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 Now I don't consider myself a violent person.  I avoid confrontation when
ever I can.  However, today would be one of those days that violence would
be unavoidable.  Landing me, at least temporarily in hand cuffs, in the
back of a police cruiser.  What a way to start a week.

   Walking home from work today I noticed while crossing the parking lot of
my complex, a pretty loud verbal fight between a man and a woman.  Seconds
later the man landed a devastating closed fist punch to her face instantly
putting her lights out.  Then while my brain was still processing what to
do, a girl I recognized as one of my students Taylor Sommers came running
from where I wasn't sure and jumped on the man's back.  The man easily
grabbed her off and backhanded her hard enough for her to fly several feet
through the air before crumpling to the ground.

   Hitting one of my kids made my brain finally engage, and I stormed off
across the lot after him.  Unfortunately he was able to deliver multiple
rabbit punches to the woman.  I grabbed his arm to prevent another blow, as
he knelt over her.  I pulled his arm as hard as I could, causing him to
stumble towards me, still on his knees.  I extended my knee to meet
squarely with his face.  His nose exploded, and he fell backwards.  He
quickly got back to his feet and charged at me, only to be caught by a
right hook putting him down for the count.

   As soon as he hit the ground the first cops were rolling up.  Instead of
wanting to know what was going on, they come running and screaming orders
throwing me to the ground, handcuffing me and tossing me behind the
partition.  Fortunately Deputy Goff our school's SRO heard the radio
chatter and responded.  He noticed me in the back of the car and got me out
took my side of the story, then uncuffed me.  I noticed Taylor sitting on
the curb crying, I sat with her and checked out her face.  That asshole had
put a nice imprint of the back of his hand across her face.  One of the
officers photographed it for evidence.

   "Taylor, your mom is pretty badly injured, you dad as you can imagine is
going to jail, do you have any relatives nearby?" Deputy Goff asked.

   "Not here...My grandparents live in Florida."

   "Honey, since there is no one to watch you we are going to have to call
DCS to house you in a group home for a week or two, until your mom gets out
of the hospital."

   Taylor erupted into tears.  The look of fear as the tears crossed over
her freckles was heartbreaking.  She just remained silent and trembled.

   "Hey Deputy, Would it be ok it she stayed here with me?  I am one of her
teachers so I can guarantee she will get to school everyday, she will have
access to her apartment to get her clothes and things, and her friends at
school won't know what happened because she won't disappear from school.  I
have a spare bedroom I don't use." Just as I finished my question Kathleen
from DCS walked up.  I knew her well from different meetings at the school.
Deputy Goff proposed my offer to her and she just looked at me and smiled.

   "Mr.Barnes, I think you would be a fine temporary foster."

   Taylor wiped her face and hugged me as hard as she could, thanking me
repeatedly.

   "Hey Pete, her old man will probably bail out within a day, we will have
an order of protection on him to keep him away from you and Taylor, just be
aware if you go back to her place to get her stuff." Deputy Goff Informed
me."

   "Taylor, lets go back to your place to get everything you will need for
a week so we won't have to see him." I said to her, we got information on
where they were taking her mom, then proceeded on.

   Taylor was a sweet kid.  She wasn't in any of my classes but there
wasn't a day including my very first day working there that she didn't wave
until I waved back, or high fived me.  She always had a smile on her face.
The top of her head came to my chin so she was a fair height for an eighth
grader.  She definitely had Irish heritage in her as she had very red hair
she always kept pulled up behind her head.  A beautiful pale face dotted
with delectable freckles, and two amazing green eyes.  She was still
developing, her slender legs encased in her skinny jeans topped with an ass
taking nice shape.  Her hips haven't filled in yet.  Her chest was growing
at a large A possibly B cup.  On several occasions I had seen down her
shirt, some days she didn't wear a bra and you could see the nipples and
areola still had a conical shape to them though they were atop nice shapely
mounds.  My intervention tonight wasn't to get with Taylor, it was to help
her.  But, chance had opened a new possibility for me.

   We gathered everything she needed from the apartment.  She asked if I
had wifi as soon as I had acknowledged that I did, she grabbed her laptop.
We secured her apartment and headed over to my building.  Once inside I
showed her the spare bedroom.  It wasn't anything extravagant.  A twin size
bed, a dresser, a closet, and a window.  She plugged in her phone and
laptop to charge and laid some things out on the dresser.

   "Have you had anything to eat yet?" I asked.

   "No." She said looking sheepish, like she was embarrassed that I had to
care for her.

   "Well I can remedy that, make yourself at home.  Mi casa is su casa." I
said leaving her to her thoughts.

   I got to work.  Ground beef and a jar of Ragu for the sauce, a box of
spaghetti, and some left over hamburger buns to make impromptu garlic
bread. After all that had gone on today it was close to 9pm so I knew she
had to be hungry.  I tapped on her door and told her dinner was ready.  She
joined me at the table a minute later.

   "Oooh thank you Mr.Barnes, this looks good."

   "You're most welcome, and when we're not in school call me Pete."

   Taylor told me she had called the hospital and that they were keeping
her mom sedated due to all the broken bones in her face.  Tomorrow was
election day so schools were closed.  I told her we would try to visit her
if the hospital allowed us.

   After dinner she asked if she could watch some show she liked, I just
reminded her that this was her house too.  She watched her show, while I
graded some papers.  I had lost track of time, when I looked in the living
room Taylor had fallen sound asleep on the sofa.  I took the throw from the
back of the couch and covered her.  I then went to bed myself.

   Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by a blood
curdling scream.  I bound from the bed in nothing more than my boxers,
fetching my 1911 from the nightstand, and rushed to the living room
assuming Taylor's dad had returned.  In the room in front of the couch,
Taylor was on the floor curled tightly in a ball crying and shaking.  I
rushed to her and placed my hand on her back for comfort.  But she quickly
scurried away putting her hands in a defensive position as to avoid being
hit.

   "Please no don't hit me again....please." She pleaded.

   "Taylor honey it's Pete, remember.  No one is going to hit you baby. 
You were having a nightmare.  You're safe here." I said as I once again
moved closer.  This time she wrapped her arms around my neck and wept.  We
sat and talked for a while before retreating to our respective rooms.

   "Hey Pete, nice butt." She giggled, before closing her door.

   It was only then I realized I had been sitting with her in my boxers the
whole time.  I had to stand there laughing at my self, for what I must of
looked like storming in, wearing nothing but boxers and a handgun.  I
crawled back into bed and quickly fell back asleep.

   In the morning I awoke to a beam of sunlight peeking through the blinds.
I also awoke to a hand on my chest, and warmth against my back.  Apparently
Taylor had slipped in during the night and took up position behind me.  I
rolled as gently as possible to face her.  I laid and watched her sleep for
a good while.  She had changed into a plain white thin cotton night shirt
with white cotton panties underneath.  Her nightshirt had crept up during
the night exposing her from the navel down.  Her panties accentuated her
developing pelvis, and snugly made her slit stand out eliciting a response
from my midsection.  I just watched her sleep.  After a while she began to
stir, eventually opening her eyes, and meeting my gaze.  She smiled and
apologized.

   "Sorry I was scared to be alone."

   "I understand, it's all good.  It's been a long time since I've woken up
next to a beautiful woman."

   Taylor just blushed at the compliment.  To break the tension I also
whispered.

   "Nice Butt."

   She busted out in laughter.  She turned red realizing just like me last
night she didn't consider how she would look this morning, when she crawled
into bed.

   I made us some breakfast and as we sat and ate she asked me why I had
stepped in.

   "Taylor, you greet me with a smile every morning, you always go out of
your way to talk to me, and give me high fives.  Most students only talk to
me if they have a question in class.  I look forward to going to work every
morning due to you.  Besides that, men shouldn't hit women, and when he hit
you, I just became ten alarm pissed off."

   "Thank you, and I'm sorry for being so much trouble.  Oh and sorry for
getting in your bed, I know that was wrong."

   "One, you're welcome.  Two, you are no trouble, I would do it again in a
heartbeat.  Three, you were scared, and I really did enjoy waking up next
to a beautiful woman."

   Taylor stood smiling and took her plate to the dishwasher.  As she
passed I gave her a light smack on the behind.  She jumped and giggled.

   "Yup yup." I said.

   "Yup what, smartie pants?"

   "Yup yup you've got a nice butt."

   "Oh my gawd." She exclaimed rolling her eyes, and heading to the
bathroom to get ready for the day.  Typical of a girl she was in there for
quite some time.  When she was finished, she wrapped her hair in the towel,
stuck her head out and looked for me.  I was at an angle where she couldn't
see me.  Thinking she was in the clear she bolted down the hall to her
room.

   "Yup yup!" I shouted.

   A squeal came from her room knowing she had been caught with her pants
down so to speak.  I erupted in laughter, I wasn't being too perverted, I
was trying to make a game of it.  Lots of joking, and even more compliments
go a long way.

   I grabbed myself some towels out of the closet to go shower.  I climbed
in and lathered up and enjoyed the rest of the hot water.  I stepped out of
the shower reaching for a towel only to discover there weren't any!  That
sneaky brat had stolen my towels.  I stuck my head out just as she had
done. She was sitting in the living room between me and my bedroom door,
she still had the towel around her hair, and now one wrapped around her
like a neatly tucked dress.  She was holding my towels offering them to me
if I wanted to come and get them.

   "Well you know if you weren't here I would be walking around the house
naked anyway." I stepped out and walked toward her in the nude.  She turned
red not thinking I would do it.  She offered my towels to me.  I reached
out but instead of taking the folded towel from her hands I snagged the
towel that she was wearing.  She yelped standing there in shock, not able
to cover up because her hands were full, and looking all over for someplace
to hide.

   "I think I like this towel better." I said using it to dry off but
making no attempt to cover myself.

   "Well if your brave enough to walk around naked, then so am I!" She
said. I could tell she was embarrassed as hell but didn't want to give me
the satisfaction of seeing her run and hide.  So there she stood tall and
defiant...and butt naked!  It was all I could do not to say something that
might embarrass her when I saw that her pubic hair was the same red as the
hair on her head!

   "I'm glad you're brave, because you are incredibly beautiful.  Now lets
get dressed so we can see your mom." I said to her.  She blushed then
walked to her room with that girlish butt swish.  If she would have turned
around she would have immediately seen that I had an enormous erection. 
How much farther could I push this I wondered to myself.

   Hospitals are always depressing.  The only time I have ever been in one
until today is when someone I loved was dieing.  We found Taylor's mother's
room and sat with her for about an hour.  Her face was completely bandaged,
the parts that were uncovered were deep purple and black.  Taylor remained
stoic, and held her moms hand until time to leave.

   Once she left the hospital building, her emotions finally let go.  What
they say about the temper of an Irish girl is completely accurate.  She
punched one of the columns supporting the vestibule as hard as she could.

   "Fucking asshole!" She yelled.

   "Honey I don't think your dad is...."

   "He's not my dad!  He just leaches off my mom!" She yelled quickly
walking towards me.

   "You should have killed him!  You should have killed him!  You should
have killed him!" She screamed while throwing wild punches at my stomach.
She drew the attention of the security guard who started to walk toward us.
I motioned for him to back off and let her vent.  Eventually every last bit
of her energy was expended and she collapsed into my arms, a sobbing mess.

   We sat on a nearby bench for a while so she could regain her composure.
She apologized to me at least a hundred times while we sat.

   "It's OK, we all need to explode every so often.  You gotta let it out
or it will eat you up from the inside.  You didn't hurt me."

   "Pete...can we go walk around the mall?  I'm not ready to go home yet. I
need some retail therapy."

   "The mall it is." I replied.

   We walked around the mall for a couple of hours, some shops together
some separately.  We had some Chinese in the food court for lunch.  I
grabbed a new video game.  And she had a variety of bags from different
stores.  Taylor was a very responsible kid.  Her mom had given her her own
credit card, and she was very careful with it, paying it off out of her
allowance.

   After a stop at the grocery store, we went home.  I made a detour into
the apartment office, so I could pay my rent.  While there the manager
asked me how Taylor's mom was.  He mentioned she would be two months down
before getting out of the hospital.  I had not even considered bills being
paid while she was injured.  I handed the manager my debt card, and had him
put two months on it.  I also told him, if asked he didn't know who paid
it. He happily agreed, handing me a set of keys.  He had changed the locks
on the apartment and posted a notice that he was not to come back on the
property.  He wanted to make sure Taylor could get in and we could get in
when we brought her mom home.

   When I got back to the apartment Taylor was starting to prepare dinner.
Then I nearly snapped my neck when I realized she was cooking naked.

   "Hey you said you walk around the house naked, and besides you have
treated me so good and taken care of me, I thought you would like it."

   "Yes Taylor I do like it very much.  You are incredible!" I said to her.
I handed her the receipt from the office, when she realized her rent was
paid until after her mom got home she was delighted.  Once again she began
thanking me repeatedly.

   I retreated to my room and instead of changing I just got undressed, and
went back out.  If she was ok with this than who the hell was I to
complain.

   When I got back to the kitchen she had already had the table set with a
damn good looking pot of chicken and dumplings.  She saw me round the
corner and showed no apprehension about us being naked.  She picked up the
receipt I had handed her earlier, and walked towards me.  She wrapped her
arms around me and placed her head on my chest in a sincere gentle hug. 
The feel of her bare flesh against mine was exquisite.  This was a loving
caring hug to show her appreciation, and I was truly starting to love and
care for this girl.  But, parts of me were wanting it to be more, and I
didn't know if she felt the same.  Only time would tell.

   We sat down and enjoyed dinner.  At thirteen she was a hell of a cook. I
gave her her new keys to her apartment and explained her moms boyfriend
wasn't allowed back at all.  She was happy to hear that.  I rambled on
about this, and that all through dinner.

   "Um..Pete...my eyes are up here" She said giggling.

   "Yea I know, your eyes are pretty too." I replied.  Taylor busted out
horse laughing, and about spewed a piece of chicken across the table.

   "Come on they look like road cones." She said

   "Hey I like boobs in all shapes and sizes, and aren't road cones
supposed to get attention?  Well they got my attention." I said back to
gauge her reaction.

   She blushed and pondered what I had said.

   "Are you being nice, or do you really think I look as good as you say."
She said while blushing.

   "Honey clothes on or off, inside and out, you are beautiful."

   "Do you think I'm...um...well...sexy?" She asked looking ashamed.

   "Well it's not something someone my age should say to you but, yes
absolutely.  When I yanked your towel off this morning I was excited."

   "Isn't that wrong?"

   "Many people would say yes, but let me ask you, are you hurt, afraid,
uncomfortable, or opposed to standing here naked with me?"

   "Well not actually...it kinda excites me too." She said turning
different shades of embarrassed.

   "Good then we are both humans who enjoy the company of the opposite sex.
But most of the world don't think as we do so it's best not to mention
anything we do to anyone else."

   "Okie!  Just so you know most of the girls in school think you are hot
too."

   We sat together on the couch watching TV the rest of the night often
checking out each others bodies, more than paying attention to the shows.
Until bed time.

   I headed off to bed, Taylor went to the bathroom.  I had just laid down
when Taylor appeared in my doorway, looking at me as if to ask permission.
I softly smiled, and lifted the covers for her to climb in in front of me.
She climbed in and laid with her back to me spooning tightly with my arms
around her.  My semi hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks.  We dozed
off together into dreamland.

   Sometime during the night, I woke to a very nice sensation.  I wasn't
sure if she was awake but Taylor was softly rocking her hips back and
forth. My cock no longer semi hard but full on engorged, was sliding
between her soft buns.  I still had my arms around her and could feel one
of her arms moving.  then it hit me, she was masturbating while grinding
against me.  But I still wasn't sure if she was awake or having a wet
dream. She was making soft moans and purrs.  I couldn't help myself
anymore. I moved my hands up to her cones and started softly rubbing them.
Gentle squeezes, rubbing circles around them, when I reached the top and
gently rubbed her nipples with my fingertips, she let out a soft gasp.  Her
rhythm against my cock picked up, pressing her ass tighter against it.  She
was mercilessly rubbing her quim, while I played with her breasts.  She
finally achieved her goal, her body started to shudder, and she pulled
herself into the fetal position.  i could feel the heat radiating from her
body, as she came down and her body went limp.

   The alarm went off seemingly way too early.  Before I could say
anything, Taylor got up wrapped a blanket around herself and made a beeline
for the bathroom.  She had a look of shame and dread, on her face and
didn't even make eye contact with me before fleeing to the bathroom.

   I donned a pair of shorts, as she had covered up.  I walked down the
hall and listened at the door for a moment, I could hear her sobbing
inside.

   "Taylor may I come in please?"

   There was no response except for sniffles.

   I slowly entered the bathroom, she was sitting on the toilet wrapped in
a blanket crying.

   "I'm sorry Mr.  Barnes...I...I..."

   "Sorry for what Taylor."

   "For last night...it was wrong."

   "And what exactly did you do wrong." I asked trying to get her to open
up.

   "I was...well...horny.  I couldn't help it."

   "I don't see the problem, I told you I thought you were sexy, and you
told me you thought I was hot.  So you got horny and played with yourself.
I'm flattered, and I am happy you feel safe enough to do it right next to
me.  I don't think less of you.  I thought it was awesome." I unwrapped her
and let the towel drop.  I placed a hand behind her head and moved in close
placing a soft kiss on her forehead.  She wrapped her arms tightly around
my neck and returned the kiss to my lips.

   "Geesh and I thought you were upset at me for playing with your boobs."
I said jokingly.  She busted out laughing.

   "No...I liked that." she blushed and giggled as she got in the shower."

   "How about we share to save hot water?"

   "OK." She said almost gleefully.

   I climbed in with her, we got wet down real good, she rocked her head
back to get her hair good and wet.  When she came back up, I already had
shampoo ready.  I lathered her hair really good, running my fingers through
it and massaging her scalp.  While her hair soaked, I grabbed her body wash
and began soaping her up.  I lathered her neck and shoulders, down her
back, running my hands over her butt.  She turned to face me so I could
soap down her chest, caressing her breasts as I went.  I moved a soapy hand
down over her abdomen, and tummy.  I moved slowly downward and made eye
contact for a moment before proceeding.  She knew I was waiting for her
approval.  Taylor nodded, and I moved my hand down over her scarlet tufts
of pubic hair.  I rubbed gently eventually working my way inside the folds.
I took my time brushing softly against her hardening clit.  It hit her
suddenly, her orgasm caused her legs to buckle from below her.  I held her
up until she regained control of her muscles.  She rinsed off and watched
me soap up.  She had noticed my cock was rock hard.  She got some soap in
her hands and started massaging my member.

   "Fair is fair." She said.

   Apparently Taylor had some experience in this department.  She was
giving me an incredible hand-job, as she watched my foreskin move back and
forth.  She kept looking at me with those green eyes to her soul.  After
the excitement and not coming last night, my orgasm was upon me quick.

   "Oh God Taylor you're fantastic...uhh uhhh."

   Taylor knew to take a step aside as I shot a massive load across the
shower.

   "Oh damn where did you learn that?"

   "My boyfriend last year liked handies...I got good at it." She said
smiling.

   "Wow...yes you did.  We better get ready before we were late."

   The rest of the school week was humdrum.  Though in the evenings Taylor
slept in my bed.  We were always fondling and playing when not in school.
On Friday I took her bowling.  God I enjoyed watching that ass wiggle when
she bowled.  On Saturday we went to visit her mom again.  Though black and
blue, some of the bandages were off, and she was awake.  Her jaw was broken
so it was wired shut.  She had written me a kind note thanking me for
taking care of her little girl, and jumping in to save them.  Taylor had
been texting her letting her know what happened and what had been going on,
and she was very greatful to me.  They expected to keep her mom another
week, because of her injuries, and having a severe concussion from her head
impacting the ground.

   Taylor was in a much better mood than on Tuesday.  She was bright and
cheerful, and so happy her mom was getting better.  She had dressed nice
for the visit in a nice sun dress.  The sun was making her skin and red
hair radiate.  She had a thin gold chain with a cross resting on her pale
chest, and a pair of short dangling ear rings accenting her face.  Taylor
looked stunning.

   Taylor decided that she wanted to go shopping again.  I was relieved
this time it was a new outdoor strip mall type development she wanted to go
to.  I dropped her off in front of the popular stores and arranged a time
to be back.  I went over to the ridiculously huge new sporting goods store
they had built there and poked around looking at guns and the bloated price
of ammo.  I sat for a while in front of the massive fish tank just relaxing
and burning time.  It was early in November in a semi rural area so I ran
into some of the boys from school and their fathers shopping for the latest
hunting gear, all were excited to tell me about it.

   After an hour or so I ventured back over to the main part of the
development where all the stores are.  I found Taylor sitting with several
of her friends from school.  I front of a bakery and coffee shop.

   "Hi ladies can I join your tea party" I asked

   "Mr.  Barnes, we haven't had tea parties since we were six" One of the
girls Kayla retorted.

   "Well are you grown enough to drink coffee?" I replied being a smart
ass.

   Kayla stuck her chest out in defiance and said "Do these look old enough
to you."

   "Wow I could drink some coffee with those cupcakes."

   Kayla turned red, and all the other girls busted out laughing.

   "OMG Mr.  Barnes you're a teacher." Another girl blurted out.

   "When I am not is school I am just another guy named Pete.  No one can
go to the office for what they say here."

   "Why can't all teachers be as cool as you." Kayla exclaimed.

   "Hey I'm unique!" I coyly replied.

   The girls and I sat around for about a half hour.  They took turns
asking questions that would be inappropriate in school.  They relished the
thrill of talking with a teacher in this way.  To them teachers were stiff
ball breakers who gave too much homework and controlled their movements
like inmates in a jail.  They had never considered teachers have a life
outside of school.  We do actually have sense of humors and desires.  I
enjoyed talking to the kids outside of school and acting like one of the
kids.  It is amazing what some of these kids will confide in you when you
humanize yourself.

   The time came to leave, we said our goodbyes, and went home.  I was
exhausted!  Walking around all day takes a bit out of a person.  I was
sitting watching TV, while I assumed Taylor was in her room playing on the
internet.  Being that I was falling asleep on the couch, and hadn't seen
much of Taylor.  I decided to call in an early night and head to bed.  I
left the bedside lamp on for light knowing at some point Taylor would come
in.

   "Pete do you still think I'm pretty?" I heard Taylor ask softly from
behind me.

   I started to speak while rolling over to face her.  " Taylor honey you
know.....Holy Shit!  You look incredible." Taylor started to giggle at my
response.  I didn't see her until mid sentence and...well I have never seen
an angel standing in my midst before.  Her hair, and makeup looked like she
had been working on it all night.  She was wearing a beautiful vibrant red
teddy that matched her lipstick.  Lower on her body she had a garter belt
with the straps attached to sheer stockings.  She had matching lace
panties. Her prepubescent body in that lingerie meant for much older women
was mind blowing.  I reconsidered seeing her as an angel, all that red from
her hair down to her toenails.  This girl was a seductive devil, and I was
fine with that.

   I had I am sure taken alot of courage to come to me dressed like that.
She took a deep breath to muster the rest of her courage, and said:

   "Pete.  I love you.  Not in the husband and wife kind of way, but you
are sweet and take good care of me, and...and...  I want you...to be...my
first.  I trust you...  and...I got this outfit for you today." She stared
at the floor trembling at the thought of what I might say.

   I rose from the bed and took her in my arms.  Kissing her softly on the
forehead, then passionately on her painted lips.

   "Taylor I would be honored.  I am so glad you feel that way about me,
and your choice in lingerie is impeccable!" I said as I moved her hands
down her back to her ass, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around
me as I carried her back to the bed.  I rubbed and caressed over every
square inch of her body.  She breathed in softly when my fingers made
contact with more sensitive parts through the silk and lace of her
provocative garments.  Her pale skin started to take on a slight red hue,
almost as if she were tanning.  We kissed with vigor while examining each
others tongues.  All the while I was still gently stroking her inner thighs
just above where her stocking ended.  Even though I was only rubbing her
thighs, I could feel the immense heat radiating from her quim.  The way in
which we laid allowed my solid cock to rub against the nylon of her red
tinted stockings, the feeling was amazing.  I ran my hands up over her hips
to her back.  I moved my hands to the front cupping her developing mounds,
placing my hands between her breasts and the loose silk of her teddy.  I
moved my kiss down over her chin, throat, collar bones, and chest until I
reached her stiffened cones.  I pulled my hands away opening the front of
the silken garment.  I took one back in my hand and the other between my
lips.  She rested her hands behind my head and pulled slightly.  I sat up
for a new position.  Taylor already had one in mind.  She straddled my lap
with her back to me, allowing my rock hard member to rest against the front
of her lacy panties.  Leaving my hands free to reach around to play with
her chest while suckling her neck, and whispering how beautiful she was in
her ear.  She reached down between her legs and took hold of my cock and
rocked her hips back and forth causing my cock to stroke up and down
against her dampening lace thongs.  My balls were boiling, I was horny, and
I was feeling aggressive.  I grabbed her throwing her to her back on the
bed.  Not violently or hard enough to scare her.  But, hard enough to
realize where this was leading.  I grabbed the sides of her panties and
pulled them.  She lifted her butt allowing them to slide freely down and
eventually off of her ankles.  Grabbing her ankles, I pressed them to the
bed right next to her ears, exposing her luscious pussy to me.  I leaned
forward pressing my tongue to her tiny asshole and danced around it before
moving up to her rapidly moistening hole.  I pressed my tongue in as far as
I could get it, while she let out a moan enjoying the intrusion.  Licking
my way up to her clit, I replaced my tongue in her hole with my finger.  I
found no barrier, nor she show any sign of pain.  She saw the look of
curiosity on my face and let me in on a little secret.

   "I wanted to make sure we both had fun tonight, so I have been
practicing with my hairbrush handle, and other things of the right size."
She whispered between the ministrations of my tongue.

   I just smiled at her as I got more aggressive eating her out, and
savoring her flavors.  I led a full on assault to her clit.  I took it
between my lips, sucking it like a tiny dick.  Her legs locked tightly onto
my head.  I was drowning in her orgasm and loved it.  I released her clit,
and kissed all the way back up her body, again meeting her lips in a kiss.
There was no doubt she could taste her own womanhood on my face.

   "Are you ready?" I said rubbing the length of my solid cock through her
sopping wet slit, picking up as much lubrication as possible.

   "Fuck me..." She gurgled in my ear.

   I lined up squarely with her burning tunnel, and gently pushed forward.
Her lips opened and enveloped the bulbous head.  Her quim slowly took my
manhood inch by inch.  Taylor groaned, and flinched slightly showing some
discomfort, but not pain.  She had done well practicing with her brush.  As
I slowly started working in and out, she instinctively matched my
movements, to get as much of me as she could.  Her tight pussy was
incredible, pulling a suction every time I withdrew.  Taylor grunted with
every impact to her cervix.  Her eyes were rolled back in her head.  My
cock was getting squeezed even tighter like she was trying to milk me.  She
went rigid sinking her nails into my back.  She started violently pumping
under me as fast as she could.

   "Ahhhhhhh FUCK Meeeeee" Taylor screamed, thrashing her body in wild
convulsions.

   She was screaming I was pumping as hard as I could.  Taylor went rigid
exhaling a long groan.  Her pusst was gripping me like a vice, and spasming
like a vibrator.  Her colossal orgasm brought me over the edge.  I slammed
in feeling her cervix part allowing her head into her tiny womb.  I
released stream after stream deep into her body.  We were both winded, too
exhausted to move.  We laid there with my member softening inside of her.
When I did eventually pull out, the pool of cum leaking from her was
immense.

   "Taylor honey, have you had your first period yet?"

   "Yea, Why?" She replied.

   I grabbed a small packet from my nightstand and handed it to her.  With
the revolving door of my exploits coming through my apartment I always kept
some Plan-B on hand in the event.  Of such an accident.  She examined the
packet reading it when her eyes went wide, the reality of what just
happened hit her.  She started to panic.

   "Honey it's ok...take that and you won't get pregnant.  It's safe, it is
just a really high dose of birth control.  Mayby you can tell your mom that
you are having bad periods and she will have the doc put you on regular
birth control so we can make love more often."

   Taylor blushed at the compliment.  For a few more days until her mom
came home, we were joined at the hip, literally!