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 Part one of Mark & Becky Please use your imagination, as I am using mine.
No electrons were harmed to date in the production of this story.  Story
codes M/g, anal, cons, n/c, oral, bond, orphan

   This is part one of my first story.  Action follows in part two.



   "What a rotten night to be out" I thought to myself as I glanced through
the front window of my living room.  The weather here in Calgary was
typical October- cool, windy, and gusting rain.  I sank a bit lower In my
favourite armchair, angled to the fireplace, and raised my tumbler of good
scotch for another sip.  Just out of my vision, I caught a quick glimpse of
movement on my front porch- whether man or beast, I didn't know- and wished
I could just dismiss it and get back to my novel.  But there's a part of
our brain, a primitive one, that makes us uneasy if we sense a strange
presence just outside our home...and I was as sensitive to a potential
intruder as anyone else.  About 5 years ago, my home had been invaded by
thugs.  My wife Heather had been alone at the time, and they killed her out
of hand for the few thousand they could rustle for their next fix.  I had
not remarried, preferring to stay alone and savour the good memories our
years here had given me.  When I saw the mere shadow near the front door, I
grabbed the fireplace poker and stepped quickly to the vestibule, resting
my hand on the doorknob- I was determined I would not be surprised by some
lowlife druggie.  I shifted the curtain over the glass in the door, and
searched the porch for any sign of something amiss.  There!  Beside the
stone pillar!  But it wasn't what I had expected- it was small, human, and
judging by the mass of red curls, a very young girl.  What the hell was she
doing there?  I watched her shiver, as the rain had turned her thin dress
almost transparent and she had neither coat nor hat, a sure sign that
something had made her fear for her own safety.  But why did she pick my
house, out of all the others on the street?  As I watched, she seemed to
sense my presence, and turned slowly to stare at my face behind the window.
" Please, can I come in?" Her eyes held the question, and I couldn't look
away.  I opened the door to her, and she scurried inside, then turned again
to face me.  "I saw the "Block Parent" sign in your window, and I
remembered my mommy said if I ever had trouble I could go to a "Block
Parent" house".  I stood there like a stunned ox, then vaguely remembered
Heather telling me some years ago that she had enrolled in that program. 
After she was gone, I never thought to remove the sign- and here was the
proof that at least one little angel felt I could help.  I closed the door,
then squatted down to meet my newest friend.  "I'm Mark, sweetie- what's
your name?" "Becky" she replied.  " I'm 6, and next year I can go to grade
one".  "Well hello, Becky- I'm sure happy to meet you.  Come on in, and
we'll get you warmed up".  I wrapped my arms around her and stood up, then
freed a hand to grab a blanket off the couch as we headed for my armchair.
I sat in the old leather, cradling her to me, working the blanket around
her as she squirmed to seat herself on my lap.  "Just relax a bit, Becky,
and we'll have you feeling better in no time".  I held her to me, rubbing
her narrow shoulders, then down her back before heading north again.  She
was still trembling, shivering from the effects of the miserable wet
evening she had just left.  "You're soaked through, Becky- we really need
to dry you off before we can warm you up properly.  Can you help me take
off your dress?" "Ok Mr.  Mark".  She wasn't in the least self-conscious,
raising her arms so I could slip the sodden garment over her head, then
relaxing back against me, her mass of red curls spread on my shoulder. 
"Panties and socks too?" I curled her socks off her slender ankles, then
threw them to the hearth with her dress.  She lifted her little bum to help
me slide the soaked panties down her slender legs, now gloriously naked and
pressed as tight as she could be to my body.  "I'm going to rub you a bit,
Becky, just to help you warm up a bit", and my hands roamed her body from
her toes to her nose, stroking and rubbing and even gently pinching a bit,
lightly exploring all her girly bits without so much as a peep from my
little guest.  "Let's try something else to help you warm up, shall we?" I
quickly unbuttoned my flannel shirt, then pulled her back to my chest, skin
on skin, cold to warm, and resumed my shameless stroking of her splendid
six- year old body.  "Wow, Becky, you sure are cold right through" I
murmured in her ear, growing more aroused by the minute as I played freely
with her, unable to get enough of her perfect skin, my penis now
uncomfortably hard under her bum.  "I think I have to warm you up from the
inside, Becky- just hang on for a second..." I quickly unbuckled my belt,
unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, then pushed them to my knees, holding her
off my body until I could settle back.  My cock was now free, and it lay on
her left flank, clear liquid flowing freely from the slit.  I pulled her
higher on my chest, then held my penis near the head, and gently rubbed it
the length of her bum-crack, greasing and smoothing the way, pushing a bit
deeper until I felt the clenched knot of her anus kiss the tip of my
erection, the feeling unlike any other.  Little Becky had no idea, I
supposed, of what lay in store for her at my hands.  "Are you going to put
your thing in my bum?  My daddy used to do it 'cause it made him feel
really good.  I liked it a little but sometimes he went too deep and it
really hurtled".  Well, that was likely to happen this time too...but I
wouldn't be stopping or slowing down until I was completely buried, 12"
into the little girl's colon.  Although quite long, my prick is fairly
narrow until it flares at the base, and never gets as rigid as a steel bar-
instead remaining flexible, able to ease through corners and bends without
doing damage.  "Yes, sweetie, I need to put my thing in your bum to warm
you up from the inside, so we both feel really good.  Let me get the end of
it in your bum, and you will start to warm up right away".  Telling her a
lie was the least of my transgressions, but I was certainly planning on
making myself feel good.  Her little sphincter pooched out, as she must
have been taught by her daddy, and I eased the head of my prick plus
another 3 " into her rectum, enough to reach the turn to her descending
colon.  My goal was much deeper than that, the turn into the transverse
colon.  "This may be uncomfortable, Becky, but I have to get you all warm
inside".  Without further comment, I shoved another 3" home, straightening
her bowel, and lining up a clear run to my ultimate objective.  Becky
whined and mewled and squirmed on my cock as I penetrated farther and
farther north, until five delicious minutes later she was fully impaled,
cramping and crying and resembling nothing more or less than a worm on a
barbed hook.