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   Date of first publication: Saturday, November 26, 2005

   Abbotville's Summer Fair ....

   Story Codes: (m/ff a little bit of everything) (41k)

   Story Intro: After a long respite Don Parson makes a return.  As in many
of his prior situations Mary his co-worker is the catalyst; this time is no
different.  The pivotal point is the Abbotsville Fair which in the past Don
has successfully avoided.  Mary in her womanly wiles convinces Don to
partake as a First Aid person.  What brings this all together is a young
red head named Wyn.  Enjoy!!



   Abbotville's Summer Fair

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt



   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Just a note: Jack lives in the far north which causes his fingers and
brain to slow down and it isn't even winter yet.  After much prodding by
you readers and bitching from me, he has finally got off the dime.  As for
the story, another long awaited excellent penning.  A new girl is
introduced and references to previous stories are rendered.  George Davis



   ************ ********************* ************************

   "What are you doing this weekend?"

   A question like that coming from Mary Burns usually means she has
something on her mind, something she wants to drag me into.  She knows I
spend every available summer weekend at the cottage.  Ignoring her won't
help as I know from experience she never quits, one of her good qualities
and the main reason she is a good co-worker.

   "The cottage as you know, the same thing I do every weekend.  Why are
you asking?"

   She is looking at me with that smug begging smile, the pitch is coming.
Memories of her daughter Alicia still fill my mind.  There are times I wish
that wonderful time had never ended.  We still are friends, but the
youngster has taken other interests rather then an old man such as me.

   "Tell me what you want."

   She starts to laugh.

   "What makes you think I want something?"

   "When don't you?"

   "True."

   "So what is it?"

   "You must have read about the Annual Neighborhood Fair that is happening
this weekend."

   That I have and as usual can't wait to get out of Dodge to miss it. 
That type of fair is of no interest to me; besides there is plenty to do at
the cottage.  The Fair usually lasts all weekend attracting thousands to
that area of the city, people that have nothing better to do with their
lives.  It has been several years since I have even attended and that is a
tradition I hope to continue.

   "I have and was hoping to miss it as usual."

   "I have a big favor to ask."

   Here it comes.  Mary is a very attractive woman in her own right,
several of her genes she passed to her daughter Alicia.  Just the thought
of the times with her daughter and with her has me feeling charitable.  But
she still hasn't given me her pitch.

   "So you just wanted to see if I was aware it was happening?"

   Wishful thinking on my part.

   "No, I am head of the entertainment committee and I need a number of
people with First Aid training in attendance.  It is supposed to be really
warm this weekend and there could be some heat exhaustion cases."

   There is always some heat exhaustion cases, some people don't know how
to dress or to come in out of the heat.  They were born stupid and have
spent their lives perfecting it.

   "That is nice to know, but what has it got to do with me?"

   "I know you have your certificate and I would like you to volunteer to
help.  Most of the office is involved, actually the firm is sponsoring one
of the attractions, rock climbing."

   Now there is a sport for weak of mind.  Crawling up a rock face by your
fingernails hoping that you don't fall and break your neck, I can think of
better ways to use my time, enjoying Alicia for example.  Those thoughts I
keep to myself.  The only way of getting her off my back is volunteering.

   "So how many days will you need me?"

   "Saturday and Sunday, actually you will be in charge of the rock
climbing area, others will actually be controlling the climbers.  They are
bringing the rock climbing `wall' by truck and it will be assembled Friday
night in Gibson's Park.  All you have to do is be there just incase
something happens.  The last four years they have been uneventful, but we
must be prepared.  If you could be there say at eight each day and stay
until six each night.  The rock climb closes at six as we don't want to be
climbing in the dark.  It is better to be safe than sorry.  You will be
happy to know, there will be a competition to see who the best climber is."

   Happy, hell I am overjoyed, not!  My weekend of rest is out the window.
Luckily, I do have some banked vacation day, perhaps I can convince the
powers to be to let me take Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off since I will
be representing them at this exciting event, nothing ventured nothing
gained.

   "Fine, I will bring my First Aid Kit, it was just updated two weeks ago,
any other requests?"

   As the words leave my mouth I can feel my foot replace them.  You never
give Mary an opening like that when she is running something.  Experience
should have been my guide, but my mouth is operating before my mind kicked
in.  The look on her face tells me something is coming.  No good deed goes
unpunished.

   "Well, now that you mention it, my niece is visiting and she is new to
the area, she is a rock climbing enthusiast so she will be at the site most
of the weekend, if you could keep an eye on her, it would take a load off
my mind."

   "That can be arranged."

   "Great, one less thing to worry about, I will introduce her too you on
Saturday morning.  You will be crazy about her."

   My request for the days off fall on receptive ears, actually instead of
three days they give me the week.  We are currently caught up in our
assignments so this is a good time for me to take some of my past due
vacation.

   ******** ********************* ************************

   I am Don Parsons.  A fifty-one year old widower living alone, my wife
died of cancer over twelve years ago, I do have two sons that live and work
on the west coast.  Not surprisingly, I haven't seen them for years.  I
work in the high tech industry and specialize in computer viruses and some
programming.  My specialty is viruses.  I have a reputation of being able
to locate and destroy them without losing data.  I wish it was always the
case, but some of the little devils really can make a mess out of our
client's records.  Mary and I have worked together on numerous projects and
often consult each other for ideas on specific virus problems.

   Actually, we have been intimate more than once in the past and no doubt
we will again.  We make a perfect pair in bed, the beauty is no
commitments.

   ************************ ************ *******************

   Knowing my weekend is shot, a call to my dealer gets the Yukon in for
some overdue service.  The service department is surprised that it will be
available on the weekend, and after several telephone calls advising me
everything is way past due, I give the OK and groan as I know that means a
big ticket come Monday morning.  The scheduled vehicle maintenance is
something most people put off, but I know from experience it will cost me
twice as much tomorrow.  At least I have the next week to look forward too,
a holiday after the volunteered weekend, even if it is under duress.

   As she mentioned the firm is giving all kinds of support; by Friday
afternoon, there are only a few of us left in the office as the others are
involved with the event have left early.  Mary has been in an out all day
and at three she looks in.

   "Thank you for volunteering Don, I really appreciate it.  I know how you
love your weekends at your cottage."

   "Always glad to help."

   She looks at me with the knowing smile.

   "Liar!"

   Leaving the office, my first stop is the site of the rock climbing
event. Workmen are scrambling to erect the framework that secures and
supports the artificial rock face, among the crowds are four city officials
from the health and safety board as least that is what is embossed on there
white work hats, watching that every nut and bolt is secured properly.  The
liability insurance on this facet of the day has to be a bitch.  One good
thing is the number of young females from all ages that are roaming about.
There are very few that couldn't be considered as eye candy.  But that
isn't the reason for my presence; I really just came to see the layout as I
didn't want to show up cold tomorrow.  Over to the left is a mobile crane
with its boom extended, what does that have to do with rock climbing?  One
of those orangey red portable fences surrounds it to keep the curious at
bay.

   **************** *******************************************

   Experience of my past adventures in volunteering has me pack a small
suitcase with a change of clothes, etc., and recalling how a young kid
tossed his cookies all over me while trying to bring up popcorn, he must
have swallowed bag and all.

   After a good breakfast, I dress in something practical as it is supposed
to be a scorcher today.  The first thing is to drop off the Yukon; their
courtesy car will drop me off at the park with my large First Aid Kit and
suitcase.  When the work is completed on the Yukon they will park and lock
it in their public lot, allowing me to pick it up after six using my second
set of keys.

   At the rock climbing area, there has to be thousands of people roaming
around already, they don't need First Aid personnel, they need keepers,
people in white suits and nets.  How can so many city people be interested
in rock climbing?  The area is cordoned off with ropes and that yellow
ribbon you see all over town.

   "Over here, Don."

   To my right Mary is waving me towards her.  One of the helpers lifts the
ropes and ribbon for me.  There is a young girl standing beside her, back
to me.  The first thing that hits me is that she is a redhead; her long
flowing mane is tied in a sexy ponytail.  Her body is slim and very fine
featured, although her legs are not large by any means, their lines are of
smooth well toned muscles.  She is wearing bright red shorts, similar to
the kind that biking enthusiasts wear, but they are not as binding.  Her
top is a blue bandana type tied at the back.

   "I am glad to see you Don.  Look at the crowd, I never expected so many
people."

   "Just goes to prove there are a lot of people around here with nothing
better to do."

   "Don't be such a party pooper.  I know you have the balance of the week
off."

   Good news travels fast; you can't keep anything in the office private.

   "Don, this is Wynter Rosen, my niece, Wyn this is Don Parson, and he
will be keeping an eye out for you.  If you need anything he will be in
this area as the first aid person."

   Fortunately I had the presents of mind to keep my mouth for falling
open. Standing before me is the next Miss America.  Even at this age, Wyn
has a face that makes me feel uncomfortable, and along with her red hair
she has emerald green eyes that seem to penetrate though you.  All I can
hope is that she is not a mind reader as well.  Her lips are full and
coated with just a trace of pinkish lip-gloss; her eyebrows show hit-lights
of green shading as do her eyelids, not heavy but just enough for the
effect.  Her designer glasses set off the facial picture.  She is
beautiful.

   "Good to meet you Miss Rosen, Mary tells me you enjoy rock climbing."

   "Yes, I do it at every opportunity, mom thinks I am crazy."

   Her mom and I have something in common and I have never met the woman.
Wyn's bandana top shows just the start of what is going to be interesting
breasts in a few years, but her nipples are already showing their presence.
She has a flat stomach with a very deep bellybutton, a small red bobble
flashes in the light.  The shorts are not the low riders, but lower than
the ordinary type showing a lot of very soft skin.  It glistens with sun
block.

   "I have to agree with your mom, I never could understand the attraction
of crawling up rocks with your fingernails."

   She gives me a dirty look then looks at Mary.

   "Don't let him get to you, he is really a nice man at heart, and as you
know Alicia she thinks the world of him."

   "Speaking of Alicia, where is she?"

   "She will be around; she told me she will look you up."

   Hell, maybe this weekend won't be a total loss.  If nothing else just
seeing Alicia will be a lift not that Wyn isn't appealing in her own right.
It would be interesting to see her in a prone position.  A voice tells all
potential rock climbers to register; once that is done they will draw names
for climbing order.  The wall can accommodate six climbers at a time.

   "Don, here is a key for a motel room across the street in case you have
to freshen up, all the rooms have been donated by the Galaxy Motel.  There
will be a break sometime in the afternoon so you can get a bite to eat and
may be a nap; I know an old person such as you gets tired fast."

   Lunging towards her, she dodges my attempt and disappears into the
crowd. She will pay for that remark, if not today certainly in the near
future.

   Further to the right on a five foot knoll is a table with a large awning
and a flag fluttering above it announcing it as the First Aid Station and
behind it is a screened tent, flaps tied back with two white cots, they
have thought of everything.  The placement of the table gives me a clear
view of the rock face as well as much of the crowd.  A quick survey spots
numerous young girls hustling about.  All kinds of eye candy but I can't be
diverted.  As it works out Wyn won't be on the face until the fifth group
sometime in the afternoon, the competition is made up of speed to the top
and safety.  Two from each climb will go on.

   Watching the climbers heading upwards, I lose sight of Wyn.  The way
some of the contestants climb tells me there is some skill involved.  The
judges and audience seem to think so as well.  When one does something of
note they clap and cheer, it all looks the same to me.

   "Mr.  Parson."

   Behind me is Wyn, hell she is attractive.  She has to be twelve maybe
thirteen.  I hadn't noticed before but she has a beautiful mouth, surely
meant for kissing.

   "Wyn, I didn't hear you come up.  Would you stand in front of me so I
can keep an eye on the crowd; the last thing I want is for an accident to
happen and me not being attentive."

   Her shorts are full of Wyn; the seam is buried deep into her ass crack,
forming two luscious melons.  Her hips are well developed giving her figure
form and shape.  Getting a whiff of her scent goes right to my lower head,
it is a good thing the table is in the way; this would be embarrassing.

   "So how long have you been interested in climbing?"

   "I started when I was six but don't tell Aunt Mary, she may blurt it out
to my mom.  I did it behind her back."

   "So how many are the official years for everybody's ears."

   "Two."

   There a smile on her face.

   "So how old were you when you official started?"

   "Eleven."

   That makes her thirteen and likely very capable of being a lover.  Hell,
I was just introduced to her and already have her in bed.  Moving away from
those thoughts I pursue other topics, school, etc., and all the time
watching the climber's mill around the base of the wall.  Then the second
`wave' starts up and they seem to whip up the face.

   "I still can't see the thrill of climbing a rock.  There are lots of
rock faces near my cottage and not once did I say to myself, hell, lets
climb.  As it is, it takes lots of effort to climb from my dock to the
cottage, which is enough for me."

   "Sounds like a nice place, I always wanted to climb a natural rock face
rather than these man-made ones.  Some of the girls at school have had the
opportunity to climb small mountains and say there is nothing like it."

   "As I mentioned the lake is surrounded by rocky cliffs with just a few
areas that allow for cottages, that is why I like it, no close neighbors."

   My mind flashes to the privacy the cottage affords and the number of
young guests over the years.  There it is again that twinge.  As she stands
in front of me just a little to the left so I have an unencumbered view, my
eyes keep flipping to her body.  There is a very delectable space between
her thighs, but it is the bulge of her pubes that has me salivating.  In my
experience that is a good indication of very puffy luv lips.  Thoughts like
that are detracting me from my duties.

   The rock face is fine, the crowd clapping after each event, looking at
Wyn she smiles, she has been staring at me.  Not that I am anything to
stare at, but it is an ego builder.  She leans over to scratch her leg
pulling her bandana top tight against her budding breasts and nipples. 
There is more than enough to have me savoring the thought of making love to
her.

   A loud response from the crowd has us both look at the wall; apparently
one young lady did the climb in record time.  Many gather around her
congratulating her.

   "That is going to be hard to beat.  I am really going to have to push
myself."

   "Not to hard, I don't want to see you in that tent."

   "Not if I can help it.  See you later."

   That is a nice thought, my mind congers how I would love to see her. 
Watching her leave my eyes glued to her bum, the smooth rhythm of her
cheeks as she moves, what promise?  The balance of the morning goes well,
nobody need as much as a band-aide.  Around two o'clock, there is a lull in
the activity, somebody yelled food.  The afternoon break has started.  One
of the many young helpers comes to escort me to the food tent for
volunteers.  After a hamburger and soda, I remember the motel room, feeling
gritty, a shower would refresh me.

   Surprisingly many of my co-workers are in the crowd; Mary must have laid
the guilt trip on a lot of them.  The motel is a beehive of activity.  All
the event judges must have had the same idea as me.  The room is very
utilitarian, clean but small.  Quickly stripping, then into the shower, the
water feels refreshing against my skin.  In the midst of it, there is an
odd movement of air, like somebody opening the door.  The doors are self
locking so it has to be a figment of my imagination.

   After a vigorous towel drying, opening the door to the main room has the
shock of the day.  On the bed naked as the day she was born is Alicia, her
pussy lips swollen and open showing the beauty of her inner labia minora
sticking out like a lotus blossom, reminding me of the first time she
exposed it too me, in the forest after her peeing.  My hydraulics reacts
automatically.

   "How did you get in here?"

   "Aren't you glad to see me?  Now that was a stupid question wasn't it? I
can see you are glad to see me."

   "You didn't answer the question."

   "I was with mom when she picked up the keys, each room has two sets and
your name was penciled in for this room, I just borrowed the spare key.  I
have missed you, especially that."

   That being my now engorged cock ready for action.  What a way to spend
my break.  Alicia enjoyed our many adventures during her speaking
engagements.  Memories of the fulfilling sexual times flood back.  Alicia
is sporting some changes since last seeing her.  Her breasts have grown,
nipples are longer but the most noticeable change is her pubic hair, the
last time I had the pleasure of being between her legs there were some
noticeable hairs, but now there is a manicured bush in the shape of a heart
above her clitoris that is now showing itself from its hood.

   "You look devastating!"

   "You're not so bad yourself.  I missed that, you were such a good
teacher.  Come on you haven't got all day.  You have to be back at the rock
climb in forty minutes, more than enough time to satisfy me."

   Beside her, my hands renew the feeling of her skin, as we kiss; her
shampoo and scent have me reeling with desire.  Her hand finds my tool,
mine finds her clitoris.  Her body stiffens.  Finally mounting her, she has
me in a death grip.

   "Nobody has ever made me feel as you do.  I don't know what it is but
you are the best."

   "Likely because I was the first, really I am nothing special."

   "But you are, you taught me how to appreciate my body, you were gentle
and kind."

   "You were a good student."

   Once our rhythm is established the need for mutual admiration is no
longer required.  The moist heat on my cock feels wonderful and considering
that my relationships currently are at nil, Alicia presence and gift is
very welcome.

   "I am going to cum."

   Her body is getting tense, close, I temper my thrusts to hold off till
her body is in the throws of a climax.  As she freezes and gasps for
breath, my flood gate takes the queue and my pent up desire flows freely,
deep into Alicia.  We lay in each other's arms attached at the hips until
my cock slips out of its home.

   "That was better than I remembered.  It is a good thing mom put me on
the pill, with what you pumped in me getting pregnant is not an option.  As
it is I will be dripping all afternoon."

   ******************** ******************** **********************

   Back at the rock climbing event, I have to admit I do feel much better.
Alicia's parting kiss and promise to show up tomorrow same time makes my
volunteering worth while.

   Finally, Wyn is climbing.  She is agile and is up and down the face in
good time.  Her name goes in fifth for the challenge to this point, which
means she will be competing tomorrow.  She comes running up her face
beaming with pride.  The crotch of her shorts is pulled tight from the
climb; she is so excited she doesn't realize the seam is buried in her
pussy.  And a very well formed pussy it is.  My cock tingles.

   "Did you see that Mr.  Parson?  I couldn't believe my time."

   "You did well."

   "Tomorrow will be the big test; they are going to add another twenty
feet to the climb face."

   She sits across from me panting and catching her breath.  My eyes are
glued to her pubes, hell they are so well defined in that material.  What
would she taste like?

   So that is why the crane is here.  The balance of the afternoon is more
of the same.  At six, the helpers are gathering up any loose equipment
while a crew of volunteers picks up all the refuse.  Some people are just
pigs.

   Mary comes over and thanks me.  My thoughts are on Alicia and how she
made the day go faster.  I should be thanking Mary.

   "Come Wyn, it is time to go home.  I feel so gritty I need a bath.  See
you tomorrow Don."

   "Bye girls, it was an interesting day."

   "Alicia mentioned she saw you, she has grown up hasn't she?"

   "Just as beautiful as her mother."

   "But not as sexy."

   With that both she and Wyn take off for the parking lot.  Watching them,
I notice my Yukon; a driver is waving at me, someone must have decided not
to leave it in their parking lot after all.  With my cases tossed in the
back, there are a couple of stops, one for the driver and the other for
Chinese before heading home.

   **************** ******************** *********************

   As Wyn had mentioned there is an addition to the rock face making it
very challenging for the climbers.  Another addition is a safety rope
hanging from the crane boom.  Wyn and Mary come up behind me.

   "That is what I like about you volunteering, you are always early.  I
can count on you."

   The look on my face tells her I am not impressed.  The smile she gives
me tells me she likes teasing me.  Wyn is dressed in a similar outfit to
yesterdays; the only differences are the colors.  Mary bids us goodbye and
disappears from view.

   "What is with the boom and the rope?"

   "See that black box on the boom?"

   Looking up there is a black box fastened to the boom.  The rope dangles
from an opening in said box.

   "Yes."

   "As a climber moves upwards it senses the movement and retracts, as long
as there are no sudden drops it will retract or release as the climber
moves but if they loose their balance and fall it will clamp the rope so
the farthest you can fall is four feet.  It saves a lot of serious injuries
from happening."

   "Why didn't you use it yesterday?"

   "It is only used when the climbing walls are over forty feet."

   She is carrying a harness that consists of a safety belt with two
straps. When on the straps are nestled to her thighs.  The climbing has
started.  Between each climb, Wyn is the centre of my attention.  She seems
more intriguing each time I look are her.  Her body is very well
proportioned to her height and size.  Her hips and bum are very enticing,
the feminine curves are in the right places and the padding is perfect. 
Looking at her from the side shows she does have noticeable breasts, not
large but noticeable.  Her movements are all feminine; she seems to flow
when she walks.  Then the crowd makes a startled sound.  Hell, I have to
pay attention.  Someone lost their grip and is dangling on the safety rope.

   "That has got to hurt."

   "What do you mean?"

   "When you fall like that the belts really bruise your inner thighs.  It
happened to me once and it hurt for a week."

   First Aid to the rescue, grabbing my bag we both head to the rock face.
A number of aids are helping the victim dispense with his safety belt.  He
stands and walks gingerly towards me.

   "Are you hurt?"

   "Only my pride, I did something stupid and paid the price."

   "Do you want to lie down?"

   "Thank you but no, I am fine, just a bit embarrassed.  I know better."

   We both watch as he and a number of his friends sit at a table.  The
attention is on the next climber.  Duty done I return to my post lead by
Wyn.  What a bottom.  Her two melons flow softly from side to side.  Her
scent waifs over me, her ponytail waving from side to side has me
mesmerized.

   "Why do you want to do that?  He could have been seriously hurt."

   "You can get seriously hurt playing baseball, swimming and all the other
sports as well.  Rock climbing is no different.  As he said he took a
chance and paid the price.  We all take chances now and then."

   Small comfort to me worrying about the possibility of her getting hurt,
it doesn't make any sense to me.  Her attention is on the rock face
watching another climber which is what I should be doing.  But with her
scrutiny of each climber her movements will alert me to any potential
accident.  She is a treat to scrutinize.  With all the excitement I am sure
her nipples are hard and pushing out against her top.  Then we hear her
name called out.

   "Wynter Rosen, please come to the staging area."

   "Got to go, I am up next."

   "Please be careful."

   My concern is showing, when our eyes meet there is a feeling of mutual
interest, she can see my anxiety for her well being.  She gives me a look
of thanks and leaves; my eyes following her every move.  She must have the
cutest little bum hole.

   The next climber has my attention as she climbs the wall and descends
without incident.  The names and times are being recorded not that it makes
any sense to me.  Now it is Wyn's turn.  Her harness is connected as she
studies the wall waiting for the starter command then she starts climbing
nimbly climbs to the top, me watching every movement, my heart in my
throat, anticipating.  As she reaches for the top she turns and looks down
our eyes meet, her angelic smile radiates, then there is a pregnant moment,
her hand slips now suspended for a millisecond and then gravity takes over.
Watching horrified she pummels downwards, finally the safety mechanism
kicks in.  Her body comes to a halt in an abrupt manner.  I can now confirm
the saying `your heart in your throat' is not a myth.  Then she looks
around and waves to the people on the ground that she is okay.  Running to
the base of the climb, I wait for her to be lowered to the ground.

   "Are you hurt?"

   Instead of answering she looks at me, her face goes pale and she faints
collapsing in my arms.  Aids rush over, one unfastening the safety devise,
me with her in my arms carry her to the First Aid tent.  Laying her down,
looking at her there is no obvious physical damage, but I am not a doctor.
There are a number of concerned people milling about, I draw the privacy
curtains.  She looks so fragile lying there, then there is movement, her
eyes open and when she sees me she smiles.

   "You scared me."

   "Not to worry, I am fine really."

   She attempts to get up but winces with pain.  She falls back on the cot.

   "What is wrong?"

   "The harness must have bruised me."

   Her shorts are covering the area where the harness met her thighs but a
noticeable dark purple swelling is creeping downwards.  She gingerly
touches the area then her face winces.  In my first aid kit is a lotion for
taking the sting out of bites it should work on that bruise.

   "I have something that should take away some of the throbbing."

   "Do you?  Please use it."

   "You are going to have to remove your shorts."

   She attempts to push them downwards but the angle only antagonizes her
injury.  She looks at me in pleading eyes.

   "Need some help?"

   She lifts up her hips and looks at me.  Gingerly tugging the waist band
and then pulling the leggings gradually they peel downwards, although the
last thing my mind should consider is her beauty, it happens when her lacey
blue boy cut panties are exposed.  There is an obvious dampness at the
crotch, likely not from sexual arousal but the adrenalin from the climb
then the fall.  The bruise is getting uglier.

   "I am going to have to roll up the leggings of your panties."

   "Would it be easier if you took them off?"

   Lying before me is a breathtaking teen; her long toned legs bare and
spread.  It shouldn't have any effect on me considering the situation but
it does.  There is evident pain in my lower head.  This beauty has just
asked me about removing her panties thus exposing what will really a
serious distraction.

   "It would make it easier to apply the lotion."

   "You will have to remove them."

   Again she lifts her hips; the grimace of pain fills her face.  The panty
material is a very soft, elasticized and molded to her pubes; the
silhouette has my mouth dry in anticipation.  Leaning over her sexual scent
hits me like a hammer.  Wave after wave of queasy feelings run through my
mind; making it necessary for me to quickly support myself with my arms for
fear of collapsing face first.  Wyn's eyes open when she feels the cot
shift.

   "Sorry, I nearly lost my balance."

   Smiling she nods then closes her eyes leaving me to remove her panties.
Again she lifts her hips waiting.  Slowly peeling them downwards every so
gently as to not aggravate the bruises; her secret area is revealed.  Her
swollen luv lips are a soft pink, contrast against her white skin.  Her
inner lips are pouty lotus blossoms in full bloom.  What really set it off
are a few red curly hairs glistening with her juice.  As young as she is
there is a very distinctive clitoris poking out of it hood.  It takes will
power not to kiss her and it.  Unfortunately a banquet that is off limits!

   Forcing myself, I apply the soothing numbing lotion to the massive
bruise.  It usually takes about thirty second for the Baum to dull the
pain. It is difficult to take my gaze away from her beauty.  Staring at her
pussy, she surprises me.

   "I can feel the difference.  The throbbing is going away."

   "When you are able we will get you to a doctor to make sure everything
is fine."

   Wyn has a funny look on her face, she caught me staring at her most
private parts, and it is difficult no to stare.  Glancing downwards, she
has shifted her body, spreading her legs further; opening her blossom, a
thin glaze of her juice coats everything.  The effect on me is hardness.

   "Can you help me get dressed?"

   As much as I didn't want to cover heaven, with her shifting her body too
and fro we managed to accomplish the task with a little pain as possible.
Just then Mary calls out.

   "Don, how is she?"

   "Come in Mary, she is fine but she will need to see a doctor to makes
sure there is no internal damage.  There doesn't appear to be anything
broken but just to make sure."

   Mary is on her cell phone, and then hangs up.

   "Fortunately my doctor's wife is my Bridge group.  She told me to bring
Wyn over and her husband will see her."

   Helping Wyn to her feet, she walks with Mary but winces with every step.
It will be a while before the swelling actually goes down.  After they
leave, I continue my duties but my mind is on Wyn and her beautiful downy
framed pussy.

   At six, a number of organizers come over and thank me for volunteering.
Volunteering, hell I was shanghaied but meeting and seeing all of Wyn made
it worth while not to mention Alicia yesterday.  Never did make it today,
with Wyn's accident.  The drive home is uneventful; my mind is on loading
the Yukon and heading to the cottage.

   After a much needed shower, I smelt like a arm pit as my adrenalin was
pumping as well seeing Wyn take her fall, a trip to the market replenishes
my supplies for the cottage.  That is one habit I continue, a running list
of items that need to be replaced after every weekend.  The decision is
whether to head out tonight arriving late or leave early tomorrow morning
and drive sanely.  With a double black Russian, my mind debates the
alternatives.  The news is showing the horrors of Katrina; my heart goes
out to the victims.  Finding the Red Cross site on the net, I make a
sizable donation hopefully it will help.

   Absentmindedly, attempting to sip from an empty glass has me building a
second one.  I am leaning on heading out early tomorrow morning.  The first
drink has me mellowing reminding me that it hit an empty stomach.  The left
over Chinese from yesterday and a new Black Russian will fill the void. 
All is going well when the telephone rings.

   "Parson Residence."

   "I hope so."

   It is Mary.

   "Hi Mary, how did it go with Wyn?"

   "Reason for my call, the doc says she is fine except for the bruising.
He also mentioned your First Aid did a lot to keep it from really being a
problem."

   "I am happy for Wyn; she is a delightful young lady."

   "I am glad you think that way because I have another favor to ask you."

   I knew I should have left right after the replenishing the groceries,
that will teach me to be tardy.  Here is comes.

   "And what would that be?"

   "You know I have been assigned the Well's contract?"

   "Yes."

   "What you don't know is that it requires me to be in Dallas for a week.
Alicia is working full time at Wal-Mart leaving no one to take care of Wyn.
It wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't gotten hurt."

   Can you feel it coming, I can, and the sixty-four-thousand-dollar
question is?

   "I was hoping you won't mind taking Wyn with you to the cottage to
recuperate.  She won't be any trouble."

   She knows my cottage has more than enough room to accommodate Wyn, it
has all the comforts of home, with power, satellite television and an item
very few know about, a telephone in my mother's maiden name.  With all the
additions over the last few years, I could easily live there are year
round. What can I say?

   "When is this supposed to happen?"

   "I know this is an imposition but tonight would be great."

   So much for the second drink, the Yukon is loaded and the trip will take
approximately two hours, we can be there before midnight.  Fortunately
there is always enough dry and canned food to feed an army and there is a
small store in the town on the main road which carries a little bit of
everything if the need arises.

   "Is she ready now?"

   There is a sound of relief in Mary's voice.

   "Yes she is; I knew I could count on you.  I owe you big time."

   "Yes you do, and I plan on collecting."

   "Good, I miss it as much as Alicia."

   So she knows her daughter visited me.  That was second good thing about
the weekend, the first being honored with the view of Wyn's beauty. 
Perhaps there will be more of the same at the cottage, wishful thinking?

   "Give me about thirty minutes and I will be at your door."

   "We will be waiting."

   Cleaning up the kitchen, and then securing the house, I am on my way. 
In twenty nine minutes I am at Mary's front door.  Mary is leading Wyn to
the vehicle; she is gingerly walking towards me.  Dressed in loose shorts
and a halter top even in the subdued light she looks ravishing.  Memories
of what is between her legs fill my imagination.

   "Thank you, thank you Don; I can always count on you."

   She gives me quick kisses with a little tongue as well as a promise of
things to come.  She has a great body and certainly knows how to use it to
the fullest.  Pushing her sizable breasts against me, her smile teases me.

   "You realize you are going to pay for this?"

   "Any time, I like paying you."

   Wyn shuffles up behind her.  Even in her discomfort she looks divine.

   "Wyn, how are you holding up?"

   "Good except when I move.  The doctor says it will be a lot better
tomorrow.  I hope he is right.  Thank you for you assistance.  Mary said
you would.  I know it must be a terrible imposition."

   "No imposition, just unanticipated, do you need help getting in?  The
Yukon is so high."

   "Please, I don't want to stretch my thigh muscles."

   On the passenger side, she comes to me, allowing me to lift her.  She is
soft and so warm, her arms around my neck, her scent causing all kinds of
havoc with my body.  I should have seen Alicia today to take the edge off.
After seeing her equipment, this week will be very frustrating to say the
least.  Slipping her into the seat, she gives me a squeeze before letting
go.  Looking at her questionably, all she does is smile.  Tossing her two
travel cases in the back; Mary watches and waits for me to get into the
drivers seat, me questioning the duration of my charge.

   "You won't be back till Friday."

   "Yes that is the plan; and you won't be back till Sunday night?"

   "If all goes well and Wyn heals as hoped.  I hope you brought your
bathing suit?"

   "Yes I did and my rock climbing outfits as well."

   "You're kidding after what happened you still want to climb rocks?"

   "You bet all that told me is my concentration slipped, it won't happen
again."

   That is all I need is for her to slide down the rock face into the lake.
There will be no safety belts.  Backing out of the driveway, Mary is waving
and throwing kisses.  I wonder where Alicia is.

   Traffic out of the city is light; Sunday evenings in Abbotsville are not
full of activity.  Once out the city, the cruise control is set.  The miles
file by.  Looking at Wyn, she is trying to get comfortable.  Even now and
then she winces as she strains the thigh muscles.

   "Did you bring some of the lotion you had at the park?"

   "I have a full kit at the cottage."

   "Good, it has a soothing effect on the bruises; it should dull the pain
so I can get some sleep."

   The rest of the trip is uneventful; she actually dozed off but woke when
the monster (Yukon) turned off the main road.  She looks around seeing
nothing but trees many overhanging the trail leading to the cottage.

   "Your cottage is up here?"

   "Yes, nearly seven miles off the road.  Makes it very private, the way I
like it."

   The trail is maintained by the power company to the point the potholes
are filled and any fallen trees from storms are removed.  The Yukon's four
wheel drive can handle anything else nature throws at us.  Finally the last
turn before the cottage then the lights hit it.

   "We are home.  You stay here until I turn the yard lights on.  I will
bring the suitcases.  We will unload the rest tomorrow morning."

   Flipping on the main switch the flood lights fill the area.  The cottage
lights up.  At the Yukon, Wyn is waiting for me to assist her.  She is in
my arms, hugging me so I carry her inside and set her on a sofa.  She looks
around.

   "This is nice."

   "It is one of the reasons I spend my summers here."

   Returning to the Yukon to get our suitcases, I return to the cottage. 
Wyn looks angelic standing in front of the windows taking in the lake or
what she could see of it.  The few cottages within site show lights
sparkling in the night.  There is a full moon that gives the view magic
effect.

   "I can understand why you like it here, the view; I have never seen
anything like it."

   "Sometimes the Northern Lights fill the sky giving you a light show that
can't be duplicated by man.  I enjoy my time here."

   "Do you have guests often?"

   Thinking about it, there have been very few guests in her context of the
word but the young Green children and the beautiful guest from the next
cottage come to mind but that is for my private memories.

   "No, I usually don't.  My kids are long gone and live on the other side
of the country.  This is my private heaven.  Come on I will give you the
cook's tour."

   After showing her the features, she seems impressed.

   "Would you like to shower?  The solar system ensures we have lots of hot
water."

   "No thanks, I actually bathed at Mary's.  Once I heard about
accompanying you, I figured it would be a good idea not knowing the layout.
I had an image of a log cabin with no amenities."

   "As you can see we have everything anyone could desire, could I interest
you in a hot chocolate before you go to bed.  You will be in the loft; I
will sleep on the sofa."

   "That is not necessary; the sofa is fine for me."

   "Let's argue about that later, first the hot chocolate, we can sit on
the deck and listen to the night.  Sometimes when the lodge is having a
dance you can hear the music floating across the lake."

   "Lodge?"

   "Yes, there is one lodge on the lake, about three miles from here.  It
caters to fishermen and hunters depending on the season.  They are far
enough away from here that they never bother me.  I did get to met one of
the guides, a Mr.  Green and his family."

   A smile sweeps across my face remembering Mr.  Green's daughters.  I
hope to see them again before the season is out.  Armed with the hot
chocolate we enjoy the evening, Wyn sits on a large lounge chair to my
right, her legs stretched out, and such beautiful long legs.

   "Thank you for the chocolate it is late and I do feel tired."

   "You can have the bathroom to get ready I will sit here for a while."

   She moves tenderly favoring her right leg as it took the brunt of the
fall.  Inside she ruffles through her case and then the sound of the
bathroom door closing.  The night is beautiful; all natures' sounds are in
full gear, crickets and the occasional call of some bird in the night.  The
air is clean and brisk.

   "Don, I am ready to go to bed.  Do you have the lotion?"

   "Be right in."

   Grabbing the first aid kit and locating the lotion, I offer it to her.
She is wearing a short red robe that ends just above her knees.  Her red
hair is hanging loose framing her face, she has dispensed with her glasses,
and she looks intriguing, she has beautiful penetrating eyes.

   "Would you rub it on please?  I don't like looking at the bruise.  I
hope it clears up tonight."

   "A bruise like that will be with you for at least a week maybe more. 
The pain should go away in a couple of days, the lotion numbs it."

   "I still would like you to put it on, please."

   "Fine, if you insist!"

   She arranges herself on the sofa, spreads her legs and spreads the robe.
She is wearing a very dainty thong that just covers her obvious clam which
is open.  The effect on me is strictly hydraulic.  Gingerly applying the
cool lotions the temperature shock gets a sharp breath.  Softly rubbing one
thigh then the other has her closing her eyes as the lotion takes effect.
The urge to move my finger upwards is very strong but my common sense
prevails.

   "Done, you should sleep like the dead."

   "Thank you."

   She gets up, her robe falls in place covering heaven then she surprises
me by leaning over and kissing me on the lips.  Shocked, I watch her climb
to the loft, her legs teasing me.  After she settles down I head for the
shower, embarrassing hardon and all.

   Finally a troubling sleep overtakes me, waking to the climbing sun and a
serenade of birds.  Quickly the reality of Wyn visit comes back bring a
smile to my face.  There is no sound from the loft she still must be
asleep. Dressing, and then plugging in the coffee maker, I unload the
Yukon. Still no sounds from the loft; I put all the supplies away and sit
down with a fresh cup of coffee and a magazine.  One of the things I enjoy
is the ability to sit and read.  My stomach is reminding me that it hasn't
had anything but left over Chinese and it needs a refill.  Maybe the smell
of bacon cooking will get results where the aromatic scent of coffee
didn't. Soon the odor of frying bacon and toast fill the cottage and as
hoped feet hit the floor in the loft.

   "What time is it?"

   "Nearly ten, sleepy head."

   "It has to be the air, I usually never sleep in.  I will be right down."

   Thump, thump, thump as she hits each stair coming down, the bathroom
door closes then the flush, just the thought of seeing her peeing has my
lower leg get hard.  Trying to will it down, Wyn is in the eating area
dressed in her short robe.  It is open displaying her belly button jewelry
and thong.  There is no respite for my hard on.  It is still trying to push
a hole in my slacks.  Wyn, unfortunately notices, smiles then looks away.

   "I can hardly feel those bruises but they look terrible."

   "The fact you have very light skin is part of the problem, they really
stand out.  When you go out make sure you have a thick application of sun
block.  I have a number of different strengths in the bathroom medicine
cabinet.  I usually don't burn after a few days in the sun."

   "You are lucky, me I usually burn in ten minutes if I forget the block."

   "You will find all kinds, a couple are supposed to be water proof for
swimming but put on more when you come out.  I don't trust them."

   "Will do, what is for breakfast?"

   "The Chef is awaiting your order."

   Wyn may be small but it isn't because she eats like a bird, more like a
lumberjack.  I am sure she has a hollow leg.  She even complimented me on
my cooking and the coffee, so much so that we had to make the second pot.

   "I can't wait to see those rock faces you mentioned."

   "Well you don't have to go far, just look across the lake and there is a
good example."

   The rock face is in the two hundred foot range nearly straight up. 
There are a number of outcroppings displaying greenery and some colored
foliage, wild flowers is my guess.

   "After we clean up, you can take the tour of the property, there is a
small dock for swimming and fishing.  It used to be a fairly good climb to
the dock, but over the years, the prior owners and now myself have made a
solid staircase.  It also has lights down to the lake for late night
returns off the lake."

   With the area cleaned up, Wyn tears up the stairs to change.  So much so
for the pain of walking, it has to be the recovery of youth as I would
still be bedridden with a Candy Stripper to wipe my fevered brow.  Being a
gentleman, I take my coffee to the deck, wishing I could be a fly on the
wall.  Again the thump, thump of her returning to the main floor, she is
wearing what purports to be a bikini, one that almost defies description
due to its size.  It consists of a narrow band around her chest, wide
enough to cover her surprisingly large nipples mounted on two very
interesting puffies, very few girls have them but Wyn is one of the
exceptions.  The band is vertically supported by two strings over her
shoulders; the bottoms are made with even less material, not enough to make
even a small handkerchief and with a likewise thin string holding the patch
in place.  The bruises on her thighs are ugly, but the shape of her clam is
a very nice diversion.  The material is very supple, showing every detail
of her pussy.  The sight has the usual effect on me.

   "You like my bathing suit?"

   "Do you actually wear that in public?"

   That gets a smile and a shake of her head.

   "My mom would kill me if she knew I wore it, it is actually Alicia's,
but she has out grown it and gave it to me.  With it being so private here
nobody will see me except you and you have seen most of me.  I wish I could
buy clothes like this."

   The smile on her face is like that the Chester Cat in `Alice in
Wonderland'.  This young lady is familiar with the wiles of a woman and the
effect she has on men.  They seem to grow up so fast.  Her last comment has
me thinking, she has not mentioned her dad, possible separation or maybe a
divorce.

   "When can we go swimming?"

   "After what you ate, I think we better wait at least an hour, but we can
take the tour."

   "Good, let's go."

   Up she gets heading for the stairs off the deck, her rear takes me by
surprise.  The only thing showing in the back is the string around her
waist holding the patch on her pussy: for all intents and purposes from the
back she is as naked as a jaybird.  Gingerly she works her way down the
stairs to the deck.  She is totally in awe of the scenery and as a matter
of fact.  So am I, but my scenery is her.  When she leans over to pick up a
bird feather the display of her awesome asshole has my body shivering in
anticipation.  The tight rimmed hole is beautiful; the rim shows no
wrinkles but has me wondering can it accept my raging hardon.  She catches
me staring.

   "This is beautiful, just look at those cliffs, I could be here a month
and never climb all of them.  I can wait till later to change and get
climbing."

   I really don't want her climbing because of what happened at the fair
yesterday but there isn't much to be done about it.  Just like riding a
horse, if you get tossed off the best thing is to get right back on and try
again.  I am not looking forward to her climbing though.  For the next hour
we talk about all kinds of things.  She doesn't have a boyfriend but it is
her choice as she had been asked for dates many times.  Some of her female
class mates are pregnant, when she hits me with that we are eye to eye, she
is trying to shock me.

   In our conversation, she did mention her mom is a divorcée and her dad
lives on the west coast.  She hasn't seen or heard from him in a year, his
support payments are also few and far between making it a challenge for her
mom.  I can only assume there isn't that much surplus money in the budget
for frivolous items such as bikinis.

   Her bikini bottom has worked it way into her slit and for all intents
she is naked.  The few red curly hairs have my attention.  It is going to
be a rough week for me.  Where is the saltpeter, Potassium nitrate for
those into correctness?

   It finally got to the point that after she caught me staring so many
times I no longer attempted to cover up my interest.  She in turn keeps
looking at my crotch that doesn't disappoint her, it is obvious where my
interests are.  And it is certainly obvious where her interests are.

   "Can we go swimming?"

   "We?"

   "Of course, you don't want me to go alone do you?"

   Thinking about it the cold water will relieve me of my hardon assuming
that my bathing suit will slide on.  Getting up is embarrassing as my tool
is pointing to the north, right at her.

   "I will go and change and be right back."

   "Do you need any help?"

   This girl is getting to me; she is a lot wiser and knowledgeable than I
gave her credit for.  Some of those comments are totally out of context of
my assumption she is naive.  My startled look brings on a smile.

   "No, I have been dressing myself for years but thanks for thinking of
me."

   "No problem, I am here to help."

   In the bathroom it is difficult to pull the bathing suit over my hard
on. On the counter in a neat pile is her panties and bra.  Feeling foolish,
I lean over and take a deep breath, her animal scent files my nostrils and
mind and is no help to my raging hardon.  The small tag on her white cotton
bra states it is an A-cup.  How I would love to be able to buy her some
sexy lingerie, and on her small body it would be--- why in the hell am I
thinking like that?

   Lumbering down the steps, Wyn is watching me.  My hardon is embarrassing
me with a very obvious tent.  Did she just lick her lips or is my mind
playing tricks.

   "I like the way you look in your bathing suit."

   She is enticing me but I am too wily to take the bait at least that is
my hope.  Lowing myself into the cold water has the effect needed.  My
hardon disappears in seconds.  Wyn follows me backing down the ladder with
me staring at her asshole.  Will it stretch?  There are those bad vibes
again.  Once in the water she demonstrates she can swim like a fish.  The
water does feel good on my old body.  Wyn has marvelous lung capacity as
she dives and swims underwater popping up forty feet from me.  Then down
she goes again.  Surveying the water there isn't a ripple to show her
whereabouts.  I finally learn where she is when her small hand slips in my
bathing suit grabbing my stub of a cock.  It grows in her hand and she pops
up in front of me.  Still saying nothing she caresses my length with one
hand as she lowers my suit with the other.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Don't you like it?"

   "That doesn't answer the question."

   "I saw what looking at me did to you so I thought this would help."

   Help, it feels wonderful, so much so my hips are pumping into her hand.
She moves against me rubbing her body against my hip.  One hand cups her
bottom, so soft and viable.

   "You know we shouldn't be doing this?"

   "Doing what?"

   She is vigorously pumping me, all the frustration over the last few days
is going to cumming out of me shortly.  Wyn senses it.

   "Can we move closer to the shore, I want to see you cum."

   With her guiding me by my cock we are now standing so that she can see
my tool.  The foreskin is pulled back and the purple head shines coated
with water.  Precum is seeping from my slit.  Her finger runs through it,
and then she rubs it into her thumb and smells.  All of her actions are so
erotic; hell my body is shaking with anticipation of my climax.  She grasps
my shaft and pumps.

   "Are you close?"

   There are no sounds from me just a nod.  It is building up, nothing can
be done to hold it off with her warm hands stroking.  The distance the
first blast makes has to be a world record.  Hell I never thought it was in
me.  The subsequent blasts are a lot shorter but respectable.  She looks at
me then at my cock then at the sperm slow sinking in the lake.

   "Wow that is the first time I have ever seen a guy shot off, it is the
first time I have seen a cock period."

   Now that is a surprise as the way she attacked my cock I would have
sworn she had experience, her manipulations seem like that of pro.  It must
be because she reads a lot.  She is still squeezing my stub extracting the
last drop of cream.

   "Do you squirt that much every time?"

   "I have never ejaculated that much ever."

   "Maybe I have the magic touch?"

   Exhausted all I want is to sit and try and make some sense out what just
happened, not that I didn't appreciate a thirteen year old teen giving me a
hand job.

   "Do you want to touch everything you have been looking at for the last
couple of days?"

   Caught off guard again, she is manipulating me like a toy.  Speechless,
my nod gives her the answer.  With that her arms encircle my neck and she
pulls her body tightly against me.  The heat of her pussy penetrates the
cool water as she humps me.  Looking down at her all I see is her face
coming at me and we kiss.  Where do these youngsters get their training? 
For one who claims that she has never seen a cock she sure seems to know
what turns a male's crank.

   Her tongue is my mouth, it tastes of toothpaste.  My hands find her bum,
she has pulled her bikini bottom out of her pussy and all is exposed to my
searching fingers.  Caressing the tight rim of her asshole gets a
satisfactory sigh in my ear.  With a little effort my finger is buried to
the first knuckle.  Thank goodness for the privacy my cottage affords.

   "Let's go up to the cabin."

   Wyn gives me a squeeze and hangs onto me like a second skin.  With all
the adrenalin flowing carrying her up the stairs seems effortless; however,
later I will pay dearly.

   Once inside she releases her grip and kisses me again.  This time my
hand finds her pussy and a clitoris that is enraged with excitement.  She
automatically pushes her pussy into my manipulative hand.  My free hand
finds three ties.  The minuscule bathing suit drops to the floor.  Her
large nipples are hard and calling for me to suck them.  Her skin has a
distinctive taste.  Picking her up there is one more climb to the loft, I
will definitely be paying for it tomorrow.  Gently laying her on the bed,
she watches me struggle out of my wet suit; my cock is engorged
appreciating the view before me.  The bruises look out of place on her
white skin, but the rest of her body is gorgeous.  Now beside her we kiss
her body warm against mine.

   "What made you do what you did?"

   "Alicia.  We had a very long talk yesterday afternoon after we heard of
Aunt Mary's plan to have you look after me.  She says she loves you.  She
also mentioned how gentle you were when you took her cherry.  I want you to
do the same for me."

   The look on my face has to be priceless, Wyn starts to giggle. 
Speechless, I snuggle into her soft tummy my face inches away from her
clitoris.  Her scent is making itself obvious as it coats her lake washed
pussy.  Lifting my head to see the opaque creamy syrup flowing from her
slit, my tongue flicks and the rewards is the nectar of the gods.  Wyn
raises her hips, offering me more.  Arranging my face between her legs, my
mouth encompasses all of her pussy and the vacuum created gives me a full
dose of Wyn.  Finding her clitoris, my efforts are to keep her pussy clear
of juice while attacking her clitoris.  Just before cumming she grabs my
ears and pulls into her pussy.  I am sure that my ears are now replicas of
Spock from Star Trek.

   "What happened?  I thought I was going to die.  I am shaking all over."

   "You just climaxed.  Don't you masturbate?"

   A beautiful blush starts at her face and works it way down her body. 
Her cunt is soaking; leaning over my tongue takes care of it.  Her body
trembles.

   "It has never been anything near what happened just now.  Alicia was
right about you."

   In all the times Alicia and I were intimate never did she mention her
cousin.  Does she have any more that look like Wyn?

   "So Alicia told you about us?"

   "She told me she lost her cherry a long time ago to a mature man, she
never mentioned it was you, just someone she knew and loved.  She told me
all about your trips and what happened in the rooms you shared.  I was
always jealous because of the way she spoke about it."

   "So she told you yesterday?"

   "Yes, after promising never to tell anyone about it, she thinks her mom
knows but Aunt Mary has never said anything."

   "So you are not going to tell anyone?"

   "There is nothing to tell yet, I still have my cherry."

   "Well, that may have to wait."

   "No, it doesn't.  I have been on the pill since my mom found out about
the girls getting pregnant in my class.  What you see is ready for you and
that."

   She is looking at my engorged cock as she spreads her legs opening up
her luv lips, what a beautiful shade of pink.  As much as I want too, maybe
we should cool it.

   "We have all week, let's take each step slowly besides I am worn out."

   She hugs me.

   "Oh, my poor baby, you need your rest."

   And rest we did, it was ten thirty in the morning when we hugged, it is
now four in the afternoon and Wyn is shaking me.

   "Okay sleeping beauty lets go swimming again."

   The last thing I want is to struggle into a wet bathing suit; she seems
to sense it, smiles.

   "Do we have to wear suits?  I like looking at you.  That is some cock
you have."

   "Like you have so many to compare it too?"

   "Actually I do, there are a couple of guys at school that think if they
show the girls their little peckers we will tear off our panties for them."

   "I like looking at you with no panties; I can understand why they were
trying to entice you."

   "I like you looking at me with the desire in your eyes; it makes me feel
grown up.  I never thought of my bum as being sexy until you shoved your
finger in it.  Maybe that will fit in it as well."

   She is looking at my John Thomas standing out proud and ready for the
next call of duty, but swimming is first.

   "Grab your bathing suit, we will bring them with us, any approaching
boats will give us lots of notice with the sound of their motors.  Putting
yours on is a breeze, mine is not as easy."

   "I bet."

   With that I follow her bare ass down the steps to the dock, she dives in
and I follow, this time she is right beside me, offer me her lips.  Hell,
she could become a permanent fixture around here.

   Wyn turns out to be excellent company; I no longer look at her as a
babysitting assignment.  She has a sharp tongue and continues to embarrass
me.  The little witch enjoys taunting me.

   After cleaning up the dinner dishes she runs to the shower.  Of course
my imagination has me enjoying it with her, but that is not to be.  Soon
she presents herself, donned in a robe and nothing else, no more pretence.
She sits across from me, her robe parts, exposing her lush pussy.  The
witch keeps moving her legs back and forth to keep my attention where it
aught not to be.

   "So when am I going to loose my cherry?"

   As much as my cock says now, I refrain at this point; it is going to
happen but not tonight.  Another day or two should take care of most of her
ugly bruises.  Analyzing her body, she is very well proportioned.  The only
thing lacking is breasts but there are signs that they will be enjoyable.

   "Maybe tomorrow, I don't know how long I can stand this."

   "You mean this?"

   With that she spreads her luv lips with her fingers exposing a more than
ample opening to accommodate my tool.  My resolve is weakening but closing
my eyes helps.

   "Coward."

   In my mind I hope to make her pay for all this taunting, nothing hurtful
but something that she will realize is payback.

   "Would you like to watch some television?"

   Turning on the set, the news channel is rehashing Katrina and Rita,
showing some terrible scenes.  Wyn moves and is now sitting beside me; she
looks at me then straddles my leg rubbing her warm moist pussy against me.
What a waste of pussy juice.  After an hour of this torture I suggest we
retire for the night.  Securing the cottage for the night, Wyn is waiting
for me, expecting a good night kiss; she again surprises me and grabs my
hand dragging me to the loft.

   "After what happened today, don't you think we should act like adults
and sleep together, besides I have never slept with a man before?"

   Who am I to argue?  Sleeping with her among other things has been my
dream since meeting her.  Everything is happening so fast.  I really do
wonder who is in charge, and my thoughts are that it isn't me.

   Snuggling with Wyn is a treat, the scent of her body and shampoo, has my
imagination working overtime.  When she moved upwards she surprises me by
pulling my mouth to her nipple.  That is the last thing I remember during
which sleep took over.  In the morning we are like one, entangled with each
other.  Her face is on my chest, her hand encompassing my tool, my hand on
her soft warm back sliding down to her asshole.  Something told her I was
awake, her eyes open, then a smile.

   "My dream was of us sleeping together, it is so comforting."

   She snuggles into me again but it is time to start the day.  Actually, I
want to brush my teeth and take care of morning breath.  Today is going to
be interesting.

   "We have to get up; you can't sleep through most of the day.  You did
that yesterday."

   "That was your fault, I offered you my cherry but you were to chicken to
do anything."

   She likes playing with fire.

   "You realize you are going to pay for all those taunts."

   "Promises, promises, you aren't going to do anything."

   She is surprisingly fast; first she is beside me then when I attempt to
grab her she squirms like a worm and is gone, all is left is a view of her
magnificent bottom heading down the stairs.  The bathroom door closes.  It
is quiet enough in the cottage that the sound of her morning pee penetrates
the wall.  Watching a young girl pee has always been erotic.

   Waiting till she finishes her toilet, I gaze out over the lake; it is
going to be another clear day.  There is a slight wind, the leaves are just
moving.  The big decision of the day is where are we going to take care of
her cherry?  There is a solid lounge on the deck under the overhang, giving
us privacy from the air and the feeling of freedom.  My middle leg is all
for it.

   "I am done, Don."

   She is at the bottom of the staircase naked except for her robe,
watching me, my cock bobbing up and down.  This time she did lick her lips.
Maybe we should go to the lounge before breakfast.

   "You keep teasing me."

   "Alicia told me to keep after you and make you so excited that you will
be putty in my fingers."

   "I think Alicia and I will have to have a talk when I get back."

   With that she sticks her tongue out and then moves towards the kitchen
area, looking back, that smile of hers just daring me to do something.  How
I would like too but restraint is necessary.  After doing my thing, all
gussied up and beautiful, I too head for the kitchen area.  Wyn has made
coffee and is sitting at the table with a big grin on her face.

   "Well smarty, I have a question for you, since you plan on loosing your
cherry, did you bring pads with you?"

   "Pads?"

   "Got you, you have no idea what I am talking about?"

   For a girl that has been so smart up to now, she is sporting a hellva
dumb look.

   "When you loose your cherry, you actually tear the membrane and your
body bleeds until it heals usually in less than a day, but in the meantime
it can be messy."

   "Alicia never mentioned that."

   "Just goes to prove you and your accomplice aren't as smart as you
thought."

   "I don't use them which will require a trip to town.  You never brought
anything for your period?"

   "No, I just finished last Wednesday, I am not due for another month."

   "So much for loosing your cherry."

   "Oh please, can't we go to town?  Now who is teasing?"

   "Maybe if you're real nice to me, I may reconsider."

   Finally the upper hand, then feeling stupid gloating over besting a
thirteen year old, Wyn hits me with another shocker.  She is on her knees
in front of me and in the blink of an eye she has my shorts at my ankles
and my raging hardon in her mouth, so soft so warm.  The witch has bested
me again.  She brings me to the brink then stops, looks up and gives me
that mischievous smile.  Her eyes are beautiful without her glasses.

   "Is that being real nice?"

   "Yes."

   "So we can go to town and you will take my cherry when we come back."

   At this point I am ready to agree to anything as long as she finishes
what she started.

   "You haven't finished anything."

   "I may be young but not stupid; the little I know about sex tells me if
the male gets what he wants before agreeing it may not happen.  So do you
promise to take my cherry today after taking me to town to get those damn
pads with no more stupid excuses?"

   She is gently squeezing my shaft to make her point, letting me know
someone told her about a man and his tool and where his extended brains
resides, which seems to be most of the time lately.  Alicia, she is the
culprit.

   "I agree to your extortion conditions."

   "Extortion my ass, you want a blowjob and are willing to do anything for
it.  Come, sit on the sofa."

   As instructed, I sit.  Wyn places herself between my legs, looks up
smiles, rolls back my foreskin and then lowers her face engulfing me.  She
brings me to the brink twice more then stops, then the third time she sucks
with vigor accepting my full load, gulping every drop.  What a sensation.

   "Okay, you have got yours, when do we leave."

   "Do you think we could have some breakfast and a couple of cups of
coffee first?"

   "I guess, but remember you promised."

   "I never break a promise."

   Even after what has just happened, it behooves me to believe this young
girl has the obvious smarts to control me.  Not that I am resisting, what
male would?  During breakfast she beams with the smile of the cat that got
the canary.  This is no longer a little girl but a woman with a mind of her
own.  Finishing up breakfast, I am on my second coffee.

   "If you want to change, I will finish in the kitchen, witch."

   "But remember, a witch that bested you and with a very intriguing cherry
right?"

   "Go and get changed."

   In the loft she rifles through her bag and heads for the bathroom. 
After finishing the dishes, I sit with a fresh coffee.  What a way to start
the day.  I can still feel her mouth on me.  Taking her cherry will be an
honor.  The opening door has me look up; she is dressed like a normal
child, shorts and top with running shoes, nothing to indicate the seething
temptress beneath.

   "I am ready."

   "Give me ten minutes."

   On the way out to the main highway, I decide to go to Grafton, to the
mall on the edge of the city.  I have a strong desire to see that beautiful
body adorned by sexy, frilly under garments.  Hitting the highway and
turning left, she is none the wiser.

   It takes under an hour to arrive; during the trip we exchange a
continuous barrage of barbs at each other.  This young lady has a very
extensive vocabulary.  Pulling into the mall she looks at me.

   "This doesn't look like any small town store."

   "Very observant, it's not.  I thought a trip to the mall may mellow your
demands on me."

   "Forget it, you promised and you are going to come through."

   We get a couple of looks of curiosity, this young vibrant beautiful
redhead with an old worn out gray haired man.  In the mall, we are one of
the hundreds roaming around.  First we hit Wal-Mart, obtaining the precious
pads, a large box of tampons and a large tube of KY-Jelly.  It pays to be
prepared.  She looks at me but doesn't question.  Once outside the store, I
inquire.

   "Would you like some new clothes?"

   The look is total surprise.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You mentioned you would like to buy some frilly things if you had the
money, well I have the money and frilly things don't really look good on
me."

   That brings a smile and a laugh.

   "I have clothes."

   "I know that, but this is your chance to indulge in your dream.  Don't
worry about the cost, my treat."

   "Where would I buy these frilly things?"

   Smiling I point.

   "Victoria's Secret?"

   "I understand they have frilly things for young ladies."

   "You really mean it don't you?"

   "You bet."

   She is hesitant but we are slowing moving to the entrance, a number of
very intimate items adorn the mannequins; every piece would look excellent
embellishing her body.

   "You're sure?"

   Grabbing her arm I gently guide her to the counter, a young clerk smiles
and approaches us.

   "Could you please help my niece, it is her first time at a mall.  She
would like some new lingerie."

   The look Wyn gives me would turn water to ice, but in this situation she
can't say much.  The clerk guides her too a large rack of bras that
captures Wyn's attention.  Me, I am glued to the display of what is called
O-Ring V-Strings, they reveal a lot more than they cover, other displays of
thongs panties include some with Rhinestones and small jewels.  All would
look great on my newly adopted niece.  Momentarily the clerk looks towards
me and I beckon her to come to me, Wyn never noticed.

   "Let her pick out whatever she desires, the sky is the limit, this is my
birthday gift to her.  Everything she picks out double it assuming she
likes the colors.  Make sure she gets a full compliment of all the thongs
in this display, and if you sell string bikini's a couple in her colors
please.  My sister will kill me, but it will be worth it.  When you are
done give me the high sign, I will be on that bench."

   Fortunately, there is a Tim Horton's in the Mall and grabbing a large
coffee, I station myself across from the store and wait.  Maybe I should
have picked up a book like the Victoria's Secret Catalogue to wile away my
time.  It has been a long time since I had the pleasure of buying lingerie
for a woman.  My wife loved it, when the thongs were first introduced she
thought they were terrible, but wore them every chance she could.  She
would love today styles and materials.  I hope Wyn gets some boy shorts as
well; on her body they would look awesome.

   Since Victoria's Secret only sells intimate apparel, Wyn will likely
need other items.  Fortunately two stores down is a very large Gap, our
next stop.  Three hours later, five coffees, four trips to the little boy's
room and finally the clerk gives me the high sign.  From the look on her
face, she must be on a commission.  Wyn is standing with five bags, no
larger than your average grocery bag; the total is just under twelve
hundred dollars.  Finally Wyn finds her tongue.

   "Don, I didn't pick all that out, but the clerk said I needed them.  We
can put them back."

   "It is okay, I suggested to the clerk to make sure you were fully taken
care of, hopefully, you won't out grow them too fast."

   Outside the store, I suggest we deposit the loot in the Yukon and return
for a lunch.  Once inside, I guide her to the Gap.

   "What are we doing here?"

   "You will need some new clothes to go with your new undergarments."

   "I couldn't let you do it."

   "Maybe you can't but I can.  Let's go."

   Grudgingly she allows me to lead her to the store, her eyes ogling the
mannequins in the windows displaying all the latest styles.  Her eyes are
shining with anticipation.  That makes me feel good as well.  The same
method applies, a beautiful young clerk dressed to the nines, well groomed
and immaculate makeup comes forward.

   "My niece needs a complete outer wardrobe for retuning to school, say
seven complete outfits and any and all accessories you would suggest; also
if you sell the make-up you are wearing, please find out which colors would
do her justice and add them to the purchases."

   "This is going to make my day."

   "My credit card company is going to love it as well.  I will be on the
bench across from Victoria's Secret, just call me when you two are done."

   I don't know if my kidney's can take much more coffee.  One good thing
for my location is the view of Victoria's Secret's clients.  Many young
girls and very attractive well dressed women make for a continuous parade
of eye candy.  With what we purchased, it has me trying to calculate the
day's take; it has to be mind boggling.

   Two and half hours later and thirteen hundred dollars poorer, it is back
to the Yukon, this time with a sufficient number of bags for the dollars
spent.  The truck is nearly full.

   "Would you like to have dinner here or maybe we can grab some steaks and
salads and head back to the cottage."

   "Don, I don't know what to say, not even in my wildest dreams could I
imagine what just happened."

   "Just let it sink in.  Now, what about dinner?"

   "I want to go home to the cottage."

   "Done, we will stop and get the necessary vittles and head home."

   The grocery store stop only took fifteen minutes.  The trip home is
quiet; Wyn keeps looking at me, smiling sheepishly.  Once I watch as she
undoes her seat belt, moves towards me and kisses my cheek.  Her hand
caresses my face; it is so soft and has a wonderful odor on it.

   "Do you like the scent?  The sales person at the Gap told me it makes
her boyfriend go wild."

   "I can understand why."

   "I can't wait to get to the cottage, all those wonderful clothes, what
am I going to tell my mother?"

   "Well, when we get back to Abbotsville, I will tell Mary I felt like
helping you take care of your school clothing and to tell her sister.  Mary
will take care of everything."

   "Thank you for everything."

   The sun is setting as we reach the cabin; the sunsets here are always
spectacular as the sun slowly disappears behind the cliffs across the lake.
It takes four trips to bring in all the bags.  Carrying the majority to the
loft, Wyn is opening each one and admiring the purchases.  Leaving her with
the new treasures, I start dinner.  The steaks are thick and large searing
on the barbeque, the potatoes wedges are in the oven, salad in the
refrigerator and Don is on the deck watching the barby with a double Black
Russian.  Life is wonderful.  Then the sound of the shower, Wyn bathing,
and then it stops.

   "Wyn, you have five minutes, the steaks are done."

   "I will make it."

   Momentarily, there is the sound of her descending the steps, no thump,
thump this time, but more like demure steps of a lady.  Looking up, the
vision nearly makes me spill my drink.  She is wearing a sheer green robe,
her makeup is all of various green shading except for the off white lip
gloss, her red hair is piled on top of her head, the effect ages her well
beyond her years.  The green O-Ring V-String consists of a very small V of
cloth not really covering much but who really cares.  Her lovely puffies
are captured in a similar style of bra, hiding nothing but making the scene
very erotic.  Her scent reaches the table long before she does.  I am ready
for dessert.

   "You look devastating."

   "Thank you, I wore everything for you.  I feel so wonderful.  I have
never had anything like this in my life.  Everything fits perfectly."

   And that it does, not being sure a store with the type of clothing that
Victoria's Secret has are noted for accommodating all ages of females, with
Wyn's young body, they excelled.  The proof is standing before me.

   "You have a body for displaying beautiful things."

   The patch of cloth of her V-String is showing signs of dampness; it must
be connected to my cock as it is showing signs of expansion.

   "Come sit and eat, if you keep showing off like this, I am going to
loose my appetite."

   "Because, I am ugly?"

   The look on her face tells me she is at it again using her feminine
wiles to turn my crank.  Her scent has now filled the kitchen area; I don't
know what I want to enjoy the most, the steak or the source of the scent.
Finally she sits across from me, taking most of her wonders from my sight.
It is time to eat.  Once my mind dropped the vision of her naked body and
concentrated on the food in front of me, it turned out I am famished.  Wyn
and her lumber jack's hollow leg devoured her steak, two plates of potatoes
and enough greens to feed a herd of rabbits.  That girl can eat.

   "That was great Mr.  Parson, you are a good cook."

   "Why thank you Miss Rosen, it is my pleasure considering the beautiful
company, dessert?"

   "You know what I want for dessert, which is how this day started.  The
pads and tampons are on the night table, the large tube of KY Jelly as
well."

   "Heck, I forgot about that."

   Dodging to miss a thrown cushion, we clear the table, stacking
everything in the kitchen.  Following my dessert to the loft, I quickly
detour to the shower.  Wrapped in a towel, I walk towards the bed.  Wyn has
rolled down the blankets, now laying prone, waiting for me.  Like she said,
all the items are on the night table including a new box of tissues. 
Dropping the towel has her eyes brighten and she is patting the spot beside
her.  She is in my arms nibbling my ear and whispers.

   "Don, I wish you were my daddy, I really mean it."

   "You would do this with your daddy?"

   "If he was as kind and thoughtful as you, yes I would in a heart beat."

   "A daddy couldn't ask for anything more."

   "Will you be my daddy Don?"

   "For as long as you want."

   "Daddy, make love to me."

   Wyn has removed her robe; just her bra and O-Ring V-thong remain.  First
her mouth gets attention.  Her lip gloss has a lovely taste to it, her
earlobes turn out to be very sensitive, and her young body bounces too and
fro until I stop chewing.  Her nipples continue to enthrall me.  Her hands
have a death grip on my ears, how much more can they stretch?  Tonguing her
belly button has her lift her hips upwards for the deepest penetration. 
Her sounds of passion are getting a little vocal, finally at my goal, her
sexual scent is overwhelming as well as an aphrodisiac.  My cock is
straining to increase its already full length.  Lifting my head from her
pussy, she follows my lead lifting her hips allowing quick removal of her
thong.  Time seems to stand still as my tongue devours what is presented.
Twice spreading her soft bum cheeks, it attacks her smooth asshole and at
once rewarded with a screaming climax.  Each time my face is close to her
clitoris my ears pay for it.  Wyn yanks my face to that sensitive spot and
demands relief.  Finally she pushes me away.  Good thing as my jaw is
aching.

   "Okay daddy now it is time to do your daughter, make me a woman.  What
do I do first?"

   "You are ready?"

   "Quit stalling."

   "We can do it two ways, me on top or you on top, your choice."

   "Me on top?"

   "That way you can control how quick it happens."

   "Me on top."

   Arranging my body in the middle of the bed she is looking at my engorged
cock, the head is an ugly purple from all the stimulation and no relief. 
Her soft hand caresses me.  Natural instinct takes over, she straddles my
body on her knees, she can't get comfortable so she stands and squats over
me, aiming heaven at my spear.  Grasping my shaft she wiggles it a bit till
the feeling of moist heat penetrates the head.

   "You are so big daddy.  I want you so much."

   Gently she pushes downwards; it takes willpower not to do the upward
thrust.  First the massive head disappears, she looks at me smiling, her
face full of concentration.  Then the surprise, she slams her torso
straight down, there was a very slight hesitation when her hymen tears but
my shaft is now part of her interior.  There is a look of total unbelief on
her face.

   "That hurt, daddy."

   "The first time sometime does, just remain still for a few minutes; I
think you will find your body will accept the intruder."

   She leans over; me still embedded in her, and softly kiss me.  Grabbing
her head, I kiss each eyelid; the taste of salty tears is evident.  It
really did hurt her.  Now I feel like a shit.  Then things change, she sits
up and pushes downwards.  We are totally joined at the hips.  Gingerly she
lifts her body and then pushes downwards again; hell it feels good to me.
Reaching upwards, each hand takes a breast and massages her puffies and
nipples.  The look of pain is replaced with one of passion.  Leaving one
breast I find her clitoris and massage it.  Her movements are becoming much
more aggressive, she is mumbling an unintelligible sound.  The desire for
relief has taken over her body like she is in a trance.  I am ready, boy am
I ready.  Then with a final thrust she stiffens, her tummy goes stiff as a
board, she takes in a sizable breath and seems to hold it forever then
exhales collapsing on top of me as my seamen is rushing deep into her
being. The volume has to be similar to the one in the lake.  Thank goodness
for the pill!

   We lay cuddled for nearly twenty minutes, my cock has slipped out and
the feeling of cum, fresh blood and Wyn's luv juice run down my ball sack
to the sheets.  It is going to be one hell of a mess.  Wyn finally stirs,
lifts her head, smiles and kisses me full on the lips with a good side dish
of tongue.

   "Daddy, that was awesome, once the pain is gone, it is wonderful."

   "You are wonderful."

   Then she senses the mess we made, the odor of sex is very prevalent. 
She moves upwards and looks between her legs, then moves off of me.  Her
pussy is coated with shades of virgin blood, my creamy cum and her juice
with a few red hairs mingled in the mess.  She is so beautiful.

   "Daddy, we made a real mess."

   Her hand is on my deflated stub caressing it attempting to bring it back
to life.

   "Before we do anything lets get cleaned up and change the sheets.  Now
you know way we needed the pads and tampons."

   Wyn giggles and runs to the bathroom, a pinkish stream of cream running
down both legs.  Grabbing the sheets, I toss them into the washer.  In the
bathroom, Wyn is waiting for me.

   "Daddy, let's shower together."

   One of the things I insisted on when having the cabin remodeled is as
large a shower as the space would allow, the contractor tried to talk me
out of it numerous times until I told him I would get contractor that would
do my bidding.  It is large enough for four people comfortably, but the
most have been two, me and my preteen friends, Wyn is the first teen.  She
turns on the water and is in my arms.  I would love to have her as a
daughter I never had.

   It is one of the longer showers I've experienced, as we carefully
cleaned each other.  Wyn's bruises have nearly vanished but her swollen
pussy looks ravished, using a stream of warm water, most of the residue of
our lovemaking is removed.  A thin stream of watered down virgin blood
still runs down one leg.  The outer lips are puffy, on my knees I lean
forward and softly kiss, her hands quickly on the back of my head pulling
me into her.  Then she returns the favor taking care of my cock and then
shocks me again when her finger finds my asshole.  I have to admit it did
feel a little kinky.

   She squatted before me, the head of my cock in her mouth sucking gently
to bring it back to life.  She does succeed.  In that position blood slowly
drips mixing with the water and swirling down the drain.

   After toweling each other down, I retrieve the pads and tampons.  She
looks at me and I remain.

   "I have to go pee."

   "Go then."

   "You want to watch me go pee?"

   "If you don't mind."

   "Daddy if you want to watch me do anything you can."

   The turn-on of watching her sit on the throne then spread her legs so I
get a good view of the action is breathtaking.  Slowly at first a small
stream of gold flows mixed with blood then the full stream, the odor of her
piss fill the area.  My cock is at full attention.  Quickly grabbing a
tissue, I look at her; she smiles and nods her head okay.  Gently, dabbing
her tender pussy, I dry the obvious dampness.

   "So what will it be, tampon or pad?"

   "Daddy, what would you like?"

   "The tampon, I can still see your beautiful pussy."

   Watching her prepare the tampon then insert it is an erotic function. 
Anything to do with what women have between their legs is erotic.  She
looks at me.

   "Now what?"

   "To bed, but first I have to go pee."

   Her eyes light up.

   "I want to help."

   "I am going to have to get on my knees; with this hardon we could be
doing the walls."

   On her knees beside me she grabs my tool forcing the tip into the bowl,
you have no idea how hard it is to start peeing with a hardon that a
beautiful young woman is holding but we succeed, first a dribble then a
steam that foams the water duly impressing Wyn.

   Now in bed with clean sheets, we talk about all kinds of things.  She
wants to get fucked again, but I suggest we wait till morning given her
pussy time to heal.  All the while we are talking she is caressing my tool,
several times my sighs of pleasure divert my attention from the
conversation.  Finally she slides her body so her face is at my tool, her
warm mouth now sucking.  In moments my hips are in motion fucking her
willing mouth then my ejaculations, strong and voluminous.  Looking down,
Wyn is licking her lips she moves upwards beside me, and kisses me.  The
taste of my own sperm is on her lips.

   "Don, I really meant it that I want you to be my daddy."

   "I will be for you as long as you need me, I will give you my e-mail
addy, and my job numbers, my cell number, home number, cabin number which
you cannot divulge to anyone, anything you need, anything you want to talk
about call collect anytime."

   "I don't want this to end but I will have to go home."

   "Hopefully, you can talk your mom into letting you come to see your Aunt
Mary often, if need be I would gladly drive down to pick you up."

   "Oh Daddy, that would be wonderful."

   Sleep comes easily for both of us, as we are totally exhausted.  Waking
with my new lover, my new adopted daughter cuddling into me is fulfilling.
This feeling of actually being wanted and loved has been out of my life too
long.  She awakens with my kiss, reaches down and feels my hardon.

   "I want you before breakfast."

   "I have to go pee."

   "Let's both go."

   In the bathroom she stands in front of me with a questioning look.  Not
knowing what she wants, I have a very dumb look.

   "You have to remove the tampon Daddy."

   On the throne, she opens her legs, the string hanging downwards; there
is a first time for everything: my wife had always used pads, grabbing the
fuse, I gently pull downwards little effort is required as the blob of
cotton coated with my daughter's virgin blood drops into the bowl.  With a
small grunt the golden stream breaks the waters surface.  It continues to
fascinate me.  With tissue at the ready, she signals me to wipe, the heat
of her pussy penetrates my hand.  She returns the favor and we return to
bed.

   "You on top this time, I want to see if I can hold your weight."

   She is awfully small to support my weight.  On her back, legs spread, I
am pleased to see nature has taken care of her and the swelling has all but
disappeared.  A beautiful whitish stream of juice is already flowing making
it easy for me to guide and slip into her.

   Using my elbows to support my weight, Wyn encircles my neck, kissing me
while powerfully thrusting upwards to meet me.  She then makes me move my
elbows to take the full weight of my body.  This girl is stronger than she
looks.  I can actually fell an upward movement as she lifts her hips. 
Obviously, I have forgotten her rock climbing.

   "Daddy, I love you."

   "Wyn, my darling daughter, I will love you till the end of time."

   With that she nearly strangles me as she enters the throes of a climax
as my seed spews deep into her.  Encircling her I roll onto my back with
Wyn on top and enjoy the feeling.

   **************** ********************* *****************

   Friday came all too quickly; unfortunately there is no way to stop time.
After a swim in the afternoon, we did what we have been doing since she
lost her cherry; we fuck and are enjoying the aftermath.

   "Aunt Mary will be home today."

   "True, I am expecting her call.  She is the only one that has my number;
no one else in the office knows I have a telephone here."

   "Have you been in bed with her?"

   "Lady's don't ask questions like that."

   "And who said I am a lady?"

   Covering her mouth with a passionate kiss, my hands trace over familiar
territory, each time giving my body a lift, how can one young teen make me
feel like she is new every time I touch her?  When my finger finds her
tight asshole she opens her eyes and smiles.

   "That is still to be taken, tonight?"

   "Are you sure?"

   "I want you to have it Daddy, I am very sure."

   ****************** ********************** ****************

   Over the week, Wyn has demonstrated she can cook, we made three trips to
the village to get some ingredient she needed for various dishes, between
swimming, sex and cooking not once did she ask to go rock climbing so
something good came out of our coupling.  I just didn't want her to be rock
climbing here without the safety devices.

   Just before dinner the telephone rang, that has got to be the third time
in all these years.  It is Mary.

   "Hi Don, how are you and my niece getting along?"

   "Well, she is still alive if that's what you mean?"

   Wyn is listening and gives me the finger and sticks her tongue out at
me.

   "Is she now a woman?"

   That I didn't expect.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You know what I mean, but I won't press it today."

   "How did you trip go?"

   "The firm is pleased; my expense account hit the roof and they didn't
complain one bit.  I guess you could say it was very successful."

   "Will you be talking to your sister?"

   "Actually that is the reason I called you to get an update, before I
call her, why?"

   "Well, I took it upon myself to buy Wyn a wardrobe some of it may be
considered a little risqué to some people."

   "Just as I thought, she is a woman and likely many times over knowing
you."

   "What is that supposed to mean?"

   "I know how much you like young girls and fortunately mature ones as
well, my self included."

   "Never mind the reminiscing, can you prepare your sister for Wyn's new
wardrobe."

   "That won't be a problem, the last time she was here was when your were
taking Alicia on her trips, she was fascinated when Alicia came home, the
way she presented herself, like a woman, and we both know she was don't
we."

   "Woman, can you keep on the subject at hand."

   "Okay, I will be a good girl, but at a price."

   "If I remember correctly it is you that owes me."

   "After a week with my niece you still can say that?"

   She had me; there is nothing in the world that would have had me miss
all my time with Wyn.  The problem is when we would see each other again.

   "Something to debate later, you will ensure that Wyn's concerns are
taken care of."

   "Yes, I promise."

   "Would you like to talk to Wyn?"

   "Yes, thank you."

   ***************** ******************** ******************

   "Hi Wyn, I understand you and Don have had a good time."

   "You wouldn't believe all the stuff he bought me, I hope mom won't be
angry, some of the lingerie is pretty wild.  I have everything I need for
school."

   "I am going to talk to your mom; she is a softy at heart."

   "Thank you."

   "Don is a very kind man as you know, he tries to present a hard front,
but as you found out he is a pussy cat."

   "I think he is great."

   "Me too, I will see you Sunday.  Just one more comment, aren't you glad
your mom put you on the pill?  Let me say goodbye to Don."

   ***************** ********************* *****************

   The look on Wyn's face is one of shock and bewilderment.  She hands me
the phone.

   "What did you say to Wyn?  She looks a fright."

   "Nothing much, I told her to continue enjoying your company as she has
been."

   "I bet there has to be more than that; I will see you Sunday night."

   "Okay, I will look forward to it."

   Hanging up, Wyn looks at me questionably.  Smiling, I turn and head for
the kitchen, out of sight out of mind.  It didn't work.

   "What was that all about?"

   "Well you heard, I asked Mary to call your mom and get everything ready
so when you came home with the wardrobe there will be no crazy questions.
What did she say to upset you?"

   There is a blush that just magnifies her beauty, my desire for her
triples.

   "She asked me if I was happy that mom put me on the pill."

   Now the shocked look is on my face, Mary is assuming we have been
intimate.

   "She is teasing you.  At least there should be no ripples about your new
wardrobe."

   "Oh there will be, because both aunty and mom have no idea how much is
involved."

   "Humm, did I fail to make that point?"

   "What else did Mary say?"

   "She had a good trip for the company and was happy to hear that you
enjoyed yourself."

   "From her comments it sounds like she expected we would be intimate."

   Thinking about it, Mary set me up, she knows my fondness of young ladies
Wyn's age, and her daughter is a prime example.  Wyn is looking at me with
a want in her eyes.  Then, like it is natural, we are in each others arms.
She looks at me.

   "Daddy, can we have dinner later?"

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "I want you to make love to me and my bottom, after talking to Aunt Mary
I feel so horny."

   The thought of taking Wyn's anal cherry has been on my mind since she
mentioned it earlier.  Considering the number of times that I have
carefully studied that beautiful orifice by sight, finger and tongue, I
have envisioned my cock sliding into its depths.

   In the loft we are both naked is seconds and on the bed in a lovers
embrace.  Her face is buried in the hair on my chest, my nose enjoying the
scent of her shampoo.  Then her body trembles with a sob.  Wyn is crying.

   "Why are you crying?"

   "I don't want this to end; I don't know when we will be able to get
together again.  We live so far away."

   Over the last week that is the same thought that crossed my mind several
times, in time Wyn like Alicia will find new interests more to her age
group, but in the meantime as long as she wants me I am available.  It is
not like I can call and ask for a date, her mom may think it is a bit odd.

   "I don't have an answer to that question; your mom might not be
receptive to an old man trying to date her beautiful teenage daughter."

   Looking up her tear filled eyes regains their sparkle and she giggles.
Raising her body upwards to plant one of her tasty nipples to me, her skin
has a unique enjoyable taste.  She pulls one out and presents me with the
other.  My hand is between her legs past her pussy rubbing her asshole. 
Her body pushes back.

   "Daddy, I am ready."

   Armed with the tube of KY Jelly, Wyn kisses the head of my cock, and
then licks off the precum before generously coating it.  Handing me the
tube she rolls onto her tummy and spreads her legs, reaches back spreading
her bum cheeks and exposing her beautiful anal opening.  The cool pink rim
contrasts with her light skin.  Using my finger, I force a gob of jelly
into her, and then coat the rim.  She is ready.

   "We are going to do this doggy fashion; can you get on your knees?"

   There before me is the last virgin opening, beckoning to become a thing
of the past.  The jelly makes everything so slippery.  The head of my cock
easily slips in, producing a gasp from Wyn.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes, it feels so different, like I have to go poo."

   From this angle I can't kiss her, my finger finds her clitoris and
massaging it gets a familiar groan.  Slowing the balance of my shaft is
introduced to the warm sleeve of her asshole.  Then my balls are hitting
her pussy.  We are in.

   "I feel so full, like it is stretching."

   "Well you are full of me."

   Slowly we start the movement, it feels so good, her orifice is so tight;
it feels like it is squeezing me.  Then I realize she is.  With me not
moving, a ripple effect can be felt on my cock.

   "What are you doing smarty?"

   "Can you feel that?  I am squeezing you and it feels so good."

   "That it does."

   My body is telling me that this can't last much longer.  As much as I
want to hold off there is a limit.  Massaging her clitoris brings her to
the brink and over four times.  Each time her anal muscles do their number
on my cock.

   "I can't hold off much longer."

   "Do it daddy."

   With that, my powerful surges of molten hot cum shot into my young
lover. She is pushing her bum hard against me; the tip of my cock is as
deep as possible.  A feeling of relief floods over my body.

   "I can feel every squirt, it is really warm.  I glad we did this daddy."

   "It was fantastic for me as well.  I have to lie down."

   Grasping her body, I slowly roll to the left holding her to me so we
don't break contact.  My shaft is slowly shrinking, but I want the feeling
to last.  Wyn twists in such a way we can kiss, hell it has to be
uncomfortable.  After slipping out, we hug.

   "That was nice Daddy; I certainly hope we can do it again before I
leave."

   "I don't know how to thank you.  You are the daughter I have often
dreamed of."

   "You wanted to fuck your own daughter?"

   "If she was as smart and as beautiful as you, it would have taken tons
of willpower not to love her like this."

   "I would want to you to love me."

   We just lay still and enjoyed the moment.  My thoughts are of loosing a
wonderful companion as well as a lover.  I am racking my mind for a
solution.  Wyn breaks my concentration.

   "We should shower and have dinner then we can come back to bed."

   Leaning to her we kiss.  My cock is coated with jelly all wrinkled but
the thought of more bed time with Wyn has it coming to life.  A river of
cum is running out of Wyn's still open asshole, now that is an erotic
sight. Her rim will no longer be smooth but will show a few stretch marks.

   In the shower I make a point of having her lean over spreading her
cheeks and gently clean that beautiful hole using the hand shower to flush
out the remains of our earlier efforts.  The water seems to quicken the
shrinking process.  Done, I lean over and kiss that jewel, not once but
three times.  The rest of her body gets the same gentle treatment other
than her clitoris which is sucked till she screams for me to stop.  She is
panting with exertion.

   "That is not fair, I said after we eat.  Look, you have my legs shaking
like leaves."

   After drying she dons a sheer robe, giving me a clear view of her while
preparing dinner.  She smells so good.  Preparation, eating and cleaning up
is done in record time.  Then we are back in the loft.  There is no rush in
our love making, prior to going to sleep, my mind is still trying to answer
the question of how this can continue.

   During breakfast, Wyn spirits are high, she is still dripping after our
morning romp, and the smell of sperm occasionally drifts through.  She
looks radiant.

   The balance of the weekend is more than memorable, is there some way to
make time stand still?  We actually had to force ourselves to go swimming
as the desire to be close as much as possible consumes our every move, in
the water we don't swim but feel and finger each other.  If we aren't in
the loft, we cuddle under a blanket watching television even though it is
beautiful outside.  The evenings are spent on the deck watching the sun go
down, my hands always roaming over her lush body.  Every time we moved her
hand is on my cock pulling it to the next location.  Late Sunday after a
memorable day we are sitting at the table staring at each other.  This is
it.  No solution has come forward.  Wyn is crying.  Shit, if I wasn't so
bull headed I would be too.  Twice we hugged and comforted each other.  It
took us forever to finish the meal.  Just as we are starting to clear up
the table the telephone rings.  Now this is a surprise, it is likely a
telephone solicitor dialing continuous numbers.

   "Hello."

   "Hi Don, can I speak to Wyn?"

   Dumbfounded, I hand the telephone to Wyn.

   "Hello."

   "Oh hi mom, how are you?  When did you get back?"

   "So Sherry and Kristi are back?"

   "Tell them I miss them too."

   "What did you say?"

   "We are moving to Abbotsville!"

   "Okay mom I will see you tonight."

   Wyn hangs up then is in my arms.  Tears are flowing like a stream but
they are tears of joy.

   "What is going on?"

   "We are moving to Abbotsville, mom got a transfer with the company.  She
always wanted to live closer to Mary as they have always been close.  She
never told us she applied because she didn't think we would be too happy
leaving our friends.  We move at the end of the month just before school.
You can see me anytime now.  Oh, Daddy that makes me so happy."

   What a few words can do to change everything?  Wyn is moving to
Abbotsville which will make meeting much less of a challenge.  With so many
possibilities it solves a lot of problems.

   "That is good news."

   "Yes it is Daddy; I would have died if I couldn't see you again."

   We are in an embrace, the urge to carry her to the loft is great but we
have to leave to be in Abbotsville at a decent time.  Finally with the
Yukon loaded, I make my final checks of the cottage and outbuildings before
locking up and securing the outdoor lighting.  This is the time I always
hate; going back to the rat race, but the thought of being able to see Wyn
puts a bright side to it.  The journey back is uneventful; actually Wyn is
so exhausted she sleeps most of the trip.  My mind keeps trying to make me
aware of something, something gnawing at me, and for the life of me, I
can't think of what it is.  As the skylights of Abbotsville come into view,
she awakes.

   "Have a good sleep?"

   She looks at me, then tries to come to me but the seat restraints kibosh
that.  She stretches pushing her chest out, her breast although small, push
out as well.  She is so beautiful.

   "We are just about home; your mom will be waiting."

   To me it is bittersweet, bitter because I will be sleeping alone tonight
after a week with Wyn, sweet knowing she won't be lost to me.

   "Yes she and my sisters, I can't wait to see them.  They were at camp
for two weeks."

   "Sisters, what sisters?"

   That is what has been gnawing at me, the two names Wyn mentioned when
talking to her mom, Kristi and Sherry.  That sinister smile of hers reminds
me of the first two days of our relationship as she taunted me at every
opportunity.  She is a witch but she is my witch.

   "Oh, didn't I mention I had sisters?  Kristi is eleven and Sherry is
twelve.  We all look alike; the only difference is our eyes.  They will be
crazy about you; I bet they will want you for their daddy as well.  You
will like them and I can guarantee they will love you like I do."

   Now the look on my face has to be priceless.





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