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The Rowing Machine

By

Romany

(M/F, M/teen, oral, anal, rel)

Carl met Dawn on Halloween. When the doorbell rang, he trooped
down the stairs clutching a bag of mixed candy to dispense to the
trick-or-treater who had pushed the button. He was surprised to
see a tall slim willowy black girl of about thirteen or fourteen
standing in the doorway holding a white plastic supermarket bag.
His surprise at not finding a grade schooler dressed in some
costume was evident and he forgot his manners and quite openly
ogled the teen who was very attractive. She had long black hair
in braids which were loosely held at the back in a broad pony
tail, and smooth skin of a chocolate color. She was one of those
black girls that had fine features; like a young Halle Berry or
Whitney Huston. She must have been easily 5� 7� with a pretty
face and elegant neck. Her breasts were medium sized and with her
slim waist and hips in proportion, she looked delicious. Her legs
seemed to go on for ever, crammed into a tight pair of blue jeans
and the swell of her crotch was prominent and inviting. She wore
a gray hoodie open at the neck, and visible beneath it a pale
lemon tee shirt or similar. On her feet she wore a pair of white
fabric slip-on scuffs. Carl�s surprise and subsequent leering
scrutiny of her person did not faze the young girl one bit and
she smiled and said �trick or treat� in a sweet voice, as she
held the bag open before her. The look she gave Carl was one of a
girl who knew exactly what effect she was having on him and he
guessed she was thinking; �He wants to fuck me.� In truth he was
wondering what a teen her age was doing trick or treating; he
thought this occasion was for preschoolers to sixth grade. Carl
also detected an obvious Jamaican lilt to her voice. She clearly
wasn�t African American in dialect. He grinned at her and dropped
a couple of bite sized candy bars in the bag.

�Where�s your costume,� he jokingly challenged.

�I�m wearin� it,� she shot back looking quizzically at him as if
he was stupid not realizing what her costume was.

It threw him as he had no idea what her street clothes
represented and he stood a little perplexed at her meaning. She
smiled sweetly and turning she walked along the covered sidewalk
that served as access to Carl�s and the townhouse opposite. As
she got to the end of the walk, she turned as he was staring at
the sway of her beautiful butt and the long slender legs and
called back;

�I�m dressed to kill,� and she laughed out loud as she
disappeared from view.

�Smart little bitch,� Carl muttered under his breath. �I�d soon
fuck that out of you,� then quickly looked around as if someone
heard him. The vestibule was deserted.

Carl had a rowing machine he had bought when he lived with Linda.
They used it regularly and when the inevitable split came, he had
grabbed it in the division of their meager shared property. Linda
had moved in with her friend Eileen and did not have room anyway,
so it was never an item of dispute. In fact, as Linda was keen to
ditch him following a string of one-night stands she became aware
of, she was happy just to get out of their relationship. It was a
big hurt for her given she thought the affluent and good looking
Carl was �the one.� But his constant two-timing and lying about
his whereabouts nights he did not come home; or the rumors he was
dating others when she went home to Syracuse to visit her family,
finally took its toll so she split.

The community Carl rented in was quite new with a range of
apartments such that there was a moderately broad cross-section
of affluence. His apartment was two bedrooms and he had decided
to make the smaller room into a mini-gym dominated by the rowing
machine and a weight bench he had to work out on. As he had not
long moved in, the rowing machine was still downstairs in the
garage and he needed to remove the single bed in the bedroom
before he could set up the rowing machine. He also had a desk
with a laptop and an acoustic guitar in one corner so this room
would be his playroom. It was the Saturday after Halloween that
he was down in the garage making space to store the bed and
mattress from the second bedroom before carrying the gym gear
upstairs that he heard a voice. Turning to look at the open door
of his garage, the young black teen that had come to the door on
Halloween was peering around the side of the door frame and
looking at the rowing machine in the middle of the garage floor.

�What�s that?� she asked quizzically looking at the equipment.

Carl smiled remembering her and the carnal thoughts that had
crossed through his mind that evening.

�It�s a rowing machine,� he said smiling at her.

She wore a pair of tight gray stone wash jeans that came down to
her mid calf, and a pair of white sneakers with white sox. She
had on the same gray hoodie she wore on Halloween night and under
it a light red shirt. The shape of her body was obvious as she
stepped to the right of the front of his car pulled up close in
the garage door opening. He swallowed hard and couldn�t disguise
his obvious pleasure at staring at her nubile form. She was
looking at the gym equipment and without invitation, walked
slowly up to it and touched the large wheel housing that provided
the magnetic resistance.

�It�s a boat?� she asked; her Jamaican accent causing a small
thrill to run through his body.

�No, dummy,� he laughed out loud. �Its gym equipment�made to work
like rowing a boat.�

She scowled at his calling her dummy but blushed at her ignorance
as she realized what it represented.

�Oh�I get it,� she chuckled. �I thought it would sink if you put
it in water,� she said and smiled at him sheepishly for missing
the obvious.

He stood watching her as she circled it slowly and he could tell
she was still not sure how it went together as if rowing a boat.

�Still can�t see it?� Carl chuckled. �Here I�ll show you,� he
said and he sat over the bar and positioned his butt on the
sliding seat.

He fastened each foot in the footrests with the Velcro restraint
and then reaching forward he took the handle and slowly pulled it
our. He increased the pace and the LCD display came to life;
powered by an electrical dynamo fixed to the wheel. The wheel
made a strong swooshing sound as it was not only magnetic
resistance but also air resistance due to the vanes on the wheel
spokes. The girl beamed as she got the idea of what the machine
was about and Carl soon pulled effortlessly as he slid back and
forth on the slide.

�Can I have a go,� the girl called excitedly over the noise.

Carl grinned and without replying he slowed down and undid his
feet from the restraints.

�Here, hop on,� he said smiling at her.

The girl straddled the seat and sat down; reaching her long legs
to the restraint blocks. She slid herself back and forward a few
times and smiled at him to show she had mastered the sliding
action.

�Strap your feet in,� he said and bent to fasten the strap on his
side.

When he finished, she leaned forward and did the foot on the
other side away from him. As she did this he ogled her body and
the tight butt on the seat.

�What�s your name?� he asked.

�Dawn�Dawn England,� she replied and glanced at him; pausing in
her securing her foot to note he was ogling her.

Dawn gave a smile of tired exasperation and went back to
tightening the remaining Velcro fastening on her foot. She was
used to grown men�s eyes undressing her. She was sexually aware
enough to know full well men wanted to bed her. Some men were
quite crude and disgusting with their leering, but she had liked
the look of this guy the minute he opened the door that Halloween
night. Older but not too old; and handsome with dark good looks
accentuated by a carefully nurtured five o�clock shadow on his
face. Once she tested the foot restraints and decided they were
tight enough, she slid back and forth a few times, and then
grinning at him as he stood mentally undressing her, she took the
handle and pulled. Carl noted she checked herself and grinned as
he saw her struggle with the resistance. She had underestimated
how hard it was as it was set at maximum resistance.

�Hang on weakling,� he gibed and he turned the knob that
controlled the resistance from �5� down to �1�. �Start off slowly
and get the feel for it,� he instructed.

She scowled at him because he was implying she was weak and as if
to rebut his attitude, she started to pull more vigorously. She
nearly slipped backwards as it was now surprisingly easy and she
grimaced and shook her head and sat staring at him as if he was a
moron.

�Now it�s too loose,� she complained in exasperation.

He grinned and set the knob on �3�.

�Now try it Muscles,� he taunted and she poked her tongue at him
and started to pull the handle toward her.

Like all newcomers to the apparatus, after a few hearty pulls and
the effort beginning to tell, she let her arms droop and touch
her knees as they bent and straightened as she slid back and
forward from the wheel that was now whooshing steadily with her
effort.

�Keep your arms up and straight and pull the handle right to your
chest,� he called over the noise and mimicked what he meant as if
holding a handle. �That way you get the benefit of the workout on
your arms and shoulder muscles.�

For the next five minutes Dawn bent her back and seriously pulled
the handle and began to feel puffed and began perspiring and
acknowledged to herself this was indeed a reasonably strenuous
task. She played basketball at school and she was limber and
athletic but this was quite taxing to her. Carl circled around
her and openly checked her out; feigning interest in ensuring she
held the right posture and dithering with the speed, calories and
distance metrics on the LCD. He was really noting her breasts
were firm and taught under the shirt inside her hoodie as he
peered down the hoodie opening. He stood to the side at the front
and stared openly at the swell of her crotch as she sat astride
the ramp; her feet clamped in place on the blocks. For her part
Dawn stared straight ahead but knew from watching him in her
peripheral vision that he was checking her out and enjoying what
he saw. Despite the onset of tiredness in her legs and the ache
in her lungs, she felt warm and pleased this twenty-something
hunk regarded her as a woman. �This will do nicely� she thought
to herself. Carl could see she was now becoming less able to hold
her arms straight and horizontal and recognized the first wave of
fatigue. This would pass as her body adapted to the exercise and
she would get a second wind in a few minutes. As she slowed the
pace he murmured encouragement to keep the pace and soon she
realized she was getting a second rush of energy as the adrenalin
took over in her system. She recognized it from warm ups at
basketball practice.

Dawn surprised Carl by going fifteen minutes. She was clearly
tiring and her form slumped occasionally and he encouraged her to
retain he posture. She was perspiring inside her jeans and shirt
and her groin felt damp and uncomfortable in the tight jeans; and
her breasts wet under her bra. This was an exercise that needed
roomy clothing. She had a good sweat on her brow and face and her
dark skin shone with the dew of perspiration. As she was becoming
tired he halted her at fifteen minutes on the LCD and she slumped
forward and let her hands drop to her knees and she bent over the
machine puffing in tiredness. She had a broad smile of
satisfaction on her face as she fumbled to undo the foot
restraints and eventually splay her legs out from the apparatus
and slump forward; tired yet feeling pleased she had done well,
judging by his continual complimenting her on her serious effort
to do it right. He helped her to stand and she wobbled on
jelly-like legs and he quickly placed and arm around her to
support her.

�I�m pooped,� she giggled breathlessly. �Do you have any water?�

Carl laughed and turned her to the door to the inside of the
apartment from the garage. He deliberately held her to guide her
although she was regaining her composure and soon she was well
able to walk unassisted. But she knew he wanted the closeness and
she welcomed it as a sign he was genuinely interested in her. At
fourteen she was long through puberty but as yet had had no
fledging sexual contact with boys. No dates, no sneaky kisses;
not even holding hands. This close contact with Carl was a
quantum leap from her dreams of her first boyfriend and who he
would be; who she would kiss first, and yes, even who she would
allow to touch her intimately. And eventually the thought of whom
her first lover would be. All these adolescent dreams were near
the surface as she let Carl lead her up the stairs to the living
area. Only then did he let her go; to fish about in a small
refrigerator where he kept his beer. He produced a small bottle
of Gatorade and smilingly handed it to her. He watched her drink
the Gatorade and as she bent her head back he watched her throat
work as she guzzled the drink. Her neck appearing long and
elegant and he wanted to step forward and run his tongue over it
and taste her perspiration. Carl realized he was hard in his
jeans and he swallowed hard in shock at his sudden arousal and
desire for this young black beauty. He stood subtly trembling as
a reaction to his control of not wanting to jump her; he blushed
to the roots at the thought he was one step back from simply
jumping her.

Dawn had observed the peculiar expression on Carl�s face and it
puzzled her. As he followed her down to the garage with the
Gatorade bottle in her hand, she slowed and let him place a hand
on her shoulder and gently push her forward. When they came into
the garage he quickly dropped his hand realizing the garage door
was open and anyone might look in and see an adult man with a
young teen. He was concerned at the implication of her being here
now and he felt a slight panic he needed to get her out. Yet his
whole being wanted her to stay. The open door seemed to be
exposing his entire thoughts about her and what he wanted to do
with her. Once again Dawn saw a look on his face she could not
place. It worried her a little yet she genuinely felt safe with
him.

�You haven�t tol� me your name,� Dawn said to break the silence.

�I�m Carl�Carl Davis,� he answered.

�You have a girl Carl Davis?� Dawn said bluntly.

�Not yet,� he said with a smile looking her up and down.

�Huh�don� believe any of yo� thoughts,� she said with a sniff and
then smiled at the implied meaning in his once-over look.

 He grinned at her defiance.

�Phew�I�m sweaty,� she said and looked at him a little
coquettishly.

�I could take you upstairs and give you a shower,� he teased,
leering subtly at her.

�I bet you would,� she said wryly looking at him with a faint
smile.

They fell silent and she looked at the rowing machine.

�Can I come back and use it again?� she said expectantly looking
at him

�Sure,� he laughed. �Any time�maybe wear some gym gear.�

She grinned and looked down at her jeans and made a show of
reaching behind her to prise the back seam from her butt and he
felt his face flush with embarrassment; his cock still semi hard
in his shorts.

�Do you need a hand?� he said with a knowing smile.

�No�I�m good,� she smiled sweetly and poked her tongue at him.
�Well I�d best be going,� she added and walked to the open garage
door.

�When will you be back?� he said and their eyes met as she turned
to his question.

�Saturday?� she asked looking at him. �Saturday morning,� she
confirmed for him, before he could answer.

�I can�t wait,� he said evenly and left her in know doubt he was
making a subtle pass at her.

�Oh you�ll have to wait,� she laughed throwing her head back.
�Until I am good and ready,� and she twirled and walked out of
the garage and disappeared out of view.

�You little cock tease� Carl muttered under his breath and he
sped out of the garage to run upstairs; hitting the garage door
closer button as he sped along the corridor to the bottom of the
stairs.

He rushed up the stairs and into the dining room and searched the
grassy area between the rows of apartment buildings until he saw
her walking off to the left. He licked his lips and studied her
tight young butt in her jeans as she walked away from his
building. He groaned and sank back into a dining chair and
frantically pulled his cock from his jeans. In less than two
minutes he came, spewing strong strings of cum onto the carpet
near the window he was facing.

�Oh Christ,� he gasped shamefully, and began to laugh almost in
controlled hysteria. �I�m going to fuck you�you cock teasing
little Dawn bitch,� he gasped crudely as the last weaker spurts
of semen slithered down his fingers curled around his cock. �I�m
going to fuck your sweet black ass off.�

***

Dawn lived with a guardian she called Aunt Jessie. Like Dawn,
Jessie was Jamaican and she had moved to the US with Dawn when
the girl was eleven. Aunt Jessie had always been there since Dawn
could remember. What Dawn did not know was that Jessie was in
fact her older sister and her mother! Jessie had been repeatedly
raped by her father from the age of ten and almost as soon as she
hit puberty, young Jessie had conceived and had Dawn before she
was thirteen. Her father was able to convince everyone that
Jessie had had an unfortunate liaison with a boy and had gotten
pregnant. But as Dawn grew older, the lie was fashioned that
Jessie was not her sister but her late mother�s younger sister;
her Aunt Jessie. Dawn always believed her mother had died shortly
after she was born. Despite the pregnancy, Jessie and Dawn�s
father continued his incestuous hold over Jessie; only to grow
tired of her when the now late teen age girl had gained weight
and was unappealing to him. Jessie was bright and smart and
eventually got a job as a nurse aid in a hospital and rose up to
be a senior registered nurse. The young Dawn showed the early
indications of being a beauty and Jessie feared her daughter
sister would become dangerously interesting to their father. It
was with this in mind that Dawn applied for a position in the US
and was granted access. She slipped out of Jamaica, not telling
their father she was leaving. Jessie thrived and she earned good
money. Dawn in turn also thrived and did well at school and
sports. They had moved to this apartment complex about six months
earlier, being a step up on the rather downbeat neighborhood they
had come from.  Jessie had watched Dawn carefully and as the girl
became more independent, Jessie accepted a schedule that often
saw Dawn at home with hours to spend alone. Usually after school
on days that Jessie finished at nine o�clock. Jessie also worked
Saturday�s until two o�clock so Dawn was alone at home Saturday
mornings. But Jessie was confident she had instilled the girl
with a strong sense of judgment, particularly with older males,
and she felt comfortable leaving the teenager alone in this safer
environment.

Dawn arrived back at her apartment and went straight to her
bedroom and stripped of her sweaty soaked clothes. She still had
the nice glow from the workout and the walk home had been an
ersatz warm-down from the short strenuous exercise. As she stood
in the shower she let her hands pause over her firm young breasts
and delighted in the hardness of her nipples. The girl had
matured early and was familiar with the perfect globes with dark
nipples that had appeared on her chest and she was not averse to
occasional explorations with her long fingers inside her sex. Not
that she deliberately masturbated; just regular subtle feeling
and exploration, culminating in a self examination sitting with a
mirror under herself as she prised the labia open and looked at
her inner sex reflected in the mirror. This was normal healthy
exploration and did not lead to any overtly sexual exploration in
search of pleasure or release. But now standing in the shower,
she felt herself and thought of the handsome Carl and how excited
she felt about him. From this point on, Dawn associated Carl�s
image with her self examination. In short the girl would become
more inclined towards masturbatory touching than the self
examination she had started out with.

Carl masturbated to Dawn�s vision. He extrapolated the contact
they had into full imaginary fucking in his bed. Carl was
handsome, modestly affluent due to a good job on the broker�s
floor on Wall Street, and generally successful with the ladies.
He had lost his virginity at fourteen to an eighteen year old
neighbor and had never looked back. By the time he hit twenty,
Carl had bedded a string of girls his own age or older, and had
received innumerable blow jobs in an array of unlikely
situations. Despite being smart at school, college, and in his
work, he was rather juvenile in a social and romantic sense and
his girlfriends tended to be like him; good looking but not
necessarily socially intelligent. His ex-girlfriend Linda was
easily more intelligent than Carl in the sense of their
relationship; if not the most beautiful partner he had had, she
was still attractive. But even she could not manage him to remain
faithful and she took the last discovered infidelity as an
opportunity to sum up their bleak future together and she finally
called it quits. Now Carl was obsessed with bedding the young
black teen Dawn. His juvenile approach to women and sex deluded
him and he saw the under age girl as if she was an available
grown woman. In contrast, although she would have fantasies about
Carl, Dawn was adamant she was never giving herself to any boy
until she was ready; and that was being nearer twenty than
fifteen in her scheme of what she believed would happen.

When Dawn pressed the doorbell to Carl�s apartment the next
Saturday morning, she was dressed in light nylon gym pants and
jacket. When Carl opened the door and beamed at her in welcome,
his face fell when he spied the sexless green Reebok gear she was
dressed in. He was cheered by the open jacket and the sweat top
Dawn wore under it; tight across her chest accentuating her nice
boobs.

�Ready for more sweat,� Carl chirped as she walked passed him

�Yep Sir,� Dawn replied and studied Carl.

He was dressed in a long pair of sweat shorts and tank top as if
he was either going to workout or maybe had just worked out.
There was an obvious lump in the front of the shapeless shorts
which caused her to blush when she realized it was his cock. As
he turned to walk her upstairs the lump wasn�t evident anymore
and she felt better his genitals were not so obvious inside his
shorts. She stopped and looked at him on the first stair to the
next floor.

�Aren�t we goin� to the garage?� Dawn asked indicating the
corridor to the garage entry.

�I moved the gear upstairs,� he replied cheerily. �It�s what I
was dong when you came on Wednesday evening,� he explained.

Dawn nodded her understanding and followed him upstairs. She was
further surprised to find the rowing machine at one end of Carl�s
large bedroom. He saw her expression of doubt as she walked into
his bedroom and quickly moved to allay any fears she might have
about being in here with him.

�I�ve still got to sort the spare bedroom,� he laughed. �As a gym
room�in the meantime I put this in here,� he continued indicating
the rowing machine. �You�re Ok with that aren�t you?�

�Yeah�sure,� she began although a little uncertain she should be.

Instinctively she knew this was not good and Jessie would have a
fit at her even coming here, let alone working out in a man�s
bedroom.

�Well come on,� he said anticipating the teen shucking her track
pants.

Dawn looked at him uneasily but she unzipped the legs of the
pants at the cuff and slid the light pants off her lower body.
Carl watched expectantly and his heart sunk when he realized she
was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts. There was no chance
these would cling to her butt and crotch as her jeans had done on
Wednesday. She saw his expression and she felt somehow hollow he
did not se her as attractive. She shucked the jacket which had
been open, and he saw more easily the imprint of the cross-over
sports bra she wore under the light gray top. Dawn was feeling
self-conscious as if she was now somehow unattractive and as if
to gain time to assimilate Carl�s obvious negative reaction, she
fished in her track pants pocket and produced a plain white
sweatband which she put on her head.

�That looks really professional,� Carl chuckled; surprised at the
lengths she had gone to.

She was really here to work out. Not here to allow him to seduce
her as he had hoped and somehow taken for granted. She grinned
wanly at him and looked at the rowing machine. She adjusted the
tension to �3� noting it was on �5� and assumed he had used it
since last Wednesday. Carl watched her sit on the apparatus and
strap her feet to the blocks. With a nervous forced smile at him
Dawn grasped the handle and began to pull steadily. From the hips
up she was delectable. Her slim waist to her breasts and exposed
shoulders and her slim arms pulling back against the resistance
the wheel created; coupled with her beautiful fine facial
features and the stark contrast of the white sweatband across her
brow and against her hair. But the crotch area that he had been
so attracted to in her jeans on Wednesday was a limp gathering of
dark material that showed nothing of her nether features. Carl
quickly bored with just looking at her breasts as she slid back
and forward, and eventually he slipped from the room and left her
to it. Dawn felt insulted he had left. She had expected and
accepted he would stay and ogle her upper body and she wanted
that. She wanted him to see her as a woman. As she pulled the
handle in the rowing motion her mind rapidly computed what had
happened. She had actually turned him off when she wanted him to
remain and feel desire for her. The concern she initially felt
about being in his bedroom was still underlying and this whole
turn of events left her confused and the situation she had
anticipated was now flat.

Carl sulked in the smaller bedroom as he tinkered with his
guitar. This was not what he had expected. He had naively
believed her returning this morning was a preamble for some later
sexual contact. He had totally underestimated the fact she might
actually just want to work out. He stayed in the other room until
he heard the machine slow and finally the noise stopped. He
glanced at his watch and realized she had been going twenty
minutes. When he joined her she was standing puffing and panting
as she allowed her breathing to return to normal.

�Need a drink?� he asked indifferently.

�Yes please,� she puffed and quickly dropped her gaze.

�He�s pissed at me,� she thought.

He returned with a bottle of water and handed it to her. She
nodded her thanks and unscrewed the cap and took a long draught
of the water.

�I should have come more prepared,� she gasped as the cold water
took her breath away as she opened her mouth to speak.

She spluttered and began to laugh; embarrassed at her gastronomic
reflex to the water. He forced himself to chuckle with her and
patted her back as if she had food dislodged in her throat.

�Steady on young Dawn,� he said as he patted her back.

Dawn welcomed his touch. Despite it being forced it was a sign he
was not that pissed. But the �young Dawn� comment hit her and she
realized there was a big difference in ages and she felt annoyed
he had said it.

�Can I take this with me,� she said indicating the water bottle.

�Of course he said,� looking at her as if it was a stupid
question.

She grimaced at his tone and felt she had to get out of here. To
retreat and assess the damage she felt had been done.

�I�d best get my stuff,� she mumbled and she turned and walked to
his bedroom.

Carl stood watching her leave and felt shitty it had all gone
sour. She returned now dressed in the track suit and with a
forced smile she made to leave.

�Well I�d best be going,� she started. �Thanks for letting me use
the machine.�

�No problem,� he answered diffidently, but held back saying �any
time.�

Dawn noted the lack of offer to return. She wanted to return but
did not know how she could retrieve the coolness the situation to
have him invite her.

�Can I come back?� she blurted out and mentally cursed herself
for asking the question.

�Sure,� he said casually. �Any time,� but he felt he had said to
much saying �any time.�

�How about Wednesday again,� she asked feeling his answer showed
some interest.

�Sure�make it after six,� he said.

She nodded and left. As she walked across the grass to her
apartment she felt low. This had gone badly. She knew it was the
shorts. In her mind she thought he saw her as the whole package.
But clearly he was only interested in seeing her as he had seen
her on Wednesday when the jeans offered little modesty as she sat
astride the machine. She was immature enough not to recognize she
was mitigating for his immaturity towards her dress sense for the
workout. This was to be her mistake. It was leading her down a
path she otherwise should stay off.

***

That Sunday she and Jessie went shopping as usual. Not that they
ever bought much but they enjoyed the outing. Dawn felt sorry for
Jessie in a sense that Jessie was plump and always wore dresses
or loose clothes that tried to tone down the effect of her big
wobbly breasts and heavy build. In contrast Dawn was slim and
lithe; almost elegant, in her stature. They stopped in the
women�s section at a sports shop and Jessie watched quizzically
as Dawn sorted through athletes shorts that were more like a
thick bikini bottom; the ones that track and field women athletes
often wore.

�What yo� want these for girl?� she said with a frown.

�To wear under my gym shorts,� Dawn answered. �My panties always
get screwed up and caught in my butt,� she added dropping her
voice to a whisper and chuckling.

�Oh�I can� say I had �dat feeling girl,� Jessie chuckled and
nudged the girl in her joking manner.

They bought two pair of the supposed underpants which Dawn knew
could easily be worn on their own. And that was exactly how she
intended them to be worn. It was wearing these under her track
suit bottom that Dawn rang the bell at Carl�s apartment Wednesday
evening. Carl ushered her to the bedroom and Dawn was surprised
he had not made any attempt to relocate the rowing machine as he
had said he would. As she prepared herself by stripping the track
suit, she noted Carl�s expression with delight when she shucked
the bottoms. His jaw dropped open and she noted he swallowed hard
and stared at her lower body as she prepared to remove the
jacket. She was devastatingly sexy. The brief bottoms showing the
firm swell of her pubis and just a hint of the cleft between her
sex lips. As she adjusted the top he stared hungrily at her
crotch and felt his cock stir. Dawn feigned ignoring him and put
the sweat band on, pretending to concentrate on getting the Nike
swirl the right way up before donning the thin stretchy toweling
band. She straddled the bar to lower her butt to the seat and he
almost groaned audibly as she parted her legs to fasten her feet
to the blocks. The smooth bare inner thighs and the lump that was
her sex made him almost giddy. He knew she wore this garb
deliberately and he realized in a flash she was making up for her
sexless appearance on Saturday. He felt heady with desire but
knew he had to work up carefully to what he saw as the
inevitable.

�Do you have any water?� Dawn asked suddenly as she sat ready to
start her workout.

�Uh�yeah�in the fridge,� Carl stammered.

�I�m sorry I forgot to bring any,� she said apologetically.

�No sweat,� he laughed nervously and left the room, returning
with a bottle of water.

This type had the drinking top, not the screw cap, and he peeled
the plastic from it and handed it to her. Dawn took a log
deliberate drink of the water and studied him over the top of the
bottle as she tilted her head back drinking. He was nervous
because of his excitement at her attire. She felt an inner glow
knowing she had cancelled out the negative vibe she felt from him
last Saturday. As she placed the bottle on the floor beside her,
and wiped her mouth, she smiled sweetly at him and muttered
�thanks� and started to pull on the handle. Carl stayed and
undressed her countless times as she pulled at the rowing
machine�s handle. She glanced at him occasionally and felt
pleased he was regarding her as a sexy young woman. She stopped
short of allowing herself to project his thoughts beyond that. In
reality Carl�s thoughts were not wholesome and he was
objectifying her; although Dawn had not considered that a
possibility Once again she misread his immaturity and did not see
the potential danger of this situation. She rowed on purposefully
enjoying his attention.

At the end of the workout, no natural conversational situation
beyond small talk and her dressing in her track suit developed,
and reluctantly Carl had to bid the girl goodbye with a fervent
invitation to return that Saturday. After she had gone he
masturbated frantically, visualizing Dawn astride him or kneeling
as he took her from behind. He gasped and cried out as he came
over his legs as he lay back on his bed. For Dawn�s part she
walked home feeling smug and pleased with herself and even did a
couple of small pirouettes to signify her victory in getting his
attention. In the shower she felt her breasts and allowed the now
familiar dreamy feeling to flow through her as she fumbled in her
sex and pinched a nipple. Somewhere in her reverie a new feeling
rushed up on her, taking her by surprise; and she stifled a cry
as if the world would hear her, and staggered such that she had
to brace the hand pinching her nipple against the wall.

�You cum,� she said under her breath. �You cum girl,� she said
breathlessly and chuckled. �Oh good Lord you cum girl,� she said
loudly knowing Jessie was not home.

Between then and the next Saturday morning Dawn tried out her new
found technique. Now knowing she was masturbating for
satisfaction; not just making biological investigations. She
quickly learned that she had to be in a certain mood within
herself as the few times, morning and night, that she tried to
bring back the feeling she experienced in the shower, she just
missed getting there. On other occasions she got there quite
effortlessly. In those few days she worked out this was not a
purely repeatable mechanical thing. She had to be right for it.
She also worked out it came from her thoughts of Carl. Not just
thinking about him, but feeling for him as she had felt when she
walked home last Wednesday. Carl had no such worry. He jacked
himself off morning and night without much impediment at all.
Such was the physiological advantage men had over women.

The next Saturday was similar to the Wednesday and Carl remained
right through Dawn�s workout on the rowing machine; still
situated in his bedroom. Dawn enjoyed his presence and was now
daring in overtly displaying herself as she prepared to mount and
dismount the apparatus. Carl ogled her openly and Dawn returned
his stare with looks of approval not reproach as they should have
been; from the moral judgment Jessie had instilled in her. An
observer would note a na�ve teen girl with a crush on a socially
immature adult man, who should know better than encouraging it.
But despite this shift in their acceptance of the escalation of
emotions in the context of the workout, Carl�s was frustrated at
there being no obvious opening to entice the girl into his arms
or onto his bed. For the first time in his life this did not
naturally develop and he had no idea how to move the situation
on. He had always been with women of like mind or women who had
had experience and did not object to mutual overtures that led to
sex. As Dawn returned twice a week, Carl�s frustration grew. Of
course despite her feelings for Carl, Dawn�s basic instruction
from Jessie was the glue that held her chastity in place and she
did not move beyond simply showing her body off as she went about
using Carl�s rowing machine. To her, this was OK. It was in the
context of his inability to actually seduce the teen that Carl
had a pleasant distraction that would prove pivotal in his
pursuit of Dawn.

***

Carl�s friend Reggie invited Carl to a small English style pub in
Paramus. It was jammed tight with a mainly young adult clientele
and Carl soon began trolling the pub looking for women. Reggie
had invited two friends but they had girlfriends as did Reggie.
So Carl was odd man out. But somewhere in the crush, an
aquaintence of one of the girlfriends happened to be there and
struck up a conversation with Carl and soon they were shoved
against each other going through the age old ritual of sexual
jockeying for position. Her name was Samantha and at some point
in the night Reggie found them wedged against each other in a
corner of the bar. He grinned and invited them to join Reggie and
friends in a nightcap at one of their apartments. Carl declined
the offer preferring to stay with his new found friend Samantha
who said she knew of a party to go to. Reggie smilingly shook his
head at Carl knowing he was a ladies man and bid the couple good
night and left them to it. Samantha was small and lithe with long
red hair that had a hint of being dyed too many times. She was
sharply dress in a tight mini dress and had nice small boobs that
Carl spent the evening pressed against; looking down into her
cleavage. She had a pretty face and pert nose but just missed
pulling off being elegant even though she was very pretty. They
went to the party Samantha referred to and Carl was immediately
enveloped in a haze of drugs being smoked openly and once when
looking for the bathroom, he mistakenly wandered into a bedroom
where two girls were snorting coke; crouched over the white line
on a piece of glass on top of a dresser. Carl was a hip guy but
he never did drugs. It was something he had always looked down
on. When hooking up with Samantha, after finding the john and
taking a much needed piss, he noted she was virtually out of it
on her feet. She had taken something at some point that he had
missed. She had this goofy smile on her face and when he came up
to her, she latched on and pulled him down to kiss her. This was
OK to Carl and he engineered their exit from the party and drove
her back to his apartment at speed. Samantha sitting slumped in
the passengers seat of his small white BMW with her legs
tantalizingly splayed open. At a set of red lights, Carl pushed
his hand between her legs and felt her firm crotch. She smiled
wickedly at him and as they moved off, Samantha unzipped Carl�s
flies and extracted his cock. They drove the rest of the short
distance to Carl�s place as Samantha leaned through her seatbelt
and sucked his cock energetically.

Carl got her upstairs quickly and soon he was stripping her as
she tottered on unsteady legs, and then he shoved her bodily back
onto the bed and stripped himself. He went down on her and she
crooned �oh baby that�s s-o-o-o-o fucking good� as he slurped and
shoved his fingers into her wetness. She was no stranger to being
handled roughly either as he maneuvered her legs over his
shoulders and leaned back against her chest as he shoved into her
in one hard push. She smiled wantonly in acceptance at his
mounting her this way and Carl fucked her roughly. Samantha clung
to him and a tirade of obscenities flowed as Carl fucked her
harder. Somewhere she came but he was so aroused by the entire
situation he just ploughed on and finally cried out as he filled
her with weeks of abstinence for actual sexual release not
brought about by his own hand. Somewhere in the frantic shoving
to empty his balls he heard himself cry out �Dawn� and he
eventually fell over the small woman under him; pinning her in
this awkward position by his weight. Samantha was out to it and
they lay this way for some time before the nagging ache in her
legs caused Samantha to wake and she extricated herself from
under him with some difficulty. She was still stoned and
realizing her situation, she set about rolling Carl on to his
back and with a wicked smile at his dozing form, she went down on
him; sucking and jacking Carl hard and he slowly came too. He
smiled as he took in the sight of Samantha crouched over him with
her petite mouth stretched as she suckled and took him into her
mouth. He lay watching her and she instinctively realized he had
come around and she turned and looked at him as she licked his
cock like a lollypop. She grinned taunting him as her mouth
danced over his cock. Carl took her challenge by taking her head
and pushed her head down further. Samantha accepted this new task
and opened up. Too Carl�s amazement, the small woman slowly took
his entire length into her throat. Tentatively at first; fighting
the gag reflex. He had challenged and she was equal to it. Carl
lost it after Samantha had throated him several times in
succession and he pulled her head off and stepped off the bed.
She looked surprised at his action but when her rolled her on her
back and pulled her shoulders to the edge of the bed, she
chuckled in her throat as he straddled her head hanging off the
bed and bent his wet hard cock to her chin. Samantha had been
here before and with a sweet smile, she opened her mouth and let
Carl pushed the length back into her throat.

Carl fucked her throat. There was no other description for what
was happening. It wasn�t long before Samantha realized to her
dismay this was not a take-it-down-once kind of challenge. Once
wedged in her throat, he held her head and began thrusting
forcefully. It wasn�t long before she fought him; struggling to
breathe and fighting the rising tide of saliva in her mouth that
was now bubbling out her upturned nose and burning her nostrils
as it went. She was struggling to get him out of her mouth and
when she tried slapping at his body to force him back he simply
clamped both of her wrists in his much bigger hand; and steadying
her head with the other hand, he fucked her and came hard down
her throat. When he finished he pulled the length from her throat
and she gasped and coughed saliva and semen over his thighs and
he jumped back. She lay with her head hanging over the side of
the bed for a few seconds and struggled to a half sitting
position on the bed. This was way past what she had been prepared
for and she sat not looking at him as she struggled for
composure. Tears rolling down her face in shame at what she had
been subjected to. Eventually she turned and asked him where the
bathroom was. He mumbled �over there� and she followed his raised
hand as he indicated the door to the bathroom. She disappeared
into it, closing the door behind her. Samantha sat on the can and
cried; feeling sorry for herself at letting him take her like
that. She had had plenty of carnal experience but couldn�t recall
one that she felt so helpless. Eventually she traipsed back to
the bed and crawled in beside him. He was sleeping and she felt
relieved about that. She lay beside him and fatigue took her over
and she fell asleep.

Samantha came to and as she assimilated her surroundings, she
found she was on her stomach with her butt being held in the air
and a cock shoving hard inside of her. As the dozy girl struggled
with her surroundings she thought her boyfriend Brad was having
his way with her as he sometimes did early in the morning. She
lay passively as the cock thudded into her causing her to grunt
when it went too deep. In the half light of morning she allowed
her eyes to become used to the light and it was too her horror
that she noted the bed headboard was not the bed she shared with
her boyfriend. As this thought struck her she lifted her head and
turned it quickly. Taking in the strange room she felt a sense of
panic as to who was hunched over her. This wasn�t the first time
in her twenty-three years Samantha had woken while being fucked
by a one night stand. Instead of completely losing it and
screaming rape, she turned her head back and buried her face in
the pillow in shame as the man continued to use her as a cunt on
legs. She lay as the tears flooded her eyes. She had hoped these
nights of excess had long passed when she moved in with Brad. But
Brad was anti-drug and this past night had been a blast to meet
her friends who enjoyed a hit; with him away down in Philly to
watch the Mets play. She took Carl�s steady fucking stoically and
tried to piece together the previous night. Eventually enough
recall came back for her to remember she had been attracted to
this guy now ploughing her relentlessly. It maybe was not a
desirable way to start the day but she did have the overwhelming
belief he was OK and she had wanted him last night; so what was
the problem? The problem came when he slowed and lay over her so
her butt collapsed on the bed. His cock was still half in her;
despite the natural obstruction of her buttocks pushing him back.
�He�s hung� she thought crudely.

Carl retrieved a small plastic bottle from the nightstand and
lifted her lower body up and Samantha obliged by kneeling as she
knew he wanted. But when the coolness of the lubricant dribbled
down her butt crack over her anal pucker, the dull realization of
his intent stumbled through her mind; and it was when his fingers
shoved more of the slickly fluid in past her sphincter that she
cried out �no�. �No� means �no� in law. Carl had fucked and
throated this small woman already and �no� was a minor impediment
to his need. He forcibly twisted her back onto her knees as she
tried to twist away and he shoved a hand in the middle of her
back, forcing her into the mattress and pinning her in position.
The actual rape was surprisingly easy as she had been anally
penetrated before; and while she detested it, she knew well
enough how to minimize the tearing and pain of entry. So still
crying into the pillow, Samantha cooperated in fear of being torn
by the intruding cock as had happened to her before. To Carl, she
said �no� but by her adjusting her body and cooperating as he
slowly rent her open she had implied �yes�. He sodomized her
vigorously as he lifted her hips to adjust the height as he
balanced on the balls of his feet and swung lewdly into her tight
anus. Samantha gritted her teeth and gasped in pain as her tears
rolled onto the pillow. She was too intent on minimizing the pain
she had previously learned from being ass-fucked that she could
not openly cry; and in this way Carl fucked her ass and came with
loud groans and cries of joy as he bottomed out balls deep in her
tight ass.

Carl was woken by the doorbell. He glanced at the lump that was
someone bedside him in bed and looked at his watch. It was nearly
nine o�clock. He slid off the bed and found his robe. The room
had that stale odor of sex and he glanced back at the girl under
the sheet. All he could make out was the shock of reddish hair as
she lay on her side with her back to him. As he walked to the
stairs, he did not see Samantha sit up; also roused by the
doorbell. Standing at the door he saw the blurred image of the
caller through the opaque glass of the long window beside the
door. He opened it and Dawn stood there; doing a double take
realizing he was in his robe and clearly had just been woken. As
he apologized for his appearance, he ushered her inside and then
the thought struck him that there was a girl in his bed and the
rowing machine was in the room.

�Is it OK?� Dawn asked him and looked at him inquiringly. �I can
use the rowing machine?� she asked thinking he was still trying
to wake up to why she was there.

�Ah yeah�um�well not exactly,� he stammered trying to think how
to delay her and get the girl out of there.

�What�s the matter?� Dawn asked, her face showing concern.

�Ah�well�it�s just that I have someone up there,� he said
sheepishly, not looking at her and running his hand through his
hair.

�I�ll leave,� she said icily realizing the object of her interest
had a women in his room.

�Um�no�Dawn�it�s OK,� he stammered, but she had turned back to
the door and had it half open.

�Dawn no,� he said trying to get her to stop and he put his arms
around her waist in a desperate attempt to restrain her.

�Let me go,� she growled and pulled herself from his grasp and
fled.

�Dawn wait�I can explain�come back�Dawn,� he called after her;
and then realizing anyone could hear he closed the door quickly.

He didn�t want her coming here to be widely known and any scene
on the doorstep would look suspicious. As he started ruefully
back up the stairs the girl appeared at the top; now fully
dressed. She waited for him to arrive at the top and made to push
past him without speaking.

�Where are you going?� he asked as she scurried down the stairs.

�Home,� she called without turning around. �I have to get home.�

�How are you going to do that?� he called and she stopped at the
door and turned to look up at him.

�What?� She asked confused by the question.

�How are you going to get home?� he repeated.

�Drive,� she said still somewhat confused at his questioning.

�I brought you here,� he answered evenly. �You came here with
me.�

Her mouth dropped open.

�Where�where�s my car?� she stammered.

�What car�I had no idea you had a car at the pub,� he said
walking down towards here.

She saw him advancing and instinctively flattened back against
the door.

�You�ll have to let me take you home or call a cab,� he said
coming up to her.

He remembered her well now. She was a hot one and last night she
let her hair down with him in his way of it.

�I have to get my car,� she said and she was now visibly shaken
by the realization she had no idea where her car was.

�Where is it?� he asked.

�I don�t know,� she said in a small voice.

�Well we had best go look for it,� he said and stroked her face
with his fingers.

She flinched but stood her ground; even when he bent in and
kissed her.

Samantha succumbed to him fucking her before he would take her
home. He didn�t ask he simply pushed her onto the bed when she
thought they had returned for him to dress. She initially tried
to fend him off but she had no fight left in her after the
emotional roller coaster and drugs of the night past. He stood at
the side of the bed with his robe open and lifted her legs over
his shoulders and shoving the crotch of her black thong aside he
pushed into her hard. �God he is huge� she thought ruefully as
Carl�s cock thudded steadily against her cervix as he rutted and
grunted over her. She lay and took it; as she had done countless
times since her mid-teens. She couldn�t remember how many boys
and men had taken her and right now it was better to let him get
it over with and get her to her car. Carl fucked her quickly and
came hard before dropping her legs and pulling out.

�That was great,� he gasped and chuckled and watched the semen
ooze back from her trimmed sex.

He went into the bathroom and washed his cock and balls with a
face cloth and then returned and dressed quickly. She stood
looking out a window they had missed pulling the blind on the
night before; sobbing quietly at her folly over the previous
night and this morning. When he led her to the garage, she did
not recall his car was a BMW and she was pleasantly surprised at
it as she hopped in. She reminded herself she was attracted to
him the evening before; not just by his looks but his obvious
affluence. Her Brad worked in a car body shop and they had to
pool their money to live in a downbeat two bed-roomed house they
rented in Clifton. He had an old 1997 Mustang he treated as a
classic car as he couldn�t ever afford the real classic variety.
She drove a basic little Saturn Ion. As they retraced their route
from last night; each stop drew a blank as to where Samantha�s
car was. By now she was nearly hysterical and wailing �Brad will
come back from Philly this morning and find out� as she sat
hunched in his car. Carl had gone off her. He had no idea there
was a boyfriend and his plan to enjoy her again was now off the
agenda. Finally he ordered her to shut up and tell him where she
lived. As she wailed and blubbed she couldn�t go home without her
car he told her to say she had had too much to drink and had
caught a cab. Then call the girls she was with and try and piece
together where she may have left her car. She finally stopped
blubbing and navigated him to the narrow tree lined street she
lived in, and as she walked slowly to the front door, Carl
accelerated away from the girl and her problems. Back home he
showered the sexual odor from his body and his male ego at his
conquest allowed him to hum as he soaped and washed himself
clean. He had one brief moment of regret at Dawn knowing the girl
had been here for the night. He had just started drying himself
when the doorbell rang. He picked up his watch and saw it was
nearly eleven o�clock. He put on his robe and padded back down
the stairs. Standing before him was Dawn; dressed in a short
denim skirt and white polo shirt. He braids tied high at the back
of her head by a yellow stretch beaded ring. She looked at him
with a sad look of desperation in her eyes and literally folded
in against him as he stood in the open doorway. Fearing someone
would come past right then, he moved back and she threw her arms
around his neck and followed him so he could close the door.

Moving to the corner of the closed door and the wall separating
his place from his neighbor, he gently pushed her back into it
and deliberately took a hand from his around neck and shoved it
inside the fold of his robe. Dawn felt the warmth of his cock and
balls under his robe and surrendered to the feelings of jealousy
that had consumed her since discovering he had a woman in his
bedroom earlier that morning. She surrendered to her need to feel
there was only her and she tentatively closed her fingers around
his hardening cock and buried her head against his shoulder.

�Got you� Carl�s ego shouted inside his head. �Got you, you
gorgeous little black cunt� and his misogynous psyche took over
his conscious one. �I will now proceed to fuck you properly�.

***


Carl let her become familiar with the feel of his erection and he
lifted her chin and started to kiss her gently. As Dawn�s
thumping heart began to beat more in a controlled manner, she
quickly learned the texture and feel of the male erection. The
smooth silky feel of the skin yet the steel hardness of the tube
inside. The slick head as his arousal, brought on by her hand and
the carnal lust for this under age teen, caused his precum to
flow. As they kissed tenderly, Dawn learning this new activity as
they went on, he run a hand under the skirt and felt her sex
through her panties. She stiffened at this impertinence but as
she held his cock firmly in her grasp, the urge to resist
instilled in her by Aunt Jessie�s teachings, disappeared and he
slid his hand inside the crotch of her panties as she moved a
foot to allow her legs to part further. They stayed this way for
some minutes; Dawn jacking his cock and Carl slowly insinuating
his fingers into her sex and over her clitoris. Despite the
natural concern at what she was doing, Dawn felt a surge of
emotion for her adult lover and opened her legs further as he
burrowed into her and the kissing became sloppy and almost
languid. The girl was becoming genuinely aroused by this
situation. Way more erotic than the furtive fumblings and
feelings induced by her own hand in recent weeks. Carl realized
the location was hardly conducive to taking the girl�s virginity.
He had engaged in sex in the upright position numerous times in
doorways and alleys but he had a perfectly good bed upstairs. The
trick was to get her there without breaking the spell she was
under with the first sexual contact with a man.

�Come on princess,� he whispered, and he led her to the stairs.

With an arm around her and his robe open so his erection bobbed
as he guided her up the stairs, Dawn reached for it and awkwardly
held it as she walked beside him. On arriving in the bedroom she
slowed, and still holding his cock, she looked at the tousled
bed.

�Did you do it there�with her,� she said almost coldly.

�We can go into the spare room,� he said gently thinking she
would not get onto the bed where he had fucked Samantha through
the night.

�No,� she said with a determined look at him. �I want to do it
there to,� she said and looked at the bed.

�Of course you can sweetie,� he crooned and took her chin and
kissed her passionately.

He stripped her slowly and she had a mawkish smile on her face
from embarrassment as more of her young black flesh was exposed.
The polo came off and then the white bra she wore exposing her
beautiful breasts. He sighed �they�re so beautiful� and she
gasped and bit her lip lightly in a nervous reaction to his mouth
encompassing each nipple in turn and he sucked and nipped the
hard nubbins with his teeth. She gasped and giggled and held his
head while holding his hard cock in the other hand. Eventually he
broke away and reached to pull her skirt down. She realized he
had no idea how it was fastened and let his cock go while she
unzipped it at the back, and then stepped out of it. He had let
the robe fall from his shoulders and stood naked and she was
mesmerized by his attractive body. The faint covering of hair on
his chest that trailed into a seam down over his navel and fanned
out over the tops of his thighs and the main bush around his
erect cock and big ball sac. He was all Adonis to her. The kind
she had furtively discovered on gay websites where men pose for
men. She stood in her white panties and he gently tugged at them.
This broke her focus on his body and she coyly resisted the tug
at her panties. He smiled at her as if to say �come on now, I�m
already naked� and she let his hand go as he stripped them down
her legs. He gasped at the contrast of the pink inner of her sex
lips against the brown chocolate color of her skin. He saw the
darker crinkle of the inner lips at the top of her slit; the
coarse black pubic hair on the side of her labia and up to the
shock of hair on her pubis. He stared at it almost spellbound and
she smiled mawkishly once more realizing he was captivated by
her. He knelt, almost in a daze as he brought his face close. He
had gazed at women�s sexes before but none as young as this. By
any measure, she was the youngest living female he had stood
naked with. He had viewed child porn in some of his more decadent
moments of web surfing. He had seen clips of preteen girls having
sex. But never was there one as young as Dawn; standing here now.
He leaned in and licked deliberately up her sex and she trembled
and gasped and a smile came over her face she could break. For
the first time in his recent memory, Carl actually paid homage to
the mound of Venus before him. This was not a sex to be treated
as a hungry cunt that needed plugged; as Samantha�s had. As his
ex-girlfriend Linda�s had. This was a jewel he must worship. In
that brief moment that his tongue traversed up her slit, Carl
became addicted to Dawn and her beautiful body. He was addicted
to sex in his way of it but this was somehow different. For the
first time it was the person as much as the body that enthralled
him.

He laid her on her back on the bed and she felt stupid as she had
no idea what to do; even if she had rehearsed this moment a
hundred times in her schoolgirl fantasies. Better she was with a
boy her own age where there would be equal pressure to know what
to do. But this was a man who had clearly had sex with a woman on
this very bed the night before. Her concern faded rapidly as Carl
zeroed in on her and held her thighs open as he tongued and
sucked her. Her fading concern was supplanted by rising enjoyment
in her groin and the pit of her stomach as the strong tongue slid
over her sex and onto that spot she had discovered controlled her
reactions. Carl brought Dawn to her first ever orgasm that had
not been controlled by her own hand. He didn�t attempt to
penetrate her with his fingers as was his usual technique.
Instead he sucked and slurped to pay homage to this beautiful
black pearl in his mouth. Carl had hardly ever set about giving
his partners real pleasure. The misogynist in him simply used
them for his gratification and if they got off Ok, well and good.
As Dawn bucked and cried out and fondled her own breasts almost
involuntarily, she came hard as he held her thighs and clamped
his mouth to her. When she finally twisted away gasping �no�no�no
more� he chuckled and trailed his tongue up her slit one last
time; and then up her abdomen, pausing to savage each nipple
lightly. Now he was propped over her with his groin between her
legs; his erection nudging her sex and knocking it wanted in.
Still Carl did not seek to gratify himself but instead lay over
her; supported by his hands either side of her shoulders, and
they kissed. Dawn tasting herself on his lips and smelling the
faint odor of her sex. He allowed her to come down from the
euphoria of her first real orgasm and then broke the kiss with a
series of light pecks on her lips and cheek. He rolled to one
side and lay propped on his elbow and looked at her naked body.
Dawn lay with a satisfied smile and enjoyed his gaze on her body.
She felt this was true love she was feeling and she loved this
feeling.

Eventually reality bites and Carl was aware of the hard throbbing
of his cock; straining to burst, inflamed by the eroticism of the
oral sex just had with this young nymph. He wanted release. Her
sex was there and she was lying watching him. He let his fingers
slide into her and she trembled and chuckled and gasped as she
was still sensitive from her orgasm. He grinned and rolled
quickly and fumbled in the nightstand drawer and found the lube
he had used on Samantha�s pucker earlier that morning. He
deliberately showed it to Dawn and run some liquid on his
fingers. He stroked her between the legs and she realized what
this signaled. He was considerate to ensure she was full
lubricated, in spite of the saliva he had dribbled into her; so
he could enter her as easily as possible. Her face clouded with
concern. Of course this was the inevitable given what had taken
place but now the moment was nigh; the wonder of what it would be
like that she had harbored for the few years of sexual
understanding now surfaced and caused her some concern. She did
not have time to adjust her thinking to the consequences of how
it would be as Carl had already slicked his cock and he was now
moving across between her legs. Just as the child holds their
mouth barely open despite the dentists claim the drill would not
hurt, Dawn lay with her legs now closer together than when he had
sucked her.

�Come on baby,� Carl breathed as he held his cock against her
slick lips. �Open as wide as you can so it will be easy for you,�
he gasped and rubbed his big prick up her slit a few times.

Dawn had already decided he was too big earlier and now the
thought flashed in her mind he would split her open and she felt
powerless to open her legs. He saw the doubt and concern so moved
her knee on one side and opened her. She lay pensive as he slowly
introduced his cock, and as he moved back and forth the lube was
pushed deeper inside of her. It took nearly two minutes of gentle
movements for Dawn to relax enough to open her legs and Carl to
rear up over her and slowly push half in. He slowly fucked her
this way; holding her gaze and studying her face. As she realized
there was no pain, she relaxed and the concern slowly left her
face and he pushed further into her young body. Five minutes it
took to penetrate her to the point she gasped and lifted her hips
as her face grimaced at the sharp pain as he broke her hymen. For
the next ten minutes he slow fucked her as she held him; her
bottom lip clamped between her teeth as the irritation of his
cock against the ruptured membrane inside reminded her it was a
little raw. She held him stoically and stood the discomfort as he
slowly penetrated her fully. His cock nudging her cervix; and as
he felt his pleasure rise, he grasped her shoulders and began
rutting more urgently. The discomfort she felt was pushed from
her mind as she held him, fascinated by his rising response to
fucking her. And as he came she started to gasp and groan in
unison with him. Not because of any pleasure caused by the cock
filling her, but her joy in recognition he was feeling like he
had made her feel; and she dissolved into tears of joy as he
pushed himself as deep as he could each time he spewed forth
another ribbon of semen inside of her. As he came down and
finally wrung the last drop of cum inside of her, she sniffed
back her sobs and grasped him around the shoulders and gasped �I
love you� into his neck as he collapsed on top of her. �This is
much better than the skank last night� he thought as his
conscious thoughts finally gave way to dozing afterglow.

They dozed for awhile and then Dawn woke in a panic.

�What time is it?� she gasped and sat upright, pushing him away.

Carl rolled on his side and looked at his watch.

�Twelve thirty,� he said sleepily.

�Oh good,� Dawn said and laughed at her panic just passed.
�Jessie gets home at two thirty Saturdays,� she added.

�Jessie�who�s Jessie?� Carl asked and pulled her to him realizing
she was in no hurry just yet.

Dawn told Carl about her life and Jessie and he cradled her in
her arms as she talked freely to him. He looked down her body at
the beautiful breast with the deep brown aureole and the nipples
proud on top; the thick bush of black hair on her pubis. Dawn had
quickly become totally relaxed with her nudity. The only setback
came when she decided she must pee and he heard a small �oh� as
she sat up and glanced down between her legs. There were traces
of hymeneal blood on her thigh and sex lips and she rolled
quickly and saw the blood spots on the sheet. Carl propped
himself up and looked at the blood.

�Period?� he asked quizzically.

Hell he�d eaten her out. He hoped she wasn�t on the rag. Dawn
realized what it was and sighed and gave a little laugh of
relief.

�My cherry,� she giggled. �When you took my cherry.�

Carl laughed in relief and pulled her to him and they kissed.
Eventually she broke away and padded naked to the bathroom. Carl
watching with a self satisfied grin as her cute booty wobbled as
she walked to the bathroom.

He taught her to suck cock and he fucked her a second time. Gone
was the reverence he had treated her with earlier. Now he knew he
had her, he made her crouch over him as he lay back and coached
her how to suck and stroke him. He kept her there some time and
after awhile Dawn�s jaw began to ache and she started to sigh in
exasperation, believing he should have started to cum; although
she didn�t know what she would do if he did. He didn�t want to
cum and he had been deliberately slowing her down and holding
back but eventually he allowed her to sit up and work her jaw
which was aching now. He chuckled and sat up and kissed her and
called her a good girl and a fast learner. She had hoped he would
return between her legs the same way as before but instead he
rolled her onto her knees and without much foreplay, he pushed
into her greasy sex and slowly indulged himself doggie fucking
her; studying her braids over her smooth shoulders. She kneeled
with her elbows together under her chest and her breast hung
down. He fondled them as he knelt pushing in and out; looking at
the curve of her shoulders narrowing down to her waist and back
out to her hips. The full plumpness of her sex lips pushed
against her inner groin by the thickness of his cock. The dark
pucker of her anus winked at him just above his veined cock
sliding in and out of her cunt. The discomfort of her tender
ruptured hymen was still there as the cock rubbed it and she
gasped quietly. She was only fourteen but she took him as well as
Samantha had the night before. She was much taller than Samantha
but just as slim. Carl indulged his carnal being selfishly and
eventually grasped her hips as he came hard deep inside her a
second time. Dawn�s head and shoulders forced flat on the bed in
the urgent onslaught as he came inside of her.

***

Dawn stood in the shower having arrived home at two o�clock. She
had time to clean herself after the sex; having walked back to
the apartment with the residue of Carl�s semen and the
lubrication, between her legs. She had spotted a couple of times
and she put this down to the hymeneal rupture. She dressed and
sat and studied the calendar. There was a huge weight over her
that had fleetingly passed through her mind during the sex with
Carl. But the excitement at losing her virginity with the man she
now believed she loved had pushed the realization they were
having unprotected sex from her mind. The thought struck her in
the shower as she bowed her legs and splashed soapy water up into
her delicate tender sex. Now she was counting down the days until
her next period. Despite knowing it was close, she knew women
could conceive right up to their period, or even just after, if
some trick of nature saw them ovulate out of synchronization. It
wasn�t common but nonetheless a risk. Dawn knew about her body
and she had some knowledge of the rhythm method of contraception.
It had been her fall-back if he did not have condoms, when she
decided to return to Carl�s apartment. She had pondered what
might happen as she watched for his car and his return. She had
almost run to his apartment and had already decided she would do
anything to get him back. Her hurt at finding him with the girl
had given way to panic borne of jealousy he would easily go with
older girls and forget about her.

Dawn�s period duly arrived and she heaved a sigh of relief and
smiled smugly at knowing she had got away with a beautiful
experience which was her first ever. At school she felt superior
to her class mates but yet frustrated she could not tell them.
She dared not tell anyone. She knew only to well what she had
allowed Carl to do to her could get him into serious trouble, and
most likely jail. She would never tell anyone. She returned to
his apartment as usual on Wednesday after he arrived home from
work. He grinned when he saw her dressed for the rowing machine
and he laughingly suggested she didn�t need that any more now
they had �done it� as he put it. Dawn was a little hurt. She
actually enjoyed the workout and his rather crude summation of
her most beautiful moment to date was somehow a let down.

�I want to row,� she complained with a laugh.

�It will tire you out,� he chuckled and embraced her, groping
between her legs.

She twisted back and looked at him.

�I really want to,� she said evenly.

He saw the hint of hurt in her face and he relented.

�All right then,� he said forcing a chuckle. �You can work
out�and then�� and he almost leered at her.

She felt a little flat at his attitude. She realized he thought
that from now on her visits were just for sex. And anyway she had
her period. That would need explaining soon enough when she would
have to put him off thoughts of sex with her. She did twenty
minutes on the rowing machine and he came back at intervals to
check her out. Ogling her in her bikini gym pants and the tight
top she wore that accentuated her breasts. At the end he handed
her a towel and a bottle of water and she was pleased he showed
he was caring for her. She let the buzz of the workout flow
through her and eventually she sat on the bed sipping the water.
To her dismay Carl began to strip, looking expectantly at her.

�Come on slow coach,� he grinned and then his grin evaporated as
he saw the serious look on her face.

�What is it?� he asked now down to his y-fronts with his obvious
erection straining behind the cotton.

�I have my period,� she said but didn�t look at him

�What do you mean?� he asked almost in shock.

�I have my period,� she repeated and stared at him. �Women do you
know,� she said with an edge to her voice.

�Whoa�OK�please�I get it,� he said a little taken aback by her
snippy reply.

He approached her and hugged her and coaxed her to kiss him.
After they kissed for a minute or two she relaxed and felt a
little sheepish she had snapped at him.

�That�s better,� he crooned and kissed her again. �There are
things we can do though,� he said and kissed her.

�What kind of things� she said breaking the kiss.

He grinned slyly and standing up, he flipped his cock over the
top of his y-front waistband he had pulled down. Her eyes opened
wide as she had forgotten how big it was. That had been right
inside of her. He said nothing and waved it obscenely. She sat
mesmerized by it; holding the bottle of water nervously in her
hand as she sat on the bed.

�Now you can kiss him,� he said quietly, grinning at her. �Like I
showed you Saturday,� he added.

She got it. He wanted a blow job. Oh well she could do that. She
threw the bottle on the bed and slid down to kneel and without a
word, took the head into her mouth and began to suck and jack as
he taught her to do. She worked him steadily and he gasped and
groaned and chuckled and told her how great it was; and how good
she was. But as he became close, he took her head and became more
direct in forcing her head to move in as he shoved his hips and
soon she lost control of the action and it ended with her jammed
back against the bed end on her haunches as he came in copious
amounts of semen into her mouth as she fought to get it out; but
he held her head firmly and he pumped himself into her. She
gasped and coughed and spluttered as she finally got clear of the
invading cock and the semen ran out of her mouth and down her
chin; dripping onto her leg as she was crouched trapped against
the bed. He eventually let her stand and she wiped the semen from
her mouth. She felt used and debased by what he had done and her
eyes filled with tears. He went to hold her and she twisted away
and walked to the rowing machine and stood by it looking down at
it but really trying to come to terms with his objectifying her
as he had done. Dawn was fast learning about men and the power of
their sexual being. She wasn�t to know he had anally raped the
girl he had here on Saturday, nor raped her by coercion to get
her home after Dawn had called. She had no way of knowing this
and she was learning for herself the hard way. She put her track
suit on quickly without looking at him. Carl laid half back on
the bed grinning at her. His semi erect cock waving with his
underpants down around his knees and his hands clasped lightly
behind his head. She walked from the room.

�Dawn�come back,� he called. �Don�t be silly�Dawn�come back,� and
as he heard her steps thump quickly down the stairs he got up and
pulled his underpants up and made a half hearted attempt to
follow. The door closed as he got to the top of the stairs and he
stood shrugging his shoulders.

�Women on rags,� he snorted to himself. �Avoid them,� and he
turned and went back into the bedroom to take a quick shower
before fixing himself some dinner.

***

The sexual odyssey Dawn embarked on with Carl was fraught with
conflict. Carl could not get it through his head she was a young
girl with pressures to keep her caregiver from finding out about
them; unlike adult partners who could fraternize as they pleased.
She also was not on birth control which all of his past lovers in
recent years had been. When she had quietly pointed out he needed
to get condoms he had reacted badly saying how he hated fucking
with a boot on. He was in fact selfish and bloody minded; his
immaturity focused on the need to leave his ejaculation somewhere
inside of a woman�s body. Once again his misogynistic tendencies
drove his reason. When he refused to use condoms, she at least
got his consent to non-penetrative sex those times of her cycle
she was sure she would ovulate. He allowed her to take
responsibility for their birth control. It also meant she had to
allow his subjugation of her as he shoved his cock ever further
down her throat to cum times he could not penetrate her
vaginally; or she knelt with her mouth open as he jacked himself
into her and watched in glee as she swallowed the pool of semen
on her tongue. All of this she went along with and endured even
though she did not actually like the underlying attitude behind
his actions. She did not know about misogynists and simply
thought this must be what all men wanted. Some years later she
would look back and forgive him only for the way he had
introduced her to oral sex and taking her virginity. They were
precious memories as they were truly watershed moments in her
sexuality. But everything else she came to despise him for and
she regretted allowing him to treat her as he did.

The rowing machine was still used during her visits; much to his
chagrin. He simply wanted sex. From the time she came in to the
time she left. That�s not to say he did not treat her nicely some
times. His ego was satisfied when she implored him to perform
cunnilingus; which he did expertly and she learned about her
sexuality and what she truly enjoyed. He was satisfied she needed
him and so they were apparently both happy. But the basic theme
of their sex was his pleasure and open usury of her sex and
mouth. He took her in weird potions around the apartment. Bent
over armchairs, on armchairs, the dining table and even as she
sat on the can and he entered her with her jammed against the
cistern. She endured it believing he loved her. It was nearly a
full year of full on sexual assault on her body senses before she
began to question what they had become. In that time he dated and
bedded adult women and even boasted about their prowess at
certain things they did and this led her to accept his greased
cock into her equally lubricated anus one Saturday morning after
the Friday night conquest had driven off. Nearly in tears, Dawn
knelt on the bed still warm from his night with the latest
conquest, as he casually pushed the lubrication into her anus
with his fingers. He dallied with three fingers stretching her
open painfully, and poured the liquid down her butt crack so it
flowed into her dark hole held open. Then making sure she did not
lower her hips so the lube would run out, he shuffled up beside
her head and lifted it and had her service him with her mouth.
All designed to show her, her place in his bed. After he chuckled
how fucking good her mouth was, he shuffled back down behind her
and quickly slicked his cock. He buried himself forcibly into her
as she groaned and complained and eventually wept as Carl
sodomized her; and he became almost drugged in a sexual haze as
he reared up onto the balls of his feet and slowly swung his hips
obscenely as he penetrated her deeply. Dawn sobbed into the
pillow and eased herself forward as if to get away but soon came
up against the bed head against the wall. It was with her head
and shoulders twisted as she could not get any further against
the bed head that he came in loud cries of delight as he swung
his hips at her and spewed forth inside her rectum. Eventually
sliding out of her and forcing her to remain crouched as he
lowered her hips and giggled in glee as the semen bubbled back
and ran down her inner thighs.

She recovered from the debasement of the sodomy and like the moth
to the flame, she returned. To her dismay he decided they had
found a new way to eliminate her getting pregnant and Dawn
quickly had to adapt to his big cock being shoved into her
greased ass in the same mixture of sexual positions he had taken
her vaginally. On one level it had sharply reduced the risk of
accidental pregnancy but she felt more and more abused as he
labored over her with his cock buried in her rectum, ejaculating
gleefully into her bowel. That wasn�t to say that Carl ignored
conventional vaginal fucking. When he was sure she was close to
her period or just after, he would fuck Dawn as he had always.
Preferring to use her anally when the danger days of ovulation,
or the period itself would arrive. As Dawn moved towards her
fifteenth birthday she had become disillusioned with her adult
lover. It was starting to occur to her that she was his life boat
from serious adult relationships he seemed to have difficulty
forming. She also realized she was a sex toy; his plaything. On
one level the rowing machine had become a symbol of her fall and
debasement. It was not the exciting love affair she had dreamed
of. The rowing machine sat unused; her visits now purely for sex.

Then calamity struck. Dawn missed her period. She fretted and
worried as a day overdue became four days and then a week. She
struggled with the enormity of what might have happened and did
not return to Carl�s as expected. After three weeks and no
period, she went to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test kit.
Waiting the required period of time, she took the wand in
trembling hands and sunk to her knees as her worst fears were
realized. She was pregnant. The anal sex and blow jobs were meant
to compensate for normal sex but somehow Dawn had let Carl take
her vaginally at a time she was clear ovulating. She lay on the
bathroom floor sobbing with the pregnancy wand in her hand. It
was this way Jessie found the girl in an apparent trance; the
incriminating wand still held in her hand.  Jessie wept as she
cradled her daughter in her arms; sitting on the bathroom floor.

�Oh my Lord child what have you done?� she sobbed as she held the
barely conscious girl.

***

The doorbell rang and Carl�s spirits rose at the sound. �Dawn� he
whispered under his breath as he went quickly to the stairs. It
had been nearly three weeks since she was last here and he was
beginning to wonder what was wrong with her. As he approached the
closed door he made out the shadow of a figure through the opaque
window. He opened the door with a flourish ready to jokingly
admonish her for staying away and he stopped with the door half
open and saw a man and a woman standing in the porch looking
serious.

�Mr. Carl Davis?� the woman asked looking at him.

She was about thirty-five; attractive with short blond hair and
dressed in a gray pants suit and tight cashmere sweater under the
jacket. The man was thick set and burly, wearing a tired gray
suit, white shirt with a creased collar, and a dark blue tie;
hardly a fashion statement.

�Yes,� Carl answered, looking from one to the other quizzically.

�Detectives Foley and Harrison of New Jersey SVU,� she said in an
even tone.

�SVU?� Carl asked his brow furrowed quizzically.

�Special Victims Unit,� the man growled.

�We specialize in crimes of sexual abuse; specifically sexual
abuse of minors,� the women detective explained; her eyes boring
into him

Carl sagged against the open door he was holding onto and his
face went pale. A stab of nausea hit his stomach and he began to
sweat profusely.

�Sexual abuse�of minors,� he gasped weakly. �What do you want
with me?�

The detectives gave each other a knowing look and the woman
nodded slightly to the man. They looked back to Carl.

�I think we�d best come in,� the woman said evenly. �We need to
talk.�



THE END


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