Gender: Male Age: 55 Location: Australia
|Introduction: Taboo - Max finds moral beliefs are shot when his online adventures take him back to the past|
]FINDING KRISSY - fantasy only,M/f, taboo, young, agegap,consensual,romance.
#Warning - This is a fantasy ony. If consensaul sex between adults and minors offends, then please do not read on.
“No mate, just not into the “singles bar” shit. Yeah, yes of course there are some damn hot girls but too young Ken, not my age and I am not going to feel that humiliation of rejection when they ‘flick” me off. Fuck they make me feel like an old pervert Ken, they’re not interested in someone old enough to be their father or grandfather God forbid. That’s right. Yes, no, no mate you are on your own sorry. Yep see ya and hey, good luck okay?”
I put the phone down having decided my fate for the evening and probably the entire weekend. Ken my single friend from work and some 8yrs younger then me at 40, had pestered me into the night life scene about two months ago and I had gone along with great expectations at first but now just wanted no more of it.
At 48 life to me Max Wellsford, had become mundane.
I had finally broken away from my ex live-in lady and her two snooty nosed teenage boys. Quite frankly the lot of them had taken over some six years earlier making my life a frustrating daily grind to a point I no longer wanted to come home in the evenings and volunteered regularly for the overtime available at work.
Sandra was not a bad women, it was just that I never fell in love.
Her sexual appetite second to none from my past, a lady that liked to be a perfect slut in the bedroom in contradiction to her daily real estate life of glamour and public appearances. It was sad when she left for both of us but I believe she felt the same and the boys could not get out quick enough, away from my strict old-fashioned curfews and such.
Me and the boys never bonded and continually compared me to their ”great” father now overseas in an embassy posting. Not that he ever called them but he did remember birthdays and Christmas, spoiling them with the latest electronic gadgets and computers.
It was one of the boy’s laptop computers that first drew my attention to the sites I now use in my loneliness.
It had been left on the kitchen table late one night when I came home and as I touched it to close, the screen lit up on a site he was obviously a member of, teenfriendfinder.com. I used the in built mouse to have a look over the page and then saw some affiliate sites listed and clicked on two other links before finding the first one that curiosity had me join.
It was a typical lonely-hearts site and one with free viewing of profiles. A couple of woman close to my age convinced me to join with their sexy photo displays and seducing words. I decided that my id for this sites and others I might join would be “romantic_fuddy_duddy” and I’d use the name “Lex” as an alias.
As a beginner I did not want to confuse myself with too many forgettable id combinations. I did not add a photo and left it alone without thinking too much about it.
The mistake I made was putting my work email as a contact and was surprised the next morning receiving two flirts.
That afternoon I bought my own laptop under the guise of taking work home.
I would sneak into my den and surf around as a whole new world opened up to me and by “child and error” soon become adapt at using the sites and chat-rooms.
It did not take me long before I had full profiles listed on as many as 5 other sites and each night it was a real rush to check and see who wanted to chat or communicate. Some very attractive and some hopelessly big and out of my ball- park always got my sympathy. I would always give their pics a vote of 10 out of 10 just for being brave enough to show.
Now alone with Sandra and her boys having left on almost amicable terms some 2 months earlier, these sites quickly became my new “best friend”
So here I was on a warm Friday night happy in my depression to be with my new “safe” friends and giving Ken’s plans the flick once more.
Dinner over I sat in front of the bright screen in the darkness of my office with a bourbon and coke for company as I methodically visited each site for news.
I only felt further depressed as nothing new had come in and I had exhausted my time with others becoming bored in their typical banter and lame role-playing.
The same old lines without any imagination, “fuck me hard big boy yes, put your big cock in my sloppy wet pussy” and so on. It was just not working for me and even the one time I went on cam with a lady, I found it hard to get hard and cum and so deserted that idea quickly out of further possible embarrassments.
I surfed some more and found a new site, agematch.com. “Interesting lets have a little look here” I thought and proceeded to search profiles.
Many of the woman or girls I should say stated they wanted to be with ‘older” men.
I had not seen so many seemly willing sexy young women expressing this fantasy so I quickly knocked up a profile as a standard member again without a profile picture and entered the free chat room.
There was only about 30 members chatting and the men out numbered the females tthree to one. Some ladies looking for younger bucks and just the two younger girls seeking older males and getting plenty of attention as the room bombarded in a not so respectful fashion.
I looked at the 26yr old’s profile and let it be, she was a plumb young lady with a pretty face but of no interest to me. The other profile took my eye as I first seen her photo and read below. Such a young innocent face with beautiful pale porcelain skin with a tentative half smile and secret sad looking deep green eyes looked back at me and told me there was something familiar here. I read on;
18 yrs Sydney East
Shy at first looking for fun older man maybe more
The rest of the information very simple and short;
Sexual orientation: Experimental
Height: 5’3” (160cm)
Weight: 112lbs (52.0kg)
Body type: Petite
Education: Some High School
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Bra size: Prefer not to say
About you: I am a girl!!
Ideal match: I nice older man 30-70 willing to see inside.
I looked at her picture again. Just a bust shot displaying cheap looking costume chains and necklaces with colored beads in bobbles in her hair. It was an image more like from the 80’s, a little scratchy but never the less, still very pretty and something very familiar.
“Do I know you girl? God there is something about you I am sure.” I said leaving the profile on the task bar and returning to the chat room.
“Damn, she is gone!” her last comment some minutes ago was ‘fuck off ya fucking perverted sicko maniac.”
She had gotten into a verbal brawl with two other men, one 44yr old from the UK and another 32 yr old from the US, both had tag-teamed satisfying their own humor with degrading text and abuses. I felt very sorry for her though she was not so shy with her replied rhetoric making me laugh at her witty comments albeit, full of foul language.
“So your are a feisty little girl then Annie. Good for you young lady.” I mused then called up her profile and posted a quick wink before sending a short email;
Saw you in the room and wanted to say hello but it looks like some assholes chased you away before I could “buzz” you.
I do not know if we are a match in anyway but would love a chance to chat sometime, maybe offer a shoulder to unload on if you like. Got a good heart and compassionate mind about sums me up in brief but I am sure there is more to tell ~smiles~
Take care Annie and be safe.
Lex ( Romantic_fuddy_duddy.)
Shrugging my shoulders I pressed send finding the whole process entertaining and got up and went to the kitchen to make another drink with a bathroom stop-over before returning to surf some more.
The screen task bar was flashing “Private chat request” and I immediately opened the box accepting.
“idn..just for sending I guess”
“you’re very welcome honey”
“Please, don’t call me honey..no offense..just does not sit well okay?”
“Yup, no problems”
The opening conversation went with small talk before Annie asked about me in rapid fire questions of who are you? Where do you live? Married? Got kids” Where do you work? Etc to which I told her;
“Call me Lex (never give my real name on these sites sorry) I live in Parramatta, never married, no kids, work in sales for an import company. Let me see, own my own home, quiet comfortable financially, happy in myself, um, just looking about to see who is out here in this cyber space thingy, oh, and very new to the net lol, be kind.” I posted a quick brief
“Cool, at least you are in Sydney. So why did you join this site and how come there is no picture?”
“I haven’t had time to post my ugly face, lol, and the site I only just came across. I don’t know, maybe just experimental to see what happens I guess.” I replied sparked by her reference to us living relatively close.
“I C, so you have a fantasy of being with a younger girl huh? Just won’t admit it? ~winks~ she flirted back.
“Um, now maybe, never really thought about it before though I have to admit going to singles bars in search of anyone, lol, only to get slapped in the face so the whole thing scares me a little.”
“Come on Lex, you can tell me, A bit of tight young pussy would make any man want right?” she shocked me.
“Okay. Lol, You got me Annie. I don’t think too many men would baulk at such a scenario. Lol.” I typed, the conversation quickly causing my cock to swell in my track pants.
“That’s better old man, I would have been disappointed if you said otherwise. ~winks~
“May I ask about you Annie? What is the Annie story?” I sent politely and with respect.
“Not sure if I am ready for that yet, sorry, suffice to say I am here because I have always had a fantasy for older men. Do you think that is weird?”
“I understand, maybe after you know me a little better when some trust is there huh? Um, no not weird, just different I guess. No different to someone being gay or having a particular fetish. That is my take and something I never really thought about.”
“Thanks Lex, you are nice”
“Awe shucks. You are welcome. ~smiles~”
“Lol and funny.”
I was pleased to sense her likable attitude and pushed a little further.
“Okay, can you tell me then how this liking for older men came about then? Oh, and what is a preferred age?” I asked a little selfishly.
“Okay cool. Yeah um, first the age does not matter so long as they are at least 15 years older then me and well, I’m not really sure why, I just think older men are not as competitive and a lot less complicated. II seems like they, well most, can be just nice, as if age makes them content and knowing, more understanding if you like. Oh and it helps if they have a “reliable” cock of course. Lol. You still get the fuckwit assholes of course and as for how? Something I developed as a young kid, I am sure of that. I’ll tell you this much nosy Lex ~grins~ I never really had a mom or dad and was pretty well left on my own at home, told to get out of the house so they could ”entertain” as they fucking called it. I just found myself over next door a hell of a lot. A really nice man he was. I think he felt sorry for me roaming the streets at that age 7 and 8 and always made sure I had lunch there with him, kept me fed and even had me clean up, bath and all. No there was never any drama’s sexually, he was just a fucking real nice man and I always felt safe with him. Mom and dad could care less ~shrugs~
There it was again, that familiar stirring of knowing more again. I quickly looked at her picture again but nothing came.
“Wow, thank you Annie. Easy to understand that, I don’t suppose you might…”
“Hey, bugger, sorry have to run Lex nice talking.” Her post interrupted.
“Oh okay, love to again Annie bye, take care.”
“Sure I’ll be back in about an hour if you are still on okay. Bye!” And she was gone.
I re-read the scrip a couple of times racking my brain as I compared similar events in my life.
Before I met Sandra I was living alone over in Ringwood and next door in a rented property was this little 5yr old girl who I befriended on weekends.
I felt very sorry for her but not for her “druggie” parents and had discovered during that short period, a deep-seated paternal instinct that had eluded me through life not having bared any children of my own.
It was me that reported the lack of parental care to the Department of Children only to see the place raided a few weeks later and the parents arrested for supply. Apparently one room in the house was set up with elaborate hydroponics and a street value of over $100,000 worth of dope discovered almost at maturity.
I never saw little Kristen Reynard again and often wondered what had happened. I did find out she had become a ward of the state and was in foster care. That would make Kirsten about 16 or 17 now.
Closing my laptop I went into the lounge to see if the cricket could distract my interest.
I fell asleep with the aided affects of the small amount of alcohol consumed, waking with a start about two hours later. The humid night left my t-shirt wet and sticking to my back so I decided to shower and shake some of the cobwebs aside.
Her pretty image blurred my vision as I let the steamy hot jets shower hard to my face amazed to discover my cock stir half full before washing, rinsing in the sudden chill of cold and stepping out to dry.
A middle age physic reflecting back from the vanity mirror had me take a closer look before dressing and an anxious want to investigate my new site for a sign from my new young friend.
“Not bad for an “old man” Annie” I caught myself laughing.
I proudly kept fit running at least once a week and golfing on weekends when the weather suited.
I was bigger now of course then my more intense football days, about one or maybe two stone heavier but a solid look never the less. Thick thighs and muscular calves a testament to my youth. A little hairy for today’s society with a thick mat of grey over my chest, matching my receding temples, gone was any resemblance to the thick brown hair of the past. The only drawback I felt sucking in my stomach was the inevitable small pot that age could not counter.
The habit of “grooming” my genitalia still with me from my time with Sandra who had convinced me to try, something I found very sexual now. I was not well endowed by any means but happy enough with my average 5 inches of manhood albeit it now dangling at a soft 3 inches, something Sandra often teased me about in an affectionate manner and had often fallen asleep with it in her hands after an evening of hard sex. I pulled on some silky feeling boxers and skipped downstairs to the den.
Annie’s box was alight as soon as I opened;
“Lex, you there? (7:12pm)
“Please come back Lex” (7:48pm)
“I am staying on line Lex. If you come back buzz me” (8:21pm)
My heart Jumped, flattered that she had waited and tried to reach me. “What time is it? Fuck! 9:07pm. All registered in the rush as I took up my seat in front of the glowing screen, excited like an adolescent kid as I quickly posted in haste spelling her name incorrectly in the haste.
“Annnie? re you there?
“Oops Annie sorry. Be there Please. So Sorry. This “old man” had a “nanny nap” lol”
I corrected my grammar fast. Then waited watching for the screen to show me a sign.
“So you are an old “fuddy duddy” then Lex? How are you?
“Oh great you are still there. So sorry Annie, I fell asleep had a shower and just came back in. Yes, real well thank you, could stay up all night now. lol”
“hmmm, and just what would staying “up” infer huh Lex? Are we that virile then? ~winks~
“Haha very funny Annie. This “old man” might surprise some just the same. lol”
“Maybe you could surprise me Lex? I could do with some nice “attention” right now. What do you say? Are you up for it old man? ~sniggers~”
“Cheeky girl, be careful what you ask for. I might just take you up on it!”
“Okay Lex, do you ever role play here on these sights?’
“I’d be telling lies if I said no Annie. What have you got in mind?” I replied. Now I was getting excited. Just thinking of playing with some one so young was a huge turn on. I was already hard in my shorts waiting for her reply.
“Well if you promise not to be angry I’d like to age play, have you ever done that Lex?”
My mind raced in excited ignorance.
“Um, you may have to explain Annie. I’ll just say I have done some pretty way out there roles for woman so nothing would surprise and I will tell you, I judge no body on these sites, no matter what kink or fetish they request.” I posted back politely so keen to know what she had in mind.
“That’s good Lex. I want to play young, very young. I want to be 12 or 13 and you are my next-door neighbor. Is that okay?”
“Oh hell Annie, you want me to play a pedophile? I don’t know about that.” I was surprised and a little disappointed.
“No, yes, well kind of but not a predator Lex. I don’t know let me explain more. You have been next-door for as long as I remember and we are just the best of friends. I am always running across to your place. My parents like and trust you as a good family friend. Um, I just want to try this Lex. It really turns me on to think of my little bald slit all wet for my handsome “second uncle” neighbor. I am at that curious age, innocent but wanting to know things and I manage to get you to help me, show me about my body, discover it. Oh and yours of course. Have you never thought what it would be like Lex?”
Why was my cock so damn hard?
“No really Annie but I am game I guess. I’d like to try this. My god you know how to stir an "interest” lol"
I felt a mix of shame and intense erotic arousal as a picture quickly formed in my mind of a young girl naked before me in all her adolescent glory. Small budding breast and hairless or light fuzzed covered pussy all wrapped in smooth unblemished skin.
“Oh cool Lex let me set it up and see where it goes okay? Remember, no judgments made at this end or at yours okay and it will be great fun, you’ll see….”
My brain exhausted some 3 hours later from the constant wish to be equally creative and imaginative as this young woman as I read her next post. My cock remaining hard during the whole episode and now squished about in socking pre-cum on my boxers.
“Wow Lex that, this is awesome don’t you think? End chapter one? We can continue this love story? ~smiles and hugs~”
“Man Annie, you are so good at this. I don’t think any play has ever been so good and I like the romance aspect. To think a man my age could be so lucky..haha” Such a bad/good little girl you are ~hugs~”
We had traveled a path in a world I had never thought about, sexually extremely arousing and romantically very satisfying. We had managed to keep the story clean and respectful even though the content was wild and at times crude. It was in fantasy only and something to dream about.
“Thank you Lex, thank you for sharing my fantasy so articulate and warmly. I really believed your words. It was like it was so real to me and my God, I am so, so wet here. I came about 3 times. How about my handsome old next door neighbor Lex? Did little Annie make his nice cock blow?”
It was such a first time experience to me. Chatting so erotically and intimately with this pretty looking young girl was a huge turn on. Now as she typed back telling me more personally how our story had affected her was even bigger. To think of her playing herself to orgasm within my words made my already hard cock jerk more. Feeling bold with a new license of open honesty with this girl I posted back;
“Christ Annie how could I? I needed both hands on the keyboard to keep up. Lol I will tell you however that I sit here now in my boxers hard as a rock with my cock swimming in pre-cum dribble. You are one hot girl Annie, thank you and yes, we must continue soon chapter two that is, tomorrow night?”
“Please yes, I will be online tomorrow Lex. I can not wait but first do me a favor please?”
“I want you to cum for me now before I have to go. I want to imagine you jerking your cock Lex. You painted such a lovely story and description of your character. I know it is you whom you describe Lex and I want you to make your self cum for me. I'd love it.”
Again her words made me so excited.
“Oh man Annie, I wish it were true, that you were here. I do not think it will take long honey. I have needed to burst all this time. Lol” I replied keenly.
“Wonderful Lex, you are so sweet. I really would love to be there with you right now, watching you. Imagine that Lex, look at my profile pic and jerk your thick cock for me. Imagine I am sitting across from you naked, my legs spread and my fingers shiny wet digging into my young tight pussy. (I am you know ~winks~) Do it Lex, fuck you cock for me and tell me when you cum. God I am so hot thinking about you.”
I did as she asked quickly standing to drop my shorts, my cock swaying about as if searching for a prey. Her profile open as I began to jerk my fat blood swelled cock.”
“Okay Annie. I am doing as you say, imagining your pretty face looking at me, like in our story. Little Annie so excited as I show her how I cum as she sits naked in the bath. My God this is hot!!”
I exploded, turning my self away from the desk to shoot two long thick spurts on the carpet before another 4 or 5 pumped free.
“Cuming here Lex…”(12:04am)
The post two minutes ago I realized after I used some tissues to clean up.
“Oh fuck Annie I came harder then I can remember honey it was awesome” (12:06 am)
“Coming back baby?” (12:17am)
“Okay, good night Annie. I am hoping you just fell asleep?” (12:32am)
I reluctantly shut down the computer not quite sure if she in fact did just crash or whether like many times before, the ladies just disappeared after they got their kicks. I picked up my sodden boxers and headed naked upstairs to bed. Not bothering to dress I crawled between the cool sheets and found sleep remarkably quick.
The alarm woke me and I nearly smashed in a fury both at it and myself. It was Saturday morning and I had forgotten to dismantle the alarm the night before, not for the first time on a weekend where I like to sleep in a little longer.
Switching the side table radio on I listened to the 8 o’clock news bulletin trying to fall back into the luxury of extra sleep but to no avail.
I was thinking of her, “Orphan Annie” and not just of her picture but her mind and the way she depicted this young innocent girl I had seduced the night before.
”What a wonderfully wicked mind she has.” I said with a smile as my naked manhood stirred.
Throwing back the covers I quickly decided to get up and plan some sort of day ahead, walking to the shower with a cock half hard swinging to and fro as if in search of attention.
Washing and soaping into a foamy lather my hand was soon seducing my hard shaft with eyes closed as the water beat on my face.
“Yes little Annie, be a good slut girl and suck Uncle Lex’s nice cock. Oooohhh, yes such a naughty girl you are” my voice groaned an echo in the small tiled cubicle.
“Here it comes baby girl. Oooohhh, oooohhh, yeeessss!! Good girl, good lil slut girl, swallow Lex’s creamy cum feed” I called in orgasm mimicking part of the erotic role-play from the night before as my cock exploded.
Leaning back on the cold tiles letting the shower jets wash away the evidence of my new found lust as my mind swam in more erotic thoughts of this lovely young looking kid. Interrupted as a golden trail of pee released to be flushed by the shower stream before I washed my hair and was done.
“What on earth are you thinking Lex? This sexy little nymphet has bewitched you.” I laughed at my reflection then brushed my teeth and headed out to dress, just pulling on a t-shirt and track pants for now, not expecting any visitors.
I took my coffee and then straight to the den hoping in anticipation that Annie may have left me an offline message only to be disappointed.
“yourfukslut” had left me an invitation to join her on line later that day. A woman in her mid 30’s that I had raped and abused in an office sex scene that had never reached any great heights for me which I was amused by when she confessed to cuming numerous times.
The other message from a standard “dating” site asking where I have been and obviously a little na? as it had been over two weeks since we last chatted and about the 10th messaged she had left.
“Sorry darling, I am just not interested. I’m off that site for now. I have some things to sort out. Take care and good luck yeah?” I sent back copying a previous message sent 4 days earlier to her.
Nothing there from Annie.
“Fuck Lex, all a bit depressing old mate.” I said to myself as I moved back to the kitchen, diverting to get the newspaper off the front lawn and settle reading, looking for some interest to take me out for the day.
I did go out about an hour later after my third glance at the lonely screen of the computer, deciding to mix in at a local fair on the sports ground near by. The outing more in feeling sorry for my 2yr old white Labrador “Ajax” who was pinning at the back door while I read the paper. I usually found time to walk him each day but the week interrupted by colder weather and showers, had put paid to the normal plans and Ajax had missed the last two days.
While the trip killed 3 hours of the day loitering about the many stalls of arts and crafts, second hand goods and antiques and feeding from a variety of samples of different cultural cooking, it did not distract my thoughts away from the erotic age play “Orphan Annie” I had shared the night before. In fact I was quiet disgusted at myself and my new perversion that saw my eyes wondering over just about every pre-teen girl that was in my scope, comparing each body and trying to put a face to the character Annie had played. Looking for the obvious new bumps and hip shaping state of their pubescent growth and the look of their tight little asses as they walked toward me.
It did not matter if they were in a group or with parents, I still felt myself drawn into sneaking glimpses and in one case stalking a young girl in front in an attempt to see her face.
“Time to get home Ajax.” I said heading back to the street feeling shamefully sick within myself because of the way my thinking was heading. The girls and there were many, would never have been threatened by me, my God I could never. the shame was simply a moral issue gnawing away at my conscious, challenging all my “proper” beliefs.
“What the fuck have you done to me Annie? You have made Lex feel and act like a predatorial pervert. Maybe I should just go out tonight and fuck these thoughts away once and for all?” I thought to myself as Ajax was let off his led to sprint the last 100 meters home.
“Your there Uncle Lex? Your little cum slut baby girl is missing you bad” (1:23pm)
“Buzz” (1:33pm )
“Awe okay. I have got to run. There is some real shit going down here and I need to fuck off for a while. Hope we can catch up later Uncle Lex, lil Annie misses you and needs you.” (1:41pm)
I slowly sat as if waiting for a bomb to go off and re-read her messages 4 or 5 more times, hopelessly aroused by her bold words to me, a complete stranger in reality.
“Am I missing something here? Damn girl, was that last bit in character or for real, ‘misses you and needs you’. Don’t even think Lex. It’s her character talking and she’s only 18 for god’s sake, over 30 years difference.” I said loudly to myself accepting it as flattery.
“Lex will be about most of the afternoon and night Annie. Look forward to catching up again lil one. ~winks~” I posted back then slapped my forehead Homer Simpson style.
“Why the fuck did you send that idiot, what happened to the moral high-ground, leaving her be and going out for the night?” I chastised myself as soon as the message appeared in her box.
I shut the computer down annoyed with myself and quickly settled in the lounge room watching the “sports channel” almost in a pout at my own stupidity with my brow still frowning some hour later.
Half time in the football match I was watching saw me go back in curiosity to my office, flipping the lap-top open and there she was.
“Lex, please..please be there soon. I am in so much trouble. I have to get out.” (2:43pm)
The last message only five minutes ago as I sat quickly and with a rush of blood typed back;
“Annie? I am here honey. What’s up baby?” concerned now that her messages were really telling of some pending disaster and my compassion taking over.
“Oh thank fuck Lex. I was only going to be able to be online another 20 mins. I have just got to get out of here.”
“Hey Annie, calm down honey, what is the problem.”
“My step-brother Johnny Lex. Lets just say he is making advances and I am really scared now because he has been on the piss all day.”
My mind rushed over all the information I new of this girl and it seemed I knew very little, confused now having assumed she may be living on her own or at least sharing and apartment somewhere.
“Annie, what stepbrother? I am sorry this is all very confusing to me. I know so little can you fill me in a little more?”
“Lex I can tell you this is not the first time he has put the hard word on me and my parents never believe me. I am so scared Lex. I have decided to get out this afternoon while they are all out the back boozing up. My best chance to slip away before tonight and too late. I am running away Lex I have no where to go, no idea what to do, I just know I am going."
“Hell you are serious Annie, hang on and let me think.”
“Lex, I know this is awful of me, but do you think I could come there for a day or two, just until I sort out what to do. I promise I won’t be a burden or bring down my fucked faced family on you. I am just so scared and worried what might happen, please? I seriously have no where else to run.”
Again my head was spinning in a “too much information mode” as I read her plea. My heart now very concerned about my new young friend and thoughts of the neighbor’s whispers and gossip were concerning me on one side as I raced through the scenario, overruled and growled at on the other. No-one had shared my space for so long and now I was being asked to take in a “run-away”, someone I had never met or seen and had spent only three hours with online. It was all very suspicious for me, a growing feeling that I was being conned in some sick neurotic way.
“Lex, say something I beg you. I really need a friend right now. I know you don’t know me but just try and trust a little okay?”
“Annie what is it exactly you want from me. It is all such a rush and panic. I am trying to digest all this. I do care, really I do. Just tell me what you want to do and we’ll go from there.”
There was a long pause of two or three minutes. I was about to buzz when she posted quickly making errors that alerted me to her angst.
“Meet me at Parramatta station…somtime this afternoon. I mean ir..please be ther..i have to go..Iam stealing my step-dads cell..0456757593..dont call.util I call you..please be there…will explin all then..be there lex..please..look for me..red hood sweater..denim mini and purple backpack..”
“Orphan Annie has signed out”
She was gone. I re-read and re-read her last post deciphering her grammar errors to understand the plan. I held a mixture of foreboding and an equal amount of genuine concern. My heart beat so fast trying to reason things through.
“What is the worst case scenario Lex. She is a fraud and I waste a day waiting for her? She knows who I am and thinks she can get me suckered in? Either way I will be wary and what if she is genuine and I ignore helping her. Fuck, it would gnaw at me for weeks wondering. So that’s it, I go down there not expecting anything and go from that point. Why the fuck did she give me her number and say don’t call, wait, I’ll call you? Has she got my number and if so from where? Fuck it, there is only one way to find out what the fuck this is all about” I queried then as a little panic set in made last minute checks just incase.
“The toilets and bathrooms clean, lounge room tidy, check! Laundry folded, dirties in the wash, check! Food, shit need to go shop quickly” I told myself making a list as I walked about the house and kitchen checking that my home would be presentable.
“Look at you Lex, you’d think the mother in-law was coming, or a pretty date.” I laughed at myself. “Ajax come boy. We need to go shop boy.” I called pulling on a sweater after feeling the new chill from outside as the door opened.
That was the 5th train to come and go in the past 40 minutes and each one of them unloading a bigger crowd all returning from the football across city. I already had a headache from standing on tip-toe to look for the identifying attire Annie was to be wearing. The other concern was the time, now 4:30pm and the winter sun very low with the air-cooling quite quickly, might well see me searching in the artificial lighting after much longer and that would be even harder with her not knowing what I look like. At least I had an image to go on albeit if a real one.
I was so tempted to call her and would in an hour if there was no sign. It was now well over two hours since the computer conversation and now I was beginning to feel a bit foolish. A rough estimate knowing that she lived in the eastern suburbs and had she left in the hurried panic she depicted, should have seen her at central within 40 minutes and out my way half an hour later even allowing for the faulty time table the state rail system seemed to be infected by.
“Okay Ajax, we’ll see in the next train and if not, call that number. If someone else answers we assume either something went amiss and head home.” I told my dog then had the thought that maybe she did come back online and send another message.
“I'm a fucking idiot Ajax, why did I not check the PC after the shopping, before we came down here and stood fro nearly two hours”
“All passengers on the Penrith route please board the next train into Parramatta station arriving on platform 3 in 2 minutes” a monotonous voice announced over the pa system.
As others stood to move in readiness I jumped up onto a bench seat so as to screen all 6 carriages at once. Concentrating with eyes squinting trying to recognise a flash of her colors amongst the mixing throng of departing and alighting travelers only to see the train soon pull away and the platform quickly deserted.
She was crouched down against the ticket office window rummaging through a second heavier looking bag for something urgent. Well I thought it was her. She had the right colors but was only a short petite looking figure with her back to me as I approached.
“Annie? Are you Annie miss?” I said quietly not to alarm.
The most angelic looking face with deep brown eyes snapped about to look up.
“Yes sir” she replied “L, Lex, Mr Well..?” she then stammered as much in surprise as I was before turning away to sob into her hands and as she did I saw the round purple mark on the side of her temple and the dried blood on her torn ear, her face was a little swollen, something you don’t immediately notice.
I stood over her as Ajax sniffed the big bag at her side in total shock. Annie was not 18, looked nothing like it and would be lucky to have been 14 or 15 at best. She was just a small kid, a petite little girl with wild rebellious black hair dyed with some streaks of purple, straight and very shinny from what I could tell under the hood she was hiding in.
As she stayed sitting, her hands now holding her sobbing face on her knees it dawned on me again that I knew this kid from somewhere, her profile image still familiar but nothing like the child’s face I was looking down to. In amongst all the turmoil of my brain putting everything together, my god, and the erotic role play she had participated in, no lead me in, even how she nearly said my last name, a paternal compassion quickly developed that was so foreign to myself.
I crouched down to sit on my heels, a hand touching her shoulder as my decision came quickly.
“Annie, come on up you get. Lets get out of here and home I am sure you have a lot to tell me and for tonight at least there is a spare bed at my place okay?” I said with soft tender voice.
She sniffled some more looking under her eyes up to me with a small nod and began to stand up, a pain reflected on her brow as you grabbed her upper leg with a moan.
“Hey missy, you okay here, Mister? Do you know this girl?” The station master asked having witnessed in his own curiosity, his tone very suspicious as he walked over.
“She is going to be fine and thanks for your concern but can’t you see that this is emotional for her. My daughter wants to come back home. Can you leave us be please.” I lied with my mind creating a possible real life scenario.
“I am so so sorry daddy and I have been so scared, can we just go home.” Annie added flinging her arms around my neck still with genuine tears.
“Oh I see, um, well good luck to you both and missy, there is never a better place then home even if you feel different.” He counseled before walking away satisfied. Annie giggled briefly at my neck before letting go.
I picked up her back pack and the larger heavy bag and nodded in the direction the car was parked, smiling friendly knowing she was indeed still afraid and emotionally shot. Annie hugged a laptop to her belly and limped with some difficulty beside me to the car, her left hand holding the outside of her left upper thigh.
Ajax allowed Annie to take his seat of pride in the front excited with new company he jumped in the back and kiss licked her cheek from behind. “Sit Ajax, good boy” I commanded hoping his attention was not unwelcome.
I kept talking the entire short trip home not wanting an awkward silence to sound scary to my young guest, glimpsing as often as possible trying to find that recognition. “So after you freshen up I’ll fix something to eat and then we can have a long talk okay.
Annie had nice pale olive skinned legs I noticed as she sat quietly with her hands in her lap looking at the passing scenery, a feature I had not noticed as her slim 5’ frame had limped beside me at the station. It was hard to look at her and imagine the swearing and erotic imagination that we had shared, the content and the actual script so near this very genuine true-life scenario but a lot different to sitting miles away hiding behind a screen name. I had never met anyone for real I had spoken to online and here I was taking home someone who was surely just a very young teenage girl and I had the selfish dilemma of trying to stop the stirring in my loins as her sexy naughty text echoed in my head.
She followed Ajax and I inside where I dumped her bags at the back door and switched on lights as I showed room to room on the bottom floor, ”Here’s one bathroom if you need to freshen up honey. How about we sit and have a quick chat in the lounge? I think we both need some answers yeah?” I told leaving her to close the door having taken the invitation to use the bathroom facilities.
“Do you want to go first or shall I Annie. I think you need to explain all this a little better honey.” I said as seriously and softly as possible as she sat opposite on the edge of the armchair with her hands together on her knees. The hood now lying behind her back showing her face and hair clearly as she took deep breath.
It was like a volcano of information erupting in small tearful burst as the determined girl confessed what, why and who she is and as she told me bells of recognition sounded loud in my head at last.
“I, I am so sorry Lex, so sorry for deceiving you. I promise I never intended but things come to a head at home before I could explain myself. I know it all sounds unbelievable but I promise it is all true.”
Her real name was Krissy, or Kristen to be exact and that was the first time this jig-saw begun to come together as she continued telling me of her past and life to date. How at 5yrs her parents were taken away from her and she was passed from one foster family to another like a football. She had rebelled at age 12 when hormones kicked in and was placed with a more stricter family and who also fostered this step-brother Johnny 16 years and a younger girl Amy who was just turning 12 years.
Krissy and Amy were relatively new additions over the past 2-3 years where as Johnny had been with couple since he was 5 and was spoiled rotten. Amy and herself being made literally slaves to wash and clean by her bitchy foster mom Clare and her strict foster dad Charlie.
Two weeks earlier Johnny had found the lap-top she had managed to shop lift and escape hidden deep in her wardrobe one day he was snooping on yet another day off school.
At this point she began to sob again, embarrassed as she spilt what happened telling between cries how she was forced to suck his cock or be “dobbed” on and lose the computer, her only way to find answers on the net and communicate outside the house with other friends. Last night was the final straw she told me in her own angry words, when this Johnny wanted to fuck her, take her virginity and then after she refused told her she had till the end of the weekend to comply or else.
The “or else” happened earlier today after he came to her room demanding his “prize”. Annie, Kristen had fought him off scratching his face and that is when he lashed out, slapping her so hard that her pierced ear ring was ripped from the lobe and her face bruised as she crashed against the dressing table. He had stood over her pointing down saying “Tonight, no backing out after mom and dad go out little sis.”
This all happened only moments before her desperate text lit up my screen earlier in the day.
“I am so sorry Lex, I could not stay there, could not let him touch me. I thought of fessing up and telling Clair but I just new she would not believe a word I said. I hate them, I hate them all so much, not, not Amy but. I am afraid for her now.”
By this stage all I wanted to do was embrace her and hold, let her know she was safe but I had more questions to rid my doubts.
“First of all Annie, sorry Kristen, you can stay here okay at least for a few days. I do believe what you have told me. I have to ask however, you know me right, know who I am? I am sure I know you now. We have met before right? You are Kristen Redgrave yes?” I challenged with worry, as she again looked away to the floor nodding then up to face me.
“I swear I did not know, I had no clue it was you I was telling about myself to. Fuck, do you think I would have confessed those things from way back then and then proceeded to play that little slut role with you. Yes I am Kristen, Kristen Regrave and I swear I had not a fucking idea Mr. Wellsford, that it was you, the same neighbor I talked about at the beginning. I, I just could not believe it was those same kind eyes looking down at me at the station and I felt so terrible then, so terrible for lying to you.” She bleated in more tears and pleads.
“Okay then, may I have a look at your cell phone, the one you said you stole from your dad?”
Kristen gave me a puzzled look, shrugged her shoulders and asked, “Why, you are not going to ring Charlie Fuck are you?” as she passed the phone to me.
I shuffled through the list of contacts not finding my name or number.
“You said that you’d call me and I was not to call you. How is that Kristen, do you have my number somewhere in your bags?” I asked seriously not wanting to really find out and be disappointed that I may have been stalked before all this.
“Yeah that was so fucking silly of me. I just couldn’t think at the time. It was not until later when I was hiding down the street in the old abandoned house that I realized I had no way of calling you. I actually hoped you might have called so I had better time to explain. I did not know if I was going to even make it out of the house Mr. Wellsford, and if I was there telling Charlie a whole lot of shit and you called then I may not have gotten the chance to get out all. He has locked me in my room for days before you know the fucking cunt. I had to wait almost and hour because Johnny had figured I had done a runner as was on his bike up and down the street looking for me. No, I did not or do not have your number. I am sorry. I know this seems so crazy now. You have to believe I did not know it was you.” She said back, her big deep brown eyes in an honest innocence.
“Max, call me Max okay honey I think we can drop the Lex and Annie stuff now..’ I said in a softer tone sitting back and letting her know I was all but convinced.
Now the other thoughts came into play. The role play so fantisiful, now seen both of us facing each other in a new light. My eyes now admiring this young kid with the pretty face and smile looking back at me.
“Thank you Max, Thank you so much for this. I promise I will be out of your hair and on my way as soon as possible.” She offered in relief.
“What about your profile photo Kristen, I half recognised that as well? And can you tell me how old you are please, for real.” I smiled back as if telling her I liked her cheek in posting the profile.
“So you should know the face. It is my mom, well was my mom back when she was 19 and before I came along. It is the only picture they let me keep of her. I guess she would have looked older to you when we lived next door, the drugs hit her pretty bad I reckon. Um, Max, I am 14, almost 15, well in two more months.”
The last pieces of the jigsaw fell into place and an overwhelming want to hug her tight and assure she was safe swept over me but I declined having missed that point at the station when old friends recognize and hug.
“You hungry Peanut?” I smiled across sensing she recognised the pet name I had used so many years prior.
“Yes Mr Wellsford, I am so starving.” She giggled back with a new happy in her eyes.
We shared a meal of tomato pasta and salad amidst more talk and chat so keen was I to know more. Her story touched me so heartfelt though to her as if just a grain of salt.
“Shit Happens Mr Wel, sorry Max. I never thought my lot was going to be much good. I am just number 33365687945k, just a stat to the deptartment. God I have learned that number as if it was my second name.”
Later I let her soak in the spa upstairs after showing her to the spare room and the floor plan above, my self showering to sit relaxed downstairs watching the news, though taking nothing in what so ever.
My mind infected with her now, liking that Krissy seemed so happy and comfortable in my company and of course those fantasy’s she talked about now very much part of my own but morally challenged to attempt or suggest something so wicked now we had met.
I should have worn more then just my dark brown checked dressing gown and boxers with matching slipper ’scuffs’ on my feet but it was how I normally relaxed on my own and the attire at the time of dressing had no thoughts of sexual menace. It was only when Kristen came back and did not hesitate in “plonking” herself beside me on the couch did I worry some.
She had arrested my arm and claimed it before I new, hugging it close as her head rested on my shoulder without so much as a word. She must have felt my body tense.
“You don’t mind so you Max. I just want to hold on to you for now. I feel so safe here with you in this house and how about Ajax. He has decided to sleep in my room I see. That’s okay is it?” Kristen asked excited in more of an immature voice.
I could smell her fresh soapy aroma and the shampoo fragrance from her damp hair, now tied back off her face in a pony. Her nice shaped teen girl legs tucked under her backside as she lent to me, showing far to much thigh in the large oversized “Billabong” T-shirt she wore as a nightshirt. As if she caught me looking she pinched the material and stretched it out front to show me announcing quite proudly.
“Nicked this as well Max sorry, I have a terrible record now.” she giggled. No modesty as her young breast pimpled firm nipple marks telling me of the absence of a bra.
A show she liked or followed with no interest to me came on after the news as she fell silent. A local soap opera that was aimed at the younger demographic and without asking, Kristen lifted my arm over her shoulder and snuggled close into my chest under that arm.
“You don’t mind Max do you? God you smell lovely. I just want to watch this like we used to watch my cartoons remember? I used to love the way you held me Max.”
My arm relaxing as she sung her praises and finally my hand dropped to have my fingers tickle caresses on her arm as we both watched the show. I may have been holding her but she had no idea how much I had missed the presence of any hugs in my life.
In an advertisement break she got up and walked to get an OJ. I had forgotten about her limp and now seen the long purple looking bruise that stretched and disappeared beneath the T-shirt. I did not see the glance back over her shoulders as my eyes followed her out taking in all that was imaginable of her slim petite girl frame under her adapted night dress but still able to see how cute her young ass and thin but fleshy legs were and on her return as she hurried back, the young small swells of nakedness pointed to sexy nipple marks, jiggling before she resumed the same position. Her hand holding wide the OJ she slipped back cuddling to my chest not giving myself time to notice the half tent in my shorts now exposed with my gown open across my lap.
I let myself concentrate on the over rated drama’s the young high school kids were enduring on her show fortunately distracting enough so my penis now sat obediently soft. The next add Kristen downed the last of the drink and let forward to put the glass on the coffee table, then quick back with a cheeky giggle to snuggle again only this time her small free hand slipped under my gown to finger plough into the hair of my chest. A small moan escaped her throat as her hand palmed across my chest.
“Max this feels so nice being back here with you. I can’t tell you how safe and protected I feel. I always hated having to go home you know. I wanted to stay at “Uncle Max’s so many times and you know?The day mom and dad where taken away. I scratched and kicked telling the fat ass lady holding me that you would come get me. Oh how I wish that could have happened Max. I think I cried for nearly a year after that day and not because my mom and dad were gone.”
I listened to her soft sincere words filling with the same compassion I had felt back then for the little “gutter” kid I had known. Feeling her small fingers circling on my chest and now her left breast pressing noticeable at my side again had my cock jerking as I instinctively flipped the lose gown over my lap.
“I did enjoy having you over then Peanut. I don’t know. As you know I was never lucky enough to have kids so I suppose your got all my sympathy and attention back then. I was genuinely sad the day you left and did try for a month or two to find out where and how you were but kept getting the cold shoulder with any inquiries I made.” I told and then heard myself add. “I wont let them take you away again Krissy, you can hide here as long as you like Krissy.”
Her head lifted immediately, smiling as if all her Christmas’s had come at once.
“You mean it Max, I don’t scare you, you want me to stay? You, you’re happy with this little mixed up shop-lifting freak of a kid staying here in your lovely warm home, with you and Ajax?” She asked excitedly as I nodded smiling back.
Her arms flung about my neck as she sprang to straddle over my lap facing me as she hugged so hard pressing herself to my chest and waiting for my arms to fold over and squeeze her tight. It was such a nice feeling to be appreciated again but holding tight to her light tiny frame shamelessly saw me aroused as my penis jerked pressing to her ass cheeks.
“I love you Max, I never stopped loving you. You were the light that told me there is someone better, something better in life to find.” Kristen said kissing into my neck, taking a big deep breath through her nose to add.
“You smell just as I remember Mr. Wellsford. God I used to dream about you coming to find me and steal me away from those places I had to live in. I promise I will clean and do laundry, even learn to cook for you if you like. I so want to just hide away with you Max.”
“Krissy, you don’t have to do all that but yes, it might be wise not to be seen about for a few days at least until we sort out when it is safe. How do they say, ‘wait for the heat to die down’ and then be careful. I really don’t give a fuck if my nosey neighbors see you, we will say you are my niece or something.” I told back not able to hide my own selfish excitement as you ass squirmed over my hard shaft.
“Daughter, I want to be your daughter Max, let them think that. Make up a story that my mom never told you about me and how I found you and came to live for a while on a trial basis, can we say that Max? Kristen said sitting back to search my eyes, the points of her nipples hard in her shirt.
“Like in the play we done Max, that was so cool playing your naughty adopted niece.” She added in a quieter tone seeing the connection mirror in my eyes.
I held her gaze for a moment my head nodding an agreement and then watched as she stared hard then lifted her t-shirt up and away, sitting in my lap holding her breath for my reaction. A reaction she must have felt underneath as my cock jerked hard to her cotton covered ass.
I knew I had allowed her to crossed a barrier now but her small pert lemon size tits with small pink erect nipples were just so beautiful to be seen. I sat with mouth open and gazing upon her so young pubescent body. A small hand lifting mine to press warm over one breast as she leaned against sighing.
“Max, I said I love you. You know just as much in what I told you about my fantasy. I want you to love me Max, to touch me and do all the wild things we shared last night playing.” She seduced pressing her pussy to my groin as my other hand joined in the fondling massage.
“Oh shit Krissy you are so pretty, so fucking sexy pretty. Stop me from being selfish please.” I asked in a pathetic whimper feeling across her small tits, her skin dotted in goosebumps so porcelain smooth and unblemished, shinny in the light.
“No I want it Max, I want it just like in the play. I can feel your cock so hot and my pussy is so wet for you right now. Show me Max, let me see your cock so I can play with it naughty. You know how I was last night how I wanted to be someone's baby girl for real. Max I only ever wanted to be yours, believe me.” She hushed slipping to the floor, her small hands jerking at my shorts waiting for me to lift my backside, hesitating too long as she glanced down at the large wet pre-cum stain discoloring a dark blue in the fabric. She lent forward, her eyes never leaving mine as her tongue licked over the messy wetness, then sucked through the material over my straining cock head.
I was anxious but finally lifted my ass and let her hands drag away my shorts.
Her was face so innocently young as my shaven cock slapped back hard to my belly, a long string of pre cum stretching before snapping from my shorts as she lifted my ankles to clear. She looked up smiling thankfully pleased.
“Oh Max its adorable, your adorable, you have such a lovely “daddy” cock, perfect for your little girl” Kristen said as her small hands felt and gripped my throbbing shaft causing my ass to lift as I sucked in a deep gasp.
My dick looked so much bigger in her grasp when she again held my eyes as her lips kissed away the leaking pre-cum. “I so love that, I just love the taste of cum daddy.” Those innocent young eyes big and brown peering up to see my anxious pleasure.
I was totally at her mercy now as her thin frame shuffled between my legs forcing them to collapse away. I never thought anything could feel so good, so naughty erotic as she talked and licked her way down to my shaven sac, jerking my shaft as she sucked one then the other seed ball gently in her mouth, her free hand fondling under feeling the heavy weight.
“I so like that daddy shaves, that is so hot daddy, makes it easy to lick and suck your big balls. Do you like your lil girl sucking your cock daddy?” She asked looking up with such a baby girl innocence.
“Yes Peanut, suck daddy’s cock real good Krissy. Make daddy cum for his little girl.” I responded sucking deep getting caught in the erotic play as her lips seduced and pressed over and down my thick helmet cock head. She let one hand palm up my belly to push my gown off each shoulder then return to press and pinch at my nipples.
“Max I so love the feel of your body, all this chest hair just like a daddy should have. I think you are so sexy. You do not know how often I have made myself cum thinking of just this, the only thing was that your face was blurred in my fantasy. I so struggled to put the rest of your face in place aside from your eyes and smile. Let me be that little girl Max. let me do the things I would so happily have done back then feeling your care. Like in our role-play daddy, I want to be your naughty little cum slut baby girl.” Kristen announced through half closed eyes looking up, then covered my cock silky warm in her mouth and began sucking hard.
Her fitlyh talk so erotically stirring. My hands went to her hair trying to slow her, feeling the urgent need to explode, worried she would be taken in shock.
She stopped, still stroking me,
“Tell me daddy, tell me you want me to be your baby cum slut, tell me to suck your cock daddy. I so want to be naughty, so bad for you. Make me Max, teach me to be a good cum slut baby girl for you.” She encouraged in such a pleading needy fashion.
I did not care about my polite ways now. It was so erotic to look down seeing her baby face on my cock so keen to please me.
“Yes Kristen, yes my Penaut baby, suck daddy’s cock till he feeds you his cum my lil slut. Show Max you want to be a good girl to him. Oh god yessssssssssss” I called as my cock began to spit thick strings of creamy cum in Krissy’s mouth.
My hips lifted as I fucked upwards, my eyes shut tight as my fingers clawed in her hair. Hearing her mouth gag with the spurting cum choking inside, leaking back over my ball sac.
Kristen did not miss a beat. As if like a hungry dog she devoured my seed quickly, even after my cock had began to shrink her mouth was still sucking the spill from my balls, licking so appreciatively.
I sat back, arms out wide naked to this little teen nymph as she cleaned so carefully and lovingly before she crawled back into my lap to be cuddled so tight in a ball as she curled up her hand never leaving my soft cock as we both gathered our thoughts.
“Did I do good daddy? Was I a good cum slut for you Max?” she whimpered a little afraid.
“Kristen, my god so good babyPeanut. I so want you to stay baby girl. I so want to protect you and love you like before with so much more love.” I told overcome with emotions I did not know existed inside, my hands caressing down the rocky trail of her curled naked spine.
That is when she fell asleep, curled naked but for panties and cuddled to my chest. I had forgotten what a long day she had endured and affectionately tried to wake her for bed but the dribble from the corner of her lips told me she was deep asleep.
I shuffled under her a little then stood lifting her with me, so light was her tiny frame as I carried her upstairs. No decision needed making as I laid her in my big beg, her small hands tucking under her chin as she mumbled back to sleep. I looked down at her in awe. So sexy and young, her breast so perky and small, perfectly shaped with nipples now relaxed, down over her narrow waist to her dirty white looking panties that had some how sucked between her young rounded labia lips on one side, Still shinny from wetness with some sparse whispy pubic hair glistening as I covered my new baby.
Crawling beside her and pulling up the bed linen to cover us both, I settled with my belly and chest following the arc of her back. So tiny was her frame that her feet only reached down to my knees in her curled form.
“I love you baby fuck. Krissy, Max is in love with you peanut so help me God.’ I whispered feeling her bum push back against my soft sticky cock warm.
“I will not leave you baby fuck, not this time.” Was the last thing I said before sleep enveloped me quickly taking me deep into a blissful state of new happiness.
The bedroom was aglow with bright glaring sunshine from a new dawn teasing my eyes to wake, stirring with her young body pushed back against me, her back sweaty as she clasp my hand to her belly whilst still fast asleep.
We had both slept long through the night, myself enduring some lovely dreams that I could vaguely remember only to say they left me feeling very happy.
It had been a long time since I last dreamt and sleep so soundly and now as I cleared my eyes to look upon young Krissy an overwhelming joy re-filled inside, feeling as if I needed to pinch myself to make it all true and smiling broadly with love as I looked down.
She was uncovered from the waist up, her tiny breast squashed under her arm as I traced the back of my nails over the smooth unblemished skin of her shoulder and back, bending to kiss the nape of her neck before laying back down to pull the covers back over her and protect against an early morning chill.
24 hours earlier I had no idea of what would eventuate, only knowing how keen I was to finds her again online. The remarkable circumstances that lead her to me still having me shake my head in wondrous amazement.
My dick half aroused as I remembered the last days and evening’s events. I lifted the covers to look under at my semi-hardness pressing to her panty covered ass cheeks. There was a strong whiff of old sexual scent emanating from below that filled my senses. I smiled again, dropped the covers back then stretched arms above my head before slipping from the bed to go shower, leaving Krissy to exhaust her sleep to the maximum.
Shaving as I washed under the refreshing hot jets with a desire to sing from the happy state I was in, deferred for now as I groomed with the razor once more over my pubic area and balls, holding a stiff erection out of the way before stepping out to dry.
With a towel tied to my waist I went back into the bedroom to dress. Krissy was awake, wide eyed smiling with the covers pulled cozy to her neck.
“Morning daddy.” She said in the sweetest affectionate voice, hiding the tougher sounds of maturity the girl had adapted to using in the streets and her former environments.
“Kristen. You okay baby girl?”
“Yes Max, very okay. You haven’t changed your mind? I will understand if so?” she asked feeling suddenly insecure again with thoughts that I may have seen the situation as impossible over night.
“Yes Krissy. I am more then happy young lady.” I said sitting beside her on the bed, a hand combing her hair as she grinned back snuggling into the pillow..
“So long as you are okay. This is so new and so very real to us both. I think it may take a little getting used to Kristen but I want to. I want you to stay with me okay?” I assured then added;
“Oh, that is if you want to of course? Please never feel obligated to this old man Krissy. I have to insist on that understand?”
“You are not old daddy and yes I understand. I just want to be with you forever, to be your girl. I cannot remember when I have felt so safe, slept so well or ever felt so happy and wonderful about things. I love you Max, daddy.” She said coyly not used to saying such a powerful sentiments to another.
“What about what happened last night Kristen? Do not get me wrong but I felt terribly guilty this morning. You do not have to do things like that to be my girl you know?”
Kristen sat up in bed, the sheets dropping to uncover her small tits with out modesty as she reached for my hand to squeeze.
“Max, we covered that right? I am not the innocent here. I think you know I have had to, um, do things before, and my role-playing surely tells you that I like that stuff. I like sex Max, everything about it okay. So I am young but I promise I am not a baby when it comes to being naughty. I have experienced many things, forced to experience them and you know what? It made me feel terrible. As much as I hate what happened to me in the past, something inside me enjoyed doing it, being naughty. I developed sexual feelings a lot earlier because of what happened and I could not ignore them. That is why I let my adopted sisters play and teach me things, only because I did not understand okay? I cannot deny that I did not like or enjoy it though. I loved it. Forgive me Max. I promise I hated them all, my mothers, fathers and brothers. But we all had to do it, all the girls I ever knew as sisters had to do as told in time and that is why I am so worried about Amy. She is so sweet and so na? Max. They will hurt her for sure, especially Johnny.” She told keeping a firm grip on my arm.
“Krissy. You have nothing to be ashamed of I promise. I really do understand and I cannot, would never judge you on anything from the past okay.” I re-assured.
“Can you be brave Kristen and tell me exactly what you were forced to do? I know it is not my business but it will help me understand all this a little I reckon. It is not every day a man my age falls in-love with a 14yr old girl you know.” I said smiling as I confessed.
Kristen reached up to hug, kissing my lips hard with intent and appreciation pressing her tiny nipples flat to my bare chest.
“Oh wow, you really do love me? I am so happy Max. God I love you too, so much.” She said tearing up again then went on;
“I never let them fuck me Max. I do not think they ever wanted to. I just had to learn quick how to suck dick. I was 8 when it first happened. My step-dad then was a man called Ollie, a real mean prick that slapped everyone around, even his wife. She knew he was coming to my room at night but was to afraid to stop him. Once she even told me to just let him do it and then no-one would get hurt. The selfish bitch. I cried all night after the first time and then for about the next month while he did this. Suddenly I was moved to another home and it was not long before Ralph my new dad was into me the same only this time he was kinder and was affectionate at least while I, you know, sucked him. It was about then that I began to like how I felt, how it made me excited down there.” Kristen explained pointing between her legs.
“Then Jasmine my older step-sister at the time confronted me. She was jealous I think because I was getting all the attention, not that I fucking wanted it. She called me a little slut, the first time any of them did in fact. So that night I made myself sick. I ate salt and pepper and made it look like I had a bad case of the flu. I was coughing and throwing up so bad that I was put to bed and left alone for two days. Sure enough Jasmine came in to boast that she had been looking after Ralph. So I asked her, “Don’t you feel bad doing it? You can do it all the time I don’t care.” That is when she admitted to me that it made her pussy feel good, like it did me. So I stopped feeling bad and told her the same. Then she said she can show me how to make myself feel wonderful down there and well, the rest is history. She taught me how to masturbate. Remember I was only 8. Then she touched me there. No one, not any of them ever did that to me, touched me you know. So I began to make her happy as well and we become great mates telling each other what it was like to play with our daddy of the time. We made up stories and played so many naughty games, sleeping in the same bed naked as she played with me and made me happy. I am terrible yes?” Kristen finished.
“No, not terrible at all Krissy, just your way of dealing with the abuse I reckon and certainly not disgusting to me honey. As much as I want to bash the crap out of those men and Johnny, I am pleased it never got further for you. If anyone ever hurt you, so help me God I would kill him or her I reckon. So this continued right up till now? And Amy? Has she been abused? I asked laying back down on top of the covers to hold her close.
“Thank you Max. No. I am sure Johnny has not touched Amy but I have warned her to be careful. Like you, she asked me many times to tell me about myself. She is such a curious girl. She reminds me of myself much younger and once when a boy asked her out from her school she came to me worried she’d not know what to do and had no idea what to expect. I practically had to tell her the facts of life Max. She never did go out with the boy. Hell she would have been beaten if they ever found out. But I did show her Max. Showed her how to feel good, about her pussy and such I mean.” Kristen informed with a sheepish grin as she rolled her side onto my chest.
“Oh, do tell me more naughty girl. You can’t stop there.” I laughed.
“Why Daddy, is it turning you on? You smell so nice Max.“ Kristen asked as her hand slipped over the front of my towel to feel my tented cock.
I watched as her small hand an-wrapped the towel, laying it out to the sides displaying my nakedness in full as she rested her head on my belly looking down. Those same small hands causing me to suck deep as they grasped my hard shaft before she continued her story.
“Lovely cock daddy. So smooth and. I so love it all clean like this, so sexy Max.” she commented repeating the things she had said the night before with a hum as she stroked softly, admiring her own work..
“So anyway with Amy. I really love her Max I have to tell you that first. She is like a real sister to me Daddy and the only one that I have ever really wanted to look after. So anyway it was about a month and after I told her a few things and explained why her pussy might get a nice funny feeling sometimes. She kept bugging me a little more each night until I finally laughed and asked her. “what do you want sis, you want a lesson?” And she just stood them dumb-founded so I told her to strip, to take all her clothes off right now and she did. She stripped naked in front of me and stood there waiting.” Krissy told feeling my cock jerk in her hands.
“Good daddy. I love making your dick jerk.” She giggled.
“This is a true story Krissy?”
“Yes Of course! So then I told her to lay down on my bed and open her legs which she did. She has no tits daddy but wow she looked sexy and her pussy is beautiful. I stood up and walked about the room ordering her to do things, to touch her self and show me, to open her little cunt and poke her finger inside. It was so hot and she damn well came daddy. She loved me telling her, instructing her. I had to masturbated watching her of course. Seeing her face screwed up all contorted for the first time made me wet my pants. Literately, I pissed my PJ’s.” Krissy giggled using a thumb to wipe pre-cum over my cock head as she related her tale.
“That was only about 3 months ago and since then she has just been like glue to me. Always coming to my room for her lessons and practice. I told her about Johnny, what he had me do and what he wanted from me. That really freaked her out bad. Originally I promised her to take her with me when I ran away but it was just impossible and I know she will think I have deserted her now. I did not know it would all happen this quick and she was away this weekend with the school on excursion. I love her Max and I do not want that Johnny fuck touching her. I wish there was a way to..” her voice drifted off, smothered as she began to suck my swollen shaft.
My hand reached under the covers feeling for her backside as my fingers searched under her cotton knickers, plucking and pinching her firm ass cheeks as she gobbled enthusiastically on my bulbous cock head so expertly.
“My daddy’s cock liked hearing about me and my sister yes Max? Hmm, so nice. I love you Max, I love your dick so much.” Krissy whispered back concentrating as her free hand fondled my bald ball sac playing with the marbles of seed.
“Fuck Krissy I am going to cum honey.” I called out feeing my balls crinkle tight in her hand.
She squeezed gently burying her mouth down to my pubic bone taking all my shaft perfectly without it chocking her throat.
I erupted violently with hips lifting to fuck up, pumping my cream cum inside as my fingernails scratched across her ass cheeks.
Krissy did not stop sucking. Loudly and sloppily till my cock stopped blowing my seed.
“Hmmm, that was nice daddy. I love feeding from your cock Max. It is just the right size for me. I love it.” Kristen said kissing back over my belly and chest to my mouth, letting me taste my own cum still on the edges of her lips.
I pulled her petite body onto mine so her pussy could grind to my softening hardness but she pulled away, jumping up to run to the bathroom.
“I need to pee Max. Be right back.”
I lay waiting, listening to her intimate privacy as she piddled with the door open. Then I heard the shower realizing she was washing. She stood in the doorway totally naked, her hair still dripping wet with a shinny, wet sheen all over her young teen body looking so very sexy.
It was the first time I had seen her naked and my eyes quickly dropped from her small aroused breast to the thin tuft of black silk hair above her pussy slit. She turned about using one hand to pull her ass cheek open, giggling as she quickly let it go before running to the bed.
“Lift, no towels in there for your girl Max?.” She asked laughing as she tugging the towel from under my ass to dry as I watched.
Finished she stopped, held out her arms and dropped the towel to the floor letting me see her close. Watching with a grin as my eyes perused up and down her nakedness.
“You like daddy? Am I okay?” she asked with a sense of foreboding.
“Oh fuck Kristen. You are so beautiful, so fucking sexy young girl. I love your body very much.”
“And my little tits are okay? I am sorry I do not have real boobs yet? Kristen asked pressing her meager cleavage together.
“Superb baby girl. Extremely sexy honey, I love your boobs just how they are darling, promise. See, look what you are doing to your daddy’s cock naughty girl.” I laughed feeling my dick respond.
“What about my cunny then.” Kristen asked standing with her legs wide. She used her fingers to pull back her lovely rounded labia lips. She was enjoying this showing-off. I could see it was arousing her when her small clit poked free and her inner lip petals glistened with a fresh shinny wet secretion.
Suddenly embarrassed with modesty, Kristen jumped on the bed beside me and curled into a ball facing away.
“Come on baby girl. I know you were enjoying this old man look at you. My little baby girl tease huh? I said tickling under her sides making her scream and lick out.
“Stop, stop please.” She laughed resting on her back to lay naked.
I sat up on my elbows.
“May I Krissy? May I touch you?”
“Yes Daddy. I want you to. You’ll be the first man to touch me naughty.”
I sat up on my shins, my cock wavering about semi-hard once more, drooling pre-cum as I shuffled over her left leg as I gently urged her right to spread wide.
My frame seemed so huge over her tiny body as she let her hands drift wide at the sides and her other leg opened up.
Krissy looked hard at me, searching anxiously on my face for a sign of approval as I peered down into her virgin sex. The top of her pubic mound had just a thin soft spread of sparse dark hair that trailed down beside her shinny wet lips, recent growth, soft as goose down, new and pubescent.
“So damn sexy Krissy, honestly, so fucking gorgeous you are baby girl.”
Her under thighs so soft, relaxed and smooth in my palms as I pushed them wider and up so her knees buckled to the side exposing all of her untouched innocence, watching as her pussy lips parted sticky, peeling open to allow her inflamed clit to once again feel the cool of the room.
“Touch me daddy, please!” she hissed closing her eyes.
My hands caressed up and down her thighs from her bent knees to the vertex of her body, short of her pussy in a tease unintentional, more just in admiration.
Kristen’s breath gasped loudly as one finger trembled and skirted around her thicker rounded vulva lips in soft gentle laps, gathering her slippery residue.
Her hands palmed down over her small chest across her belly pushing my finger way as hers parted her pussy lips to finger press wide, folding then open as her tiny bum lifted in need.
I let her hear me draw a deep breath through my nostrils to suck in her young virgin aroma then exhaled, bowing softly across her wet exposure making her moan.
It was the tip of my nose that was first to “touch” her, dipping between her restrained valley to slowly rub up through, over her swollen clit nub and back as she whimpered biting her lower lip.
“Yes daddy, hmmm.” she gasped as I rolled my nose tip again and again over her clit. Krissy’s public hair soft and silky against my chin as she lifted her bum to press herself firmer to me, demandingingly.
I tasted her sweet scent with my tongue lapping out flat to press up through her young open slit, savoring her virgin nectar flavors, letting my mouth spread wide to capture her fingers and her entire pussy slit before drawing lips closed over her clit.
A long sustained groan of pleasure escaped her open mouth, deep from within her throat. My hands now slipping under her small ass cheeks to lift and hold her sex to my mouth as I hungrily devoured her aroused sex. I curled the tip of my tongue to poke inside her heated tight vagina with my nose buried hard to her slit loving this sweet nectar scent.
Kristen lifted her knees back using her hands, opening and offering her young teen sex to my mouth as her ass lifted further from the bed.
I could feel her trembling, close now as I continued to suck, poke and lick. Lower, driven by my own perverted sexual desire allowing my tongue to sweep up through her ass crack, over her small crinkled anus and back before her thighs clamped to the sides of my head and her pussy sent a new wave of heated girl juice to my lips.
Kristen’s orgasm was intense as she grinded her virginity to my face, her voice a whispered, panted gasp as she called out in pleasure.
“Yes Daddy, yes! Oh hell, fuck yes!”
Her thighs relaxed, falling to the side as a hand pushed down between forcing my mouth from her sex in need of rest.
I sat up looking down at her tiny waist and chest heaving in ecstasy, her little bud tits swells proudly firm with small, aroused eraser nipples hard on top, perky and succulent to look at.
My face was sticky, glistening with her wetness as I witness another small gush of girl fluid, flush from her open pink pussy hole.
I wanted to fuck her there and then but had already decided there was no such rush. My cock stiff, swaying about in need again as I began to jerk off.
“Oh cum on me daddy. Please? I want to feel your cum on me Daddy.” Kristen pleaded through thin half closed eyes as her hand began to masturbate over her clit.
I lent lower using my thick cock head to press up through her slippery slit so the sensitive underside rubbed over her baby bud clit. She let her hands draw back to her tiny tits to squeeze and massage as I began to rub and masturbate up between her legs, Kristen’s sexual irritations gone as she searched again for another orgasm.
It only took another minute before my cock head exploded as I fucked up through her slit, spitting a long first string of spiraling cum over her small tits and hands, another landing over her navel as she began to rub the warm cream into her skin. My balls pressed to her virgin hole feeling the flood of another orgasm from the girl as she reached down to assist in milking my cock over her skin.
Her hand holding my throbbing shaft as it pulsated, spilling the final throws of orgasm as I lent down to kiss my new girl passionately, her mouth hungry to receive my lips as one sticky cum covered hand pulled the back of my head to her mouth.
“Oh daddy that was so wonderful. It never felt so good. My whole body is still trembling.’
“Your whole body is just so sexy hot my girl. I can do this forever, love you always baby girl.’
“Oh daddy yes. Love me forever. Am I a good naughty girl for you daddy?. Do you like me being your dirty little baby slut?”
“Yes Kristen. I love my little dirty slut, my naughty baby girl. You have no idea how hot you are, how much I want you honey.”
“Why didn’t you fuck me? You could have. I would not have stopped you daddy.”
“I know honey, I could have so easily, wanted to badly I promise. Bur we had not discussed that part and I was not sure you were ready. I could have been very selfish honey and just did it but I want you to feel right about me taking your innocence away.”
“I think I have long lost my innocence daddy but you are right. Halfway through I was worried you may fuck me and I was a little scared so thank you. I do want you to you know? I am just afraid some and will just let it happen whenever okay? Can you be patient with your baby slut?”
“Of course I can honey. I am sure your daddy’s cock will not miss out until then right?”
“No daddy. I promise to suck your cum many times a day. I love it. I so want to be so naughty for you. Anything daddy. I feel so safe here and I know I can trust you to look after me now. I owe you so much daddy.”
“Owe me? Now Kristen we’ll have none of that. No obligations. I want you here with me only if you want to be here. I do not want you thinking you owe me a thing understand? You will live here as my lost daughter, in a family. We will play and fuck naughty but only if that is what you want.” I said sternly to remind.
“Yes daddy I do want this I love you so much. I am sorry if it sounds like I am just being grateful. I am I suppose but it doesn’t mean that is why I love you so much. It is just a little part of it Max. I just want to make you so happy is all. I would do anything for you, absolutely anything.”
“Well for the time being just be my little teen baby fuck Kristen and let me love you more then anyone ever has”
“Oh daddy, I love it when you say that, call me those names, ‘baby fuck”, I love it. Could you ever imagine our role-play becoming real Max?
“Maybe with an older woman but certainly not with a 14yr old street wise girl like you honey. That was all fantasy and enough to see me jerk off, fuck, now I am living a dream.”
“I love you daddy so much. What are we doing today? I am hungry.” Kristen sighed snuggling her naked body close.
Kristen showered again as I got breakfast and was soon back down stairs wearing just a long oversized T-shirt and still with a leaning limp on her left side.
Show me that bruise baby.” I said as she stood watching me set a place for each of us at the small bench table.
She lifted the side of the shirt high over one hip showing me that she was naked completely underneath. The brown colored bruise was about as big as a tennis ball and sat just below her naked backside at the top of her left thigh
She gasped as I pressed two fingers over the mark
“Sorry honey. I think it will clear in a day or two. Nothing broken baby.” I said kissing her wound then standing to offer her a chair to sit.
We chatted about the day as we ate. I was taking her shopping for some new clothes when the conversation was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing.
“Oh fuck. I bet that is them trying to get me to answer.” Kristen said jumping up to run into the lounge for her backpack. Coming back she sat reading the latest message.
“Shit Max, this is the 20th time they have tried to reach me. Listen to this, “K get your ass bck home. The cops are looking for u and so is DOC’s. Dad is wild. You are in big shit silly whore.” That is from the lovable Johnny but there are some more much the same. All from Charlie fuck and Johnny, oh and one from Amy?’ Kristen reported going quiet as she read the message from her sister. “Krissy I am so scared. Johnny keeps threatening me. I think he knows you told me what he has been up to. Please let me know you are okay. I miss you so much. Amy.”
“I, I better go back. Oh I don’t know. I just feel afraid for her Max. She is really so sweet and innocent in all this crap.” Krissy shook as her words quivered with emotion.
I went to her, lifted her to her feet and hugged her tight, soothing with my hand down the back of her silky black perfumed hair.
“Lets not rush anything Krissy. This Johnny and Charlie do not sound all that bright. Let me think and see if we can not come up with a plan.”
“What do you mean daddy? A plan for what?”
“I am not sure baby girl. Damn, so much has happened so quick in the last day and a bit. I just want to help Kristen, somehow. Hey, I thought Amy was away with the school?”
“She is, or was. I don’t know. Her message was not from her cell. She does not have one. She used her friend Sally’s but how is Johnny threatening her in that case unless he has somehow gotten Sally’s cell number. It is all so weird.” Krissy said sitting back down calmer.
“So we are not sure that returning a message to this Sally girls cell will be safe.? Can we trust Sally even? I mean if she was to know where you are and hell, with whom, she may tell everyone?” I pondered aloud trying to figure this out.
Why was I? It struck me just then that I may have inherited a lovely affair, a love, and as taboo as it was. I was now contemplating putting more risk into the whole scenario in my wishes to help my gorgeous baby girl.
“First things first Krissy. You run up and put something on. We will go over to Cronulla to shop, well away from here okay? Do not send any messages until we get there just in case this Charlie and Johnny are telling some truths and the police are involved. They can do a GPS tracking through your cell phone. At least narrow down what suburb you are in. Off you go baby. Oh and which school does Amy attend? ” I asked smacking her backside affectionately as she past me.
Kristen flicked up the tail of her shirt showing her cute young tight ass giggling cheekily before she ran off.
While I waited for Kristen to get ready I made a call to the school that Amy attended pretending to be a parent. The excursion had not returned and no students had come home early. The only way Johnny could have made a threat was to have found this Sally’s Number in Amy’s room, which showed just how desperate and ruthless this young boy was. Something I had to be wary of.
I spoilt Kristen badly spending hundreds on new clothes, almost a complete wardrobe of the latest teen fashions as well as underclothes.
It was Krissy that lead me into a lingerie shop in the mall with a sudden tug of my hand.
“No, no baby girl. This is one place I should not be seen with a young girl, even with my daughter okay. Here, you take your time and find something nice. I need to go find a bathroom.” I lied handing her a few hundred dollars.
Krissy pouted and pretended to stamp her foot making me laugh as I left her in the shop with the mall trolley full of trademark shopping bags..
God damn! I loved her. She looked so cute and sexy in the new jean shorts and tank top she had insisted on wearing as soon as paid for.
Other girls her age fluttered by alone or in groups and I found myself comparing them to my girl. Ashamed as I eyed over their young tight bodies but pleased they did not seem to arouse a sexual desire within me.
I did not go to the bathroom and instead visited the “Optus” shop and purchased a set of two new cell phones both with 12 month plans linked to the other and billed to me.
Later after meeting back with a very happy Kristen, we sat for a break and some lunch.
“Okay Kristen, send this Sally a message and we’ll see what happens. Asked her if Amy is close by and if you can call her right now or sometime soon in the next hour or so.”
Kristen fished Charlie’s cell from her pocket and sent the text message and we waited, Kristen sipping a milk shake and myself with a frothy cappuccino. We both jumped when Charlie’s phone rattled on the table indicating an incoming text.
“Hi sis. So happy you are safe. Where are you? I get back tomorrow morning. Johnny has been through my room already and found something I wrote about us. I am so scared. Yes call me in ten minutes if you can. We are almost back from this bushwalk. Love you so much and miss you. Amy.”
“Okay good. We’ll know more when you talk to her but at this stage do not mention me understand? Here, give her this number to put in Sally’s phone. Tell her not to write it down anywhere okay?” I said passing Kristen a box with her new phone.
“Oh wow Max, really? It is mine?”
“Yes Kristen. I know how important Amy is to you and you need to stay in contact. We will dump Charlie’s phone later.”
Kristen showed all the nous of today’s young generation quickly setting up her new cell in no time. She was in the process of entering my number when Charlie’s phone alerted her to a new text.
“Call now. Amy”
“Hi Amy. I love you Sis. Are you having fun?”
“No I am fine Amy and quite safe I promise. I have a good place to stay. I can’t say where just yet okay. Better you do not know for now.”
“I see, yes, and what exactly has Jonny said or messaged to you?”
“The fucking prick, did he? Listen, in my room, you know that old tape deck I have? Yes that one. Play it too him and tell him I have the original tape with me as protection. If he wants to try anything I will fucking fix him good. Yes, that’s right. Same if he tries anything on you okay, you tell him that Amy, be strong. That should keep him away from you for now at least till I figure something else out Sis. Oh hold on a sec Amy.” Kristen said covering the mouthpiece as she read a massage I had written.
“Amy, ask Sally if I can have her address. I want to get something to you there. A new phone so we can stay in touch. Yes I know, cool huh? No I would love to meet you Amy but it is not safe. Johnny or Charlie will be watching you like a hawk I am sure. It has to be Sally. Is she okay with that? Great! She catches a bus to school right? Okay bus 773 got it. Tell her to look for me in her street Monday before school and away from her house. If I miss her I will try in the afternoon when she gets home okay. Yes Amy I am fine, seriously, I have never been happier baby, I promise. Yes, I love you too Sis, Bye!”
“She had to go, they were being called.” Kristen told me putting the phone down.
On the drive back home Kristen played with and set up both new cell phones, entering her new number in the one for Amy and Amy’s number in hers under mine.
“She’ll have to be careful with the charger and make sure Johnny does not find it.” Kristen said as if to remind her self to tell Amy.
“Maybe it would be just best to leave the phone at Sally’s place for now?”
“No I will tell her to charge it in the laundry. She will have to do all the washing on her own now damn it. The others never go in there and there is a power point up high where the dryer used to be that is never used and hidden on the top shelf, yes that will do.” Kristen said triumphant with her new plan.
Halfway home I detoured and parked at the interstate bus terminal.
“Why are we stopping here Daddy?”
“I am going to make an enquiry Kristen. I want you to sneak onto one of those inter-states and hide Charlie’s phone. Probably in a back seat if you can and it will not matter if a passenger finds it so long as the bus is well on its way first okay?”
I went to the ticket office and made a useless enquiry while Kristen found an empty bus. She was sitting very pleased with her self when I got back.
“Seems like I have left on a bus to Tasmania.” She laughed
As we left she slid over to me and kissed my cheek with a hug.
“Thank you daddy, thank you so much Max. You are so wonderful to me.”
“I love you silly and no-one fucks with my girl okay?” I chuckled.
On the freeway she took my hand and pressed it to her lap, between her legs.
“Hmmm, hurry home daddy. I want you to touch me again and make me such a naughty girl.” She hushed in my ear as her hand felt across my lap and the swelling of my cock.
“So tell me Kristen, what is on these tapes you have?”
“Oh that, nothing really but enough to freak Johnny out. I only have the one tape but Johnny will never know. It is just his last conversation. When he told me he was going to fuck me this weekend. He’d hate Charlie or Clare to ever know their boy was such a fiend. If I did not get away yesterday I had intended to play it through the speakers while they partied with friends. That would have shaken the place I reckon." Kristen laughed loudly as she squirmed her pussy against my hand through her jean shorts.
At home we unloaded the many bags of new clothes, shoes and other attire and I left Kristen upstairs to unpack it all in one of the spare rooms.
“You have to set this room up as yours Krissy, just call it your dressing room if you like? Just in case. We have to show you at least have your own room okay?” I had told her and enjoyed seeing her so happy knowing I had overindulged but as I looked at her gleefully go about unpacking, admiring her purchases, I was full of emotion.
The girl had uncorked something deep inside I had not felt since my first love way back as a teen and I liked the feeling and intensity. Having someone you really care about and feel the same emotions in return empowers a man. I felt like a dad as much as I was her lover and it made me shake my head in wonderment as I went back downstairs.
Sitting in the lounge to catch the early edition news I was distracted. Listening to Kristen who sang happily from her room and I wondered just how far this might go and was I dreaming. Could this change in life be real? I loved her more then I wanted to let on. Feeling foolish to a point and knowing I had to keep my head clear to make the right decisions, so easy to let emotions rule.
What of Amy? She was so important to Kristen and I was allowing that relationship become part of my concerns. Recalling Krissy’s past I did not want this Amy to endure similar but how could I do anything to get her away from that environment?
I could simply call DOC’s but that would only draw attention to Kristen’s absence and have the whole department of Child Welfare plus the Police looking for her. What about schooling? For Kristen and or for Amy should I somehow find a way to get the girl out of there.
What was I thinking? ”get her out of there”. This is getting crazy and dangerous for all of us. I needed advise, legal and compassionate.
I called Ken.
“So can you mate? Talk to your sister and find out. She would know the proper procedures I need to take right? I know, I am crazy Ken but I am done with chasing women and I want family, kids. Surely Marcy’s department can see I am a genuine role model/parent for such a proposal. Yes, I am serious mate. I want to be a foster parent.” I told Kenny once I had explained a little about Kristen and how I knew her since she was 5yrs old.
The only lie was I told him I had found her vagrant in the mall, recognised her as homeless and gave her a bed for the night. The coincidence that we new each other came later.
“Okay, leave it with me Max I will call Marcy now and see what her opinion is. You realize that if they allow this that your home will be open for inspection anytime of day? That this girl and the other will have to endure probing interviews and that you will be scrutinized no end mate? Your life and history turned upside down as they look for reasons to deny this?” Kenny warned.
“Yes Mate I do but I want to take that risk. It is the only way I reckon.”
“Tell me the truth Max. I have never known you to be so determined, desperate about anything. Am I missing some detail here my friend?”
“Read into it what you want Ken. I am sure the Department will think the same but I assure you there is nothing untoward here. I seriously am going through a change in life. You have kids Kenny surely you can understand what it means to have a family of your own? I know you hate it when they miss a visit to your place or when she, your ex takes them away for a period of time etc? Believe me, I am too old to start at the beginning with a new born. Instant family is the only way I can contribute and enjoy what it is like to have family. Am I crazy?”
“No mate, I do understand Max. I will do what I can and call Marcy now. I will call back ASAP okay?” Ken said in a quieter tone of sympathy.
So I sat there pondering what I had just done, announced to the world that I had Kristen here with me. I felt guilty but only because I had put it all at risk and not told Kristen of my plans.
She ran to me jumping on the couch beside to hug my mid-rift.
“I am so happy Daddy. I love my new dressing room and all the clothes.” She said snuggling barefoot to me.
“Loved all the clothes huh? So why have you just got that old T-shirt back on then Miss Cheeky?” I asked seeing her bare thigh disappear just before her backside.
“Cause I am feeling naughty daddy.” Kristen giggled as she climbed onto my lap, straddling over my crotch as she squirmed her backside to nestle comfortable.
Instantly my dick jerked to attention as my sexy young nymphet grinded her self to my hardening shaft.
“Oh Daddy likes that? I can feel it on my bum Max, so nice.” She said with a flushed face as she slowly masturbated her pussy over my shorts.
“I have something to tell you baby girl.” I said concerned but she did not want to know and sat back straight, lifted her arms and took off the shirt.
Kristen was totally naked underneath. Her little tits already aroused as my hands lifted to fondle softly. I began rolling my thumbs and fingers over her tiny pink nipples as she lent to my hands sighing, her eyes closing as she felt the pleasure and her small hands covered mine to encourage.
Drawn with distraction now, I kissed along each shoulder, down to her supple perky breast to lick those sweet little nipples and suck her tiny cones one by one into my mouth as her hips dragged her soaking pussy back and forth over my crotch against my needy cock.
“Mmm daddy that feels so nice.”
“You are a very naughty girl Kristen. Damn, so sexy Peanut.” I said suckling on her young immature swells as a hand slipped down her stomach. I used my pointer finger, making circles through the tuft of pubic hair above before pressing down her slit to roll over her clit as I continued to suck her tiny breast.
“Oh yes daddy, touch me there hmm. Play with my pussy Max, I love it.”
My shorts were stained wet from her leaking arousal as I moved her, laying her to the side then pulling her ass back to my lap. I lifted one leg open, up the back of the couch to rest against my shoulder exposing her young sex.
Kristen moaned as my hand and fingers examined her open sex. She took my other hand back to her tits urging me to fondle, pluck and pinch her nipples, her hips lifting as fingers explored up and down her slit.
When I began to simultaneously pluck at her nipples and clit the girl began to thrash her head side to side.
My finger fucked inside her virgin hole to the second knuckle where I found the thin veil of her hymen, the first time I had penetrated my girl to any extent and pleased to discover her virgin proof.
“Oh daddy, daddy yes. Fuck me, fuck your naughty girl slut daddy.” She cried out in that sweet girly young voice as her hips began to move in rhythm.
I knew she did not mean it literately and continued to finger fuck her sweet almost bald pussy hole as my other hand stretched her tiny tit between fingers, her own hand taking care of her neglected breast doing the same.
It was amazing to see this sexy young creature laid out so sexily exposed, invited to abuse with out protest with my cock stabbing under her bum desperate to be released.
I stopped briefly, enough time to shuffle my shorts to my knees so my dick sprang free. My hand returned to finger fuck her now sloppy wet young cunt as I positioned my cock to slip up between Kristen’s ass cheeks already wet with pre-cum as my swollen cock-head began to slip up and down.
“Oh yes, wow daddy yes. That feels so sexy and naughty. Don’t stop daddy, fuck your little sluts naughty cunny, hmm.” Kristen called in panted breaths, her tiny frame beginning to sweat and glisten all over.
She came hard, her ass lifting high making her pubic mound arch up as orgasm struck. Her balancing leg trembling as she held with the spasms shivering through her body. My hand covered in her shiny cum secretions, down over my wrist as my thumb pressed to her clit and my pointer looped inside her tight virginal canal until her ass collapsed on my cock.
“Oh fuck, fuck daddy. I love you Max.” Kristen hushed catching breath. She lay for a minute then slipped to the floor tugging away my shorts to kneel between my legs, her hands immediate in arresting my throbbing cock shaft.
Kristen’s eyes were glazed as if in a spell as she began to jerk, her fingers smoothing over my cock head gathering pre-cum to lubricate, then she spat spittle, looked up at me with aroused needy eyes and said almost pleadingly;
“I want to see it happen daddy. I want to watch my daddy’s cock cum.”
Looking down at her small tits jiggling, her face full of concentration as her hands massaged my veined engrossed shaft was so erotic, so wrong but so fucking sexy.
Kristen’s small hands worked faster, gripped stronger as she masturbated my dick, her mouth open in amazement when the first long stream of cum swirled like a helicopter up over my shirt followed as quick by another and another.
“Yes baby girl. Oh fuck yes!” I called out in a gravelly voice as she milked more from my cock until the last seeds pumped and oozed down over her knuckles.
Kristen looked at me, licked my cum from her fingers then still looking up, gobbled my cock to suck clean, her tongue lapping out as she crawled up between my legs wiping clean to swallow the messy goo over my belly and on my shirt till she was back in my lap letting my softening penis shrink under her pussy.
“Awesome daddy. That was so cool. Am I a good daughter slut Max?”
“Yes honey, the best. Such a naughty little fuck you are Kristen.”
“Good! I am your naughty little fuck daddy.”
“Yes baby girl. Daddy so loves his filthy little cocksucker.”
“Hmm, yes daddy. I would have let you daddy. God it felt so wonderful when you were fingering my pussy. It has to feel that good with your cock right?”
“Yes Krissy but I can’t yet. I can’t afford to complicate this any further and get you pregnant now can I? I would love nothing more then to bury my cock in that sweet young cunt of yours Kristen.”
“Oh you said “cunt”. That is so sexy. What about a condom daddy? I want to feel my daddy’s cock inside my filthy cunt daddy.”
“Damn you sound so hot when you talk nasty Kristen but lets not over do it okay. I hate condoms honey and I want you to feel it proper when I do it. We need to get you on the pill I reckon. I can wait much longer.” I laughed just as the phone rang.
I pushed Kristen off to the side affectionately and stood up to get the portable phone from the coffee table. As I began to talk Kristen got down on the floor on her knees again and began to suck my limp dick and lick and tongue over and under my shaven bald sac.
It was hard to concentrate but I did not push her away.
“Great Kenny thanks. So I will expect her around noon tomorrow? Excellent. Oh man, this is huge. Thanks so much mate. Bye.”
Kristen had a questioning frown on her face as she looked up sucking my soft phallus for no other reason then she wanted to.
If anyone ever discovered us I would die. Right then looking down at her pathetic longing look I decided that even if we were denied I would try my best to illegally have her with me, even if it meant we both ran away somehow. I need her now as much as I have needed any female in my life and not just sexually. Kristen had become embedded in my heart.
Her wet fingers played with my sagging cock as she looked up licking her lips to ask:
“What’s up? Who was that?”
She curled in my lap as I explained and soon moved to lay on her belly with her face over my cock playing as she studied closer, feeling a right and freedom to do so.
“So as you see Kristen, I have taken a huge risk that could ruin it but I feel we must if this is to work out. I so do not want to lose you and if they say no, then plan “b” comes in to play.”
‘I understand daddy but I am so scared. What will this woman want to ask me? Will she make me go back there? And what is plan B?” Kristen asked kissing the top of my cock now finished with her play, rolling over with the back of her head resting in my lap, the back of her fingers on one hand causally flicking the nipple of one tit.
“You are so beautiful Kristen. Marcy is my friend Kenny’s sister. She works at DOC’s honey but I think we can rely on her to be fair. She will ask you many questions to determine that what you are saying is the truth. Just be honest baby. Oh, except if she asks about what we might be up to.” I chuckled before continuing.
“We can do this baby girl, make it all legal but it will take time before it comes official. I just hope they let you stay with me in the interim, that you have to literally beg for baby. If they say no, plan B is to run away. I don’t know. I have a holiday home up the coast and if anything should go wrong that is where you will go and hide. I would come up every weekend and in between where possible but you’d be safe and comfortable and at least I will know you are there. Lets just hope that plan never has to eventuate.”
“What, what about Amy? This won’t mean they will move her away again, to a new family?”
“That is something possible we have to consider as a consequence Kristen, sorry. The hope is however, that Amy can come live here, that is my first plan. Is that okay? Would you like that?”
“Seriously? Oh Max do you mean that? I would so love to have Amy safe here with me. It, it makes the risk all so worthwhile.” Kristen sang sitting back up to hug my neck.
“I don’t want you to worry baby girl but it depends so much on this interview with Marcy. She is apparently looking over your file as we speak but I will tell you this, your last case manager has long since left DOCs so she will see it all fresh. She went in specially this afternoon to start on your case okay?”
“Okay but you said to be honest and that part is easy because it is true Max. I do love being with you. I have never felt safer. She has to see that.”
We did not bother to dress and had a light dinner of pasta then shared a bath, washing each other to another orgasm before crashing to sleep in my bed.
I woke the next morning to Kristen under the covers sucking my cock into life.
“Morning daddy!” she giggled as I threw back the sheets then gathered her, turning her around so she lay over me in the classic “69” position.
Her baby pussy already glistening wet as I began to lick and toy with her sex. Perfection not complete as I blew a fresh load of cream premature in my girl’s hungry mouth and as soon as I recovered, I was able to concentrate teasing her aroused young pussy
I had Kristen sit up squashing her sex to my face as I devoured her, her hands reaching backward for support on the bed head as I drew her orgasm to paint over my cheeks and mouth. The moment intensified for her as a finger fucked inside her tight little anus making her cry with new joy.
“Oh my God daddy that was so intense, so naughty. You fucked my bum hole?”
“Yes and I think my filthy girl liked that right?”
“Oh yes, it was wonderful. I am such a filthy little slut daddy.” Kristen teased sucking the finger that had only moments before, been jammed inside her ass hole.
It was Sunday and we stayed dozing and playing in bed till mid morning. At one stage when I needed to use the bathroom Kristen came with me and insisted on holding my soft cock as I peed, then sat with legs apart to let me watch her do the same before she let me wipe her pussy with a tissue.
“Hmm, daddy likes looking after his little dirty slut.” Kristen laughed running back to jump into the covers of the bed.
Kristen dressed in her most conservative outfit for the big meeting. It was a simple orange and white patterned sundress and sandals.
“Baby, did you not buy a bra or two?” I asked as we sat waiting noticing her tiny tits when she lent forward to a drink soda through a straw.
“I don’t have big enough tits yeah? Besides, I like you looking at me. I have never had a bra daddy so I was not sure what I needed. Is that okay?” she sniggered cheekily.
“Well you just make sure Marcy sees none of that honey or she will maybe see it as somewhat naive and be afraid to let you stay here with a man my age.” I warned looking at my watch impatient and anxious.
“Okay daddy and I will call you Mr. Wellsford yes?”
“Yes baby. Okay, game on Kristen. I love you baby girl so much.” I said kissing her cheek to go and answer the doorbell.
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