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A Girl Named Sam
by Aquarius (address withheld)
***
A young girl running away from home meets a stranger on
the road who treats her like a woman not some object to
use and throw away. (Mf, ped, 1st, rom)
***
Retirement from the Army for Mike Schaffer was good.
He'd reached the end of his time, twenty some years, and
left graciously. Forget the fancy parades he'd had his
fill of parades hated them. Now, after a short period
of learning what civilians do for a living, he landed
what could be the best job of all with Benson & Black &
Associates Consulting.
Mike landed the job and figured out what the firm wanted
him to do for them and their customers he learned real
quick, he'd be doing a lot of traveling a lot more
than when he did in the Army. On the road at least
thirty days, check in at the office at least twice
during that time, get his marching orders, and above all
else: "Make the customer feel happy they're doing
business with us." He went to the local friendly RV
dealer and made the sales guy real happy he bought a
35 foot RV rig, then went to a trailer dealer and bought
a trailer to tow his Jeep Cherokee on.
By this time he'd been with the firm over a month and a
half and was on the road again; third time and on his
own. The first couple times Mike had someone one of
the company veterans with him to assure he didn't screw
up a contract. It was on the second trip that he had a
fox by the name of Sandy with him. By the third day out
he'd screwed her twice.
Now Mike could go on to the next project and Benson &
Black's contract officer could come in to handle the
rest of the program without him.
Mike was wheeling the RV with the Jeep on the trailer
west down highway 76 when he decided he needed a rest
stop. He pulled in to the rest stop parking the rig
under a canopy of trees. Looking around for a moment he
noticed there was no one there but him. "Great," he
sighed, "peace and quiet for a bit." Opening the door,
he stepped down from the RV and stopped. Seated at a
table with her back to the highway and the parking area
was a young girl. He looked around again: No car, no
other RV, no one but the girl all by herself.
Mike watched for a moment seeing she was sitting with
her head down. Clearing his throat he walked toward her,
then asked: "You okay, miss?"
The girl looked up startled. She looked at Mike a second
then nodded her head. "Um, yeah."
"Just noticed you're all by yourself."
The girl nodded her head again. She started to gather
her bag and jacket up and leave.
Mike quickly told her: "By the way, I stopped so I could
have some lunch looks like you could use something
before going on." The girl stopped looking toward the
highway. He asked: "Want a sandwich and a drink before
heading out?"
The girl shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. Thanks." She set
her bag and jacket on the table and sat down again.
Mike stepped back inside to make the sandwiches. He
looked out at her. He was puzzled why a young girl was
out here alone on the highway. She couldn't have been
more than fourteen; long dark hair, fair complexion, not
short, not tall maybe five six or seven. Nice small
full firm young breasts under a tight fitting T-shirt;
tight fitting jeans that showed off her slender waspish
waist and hips. "Damned nice looking kid. Wonder what
she's doing out here alone? But something seems to say:
runaway." Then he called to her: "Ham and cheese on
rye?"
"Yeah, thanks," she called not looking toward the RV but
toward the highway.
When Mike stepped out with the sandwiches on paper
plates the girl avoided looking at him. Sitting opposite
her he ate his sandwich in silence for a moment then
asked: "Got far to go?" She nodded her head. He said:
"I'm going west Huntington -- business."
Finally the girl looked up at him. "Um, that's where I
am going."
"Great. Want a lift? Even driving it's still a day and a
half better than um, walking or hitch hiking. Safer."
The girl was silent, considering Mike's offer. She knew
she didn't have much of a choice. After giving the offer
some thought she accepted.
Mike finally introduced himself then she said: "Sam
Samantha Riley."
Samantha lifted her green eyes to Mike. He wasn't sure
what it was in those eyes but he felt himself being
drawn in to her. Samantha lowered her eyes concealing
any inner thoughts; afraid she would reveal something to
Mike she wanted to keep private.
Samantha took in Mike in a quick sweep of her eyes:
Tall, slender, athletic build, dark hair cut short
almost a military cut; dark eyes blue. She glanced up
once more at the RV and the Jeep on the trailer. Alone.
No one else with him, wonder why, she mused. Mike
offered her a ride to Huntington.
Accepting a ride from Mike would be quicker than
walking, she had to admit. The last two rides she
accepted at least the one guy was courteous; the other
wanted to find a back road where he could rape her. She
managed to get out while she had the chance. She had
lived a sheltered life until now; now she was on her own
having finally had enough of living with her mother
and her newest beau who was more domineering than a
prison guard although he had never touched her or
tried to get her in to a position where he could have
had his way with her, she was still uncomfortable with
him.
She was quiet for a moment until Mike stood up from the
bench to announce it was time get back on the road. She
got in to the RV placed her bag and jacket where she
could grab them and run if she had to. The girl seemed
scared and unsure of herself. She was still a neophyte
at living on the run, but she had learned fast. Mike did
not miss this. He set the passenger seat for her then
climbed in to the driver's seat.
"Like driving a duce and a half," he chuckled starting
the engine.
"A duce and a half?" She repeated meeting Mike's slight
smile at his own humor.
Mike explained to her what it was and telling her a bit
about himself. He flicked a glance toward her noticing
she was starting to relax.
"Samantha..."
"Sam is fine. My friends call me Sam..."
"Sam -- going to Huntington, got friends or family
there?" he asked.
"Father."
The RV sped down the highway the two talking, Sam
finally accepting Mike as she talked a bit about her
home life and what it was like living with a step-father
who was domineering but had not attempted to do anything
with her as had happened to a couple of her friends at
school.
It was toward evening before they reached a truck stop
outside a major town. "How about some real food?" He
gestured toward the restaurant. "Need to fill this
monster up anyway and do some work. Okay?"
"Sure."
Mike moved the RV to the fuel island first. Samantha got
out with him to watch and help with the fueling and wash
the dead bugs from the windows and check the tires. Once
the refueling was done he moved the rig to the station
where RV and campers could be cleaned out. He finally
moved the rig on line with several Semis.
"Supper?"
"Thank you."
Mike had to admit she was polite enough. They walked in
to the restaurant which was busy with early supper
diners, the wait staff bustling between tables with
trays of food and plates. He gestured to a table being
vacated by a couple.
As they waited to be served and during the meal Mike
soon learned what he already suspected earlier during
the drive: Sam was a runaway but from a domestic
situation she disliked and wanted to live with her
father whom lived in Huntington.
Sam excused herself to use the ladies room. She left her
jacket and bag at the table. Mike was ready to make a
bet she'd "sky up" as it were the first chance she got.
She returned shortly and they returned to the RV. Mike
checked the RV over one last time.
"According to the map there's an RV park not far up the
highway, we'll stay there tonight."
"Some sleep..." Sam muttered. "I don't think I've slept
a full eight hours since..."
She stopped to regard Mike a moment.
"Since you left home," he finished for her.
"Yeah." Sam dropped her eyes to the ground then shyly
lifted them to regard Mike. Then she said in a faint
tone: "Maybe I should continue on my own."
Mike held the door open waiting for her to get in.
"Why?"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe better that way?"
Mike merely shook his head. "I suppose but you said
yourself you haven't had a decent night's sleep in the
past twelve hours. Come on at least get some sleep. And
besides, Huntington's still another four hours west of
here."
Sam nodded her head in silent consent. She wearily
climbed aboard the RV Mike gesturing to a single berth
bunk near the back of the rig. Sam allowed a faint smile
and walked back to the bunk. Dropping on to the bunk she
waited until Mike was seated in the driver's seat, the
engine started and the RV moving through the truck stop
before finally undressing to her bra and panty.
She pulled the curtains closed and slipped under the
covers, the sound of the RV's tires lulling her into a
slumber, thinking of her father and living with him, her
hand slipping between her legs massaging her childhood
until she felt the familiar tingling and seeping of her
juices, she let a moan and sigh as her virgin juices
surged on to her panty. Cautiously she slipped the wet
panty off lying back with only the T-shirt on. Soon she
was sound asleep.
The girl did not realize how soundly she slept
throughout the night until the aromatic scent of brewing
coffee awoke her. She sat up with a start. Looking
around she realized the RV was stopped.
Grabbing a clean pair of panties from her carry-all bag
she slipped them on then looked out the curtain to look
around.
"Where are we? Where am I?" She asked in a panic.
Climbing out of the bunk forgetting she wore only the
thin T-shirt and panty, she rushed to the front of the
RV. Looking out the curtained cab windows she saw the RV
was in an RV park. But it was still dark, only the dull
yellow glow of the street lights light a street that ran
the length of the park, RV's and campers were parked in
neat rows. No one else seemed to be stirring in the
park; it was silent except for the sound of traffic on
the nearby highway. The side door was open letting in
the cool early morning breeze; Mike was seated outside
on a lawn chair drinking coffee.
Mike looked back hearing her faint footsteps on the
extended steps. He nearly did a double take seeing the
girl in only the thin T-shirt and panty. "Um, I'd be
careful stepping outside like that, Sam especially
here."
The girl gasped forgetting where she was for the moment.
She ducked back inside. Mike called from the open door:
"Oh, by the way, the hot water tank is full if you want
to take a shower."
Sam quickly climbed back in to the bunk pulling the
curtain closed. "Yeah, thanks. I suppose I should. By
the way, Mike where are we?"
She listened as Mike stepped back inside to pour himself
another cup of coffee. He replied:
"About thirty minutes or so outside Millersburg, or
three and a half hours from Huntington. Oh by the way,
it's five a.m."
She listened as Mike stepped back outside.
Sam sat on the bunk a moment wondering what she would
tell her father when she finally showed up on his door
step. It had been nearly a year since she last saw him.
Despite the court order, his work prevented him from the
usual every other weekend visit. She had no real idea
what he did except he too traveled a lot.
Opening the curtain she looked around to find a light
switch.
Mike listened as the girl stirred around inside. He
recalled when he pulled in to the park the girl was dead
to the world. He parked the RV and hooked up to the
service stand and then went to sleep himself it was
only seven when he pulled in to the park but he was too
tired from the drive to care. When he awoke at 4:30 he
peeked in on Sam; she was still sound asleep.
God, what an angel.
Quietly he started the coffee and stepped outside to
enjoy the silence of the early morning. An occasional
car or semi passed on the highway, otherwise it was
still, not even crickets chirped at that hour. He took a
lawn chair from the storage compartment and sat in the
dark until the coffee was ready.
He stepped inside to pour himself a cup of coffee then
returned to the lawn chair to sit and think about the
appointment for tomorrow at Huntington. However, Sam
crept back in to his mind. A young girl no more than
fourteen, on the run from home, and she was riding with
him; what luck. He hoped she could find her father, and
that would be that. So he hoped. The next thought he had
was if the mother had reported the girl missing? But, no
one knew, at least at this point she was riding in an
RV. All they presumed was she was on foot and probably
hitchhiking.
It was nearly five when Sam stirred and then in a panic
wondered where she was. When Mike told her they were
still three hours from Huntington she was not certain
whether to feel relieved or apprehensive that she was
close to seeing her father again. She showered and
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She was ready by the
time Mike packed the chair away and disconnected from
the service pad.
"Breakfast?" he asked as he started the engine.
Sam nodded yes.
Mike and Samantha ate at the nearby truck stop, Sam
watched with disbelief as Mike put away a stack of
pancakes, steak and eggs (three sunny side up) a half
pitcher of black coffee.
Pointing to the cup of steaming coffee, he said: "Burnt
thirty weight engine oil drained room an M60A3's 645
Detroit diesel."
Samantha merely nodded. Then she pointed to her glass of
orange juice: "Peeled orange in a glass."
They exchanged smiles.
Samantha rode in the passenger seat watching as the
countryside slide by the RV as Mike silently considered
his next appointment. He already had the "heads up" from
his partner Sandy this was going to be a tough bunch to
deal with. The prospective firm had had two bad
experiences with similar firms and was prepared to make
some rather outrageous demands to offset the problems
incurred from the other two companies.
"We're almost there, Mike," said Samantha getting his
attention pointing to a road sign.
Mike noticed the sign to Huntington as they passed it.
"Another fifteen minutes. Anxious?"
Samantha nodded her head. "What do I say?"
"To your Father?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you're glad to see him for a start."
Mike found an RV park to park the RV and Cherokee for
the next couple days. It was one in the afternoon when
they parked. Mike wouldn't be meeting with the clients
until nine the next morning so he had some time to
prepare. He unloaded the Cherokee to drive Samantha to
her father's house; however he let her off a block from
the house and drove back to the park.
Sam drew in a deep apprehensive breath watching Mike
pull away and drive down the street. Looking around at
the other houses on the block, she hoped her father was
home from work or worse, was not traveling again.
Shoring up her resolve she walked along the street,
turned a corner and walked along another street until
she stopped in front of the house.
Taking another breath, Sam walked up to the front door
and stopped. Looking at the windows that the last time
she was here, a year ago the windows had curtains and
blinds over them; now were barren. Hesitantly she
pressed the doorbell button. She waited. No answer. She
pressed the doorbell button two more times. Nothing, no
one answered the door. The house was empty. Samantha
wept.
It was late afternoon Mike sat outside the RV relaxing
with a can of beer and the paperwork for the
presentation and slides on his laptop when he looked up
to see Samantha walking across the park toward him
crying.
"Sam!" Mike called standing up nearly dumping the
paperwork on the ground.
Samantha started to run toward him, tears streaming down
her face. "Mike...!"
People sitting outside their RV and campers watched with
disinterest as the girl ran toward Mike without thinking
threw herself into Mike's arms.
"What happened?" he asked holding her.
"Gone," she sobbed dropping her bag and jacket to the
ground. "Gone. No one knows where he went..."
Mike sat her down on the lawn chair kneeling beside her
to comfort her as best he could.
"What about the house?" he asked concerned, thinking
maybe her father might have been out or on a trip.
"Empty." Samantha sat with her face in her hands sobbing
as Mike sat back wondering now what to do.
"And no forwarding address, nothing," he repeated just
to be certain he understood the girl correctly.
Samantha nodded her head. Looking up at Mike, she said:
"I I don't want to go home. I don't care. I just want
my father."
Mike nodded his head in understanding. "Okay, nothing we
can do now, too late in the day. We can check with the
post office and whoever else tomorrow after I get done
with my meeting. Okay? Deal?"
Sam nodded her head again still crying, feeling
abandoned. She knew that Mike was her only hope and
anchor in finding her father. Mike, on the other hand
felt uneasy now. He hoped that her mother wasn't looking
for her yet. Having a young girl traveling with him in
his RV was tantamount to suicide, especially for any
career hopes. All it would take is some nosey person to
screw it all up for him and the rest would be an expose'
on the tomorrow's news.
"Let's eat."
Samantha followed him inside. Mike began selecting what
they would have for supper, unseen outside the weather
had become over cast and cooler. By the time they
settled down for the evening it had started raining the
wind picked up in gusts the rain pounding against the
side of the RV.
Mike spent the evening as they watched television
struggling with a hardon. He found himself with a young
girl he had not counted on. Now, his mind was
preoccupied with what he was going to do with her if it
proved that he could not help her find her father.
The evening wore on and finally he decided it was time
for bed and tomorrow would be a long enough day. Outside
it was still raining; however, it was later that several
rapid flashes of lightening followed by sharp cracks of
thunder Mike heard Samantha's rapid footsteps coming
down the narrow hall toward him.
"Mike Mike, I'm scared!" She said, Mike hearing the
fear in the girl's voice. "Please."
The door to the master berth slid open. Mike sat up to
see the silhouette of the girl standing in the open
door. Suddenly before Mike could react to the scared
girl she jumped on to the bed and crawled over the top
of him.
"Um, Sam..."
Samantha slipped under the covers. "I-I'm scared. Let me
sleep with you please?"
Mike's malehood was suddenly erect and hard as a steel
spike. He wasn't sure if the girl was really scared or
not. He could feel her young body lying beside him
shivering. Sam huddled close to Mike, her body pressing
against him seeking comfort and assurance. Reluctantly
Mike slipped an arm about her to hold her. After a
moment Samantha seemed to have calmed down. He thought
about the situation for a moment then asked:
"Sam, can I ask a seriously personal question?"
After a moment she said: "I suppose. Why?"
"Um, let's just say for my own peace of mind here."
"Sure."
"Did you ever sleep with your father when you stayed
with him?"
There was a length of silence punctuated by the rain and
occasional thunder.
"Yeah."
"Okay now?"
"Yeah." There was a rustling of the covers as Sam
turned, she said: "No one has ever known. You're the
only one I have told that to. Daddy always warned me
never to tell a soul."
Mike looked over at her dark figure lying beside him. He
asked: "Did your father ever tell you why you shouldn't
tell anyone?"
There was a pause then she replied: "Nosey people could
make trouble for us, especially him." Then Sam said in a
rush of words: "No one will ever know. I don't know what
to do now, Mike."
Sam hugged up to him tighter, putting her arms about
him, her small full firm breasts pressed against his
side. Another peal of lightning and thunder rolled off
the nearby hills. Sam stiffened as if in fright at the
sound of the thunder. Her fear of thunder storms made
Mike wonder what had happened in her childhood that
would make her so scared. Mike suffered through the
night with a hard-on as Samantha finally fell asleep in
his arms. It was nearly an hour later that he fell
asleep still with a steel hard hard-on dreading the next
day.
Mike was not his sharpest at the first meeting the next
day. His mind was on Samantha. He had left her at the RV
Park when he left for the meeting. She was contented to
wait for him there and then he would drive her back in
to town to see if there was someone who may have known
where her father had gone and why he left Huntington. He
had lunch with the executive staff of the company then
the last meeting which would lead in to Sandy and her
team coming on site for the next phase. Despite his
preoccupation the meetings went smooth enough and the
people seemed to like what the company had to offer.
Arriving back at the park late afternoon Mike found the
RV locked but just as he was about to unlock the door,
the lock clicked inside. Sam peered out with a big
smile.
"Sorry, just after you left I locked the doors."
"Good, good idea." He stepped inside tossing the jacket
onto the dining chair. "Ready to go?"
Silly question, it looked as if she were ready to go for
the last hour.
"Ready," she replied, however the manner in which she
said 'ready' made Mike wonder for a moment if she was
not as confident of finding her father as she was the
day before.
Mike opened the door for her they stepped out and he
secured the RV and they returned to town, first stop was
the post office.
The postal clerk played with the key board on the desk
top computer checking the data base of local and rural
addresses. Mike wrote the name and address on a file
card and gave it to the clerk.
The clerk adjusted his glasses as he peered down his
nose at the display screen. "Hmmm, Nope. Sorry. William
S. Riley 2180 North Sheridan Lane nope. There's a
stack of mail here that's been undeliverable for the
past month though. We're about ready to return it to the
senders."
Samantha felt tears trickle down her face again as she
listened to Mike and the postal clerk discuss the fact
her father had not left a forwarding address before
leaving.
"Nope? Um, what do you do with the mail that can't be
delivered?" Mike asked, leaning heavily on the counter.
The clerk straightened his glasses, then replied: "Well
the first class is returned to sender per postal
regulations within first five working days and all
other, which is considered junk fourth class... is
eighty-six'ed out the back door."
"Okay, let me ask you this then: Who else other than you
folks or the police might have a clue as to where she
can find her father." Mike inclined his head toward
Samantha.
The clerk shifted a quizzical glance toward the girl.
Looking back at Mike, he said matter of factly: "I take
it you're not a PI or some such person?"
Samantha allowed a shadow of a smile at the clerk's
query. Mike merely shook his head in reply. "Um, no."
"Oh well, then find out where he worked and maybe his
favorite hangout was."
"Good idea."
Mike and Sam finally near the end of the day found out
where Riley worked; a sheet metal company that produced
custom parts and the duct work for the HVAC industry.
The owner looked the girl over a moment, then said: "So
you're Bill's kid, huh? Yeah, he mentioned you a couple
times." He shifted his attention back to Mike. Inclining
his head toward an empty office he led Mike into the
office. Glancing back out the glass door at Sam, he said
quietly: "Seems his ex-old lady dropped the hammer on
him. She wanted more child support and filed papers to
have the extra amount garnished from his wages. Damned
shame. He was first field supervisor. Been with us for
nearly twelve years. Always had the trust of the
customer even in the worse situations."
Suddenly it made sense. To escape from the burdensome
child support and the other problems the guy sky's up
for who knows where; Mike asked: "Any idea where?"
"One of the guys here suggested the Amarillo area of
Texas. Some big ranches that pay under the table and the
cotton farms; they're always hiring down there."
Mike nodded. "Thanks. Now all I have to do is figure out
how to explain all this to her."
"Good luck,"
Mike and Sam walked out to the Jeep in silence. Finally
he said: "Let's stop and get some groceries for the next
couple days. We'll be camped out here until at least
until Thursday."
"My father? Did he know where he went?"
Mike was silent as he held the door for Sam. To keep the
girl's trust he had to be honest with her. Leaning on
the open door he looked down at Sam's apprehensive
expression. Mike drawing in a breath said: "Just
guessing, Sam. No one knows for sure but the owner
thinks your father left for the Texas Panhandle
Amarillo area."
Sam considered the answer a moment then said: "What's
down there?"
Smiling Mike said: "Lots, lots of places someone can
hide out, work, and literally blend in with the scenery.
I'm not joking, I'm serious, I've been down there a few
times myself when I was in the Army at Fort Hood just
ranches and the Army is all."
Closing the door he crossed to the driver's side to get
in. Starting the engine and turning the Jeep around he
pulled out of the parking lot on to the street remaining
silent for a moment.
Sam stared out the window then asked, the word spoken
softly: "Why? Why did he leave and not let me know?"
Mike swallowed hard. He explained in as simple terms as
he could for the girl what her mother had done.
Sam began sobbing again. "Why why?"
At a traffic light Mike reached over to take her hand.
"Hard to say, Sam. There's nothing that can be done for
now. Not saying it can't be done later. It'll just take
time to sort out."
Samantha nodded her head. "Thank you, Mike."
Mike stopped at the grocery store to buy provisions for
the rest of the week he would be on the road; wondering
what to do with Sam. For the time being people seemed to
consider them father and daughter. But he was still
apprehensive of the situation.
When they returned to the RV, Mike set up his laptop to
check the internet sites and local newspapers that
published on line news and bulletins. Sam stood beside
him watching as he surfed the net and various websites
where bulletins for missing persons would be posted
within twenty-four hours of their being reported
missing.
"Checking to see if your Mom has filed for missing child
yet," he said in answer to Sam's unspoken question.
She was standing beside him, she firmly said: "I'm not
going home, Mike. Not until I can find my father."
Mike sat back on the bench seat to regard the girl a
moment. "And even if the police or some social worker
takes you home?"
"I'll just run away again. No one can stop me."
The girl was firm in her stance. Mike reached out to
take her hand. "Just be careful, Sam. That's all I ask.
You're young and vulnerable to people who look for girls
like you."
He reached out to put an arm about her waist holding the
girl. Sam seemed to collapse as she cried leaning on
Mike's shoulder holding on to him as she cried.
"I want my father..."
"Hang in there, Sam," he said softly, "this isn't
something that can be done in a couple days. It'll take
time. Work with me on this, okay?"
Sam sniffled as she nodded her head in understanding.
"I'll make us supper tonight. Okay?"
Mike returned the girl's smile. "Great. The steaks?"
They both attempted to be upbeat as they ate supper and
talked, Mike telling Sam stories of his days in the Army
and now, his new job as a civilian. The stories brought
smiles and occasional laugh from the girl.
Later Samantha lay in bed remembering the weekend visits
she had with her father and sleeping with him and the
good times they had together. She slipped her hand
between her legs to feel her swollen virgin clit that
only her father had touched and molested bringing her to
heavenly orgasms. Now, because of her mother and her
greed for money, she may have lost him forever.
Samantha rubbed herself until she felt the first seeping
of her childhood juices. She did not know what to do at
the moment. Mike lay alone so near yet so farher
father and her knew how to please each other: she
learned what he liked to have her do to him. Her young
mind came back to the present and Mike. She knew now she
would never be able to find her father, especially if as
Mike told he was in Texas.
The girl felt abandoned now as she pined for her father.
She remembered the last time they were together and what
he did to make her feel good and what she did to him.
She felt that urge to want someone, she knew Mike was
being good to her and not forcing her in to anything she
didn't want but she wanted it now.
Mike laid awake in the master berth trying to have a wet
dream about Sandy and how he'd like to fuck her again.
However, Samantha's image kept slipping back in to his
imagination and the feeling of the young girl lying
beside him last night during the storm. Suddenly Mike
was jarred out of his reverie when the door slid open.
He looked back to see Sam's silhouette in the pale light
of the street lights and moon.
Before Mike could say anything she climbed over him and
slid under the covers to lie beside him.
"I need you tonight, Mike. Please don't say no."
"You miss your father. I just wish there was more that I
could do to help..."
Sam hugged closer to Mike; her full firm young breasts
pressed against his side gave him an even more acute
hard-on.
"Make love to me, Mike." She pleaded, "I need you."
Mike suddenly felt a chill slid down his spine as if a
bucket of ice water had been dumped on him.
"Sam..." he began to protest for lack of better response
sitting up to look down at the young girl lying beside
him. On the one hand he would have enjoyed nothing
better than to fuck the girl and on the other; it would
have been statutory rape or pedophile sex with a minor
girl.
"Mike, I'm scared..." Sam slid her small delicate hand
across his chest to his stomach and waist then her hand
found his hard-on. Sam drew in a short breath releasing
it in a soft sigh. Mike laid on his back, the girl
hovering over him her long dark hair falling over her
face. She said after a moment: "Please don't say no... I
need you tonight."
Sam lay across Mike's chest kissing him deeply with
unbridled passion. Mike was taken aback by the girl's
forwardness now. Finally he could no longer resist the
temptation.
"Shit, the devil made me do it... what the hell?"
Mike took the young girl in his arms and met her open
mouth with passion, their tongues playing tag. Mike slid
his hands over the girl's back and along her sides to
her slender hips, feeling the dangerous flair of her
hips. He laid her on her back and slid his hand up to
the full firm form of her nice small breasts. The little
nipples were hard as pebbles as he fondled each one
bringing moans of pleasure from the girl.
"Yessss, ooooo!"
Sliding a hand across her back side to her hips feeling
the sensuous curves and the silken feel of her thighs
Mike struggled against the urge to take her then. But he
wanted to savor the moment of forbidden passion he felt
now for the young girl.
Drawing his hand back up under the top he savored the
feel of the young girl's velvet skin; the feel of her
full firm breasts nearly made him lose his load of male
cream as he pushed the nightie top up exposing her
breasts. He gently sucked and nibbled at each erect
little nipple. As he made love to the girl's breasts he
slid his hand over her bikini panty clad hips and
between her legs; Sam willingly opened her legs for him
letting him feel her throbbing young pussy; Mike felt
the wetness between her legs, the seeping of her
childhood juices, the girl was ready.
Sam began bucking her hips with the feel of Mike's
fingers pressing the soft fabric in to her pussy soaking
them with her juices.
"Oh, aaah, Mike yes, yes, I am yours tonight. I want you
sooo bad now..."
He slid his hand back over her hips to feel the waist
band of her little panty. He slipped his hand under the
waist band down to the downy soft hair of her pussy and
to the wetness. He slid his fingers over her tender clit
that was erect and ready for him. Mike fingered the girl
until she finally cam, her juices seeping on to his
fingers. Sam cried out as she thrust her hips forcing
his finger deeper in to her until he touched her virgin
childhood, the gossamer thin membrane that kept her
virgin until then.
Mike's lust fogged mind suddenly clicked as he knew he
had touched the girl's maidenhood. "Virgin? Oooh yeah!"
Sam lay breathless for a moment as Mike kissed her down
her body to her hips. Sam stirred shifting herself to
kiss Mike from his chest down to his waist as he fondled
her taking pleasure in the young girl as she willingly
gave in to him.
"Gad, she feels good...Damned nice..."
Mike lay back on the bed, his mind blank and numb now as
the young girl fondled his male hood. Pushing the briefs
down to expose the engorged malehood, Sam slowly stroked
Mike's engorged cock, her small hand easily sliding up
and down slowly twisting back and forth for a few
minutes then she took the head of his malehood in her
small mouth to begin deliberately sucking on it. Mike
moaned in ecstasy as the young girl gave him the best
head he'd had in a long time.
"Shit, for a teen ager she's even better than Sandy..."
Samantha recalled when she was twelve her father taught
her to jack him off and suck his hard thick malehood. In
turn, her father would suck, lick and kiss her nice
tight virgin pussy until she cam, her virgin love juices
flowing in a stream on to his tongue as he molested her
pussy. Since then Sam had given head to two boys at
school, just to keep them from wanting to lay her. That
privilege was to be for her father.
After a time Mike's balls were tight from his holding
back, his male cream seemed to be churning inside as he
struggled to keep from cuming but he suddenly lost that
struggle.
"God, Sam, I'm going to cum... Geeezuz, I'm... I'm going
to cum..." he groaned through set teeth and then his
male juices shot in to the girl's mouth filling her with
male cream. "Aaaah... yeah!"
Sam sat up wiping Mike's cum from her mouth. Mike laid
Sam on her back to kiss her all over as the girl
breathed heavily enjoying the feel of a man making love
to her. Mike kissed her down to her waist and then
pulled the little panty down until he could lick and
suck on her tender young pussy. He slid his tongue over
her pussy bringing a moan from the girl. Sam began
shifting her hips and moving them with Mike licking at
her childhood love hole.
He pulled her panty off tossing it aside and moved
between her legs to enjoy the moment of heavenly
pleasure sucking the girl's pussy. Sam knew now she was
vulnerable to Mike's desire for her. He licked around
her throbbing pussy teasing her swelled clit until
finally she cam again in a steady stream of her
childhood juices, her juices surging on to Mike's tongue
lapping up her juices.
As Samantha's juices seeped on to Mike's out stretched
tongue he pushed it in to her penetrating her to suck
her juices from her pussy. Mike sucked and licked on
Sam's pussy until she cam two more times. As Sam lay
breathless Mike moved up between her legs settling
himself over her, moving until the head of his cock
rested against the engorged lips of her throbbing young
pussy.
The girl watched with awe and wonder as Mike moved to
take possession of her.
"Oh Mike, please be gentle. II've never gone this far
with Daddy he wouldn't take me like this until I was
older."
The young girl's pussy felt good it was wet with her
juices seeping from her virgin pussy -- her pussy was so
nice and tight feeling as he pushed forward to penetrate
her for the first time with his malehood.
Then Mike mused as he grinned to himself: "Virgin..."
"Relax, sweet heart, just relax and you'll enjoy this
all the more." And Mike moved forward his cock slipping
in to the young girl's nice tight virgin pussy. Sam
cried out with the forceful penetration of Mike's cock
into her nice and tight young pussy. "Oh yes, sweet
heart, yeah that's so nice and tight..."
Sam cried with the penetration of her childhood. She
grasped Mike's back as he leaned down to kiss her mouth
covering hers. Sam tasted her juices on Mike's mouth as
he stifled her cries, not sure just how sound proof the
RV was and who might be close by.
Thrusting forward, Mike tore the little girl's childhood
cherry. Sam cried for a moment with the brief pain of
her loss then began to move her hips in rhythm with Mike
as he began fucking her taking pleasure in fucking a
young girl. Then pain soon faded and the erotic feeling
of a man thrusting his cock in and out of her for the
first time filled her with pleasure.
Sam soon met the rhythm of Mike's hips moving up and
down in a steady tempo as his hard thick malehood slid
in and out of her like a piston. Mike seemed to last a
long time as he continued fucking the young girl. Then
finally he stiffened his cock buried deep in the little
girl's pussy. Sam gasped then cried out as Mike released
his pent up male hood forcing rope after rope of his
male cream in to her.
"Ahhhh, Mike Mike you're filling me!"
"Oh, yeah, sweet heart, you bet I am." He gasped moaning
with the pleasure of having taken and fucked a little
girl that night. "Ah, gad you're good, you know that?"
They collapsed from their exertions. Mike rolled on to
his side holding on to the girl his cock still in her.
He wanted to fuck her a second time but was too
exhausted at the moment.
Samantha was sore and stiff between her legs as she
regained her composure. This is what she had wanted to
do with her father, she was willing to let him have her
and use her for his pleasure. But now, he was gone. She
gave herself without shame to Mike that night. He
fulfilled her fantasies of letting an older man have his
way with her.
Mike awoke early the next morning, Sam still sound
asleep in his arms. It wasn't long after they had fucked
they awoke less than an hour later and he quickly
mounted her a second time, Sam willingly submitted
taking Mike's hard thick malehood deep inside her.
Within minutes she cam at the same time Mike cam filling
her with his thick male cream. They fell asleep again
sated by their love making, Sam still wondering what it
would have been like letting her father take her and
make a woman of her.
Mike fell asleep satisfied that he had just fucked Sam
again. He awoke at his usual time, the girl asleep in
his arms. Slowly he withdrew his male hood from her
without waking her.
Slipping his arm out from under her, Mike slipped out of
bed, gathered up his clothes to go forward to the galley
to make a pot of coffee. Showering and dressing while
the coffee brewed he set the lawn chairs outside to
watch the sun rise. The only noise to disturb the
silence was an occasional truck or car passing on the
highway.
Gray light filtered through the curtain of the master
berth waking Sam. At first she was startled, then felt a
twinge of fright until she smelt the heady aroma of the
brewing coffee. Then she knew Mike was sitting outside
with a cup of coffee watching the sun rise.
Finding her panty and night gown top, Sam got the robe
from the closet Mike gave her and stepped outside to
join him.
They exchanged smiles and greetings.
"This is the one thing you don't get staying at some
fancy motel," he told her. "It doesn't come with the
room service."
They sat in silence for a moment before Sam finally
asked: "Mike, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, honey, what is it?"
"I'm not going to have to go home am I?"
Mike considered his answer carefully, then said: "Only
if you want to."
"No."
"What about other family? Aunts, uncles, cousins...?"
"My mother's sister, Aunt Julie."
It turned out Aunt Julie, Julie Adams was Mike's
neighbor across the road from where he lived. She
welcomed him to the neighborhood and helped Mike move
in. Sam was elated. She had not seen her aunt in the
past year except when she stopped in for a short visit.
"Problem solved!" he said with a near cheer. "Julie is
my neighbor across the street."
"Aunt Julie doesn't much care for who Mom is living with
now anyway."
Mike dug out his cell phone from a pocket handed it to
Sam: "Call Aunt Julie and let her know you're alright."
Sam gave Julie the long and short of the situation and
that she was with Mike at the present time. It was a
coincidence that Julie lived across the street and Sam
was riding with Mike. Julie was just happy that Mike
took Sam aboard when he did. She was just as worried
that something would happen to her along on the road.
Mike had one more meeting with the client and Sandy's
team before he could leave. He had to be back to the
main office in three days no problem making that
happen, but in the meantime he still had a young girl to
deal with.
Sam packed the RV while Mike made the last meeting. By
the time Mike returned at Noon time they were ready to
leave.
"Home I mean Aunt Julie," said Sam with a laugh
pointing toward the highway.
"Anxious?"
Sam nodded her head with a smile. "But I need to say
something here..." she said the smile leaving her lips.
I felt a momentary chill until the smile reappeared on
her face. "We'll be across the street from each other."
She reached over her hand resting on my arm. She
struggled with a comment that took the air out of him:
"Mike, I know you will think this is a young girl's
infatuation or puppy love, but I have fallen for you
the past couple days."
Mike held the wheel single handed as he grasped her
hand. "We just have to be careful and we'll have to see
what Julia thinks of all this."
"I know."
"Also, you won't ever change your mind?"
She looked at me with a serious expression. "No. I I
love you, Mike."
He glanced over at her. The look on her young face was
determination. "I love you too, Sam. This is a mutual
love for each other; not infatuation or lust me for a
young girl, but love that is just beginning to take
shape."
Sam got up to step around the console to kiss him on the
neck. "Tonight we'll celebrate."
Mike had to keep the RV at the speed limit until they
reached their first stop that afternoon. He made a stop
for diesel fuel for the RV, a break then it wasn't until
close to four when they stopped again. It was all Mike
could do to keep his hands off Samantha that afternoon.
But she knew what she would let Mike do to her that
evening as he pulled in to an RV park for the night.
Sam was beginning to prepare the supper for them as Mike
hooked up the utility lines to the RV for the night. As
the chicken was baking in the small oven and vegetables
were cooking on the stove top she slipped out of her
jeans and took off the T-shirt and bra changing to
another T-shirt and panty which she knew Mike would be
able to see her nice small breasts. During the drive she
learned a lot about his likes and dislikes of older
woman except for his brief affair with the woman
Sandy, he was burned out on sex with older women. Her
father had taught her things he liked and wished her
mother could have done with him.
Mike had become Sam's anchor in life and she wasn't
going to let go of him now.
Mike stepped back in the RV, seeing Sam in just the T-
shirt and panty he stepped up behind her wrapping his
arms about her kissing and nuzzling her neck.
"You're beautiful even in an old T-shirt," he told her
feeling her nice pert breasts.
He already had a hard on just thinking of her now. His
hands moved up under the T-shirt to cup and fondle her
bare young pert breasts. As he fondled her breasts, he
slid the other down to the tender vee between her legs
caressing and molesting her pussy.
Mike pressed the panty in to her wet pussy. She was
beginning to seep her love juices as he nuzzled and
caressed her young body.
"Mmm, you like this, don't you?" Mike asked as he
caressed her pussy through the little panty.
"Which do you want for supper first, me or the chicken?"
she sighed as he pressed the panty in to her wet pussy.
"Oh, damn, Mike I'm goina' cum!"
"Doesn't leave me much of a choice does it?"
She turned in his arms rubbing herself against him.
"Good, then I'll make it easy for you which do you
want first; Pussy or chicken?"
"You're hard to resist, you know that?" Mike wanted to
lay the girl on the lounge chair and take her there, but
said: "We'd better eat first before the chicken burns
then we'll do it. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan to me my lover."
They ate, talking about what it would be like once they
reached home Julia and his home and what they do after
that.
"We'll have to be careful," he reminded Samantha. "A
couple nosey neighbors or even Julie getting wind of
this if she disapproves."
"We we can make it work," said Sam in a quiet voice.
"I love you, Mike."
Mike reached across the small table to take Sam's hand.
"We have to. As they say test the waters first. You're
young, Sam. You have to be careful. There may be
somebody who may not be willing to look the other way,
someone who thinking they're protecting you from me.
Even now, we have to watch ourselves."
Samantha wrinkled up her cute little mouth in to a
frown. "I know. But it's so... not wrong but, well,
we've done it I gave myself to you and you've taken my
virginity. If it had not been you, then Daddy; Daddy
would have been the one. Why can't they let us alone
then?"
Mike finished the chicken and vegetables then said:
"Simply society. As far as people think it's wrong for
an older man, especially one as young as you are and me,
nearly thirty years older, to have sex, if you will.
Often referred to as statutory rape."
Mike explained the legalities to her.
She laid the fork down. "But I love you, Mike. I love
my father. It shouldn't matter who I chose none of
their business."
The look in her young eyes was one of desperation.
"I agree. No it shouldn't but some groups see it
different than we do."
Mike smiled and reached across the table to take her
hand, lift it to his lips and kiss it with affection and
passion. He held her hand to his lips gazing at her.
Tears slid down her cheeks.
"I love you too, Samantha -- Sam. Never fear the future.
It's ours, but it all will take time."
Mike slid across the sofa to sit beside Sam, take her in
his arms to comfort her. "You're mine, Sam."
She reached up to take him by the neck to kiss him.
"Your mine, Mike. Mine!"
Their lips met, their tongues played a tango in each
other's mouth. The passion they had developed and felt
for each other was more than either could endure at that
moment.
Samantha said in a low breathy tone in to her lover's
mouth: "Make love to me tonight, Mike and forever more."
"Always, babe."
Mike pressed her down on to the cushions, pulling her
panty off he loosened his pants, his cock slipped out,
hard and erect, pre-cum dripping from it as he touched
her pussy. Sam sighed as flesh-touched-flesh. He probed
her with his cock slipping it in to her nice tight young
pussy; Sam moaned as Mike went deeper into her love hole
until he was touching the back of her womb. He slowly
pulled out until the head of his cock was almost out of
her then went in again, repeating the motion as she
moaned:
"Yes, Mike yes!" Sam moaned as Mike increased his
thrusts until he was fucking the young girl for all he
was worth. Then he finally shot his load of thick male
cream in to the girl.
They cleaned up and went back to the large master berth
to fall asleep for a while before Mike moved on to the
girl, Sam eagerly wrapped her arms around her Lover as
he slide in to her a second time that night: the girl
moaned with the pleasure as her new Lover took her he
had made a woman of a young girl.
Sam was still sleeping as Mike quietly got up the next
morning, fixed a pot of coffee, dressed and disconnected
the motor home from the service system.
Two days later Mike with Sam was sitting in Julia's
living room discussing the situation. For the moment to
Mike's relief no mention of him and Sam having sex the
past couple days came up, but it was evident Julia
suspected if her niece had been alone with Mike, it was
a sure bet they'd had sex before today.
Mike studied Julia from across the room. He remembered
the day a few months earlier when he moved in that he
was taken by the woman. Julia was still a good looking
woman despite her age. He remembered he liked what he
saw: the long wavy red hair, the most emerald eyes he'd
ever seen, dressed in a blue halter top and shorts that
complemented her petit figure. Julia was a widow the
oldest of the sisters, Sam's mother the youngest.
Sam sat beside Mike as her Aunt told them what had
transpired the last few days the two had been on the
road.
"Your mother called after you left home there wondering
if you may have come here."
"I wanted to live with Daddy," Sam told her twisting a
tissue in her hands. "He's gone."
Julie nodded her head and told her: "Well she figured
that when she didn't get the extra money this month she
wanted."
"I don't want to go back home," Sam was empathetic in
her remark unconsciously reaching for Mike's hand. "I
don't care for Eric; he's too what's the word?"
"Domineering," Mike helped her squeezing her hand.
Turning to Julia he asked: "A thought here, Julia you
couldn't be her guardian, could you?"
Julia thought about it a moment then said: "I suppose.
Since she doesn't want to go back home, her father, so
to speak skied up, I suppose I could."
Sam said in a pleading voice: "Oh please Aunt Julia,
please?"
"I'll talk to your mother. If all she is after is the
child support money, then we'll go from there. But I
don't see why we can't work this out."
It would be a long three months before the hearing.
In the meantime Sam helped Mike get set up the RV for
his next road trip. She was happy she now lived across
the street from him. When the big RV was in the driveway
Mike was home, when it was not there, he was gone. Sam
looked for the days when Mike would arrive home and hear
the RV being maneuvered in to the driveway she would
rush across the street to greet her lover.
"Best home coming a guy could ask for," he would tell
her each time.
Sam lived with her aunt, contended with the fact that
Mike lived just across the road from her. Julia gave her
condescending consent to Sam spending time with Mike and
the occasional weekend with him. Julia knew, she had
been there and done that when she was her niece's age.
She still savored the memories of those secret
rendezvous with her lover who was old enough to have
been her father; there were no regrets of that time
ever.
Three months later. And the information published in the
local papers prior to the hearing, Samantha was elated
as the legal papers were signed by the Judge
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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