Author: Jack Spratt
Title:  Jack Spratt's Ashton Stone - A Flash in the Night
Summary: Ashton Stone, a notable reporter with the Bayfield
Chronicle, is on a mission to hell, at least it seems that way.  As a
recompense for some outstanding investigative reporting, he is rewarded with
a two week respite in a corporate cabin in the mountains.   
Keywords: Mf con 

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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Story Codes: (M/f con.) (30k)

   Date of first publication: Friday, October 15, 2004

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   Story Intro: Ashton Stone, a notable reporter with the Bayfield
Chronicle, is on a mission to hell, at least it seems that way.  As a
recompense for some outstanding investigative reporting, he is rewarded with
a two week respite in a corporate cabin in the mountains.

   The trip starts in a monsoon rain storm, that seems to get worse the
closer he gets to the elusive cabin.  Nobody bothered to mention that once
off the major highway, the road takes on the characteristics of an ancient
goat trail. It's dark with the crashing sounds of thunder and streaks of
lightening. The goat trail has numerous washouts and mini rock slides that
could have returned him to the bottom of the mountain, a helluva lot faster
than his trip up.  Rounding one of the numerous hair pin curves, he sees a
flash of red.  Being an investigative reporter he has to stop and
investigate.  After all, that is what he does for a living.  That flash
changes his life.  Enjoy.

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Ashton Stone - A Flash in the Night

Another Story By

Jack Spratt

Part one of a Series

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Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing.
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   Special thanks to my Proof Readers, George Davis and others.
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   Another surprise ending; but, by now, you expect it.  No cheating by
reading the last page: it is not what you think.  - George Davis.

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   It just doesn't pay to be successful: everyone in the room wants to
shake my hand and congratulate me.  My revelations, over the past eighteen
months, have shaken the economic and political fronts in Bayfield.  One
investigation uncovered a massive fraud that cost one of our major
advertisers hundreds of thousands of dollars in skimmed profits and stolen
goods.  They, with my employer, The Bayfield Chronicle, collaborated and
have me on this trip to disaster, heretofore called a reward for a job well
done.

   This so-called retreat for a rest starts in heavy rain.  The weather
hasn't improved since this morning; in fact, it seems worse.  The rain,
combined with the wind, makes driving on the major highway hazardous: sheets
of water blur my vision, but turning off the main road has me concerned
because this trail is no more than a cow path.  The washouts started
shortly thereafter.  This working reward is starting out as a disaster
waiting to happen.  How I let them talk me into this is one for the books.
For the next two weeks, it will give me something to think about, mainly how
to get even with my son of a bitch of an editor: this was his bright idea.
It's supposed to be two weeks of tranquility, during which I'm supposed to
relax and finish an article by the end of the month.

   Being an investigative reporter for the Bayfield Chronicle is nerve
racking, at the best of times.  Bayfield has gone through a number of
scandals in the past four years; three of the major ones were a result of
investigations under my bi-line, Aston Stone.  As a consequence of my
revelations, the city administration fell at the last election and a
complete new slate of reformers are in power.  They've the backing of
several church groups, the PTA and many other civic groups that had been
screaming for change.  This junket is a bonus, my reward, for my work over
the last four years.


   At thirty seven, still single, I've been very fortunate in my field;
exposing scandals accelerated me quickly through the ranks to become the
top feature writer/reporter for the Chronicle and, as an additional bonus,
making me the highest paid and most sought after writer/reporter in the
Mid-West.  Offers from much larger papers flow in, none of which interest
me.  My co-workers are the best and my current goals can be reached in
Bayfield. That's actually a joke. What goals?

   This trip's the inspiration of my editor, after he'd inhaled a brain
fart and with overwhelming support of the paper's owner.  They blessed me
with a two week hiatus at a very remote corporate cabin in the timberland
of one of the major advertiser.  The cabin happens to overlook a
beautiful lake on the side of a mountain.  The advertiser greatly benefited
from one of my exposés, which uncovered a large fraud that had diverted a
major portion of their profits into the hand of criminals.

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   I can't believe this trail.  What everybody forgot to mention is that
the prior victims sent to this cabin must have made this journey by donkey
and mountain goat, pulling a two-wheeled cart.  My poor Yukon is working its
heart out.  Three times I've had the worst sensation ever, when all four
wheels were spinning in the mud.  A steady stream of rocks and gravel are
flying upwards from all four tires hammering off the inner fenders.  The
last stream I forded nearly took the truck and me in its strong current. 
There's a possibility that repairs will have to be done before I can leave
paradise.  Where did I go wrong to be cursed with this trip?

   Prior to leaving the main road I made a pit stop and had the presence of
mind to top off the fuel tanks.  The shitty weather started when I left
Bayfield and hasn't abated an inch.  Now dodging rocks and small
landslides, the journey is taking all my concentration.  Rounding another
hairpin curve, a flash of red catches my eye for a mil-second, then
disappears. That's odd; maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me; the wipers
are being challenged to clear the windshield.  Slowly, continuing my upward
climb, that flash of red finally registers.  The last time I saw anything
like that shade was on clothing worn by people either directing traffic or
children riding bikes, bright so they're noticed.  Nobody in their right
mind would be out here in this weather, would they?  Unfortunately, the
more I think about it my instinct tells me to investigate. It's likely
nothing; but, then again, it could be something.

   Shit!  Turning around is a nightmare.  The Yukon protests as it pushes
over a clump of small trees, mud is flying from the tires as the wheels
search for traction.  Now turned around, can I find the flash of red from
this direction?  This is one of the times I wish I wasn't an investigative
reporter.

   Going down the mountain seems a lot easier than going up.  Noticing the
hairpin curve, I slow to a crawl, even slower than usual.  The lights flood
over to my left in the turn and there it is: a flash of red.  To make
matters even worse, the heavens chose that moment to open up additional
floodgates.  Stopping, I grab the spot light.  Once out of the truck, I'm
soaked to the skin in a matter of seconds: nobody told me the second coming
was expected.  Carefully following the edge of the road, along the way I
step into what I thought was a puddle it turns out to be a foot deep
crater: now my feet are soaking, as well as everything else; then, wham! There
it is.  Red reflector tape on a bundle of something on the side of the road
gives me that sinking feeling, is it a body?  The rain is so heavy it makes
it difficult to distinguish what it really is.  As much as I hate it, I have
to investigate, that is what I do for a living.  There is a flash of
lightening, revealing the bundle; it's a body: two feet are sticking out
from what appears to be a covering of some sort.  The crash of thunder
shakes the ground.  My gut is in my throat, wondering who it could be.

   Eyes blinded with water, I make my way to the body.  Now nearly on top
of it, the body makes a whimper.  Dead bodies don't whimper: someone is
down and possibility hurt.

   "Hello, are you hurt?"

   A small face turns and looks at me. Even with the pouring rain, its
obvious it's the face of a young girl.  Her eyes are full of fear.

   "Can you help me?"

   The reflective tape is on her backpack. What I can see of her clothing,
it's for hiking; she is wearing one of those ponchos you see postmen
wearing in inclement weather.  Helping her out of the backpack straps, we
head for the truck.  We both struggle against the wind, rain and very poor
footings; but, we finally get to the truck.  After helping her climb into the
passenger seat, l return to retrieve her backpack.

   The next test of my driving skills is turning around and continuing my
trip up the mountain to that elusive cabin.  Again, that sickening feeling
comes when all four wheels are slowly spinning, more gravel and rocks
flying; then, they bite and we inch forward gradually picking up momentum.
With the heater and defroster on full blast, providing a little comfort, I
take a moment to survey my passenger.  Strings of matted dark brown hair
cover parts of her face, mixed with splashes of mud.  It's difficult to
guess her age, but she has to be a young teen.

   "Who are you and what the hell are you doing up here in the middle of
nowhere?  Do your parents know where you are?"

   She turns and looks at me, her two, large, brown doe like eyes misting.  A
sob shakes her body.

   "I'm Teneil Tone-Pah; I'm running away from home."

   "What are you doing in this god-forsaken part of the country?  Isn't
there any better place to run too?"

   "It's not god-forsaken; my forefathers have lived and hunted these
mountains for hundreds of years.  There's a cabin a few miles further, it's
fully equipped and nobody is expected up there until hunting season in the
late fall.  It's a good place to hide."

   Teneil is a Native American.  Her complexion appears shadowy, but I
thought it was the poor light, some mud and the present miserable crappy
circumstances.  Even in the cab of the truck, it's hard to distinguish
shades of color.

   "So what were you going to eat?"

   "My pack is full of dehydrated food and clothing.  With fishing, hunting
and wild berries I can take care of myself.  These woods have been part of
my life since I was five."

   "And how old are you now?"

   "Fourteen.  Who are you and what are you doing her in the middle of
nowhere?"

   "I'm Ashton Stone.  I work for the Bayfield Chronicle.  The people that
own that cabin you referred to have generously provided it to my paper. 
They suggested I use it for a rest.  So the cabin does exist?"

   "Oh, it does, you'll love it, and the scenery is so beautiful.  There's a
big lake in front of it with loons.  The fishing is great."

   Great, I don't fish.  I don't even like fish.  The Yukon is loaded with
everything I could think of to get me over these two weeks.  Fortunately,
there's plenty for two.

   "Well, I'll have to go back with you tomorrow; your parents will be
worried."

   "Great, it'll do them good.  But, you don't have to try; you won't be
able to get out of here until they repair the road behind us, it's a lot
worse now than when you started.  Depending on how much damage the storm
created, it could be a couple of weeks or more.  There's only one cabin on
this road; so, it will be the last road repaired."

   She knows a helluva lot more about this area than I do.  Teneil has
regained her confidence as the heat does its job.

   "Well then, we can call them."

   I reach for my cell phone.

   "You are really green aren't you?  Cell phones don't work from here.  We
are too far from any tower."

   Now, there's one little teensy-weensy bit of information nobody bothered
to tell me.  Nobody is expecting me back for two weeks; so, no one will be
the least bit concerned of my whereabouts; all will be thinking I'm in an
outdoor retreat enjoying my solitary existence, recharging my batteries. 
Unless the people who'll be searching for Teneil figure she has come this
way, we're outcasts from the world for at least two weeks.

   Great.

   For the last few miles, things did not get better. It looks like the Yukon is
straddling a small river and, if I live through this, I am going to castrate
my editor with a very dull knife.

   The rain has really done some serious damage to this shitty goat trail.
The Yukon is bottoming out continually, making me wonder if we will ever
get to the fabled cabin.  Then, in a flash of lightening, the mystic cabin
is revealed.  Parking as close to the door as possible, I kill the engine.
The rain continues to pound on the roof.  What a helluva spot to be in; some
relaxation.  Once outside, the deluge re-soaks my clothing.  On the porch, I
watch Teneil follow me.  She tries the door and finds that it is locked.

   "We'll have to break in."

   "No, we won't. Remember, I'm supposed to be here to relax, they gave me a
key."

   Once inside, I fumble for a light switch; then it dawns on me, there is
no power in the middle of nowhere.  Teneil moves to my right, bumps into
something, mumbles something under her breath, then I see a flash of a match
and her lighting an oil lamp.  A soft yellow glow fills the cabin.  It's a
very large one-room affair with stairs leading to a loft that expands over
one half of the cabin.  There is a gas stove and what appear to be two
refrigerators in the kitchen area, as well as a table and six chairs; plus, a
large selection of lounging furniture, comfortable chairs and sofas.  Two
large bookshelves are full of books, magazines and other reading material

   Why do you have refrigerators in a place with no power?  Curiosity
getting the better of me, I open one.  It is full of food and drinks of
various sorts; a cool feeling hits my face.  Something is creating power
for them.  One has an envelope taped to it marked 'Welcome Ashton'.

   "They run on propane.  You never have been in the woods before, have
you?"

   "No."

   The closest I have been to any woods in my life is a walk in the park
and I nearly got lost.  That was enough for me.  I'm not an outdoor sort of
person.  Teneil is at the fireplace.  She has a bundle of burning paper in
her hand and shoves it towards the chimney.  We can't burn paper all night.

   "I am creating a draft for the smoke; if we just light the fireplace the
smoke would fill the cabin in seconds.  The air is heavy with all this
rain."

   Davey Crockett I'm not; saved by a fourteen year old.  The envelope
contains a note from the owners thanking me again for what my investigation
revealed.  The food and drink are a small token of thanks.  The check
represents ten percent of what they will receive from the insurance company
and has the blessing of my employers.  Why wouldn't it; it doesn't cost
them anything.  Now, what check?  Shaking the envelope it slowly floats to
the floor.  It's for fifty thousand dollars.  Now this makes the trip
worthwhile, assuming I can get out of this hellhole and am still young
enough to enjoy it.  Then, the smell of coffee gets my attention: Teneil has
made coffee.

   "There're all kinds of food here. How many people are you expecting?"

   "No one else is expected; just me and now you.  This's supposed to be a
retreat for me; all I have to do is complete an assignment by the end of
the month."

   "There's enough food to feed an army."

   While she is busy in the kitchen, I reconnoiter the cabin.  The loft
reveals three double beds divided, from the other, by heavy sheets of cloth
hanging from the beams.  In one corner is an enclosed shower.  This has me
wondering where the water is coming from.  Turning on the tap, the water
flows slowly and is tepid in temperature; it'll feel good on my cool wet
body.

   "I'm going to get my suitcase; do you want your pack?  We will unload
the Yukon tomorrow morning."

   "Yes, please, all my clothes are in it.  I hope they are still dry."

   After retrieving them, I stand before the fireplace that is now
producing welcome heat.  It feels good on my wet, cool, tired body.  The
smell of bacon gets my attention.

   "Are you interested in something to eat?  Bacon and eggs are the
fastest."

   "Famished! I just realized I haven't eaten since this morning when I
started this trip to paradise."

   "You found the shower.  Go and clean up, dinner will be ready by the
time you are done."

   Teneil is turning out to be little Miss Homemaker.  The shower does have
me feeling like life is worth living again.  I feel human.  The scent of
food has me ravished.  Teneil has set the table.  Two more lamps have been
lit; the room has a cheery feeling, with the heat from the fireplace and
the smell of food.  She joins me and we eat.  She's tall for fourteen.  Her
manners are very good and she handles herself with confidence.  She's still
in her damp clothing, her hair is a mess; but, her face is intriguing, not
beautiful, but very alluring.  Her lips are a little large for her face;
maybe she will grow into them.  They're very appealing and moist looking;
her eyes are large brown drowning pools, sparkling with life.  A far cry
from when I first saw her.  It's hard to tell about the rest of her, as her
clothing is very bulky.

   "That was an excellent meal.  Cooking has never been my thing."

   "I've been cooking for dad since I was able to reach the stove.  I enjoy
doing it."

   "I'll finish up here and you can shower.  I don't know where the hot
water comes from."

   "The two small water towers outside, painted in a flat black. They are
full and have a pump to give us pressure in the cabin; otherwise, the water
would just dribble out.  The sun warms the water during the day.  You will
find out a lot of things tomorrow, if the rain stops."

   I find out later there is a solar rechargeable battery pack that
provides the water pump with power.

   While doing the dishes I can hear the shower.  My mind is playing tricks
with me envisioning the sight.  Then, I catch myself.  I've never been
interested in young girls; hell, I have written numerous special pieces on
child porn.  What the hell am I thinking?

   "Mr.  Stone, I don't have anything to wear as a nightie, I usually sleep
in the nude."

   Again my mind envisions that scene, and again I've to bring myself back
to reality; she's a young girl in distress.  That's a stupid thought! She
enjoys the outdoors, and I'm the one in distress!  A number of my
sweatshirts are very long and could be construed as a nighty for her.

   "One of my sweatshirts should do the trick, if you don't mind wearing
it."

   "That would be great."

   "Hang on; I'll throw one into the loft."

   It's made of soft cashmere, a favorite of mine.  One toss and it's over
the banister flopping on the loft floor.  Returning to the dishes, I can
hear her moving about; again my imagination is running amuck.  Finally, she
seems to flow down the stairs.  The change has me frozen in my shoes,
staring like an idiot, likely with my mouth hanging open.  The sweatshirt
ends four inches below heaven, exposing two very beautiful, well-toned and
muscled legs.  Teneil has a body that will bring most men, hell, all men to
their knees.  Her face is radiant; her still damp hair is long and shining.
As she approaches, the scent of her shampoo and soap precedes her.  Just
looking at this young teen has my hydraulics doing their best to embarrass
me.  Young girls have never had this effect on me.  Maybe it has something
do with the fresh mountain air.

   "This's a nice sweater Mr. Stone.  It's so soft against my skin."

   More fodder for my vivid imagination.  I've worn the sweatshirt numerous
times and hadn't noticed its feeling against my skin.

   "It does look a lot better on you than it ever did on me and, please,
just call me Ash."

   I don't know if Teneil is blushing, but her skin seems to have an
increased sheen.  Her shading is exotic, mystifying.  Shivers run through
my body, I feel funny like I'm anticipating something.  It's definitely
time to call it a day and go to bed.

   "I don't know about you, but this is a day I would really like to
forget."

   She stares as me with a disappointing look.

   "I don't mean meeting you; I mean the weather and the horrible trip up
here.  It's not something I'm used to."

   "Tomorrow will be better; the sun should be shining when we get up."

   Watching her climb the stairs is not advisable to anyone with a weak
heart: the bottom of the sweat shirt sways tantalizing; exposing some, but not
enough, bare skin with her flowing body.

   A lamp glows in a corner sleeping area.  The semi-darkness doesn't
reveal if she's wearing panties.  There I go again.  The last thing I
should be thinking of is anything sexual.  After blowing out the lamps on
the main floor, then heading upstairs, I stub my toe on a solid wood table.
My expletive remark gets a giggle from her.  Finally in bed, I can't help
but look towards her sleeping area.  She isn't in the far corner as I had
thought, but has moved to the bed next to mine; we're only separated by a
sheet of cloth.  I watch her silhouette, her graceful flowing movements,
mesmerizing.  First she combs her long hair with long steady strokes and
then she starts brushing.  Her grooming fascinates me.  Her body movements
have my total attention.  She's so close I can smell her shampoo and bath
soap.  When she's done, she stands and removes my sweatshirt.  This I don't
need.  Her breasts are outlined in the light, small but protruding enough
to make them very noticeable, her nipples obvious.  Then she moves, her
body appears to be facing my bed, I can't help but notice a large gap
between her legs.  A very evident extension projection has to
be her minor labia.  Her body has all the curves a young woman should have,
in all the right places.  And I should not be looking.  The effect of this
is a very ridged and aching hard-on.  Then she blows out the light and the
cabin goes into darkness.  It takes me an eternity to fall asleep.  All I
could see is her extended labia very vividly in my dirty mind.

   Awaking in the morning, after a very fitful sleep, I'm still sporting an
erection that could penetrate plate steel.  The cabin is bright from the
sun, the storm dissipated during night.  Teneil is already up: she is
moving around on the main floor.  Getting up, it's embarrassing the way my
cock is sticking out.  I really need relief, but my options are limited to
my hand.  Closing my eyes, and grasping myself, I start stroking.  It does
feel good and the image in my mind is Teneil. How can I think of a young
teen; it isn't right.  A sound has me open my eyes.  There, in all her glory,
is Teneil, staring at me pumping my one eyed snake.  She doesn't seem fazed
in the least, not like my sinking feeling.  My cock goes limp in my hand,
problem solved.

   "I'm sorry; I just came up to tell you breakfast is ready."

   She turns and promptly leaves me in my quandary.  While getting dressed
I realize there's no way out of this predicament.  The cabin doesn't leave
me too many options.  I have to face her.  No doubt, my face has a sheepish
look on it when I sit down.  She is good.  She doesn't flinch; she serves
me coffee and asks me how many eggs I'd like.  She is one cool young lady.

   For some reason I'm famished.  It hasn't been that long since we ate
last night.  Teneil pours me my second cup of steaming coffee and suggests
we enjoy it on the porch.  Outside there's a big difference from last
night. The sun is warm against my skin; the scenery is actually
breathtaking.  The lake is calm, as smooth as glass.  The sky is so clear
you can make out the soft fluffy clouds.  I've never seen a sky so vivid,
and then I realize what is different, there's no smog.  There's a wooden
dock with a boathouse at the end of it.  A small boat with a motor at the
end of the dock sits motionless.  It's very picturesque.  Looking upwards,
I realize the long strips of white are actually vapor trails from the jets
flying so high above us they appear as little dots in the sky.  Quiet? I've
never heard such quiet; the only sound is the occasional chirp of the
birds. Then the mournful sound of a loon breaks the silence.

   We sit on a log bench, covered with soft cushions.  Teneil is wearing
body hugging, low rider jean, short shorts and a narrow yellow bandana top;
the shorts show more than they cover.  If she's wearing that outfit to get
my interest, she has it!  Her top has to be made of a very thin elasticized
material.  She really doesn't have much; but, what she has is on full
display.  Teneil's breasts jut out about an inch from her body, topped with
two pencil-eraser sized nipples.  The effect on me is crazy.  Never in my
life have I been so enthralled by a young girl, but today is so different.

   "I am sorry I disturbed you this morning, did you finish?"

   Shocked at the comment, the heat of my blush starts at my toes and
slowly rises to my face in a matter of seconds. Unlike Teneil, my
complexion shows a stunning red.  How in the hell am I supposed to answer a
question like that to a young, beautiful girl?

   "Don't be embarrassed. I hear my brother beating his meat every morning.
I've even watched him."

   Silence is still the best option at this point.  If she walks around her
home dressed like she is now, her brother has to jack off just to keep his
sanity.  She also sleeps in the nude? How often has he seen her?


   "Where you thinking of me when you did it?"

   The crimson of my blush just increased two shades darker, my admission
of guilt. What next? Teneil noticing my embarrassment, smiles and gets up
and walks to the railing, her back to me.  Now, I am faced with two
beautiful globs of her flawless butt cheeks, most of which is exposed. It
makes me want to reach out and touch someone . . . her! The seam of her shorts
is lost in the crack of her ass.  There're two beautiful handfuls on
display.  The view does nothing for my condition, neither for my
embarrassment, nor the rising interest between my legs; it's all happening
automatically.

   "Do you think I am beautiful?"

   Teneil turns, facing me, her crotch is nearly eyelevel.  There's a very
distinct camel toe staring at me right in the eyes.  Pathetically, I just
gawk; I'm supposed to be the adult.  It's been a while since anything that
beautiful graced my eyes.  It's more than I imagined last night, as she
prepared for bed.  Why is this happening to me?  I don't get off on young
girls, but something about Teneil has my number.  I've to get in control.
Gathering up all my willpower, I attempt to change the topic.

   "Why are you running away from home?"

   "You first, answer my question."

   "Yes, I think you're more than just beautiful; but, it makes me feel
uncomfortable."

   "Is it because I'm fourteen?  Well, you shouldn't be, I'm a woman you
know."

   There's no doubt about that in my mind; but, unfortunately, it isn't the
consensus of society.  My gaze flips from her upper lips to her lower lips.  Her
natural beauty has me mesmerized.  Her upper lips have an effervescing look
about them.

   "Now, you answer my question."

   "Thinking about it now, it was silly. My parents were going away for the
weekend and my brother was to be my babysitter. I told them I didn't need
one, they wouldn't hear of it, so here I am.  I don't think I proved my
point.  They likely didn't get away after realizing I wasn't home."

   "You made their point.  This stunt just proves you needed a babysitter."

   She comes back to the bench and sits down, this time right beside me. 
The soft scent of shampoo and bath soap emanates from her.  Looking down
her chest, her nipples have my attention, they look so rigid, and the top
of her camel toe is very evident: what a beautiful U shape.  My body
stiffens as my attempt at self-control kicks in.  Me, the big reputable
bi-line writer, who has often written about the bad men who like young
girls, is now sitting beside Teneil, and she has me rattled beyond anything
I could have ever imagined.  The urge to put my arm around her is so
strong. Looking at the top of her head, her hair is beckoning my face.  She
doesn't help, she moves again and this time tightly into my side.  Just the
touch of our bodies feels like fire, a slight shiver runs the full length
of my body.

   "You feel so warm and smell nice."

   When her hand touches the top of my thigh, my cock jerked upwards.  Of
course, she notices it and touches me again.  It doesn't disappoint her.  My
arm is getting uncomfortable; she lifts it and puts her head on my chest.
There is absolutely nothing to curtail my reaction.  She is now staring at
my cock tenting my slacks.

   "Maybe I should start working on my assignment."

   "We've at least two weeks here; maybe more, because of the damage to all
the roads.  There'll be a lot of time for you to finish the assignment."

   Teneil looks me in the eye then brings her hand to my face caressing me.
The automatic tendency is to lower my face to her touch.  Her hand smells
of hand cream.  My stomach is tied in knots; we're not supposed to be doing
anything like this.  We're obviously not on the same wavelength.  She is
caressing my neck and then my chest.  When she slips her hand into my
shirt, I nearly lose it.  Running her fingers through the ample hair on my
chest, then rolling one of my nipples between her fingers, my right hand is
squeezing the bench arm so hard, there has to be my finger impressions in
it.

   "Can I see the hair on your chest?  The men in my family have very
little body hair; nowhere the amount you have."

   Sheepishly nodding yes, she proceeds to unbutton my shirt.  Now
bare-chested, the coolness of the morning feels good, but it is soon
replaced by the heat of her exploring hand and fingers.  Looking down at
her sexy eyebrows, her striking soulful eyes, perky nose and those oh so
kissable lips, it's hard to keep control of myself.  My left arm slips off
the top of the bench down her side, making contact with her soft inviting
skin.  My puritan upbringing keeps telling me `get up you asshole and run
as fast and as far as you can: you know this is not right'.  The feel of
her bare skin against my hand makes the other side of my being want more. I
pull her body against me.  She looks up; her tongue slowly moistens her
lips, like she's inviting me to kiss her.  Slowly, I move my face down
towards my illicit goal.  She doesn't flinch but actually moves up to meet
me.  When our lips meet, I know I'm lost.

   There have been many women in my life, being a very recognizable face in
Bayfield helped immensely, but none of them can match the exhilaration
that's going through me right now.  There's no way to describe the feeling
of kissing this young lady.  Her arms encircle my neck, and then sitting
up, I pull her body against mine.  Her hard nipples seem to impale my chest.
Where do we go from here?


   "Teneil, this has gone too far."

   Breaking her embrace is the hardest thing I have done in years.  My
desire for more is overwhelming; in all my life I have never wanted a woman
more than Teneil.  Standing, I head for the dock and the boat.  It appears
ready to go.  Peering in the boathouse reveals a number of rods and
numerous lures hanging on the rafters.  Maybe I should take up fishing. 
Then Teneil's arm encircles mine and she pulls herself into me.

   "Ashton, you didn't have to leave.  I know what I'm doing."

   "That's the problem, so do I and it's all wrong.  You must know that."

   "Your body doesn't think so."

   She's right; my cock is a major part of the problem, not part of the
solution: it has no self-control.  Teneil's admiring the tent it's
producing.  How I would love to tell her just how far my desire for her
goes.

   "I had better unload the Yukon; it's starting to get warm."

   The sun has made its presence felt, warming the air.  Walking back to
the cabin I notice the roof is covered with solar panels and two satellite
dishes.  There's some kind of power apparatus available, but nothing I
noticed.  Twenty minutes later with Teneil's help, the truck is unloaded. 
Her close proximity does nothing to help me regain control of my body. 
Quite the opposite, my hard-on persists and it hurts something awful.  Then,
she disappears outside.  In the cabin, there're a number of cabinets. 
Opening one I find the reason for the solar panels, there's a television
and a satellite receiver with a note on the screen telling me that after a
day of sunshine there should be enough power for five hours or more of
television.  Hitting the switch the screen fills momentarily.  It has been
set on a local channel.  The main crux of the news report is the damage the
storm did last night.  Not only on the snake trail that I drove last night,
but there're some major washouts on the main thoroughfares as well, that
will require extensive repairs.  The film footage shows giant caverns where
roads used to be.  The station switches to local coverage and again the
storm is the news.  Trees have been uprooted blocking roads, damaging power
and telephone lines.  The emergency services are still attempting to
contact the residents without power and telephones to ensure all people are
well and accounted for, but the task is made more difficult due to so many
washouts and uprooted trees blocking roads.  The announcer estimates that
it could be as long as a month for all roads to be repaired.  A number of
hydro crews, from as far away as Canada, are converging on the area to
expedite repairs.  Shit! There's no way I can last a month with Teneil; no
man would be expected to withstand her beauty.

   "It doesn't look good, does it?"

   "There's a helluva lot more damage than we anticipated.  We could be
marooned here for a month.  The only good thing is that my paper will be
looking for me in two weeks.  Shit! I wish my cell phone worked.  At least
we could call and tell your folks that you are fine."

   Teneil walks to another cabinet, opens it, returns with a funny looking
instrument; it looks something like a telephone, but bulky.  She hands it
too me.

   "We can call.  This's a satellite phone.  With it you can call anywhere
in the world."

   "Why in the hell didn't you tell me that last night?  Your parents have
to be worried sick wondering where you are."

   "I felt so stupid running away; I was too embarrassed to tell you."

   "How did you know it was here?"

   "I told you, my family has been part of this area for years.  We watched
the cabin being built and all the features they put into it.  This land
actually belongs to our tribe and the company is leasing it."

   The operation is very similar to a regular telephone. After reading the
instructions, I'm soon talking to my main news desk.  They patch me through
to my editor, who tells me he's relieved to hear from me.  He rehashes the
latest news of the storm and the repair effort. A call to the company that
owns the cabin confirms that it will be a while before I should attempt to
leave.  He takes my number and will call with any news.  I assure him
there's plenty to eat and drink.  I never mentioned Teneil.  She stood
silently as I completed my call.  Handing the telephone to her, she asks.

   "Aren't you going to call your wife or girlfriend?"

   I don't know whatever gave her that impression; I've never been married
and have played the field for years.  I've never had a long-term
commitment. Actually, I'm a coward in that regard.

   "Sorry, I don't have either one.  Why would you think that?"

   Did I just see her smile when she heard that?  She's happy I am
unattached.  What's the hell is she thinking of?

   "I just thought you did."

   "Well I don't, now you call your parents."

   She reluctantly dials and the contact is made.  She turns so her back is
to me; all I can hear is mumbles.  I can only assume her parents are elated
that she is all right and then they let into her.  She turns holding the
telephone away from her ear; I can hear a male voice, a very unhappy male
voice.  She returns the telephone to her ear and says 'I'm sorry' and then
hands the telephone to me.

   "Mr.  Stone."

   That male voice is still on the other end of the circuit.

   "Yes."

   "You write for the Bayfield Chronicle?"

   "One and the same. I assume you are Mr. Tone-Pah."

   "I am: I just want to thank you for rescuing our wayward child.  She has
been a challenge since she learned to walk and talk.  Don't take any shit
from her; if she needs it, you have my permission to warm her back side."

   "Does she know that?"

   "You better believe it!  She's due one when she returns.  If she were
here now she wouldn't be able to sit for a week.  I'm so relieved that
she's okay, but she really knows how to try a person.  Don't you let her
get the better of you!  She can be very persuasive."

   "I'll keep that in mind."

   "I'll have to call the sheriff's office and tell them the good news. 
From what I hear on the news, you and Teneil will be sharing the cabin for
a couple of weeks or more.  I do feel sorry for you, Mr.  Ashton.  I hope
when this is over that you're still as aggressive a reporter as you were
before meeting my daughter.  After two weeks with her, you could be a client
for a funny farm."

   "I'm sure we will make out.  By the way, we've more than enough food to
last, the owners of the cabin saw to that.  Your daughter is a great cook."

   "Thanks again for rescuing her. I do love her, but she's a handful."

   Breaking the connection, I look at Teneil.  She has a question look on
her face.  My eyes have a mind of their own and they focus on her luv lips
still molded in her shorts.  There goes that feeling again, as my cock
slowly grows.

   "Are you going to spank me, Ashton?"

   "Since we're going to be cabin mates, please call me Ash."

   "So, are you?"

   "Do you think you deserve it?"

   "Not yet."

   I don't even want to go there.  She's baiting me, as her dad mentioned
she would.  I bet she is a hellion at home; but, a very beautiful hellion.
Seeing I didn't take the bait, she has another suggestion.

   "Let's go swimming.  I checked the water; it is warm near the dock.  You
do swim, don't you?"

   "Yes, but I didn't bring a suit."

   "No matter, neither did I."

   "You are suggesting we swim in our clothes?"

   "No, silly, in our birthday suits!  You aren't afraid of me are you? 
Besides, I have already seen you."

   Talk about pushing the envelope; she's even bolder after the call to her
dad.  In all my heart I want to see her naked teen body, but know I
shouldn't even contemplate such a thing.

   "That wouldn't be wise."

   "Do you always do what is wise?"

   She moves towards the door, stops and turns.

   "Come on, coward."

   She means it; she intends to go swimming in the nude in front of me, come
hell or high water.  She grabs two towels, throwing one at me.  Following
her swinging buttocks to the bench on the dock, she sits and removes her
shoes, then looks at me to do the same.  I do.  She locks her eyes on mine
and then rolls her bandana top down, exposing two of the perkiest titties.
They're to die for.  She looks at me in false disgust and I remove my
shirt. Then she lowers her zipper and starts a snake dance as she wiggles
the shorts over her hips and down her legs.  She's standing before me in a
very skimpy white thong.  Nervously, I remove my slacks and stand in front
of her in my shorts, sporting an enormous hard-on.  Then she turns her back
on me and lowers her thong.  Her butt cheeks are made for spreading and
enjoying that tight anal opening.  My cock is straining at the bit.  Facing
me now, my eyes are quickly diverted to her pussy and the very prominent
outer love lips with an equally obvious set of labia extending from them.
The light dusting of brown, straight hair sets off the scene.  I know my
mouth must be gaping as I digest the beauty.  Hell, I'm shaking like a
leaf! She clears her throat to get my attention and then starts tapping her
foot.  She's waiting for me to drop my shorts.  Now totally nude, my
realization is that I am standing in front of a fourteen year old,
exhibiting myself like a flasher in the park.  My blush flows through my
body.  My cock is bobbing up and down, the foreskin pulled back enough so
my slit is showing.  It's emitting precum.

   "Damn! You're a lot bigger than my brother.  I think it's cute."

   She thinks it's cute? What an ego builder.  What's next?  She slides in to
the water and walks until hip deep and then dives, disappearing and finally
surfacing about twenty feet from where she dove in.  She starts swimming
back and forth watching me.  Following her, the water does feel warm in the
shallows.  Walking to the approximate position where she dove, I do
likewise.

   The shock nearly kills me! Two feet from the surface, the water is like
ice.  Say goodbye hard-on, I can feel it contract. Contract, hell! It
disappears!  When I come up for air, Teneil is laughing. She's enjoying the
scene.

   "Why didn't you tell me it's like ice water?  Hell, its freezing!"

   "Don't be such a baby.  Your body will get used to it shortly."

   That's because everything is frozen and in shock; my poor cock will
never be the same.  Moving closer to her, I can't help but stare.  Her skin
is radiant, even in the cold.  Her nipples are hard and pointing, the cold
water doesn't have the same effect on nipples as it does on penises.  The
funny thing is I still want her as much as I did this morning, but my
equipment is frozen in time.

   We enjoyed the water for nearly fifteen minutes, and I use 'we'
sarcastically. Fifteen seconds in this cold water is too long for me; but,
Teneil enjoys every minute of it swimming like a fish.  The only good thing
is watching her taunt body moving through the water.  Moving to the
shallower area, the warmth feels good.  Looking down, it's obvious to me
that my hero may never recover.  Teneil moves to the dock, turns around and
smiles as she looks at me.  Hoisting herself onto the dock she heads to the
towels.  She spreads one out and proceeds to sit, her eyes still on me. 
Again she smiles and then lies down with her feet facing me, her legs
spread and her knees bent outwards.  Even from this distance her beautiful
pink peach is very evident.  Slowly moving towards heaven, the view gets
better and better.  The movement of her spreading knees has opened her
velvet beauty.  Her labia are protruding like a blossom; the interior of
her pussy is a very shocking pink.  Moisture, creamy white, which I am sure
is not just water, is forming at the opening.  Hell, even my shriveled up
hero is taking note.  After the cold water, I figured that he was lost
forever.  This sight has a drastic effect on me.  Teneil obviously knows
she has my interest, as every few moments she moves her knees back and forth
keeping my attention, like a cobra mesmerizing its prey.

   Remember my cold body?  The view of this teen, with legs willingly spread,
has heat moving rapidly through me.  What I should do is grab my towel and
run like hell to the cabin; but, it's as if my feet are in cement. Slowly,
very slowly, they are moving me closer to Teneil.  Hell, she has all the confidence in the world; she is actually just lying there totally exposed to me, her eyes
closed like she's having an undisturbed nap.

   Here, on the dock, her Achilles heel is a couple of feet from my grasp. 
There's no way in heaven any sane red-blooded man could ignore what is
tantalizing me.  Maybe a day with lots of saltpeter and driving a spike
through both of my hands to keep my mind from what is before me; but, two
long weeks of it? Never!  Finally, Teneil looks up; scrutinizing my body,
then she focuses on my cock.

   "I still think that looks cute. I like it better sticking out, than when
you were in the water."

   She knew full well what would happen to me when my body hit the cold
water; she purposely led me in, knowing she has me hooked like a hungry
fish.  She still hasn't attempted to shield her pussy from me; I have to
admit, she's bold.  Then she sits up, moves closer to me and caresses my
face; my mind has me smelling her sexual effervescence that is a few inches
from my nostrils.  My body starts to shake again.  Teneil is now on her
knees, we are eye to eye; she leans over and kisses me, her moist tongue
pushes against my lips.  That did it.

   My hands are on her warm body, exploring; her skin is so soft and supple
to the touch. My hands travel down her back, caressing her soft bum cheeks. 
There's more than a handful.  One finger finds her tight anal opening. 
Sensing my touch, Teneil pushes back against it, which is a good sign. 
Wanting more, I lift her into my arms and slowly make my way to the cabin
porch.  I lower her gently to the bench.  She lies down.  Again on my knees,
I rain kisses on her legs, working to her thighs, then heaven.  Teneil's
eyes are closed, but she's sighing as my tongue explores her mystical
opening.  Her essence has a very distinct taste.  Savoring every drop, the
more I lick the more she generates.  Her labia are suck able and her body
stiffens as I take each one and suck on it.  A small, but very obvious,
clitoris is standing out from its hood.  Her pubic hair is straight and so
soft.

   If my public could see me now: Ashton Stone, the Crusading Reporter from
the Bayfield Chronicle, the leader of the charge against child porn, now
with my face buried between the legs of a fourteen year old beauty enjoying
her sexual essence, just like a young school boy enjoying an ice cream
cone. I'm doomed!  With firsthand experience now, I know what some of the
men had gone through.  Not that all young girls want this type of
attention; but, from the beginning, it was obvious Teneil knew a lot more
about this than I did.  Then she shocks me again, lifting her hips to my
lips, her body shudders with a climax.  I've been with a number of women
that don't get as much out of my oral manipulations as Teneil just did. 
She reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair.

   "That does feel so good Ash, keep doing it."

   Her pussy sap continues to flow heavily.  Lapping as much as possible,
the excess still flows down her ass crack coating the beautiful tight
asshole.  When my tongue encounters it, she closes her legs on my head
squeezing my ears.  I have enough wiggle room with my fingers to spread her
cheeks and give me access to her rose bud.  My continuous barrage has her
dropping her defenses and giving me complete access to both vibrant
openings.  Three times she goes to the brink and has a momentous climax. 
Not bad for a fourteen-year old.  Actually, my tongue is starting to hurt
from all this activity.  With my face buried between her legs, I get the
craziest thought of someone coming up the trail and witnessing us both
naked and me eating her with all the passion I can muster.

   Lifting my mouth from the heaven, Teneil looks up and starts to laugh.
My face is glazed with her juice that seems to dry quickly.  She is quickly
in my arms kissing me and licking her own essences off my coated face.  Her
hands run up and down my chest hair, finally settling on the head of my
cock.

   "You are so much bigger than my bro.  You feel so warm.  What can I do
for you?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "This's the first time that I've ever done anything like this.  I
masturbate all the time; but, it never felt like what you did for me."

   "What you are doing right now is good for a start."

   Teneil explores my shaft and then hefts my ball sack.  She seems to
enjoy rolling my foreskin back and forth; the tip of my hero is coated with
precum.  Just watching her play with my cock has me close to cumming.  I
still can't believe any of this is happening; but, licking my chin and
tasting her essence confirms it did.  Teneil is leaning over getting a good
look at the mechanics when it blows.  There's hot creamy sperm on her face,
in her hair and dripping down her breasts, it's like an erupting volcano. I
didn't know I had that much sperm.  It's my turn to laugh.  She's a mess.

   "What happened?"

   "I climaxed and you got drenched."

   Teneil still has my cock in her hand and watches as it shrinks to a very
soft stub of its former self.  Rolling back the foreskin she fingers the
spunk that coats the head.  She looks at me, then brings her coated finger
to her nose and makes a face.  Then touching her tongue out she checks the
taste, another screwed up face.

   "It tastes so salty."

   "Some women like the taste, some don't."

   She doesn't pursue it any further, but grabs my hand and leads me down
to the lake.  There is a strong smell of spent sperm coming from her. 
After cleaning our bodies, she is in my arms kissing me.  All that comes to
mind is that this is the first day of our time together.

   "I'm going to get dressed and go fishing.  Want to come with me?"

   For far back as I can remember, fish is something you feed cats.  The
only time fish tastes acceptable is when it is fried in a thick batter with
chips.  The thought of catching those slimy, slippery things doesn't appeal
to me.

   "Thanks, but no, you go ahead, I have some work to complete before the
end of the month."

   "Do you want to help me find some worms?  I need bait."

   First she wanted me to go fishing and now to capture little, slimy, wiggly
worms.  What planet is this girl from anyway?  Why would a girl want to do
things like that?

   "Did you check the boathouse?  The company seems to have thought of
everything else."


   Teneil leaves me to check the boathouse; she looks so cute walking away
from me in the nude.  I still can't believe what has happened.  Me, Ashton
Stone, involved with a teen beauty.  All my preconceived ideas about
perverts have been shattered.  Teneil has changed all that.  Before
returning to the cabin, I grab my notebook from the Yukon.

   Now dressed, and enjoying a fresh coffee on the porch, I review the
details of my article.  The sound of the small outboard motor being started
gets my attention.  Teneil is leaning over the motor dressed in short
shorts and cut off T-shirt.  She looks as appealing dressed as she does
nude.  There is also action in my shorts. I am rock hard just looking at
her curvy bottom.  Ashton, take control! You're ogling a teen, again.  Then a
feeling of shame overtakes me realizing what happened earlier.  Did I take
advantage of Teneil?

   ****************************************************************

   The article actually goes well; at this rate, it will be done in a couple
of hours.  Every time the motor starts, I look to find Teneil moving the
boat from one spot to another, looking for her elusive fish.  With all the
food provided, and all that I brought, we don't need fish to supplement our
supplies.  Then, the motor starts again and she is heading for shore.  Has
Teneil given up?

   It's hard not to stare at her.  Knowing what is under her clothes
doesn't help.  She docks the boat, ties it securely and then proceeds to a
wooden table close to the shore.  She has a string of wiggly fish.  Yuk. 
Throwing the fish on the table, she comes to the cabin.

   "I need a dish to put the cleaned fish in.  You want to watch?"

   Don't fish come already cleaned?  They live in water. How dirty can they
be?  Something tells me this is not something I need to witness.

   "No thanks. I'm right in the middle of my work."

   I watch as she gets a large plastic bowl and grabs a funny looking knife
with a long thin blade.  What is she going to do with that?  She looks
towards me, smiling, and proceeds to the cleaning table.  With the skill of a
surgeon she grabs a fish, loops off its head then slits it from stem to
stern.  I watch in horror as she grabs the tail and uses her fingers to
remove the guts.  I feel sick.  That's it, I move into the cabin.  How can
a beautiful young girl do things like that?  The next sound I hear is her
coming through the door.

   "There are enough fish fillets for a good meal.  Do you like fish and
chips?"

   "Yes, I do."

   "Good, you can peel the potatoes.  There is a chipmaker above the sink."

   Peel potatoes? A chipmaker? Don't they come in a plastic bag?  It isn't
hard to tell that Teneil knows her way around a kitchen.  She finds a heavy
pot with a wire basket insert, fills the pot with oil and has it on the
propane gas stove heating.  I'm watching in wonderment as she mixes
breadcrumbs and spices in a bowl and then beats three eggs in another.

   "The potatoes aren't going to peel themselves!  You do know how to peel
potatoes, don't you?"

   How do you admit to a smart-ass teenager that you haven't got a clue in
a kitchen?  At my apartment, I have mastered the art of making coffee in
the morning and I grab a bagel at the commissary on the way to the office.
Lunch is always at the company restaurant and dinner is usually at the
expense of the company, as I interview a lead.  With all my publicity, I'm
recognizable everywhere and a number of eateries won't allow me to pay the
tab, hoping they get mentioned in one of my articles.  I do my best to
accommodate each and every one of them.  Not one of them has ever asked me
to peel potatoes.

   "Of course I do."

   Locating the potatoes is relatively easy; there are three bags of them
in the pantry.  I have found them, now what?  Well, I have to open the bag.
Grabbing a knife, I attempt to acquire a new skill: removing my fingers
with a sharp instrument.  Teneil has been watching my antics, a knowing
smile on her face.

   "You're clueless in a kitchen, aren't you?  A real klutz!"

   Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to be shown up by a mouthy
teen?  Her father did warn me.  I really don't have a clue about what I'm
supposed to do.  Teneil reaches in a drawer and retrieves a funny looking
tool.  She grabs a potato and peels a length of skin, demonstrating.  She
hands me the tool and continues with what she was doing.  After the third
potato I get the hang of it.  Soon, a substantial pile of freshly peeled
potatoes graces the counter.  Feeling proud of myself, I wait to be
congratulated by Teneil.  Instead, I'm chastised again.

   "You have to run them through the chipper."

   Grabbing another odd-looking gizmo, she slips a potato in the chute and
slams down on the plunger.  Presto! A potato is converted to chips before
my eyes.  Soon, after mastering another art, my pile of potatoes is converted
into ready-to-cook potato chips.  Teneil places some of my chips in the
wire basket then dips them into the boiling oil very slowly.  After some
initial spattering the oil begins to boil.  As I watch in amazement, a few
minutes later she removes the basket, allows the excess oil to drain and
dumps the results into a metal bowl.  Then, with the movements of an artist,
she gently shakes salt over the chips and then looks at me.  I take it to be
an invitation to try one.

   "They are hot."


   That's an understatement.  I nearly lost my tongue!  Figuring discretion
is the better part of valor, I sit at the table to watch and learn.  While
the second helping of potatoes is cooking, she dips the fish fillets into
the beaten eggs, then coats each one with her breadcrumbs and spices.  The
room is filled with the odor of frying.  Even those fishy things smell good
cooking.

   Done, she piles two plates with chips, topped with three pieces of fish;
somewhere, she found ketchup and vinegar.  Teneil devours some of the fish
with relish and then looks at me.

   "The least you can do is taste some; I'm not a bad cook you know."

   The image of Teneil wielding that knife, and the fish guts flying, doesn't
bring a tasty image to the fish.  Using some willpower, I cut off a bit and
try it.  At the end of the meal there isn't a piece left. I made a pig of
myself.  Teneil's right.  She knows a helluva lot more than I do about a
kitchen.  After cleaning up the mess, we retire to the porch and watch the
sunset.  Tonight is so different from last night.  The brilliant sun
disappears leaving us in the twilight of the moon.  It has been a very good
day.

   Before long the cool of the night takes over and Teneil snuggles into
me. Her hair smells of chips, reminding me of an excellent dinner.

   "Thank you for dinner, Teneil.  I can't believe I ate all that fish."

   "The air here makes for an improved appetite.  I'm glad you liked the
fish.  The lake is full of them."

   My hand finds her small breast.  Her nipple is hard and so is a part of
me.  She notices and rubs.  Looking at her with so much lust, I can't help
but lean over and kiss her.  She returns the kiss while squeezing me. 
Breathlessly, I suggest we get ready for bed.  Being a gentleman, I give
Teneil first dibs on the shower.

   Teneil comes out of the shower drying her hair with a large towel. 
She's naked.  Just the sight of her body has me shaking like a leaf.  Hell,
I do want her.  After my shower, I shave and splash on some cologne and,
returning to the main room, find that Teneil is nowhere to be seen. 
Looking up, she is leaning on the banister waiting for me.  The lamplight
silhouettes her young body.  What a sight.

   No pretense now: she's in my bed and holding up the covers for me to get
in beside her.  It's a challenge to see how much bare skin we can get to
meet.  We squirm around, enjoying the contact.  In kissing her, she gives me
her tongue, tasting of toothpaste.  Her hair now smells of shampoo, her body
of bath soap.

   When I nibble her ear lobes, she goes wild.  Then, at the nape of her long,
smooth neck, I enjoy the taste of her skin.  Everything about her is a new
adventure for me.  How can one so young have so much influence on me? 
Moving down her body, her sexual scent tells me why I'm crazy about her. 
It's so enticing, something I could easily get addicted to it.  Who am I
kidding?  I'm addicted!  As soon as my mouth touches her pussy, she lifts
her legs and spreads them as wide as possible to accommodate my tongue. 
Soon she is squirming and enjoying her first climax.  She's so sloppy,
there's no way I can accommodate all of her juice.  Some of it drips down
her ass crack, coating her asshole.  My finger easily slips in two knuckles.
In the dense fog, my mind wonders if that tight opening can accommodate my
cock.  The feeling of Teneil's hands, pushing down on my head, brings me back to
the present.

   "Ash, enough! If you keep it up I'm going to faint."

   Moving up beside her, and hugging her close, we are eye to eye; I'm
hoping mental telepathy transfers my urgent need to Teneil.  She pushes me
back so her hands can explore my body, the hair on my chest and my nipples.
Her touch is like that of a feather, very light; but, when she makes contact
it is like a charge of electricity running through my body.  Her eyes are
bright and shining as she moves to a lower target and grasps my shaft. 
This time I am ready for her touch, no premature ejaculations like last
time.  She rolls my foreskin back over the head and then runs her finger
over my small precum coated slit.

   "Can I do something for you?"

   Even in a situation like this she takes joy in teasing me.  She squeezes
me tighter, bring me closer.  I can't believe how much I want to make love
to this young girl.  I am hurting.


   "Yes, you can.  Do you think it will be okay?"

   "Why don't we find out?"

   Thank goodness Teneil lets go of my cock. I've no idea how much longer I
could have held out with her manipulating me like that.  She makes a
production out of pushing me to the edge of the bed and then arranging
herself in the middle, with legs spread.  While I'm moving above her, she
shows no fear or apprehension.  My six foot two frame, carrying just about
one hundred and eighty pounds, easily covers her four-foot plus body, likely
weighing in at ninety pounds, soaking wet.  I'm not the biggest in the
world, less than seven inches; but, there's a fair girth to my shaft.  I pray
that she can accommodate me.  She certainly couldn't sustain my weight; so,
it's a balancing act with my cock moving towards her moist, willing pussy.  The
heat is awesome when we actually touch.  Slowly increasing pressure,
there's a slight hesitation when her hymen is breeched and the head of my cock
enters heaven. Teneil takes in a big breath as she accepts the intruder. 
Using very short strokes, and with each downward stroke, she accepts a bit
more of me.  Then, in what seems like hours, my pubic hair is introduced to
hers.  I'm in.  The rest is history.  The crescendo when I climax had to
have been heard in Bayfield.  I haven't cum that hard in years.  As gently
as I could, I roll onto my back bringing her with me, so now she is on top and
we are still joined at the hips, a feeling I want to extend as long as
possible.  Nobody told me making love to a teenager would be like this. 
Teneil lies on top of me for the longest time, even after my hero gave up
the ghost and slipped out of her.

   "Teneil, that was the greatest feeling I've enjoyed in years.  You were
magnificent."

   "It was the first time for me.  I feel like a log was pushed up my
pussy."

   Pulling her to my face, I kiss her.  She slips her arm around my neck
and slides off my body.  Shuffling so we are facing each other, I recall
kissing her again.  The next thing I hear is the sound of a couple of
squirrels having a very noisy disagreement, just above our heads.  We have
spent the night in each other's arms.

   There's a very strong smell of sex on our bodies.  Teneil looks like a
sleeping angel, her chest rising and falling as she softly breathes.  On her
back, she has no breasts at all, just lovely nipples.  Leaning over I cover
one with a kiss, then the other, then I take it in my mouth and suck.  Her
hand slips around my neck and she pulls me to her breast.

   "That's a nice way to be wakened, Ash.  Everything is so wonderful.  I
slept like a log last night.  I don't even remember going to sleep."

   "Good sex can do that to you."

   "I feel so good this morning; I'm ready for another interesting day."
   Teneil wiggles to get onto her side, then reaches down and confirms my
hard-on.  She looks at me, and then arranges her body for sex.

   "Let's do it again before breakfast."

   Last night was good, but this morning is great.  Watching Teneil's face
go through several contortions before she climaxes, and then when I cum she
encircles my neck and pulls her body into me for more physical contact. 
For one so small, and so young, she's strong.  Finally, she releases her grip
and falls back onto the bed: our combined cums slowly seeping out of her
engorged pussy.  It's a very erotic sight to see the white cream against
her copper toned skin.

   "I need a shower, I stink."

   "I'll join you; it's big enough for both of us, if we squeeze in."

   The thought is great, the practical application isn't.  The shower stall
isn't big enough to shower and do a good job; it's big enough to arrange
her small body so that I can enter her again.  Again, she encircles my neck,
wraps her legs around my body, an act I didn't think possible in this
confined space, and assists me in the movements which bring us to a mutual
climax for the second time this morning.  I haven't had sex standing up
since I was a teenager; plus, I have never had climaxes so close together in
my life.  Lowering her, I step out of the shower so she can complete hers.
Done, she steps out, gives me a quick kiss and disappears up the stairs. 
My shower is long and delicious, as I rehash what has happened in the last
twenty-four hours.  While I dress, it's hard to ignore thinking of Teneil
and her numerous abilities. The aroma of breakfast drifts up to the loft.

   Little Miss Home Maker is at the stove when I come down.  She's wearing
one of my shirts and nothing else.  Teneil moves around the kitchen with
total confidence.  Smiling, she turns and brings me a steaming mug of
robust coffee.  Great at sex, can cook and beautiful to look at? What more
could anyone ask for?  My world has been turned upside down; I've fallen in
love with this wayward teen.  Her father warned me of her wiles, I should
have heeded him and taken that to heart.  Instead, she has me curled around
her little finger and panting, just looking at her.

   She turns and sets a plate in front of me consisting of bacon, eggs
and a mound of fresh toast.  Sitting across from me, with a similar mound of
food, she smiles as if she knows something I don't.

   "What have you planned for today?"  

   "I'm going fishing and you're going to pick us some berries.  We can
have them for dessert."

   Me? Picking berries?  I'm a boy from the city! What do I know about
picking berries?  Teneil is bound and determined to live off the land as
much as possible, even though the pantries are full of food.


   "I don't know anything about berries.  I may pick the poison ones."

   "There aren't any poison ones in this area, I'll show you."

   Now that is something to look forward to; my lovely teenager showing me
how to pick berries.  After the kitchen is cleared, she gets a large pot,
hands it to me, and heads out the door, turning and giving me that look
that tells me that I'm supposed to follow.

   There's a well-beaten path leading into the woods.  Following her
gorgeous bum, it isn't long before we come to a massive rock formation.  I
have never seen anything like it.  The rocks are covered with small bushes
that just happen to have large blue berries.

   "These are the berries you're to pick.  They're called blueberries
because they're blue.  Don't start eating them until you fill the pot."

   "Yes, slave driver.  I'll obey."

   "I'm going fishing. If it was later in the fall we could have duck or
rabbit as well."

   She leans over, giving me a peck, and then heads down the path.  I watch until
she's out of sight.  The bushes are full of these blueberries.  Picking one
I drop it in the pot.  One lonely berry doesn't make much of imprint in
this big pot; it's going to take me forever to fill it.  Determined not to
let Teneil get the better of me, I pick; after nearly an hour the pot is
only a quarter full.  That's a helluva lot of berries taking up very little
space in the pot.  I figure that for my efforts a treat is in order,
defying Teneil's instructions I have a few.  Blueberries, ripened in the
sun this high up in the mountains, have very large sugar content.  Raw
they're sweet and additive.  One treat leads to another, and I soon find
myself stealing from the pot.  Instead of my accomplishing my task, I'm
getting myself in hot water.  After two hours I'm still picking, but the
level in the pot seems to remain stagnant.  Then, the moment of truth; I
hear Teneil coming up the trail.  Bending over studiously, hoping to give
the impression I'm working hard, I pick.  She enters the clearing and I
look up.

   "You have been eating the berries.  Didn't I tell you not to start
eating until the pot was full?"

   Dumbfounded, I'm at a loss as to how she knew I cheated.  Teneil shakes
her head and takes the pot.

   "I guess if I want something done correctly I've to do it myself. 
Certainly can't count on you."

   There's no way a person's hands can move that fast.  Teneil is picking
like a robot, I can actually see the berry level in the pot rising.  In
twenty minutes the pot is brimming with berries; she picks a couple of
handfuls and hands them to me.

   "This's for baby."

   Following the smart-mouthed kid down the hill, I feel sheepish.  How in
the hell can she pick so fast?  It has me wondering.

   "Where did you learn to pick that fast?"

   "Our family often picks berries to sell; we can make a couple of hundred
dollars a day.  To buy fresh wild blueberries, they will pay up to ten
dollars a quart."

   Back at the cabin, I realize how she knew I cheated.  My mouth is
covered with the deep blue hue of blueberry stains.  I look like a kid who
got caught with his hand in the blueberry bowl.  After scrubbing the stains
off my face, I return to the kitchen sheepishly.  Teneil is in the kitchen
and, rather than get chastised again, I grab my notebook and retreat to the
porch.  Deep in thought, while working on my article, the scent of baking
fills my nostrils.  Is there no limit to what that young hellion can
accomplish?  Unable to stand it any longer, I sulk into the kitchen.  There,
on the counter cooling, are three pies; the aroma is to kill for.  My life,
even as a kid, has been part of the 'open the package and eat' syndrome. 
Nobody, including my mother, ever baked in my lifetime.

   "You get out of the kitchen! You've eaten enough berries!  The pies are
for dinner.  I don't want baby to ruin his appetite."

   I was going to point out that the two of us would not be able to eat
three pies at dinner, but the coward in me retreated to the front porch to
brood.  Teneil whips by me with that knife in her hand to slaughter her
fish.  I really didn't want to watch again, so I immerse myself in my work.
With her skill and the eye of a surgeon, she filets her catch in record
time. I feel so useless.

   The only way I can feel useful is to get immersed in my article.  This
is something I do best.  The slamming of the screen door brings me back;
Teneil sits beside me, a big smile on her face.

   "All is ready for supper.  All I have to do is fry the fish.  No deep
frying today; they will be pan fried."

   A faint aroma of baking emits from her and realizing that I haven't
eaten, since my cheating with the blueberries, has me wanting to eat her,
literally speaking.  Dressed in her uniform of shorts and a top she looks
good enough to eat.  Oh, to be smitten by a young lady with her smarts is a
large cross to bear!

   "Let's go swimming; all that time in the kitchen and berry picking has
me sweaty and sticky." 

   She would have to bring that up.  The smirk on her face tells me she is
really enjoying this.  Well, I'm not!

   "I'd rather not, after yesterday."

   "Come on, coward, you can go up to your knees, like the little kid you
are."

   Teneil has the tongue of a serpent and uses it to make me feel stupid.
It's apparent I deserve anything she dishes out.  I haven't been much of a
champion, even in bed, as she initiated everything, including the best sex
I've had in a decade.  Opening the cabin door she grabs two towels and we
head for the dock.  Both undressed, I just stare at perfection.  Sporting a
raging hard on, I follow her into the water.  Now aware of the ice in the
deeper water, I just lower myself and get wet in the shallows while she
dives in and swims like a fish.  As she dives, her bare bottom flashes me
numerous times.  Between those cheeks lies a great wonder: is she big
enough for anal sex?  Only time will tell.  Finally she is done and swims
to me.  Her nipples are sticking out due to the cold water.  On her knees,
beside me, she is in my arms kissing.  All the animosity I had for her is
out the window; her soft and willing body is molded into mine.  On the edge
of the dock she sits with her legs spread, her pussy still showing signs of
the wonders from last evening.  Her labia are calling me; my mouth covers
her pussy, kissing and licking.  Teneil leans back and lifts her legs,
spreading to the maximum.

   Her body shudders with each climax, I manage to manipulate her clitoris
with my tongue and that sets her off numerous times.  Finally exhausted, she
lays back on the dock, knees up, legs spread, exposing my second target, her
taut asshole.  With no resistance, I spread her cheeks and devour her anal
opening with my eyes.  It's small and tight: the rim is flawless with no
wrinkles.  That is something that will be corrected, if she allows me
another of my dreams.  Flicking my tongue on the last bastion of sex, gives
us mutual pleasure.  Once my tongue gets to the point of exhaustion, I kiss
her pussy and asshole and then climb up beside her.

   "Ash, at least you're good for something.  You know how to make me feel
so good."

   As negative as the compliment is, I accept it as something done well. 
Leaning beside her, I continue my caressing of her nipples with my fingers
and my lips.  Finally, lying beside her, we relax.  I don't know how long we
were like that, naked and drying in the sun.  Her lips on my cock brought
me back to life.  Leaning over me, she is sucking, one hand cupping my
balls.  It does feel good.  Her other hand is stroking me as she sucks:
squeezing just enough to accelerate my anticipation of what is to come. 
Her touch, her sucking and her pumping have me close.  When the eruption
starts, there's no time to warn her, it just happens.  Surge after surge
fills her mouth.  Her eyes open in surprise.  She's a trooper, not missing
a suck or a swallow, her throat moving up and down with each gulp.  I've no
idea of where all that sperm is coming from; my rejuvenating power had
never been this good.  There hasn't been a time in my life that the flow
has been so abundant and so often.  The mountain air, or the beautiful
company, can only be the reason.

   "You surprised me.  Did you know your cream is hot coming out of you? 
It isn't bad, really, once you get used to the taste.  Did you like it?"


   "Teneil, no woman has ever made me feel as good as you do.  That's the
truth."

   She smiles and leans over kissing me, her breath heavy with my sperm. 
She then jumps up and heads to the cabin, leaving me panting on the dock. 
What am I going to do when we have to go back to our real lives?  Dating a
young teen is a bit out of the question.  That thought makes me feel
shitty.

   Walking up to the cabin, my stub hardly swaying, I still can't believe
the power she continues to have over me.  No one would ever believe that
Ashton Stone, crusading reporter extraordinaire, was under the power of a
teen.  The scent of frying fish fills the cabin; Teneil is wearing a
T-shirt, panty less.  Mesmerized, I sit and watch her move about the
kitchen.

   "Instead of staring at me, you can set the table.  You can do that, can't
you?"

   Her looks are daring me to say something.  What I would love to do is
carry her to the loft and fuck her.  But, that can wait until after dinner.
My stomach is growling.  Setting the table, I also retrieve a bottle of
wine and glasses.  Teneil whips around and arranges dinner on the table, with a
large platter of pan-fried fish in the centre.  Again, I have to admit, I
make a pig of myself.  I never eat this hearty in the city.  The pie is
topped with ice cream.  Two pieces later, we're on the porch with glasses
of wine.

   "I have never tasted wine before.  It's not bad."

   "I'm not really a wine drinker myself; but, after the wonderful dinner you
prepared, I thought it would be appropriate."

   With our wine finished, she moves towards me on the bench.  She smells so
good.  Putting my arm around her soft, willing body, I pull her to me.  She
molds into me.  Finding a nipple, I slowly rub it, the other hand between
her legs caressing her moist pussy.

   "Before we get carried away, someone has to clean up the kitchen."

   She's right, as usual.  Breaking our embrace, I follow her bum cheeks to
the kitchen and help with the work.  When the last dish is put away,
showers are in order.  Teneil first, I wait for her downstairs.  No more
attempting to shower together as much as I want to.  When she's done she
comes to the railing, still nude, toweling herself.

   "Your turn."

   After a quick shower and shave, I make a very quick trip to our sleeping
area.  Teneil is waiting for me, nude on the bed.  She is sporting that
smile again.  What's going to happen next?  There's a tube of KY Jelly on
the side table.  It came from my suitcase.  I've learned to carry it just
in case.  That is all I will admit to you at this time.

   "You want to take me in the ass, don't you?"

   Stupefied, my usual condition with Teneil, I just nod.

   "It wasn't hard to tell that you seem to enjoy it.  Licking and
fingering my asshole at every opportunity.  I noticed the KY Jelly in your
suitcase, I hope you don't mind."

   Still mute, I just nod.

   "You can try as long as it doesn't hurt."

   She arranges her body lying face down, her head on the pillow, another
under her pubes to raise her beautiful butt.  I can't believe the
perception of this young lady.  What's she going to be like when she is
eighteen; I pity any male that crosses her?  Since it's offered, I accept.
Lubricating a finger, I run it around her rim then in and out of her
asshole.  With each thrust inward she grunts.  Her anal muscles tighten on
my finger.  Then I use two fingers gently stretching her opening.  Again
her anal muscles do their thing.  My cock is more than ready for this next
challenge.  Liberally coating it with KY Jelly, and positioning myself at
the right angle, my cock head is at the virgin opening.  Pushing gently,
her asshole tightens; I pull back and try again.

   "Just relax Teneil; I'm not going to do anything you don't want."

   Trying again, my words of encouragement seem to work.  The head of my
cock slips past her anal rim; the heat seems to sear my mushroom head. 
Slowly pushing, the shaft of my cock is making some headway.  In
approximately two inches, I stop and pull back and then slowly increase the
pressure downwards.  She is taking me!  With my cock over halfway in, even
if she calls a halt for depth, it is enough for short strokes and a climax,
but she doesn't call halt.  My balls soon are bumping into her ass.  She
has accepted all of me.

   "Teneil, I can't explain how it feels, but you're fabulous."

   "I feel like I've to go poo."

   "Try to push me out as I stroke back and forth.  It should give you a
nice sensation."

   The long and the short of it is, I'm enjoying every second of this anal
adventure.  Her asshole is so tight, much tighter than her pussy.  When I
do explode, I nearly lose it and let her carry my weight, my cock deeply
embedded in her ass.  She didn't utter a word.  Hot cum flowed into her
bowels.  I'm totally wasted.  Finally slipping out, I watch her asshole
slowly shrink, her rim is no longer smooth, but wrinkled from
stretching, a true beauty.

   "Thank you Teneil, I'm in your debt.  Can I do anything for you?"

   "Eat me until I cum."

   And that I did, until she begs me to stop.  What a memorable few days so
far.

   For the balance of our time there, it was more of the same.  Teneil
keeping me on my toes, chastising me for my every mistake, but giving me
the pleasure of her body numerous times a day and every evening.  She
actually got to like the anal part as well.

   As we get close to the end of the second week, we both can feel that the
end is near.  For the life of me, I've tried to think of a way to keep in
contact with Teneil.  There has to be a way.  Then, in the afternoon of the
fourteenth day, we hear a powerful motor in the distance, coming up the road.
It would be a while before it gets to the cabin and that gives us enough
time to enjoy sex one last time.  Teneil's pussy is full of my warm sperm;
my cock has the remnants of her sexual excretions on it.  We quickly dress,
using real clothes; no more nude or seminude attire.

   We both have tears in our eyes.  I'm still at a loss as to how
to see her again without raising suspicion.  We've exchanged email
addresses, telephone numbers and street addresses.  Something will come up
for us, it has to.

   Looking about the room I see the television, sitting silently on the
shelf.  Other than the one time we turned the TV on to catch the
after-storm news, the television hasn't been on, no news, no wondering what
is going on in the world, and my camp life has revolved around Teneil
Tone-Pah, a very young beautiful girl, whom I have fallen in love with.

   Then the roar of the engine sounds like it is coming into the cabin. 
There, at the clearing, is a large yellow bulldozer followed by a car which, I
assume, is the Tone-Pahs.  Their reunion is tender, her dad is crying as
they hug.  I stand back and let the family enjoy the tender moment.

   After introductions, I'm impressed with Teneil's family; she has two
sisters and one brother; both sisters have her looks, but not her boldness.
Jayden, who appears to be the oldest, has the same eyes, but her body seems
more developed with very noticeable breasts.  My tool, still sporting some
of Teneil's ample pussy juice, also takes notice.  What would it be like to
have both of these sisters as well?  When the girls look at me, they divert
their eyes when I return the stare. .  Exquisiteness runs in the family, its
obvious where the beauty genes come from; Mrs.  Blasia Tone-Pah is a beauty,
with a very soft handshake.  Her eyes drill through mine, like they are
analyzing me.  Her luscious lips seem to be beckoning me for attention. 
What would it be like to have all the daughters and mother as well?  I must
be having a mind fart.

   When they leave, they don't see the tears flowing down my face. 
Following their car down the mountain, I can see my Teneil in the back seat
looking back at me.  Will I ever enjoy Teneil again?



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