight canal and then slowly withdrawing to allow
his own fatigue to over take him as he nestled in behind her.  She
instinctively reached for his upper arm and draped it over her; locking her
fingers in his in an age old lovers post-coital pose.  As his semen leaked
from her sex and spread a wet patch under her thigh, they slept.
   They awoke late morning with Rianne feeling decidedly jaded.  Brad was
not deterred and after they talked quietly about the preceding events since
being left together by Sophie, he initiated sex once more.  Rianne was
feeling anything but sexual but she went along with him as she was still
too tired to fight it.  He did bring about a mild orgasm with his mouth and
fingers and as she lay in a fatigued haze, she felt his fingers dalliance
on her anus.
   `Oh no' she thought.  `Not that again'
   He had scouted the bathroom on a visit he had made to pee at about ten
thirty and found a large jar of cold cream for removing make up.  He had
sneaked it back to the bedroom and seeing she wasn't about to resist him,
Brad quickly smeared Rianne's nether regions with the greasy emollient. 
Pushing copious quantities into her anal cavity until he was satisfied she
was well greased.  He wiped his cock with the residue on his hands until
his cock was a dull sheen and ready.  Rianne allowed him to roll her on her
back and lifting her legs up and over his shoulder, he took his time slowly
introducing his cock into her greased ass.  With her eyes half closed and
her face somewhat contorted with discomfort, he sodomized her for the
second morning in a row.  This time he was gentler and the extra
lubrication helped immensely.  It was still a trial for the small girl to
take such a big cock in her asshole, yet this time she endured it much
easier and she even helped by moving a few times to minimize the
discomfort. He smiled with vain male pride, believing she was enjoying the
anal fuck and watched her face as he jabbed and stabbed onto her guts.  At
the end even though she was a reluctantly participant, she admitted it
wasn't near as bad as the sodomy in the shower the previous day.
   Some time past noon she rose and went into the bathroom and inspected
herself.  She was a greasy smelly mess from being fucked since last night;
vaginally and anally.  She wiped her crotch with a wash cloth damp with
warm soapy water and went back to the bedroom.  Her plan was to put on her
robe and make coffee.  As she walked into the room she noted Brad lying
back with his arm behind his head and the other hand stroking a fresh
erection.  She gave a look of exasperation but felt her legs carry her back
to the bed.  He had her squat over him, seeing he was already for sex, and
she lowered herself ungainly onto his cock.  He kept her there for what
seemed like hours; watching her as she rose and fell on his thick pole as
he coached her to ride him.  At one point he diddled her clitoris and
squeezed her breast and nipples and her burgeoning sexuality betrayed her
and she came, which surprised her.  He had made her orgasm with his mouth
and fingers but now he was buried deep in her and the sensation of being
filled by his adult cock, and the orgasm brought on by the fingers was a
new sensation.  She liked it but barely able to sit up, she lolled forward
in sexual bliss so her hair fell over his chest as her forehead rested on
his shoulder and he chuckled and rolled them both over.  He fucked her
urgently and came hard inside of her.  Eventually he allowed her to finally
leave the bed near three in the afternoon; having back scuttled her doggy
fashion while she was still semi-comatose from the previous ride he had
forced from her.  Grunting and holding her under her waist, Brad fucked her
roughly and filled her young cunt once more.  Fortunately for Rianne, it
was the last time as they needed to prepare for her mother's return later
that afternoon.
   ***
   Brad had reflected on his illicit liaison with Rianne as he flew back to
the US, and not once did he feel any remorse at what happened.  Rianne and
Brad had made sure they had their story straight about how they filled in
their time together for Sophie, who was none the wiser about what had
happened.  Brad slept the Sunday night on the couch as he had that first
night he arrived and Rianne went to bed early.  Her young body fatigued
from the sexual ravaging it had taken from the handsome American.  Brad had
told her he would be back in due course with the pictures he took and they
embraced as a sign of complicity to discretion about their torrid
adventure. Sophie had arrived back from Cannes somewhat disillusioned with
her visit and she had cryptically alluded to some serious misgivings about
her new beau.  That Sunday evening she confessed he was somewhat of a
childish person, but did not elaborate.  But she said she would not see him
again.  Brad flew back to the US on the Monday and arrived back in
Minneapolis late that night.  The stay with Sophie, albeit alone with
Rianne, had been somehow therapeutic.  The sex with an underage French girl
with whom he had been trusted to care for, gave him a sense he had had an
experience that was so mind-blowing, his thoughts about Maria seemed
unimportant now.  He gradually gained Maria's consent to once more have
their children to stay at weekends; having been reassigned by the airline
to domestic routes in the interim; so he could get his domestic situation
sorted.  Soon he was back flying and it wasn't long before he and Maria had
a working relationship where the kids were concerned.  He was still bitter
and somewhat difficult on occasion when they met in person without the kids
but she graciously acknowledged it was somewhat understandable.  He needed
to grieve the demise of their marriage as he would grieve a death.  If she
had only known what his ventures abroad had led him into over their married
life she would not have been so forgiving; certainly not if she had any
inkling about what took place with Rianne.
   It was one Thursday afternoon.  Brad had the day off and he was doing
some yard work when he looked up and saw a middle age man and a woman,
perhaps in her thirties, approaching from the side of his house.
   "Mr.  Horrell," the man called as the pair came up to him,
   "Yes," Brad asked curiosity on his face.
   "Mr.  Bradley Horrell?" the woman asked.
   She was slim and had a thin face framed with short reddish curly hair;
wearing a trouser suit that looked a little tired.  The man wore a basic
gray suit and a thin dark tie that was not knotted correctly and loose at
the collar.
   "Yes, that's right," Brad acknowledged wondering why she was being so
specific; he'd already admitted who he was.
   "Detectives Honeywell, and Johnson," the man said indicating the woman
was Honeywell.
   "Oh yes?" Brad said somewhat taken aback two detectives had come to see
him.
   "Do you have a camera Mr.  Horrell?" detective Honeywell asked, staring
sternly at him.
   "Yes...yes I do," Brad began slowly.  "Quit a good one in fact...and
SLR, 35 millimeter...why?"
   "Did you take these pictures Mr.  Horrell?" detective Johnson said and
produced an envelope he had held behind his suit coat tail as he
approached.
   He fished several photographs out and brad instantly knew what they were
about and he was flabbergasted they had them.  They were the pictures he
had taken with Rianne but he had never developed the film.  He stood mouth
agape as detective Johnson showed him the two shots of Rianne's sex while
pulling the crotch of her panties aside.
   "I have no idea," Brad stammered.
   "Well seems they were on a film your daughter took into a Photo Hut,"
Detective Honeywell said, staring at him accusingly.
   "My daughter?  I have no idea where she got such a film from," he
stammered looking from one detective to the other.
   He could see they did not believe him saying he had no knowledge.
   "There were other photographs; less offensive than these two, but
disturbing nonetheless," Detective Honeywell said acerbically.  "And a
couple of blurred shots of squirrels in that tree out front, if I'm not
mistaken," the woman detective said narrowing it down to the fact they
believed it was his camera the film came from.
   It suddenly dawned on Brad.  His daughter Alison had spotted the
squirrel gathering leaves in its mouth and had queried him about it.  He
had explained that squirrels nested and had their babies in trees much like
birds.  It was probably a mother squirrel making her nest.  She must have
taken his camera from his flight case and used the last shots on the film.
The film he had used with Rianne.  It would be no difficulty for Alison to
remove the film as it rewound automatically when finished.  She would have
simply opened the camera and taken the film for processing.  Not telling
him what she had done.  He stood stunned by what had clearly happened. 
Worse still, did Maria know what was on the camera?  If she knew she would
wreck any chance of him keeping access to the children; especially Alison.
Brad thought fast.  He knew the evidence was overwhelming that it was his
camera that had taken the photos as the squirrel in his tree was proof
enough.
   "We'd like you to come down to the station and answer a few questions,"
Detective Johnson said politely.
   "Am I being arrested?" Brad asked firmly.
   "Not yet," Detective Honeywell answered snidely.
   "Ahem, what Detective Honeywell means is this is a preliminary inquiry
as to who the subject might be for the photos, not an arrest," Johnson said
quickly to override Honeywell's presumptive comment.  "But it would be in
your best interests to cooperate."
   "Sure...right," Brad answered scowling at the woman detective.
   She was a right asshole in Brad's assessment.  She'd already had him as
the culprit.  And of course she was right, only Brad had an inkling they
might find it hard to pin it on him.  There was a small matter of
jurisdiction for a start.  The offense, if that's what taking the pictures
was, happened in France.
   I'll just get my jacket," he said walking past the detectives to the
back porch.
   "Oh...Mr.  Horrell," Detective Johnson called.  "Bring your camera. 
Let's have a look at it."
   Brad was sure the camera was his alibi.  The date on the photographs was
inserted by the camera.  He was in France, his passport could attest to
that.  He felt he was OK.  He'd bring his passport too.
   The situation deteriorated when neither detective bought the story he
put forward that persons unknown used his camera from his flight bag at a
liberal party he attended.  When he went down the path that the photos were
taken in France, and so what law was broken in the US, both detectives
pointed out that the date on the camera could have been set to show it was
the time he was in France, and then set correctly again.  In other words it
could have been staged and the pictures were actually taken before or after
his French trip.  Brad began to feel uneasy as he could see their logic. 
Yet he instinctively felt they had to prove who the person was and what age
she was.  He had already contested setting the girls age by the genitals
alone; saying it could be a legal age girl or young woman with the penchant
for shaving her pubis.  He recognized they reluctantly felt this was a
possibility though they never conceded it; but he felt better he had them
realizing the onus of proof was on them.  They let him leave but called him
back the following week.  The floored him with the contention that the
photos were of his daughter Alison.  He became angry at this suggestion and
the implication he had used his daughter this way and insisted he have a
lawyer present for any subsequent discussions.  They let him go once more.
He did consult a lawyer who assured him that the onus of proof the subject
was under age was on the police, and even then, the photos as such were not
illegal; even if they were his daughter.  Even though that might bring
about more intense scrutiny as to what else may have happened when the
photos were taken.  And if as he insisted, they were taken in France, they
could not charge him with trafficking pornography or possession of
offensive material as the film was not developed when he returned and
therefore the images not visible.  And he could argue he had no intention
of developing the film and it was only his daughter's unauthorized actions
that caused the film to be printed; not him.  To the police's contention of
a tampered date and the photographs being taken in the US, it was likewise
for them to prove.  He felt better.  The advice was for him to sit tight
say no more and the cops would drop it because of insufficient evidence.
   But they hadn't counted on Maria.  She turned up unexpectedly to see
Brad one evening and launched into him about the photos.  He was stunned
she knew and she angrily revealed the police had come to her and asked if
there was any way she could identify the pictures as being of Alison. 
Being a mother they felt she may have been able to identify her daughter's
nude sex through natural mother daughter contact with the girl.  She
emphatically denied they were of Alison, believing this was the case, and
in saying so, actually helped Brad by eliminating an obvious possible
subject from the police's inquiry.  But what she learned was her husband,
for whom she felt genuinely guilty about leaving him, was revealed as some
sort of pervert.
   "They're not Alison...and it's not what the police wanted me to say; but
you've taken obscene photographs of some girl about the same age as your
own daughter," she fumed.  "My God what are you Brad?  Some sort of
pervert...a pedophile?  What happened before or after with that girl you
took those photographs of?" she hissed, glaring at him.
   He stammered out his story about someone taking the camera at a bawdy
party in Paris; as a joke or prank, for to cause embarrassment when he came
to develop it.  He argued that it wasn't an underage girl at all in the
photos but a young woman with a shaven pubis.  Maria didn't buy it and told
him so in no uncertain terms.  She believed that he took them, and that
potentially something untoward had happened before or after the photographs
were taken, that constituted an odious affair with an underage girl.  She
continually drew relativity with Alison and "how could you...how could you
Brad" was repeated over and over.  No matter how hard he tried to convince
her that his story was true, she steadfastly refused to accept such a
lame-ass load of bull as she put it.  The fact she was right made it
difficult for him to force his story through her skepticism.  The cops
eventually took the issue no further on advice from the DA; that as such it
was hard to see any crime was committed if the detectives had no victim in
the US, and they knew the determination of the age of the subject was
doubtful at best.  No subject, no case.  And if the photos were taken in
France, they had no jurisdiction and the French authorities were unlikely
to investigate.  The best they might succeed with was a relatively minor
charge if the photos were deemed pornography; and this was a long shot as
nudity did not automatically constitute pornography.  They may be
offensive, but that was subjective.
   But Brad's real punishment came from Maria.  She had stopped feeling
sorry for him brought on by guilt about her infidelity and leaving him so
suddenly.  She summoned him to a meeting with her lawyer.  They put it to
Brad she would claim sole custody of their children and that all access for
him would be managed by Maria; and he wasn't to be alone with Alison.  He
was crushed and hurt that she saw him as someone who would harm their
daughter.  The fact he could abuse someone else's child was conveniently
ignored by him though not lost on Maria.  He vehemently opposed agreeing to
the proposed restrictions on his contact with his children but she
eventually coerced him into accepting her terms with threats of raising the
photographs and the police suspicions in the Family Court if he refused to
cooperate.  His own lawyer advised him that he would be just as badly off
by almost certainly losing joint custody and having his access supervised
if the issue of the photos was raised.  And the stigma raised by the police
suspicions would become a matter of record in their divorce proceedings and
could be an impediment going forward.  So reluctantly Brad gave in.  It was
a miserable outcome but one which he eventually conceded he could not
avoid. The actual divorce was quick and clean.  Fifty-fifty on the sale of
their joint property, and he would make statutory alimony and child support
payments based on his income.  Maria's contempt for him was now such that
she did not want anything more than what which was legally expected of him.
Living with her new man Tom took the financial pressure off of her so she
had her share of the sale of their house as a nest egg?  Brad on the other
hand had to put his proceeds from the house sale into a small apartment. 
He still had the alimony and child support payments as well as his mortgage
to meet.  And with access to the kids a mere twice a monthly, he went back
on international flights to try and increase his take home pay to make ends
meet.
   Maria was well prepared for the split and after a period of nine months,
she announced she and the kids moving to Chicago as her man Tom Whittle had
received a promotion in his job.  Having already mortgaged himself to the
hilt in Minneapolis, Brad had no prospect of relocating to be near the
kids. He saw it for what it was.  Maria was using apparently normal life
choices to further remove him from their children's lives.  She would know
it would cripple him financially to follow them; making it impossible for
him to leave Minneapolis to Chicago to be near them.  He was devastated by
the depth of her animosity towards him now; yet she was entirely balanced
where Brad was concerned with both Alison and Gary.  Determined the kids
would never hear her being derogatory about their father despite her own
contempt for him.  She simply set about weaning them off him by
circumstances.  And so what the police could not do from the photographs,
Maria effectively punished him instead.  He felt that he had got a life
sentence despite neither the police nor Maria knowing of the real facts
behind the pictures; yet knowing Maria's belief was correct.  Brad's life
was ruined by his folly.  It remained to be seen how he could ever recover.
   As Brad sat in his lonely apartment holding school portraits of Alison
and Gary, he wept.  He wept for his children who he would hardly ever see
grow through their formative years into adulthood; and losing his fatherly
input and guidance of them.  He wept for his suffering from sexual
narcissism and the false pride and ego that had brought about his downfall.
He wept for the realization his loving wife, whom he had cheated on so
shamelessly without her knowledge; now saw him as a perverted monster.  And
he wept for Rianne whom he now realized would be impacted forever by his
behavior; much as his own children and wife had been.  Realization and
contrition had come all too late.  His life would be forever changed by the
events of those two nights in the summer of 1995 back in Paris.  He wept
for his salvation.  Only time would tell if it would come.
   The End
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