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The Stone Man's Wife
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)

***

Childhood "games" take on new dimensions for a young 
girl when she is caught trespassing by The Stone Man. 
Young Sadie thinks she is just going to get a spanking 
for her naughty behaviour. He takes her to her limits, 
where she longs to be. (Mf, fbb, ped, reluc, orgy, bd, 
size)

***

"Can I go first this time, Sadie," asked Timmy as he 
happily skipped at Sadie's side?

"No way. I'm going first," said Seth as he pushed 
Timmy away and took his place beside her.

Sadie rolled her eyes and wondered why she put up with 
such childishness. "Don't fight. Everybody's going to 
get a turn." She looked about her as she walked to 
make sure no one was watching. She needed to make sure 
the two boys were not making a spectacle of themselves 
in case anyone might happen to notice their boisterous 
posturing. There was nothing really suspicious about a 
pair of twelve-year-old boys walking home from school 
with their fifteen-year old neighbor girl but she 
wanted to be as safe as possible.

"You boys need to calm down and keep quiet or I'll 
just go on home," she warned them.

"No. Don't," whined Seth. "You promised." He turned to 
Timmy and frowned.

Sadie was satisfied she had them under control. They 
had just passed the last house where the road headed 
into a forest before it curved to follow the railroad 
tracks. "Come on. Let's take the short cut through the 
woods," she suggested. She would never let them know 
it but she was quite anxious herself for the fun to 
start.

She climbed up the embankment and started down the 
trail. The two boys bounded up close on her heels. It 
was good to be hidden by the trees. The two boys were 
jumping and skipping around her in obvious excitement 
and she worried it might spark idle curiosity. In a 
few short yards they were out of sight from everyone. 
She picked up her pace.

"I'm going to go real fast this time," chimed Timmy. 
He jumped in front of Sadie and walked backwards in 
front of her. "You like it when I go fast, huh Sadie?"

"No, sir," argued Seth. "I go faster." He took hold of 
her arm as he walked and trotted to match her stride. 
"Tell him, Sadie. I'm best, huh?"

She almost giggled at their behavior. Boys were so 
easy to control when you had something they wanted. 
Sadie loved being in control, especially when she got 
what she wanted out of it. Sadie was clever beyond her 
years. And she had always been the de facto leader of 
the kids in her neighborhood. She was the oldest, the 
cleverest, and the only girl among them. She had 
always decided on the games they played, the rules 
they played by, and who got to play.

"You're both good and it's not just about being fast," 
she scolded. Actually, speed had nothing to do with it 
at all and she wished they would understand that. They 
were all she had to work with and they needed all the 
coaching she could give but her lessons were always 
eclipsed by their unbridled excitement.

Just then she heard a clomp, clomp, clomp coming from 
behind. All three spun around to see Dave running 
headlong down the trail to catch up. "Hey, wait for 
me," he yelled. Dave was a year older than Seth and 
Timmy and one of their neighborhood friends. He had 
always been a regular playmate and the four of them a 
team since they were all old enough to walk.

Sadie had hoped to avoid him. "He can't come with us," 
she whispered. 

"Why," Timmy whispered back?

"He just can't," Sadie reinforced.

"But, why," Timmy continued? Timmy was a loyal friend 
and playing favorites confused him.

"He could get me ..." she started. "He could make 
me... sick." For the sake of expedience, that was the 
simplest way she could say it.

Dave had just trotted to a stop in front of them. 
"Hey, where ya goin," he said amidst his huffs and 
puffs? He did not need a billboard to tell him where 
they were headed and why. "Don't forget me."

"You can't come, Dave," Sadie asserted. "You just 
can't." She meant it. As anxious as she was, she would 
just have to call the whole thing off if he wanted in 
on it. She really liked him and she did not like doing 
this to him but it had to be this way.

Dave's brows knitted over his eyes in perplexed denial 
and he pleaded, "Why? Why can't I? You always let me 
before. Why not now?"

"It's different this time. I'll explain it to you 
later but not now," Sadie maintained sternly.

"Why? What'd I do? I won't do it again," Dave whined. 
"Let me go, please? Come on, guys?" 

"Seth," Sadie frowned at Seth directing his support.

"Sadie says you can't," Seth warned and he stepped 
between her and Dave.

"I'll explain later," Sadie spoke gently, hoping he 
would quickly give up. "When we're alone, I'll 
explain. But not today. I'm sorry."

Dave looked like he was about to cry. 

"You gotta go, Dave. Sadie says it's just Seth and me 
this time," said Timmy.

Seth bent down and picked up a dirt clod. "Get outa 
here, Dave," he added angrily.

Dave turned and ran away back up the trail from where 
he came. They could hear him crying as he ran.

Sadie hated to do that. She resented playing her 
friends against each other. Dave had always been one 
of her best friends and she really liked him. It 
really hurt her to shun him but it was vital to 
exclude him. She would explain it to him later and 
make him understand. He was changing in ways that had 
a tremendous impact on their relationship and the 
games they played. For her safety, she had to forbid 
him. 

The last time they played their "game", Sadie had 
shrewdly noticed the newly springing hair around 
Dave's dick. It was a sure sign Dave had started 
puberty and Sadie had acquired enough knowledge of 
life to know it meant he would soon be shooting sperm 
(if he had not already). As much as she liked him, 
Sadie had to avoid his new capacity and the dire peril 
it might mean for her. 

She looked at her two companions. They were both 
sullen about what they had just done to their buddy. 
Sadie was usually candid with her friends but a 
lecture to them about where babies come from was 
nothing she really had time for at this moment. She 
promised herself she would sit all three of them down 
and explain it to them. "I'll make it up to him," she 
consoled them. "I learned a special trick I can do for 
him. He'll really like it... even better. You'll see." 
She took each of them by an arm and marched them 
onward down the path.

Being the oldest was not always easy but she held 
their little band together through hard times. She had 
grown up tough, they all had. The depression had taken 
its toll on all of them. It was, of course, a struggle 
just to get by. But now, with her dad in Europe 
fighting the Germans, Seth's dad off in the Pacific on 
a battleship and Dave and Timmy's dads both in 
California building airplanes, they had to grow up 
fast. Sadie was managing everything just fine.

Sadie was a pretty girl with dark hair and big, 
endearing hazel eyes. She had been blessed with a 
sturdy frame which was rapidly losing its girlish 
shape to assume a new womanly form. The change had 
triggered curiosity and awoken needs in her like she 
had never known. She had many friends from school and 
over the years had expanded her universe of interests 
beyond childish play and into new games with bigger 
fun. Away from school, her social circle shrank to 
this juvenile band of childhood playmates. Her nature 
with them being what is was, it was not long before 
she taught them new ways to play, ways that fed into 
her emerging sexuality and her body's growing needs.

She learned about sex the year before, among her 
school chums, and had introduced the boys to it soon 
after. They caught on real fast and sex play soon 
eclipsed their customary playtime fare. Eager to 
please and hungry for these new, wanton sensations, 
Sadie had directed the boys' development to propel 
some real kicks. However, it was not completely 
emotionally stimulating for her and not quite as 
physically satisfying as she would have liked. She did 
not feel the boys shared her intellectual appreciation 
for the act. To them it was little more than a 
thrilling new game. Physically, they got close but 
they just could not quite scratch where she itched. 
None the less, it was great fun for all of them and 
had reinforced their strong bonds. All they needed was 
a secluded spot and from there on nature took its 
course.

The three soon forgot all about Dave and excitedly 
advanced on their objective. In the warmer time of 
year they had anywhere in the woods they wanted where 
they could have their fun in seclusion but with the 
weather turning colder and damper, they needed more 
comfortable accommodations. Two houses up the road 
from Sadie's house, there lived an old man who did 
stone carving. Mr. Simmons worked hard making 
ornamental statues and inscribing gravestones. He was 
an old hermit of a man who for the most part kept to 
himself. He was a gentle sort of fellow who was always 
helping the mothers of the neighborhood when the men 
went off for the war effort. He had always been very 
kind to Sadie and her mother and Sadie had been warned 
many times by her mother to not bother him but rather 
treat him with respect. 

The children had their own impression of the old man. 
They called him The Stone Man and were absolutely 
terrified of him. Perhaps it was his size, he was a 
big, strong man of well over six feet. It might have 
been because he was a mute, he had lost his larynx to 
a bullet in the Great War and communicated by use of a 
slate and chalk that hung from twine around his neck. 
It most likely was his secluded miserly life which 
always draws suspicion from children. Regardless, the 
four dreaded him beyond all reason and took great 
pains to avoid him and the terrible wrath they 
imagined him to have.

In back of and adjoining the old stone cutter's house 
there stood an old tool shed. It was where the Mr. 
Simmons kept his supplies, but as with all sheds, 
rarely attended. In spite of their unnatural fear of 
The Stone Man, this was where Sadie and the boys made 
their winter fun. It was sheltered from the elements, 
secluded, and relatively clean. The forest ended right 
behind the shed so they could approach it without 
being seen and a loose board in the back gave the kids 
access. This is where the three were headed. 

"Fuck-time, fuck time" exclaimed Seth silently as the 
back of the shed came within view.

"I'm getting a boner already," added Timmy.

The three were coming up on the edge of the forest, 
just behind The Stone Man's shed. "Shhh," chided 
Sadie. "Both of you be quiet. Timmy, go see if the 
coast is clear." She knelt behind a big tree and Seth 
knelt beside her, Timmy crouched low and crept up on 
the old shack. 

Boldest of the three, Seth yielded to his passion and 
his hands went to the hem of Sadie's skirt. He lifted 
the cotton fabric and searched up her leg for the edge 
of her underwear. With one hand to her front and the 
other under her butt, he followed the border her 
garment to converge on the curly nest of Sadie's 
pussy. Clumsily and greedily he explored her 
treasures. The fingers of one hand combed her thick 
curls while the other delved her already moist slit. 

Sadie was only vaguely aware of Seth's unsanctioned 
advances. She always let them have their way with her 
once the games were started. She felt his hands 
clumsily fumble under her panties and dig into her 
thick curls but her mind was on Timmy, watching him 
secure the area. Timmy quietly lifted the loose siding 
and peaked into the shed. He signaled O.K. and then 
went to the corner of the building to spy on the 
house. After a thorough watch and listen for activity 
he motioned them to join him.

Sadie stood up with Seth's two fingers deep inside 
her. She shrugged him away with her hip and advanced 
on the shed. He followed, his hands still intruding up 
her dress. With Timmy holding the loose board up, 
Sadie ducked inside.

It was dusty and dingy but it served their needs well. 
The shed had one door that led into the house. There 
was a dusty window that faced away from the forest and 
let in a dim, diffuse illumination. Dusty shelves 
lined the walls and were crowded with tools, odd 
supplies and other reserves. There was a workbench and 
a stool beside an old grinding wheel just below the 
window but otherwise, the floor was mostly free. The 
children's focus was a small pallet on the floor and 
close to one of the shelves. It had a layer of canvas 
sacks full of sand on it and rose a total of about a 
foot above the floor. An old tarp draped over the top 
of it made it soft enough to serve as a bed and as 
such they used it. 

Safely inside, the three had a customary procedure 
before the fun could begin and they set about them 
like practiced routine. Sadie started by lifting the 
front of her dress and pulling her bloomers down 
around her ankles. She stepped out of them and then 
holding the front of her dress up, she gingerly 
lowered herself to the pallet of sand bags and sat on 
the end, making sure her dress was tucked neatly under 
her butt but not hanging below her exposed pussy. 

The two boys eyes remained glued on the treasure of 
all men's longing – the thick, dark triangular patch 
of Sadie's womanliness framed by her soft, pale flesh. 
They peered into the promise of Sadie's lush nest as 
they lowered their pants and underwear to their 
ankles. They stood up before Sadie, holding their 
shirt tails out of the way, waiting for inspection. 
Their little dicks stood at attention in stiff arcs, 
pointing at their navels.

Satisfied with her arrangement, Sadie addressed Seth 
first. She took hold of his swollen little cock and 
she examined it. It was not much bigger than her 
middle finger, pale, smooth-featured, and had a round 
head with a protruding rim about it that looked like a 
little helmet. She tenderly pulled it away from him 
and searched all around it for the first wispy traces 
of pubic hair. She gently lifted the wrinkly scrotum 
and small balls bunched up tight against his straining 
prong and checked him all over. She took this 
seriously. 

She did not notice Dave's slowly evolving body until 
his voice began to change and then who knows how many 
times he might have leaked his sperm in her and how 
close she might have risked getting in trouble. No, 
Seth was still safe. Now, it was Timmy's turn. The 
boys shuffled sideways and Timmy stood before her for 
his examination. He giggled slightly when Sadie's cold 
fingers dragged lightly under his shriveled, not-yet-
dropped nuts.

They were both approved. It was time to get their game 
started. Sadie picked up a piece of twine tied into a 
loop that was lying on the floor. She pulled it behind 
her rump and wound it several times around her wrist. 
She put her other wrist into the loop and wound it 
several times around too. Her hands were bound behind 
her now but with enough slack between to keep her 
hands at her side. 

It was a safety precaution the boys were not quite 
clever enough to figure out. If by chance they were 
discovered, it gave her the option of claiming she was 
forced. She had to admit it was a dirty trick and that 
she would probably confess her participation anyway, 
but it gave her options. To be honest, she actually 
kind-of liked it; placing herself at the mercy of 
their blind inexperience until they had their fill.

The boys, by this time, had dropped to their knees 
between her feet and were intently studying the 
mysteries of her Venus coils. They could see the 
fullness of her pouting labia and smell the musky 
wetness of the arousal that had been building in her 
for the past hour. They knew she was theirs and what 
spoils were to be provided for them. 

They made the most of this opportunity to educate 
themselves about such rare and coveted treats. Their 
grubby hands and pudgy fingers crept over her flesh. 
The softness of her inner thighs, the coarseness of 
her lush curls, the wetness of her inner folds were 
all visited with eager eyes devouring every detail. It 
was much too good a moment to let go to waste and they 
were certain to use it fully.

"Come on," Sadie whispered heavily. "Let's get 
started." She was horny for the fucking she was about 
to get. Like an itch she could not scratch, her 
anticipation was driving her and laid down flat on the 
"bed". The boys knew what to do. Like they had done 
dozens of times before, they assumed their positions. 
Timmy, yielding his quest to go first crawled around 
the pallet to Sadie's side. He took a kerchief from 
Sadie's sweater pocket, wadded it up and poked it in 
her mouth. In keeping with her charade, Sadie took it 
between her teeth like a gag. 

Seth got up on his knees between Sadie's wide-spread 
legs. His rigid pud was stuck hard against his pale 
waist in a short arc. He positioned his hips over 
Sadie's and bent over her. His breath was becoming 
heavy with excitement. Trembling, he rested his weight 
on one hand beside Sadie's hip, with the other he 
pushed his turgid little boner downward and aimed it 
at her dark snatch. His hips moved toward her and he 
expertly parted her thick mat of hair to find his 
target.

Propping herself on her elbows Sadie watched. She felt 
his entrance, the sharp piece of flesh pierced her 
moistness, gained her sheltered crease, and skimmed 
the roof of her cunt as Seth moved his hips up flush 
to her upturned thighs. Once firmly entrenched, he let 
go of his tool and placed the hand next to Sadie's 
other hip.

Seth put his weight on his knuckles, trapping Sadie's 
waist between his wrists and his hands clutched at her 
dress to press her to his service. His shoulders 
hunched over and his head hung low. He enjoyed 
watching the show. All three children observed; Seth 
from above, Sadie from over her breasts, and Timmy 
leaning in from the sidelines. Seth worked his hump. 
He drew back and then bucked in sharply with his hips. 
The three delighted in seeing his meager joint emerge 
wet from Sadie's feminine curls and then disappear 
with his next thrust. Again and again the slender boy 
hips rose and fell between the creamy white V of her 
thighs. Before them was a child's mystery theater of 
life with wanton thrills beyond imagination. 

Sadie monitored the claiming of her body until Seth 
settled into his rhythm. She laid herself back, closed 
her eyes and let the sensations catch up with her 
feelings.

Never mind that his short, skinny little dick was 
nowhere near the dimensions that could adequately fill 
her maturing physical capacity. Never mind that this 
crude union with clumsy, rudimentary exertion only 
barely qualified as sexual intercourse. Never mind 
that the feelings brought to the encounter were merely 
childish curiosity and not the emotional exchange she 
aspired to. In Sadie's mind she was getting a good 
fuck and if she let her thoughts wander she could make 
it into anything she wanted: a ravishing in the 
swashbuckling ardor of the debonair Errol Flynn, a 
passionate consumption in the bed of ruggedly handsome 
Clark Gable. Her imagination made it real and the 
boorish pounding of her young friends fueled it.

She rotated her hips to just the right elevation and 
angle so that Seth's lunging loins bumped against the 
sweet center of her pleasure – her attention craving 
clitoris. His small but remarkably stiff dick plunged 
into her proffered femininity. It tickled her yearning 
desire and teased her with the promise of more. 
Stirring and jabbing within her open gates she dwelt 
on his delving instrument and imagined it to be 
bigger; plundering her yet-untouched depths, filling 
her, caressing every square inch of her hungry pussy 
flesh. 

She let the thought take her and as it did Seth's 
hunching pelvis worked its magic against her carefully 
offered clit; a climax wracked her straining body. She 
moaned as the pleasure spread through her. Her body 
clenched under the throes and her mind dreamily drank 
from the fountain of the fantasies crafted within.

"You... liked that... huh... Sadie," Seth grunted in 
cadence with his hips. He was stumbling over the 
threshold of his own delivery. New vigor seized him. 
His thrusts became faster and harder. With a frantic 
urgency he seemed unable to control, his hips slammed 
tight against her pelvis and froze. He grunted. His 
hips rose and slammed back again. Another grunt. A 
third strike and then a fourth. Seth's face clenched, 
he whimpered and his arms got shaky. 

Sadie had seen boys come off before and it looked like 
that was what Seth was doing. She did not have a 
wealth of knowledge on what pre-pubescent boys were 
capable of or on the mechanics of the male 
reproductive system but she had read through some 
books at the library. Based on her close examination 
of him before they started, she was pretty sure that 
whatever Seth was going through (and what was going 
into her), it did not involve sperm. Maybe he was just 
imitating Dave. Sadie bumped her bush against him a 
couple of times to milk the most of the experience for 
him.

"What happened, Seth?" asked Timmy.

With his face flushed red, Seth finally pulled back. 
"Whew," he exclaimed. "That was good." His dick pulled 
free of Sadie's clutch and slapped back against his 
waist, just as hard as when he had started. 

"What was good, Seth?" Timmy persisted.

Seth just smiled broadly and chuckled in a kind of 
stunned tone as he shuffled away from Sadie's crotch 
on his knees. In his absence, Sadie felt a moist 
trickle run down from her pussy. She knew he had 
indeed left her with something.

It was Timmy's turn now and he scrambled to take 
Seth's place. He crawled over Sadie and laid himself 
down on top of her. With his head on her breast he 
reached down between them to pull his shirttail out of 
the way and then guide his stiff little boner into 
Sadie's moist nook.

Sadie could feel his hardness lying against her mound. 
She felt his clammy hands reaching over her skin for 
his eager weapon. He fumbled and probed looking for 
the opening that would embrace his tender flesh. He 
finally found her ready gash and plunged in.

Sadie gasped with his intrusion. It was a slightly 
smaller instrument than Seth's but served its purpose 
just the same. It reached a tender spot inside and at 
the top of Sadie's cunt. Together with her 
imagination, it was just barely enough to trigger the 
delight she craved. Sadie actually preferred Timmy's 
rutting to Seth's. Timmy laid flat against her and 
humped into her with the entire lower part of his 
body. His hips fit perfectly between hers and his 
pelvic bone kissed hers at just the right angle. He 
put a rub on her clit that got her off like gang-
busters every time. She spread her knees wide to let 
him settle upon her.

Timmy got his arms tucked along Sadie's sides for 
leverage and he was off. He wiggled and slid upon her 
and kept a cheek pressed to her young tit.

She knew this would last a long time and his fuck 
would be consistent. She closed her eyes and this time 
imagined Frankie Sinatra making passionate love to her 
while crooning her favorite love song in her ear. 
Timmy's rhythm took care of the rest and it was only a 
matter of minutes before she found herself climbing to 
a strong orgasm. She dug her heals into the floor as 
it crested and with squeals announcing her pleasure 
she bucked her hips against her hapless lover who 
ground away diligently through her rising excitement. 
Sadie moaned when it hit, she let the orgasm have its 
way with her body and her feelings. Her pussy quivered 
and clutched at the emptiness somewhere just beyond 
Timmy's reach.

Timmy stayed with her through her throes. When Sadie 
pushed her hips up in the air, Timmy was lifted with 
her. Even though he lost his footing he clung to her 
fiercely enough he could maintain his rhythm and he 
kept his pelvis humping steadily against her mound and 
his stout boner drilling in and out of her moist slit.

Seth was not far from the ruckus. Rubbing his still 
stiff dick with one hand, he had taken a position 
between Sadie's feet where he could watch her pussy 
and examine Timmy's assault upon it in scintillating 
detail. He watched Sadie's pink folds flowering from 
her dense, dark mat of curls. He watched his young 
buddy's pale finger of flesh disappearing into her 
open gash and how her billowing hair enwrapped his 
wrinkled ball sack with every thrust.

Sadie had thoroughly enjoyed her climax and was 
holding her hips up in just the right angle and height 
for Timmy's weight to rest squarely against her clit. 
Timmy's relentless and consistent fucking was pushing 
her toward another pinnacle of delight and all she had 
to do was wait for it. She gave up her fantasies for a 
moment to get in touch with her body. Timmy's head on 
her breast was delivering a soft caress to her 
unappreciated flesh. His very hard and urgently 
lunging dick was nudging deliciously along the top of 
her cunt in a very sensitive area. Most importantly, 
the front of his pelvis was grinding over her clit 
with just the right firmness and just the right speed.

Sadie came off again and just like the last time she 
pushed her hips up off the pallet, trying to increase 
the pressure of Timmy against her mound. She squealed 
into her gag and strained every muscle to heighten the 
sensation as waves of pure delight crashed upon her 
body. Her hips heaved and Timmy's legs dangled above 
the floor and he bounced on top of her but held on and 
kept pounding into her for the joy her snug pussy was 
slathering over his tender boy-cock. 

Sadie dropped her hips back down to the pallet/bed and 
returned to thrusting against Timmy. She rocked and 
lunged her mound against him in a rhythm counter to 
his. Her frantic bucking became almost enough to 
dislodge him but he held on and kept his happy little 
dobber secure to her crotch in obvious delight of what 
her slippery crevice was providing him. Sadie could 
not help it. She wanted more; deeper fucking, a bigger 
cock, a more imaginative style. It was like the climax 
she had was close to something wonderful but just 
barely missed. She lifted her feet from the floor and 
pulled her knees up toward her chin. She wanted to 
give him better penetration but she felt frustrated.

"Come on," whined Seth after Sadie had settled down 
and Timmy fell back into his regular pace. "You had 
enough. It's my turn." He tugged on Timmy's shirt tail 
to emphasize his demand.

Fair was fair and Timmy knew he had ridden long 
enough. He stopped his humping in mid lunge and 
resolutely lifted himself from Sadie. His boner popped 
up against his waist as he pulled it free. He bent 
over and examined her pussy as if checking on the job 
he had done and then scooted aside for Seth.

Seth moved in as soon as Timmy got out of the way. He 
had gotten some ideas while watching Timmy pump in 
Sadie's patch and he was anxious to get started. Just 
like his last ride, he leaned over Sadie while aiming 
his poker into her quim. 

Sadie was feeling the same frustration since her last 
climax. She wanted some better relief but like an itch 
she could not scratch it was eluding her and she was 
wondering if Seth was going to be enough to satisfy 
her. She thought of trying something new. She lifted 
her legs like before and put her heals on the edge of 
the pallet to rotate her hips back and point her cunt 
upward; allowing Seth to get his crotch closer to hers 
and force him to stroke downward into her.

Seth started right into his fucking. He was more 
aggressive this time and was working to pound his nut-
sack against Sadie's bush. For the first time in any 
of the children's encounters two partners were working 
together toward a more sophisticated goal than just 
friction. Seth was taking advantage of having Sadie's 
thighs out of his way. He got his hips in tight 
against her and parted his own knees enough to close 
the distance between their crotches. He lengthened his 
stroke and was really hammering his stiff little prick 
into her, grunting brutishly as he worked.

Sadie was enjoying their improved attack too. She used 
the position of her feet to add a swirling motion to 
her hips which helped alter the angle of Seth's dick 
in her cunt. It was not everything she wanted from a 
fuck but it was a lot closer to her desires than 
anything she had done yet and she began to moan in 
counter-sync to his grunts. She could sense the 
approach of another good climax and she closed her 
eyes to paint a scene in her mind.

She was so close to reaching her peak she did not hear 
Timmy's shriek. It was actually Seth's abrupt halt 
that got her attention. When she opened her eyes and 
looked up she saw The Stone Man standing in the 
doorway to the shed. The huge man, his head taller 
than the door frame, towered over the three children 
on the floor. His deeply lined face wore a look of 
consternation and shock. The steel chisels he held in 
his gigantic hands dropped to the floor and he stomped 
into the room. 

For a second all was quiet and the four of them froze 
in fear and distress. Timmy was the first to move. 
Without pulling up his pants he jumped to his feet and 
dove out through the loose siding board in almost a 
single motion. 

Seth had a harder time. If he had risen to his feet, 
the old man standing just a yard away, would have 
easily grabbed him. He ducked to the opposite side of 
the pallet, over Sadie's thigh and tugged up his pants 
while on the floor. Mr. Simmons shuffled to stand 
where Seth had been and Seth crawled around to the 
opposite end of the pallet. He was cornered but he had 
speed on his side. He feigned a move toward the door 
and when old Mr. Simmons moved to block it he dashed 
out through the hole like Timmy had. The Stone Man 
awkwardly stepped forward after Seth but he was too 
late, Seth was out the hole before the old man could 
even bend down to reach him. 

Sadie was helpless through the whole debacle. Her fear 
rendered her motionless. Flat on her back with her 
hands tied, she could not have moved anyway. She lay 
in a state of panic as she watched her friends affect 
their escape and all the while hoped they would bring 
her too, but they left without even a note of concern. 
And now, she was alone, bound, and half naked under 
the eyes of the gigantic, fearsome hermit she had 
avoided with dread her whole life.

Looking up, she watched The Stone Man standing at her 
feet. Enormous, his head nearly touched the rafters of 
the small building. His gray hair hung about his head 
in the manner of a man with no society to keep 
appearances up for. His deeply furrowed brow was 
crossed in the frown of angry consternation and 
disbelief. The years of tired labor and long hours of 
lonely pursuits showed in the weary lines on his face. 
His well-kept, but dusty clothes, hung on his gigantic 
frame like a worn out partner of his arduous 
existence. His towering size was the specter of fear 
itself and his still silence formed a myriad of 
unpleasant prospects. Of course, she did not expect 
him to say anything but his brooding stare told her a 
scolding would be the least of her worries. 

She turned her head away and waited for the worst. The 
air in the tiny room got so thick it felt like it 
bound her in place harder than the twine. Anything he 
could do to her seemed preferable to the tensely 
condemning quietness. She very slowly twisted her head 
back to venture a gaze into his mood. He still stood 
there between her feet but he was not scowling at her 
as much as he was fixated on her naked sex, and not 
just in anger but with a trace of wonder.

She could not see his eyes through the thick bush of 
his brow but she could feel his stare burning into her 
bare pussy. She wanted to break away; escape his 
accusing eyes and far worse his still unquenched 
anger. Shame pressed down upon her and she felt like 
crawling into a deep hole to die. What would he do? 
Paddle her; march her home to her mother; then what? 
She had no idea what would happen to her next or how 
her day would end but she found herself longing to be 
safe at home with this terrifying encounter long 
behind her. She wished she had never trespassed on the 
shed and that she and the boys had never started 
playing this game.

The Stone Man stood there between her feet glowering 
down on her with all the rage her imagination had 
built into her perception of him. She could not blame 
him, she had violated his domain and was worthy of his 
contempt and had been caught in the most shameful 
activity imaginable. She awaited his judgment and 
expected something akin to a spanking but absolutely 
dreaded the worst; hauling her before her mother or 
Seth's and Timmy's mothers and telling them what he 
had caught them all doing.

Tears rolled from her eyes at the thought of her doom 
and how her life would be virtually unlivable in all 
this shame. But then her fortune took a turn down an 
even more shocking path. Without taking his eyes off 
of her exposed pussy, the old man slowly took the 
slate board from around his neck and laid it on the 
bench. Sadie watched his big hands move slowly to the 
front of his dusty trousers. She did not have to 
wonder long about her fate when he began to unfasten 
them. Loosening the belt and pulling the pants open, 
he let the garment fall down his legs to the floor. 
Sadie knew then her punishment would fit the crime.

When Sadie caught her first sight of the enormous cock 
Mr. Simmons presented, her eyes grew wide with fright. 
Stifling her amazement that a man might possess so 
huge an organ was the horror that it was about to be 
used on her. It hung menacingly before his hair-
covered loins nearly thrice as long as the boys' 
little dicks and six times as fat, and it was not even 
hard yet. It was darker in color and its skin was 
loose and porous. Its entire length was a meandering 
network of bulging blue veins. The size of a ripened 
plum, the crest was like a rounded arrowhead with a 
blunt tip. Its rim swelled out from the rest of the 
cock by nearly a quarter of an inch and it was a 
raging purple color. 

The big cock throbbed with his heart beat and grew 
with every pulse. It was growing longer, thicker and 
lifting up from its slump to point at her. From 
underneath it she could see his balls hanging 
pendulously, one lower than the other and each the 
size of large eggs. The whole sack hung from his body 
longer than the length of her hand. 

After a long minute of standing there and staring at 
Sadie's bare, open pussy, his enormous dick was 
standing at full attention. She could see the 
underside of it now, the skin stretched smooth over 
brawny firmness. She could see the veins pulsing 
fiercely and the front of the head like some double 
sided plow. Behind it his balls alternately raised and 
dropped out of some preparatory function of his 
aroused state or anticipation of their pending employ. 
The head was swollen even bigger and some fluid had 
welled up through the hole at its tip.

Sadie had to admit that deep in her heart she had 
longed to feel a greater presence within her and now 
that such an opportunity presented itself, she felt a 
curious pang of excitement. However, to see so huge an 
organ standing before her she was apprehensive about 
the pain it might inflict. She knew a woman could open 
up big enough to pass a baby but not without some 
difficulty. A baby!?! A real man was about to have her 
and maybe make her pregnant. Oh such dread! 
Regardless, the Stone Man seemed unlikely to stop and, 
quite frankly, Sadie lacked the fortitude to really 
prevent him.

The man slowly lowered himself to his knees between 
her legs. She pleaded to him with her eyes to 
reconsider, but he seemed to be driven by something 
beyond her persuasive powers. He bent over her and 
eased forward on his knees. Sadie raised her head to 
look down at the doom that was about to befall her un-
tempered pussy and could scarce believe her calamity. 
Beneath his shirttail the gigantic cock pointed down, 
directly at her small, helpless black patch. Closer it 
got, finally brushing over the top of her dark, curly 
nest. 

Viewing the massive thing in perspective to her dainty 
sex and framed by the spread of her young thighs, she 
could finally see how horribly huge his cock was. She 
feared not just for the pain, a tiny notion emerged 
that the thing might seriously injure her. She was too 
frightened to make a sound but she felt like 
screaming. She began to twist and struggle but her 
bound hands limited her ability to move. His hips fell 
down upon hers and seized her motion completely. 

Trapped, she finally found the courage to scream. Her 
voice tore through her throat. Over and over she 
wailed but it fell upon dispassionate ears. He was too 
possessed by his desire to heed her cries. 
Furthermore, the gag in her mouth muffled her screams 
too well to carry outside the shed. She was lost and 
tears streamed from her eyes. She gave herself up to 
her fate and waited for her tribulation to transpire.

He was suspended over her entire body, a contrasting 
juxtaposition of size. Resting on his elbows, the top 
of Sadie's head did not even come up to his chin. His 
broad shoulders and chest completely covered her 
adolescent torso. Her pale, petite thighs were forced 
apart to accommodate his gigantic pelvis. His 
testicles hanging freely in their oversized sack 
rested against Sadie's ass. That monster cock lay 
heavy on her belly and extended from her crotch almost 
up to her ribs. 

She could feel the coolness of his balls against her 
butt-cheeks, the feverish warmth of his dick throbbing 
against her skin, and a chill as a big drop of his 
fluid drooled from his cockhead onto her navel. She 
did not need any more poignant demonstration of what 
she faced. She laid back her head and her eyes looked 
up toward his face to discern his disposition and then 
closed. 

He lowered his body down hers, dragging his big organ 
to its target. He needed no guidance, Sadie's rut with 
the boys had raised her arousal perfectly. Swollen and 
wet, her labia welcomed him like an open gate. 
Dropping in to her moistened groove, his cock was 
poised to take her. He slowly pushed against her and 
his enormous head spread her lips apart and centered 
on her ravaged but anxious opening. 

Sadie tensed. Her young heart thundered in her chest. 
She could well sense his girth and knew its 
implications. Luckily, he was not driven by the same 
impetuous lust as the boys. He pushed ahead slowly, 
letting her immature orifice adjust to him gradually. 
The pain was still just barely within her tolerance, 
Sadie felt like she were being torn apart. The massive 
head squeezed into her, stretching open her untested 
flesh for a task it was scarcely suited to assume. 

Again she squirmed under him and groaned her protest 
into the gag. Gently but firmly he pressed onward 
until at last, the ridge around the head finally broke 
through the narrow passage near the outside of her 
young cunt. He was in her, really in her. She sighed 
in relief, but still wrestled inside herself between 
fear of more pain or other consequences and a deep 
longing for missed gratification.

The Stone Man paused for a brief second or two before 
continuing his invasion. His cock was still dry and he 
needed to spread her wetness about him to ease his 
passage. She recognized at least that much concern in 
him for her well-being. He pushed in a mere quarter on 
an inch and then pulled out a half inch. Sliding back 
and forth in her, he spread her moisture over his 
shaft and helped her cunt adjust to his size. When she 
seemed ready for more he advanced another quarter of 
an inch. And so he claimed her tight pussy tiny bit by 
tiny bit. Consuming her slowly like quicksand instead 
of rapidly like fire.

Sadie's mind was in a dizzying maelstrom of 
conflicting thoughts. She was being raped by a 
mysterious recluse neighbor man who was angry with her 
for trespassing. This filled her with a loathing and 
anger for the filching of her precious body. She was 
being inflicted by a preposterously gigantic organ her 
novel pussy was too small to accommodate. This filled 
her with fear of pain and serious internal damage. She 
was engaged in sexual intercourse with a potent adult 
male. This filled her with an overwhelming 
apprehension about becoming with child and all the 
terrible social stigma such a condition would bring 
upon an underage girl in a small-town community. 

Lastly, her undernourished libido was being treated to 
the kind of physical stimulation she had craved for 
months, sparking a strange receptive impulse within 
her she did not quite understand. And it was this last 
thought that filled her with a lust to wring every 
last sensation she could attain from this impulsive, 
incompatible, and implausible coupling between a 
pretty, young schoolgirl and a dirty old hermit. 

Meanwhile, onward he advanced, and inside, Sadie could 
feel her internal organs shifting, getting pushed 
aside by his steady encroachment, with yet even more 
of his huge cock waiting to enter her. The pain of the 
monster-sized cock was constant. With every inch in 
her she felt her cunt stretched to its limit. For 
every inch her body became adjusted to, more cock was 
shoved into her. Her fists clenched, her heels dug 
into the floor, her body's every muscle tensed against 
the painful invasion and the fear of more. Half of her 
wanted to scream out, 'NO!' And yet, to her dismay, 
half of her was curious, almost hungry to carry this 
contact to its conclusion; to feel what this man could 
give her. Their determined struggle to press 
themselves into a complete union continued one 
marginal bit at a time. If anything, Sadie could be 
thankful for his steady patience; carefully applying 
his manhood to her where he could much more easily 
force it with no concern for her safety was notably 
appreciated.

In what seemed to her an eternity, he finally reached 
Sadie's very limit. With one last heave, she felt the 
big swollen head of his dick pressed up against the 
very back of her adolescent canal. She hoped he 
realized that he had filled her to capacity and in 
spite of the overall discomfort of having her entire 
cunt stretched to near bursting, she wished she could 
have taken his full measure. Whether she would enjoy 
this or not, Sadie was always disappointed by job only 
half done. Her captor, her punisher, her partner was 
not quite finished though, with one last push he 
pressed into her just a bit more. Sadie felt his head 
squeeze tight against her back wall, his balls come to 
rest against her butt, and his pelvic bone was flush 
against hers. He was all the way in her. She had taken 
him completely and amidst all of her fears she reveled 
in that significant accomplishment. 

For a long instant they were both still. They waited 
in the uneasy silence for her twitching cunt-flesh to 
settle around his throbbing cock-flesh. Like a secret 
bargain, their sex organs negotiated terms for the 
ensuing fuck. With a man's cock lodged firmly in her 
young pussy, the single thought that surfaced in 
Sadie's mind was that now, in of all places but this 
dingy old shed, with of all people but this reclusive 
old man, Sadie was an entirely new person. She all at 
once felt matured into a role of giver and taker. A 
woman. What changes could she expect next?

Beginning with a subtle pull Sadie felt within her 
overstuffed quim, the old man set his hips in motion 
and the massive dick started to withdraw from her. Her 
skin clung to it as inch by inch it slid out of her 
and she began to think it might pull her innards out 
with it. In his slow, even motion she felt every bump, 
dip and wrinkle of his gigantic tool drag through her 
narrow channel until all that remained in her was the 
great swollen head. Her relieved passage collapsed on 
itself in his cock's absence and she got a true sense 
of his size in how empty she felt. The emptiness did 
not last long as he pushed his way back into her with 
the same slow, deliberate pace but now aided by her 
own wetness. All the way in the huge prick came, 
pushing out her vagina until it was again stuffed up 
tight against her limit. Out – and his hips lifted 
from her thighs; his balls lifted from her ass. In – 
his hips mashed down against her thighs; his cold 
balls slapped against her butt.

Sadie's heart was aflutter, her breath was ragged, she 
was on a precarious adventure ride of unknown 
consequences. She had no idea what his intentions were 
or in what ways he intended to use her, but fear of 
what effect his enormous size would have on her 
immature body was rapidly waning. Back and forth he 
continued to stroke into her body using the same slow, 
even canter, she was now sure she could at least 
withstand the assault. She relaxed and let her body do 
as nature intended. With each stroke it became easier 
for her pussy to accept his massive cock and as she 
settled into her circumstance she let herself take 
what she could get from this encounter. 

She opened her eyes to see his heaving chest over her 
face. She looked up to his face. His eyes were closed, 
he was lost in his task, closed to all distractions, 
living and working for the pleasure her body was 
giving him. It seemed so odd to her, to fall into such 
consumption, and just moments before they were 
practical strangers in mutually exclusive worlds. She 
did not know if his actions were driven by a need to 
punish her or if he was just overcome by the sight of 
a naked girl. Whatever his state of mind Sadie 
recognized care in him for at the very least her 
comfort. Though he was focused on having off with her, 
he had tried deliberately to save her from great pain 
when he really did not have to. 

She let her mind go and the circumstances that brought 
them together began to fade away. The sensations her 
body was giving took center stage in her mind. That 
big dick of his was affecting her in ways and in 
places the boys never could. Her pussy felt so full 
and so completely utilized. The slow movement of it 
within her allowed her to feel all of its intricate 
contours rolling over her sensitive inner flesh. She 
found it quite easy to start enjoying this encounter 
as the exact kind of fuck she had always craved.

His pace was more steady now. Long strokes delivered 
constant bliss to every inch of her cunt walls. His 
cock jammed in and out of her as his hairy pubis 
brushed up snug against her clit. She was feeling her 
excitement mount and she started to participate in the 
act by swirling her hips in circles to add extra 
friction to his movement within her.

She did not need Errol Flynn, or Clark Gable, or even 
Frank Sinatra. She was enjoying her fuck for what it 
was. A real man's cock was stimulating her in her 
neglected depths at a soothing and highly pleasurable 
pace. Without forethought, preparation or even a 
modicum of effort she could feel a climax approaching. 
To her absolute disbelief, she had allowed an old man 
she had feared all her life to take her and he was 
giving her an orgasm in a place she would not be 
caught dead. 

It was on her in an instant, a huge climax. She 
planted her feet firmly on the floor and pushed her 
hips up against him. The electric jolt of overwhelming 
ecstasy seized her and all her muscles convulsed. She 
did not hesitate to vocalize her satisfaction with 
deep moans of pleasure. Inside, her pussy clutched and 
twitched around the invading penis in ways she had 
never felt with her smaller suitors. Sadie strained 
through the ordeal and enjoyed it with every last 
expanse of her senses. At last, she collapsed, 
physically drained and her mind whirling in dismay.

The Stone Man was undaunted by her episode. He 
continued his steady boring of her small, rag-doll 
body, sheathing and unsheathing himself in her snug 
warmth. In only three strokes she had awoken from her 
stupor and with a new yearning to play an active part 
in their act. She wanted to feel more of that 
wonderful sensation his cock was creating in her cunt. 
With his next long, steady lunge in she lifted her 
hips up and it rewarded her by forcing his cockhead to 
scrape the roof of her cunt. 

She wanted her clit to greet his pelvic bone when he 
was flush against her so she pushed her hips forward, 
into his thrust and her clitoris greeted him just as 
his great head mashed against her womb. As he pulled 
out she wanted his shaft to drag on the top of her 
pussy's mouth so she dropped her hips down. She next 
pulled her hips back to prepare for his re-entry. It 
worked so beautifully for her, she partnered with him 
in fucking her and it felt oh so fantastic to ride his 
dick in full motion. 

Stroke after stroke they worked together. Round and 
round she cycled her hips. She moaned richly with his 
every charge into her. As her pleasure mounted she 
hungered for more participation, more inclusion. She 
opened her legs wider to feel more of his flesh 
against her. She pulled her knees up higher to allow 
him even deeper. Her fingers gathered the material of 
his shirt and she clenched it tight in her fists. She 
then hooked her heels behind his thighs for leverage. 
They moved as one, an impassioned couple united in the 
rite of sex, and her active grind against him spurred 
him on. 

His pumping into her became more determined. He 
hammered against her faster. They both breathed 
heavily in their effort and their lust. Harder and 
quicker they joined their hips together. There was no 
hiding it for either of them that their struggle was 
nearing a tremendous crescendo. Each thrust of his 
mighty cock smashed into the back of her cunny, his 
balls slapped against her ass, her weeping pussy sweat 
matted their pubes flat. Her shoes dug into the backs 
of his legs, his hips bruised her thighs, her moans 
slowly became grunts. Yes, she was so very close and 
she wanted desperately to make it with him.

He gave her one last deep thrust. With his dick-head 
pressed tight against the back of her cunt he froze. 
She froze with him wanting to experience his release 
with all of her attention. Squeezing their organs 
tight between their hips, his orgasm burst within her. 
Sadie felt a throb go through his turgid length 
greater than any she had yet felt. Then came a gush, a 
distinct spurt against the back of her canal and with 
it a swelling, a pocket of fluid warmth opening up. 
She gasped; a potent man's cum had just surged into 
her fertile, young quim, and she was elated by what 
her young, inexperienced cunny had made him do. 
Another mighty squirt shot from him. And another. 

Sadie held on tight, it was so erotically wonderful to 
feel his culmination spill into her. She gave a long 
groan in celebration. She felt another spurt and still 
more. She wondered at how much he had spent and how 
much more he would give. She still clung tight to him, 
anxious to feel every last drop of his expenditure. 
And he still kept shooting. She lost count of the tiny 
pulses at the end of his amazing rod. She could feel 
by the expanding mass around the head of his dick that 
he had already deposited a considerable pool of semen 
in her. She then felt the pool start to seep out 
around his deeply lodged tool. The growing fluid 
expanse slowly pushed its way around the intricate 
contours of his weapon and down her cunt. And finally, 
the pulses subsided.

With his cock spent, old Mr. Simmons remained tensed 
and rigid within her, still enjoying the remnants of 
his mighty climax. But Sadie was not done yet. She 
reveled in feeling his orgasm erupt inside her but she 
had gotten so close herself and she wanted her release 
too. Gripping him firmly with her calves she began to 
squirm and roll her hips under his. She tried 
everything she could in the cramped space beneath him 
to rub her tender pussy around him and feel just a 
little bit more of his wonderful dick moving within 
her. She bumped and strained until her tightly 
squeezed clit triggered her relief. Like her last 
episode, a spasm of pleasure tore through her in great 
waves. With it came the same convulsions throughout 
her pussy.

She felt her cunt clutch, tug, and gently chew on the 
massive dick it hosted. Subtly, her pussy pulsed 
around his cockhead and his considerable ejaculate; 
gently churning it and at the same time sucking it 
into her open womb. Sadie hoped more than anything 
that he felt it too; it was her tribute to him. In her 
delirium of joy she floated, with him in his joy. They 
rode delight together.

At that point it just got real quiet and still. They 
each slowly relaxed and their bodies settled onto the 
lumpy pallet and each other. Post-sex peace soothed 
their agitated nerves into restful bliss. Sadie was 
nervous, she did not know what would come next or in 
what mood he would be in after their rut. She hoped he 
would be pleased with her because she rather fancied 
doing that some more. Maybe he was waiting for a sign 
from her. Neither gave one. She cleared her throat. He 
scratched his nose. All else was serenity.

After their long, thoughtful period of reflection, he 
was the first to move. He rose up on his hands above 
her and then started pulling his hips away from hers. 
She felt let down, like when a carnival ride was over. 
None the less, she unhooked her heels from him and let 
him go. Her flesh reluctantly let go of his as inch by 
bumpy inch his impressive cock was retracted from her. 
She lifted her head to watch the spectacle. She saw 
their pubic patches part and stretching between them, 
the great gnarled rope of flesh that had delighted her 
so, now glistened with her moisture. He pulled out to 
the point where only his bulbous dick-head still 
engaged her and she marveled that a cock longer than 
her forearm had been entirely within her. With one 
last tug her clinging pussy's lips let go of the 
bloated head. Slowly rising to his feet the monstrous 
organ swung free from its attachment to Sadie and 
dangled almost to the old man's knees.

Sadie could not take her eyes off it. It swayed 
between his thighs as the old man staggered backwards 
from between Sadie's legs. He braced himself against 
the bench before plopping himself down on the stool. 

Sadie struggled to sit up. The physical toll of all 
her antics while lying on her back caused the blood to 
rush to her head and make her dizzy. Slumping forward, 
she looked down to see a great glob of her partner's 
semen spill out of her pouting lips and dribble onto 
the canvas. She watched the thick white fluid roll 
slowly down and it filled her with a sense of wonder 
about herself and the man she had just entertained. 
She distractedly unwound the twine from one hand and 
then the other and shook it from her wrists. Her hand 
weakly pulled the handkerchief from her mouth and she 
lifted her head to speak. 

Before she could make the words come from her mouth, 
the old man reached under his arm to pull the slate 
and chalk from the bench. He scrawled on it hastily 
and then turned it to show Sadie. It read simply, "SO 
SORRY". He had underlined the word sorry three times. 
He turned his head in shame and began to cry. He bent 
over and silently sobbed in a pitiful fashion, his 
whole body shook with every heave of his chest. It was 
apparent to her that he acted entirely out of his 
nature and was driven only by forces he could not 
control. She could see quite clearly he regretted what 
he had done to her and felt both ashamed of himself 
and unworthy of her forgiveness. 

For a sobering moment Sadie paused and watched his 
sorrow spill from him and tried to understand his 
feelings. As best as she could surmise, she reasoned 
that he must think that he had hurt her or at least 
taken advantage of her bound position. She wanted to 
reach out to him, comfort him, and convince him that 
it was all an illusion. She wanted to tell him she was 
not hurt and had in fact enjoyed what they had done 
together. She did not know how. 

Her heart went out to him. In that instant she saw the 
kindness within him bound up by the loneliness of his 
circumstances. She saw goodness in him, if not for 
what he had given her already, then for the tenderness 
he was exposing to her now. He was not the maligned 
hermit she had characterized him as her whole life, he 
was a good man with only a maligned life. She wanted 
to comfort him and ease his pain for, at the very 
least, she also began to see in him a very striking 
resemblance to Gary Cooper.

She tried to stand up but her legs buckled under the 
strain and she fell forward against him. He moved 
quickly and caught her in his big arms and gently set 
her on her knees before him. Sadie reached out to 
embrace him and he pushed her back, turning his head 
away and sobbing his remorse. Sadie persisted, pushing 
her way between his arms she reached around his chest 
and pulled herself against him.

"It's alright. I'm alright," she said as she laid her 
head against his chest. "Shhhhh. Don't cry. Everything 
is just fine."

His sobbing stopped as he was obviously stranded in a 
circumstance he did not quite understand how to 
respond to. He was caught off guard and did not know 
how to react to her. His arms slowly settled around 
her, reluctantly returning her embrace. He did not 
seem to know how to respond or why Sadie clung to him 
but he resolved it in the only kind of reaction he 
could make.

Sadie clarified herself. "That was wonderful," she 
offered. "I feel happy and I want you to feel happy 
too." And with that simple exchange the couple settled 
into another long silence only now with a better grasp 
of each other's mood. As she nestled against his chest 
she felt her pussy weep. Another great mass of his 
semen oozed from her nether lips and ran slowly down 
the inside of her thigh. Her mind dwelt on it as it 
passed and on where it came from and how she had 
acquired it. Pregnancy suddenly seemed to her like a 
trivial concern, her mind was filled with the beauty 
of sex and how procreation was woven into such a 
wonderful act. 

"We were good for each other," she continued. "When 
people do good things for each other they should be 
friends. You're my friend now and I want to be yours."

His slow reply was a soft pat on her back and it made 
her feel warm inside, not only to have made this 
contact but to be in a man's embrace again with her 
father gone for so long. With that, she rose to her 
feet and sat herself on his lap. Sadie threw her arms 
around him and he hugged her tight in return. The mood 
within the dirty little shack suddenly transformed 
into one of warmth and happiness. Like sunshine 
bursting through the clouds the pair's relationship 
changed as well into one of understanding and 
familiarity. Sadie picked up his slate and handed it 
to him and from there began a long exchange of 
questions, answers, and deep revelations of feelings 
and impressions.

Sadie explained the sex game she had played with the 
boys so that he would understand her needs and sexual 
awareness. She learned from him his name was Walter 
and that he had had a gift for sculpture since he was 
a boy. A wealthy patron sponsored him and he was sent 
to Italy to study The Masters. He left his studies and 
came back home to enlist in Mr. Wilson's war and it 
was in France that he was wounded. He had been here 
working in stone ever since. From there on their 
conversation covered all aspects of life and their 
feelings within it. They learned a great many things 
about each other and enjoyed the time immensely. 

They talked past the afternoon and into the early 
evening until at last it was time for Sadie to go 
home. They got dressed and Walter walked her to her 
house. As they passed Seth's house, she thought she 
saw the curtains move and she smirked to herself that 
Seth probably thought he was in the deepest trouble 
ever. Walter brought her to her front gate, kissed her 
hand, and they silently parted with warm smiles.

Her mother was a bit distraught about where she had 
been but when she explained she was helping Mr. 
Simmons, Sadie's mom was pleased and even thanked her 
for being so conscientious and kind.

In the following days Sadie became an almost constant 
feature in the home of Walter, the old stone carver. 
She made a bee-line for his house every day after 
school. They spent hours conversing over their lives, 
their thoughts and their feelings. Sadie made herself 
indispensable as she cooked and cleaned for him and 
she found a new direction for her life. 

Sadie became his model and posed for his sculptures. 
Walter found new inspiration from her and her faith in 
him. He brought stone to life in the image of Sadie's 
shapely, nubile form. A long-dormant talent re-awoke 
in his hands and emerged in his work. In time, news of 
his talent spread and the art world roundly celebrated 
the vitality he wrought from stone.

And there was time for love too. To quench the fire 
that burned in both of them they fell into their 
passion and would retire to his squeaky old bed for 
inspired and deeply satisfying love-making. It was an 
awakening for them both and they learned about their 
bodies and sex like two naïve children at the dawn of 
discovery. Many afternoons of conversation or modeling 
broke over the bedsprings; a tall, sinewy man pressing 
his tremendous sword to the extreme limit of a tender 
young girl's yearning sheath.

Of course, it was hard for Sadie when the day came to 
tell her mother she was carrying Mr. Simmons' child. 
But the joy in Sadie's heart helped to smooth the 
shock. They were wed and Sadie dropped out of school 
to devote herself to her new home and family. Walter 
took money he had saved over the decades and built for 
her a fabulous new house at the end of the lane, 
surrounded with beautiful sculptures lovingly crafted 
by his own hands. In the years that followed Sadie 
filled the fabulous house with happy children and they 
all lived out their days without care or concern.

All through the small town people openly wondered for 
years why such a pretty, young girl would commit her 
life to a tired, old recluse of a man or how such an 
unlikely couple could be so in love. For Sadie and The 
Stone Man, life was the answer to its own riddles. 

END

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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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