Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Jack Spratt Title: Jack Spratt's Autumn Summary: Don goes on vacation. He meets Jaleesa, who is left behind by her sister, who she had been tormenting. A loving relationship develops. Keywords: M/f con Adults Only If stories involving adults and adolescences make you uncomfortable, stop reading or delete this story NOW. There are numerous very good authors included in "ASSTR Authors" that will satisfy your literary desires. This story may be downloaded by readers uniquely for their private use, but may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 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ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, Oct 23, 2002 Story codes: M/f con Story intro: Don goes on vacation. He meets Jaleesa, who is left behind by her sister, who she had been tormenting. A loving relationship develops. ****************************************************************** Autumn Another Story By Jack Spratt Part Two of a Series ***************************************************************** Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing. ***************************************************************** Finally, my cottage appears through the trees. The sight makes the four-hour drive from the Abbotsville worthwhile. This's my retreat from the pressure of the high tech world where I make my living. The majority of weekends, and most of my vacation time, is spent here. It's quiet and usually very private. Very few of my co-workers know it exists and the majority of the ones who do, have no idea where it is. It's my secret world. Having purchased the property a few years ago, it's my retreat away from the real world. **************************************************************** A little about myself: My name is Don Parsons, age fifty-one and a widower. I work in the high tech industry, a job that pays very lucratively, but is very stressful. I want for very little. My wife succumbed to cancer twelve years ago. My two sons are adults and both live on the West Coast. We send each other Christmas cards. I currently don't have a lady friend, as my last relationship ended two years ago. I'm currently married to my job. **************************************************************** Over the years I've winterised the cottage and, just this year; I installed a diesel generator in the event one of the frequent storms takes out the power. The price was right: it had been purchased by a Y2K soothsayer, who found out it was a waste of his money. For me, it's back up. The cottage can be completely self-contained. The property is massive; however, it is mainly rough, uninviting bush, which is great for privacy. My next-door neighbor, a mile down the shore, developed his property as a campground, but the hills keeps his guests from interfering with my solitude with the one exception of a young girl I met a couple of years ago. Memories of Veronika Tomashkava make me wish I could see her running across the hills towards my cottage. She provided a wonderful summer for both of us. While unloading the Suburban I catch a whiff of wood smoke. In this part of the country, wood smoke means one of two things: Either a campfire or a forest fire, the only thing I'm not protected against. Walking around to the front of the cabin, I notice a swirl of smoke rising from a campfire. Someone is tenting on the shore of the lake. It doesn't happen often, as the lake is nearly inaccessible to the public; but, now and then, one of the cottagers camp on the shore to enjoy 'roughing it.' After I unload and store everything, I make sure the refrigerator starts and there are no bird's nests in the chimney. Some evenings it gets rather cool. The wood-burning fireplace gives the large living room a homey atmosphere. I also have a wood burning stove for heat and cooking. In the fall, it provides the heat for the cottage. There's also a propane heater for backup. During my summer visits, I gather driftwood and drag it up the hill. Once it's cut and piled, the sun provides heat for drying. This visit I'll put it in the woodshed. Over the years I've built up a surplus of dry wood. As always, I only bring enough food for a couple of days. The trips to the general store in town are part of the magic of being here. There's always an ongoing list, on the kitchen counter, of items I have to pick up. Done for now, I sit on the front deck with a cup of coffee and my binoculars. There are a number of beautiful water birds continually looking for a meal and I often sit and watch them skim over the surface. Some of them are natural clowns. Swinging the viewfinder towards the campers, I see two figures walking around the area; both are female. Focusing for a better view, they appear to be family: one about seventeen or eighteen and one somewhat younger. They appear to be arguing. Getting a better look at the oldest it is obvious she is very well endowed, as her breasts are moving from side-to-side as she accents her comments to the other, her arm emphasizing her frustration. It seems to be a heated conversation. The younger girl seems to be egging on the older. Both are in white shorts that are a pleasing contrast to their dark complexions. Smiling, I can just imagine two siblings in the middle of nowhere arguing. It'll be a memorable camping trip for both of them. Tomorrow, I'll check the dock. Some storms create waves large enough to damage its moorings. I've a small fishing boat that I use extensively. Fresh fish is often on my menu. Nothing can compare to the feeling of peace I enjoy while sitting on my deck in the morning drinking one of many cups of coffee; the only thing disturbing the quiet is the call of the loons. However, this morning I can hear voices coming from the campsite. They're at it again! The older girl is scolding the younger girl in a very loud voice. In the morning, sound carries on the lake. I can only hope they'll be pulling out shortly. The balance of my day is doing my usual check of everything that can fail or break down. Over the years I have made of list of everything that has gone wrong or broke while I've been camping and check each trip to make sure everything is sound. If anything appears weak, I make a note of it and get a backup replacement the next time I'm in town. The satellite dish is working, finding CNN for the current world news. The phone has a dial tone telling me the lines are fine. I have it for emergencies only, as my cell doesn't work in the wilderness. The phone is listed in my mother's maiden name, thus keeping it from being found on any Internet search engines Later, while checking my dock, I hear a splash. The campers are swimming. Both are wearing interesting bathing suits. Even from this distance, their skimpy bikinis show a good deal of enticing flesh. Both appear to be very fit. Crazy thoughts go through my mind. Shaking it off, I return to the cottage and another pot of fresh coffee. Usually I spend time reading the numerous periodicals about the high tech industry. Newspapers, less than two weeks old, are considered current news while camping. Again, I hear a splash. The girls are still swimming. What the hell, I get my binoculars. Once focused, I'm treated to beautiful, chocolate, eye candy. The oldest is very attractive, but the younger one causes me to get a hard on. Her body is striking, accented by her beautiful, long legs. Even at this distance, I can see the cleft in her top when she leans forward. My body is tingling. Then they both disappear out of view. My day continues quietly. Finally, putting my dinner in the slow cooker, all my chores are complete. Dragging my laptop out to the deck, I allow my mind to work on a problem that has been vexing me for months. Many times my mind finds a solution while I'm enjoying tranquillity. Looking at the clock, I realize why I'm feeling hungry. It's nearly seven in the evening. The cottage is cool and the sun is about to set. The wind has picked up, a good sign a storm is moving in. In minutes, the fire in the woodstove has taken off the chill. Then there's a loud crash of thunder shaking the cottage. My thoughts are of the two young girls in that tent. No tent I know of can stand up the force of some of the severe winds that accompany the storms, especially if not anchored properly. They're in for a surprise when the storm does break. Another load crash of thunder shatters the sky with lightening. This storm is really going to be an earth shaker! Then, the rain comes so heavy I can't see my Suburban. It sounds like a jet taking off as it hits the roof. These storms can be very nasty this high above sea level. Undaunted, I enjoy my dinner with the sounds of the storm in the background. The fresh mountain air always enhances my appetite. I've never tasted a bad meal during my stays. Not that I'm a flawless cook; but, everything tastes good when you're hungry. The storm lasts for nearly three hours; then, as quick as it came, it leaves. In minutes, the sky is clear and full of stars. The smell of the earth after a rain is very uplifting. The deck is still dripping water. When I look towards the campers, no lights are showing. I have no idea if the tent withstood the torrent. At midnight, I feel the day catching up to me and get ready for bed. But, first, a very relaxing shower. Now I really feel sleepy! The cool air has me very drowsy; it feels good to lie down. For some reason, my dream is of Veronika Tomashkava. The youngster was my bed partner for a full summer. She was a perfect lover. Just as I was about to enjoy her again in dreamland there's a hellish banging somewhere close. At first I couldn't figure out what I was hearing or the source of the sound. Only once in the years I've been coming here have I encountered any bears and I don't get any visitors. But, after the second and third bang, I knew it had to be someone at my door. Christ! It's four thirty in the morning! Slipping on a robe, and grabbing a bat I keep in the bedroom, I slowly walk from the loft to the door. The banging continues. In the morning's half-light, I can see it's the younger of the girl campers. She is soaked and crying. The first thing my perverted mind sees is that she has small breasts with very large nipples. It appears she's not wearing a bra. Her nipples are large and long. I can see the outline of her bikini panties through her drenched shorts. The wet clothing is clinging to her body. All her physical attributes are there for me to see. Opening the door, she rushes to me throwing her arms around my neck. The shock of her cold, wet body really wakes me. My robe is quickly soaked from the water dripping from her hair and body. It's like hugging an ice cube. "Please, help me! The tent collapsed during the storm and I'm cold and wet. I saw you this afternoon on your deck watching at us. Please help me!" "Come in and stand by the stove." The fire had nearly died, but some kindling and more logs have it radiating heat in a short time. She pulls up a chair close to the stove. Giving her a heavy blanket to wrap around her shoulders, I suggested she take off her wet clothing to get her warmer quicker. Now covered from head to foot, she slips off her shorts, panties and t-shirt. They're of light summer material; they should dry quickly. Her demeanor has improved and there seems to be a slight smile. Holy shit! I sleep in the nude and during the excitement my robe opened; my raging hard-on, covered with precum, has joined the festivities. My seven inches is looking at her and she's looking at it. In the heat of the events, I didn't realize I was putting on a show for her. She doesn't seem at all embarrassed as she looks. I reach down and cover myself. "Sorry about that. I didn't realize it. Everything happened so fast." "I don't mind, really. Thank you for taking me in; I don't know what else I could have done." "Well I'm glad to be of help. I'm Don Parsons from Abbotsville." "Hello Mr. Parsons, my name is Jaleesa Rhoden. I live in Abbotsville as well." "Please, call me Don. That's a beautiful name. There was another girl with you, where's she?" "Thank you. That was my sister. I got her so angry that she left the campsite before the storm. She told me I could stay by myself and left. She didn't know anything about the storm. But I guess I deserved it." "I'll drive you tomorrow. Where can we meet her?" "That could be a problem. If she took the car I don't know where she is." "That being the case, I'll drive you home to Abbotsville tomorrow." "Nobody's home and I've no relatives in the area. My parents are on a two-week second honeymoon on a cruise ship to Hawaii. My sister and I are supposed to be enjoying a campout; we've talked about it all summer." What a way to start my vacation. The only thing I can do about it now is to make up the sofa bed and let tomorrow take care of itself. "We'll worry about in the morning. Can I get you anything? Are you warm?" "Thank you for your kindness. I'm good." "Then it's good night. I'll see you shortly. Morning will come soon, so try and get some sleep." Upstairs in the loft bedroom I can hear her settling on the sofa and soon the sound of her regular breathing. She's sleeping. It took me a while to finally doze off, hoping I would resume my dream of Veronika Tomashkava; but, my thoughts were of Jaleesa instead. She's very tall and thin with an angelic face. Handling my need for relief, I finally fall asleep. At seven, my internal clock wakes me. Shit! I've a helluva morning woody, even after masturbating two hours ago. Usually my morning one isn't this rigid; it's a good possibility that meeting Jaleesa is the cause. Quickly dressing I creep down from the loft, not wanting to wake her. The sight that greets me has me staring in appreciation. Sometime during the night, Jaleesa had kicked the blanket off her legs. The view consists of her long legs widely spread showing me the beauty of her open pussy. Her luv lips are full and moist. Her pink labia are exposed like a large lotus blossom. All is framed with small tight curly black hair. The effect has my shaft as hard as an iron pipe and the desire to do ungentlemanly things fills my mind. It's been much too long since I've seen anything as enticing. Her long legs are on the thin side with very well defined muscling. She reminds me of a runner. Her ass cheeks look like loving handfuls. Looking closer I can see the tight rim of her rosebud just below her pussy. I start to feel embarrassingly stupid, thinking these thoughts about a young girl that come to for help, not to be ravished. I cover heaven with her blanket, but the image is burnt into my mind. At the stove, I check her clothing. Her panties are a pale blue V-string made of a soft material. They feel so appealing; so much so, I look to see if she is moving, she isn't, so I take a strong whiff and the reward is her scent. That doesn't do anything for my raging hard-on. Her t-shirt is dry, with her bra inside. In the excitement of last night, I was sure she was braless. It's a fine, sheer, pale blue as is her V-string. She's a 30A cup. When I smell the cups there's no odor. I lay out her clothing at the foot of the sofa. Feeling foolish, I leave and go to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. Jaleesa makes an appearance nearly an hour later, now dressed. I have just finished my second cup and three magazine articles. "Good morning! I hope you slept well? Do you drink coffee?" "Thank you, I did. Yes, please." She holds the coffee cup in both hands. I can see she is concerned. "We'll go down to your campsite and get your things. We can leave a note for your sister telling her to come up to the cottage." Jaleesa's a very beautiful, sexually appealing, young girl; so tall and willowy. Her full lips are luscious and inviting, her eyes are shining with interest. I still don't know her age, but a guess would be thirteen, fourteen. After a very large breakfast, she tells me a bit about herself. She's a preteen, only twelve, and that was just four days ago. She and her sister were supposed to be enjoying this camping trip. Her dad knows the owner of the campground; that's how they got access to the lake. She knows her sister wasn't happy; although she said she wanted to go on this trip, she really wanted to be with her boyfriend for the two weeks their parents are away. Jaleesa tells me they're sleeping together. She has watched them `do things,' as she put it. My mind is wondering if Jaleesa would like to `do things' as well, she certainly has the body for it. I certainly would. Following Jaleesa to her campsite is a treat. To say that I find her appealing is an understatement. I'm usually a very in control person. But, like Veronika, Jaleesa has something about her that is nagging at my common sense. Her shorts are deep in her ass crack and that view doesn't help. The campsite is a mess. Everything is soaked and battered to the ground. We manage to locate Jaleesa's suitcase and backpack out from under the tent. Both are drenched. It'll take some time to get this mess cleaned up. Jaleesa heads back to the cottage to hang her clothes on a line. The sun will quickly dry everything. After about two hours work, I have everything else hanging in the bushes to dry. Her sister is a 34C, according to the bras. My mind is thinking of the young girl that came to me for safety, thus making me feel embarrassed about my desires. I'll come back later and pack everything. A large tarp will cover it all. At the cottage, Jaleesa is still busy hanging her wet clothing. It is obvious she likes thongs and those V-strings panties. My lower head is showing interest as well. "How're things going? Do you have enough line? I can string up another temporary one." She has her confidence back, her look confirms it. The desire to enjoy those luscious lips makes me uncomfortable; my lower section is attempting to embarrass me. With the additional line, she hangs the balance of her clothing. From the display, she has a flair for sexy fashion. Her bras are all lacy and very sheer. There's an assortment of other fashion clothing. My eyes keep looking at her bras and panties, knowing the mysteries they conceal; remembering this morning's naked show. Back inside, I nurse another coffee. My trip to town may have to be postponed for a bit: Jaleesa's situation may change everything. With her laundry duties now complete, she returns, giving me a smile that could conquer worlds. Offering her a fresh coffee, we sit looking at each other. "We need to figure out what we're going to do about your dilemma. Can you think of any way of locating your sister?" "We could try her boyfriend; he goes to college in Abbotsville. His name is Roger Young and he lives on Main Street." "Ok, we'll try information." You guessed it . . . no listing. We try her home number hoping her sister is there, no luck. "Let's see if your clothes are dry; if they are we can pack them. I'll drive you to the camping grounds next door and maybe they can tell us where your sister went." Jaleesa's mood changes as she packs. She has gone from happy to downright miserable. I can understand her feelings about her sister, but I'm in the middle of this and really would like to continue my vacation. I grab my list and will pick up supplies after dropping Jaleesa off, if her sister is located. Although the campground is only about a mile from me, as the crow flies, it's nearly twenty miles by road. I have to drive to the main road, then on to the campgrounds entrance, and nearly ten miles in from there. I'd met the owner a few years ago when I dropped Veronika off at her uncle's trailer. I miss that young lady. I remember looking for her the next summer, but they never returned. The owner recognizes me from all those years ago, but he is of no assistance. Jaleesa's sister drove out of the park yesterday and nobody thought anything about it. They had no reason to. Jaleesa has tears in her eyes, wondering what's going to happen next. I can take just about anything except a woman's tears and a young girl's is even worse. We leave a message with the owner where Jaleesa can be contacted. Resigned to having a guest, I still plan to enjoy my vacation. "Well, it looks like you're stuck with me until your sister or parents return. We can call your house again and leave a message on the answering system." "Thank you, Don. I didn't know what was going to happen to me." "Well, consider yourself my guest. Let's go to town and pick up some groceries and all the other items I forgot to bring from home." "Don, can I change? I don't want to go to town looking like this." This, to me, is great! Jaleesa is real chocolate eye candy! She's also a girl of many moods for as soon as I said she's my guest a load dropped off her beautiful shoulders. "You look great to me. There isn't much to the town. The biggest thing is the general store." She gives me that look. So, we are back at the cottage. She runs in and I wait. If she's like most females, I'll be lucky to get to town during the store's hours. There are two radio stations available this far in the wilderness. I lay back listening to some tunes that really age me. When I hear the door open I realize that this young lady changed in less than twenty minutes. She slides in and looks at me, smiling. "Ok, we can go now; quit staring at me!" The reason I am staring is that she has changed to a tube top and a pair of stretch, terry cloth shorts. By stretch, I mean these are like a second skin. My gaze keeps going to her pussy. Her camel toe is totally outlined, leaving nothing to the imagination. My view from this morning is reaffirmed. Her vulva is very full and her luv lips are substantial. My cock is stirring. Jaleesa is watching me watching her. "Can we go now?" Embarrassed, and certainly blushing, I start the engine. The drive is relatively quiet, until she starts with the questions. "Have you had the cottage for a long time? How come you are here alone?" My story about the cottage is retold. Jaleesa asks questions and I answer. "I enjoy my privacy and the cottage is my retreat from the world of business. I haven't had a relationship for years. So, that is why I am alone." My season long affair with young Veronika Tomashkava is something I won't divulge. However, my thoughts of the preteen always result in beautiful memories and a smile on my face. Today isn't any different. My pant's tent is not unnoticed by Jaleesa. The beauty is smiling at my discomfort. Today she looks twelve going on twenty. Nothing has changed at the store; the owner welcomes me, with open arms, knowing full well I won't leave without spending a fortune. Gathering up the items on my list first leaves me time to stroll the isles, looking for items I may have over looked. A large beef roast catches my eye; this will be for our dinner this evening. Tomorrow we will go fishing for our supper. I love to cook and bake. After picking up items to make cookies and cherry pies I think I am ready to check out. In the basket are copies of every newspaper from the area. It's reading material I enjoy while enjoying my morning coffees. Jaleesa is quiet and follows me about the store. The owner didn't question or ask anything about her and that's fine with me. "Do you need anything, Jaleesa? The sky's the limit." She must need something. She seems too nervous to ask. Then it dawns on me she could be close to her period. I lead her to the isle where soap, toothpaste and women's sanitary products are and I look at her. If she is blushing, I can't tell. She picks up a carton of Tampex and some panty liners and drops them in the cart. I add a bottle of much advertised shampoo, body wash and a fancy sponge. We check out and load the Suburban. Before we leave town, I buy both of us a large ice cream cone. Hey! I'm on holiday! She has regained her composure and now she keeps catching me enjoying the view between her legs. This vixen knows the power she has over men. That has me wondering if she's had any sexual experience. Once back at the cottage, she helps put away the groceries. When she leans over to put items on the lower shelves, she gives me a view of her well-formed ass and pussy lips which are molded in her shorts. I've been in the state of arousal, or semi arousal, since she changed her clothes this morning. "Jaleesa, what do you say we go swimming after I get the roast ready for the oven. We can have baked potatoes, carrots and a green salad. I hope that is agreeable to you?" "I'm not hard to please, Don. I will get changed and meet you on the deck." My bathing wear is still my old pair of cut-off jeans. Since I am usually here alone, I certainly don't have to be a fashion model. With my body it's impossible. The shorts fit snuggly; they must have shrunk in the closet. The cold water will do me good. Then I see Jaleesa. She's in a bright pink bikini; truly a walking, wet dream. The small patches of cloth on the top barely cover her nipples while the bottom narrow piece of cloth scarcely covers her luv lips. The string in the back is deep in her ass crack. Her rear is an item of beauty. I'm hurting and these tight jean shorts are showing no mercy. "This is the first time I've wore this suit, Don. What do you think?" She twirls around giving me a full view of her magnificent body. I can't believe the sculptured shape of her bottom. I have visions of me burying my face between her cheeks and eating her small, tight asshole. "Jaleesa, you're a knockout! I wouldn't wear that suit on a public beach, though; you would get arrested for public nudity." "You don't like it?" "On you, it's perfect! For me? I wish I was thirty years younger." "You do?" "Yes, Jaleesa, you're a very sexy young lady. You have no idea what you do to men." "Oh, I do know, Don. Look at you." My cock is pushing against my cut offs. I lead the way to the boat dock and dive in, hoping the cold water will shrink my embarrassment. The lake is spring feed and is always very cold. Over the seasons, I have learned to tolerate it, as you can't get used to the cold. Jaleesa does a perfect dive and surfaces close to me. Laughing, her teeth are chattering as the cold water chills her body. "You'll get used to it in a minute; actually, your body goes into shock. Come on lets swim to the dock." She follows me and I help her up the ladder. Her breasts may be small, but the cold water certainly brings out the best in her nipples. They are so large and long; again, she catches me staring. "Do you like young girls?" Even in this frigid water, I'm blushing from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. The cold water, thankfully, has reduced my cock to a wrinkled stub but Jaleesa's comments do strike a sensitive cord. "I'm sorry for staring at you, Jaleesa, but you're a very beautiful woman." "Oh Don, I'm just teasing you! I like the way you look at me! It makes me feel more grown up." Sitting with our legs hanging over the dock her body is still rippling with shivers. Me? I love the cold and my body radiates heat most of the time. My lovers enjoy the feeling of heat when we're close. Putting my arm around her luscious body drawing her close she look at me questioningly then she feels my body heat and cuddles. "How can you be so warm after being in that water? I'm shivering." "Some people call me hot blooded. I do like the cold." "I don't.' Her hand is on my lower stomach about an inch from my now growing cock. Before our eyes it makes a tent that Jaleesa is watching with great interest. She looks at it then looks me in the eye smiling. "Do you always do that?" "I'm embarrassed to say yes. It isn't often I've the company of a beautiful young woman." Once back at the cottage, the fragrance of the beef roast reminds me it has been a long time between meals. The pangs of hunger replace my desire to enjoy dastardly things with Jaleesa. She gathers some clothes and disappears into the bathroom. The roast is done; the potatoes and carrots are at the boil cooking. With Jaleesa in the bathroom, I hurry to the loft and change. My cock is now embarrassingly hard, needing for relief. In my mind, I've relieved myself numerous times between Jaleesa's legs, but imagination doesn't help reality. Back in the kitchen I prepare a cake mix, something I have for emergencies. I usually bake from scratch. Jaleesa must have a hollow leg, what she put away puts me to shame, and I am a heavy eater. How she's still thin is a mystery. The dinner was great, even the prefab cake was tasty. Once the kitchen is cleaned up, we sit on the deck. The sky is changing; another storm is brewing. "You can be glad you're not in that tent tonight. See the sky? We're in for another thumper and banger!" Later, Jaleesa showers and then joins me wearing a loose robe. Her pink top and tanga bottoms are showing. Her legs are still a magnet and my mind has me between them eating out her pussy. Then, out of nowhere, she says. "What're you thinking, Don?" Instant blush. My mind is working at break neck speed trying to come up with an answer. "Do you like fish? We're going fishing for tomorrow's dinner, so I hope you catch a lot." Yes, I know it's a pretty feeble comment, but it seems to have gotten her attention. The heat of the fireplace has Jaleesa move to get comfortable giving me a wonderful view of her body. Her dark skin glows in the firelight. Her lips are shining, perhaps with a gloss of some sort. How I'd love to be kissing her. A crash of thunder brings me back. "Well, we should call it a night. I'll put a couple more logs in the stove; by the time they are gone you should be fast asleep." Today had been long and tiring for both of us. Now that I've accepted Jaleesa as a guest, tomorrow should be stress free. It starts to rain and thunder and the lightning flashes brighten up the cottage. Sleep overtakes me quickly and I'm dreaming. You can guess who the star is. In the middle of a beautiful scenario, I feel a hand shaking me right at the good part. Looking up, its Jaleesa. "I'm scared. I keep thinking of last night. Can I sleep with you?" Not thinking, I say of course. Remember, I sleep in the nude and am too slow to realize the implications when I lift the covers for her. She quickly is in the curve of my body, spoon fashion, and must realize it's my cock pushing against her covered bum. When she moves away from me, I figure my cock embarrassed her. I can feel her wiggle, and then she is back against me. She has removed her tanga bottoms and my cock is now against her bare skin. She shifts again and my cock slips between her legs and her thighs seem to grasp it. It does feel good! Then, another revelation: her fingers are playing with the head of my cock. Jaleesa rolls back my foreskin and is rubbing the tip. Surprise and shock have me panting in very short order. It's been a while since someone has handled me as she is doing. The urge to ejaculate is taking over from my common sense. Trying to pull back, she grabs my shaft and squeezes. Pushing forward she starts to pump as she rubs the mushroom head. Unable to hold off any longer strings of hot come fill her soft small hand. Now in a state of total shock, and really embarrassed, I'm at a loss what to do. Jaleesa's body shifts and she is looking at me with a smile on her face. She moves her cum filled hand to her mouth and her tongue tastes it, then she cleans it. Then she leans over and kisses me. I can smell my sperm on her lips. She curls up again and soon I can hear her breathing as she falls to sleep. My limp cock is against her ass crack. Sleep takes a little longer for me. When I awake in the morning, my hand has found her breast and I am massaging it. Realizing what I am doing, I open my eyes to find Jaleesa looking at me with a soft smile on her face. As soon as she knows I am awake, she leans over and kisses me while her arms snake around my neck. Her soft lips feel so nice against mine; my cock appreciates it as well, as it extends itself. "Jaleesa, I'm sorry about last night. You took me by surprise." "Don't be sorry, I wanted to try that since I read about it on the Internet. You don't taste all that bad." The heat of my blush quickly took over my body. Here is a young, preteen, half-naked, twelve-year old lying in my bed, talking about sex like we were discussing fishing. Jaleesa is now on her knees beside me giving me a view of her black peach with its appetizing pink center. The moisture is accumulating on its very thick puffy lips. "Jaleesa, you shouldn't sit like that. Please cover up." "Don't you like me?" "Too much! I could get into trouble! Maybe we should get up and have breakfast." "Not yet." She removes her top. Her nipples are hard and protruding from her body. Now in my arms, my hands are roaming over her back and down to her bum cheeks. She is so soft and warm. Her hand has found my cock, that is in a state of readiness. My finger finds her rear opening; it is so small and tight. Jaleesa pushes back against my finger. She's now on top of me, straddling my enraged hard-on. Lowering her body, my cock is in the cleft of her cunt slit. She moves her wet pussy up and down my shaft. I am in awe of her young beauty as she is certainly going to bring me to another climax. We both watch as my cock spits string of cum on my stomach. Jaleesa leans over and licks my cream. Her tongue is warm against my body. When she is done she takes my cock in her hands rolls back the foreskin and cleans it thoroughly. "Now we can have breakfast. Thank you for taking me in, Don." I watch as she leaves the bed and heads down the stairs to the main area. The door slams to the bathroom. I am still mesmerized about what has happened. Feeling thoroughly satisfied, my admiration for Jaleesa grows. I still haven't done anything for her; but, oh do I want too! Our eyes meet often during breakfast. Jaleesa is in a housecoat that opens when she sits. I am gazing at her breasts which are tipped with hard black nipples. Feeling excited and so guilty after what has already happened; wanting more of her, my lust for her must be like a flashing neon sign on my face. Jaleesa assists me cleaning up the dishes and looking down the slopes of her breasts to her nipples is fantastic eye candy. Then she stretches to put the final dish away; her housecoat falls open exposing her frontal view. That's the last straw. My desire for her overtakes all reason. Swooping her off her feet I carry her to the loft. Now on the bed with her legs spread wide, my tongue finds her moist pussy. Her bodily syrup is heady, as it is tasty. My tongue finds and massages her clitoris. It isn't long before her body is bucking as she experiences a climax. The flow of her juice intensifies. Jaleesa's hands are on the back of my head, entangled in my hair. Raising my head, I place my body between her legs with my cock lined up to her pussy. Jaleesa reaches down like a pro and guides it to the target. The heat of her pussy sears the head as it disappears. Jaleesa is so tight. "That feels so good! I feel full. Now I know how my sister feels when she's with her boyfriend. Will you be my boyfriend?" My mind is a blank and my cock controls everything I'm doing. The buildup of feelings on my shaft is close to reaching its' peak. Controlling my feelings until Jaleesa stiffens, and then my hot ejaculations flood her pussy. I'm panting like a mule, but supporting my weight on my arms. Jaleesa encircles my neck and pulls her body up to kiss me. Now this is what I call a vacation! The bed's a mess from last night and this morning' romp. The sheets show evidence of cum in crusty pools from last night and damp spots from this morning, as it flows from Jaleesa's pussy. Smiling, she helps strip the bed. I usually take the laundry to town; but, today will be a first for the stacking laundry pair I installed years ago. Jaleesa heads for the shower. I head for the dock and dive in. While in the water, I slip my shorts down and give my cock a good cleaning. It looks like it will be getting some use while hosting Jaleesa. Life is good and getting better. After a hearty breakfast, and a few embarrassing smiles, I'm on the dock preparing the boat to go fishing when Jaleesa puts in an appearance. She's sporting short, shorts and a very narrow tube top. She is smiling. The shorts show a bulge on her pussy; she is wearing a pad. She notices me staring. "You started my period with all that activity this morning, not that I'm complaining. I want to do it again. I have never felt anything so good in my life. I have played with myself for years, but nothing feels like a cock in my pussy." "You know we shouldn't be doing anything like this, Jaleesa. If anyone was to find out my life would be worth dog shit." She leans on me and rubs my cock. "Don, I wouldn't do anything to lose this." On the water, we pass a number of other cottages on the lake and wave at other cottagers, as we head for my favorite fishing spot. By lunchtime, we have enough fish for lunch and dinner. We're far down from the area where the cottages are. It's beautiful and very quiet. We're the only ones on the lake today. I brought utensils for a shore lunch. Moving slowly down the shore I sport spot a small sandy bay and move the boat to shore. Jaleesa looks at me quizzically. "We are going to have a shore lunch: fresh fish and buns. I brought what was left of the cake from last night. You can gather some wood while clean fish for dinner." It has been years since I prepared a short lunch. Usually I'm alone. It isn't the same as when there's company, especially as sexy as Jaleesa. Once we land, it appears we are not the first that have stopped here for lunch, as there is evidence of a stone fire pit arranged on shore. By the look of the coals, no one has been here for years. With Jaleesa's wood, I start a fire; waiting till it has some sustainable coals before I start frying dinner. Even people who are not fish eaters surprise themselves at a shore lunch by making pigs of themselves. I know Jaleesa has an appetite; but, again she surprises me. We clean up all the fish we caught. After coffee I clean up the dishes and repack. Jaleesa is watching me and when I am done she comes to me and hugs me, her hand rubbing my growing cock. "Don, I want this now. Can you fuck me on the beach?" At this point, I'm more than a willing partner. We move down to the furthest point from the main body of the lake for the most privacy. Jaleesa removes her clothing, including her panties with the pad attached. A white string is hanging from her pussy. She looks at me and then removes her tampon. That action has me feeling like an iron pipe. Positioning herself on the sand, ready to accept me, the feeling of the heat of her pussy on my cock is overwhelming. She has her arms around my neck in a strangle hold, her legs wrapped around my thighs. When I raise my body upward, she lifts as well. Pacing myself I wait to feel her body tense indicating she's climaxing. Then, I don't hold anything back and pour hot cum deep inside her willing body. We lay joined until I start to shrink. When I slip out, my cock is covered with cum and blood. Helping Jaleesa to her feet, I notice she is a mess as well. Lifting her in my arms, with my lips on hers, I carry her to the water and lower both of our bodies into the cold water. My fingers clean her pussy. Even in the cold water her vulva is warm. Her hands roll back my foreskin as she hand washes my cock. "Don, I'm glad you don't mind my condition. I read where some men don't like it." "It's a natural thing, Jaleesa. I've no reservations about it. Besides, it feels wonderful to be in you in any shape. When I'm with you it reminds me of my teenage years and that was a long time ago." On shore, I watch Jaleesa insert a new tampon. I don't know about you, but that's a very sexy ritual. The white string is dangling. She puts a new sticker pad in her panties and covers heaven. For some reason I've a sleepy. It would be nice to take a nap, but we have to catch more fish for supper. We arrive at the dock at twelve with a full catch of fresh fish. I follow Jaleesa to the cottage. She looks at me. "Don, I want to feel you against me again. I like it. I feel so good cuddled up to you." It appears the fresh sheets are going to take a beating. Following her buns up to the loft, I get towels and put them on the bed. Jaleesa arranges her bottom on then and removes her panties and tampon. Her pussy is coated with blood. I don't know about you, but this looks so sexy. When I was married, my wife was always at her horniest when she menstruated. We enjoyed a very full sex life. My shaft is like a flagstaff as I mount Jaleesa. The extra lubrication makes for a quick insertion. It isn't long before we are in full rhythm. For one so young, Jaleesa really gets into the swing of things. Hot cum flows into her young body. Still attached, I roll to the side with my now shrinking cock still buried in her pussy. Fortunately, I had a vasectomy years ago, so I've no fear of pregnancy. We spent the balance of the afternoon in each other's arms as my cock recharged. When Jaleesa realizes I'm hard again she arranges her body on the towels and we enjoy another round of wonderful sex. After the second time I fell asleep sucking one of her nipples. I wake up at six alone. The bloody towels are gone. Jaleesa has prepared supper. She's dressed in another provocative pair of shorts and an open top. It's obvious she isn't wearing a bra. After dinner, we spend the night watching satellite television. That evening we sleep as one. By week's end, Jaleesa's period is over. While inside the cabin she doesn't wear any panties or bra, usually just a robe that can be dropped quickly when we both feel the urge. For me the urge is every time I see her sweet young pussy! By the end of the second week, we are still enjoying each other's bodies as newlyweds. Late Saturday night we get a call from her parents. Fresh cum is seeping down her thighs as she talks to them. Her mom and dad will be here by three Sunday. She hands me the telephone to give her dad directions. Jaleesa's tears are flowing as I hang up the phone. Comforting her in my arms, I carry her to the sofa. One arm is around her and the other is enjoying her breasts. We do not talk, we just hold each other. "Don, I am going to miss this. You have taught me so much in the last two weeks. I don't know what I am going to do." "Perhaps we can meet in Abbotsville. Any time you are available I can pick you up. We can go to dinner then to my home." More tears and more hugs happen, then we make passionate love before going to sleep. I make a mental note to get up early to make sure the cabin is ship shape and that there is no evidence of our sexual romps together. ****************************************************************** I post these stories with hopes of getting feedback from you the reader. If you would like to read more stories, support your neighborhood author today by sending him/her an e-mail telling them what you thought about their stories. Don't put it off. Do it as soon as you have read this story. Write me at the e-mail below. I would especially like to hear from any readers. I welcome your comments both pro and con Please mention your country when you write. Email me at jackspratt1@gmx.com This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.