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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's How I Spent My Summer Vacation

   Summary: Don is looking forward to a much needed vacation at his cottage
hideaway.  A young lady, visiting with her aunt and uncle at the campsites
next to his cottage, comes into his life.  This meeting blossoms into a
full-fledged love affair.  This is the first in a Series called Autumn.

   Keywords: M/f con

   Fictional fantasy for adults only

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   Copyright (C) 2001, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Thursday PM, November 01, 2001

   Story codes: M/f con

   Story intro: Don is looking forward to a much needed vacation at his
cottage hideaway.  A young lady, visiting with her aunt and uncle at the
campsites next to his cottage, comes into his life.  This meeting blossoms
into a full-fledged love affair.



   How I Spent My Summer Vacation

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Part One of a Series

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   "The past is History,

   The future is a Mystery,

   But today is a gift,

   That's the reason

   Why it's called the present."

   Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and
proofing. 
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   Have you ever been on pins and needles waiting?  Well, that's my
situation.  My vacation starts tomorrow, Friday, at three thirty.  However,
that can be out the window if an urgent call for my services is received.
I'm sort of a trouble-shooter for the commercial computer industry.  My
main function with the firm is system viruses and; but, I play around with
other software challenges when viruses are under control.  That isn't too
often.  It's Thursday afternoon and, every time an outside line rings, I
wait in anticipation.  When the call goes to another extension, I breathe a
sigh of relief.  Fortunately, my supervisor hasn't answered the phone all
day and that's a good omen.  All I need is another ten hours of trouble
free systems and I'm home free with three well-deserved weeks of long
awaited vacation.

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

   A little about myself: My name is Don Parsons, age fifty-one and a
widower.  My wife succumbed to cancer twelve years ago.  My two sons live
on the West Coast.  We send each other Christmas cards.  I don't have a
lady friend as my last relationship ended two years ago.  I'm currently
married to my job.

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

   Fortunately, Friday came and went without a hitch.  I bid farewell to my
co-workers and hit the road.  The Suburban is already loaded with my gear,
so it's out of the parking lot to the highway.  It takes nearly four hours
to drive, but worth the effort.  Arriving late, I grab my carrying case,
perishable food and the linen; the rest can wait till morning.  After a
quick, but cold, shower I hit the bed and fell to a sleep of the dead.  The
clean country air does it to me.

   The next morning I am sitting at the kitchen table in my small private
kingdom; this is what I've worked to accomplish over the years. 
Abbotsville is miles away.  My job is miles away.  This small part of the
world is for me alone.  I purchased the property from Jack Fraser five
years ago.  It has a very large loft where I have a bedroom.  I rented from
Jack for years; then, he suggested I might as well buy the property, as
well as large acreage of thick dense bush land.  I was able to purchase it
outright as a result of a major contract completion and the resulting
bonuses.  It is a very important part of my life, just to keep my sanity. I
even have a shower and indoor plumbing.  I dug the field bed myself.  It
works well.  Last fall I installed a satellite dish; so, I've all the
comforts of home.

   There's power and a telephone, unlisted and unpublished.  Even my
employer doesn't know the number.  It's in my mother's maiden name.  This
allows me to call out and inquire if I've a new contract.  The telephone is
programmed so neither the number nor a name ever shows on any call display
units.  When my manager asks me my number I just tell him I'm calling from
a pay phone; I usually call collect.  The cottage is so remote that cell
phones don't work here.  The situation works well for me

   Over the past few years, my next-door neighbor developed his property
and is now renting four sites to campers by the week, month or season. 
Usually I never see them; but, this year's different.  I actually met a
young girl whom I assumed was a daughter of one of the campers.  She's a
living Barbie Doll.  It happened earlier in the spring.

   I was working at securing the dock to the pilings; the winter ice always
does a number on the moorings, making it necessary to reconstruct it each
spring.  I was wet and not in the best of moods when I heard.

   "Hello!  What're you doing?"

   When I look, the glare from the sun makes it impossible see; but, I can
make out a silhouette of a child or a very small adult, but the voice says
child.

   "I'm repairing the dock so I can use my boat."

   "Okay.  My name's Veronika Tomashkava, what's yours?"

   Now I know I'm speaking to a young girl even though I still can't make
out her features.

   "I'm Don Parsons.  Where are you staying?"

   "With my uncle and aunt; they've a trailer next door.  We'll be here
most of the summer.  My uncle works in Abbotsville and will be here on
weekends.  Aunty and I'll stay at the trailer."

   "That's nice.  I would love to chat with you, but I have to finish this
deck before it gets dark.  Perhaps we can talk tomorrow."

   "Okay."

   I watch the figure disappear in the direction of the park.  It has to be
a half-mile walk.  By nightfall I have secured the deck to my satisfaction.
It should be good for another season.

   I never thought of the young lady again; but, the day before I leave she
reappears.

   "Hi!  I just thought I would come over and say hello."

   "Hello, Miss Veronika Tomashkava!  How are you enjoying your stay?"

   "We all like it.  We were only going to stay for six weeks, but my aunt
likes it so much that my uncle rented the space for the complete season."

   This time I actually see her.  She's a young beauty.  Her dark hair is
cut short and styled.  Her full lips are a natural dark red, but her eyes
are what really get me.  They're a very shining, mesmerizing brown; very
large and, like drowning pools, her long lashes are like magnets.  Her
olive skin glows.  She has no breasts to speak of, but her movements are
very feminine

   She speaks English well with a heavy European accent; I'm curious where
she's from.

   "You speak very good English, Veronika.  Where are you from originally?"

   "I've been taking English for two years.  I come from the Ukraine near
Chernobyl.  I love this country: there are no disturbances and lots of
everything, not like my homeland.  The nuclear accident made me real sick.
My aunt and uncle offered to raise me.  Since I've been here I feel very
healthy and strong.  My aunt and uncle make sure I eat well and see the
doctor regularly."

   Our conversation soon ends; she's a delight!  It has me wondering if
I'll see her again.  I recall reading about the effects the Chernobyl
disaster had on the children in the area.  The Ukraine isn't the most
affluent country in the world and doesn't have the resources to make sure
all the affected children are brought up healthy.  I certainly feel good
about her aunt and uncle; they saw a problem and took the responsibility to
make sure Veronika regains her health.  We take so much for granted and
don't realize that we, in North America, have the best of life compared to
many others.  I feel sorry for this young beauty.  Why I'm interested in a
young girl is beyond me; but, she's in my thoughts often and that gives me
an odd feeling.

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

   After my third coffee, a flash on the lake catches my eye.  Squinting, I
notice a number of fishing boats; the sun must have caught the hull of one
of them.  I wander down to my dock to make sure all is well.  Actually,
it's something to do.  My boat is as I left it after my last trip.  Fresh
fish will be on the menu for today's meal.

   After making sure the outboard motor is secure, I gather my gear and
plan on a couple of hours of lure washing.  Although I have great plans for
a fish dinner, the fish usually have other commitments.  Then, I hear
footsteps behind me.  It's Veronika, wearing a skimpy bikini.  My reaction
is immediate: a raging erection.  This is embarrassing, considering her
age; but, the evidence is pushing excitedly.  Veronika's bikini bottom is
very tight, like a second skin, showing her surprisingly hefty, full-blown
camel toe to the world.  Her nipples are not large; but, they're obviously
molded in the fabric.  Her face is that of an angel.  She looks beautiful
and alluring.  Her manner makes her appear older than she is.  Hell, I
don't know how old she is!

   "Hi!  I was hoping to see you again.  Are you here on vacation?"

   "Yes, I drove up last night.  I'll be here for three weeks.  How's your
vacation going?"

   "It's been good, but I don't have anyone to talk too.  My Aunt reads all
the time.  My mom used to read to me all the time before the accident.  In
her last letter she told me she still reads everything she can get her
hands on, which isn't much.  My parents aren't rich."

   "Well, I'm going out fishing.  I hope to catch some dinner."

   "Can I go with you?"

   Looking at her I am savoring every inch of her body; her legs are well
developed, but what really has my interest is the space between her thighs.
Usually, I don't give young girls a second glance, but Veronika's
different. When I realize I'm staring, it makes me feel foolish.  She
notices my distraction, and a knowing smile appears on her face.

   "Can I come, Mr.  Parsons?"

   I can't really say no, as I'm intrigued by her.

   "Ok, but you'll have to ask your aunt for permission.  I'll get another
rod and some more gear.  You might want to change."

   "Don't you like my bathing suit?"

   "I didn't say that, but you may get sunburn."

   "Ok.  I'll go and ask my aunt."

   Watching her run across the field to the park is interesting; her
bottoms have ridden up the crack of her bum showing two, lovely, molded
cheeks; her long legs are moving gracefully.  I can't believe the effect
this young girl is having on me.  It'll take a while for her to return. 
This allows me time to pack a small lunch of cheese and biscuits and cold
soft drinks.

   As I finish packing the gear, a car moves down the trail to my cottage.
Nobody should be coming to visit.  Likely someone is lost and looking for
directions.  When the car stops, Veronika jumps out, followed by a very
beautiful woman.  She has the same complexion as Veronika.  Her full lips
are coated with the most appealing lip-gloss.  She walks towards me.

   "Hello.  I'm Daja Bedanova, Veronika's aunt.  She mentioned she met a
man and wants to go fishing.  I thought I had better meet you.  She's my
sister only daughter."

   So, that is why the resemblance, Daja beauty is similar to her nieces,
but in a mature fashion.

   "It's nice to meet you.  I'm Don Parsons.  I told Veronika that she
could come, but only with your permission.  We met the last time I was
here, when I repaired my dock."

   "Oh yes, I recall she did mention she met you, but you left for the city
shortly after that."

   "Yes, but now I'm on holiday for three whole weeks.  I plan on fishing
and resting for all of it.  I only have to go to town to replenish my
supplies and get the newspapers."

   "What do you do for a living, Mr.  Parsons?"

   "I'm a computer software specialist, specializing in computer viruses.
It's a very interesting job."

   "You don't have to tell me about viruses: my husband's computer was at
the shop for three days because someone had attached a virus to an email.
Needless to say, he wasn't very happy about it.  He lost a weeks' worth of
work."

   "Yes, I know how he must have felt."

   After about fifteen minutes of small talk Veronika's aunt approves of me
to be a friend to her niece and allows her to go fishing.  Pushing away
from the dock, we watch the car disappear down my driveway.  Veronika is
wearing a jacket that covers her bikini.  As we speed out to the fishing
spots, shown to me by a resident fisherman over the years, Veronika's
jacket balloons out as the wind fills it.  She must be wearing a scent as
my nostrils are filled with an alluring odor.  Her bare legs are like
magnets.  There's the same stirring I felt the first time we met.

   Finally, we arrive at my special spot; fortunately, there're no other
boats.  Dropping anchor, I concentrate on getting the fishing rods ready.
I've had some luck with perch and small mouth bass at this location.  I'm
hoping Veronika will catch one fish to give her a thrill.  She's opened the
jacket and I'm faced with her white bikini.  Her legs spread naturally, as
she watches her line.  Suddenly, the end of the rod is tweaking up and
down. At least I know the perch will keep her busy.  The movements of her
body seem to mold the front of her bikini bottoms into her gorgeous camel
toe.  There are no secrets here!  Her outer lips are full and wide for one
so young.  I can see a couple of black hairs.  I'm now sporting a raging
hard-on, enjoying the display of a young preteen.  After she catches her
first fish, she removes her jacket.  The slight breeze is cool and causes
the nipples to assert themselves against her bikini top.  Now, I'm faced
with her bottom that is really not covering anything and her top that is
showing me her ample nipples.

   During the afternoon I learn she's ten years old going on sixteen.  She
has two brothers, still in the Ukraine, and both are very sickly.  Healthy
food is not plentiful and what is available is of poor quality and doesn't
have the nourishment that's required to defeat their sickness.  She catches
me looking at her legs numerous times and just smiles at me.  While
studying her luv lips, my imagination is sure I can see her clitoris
pushing the little bit of fabric actually covering her pussy.

   We break to have lunch and then we continue to fish.  So far, our catch
consists of four perch and two bass.  Veronika caught all of them but one
perch, my proud contribution.  She's very proud of herself and keeps
rubbing it in she's the fisherman today.  Finally, we lift anchor and head
home.  She tells me I can keep the fish, if she can have some.  I hate
cleaning perch.  Accepting her terms, but only if her aunt agrees.  She
looks angelic in the bow of the boat bracing herself against the waves. 
Her legs are steadied against the seat and her muscle tone is terrific.  My
mind is in places it should be ashamed of.

   Once on shore she uses the phone to call her aunt.  She comes bouncing
to the dock.

   "My aunt says it is okay, as long as I'm not being a pest."

   "No, you're not a pest.  I enjoy your company.  You're a very attractive
young girl!"

   "Thank you, Mr.  Parsons.  My aunt makes sure I get plenty of fruit and
vegetables; it's made a big difference for me since I came to America.  I
never knew there was so much food in the world.  The supermarkets always
have fresh fruit and vegetables.  In the Ukraine, it's not the same.  My
doctor also prescribed vitamins for me.  I feel very healthy."

   "Call me Don, please.  Don't you think you should clean the fish, since
you caught most of them?"

   The look she gives me is priceless; one of total disbelief!  I offer her
the knife and the string of fish.

   "I'm only kidding.  Let's go to the dock and do the deed."

   She watches every move of the knife as I fillet the fish.  The perch are
a real pain; but, since she caught them I'd better clean them.  When she
leans over for a better look, her top falls forward giving me a breath
taking view of her lovely areolas and nipples.  I still can't believe that
she's sexually interesting to me.  Gathering our fresh fish, we head to the
cabin.

   "Would you like to go for a swim before we eat?"

   "Oh, yes!  Are you coming too?"

   "Yes, I'll change."

   My bathing suit is old; actually, it looks like oversized shorts.  My
hope is not to embarrass myself.  We enter the water together.  It feels so
cool and refreshing.  It's a pleasure watching Veronika; she swims like a
fish.

   "Ok, I've had enough."

   Veronika moves out of the water; her white bikini is now transparent. 
Everything is exposed.  Her slit is spread, showing me a bit of heaven. 
When she turns, I can see her tight bum and the dark rim of her anal
opening.  I'm going to embarrass myself.  I try to remain calm, following
the vision in front of me.  I've two towels ready for us when we get to the
door.  Handing one to Veronika she uses it; then I start to dry myself. 
Looking up at her, she is looking at me funny and smiling.  Wondering why,
it hits me; my erection is showing out the bottom of my bathing suit.  The
purple head is partial covered by my foreskin; but, it's apparent to
Veronika what it is.  My blush runs up my body; quickly I adjust my suit to
cover the offender.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."

   "That's okay.  I've seen my brother's many times, but yours is much
bigger!"

   With that, she goes into the cottage.  I follow, but find I am
bewildered at her comment.  She doesn't bat an eye; she just smiles.

   "Do you have a shower?"

   "Yes, it's off my bedroom in the loft.  Come, I'll show you."

   This young lady is doing all kinds of things to me.  I'm uneasy and
excited.  I've no idea why; hell, she's just a young girl.

   "The soap and shampoo are in the shower.  I'll start dinner."

   The water starts running and my imagination is working overtime, wishing
I was her washcloth.  Continuing my kitchen duties, I prepare our catch for
frying.  Finally, the water stops and my imagination is the vision of her
naked body stepping out of the shower.  Then I hear.

   "Don, there's no towels.  Please bring me one."

   Stupid me.  I keep the towels in my bedroom area, as there's no closet
in the shower.  The shower was an addition I installed three years ago.  I
had never considered a ten-year old guest would use it.  When I walk into
the bedroom, a nude Veronika greets me.  She's standing at the shower door,
with her legs slightly spread, giving me an excellent view of her ample
charms.  My eyes zero in on her full pussy lips.  Her peach is quite puffy
and has a few noticeable hairs.  I stare and lick my lips.

   "Do you have a towel for me?"

   Feeling stupid, I hand her the towel, but I don't take my eyes off her
developing body.  She's stunning.  This shouldn't be happening, the effect
she's having on me.  I'm too old for this.

   "Sorry for staring, but you caught me by surprise.  You're gorgeous!"

   "Thank you, Don."

   I hastily retreat from the bedroom, now sporting a raging hard on.  I'm
the adult and, as such, should have control of this situation.  Back in the
kitchen I continue to prepare dinner.  My body is shaking.  Why is she
having such an effect on a fifty one year old fart?  Attempting to get
myself in control, she calls.

   "Don, do you have something I can wear?  I don't want to put on my wet
bathing suit; maybe a t-shirt or a long shirt?"

   "Hang on, I've something."

   I've an old team sweater, hanging in the closet, from my first days
vacationing here.  It must have shrunk as if doesn't fit me anymore.  I
never got around to throwing it out.  Returning to the loft, I am once more
faced with a nude Veronika standing in front of me with her legs spread; a
mouth-watering view.  Finding the sweatshirt, I hastily hand it to her and
do a fast retreat.  My limits are being tested.  How much more of viewing
her lovely body before I do something stupid?

   Dinner is well under way, and the fish are frying, when Veronika
appears. She looks lovely.  Her innocent face, highlighted by magnificent
full lips, has me trembling.  Attempting to avoid looking at her doesn't
work.

   "The fish are nearly done.  I've potatoes and cream corn.  Anything else
you would like?  I don't have salad stuff yet; I'll go to town tomorrow and
get more supplies."

   "That's fine.  The fish smell so good.  Thanks' for taking me fishing.
My uncle is not a fisherman.  When he comes down, he usually sleeps most of
the time."

   We continue that line of conversation and I continue to learn more about
her.  She has assimilated well in the school near her aunt and uncle's
home. She received recognition for her high marks for which she's very
proud.  She received a gold ring as an award.  Veronika loves her American
relatives.  She chatters on about her family.  Supper is now ready.  The
meal is excellent, if I say so myself.  The clean air seems to make
everybody appreciate the taste of food.  I'm mesmerized with her young
beauty.  Keeping my eyes off her is very difficult; keeping my imagination
in control is impossible.  When the meal is done, she offers to help me
clean up before she goes home.  With both of us helping out, the task is
finished in good order.  I make myself a coffee and offer Veronika a hot
chocolate.  She accepts.

   "I want to thank you for a wonderful day, Don.  I enjoyed the fishing.
You're a good cook.  I hope you don't mind if I come over often."

   "You're welcome to come over anytime, as long as your aunt agrees.  I
enjoy your company.  You make me feel young again."

   I can't believe I said that.  What has come over me?

   Veronika sits across from me on the sofa, while I am at the kitchen
table.  Then, she moves her legs and I'm looking at her very appealing
pussy.  She had only come over wearing her bikini bathing suit.  I'm blest
with a wonderful view.  Her luv lips are spread, exposing her moist inner
lips.  The sun is behind my back and shining in one of the kitchen windows.
The view continues to have my undivided attention.  Her peach has me
licking my lips, wanting to taste this young girl.  My erection is
instantaneous and could be embarrassing.  When we finish our drinks, she
moves and cuts off the view.

   "I have to go home, Don.  I'll come over tomorrow, if you don't mind."

   "You're welcome anytime.  I'll be going shopping in the morning.  Would
you like me to walk you home?"

   "No, it's still light and I can run.  It's been a memorable day.  Thank
you again."

   We gather up her wet suit and jacket.  She quickly disappears over to
the next park.  It's ridiculous that she has such an effect on me.  This
youngster has me tied in knots.

   I hadn't finished my first coffee the next morning when there's a knock
on the door.

   "Hi, Don!  I brought back your sweater.  Are you still going to town
today?"

   "Yes, I need a few supplies and want to pick up my newspapers."

   "My aunt says I can go with you, if you want some company."

   Veronika's wearing bicycle shorts which are skin-tight.  She has a
matching cut off t-shirt that is hugging her proud nipples.  The effect is
immediate.  My old soldier is coming to attention.  The more I see of this
young girl the more desirable she is.  It has me wondering if it is a
result of the vitamins I'm taking.  How can I resist?

   "Of course you can come.  I'll be ready in about an hour.  Would you
like something to drink?"

   "Yes, coffee please."

   "Are you sure?  I've hot chocolate."

   "No, coffee please."

   We sit at the kitchen table studying each other.  My eyes keep shifting
to the lovely view between her legs.  I'm well aware of the beauty there
from yesterday.  The memory of her peach drifts into my mind.  What would
it taste like?  There's a smile on my face; then, I notice she is staring
at me.

   "What are you thinking?"

   "What a wonderful day it is and what beautiful company I have."

   I hope she can't read minds: she hasn't noticed my raging hard-on. 
Veronika's face glows with innocence.  Her developing body shows that she
will be a heart breaker; everything is well proportioned, even at this age.
When her breasts start maturing, she'll turn every male's head.

   The drive to town is very pleasant.  Surprisingly, Veronika is very
knowledgeable about her homeland and keeps me in awe as she relates the
terrible conditions her family has to live in.  Her aunt and uncle have
been sending food packages and money to them and that has helped.  American
dollars are well received in the Ukraine.



   On a lighter note, Veronika tells me she loves American women's
lingerie. She has seen matching bras and panties sets that she wishes she
could afford.

   "I know I don't need a bra yet; but, I like lacy bras and thongs, the
material is so soft and there are so many styles and colors."

   That would be a vision to see: Veronika in a thong and bra set!  I'm not
aware if the small town has a store that carries such apparel.  My plan was
to get my list of items, return to the cottage and enjoy my time.  With
Veronika along, it's taken on a new meaning.  She's a beautiful
distraction!

   Once in town, I ask her if she wants to shop with me, but she wants to
see the town.  We make arrangements to meet at the Suburban at one o'clock.
That gives me two hours to do what little I've to do.

   I purchase a large supply of fresh fruit and vegetables.  If that's what
Veronika needs to ensure her health, then that's what she'll get.  Two
delicious looking steaks, for tonight's supper, are included.  I'm assuming
she will be with me.  Actually, I'm hoping she'll be with me.  Nobody would
believe the change in me!

   When I return to the Suburban, with a loaded grocery cart, Veronika is
waiting.

   "How did the window shopping go?"

   "Window shopping?"

   "That's when you don't have any money and just look at all the things
you would like.  It's like a dream."

   "Well, I found a store with lovely lingerie in smaller sizes.  I wish I
had the money to buy some.  They're so soft to touch.  The sales lady
showed me many different styles and all of them are so sexy."

   Money is not one of my problems.  My job pays well and there is only me
to satisfy.  My house and cottage are clear.  When I'm working, there's
little need to spend my own funds as I'm usually on an expense account.

   "Tell you what, Veronika, I'll give you some money if you don't think
your aunt would mind.  Then you can buy what you want."

   "Well, I don't think my aunt would care; but, I'll phone her and ask. 
There's a phone over there."

   After handing her a fist full of change, I watch as Veronika calls and
talks to her aunt.  Then she signals me to come over.

   "Did she ask you to buy clothing for her, Mr.  Parsons?"

   "No, she was window shopping while I purchased the groceries and when we
met she mentioned that she had seen some items she would like and that she
wished she had some money.  I volunteered the funds, if it's okay with you.
I would enjoy helping her out as a little token of hope for her,
considering the generous efforts you and your husband have done.  I'm
envious of you for being allowed to help her."

   "Do you know she wants to buy lingerie?"

   "Doesn't every young lady?"

   "I know she wants some, but we never have had the surplus to indulge
her. If you're willing, and it's not a burden, feel free to help."

   "Okay, thank you.  She'll also thank you.  I can see her smiling outside
the booth.  She's a beautiful young lady."

   "All the girls in our family are fortunate to be passable."

   "More than passable."

   "Thank you, Mr.  Parsons."

   "Call me, Don.  We should be at the cottage by five.  I'll have Veronika
call you when we get back."

   "That'll be fine, Don."

   She hangs up.  Veronika is smiling in anticipation.

   "Your aunt said it is okay.  Here's one hundred dollars.  Don't spend it
all on one outfit.  If you need more, let me know.  I'll be at the sport
shop across the street looking at lures.  I need one to beat you when we go
fishing again."

   Veronika runs to the clothing store.  After calling the office to learn
nothing earthshaking has developed, I head to the sports shop.  I pick up
five new lures that are, purportedly, death to fish.  This will give me
more lures to wash.  I'm at the counter when Veronika tugs on my shirt.

   "Don, did you mean it that I could have more money?"

   "Of course, do you need more?"

   She nods her head and I give her another hundred-dollar bill.  Her eyes
light up and she leaves.  I wonder what type of lingerie she's buying.  I'm
waiting at the Suburban when she strolls up with two large bags.

   "Here's the change, Don.  I can't thank you enough.  I bought a new
bathing suit too.  I hope you don't mind."

   "Its fine, Veronika.  I'm happy to help."

   "I'll model for you tonight."

   That isn't good.  My lower head is stretching to its max at that
comment. I should've bought some saltpeter.  Veronika is just bubbling over
with enthusiasm.  She's really happy.  The trip home is uneventful.

   We are surprised to see Veronika's aunt waiting for us as we drive up to
the cottage.  She jumps out her car as we come to a stop.

   "Oh Veronika, your uncle has been in an accident.  I've got to go to the
hospital.  Do you want to come with me?  Or, perhaps, you could stay with
Don.  I don't know how serious it is.  I just got a call from the police.
The ambulance is headed to the hospital."

   "I'm sorry to hear about that, Daja.  Veronika is welcome to stay with
me.  You can call as soon as you find out how serious it is."

   "Oh Aunty, I would like to go, but I'm afraid.  I will stay with Don. 
You will call as soon as you talk to Uncle?"

   "Oh yes."

   Without thinking, I gave her my telephone number; hell, she doesn't know
anyone I know so it will be safe with her.  With that, she is off down the
driveway.  I unload the Suburban and put all the items away.  Veronika is
in a subdued mood.  Starting supper, my hope is that nothing serious is
wrong in regards to her Uncle.  At seven fifteen the phone rings. 
Veronika's face shows concern, I answer.  It's Daja.

   "I'm at the hospital, Don.  He is okay, just shaken up.  His car is
totaled, but he's fine.  They're keeping him overnight for observation. 
I'm going to stay with him, if can I impose on you to let Veronika stay
overnight."

   "That isn't a problem.  She can use the bed in the loft and I'll sleep
on the sofa."

   "I don't know how to thank you, Don.  Please let me talk to Veronika."

   Handing the phone to Veronika, her face lights up when she hears the
news.  She is back to her old self when she hangs up.  She's so excited she
jumps onto my lap and kisses me.  Her lips are so soft and tasty.  My arms
are around her and, involuntarily, they run up and down her back to her
soft firm bum.  Hopefully the effect she is having on me goes unnoticed. 
She moves her bottom against my hard tube of flesh.  She must feel it, but
she doesn't hesitate to continue to rotate her body.  She kisses me again
and her tongue enters my mouth.  I'm lost!  She tastes so good I kiss her
back with passion.  Both of my hands are massaging her bum cheeks.

   "That feels good, Don, don't stop."

   I do as instructed.  What I would love to do is feel her rosebud but I
restrain myself.  I set her down.

   "Well, since I'm having an overnight guest, we will have to make up the
sofa bed in the living room.  You can sleep in my bed; but, first a swim,
then supper, okay?"

   "Okay, Don.l I can help.  Can I wear my new bathing suit?"

   "Well, I know it won't fit me so you might as well wear it."

   Veronika runs upstairs with her shopping treasures.  I can her paper
crumpling as she searches for her new suit.  The groceries are stored away
and the barbeque lit; I leave it on low to heat up the grills.  Now, the
wait for her to return so I can change.  My mouth is hanging open as she
descends the steps.  The suit does nothing to hide her beauty.  Like the
white one, the new red suit is skin hugging and is made with less material.
It has a thong-like bottom.  When she turns around all I can see is the
string like material hidden in the crack of her bum.  You know what is
happening to me.

   "Do you like it, Don?"

   "You're a true model, Veronika.  It looks like it's made for you.  You
will drive the boys wild."

   "Will it drive you wild, Don?"

   With that comment, I exit to my bedroom to change, willing my hard-on to
go down.  My tent is embarrassing.

   The only thing different about her new attire is it doesn't go
completely transparent when it's wet.  After the swim, I start supper.  A
salad and bake potatoes will go well with the steak.  Veronika changes into
my old shirt again.  Is she wearing panties?

   After supper, we wash dishes and clean up.  News Flash: she is not
wearing panties!  She uses a chair to put away some dishes and leans over
displaying her tight brown star and her ample luv lips.  The light catches
the moisture seeping from her pussy.  It's only sheer will power that keeps
me from kissing those moist lips.  Her tight anal passage is just a bit
darker than her skin.  The small orifice is so smooth.  Someday it'll show
stretch marks.

   "Would you like to shower now, Veronika?"

   "I would, but could you drive me to our trailer, Don.  I would like to
get a nighty and some personal stuff."

   "Not a problem.  Do you want to change before we go?"

   I'm concerned that others will see the beauty I'm blessed with and be
concerned.

   "No, it's okay.  Nobody's close to us.  There're only four trailers and
we all have trees and bushes separating each trailer.  It's very private."

   The trip over is short and quick.  Veronika brings back a small
overnight bag.  Once back at the cottage, she runs upstairs to the shower.
It is getting late so I make up the sofa bed.  With a fresh cup of coffee,
I sit on the veranda.  The shower stops and I imagine Veronika drying
herself, wishing she will called for help.  She comes down stairs wearing a
housecoat.

   "Are you going to shower?"

   "Yes, but we both couldn't shower at the same time."

   "Why not?"

   She's laughing at me.  I can feel the blush starting from my toes and
rising up my body.

   "It's too small."

   "You're embarrassed.  You like looking at me, but are ashamed when I
mention it.  In the Ukraine, people often bath together.  We don't have the
hot water systems you have here.  My brothers and I often bathed together."

   "Well, I will remember that the next time I go to the Ukraine!  Right
now, I'll have a shower by myself.  I'll be down shortly.  There's fresh
coffee."

   My shower is quick and efficient; but, I do think of how interesting it
would be to have Veronika assisting me.  My raging hard-on hasn't subsided.
I toy with the idea of masturbating to take the edge off.  Seeing Veronika
in the dressing gown has me speculating what she has on underneath it. 
When I step out to dry I notice her little girl panties and top in a neat
pile.  I've a strong urge to inspect them.  I can see the trim of her
panties is fine lace.  I can't help myself and I grab them and look
carefully at the crotch.  It has noticeable pee stains, but there's also a
crusty area.  Rubbing it with my finger and bring it to my nose, it's her
pussy elixir.  Something is making her excited enough to get seep her
elixir.  My hope is it's me.  Her scent is doing nothing to help my
erection subside.  I shave and put on a tight pair of shorts and a robe. 
The shorts keep my erection against my body.  If you don't think it's
uncomfortable you should try it.

   Veronika is sitting at the table when I return.  With coffee cup in
hand, she watches me approach.  Her housecoat has parted at the front
showing her beautiful bare legs.  I look at her angelic face, not wanting
to appear like I'm staring.  She has applied lipstick and eye shadow.  If I
didn't know better, she could pass for sixteen or older.  Her lips are
moist and they beckon me.

   "What time do you usually go to bed?"

   "Nine or nine-thirty, earlier on Friday night,"

   "Why Friday night?"

   "That's when my uncle comes to the trailer and he and aunty usually have
sex.  They think I'm sleeping, but I watch them."

   "Watch them?"

   "Oh, yes!  I could never get any sleep anyway; my aunt moans so loud
when she cums.  She never seems to get enough sex."

   This's out of the mouth of a ten year old!  This doesn't help my
situation at all as my cock is pushing against my shorts.  I have to cross
my legs, and tighten up my robe, so not to embarrass myself.

   "What have you seen?"

   "Everything!  When they have sex they don't appear to see what's going
on around them."

   "Describe everything."

   "You want to know how they have sex?"

   "No, not really; but, I'm curious what you do know about sex."

   "Well, I've seen them with my aunt on the bottom and on top.  My aunt
really seems to like it in her bum and my uncle does too.  She keeps saying
`Deeper, fuck me deeper' when it's in her bum."

   My blush flows up my body as my big mouth is getting me into area's I
shouldn't be in trying to change the subject, then Veronika adds this
comment.

   "My aunt really loves it doggy style!  She tells my uncle he is so deep
she can taste him."

   "Taste him?"

   "Oh, yes, she also sucks him all the time.  When he comes home tense, I
have watched as she strokes my uncle's cock and kisses the top of it until
he creams; I watch her sucking his cream to the last drop.  Do you like
having your cock sucked?  My uncle seems to really enjoy it.  Aunty takes
his hard thing and sucks it till it is soft and small."

   I graciously ignore that question.  Veronika is way more knowledgeable
than any other ten year old I've ever encountered.

   Fortunately, its nine thirty and I suggest we retire for the night.  I'm
hurting.  I know I've to do something to relieve my pain.  When she moves,
her beautiful peach is exposed.  I don't know if it's my imagination; but,
it appears to have moisture beading on her outer luv lips.

   "If you get cold, there's an extra blanket in the bottom draw of the
bureau.  Sleep well, see you in the morning."

   Veronika climbs to the loft and, after a few moments, the light goes
out. Doing the finally check, making sure all is secure, I retire to the
sofa bed and turn out the light.  My mind is full of Veronika and her young
mouth-watering body.  The vision of Veronika's moist peach is still vivid
in my mind.  Still needing relief in the worst way, I must have drifted off
to sleep.  In the midst of a wonderful dream, there is weight on my sofa.
Half asleep, I realize its Veronika.  The room is only lit by the moonlight
reflecting off the lake; it's very obvious she's naked.

   "Don, I'm cold.  Can I sleep with you?"

   Before I can answer, her cold naked body is next to mine.  She curls up
against me for heat.  The feel of her cool skin really has me aroused.  I
put my hand on her back and caress her soft skin from the top to her lovely
soft bum cheeks.  She does feel so good to me.  Then, I feel her lips on my
nipple.  She is sucking it and that really does me in.  Her hand is on my
chest and slowly moving down over my stomach.  If she goes lower she will
realize what she is doing to me.  When her hand reaches her destination I
hear her giggle.

   "I thought you'd be hard.  My uncle gets that way when my aunt crawls in
with him.  You're bigger than him."

   Her hand explores my shaft and cups my very sensitive balls.  She
continues to caress me as she warms her body.  I've no idea how much of
this my old body can take.  I'm nervous of her boldness, but love the
feeling of her hands on me.  She seems to know what she's doing.  The
lessons she has gleaned, while watching her aunt, don't go to waste.

   "Are you hard because of me?"

   "Yes, Veronika, you've done this to me from our first meeting.  I've
never felt this way about someone as young as you."

   "What do you mean `this way?'"

   "I've never been attracted to a young girl.  I don't know what it is
about you, but you do something to me."

   "I'll do something else for you, if you wish.  I'll help you like my
aunt helps my uncle."

   She rearranges the blankets so my cock is exposed.  She seems to study
the length and the girth.  Her tiny hand can't totally reach around it, but
she strokes me in a slow rhythm.  What a pleasant relaxing feeling.  She
moves to a better position.  Her nipples are hard, screaming for attention.
I touch one, then the other.  She pushes her body against my hand.

   "My uncle plays with my aunt's nipples.  She usually moves her body so
he can play with her as well."

   Veronika moves so she is lying with her legs spread and her crotch at my
face.  Her peach is seeping honey, what a scent!  Moving my face closer,
her fragrance overwhelms me.  What am I to do?

   Then she takes me by surprise as I feel her lips on the head of my cock,
then her tongue tasting me!  My precum must be plentiful since I've been
aroused all evening.  Her small mouth engulfs me, it takes willpower not to
explode.  Her stroking and sucking really has me reeling.  Resistance is no
longer an option; I lean over and kiss her peach.  Her virgin pussy tastes
so sweet, my tongue searches for her clitoris.  I really don't know if a
ten year old has developed her bud.  Veronika moans and wiggles her body to
get more of my tongue on her.  She spreads her legs wider for better access
to lick and search for her bud.  It's there, very small, but hard.  She
pushes against my mouth for better contact.  Unfortunately, nature tells me
not cumming isn't an option.

   "Veronika, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum.  It's going to be
plentiful, Are you sure you want to keep doing that?"

   She uses her other hand to encircle my organ, stroking as she sucks.  My
body involuntary starts to pump the head into her throat and then the
surges of cum start.  My frustration for the last two days pours deep into
her throat.  Veronika doesn't miss a surge, I can feel her swallowing. 
Finally, I'm completely drained.  She doesn't stop sucking.  I lay back and
enjoy the wonderful feeling of contentment.  Then, it hits me: a ten year
old just gave me the best blowjob of my life!

   "Now I realize why my aunt does that to my uncle.  It feels good to have
you squirt in my mouth.  It doesn't taste bad at all!"

   "Veronika, you know we shouldn't have done this.  I should've stopped
you.  It's not right that I take advantage of you."

   "Did you like it, Don?"

   "That doesn't matter, one way or another.  I shouldn't have allowed it."

   "You didn't like it and didn't like licking me?"

   She moves her body so I am looking at her pussy, all puffy and inviting.
Lost, I bury my face in her small crotch and spread her peach, licking all
the moisture that has formed.  A finger caresses her rosebud, my tongue's
next target.  I concentrate on her small clitoris until her body tenses.

   "Don, what are you doing?  I feel so funny."

   Her body stiffens and then there is an exhaust of her breath as she
experiences her first climax.

   "What happened?  That felt awesome.  Can we do it again?"

   "You just experienced a climax: that's what sex is all about.  You can
cum as often as you please.  I will show you how to do it by yourself. 
Cumming is a slang term for a climax."

   "Oh, it feels so good.  Do it again!"

   Taking her to another high, her body trembles as she cums for the second
time.  Now, for my second target; spreading her ass cheeks, my tongue finds
the opening and I rim her.  She moans and wiggles.

   "That feels good Don.  Can you put your thing in there?"

   My thing, as she calls it, is coming to life.  I certainly would love
try anal, but she is big enough.

   "Oh, I would love to, Veronika, but I don't think you're big enough."

   "Can you do my pussy?"

   "You may be too small there as well."

   "I want to try."

   "Let me lie on my back and you can try."

   My cock is ready for the challenge.  For some reason, we are not cold
any longer.  Veronika is on top of me trying to mount me with her small
body.  She gets the head of my cock against her opening and pushes down. 
She is so tight.  She has her full weight of nearly seventy pounds pushing,
as the head of my cock slowly enters her.

   "It really hurts, Don."

   "Well, don't try it, Veronika.  We can wait.  We can try it again
tomorrow."

   "Really?"

   "Yes, if you like we can try it every day I'm here."

   "Oh, I do want too and my bum too.  My aunt really enjoys it.  So I know
I will too."

   "Well, let's get some sleep.  You're wonderful, Veronika."

   We snuggle and I can't help running my hands over her young body. 
Touching her nipples, she sighs.  Soon her breathing drops to a steady
rhythm of sleep.  Me?  I'm awake now, wondering just what I have gotten
into.  My finger is between her ass cheeks feeling her rosebud.  It feels
so smooth, but small.  Will it stretch to accommodate me?  Sleep over takes
me with Veronika curled up against me.

   The morning came with Veronika caressing me.  When I open my eyes she
has a big smile on her face.  She looks like an angel.  She leans over and
kisses me on the lips and when I kiss back, she uses her tongue.

   "You're so beautiful, Veronika.  I don't know where this will lead, but
I know if you mention anything to anyone I'm in deep shit."

   "Oh, I won't Don.  I want to be your girlfriend!  Can we try again?"

   I move to my back and my cock is sticking straight up.  She again
arranges her body over me and squats down using both hands to spread her
luv lips.  Her opening may be too small.  She lowers her pussy to the head
of my cock and pushes down.  Her face shows determination as she pushes. 
The head of my cock is plugging her opening, but she continues to push
down. She looks down at me.

   "Did it go in this time?"

   "I think it did stretch a bit.  I don't want you to hurt yourself."

   "I want to feel you in me.  I will keep trying till I get you inside. 
Do you want to try my bum hole?"

   I know I should have stopped it right here, but I am so aroused I
couldn't restrain myself.  She rolls over and spreads her cheeks that open
her anal passage.  The appeal is overwhelming.  I lean over and kiss both
cheeks and then run my tongue in her asshole.

   "Okay, if you want.  I will get some lotion to make me slippery."

   "Do it!"

   There is always a supply of hand cream.  With all the time I am in
water, my hands really take a beating.  Using it this way was never
envisioned.  Veronika is on her knees with her bum at the edge of the bed.
Liberally coating on my aching cock, and then generously coating her
beautiful anal opening.

   "My aunt kneels on the edge of the bed for my uncle.  He usually is
standing up when he is in my aunt's bum."

   Pulling the foreskin back, with the head of my cock against her moist
asshole, I want to shove it in deep; but, she is an anal virgin, so I hold
back my desire.

   "I'm right at the opening, Veronika.  You must be able to feel me.  Now,
you can push back if you want to, but don't do anything to hurt yourself."

   Hopefully this will work.  Veronika looks so appealing on her knees.  I
love the look of her well proportioned ass.  She braces herself and pushes
back.  There's resistance, but she's determined.  She uses her arms to push
against me.  The thought of entering her has me reeling.  Then, the
impossible happens, my cock head slowly disappears into Veronika anally. 
If feels like a warm vise has grasped me.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes, but I can feel you in me.  It makes me feel so full.  How far is
it in?"

   "About an inch."

   "Well it feels like you're all in all the way.  It really feels
different."

   "Let your body get used to the intruder and then try again.  It feels so
good to be in this far.  Your body is so small.  I don't want you to do
anything you're uncomfortable with."

   She relaxes and just wiggles her body.  This actually looks ridiculos
with me standing behind a young girl, who can't weight more than seventy
pounds, with my cock partially in her asshole; but, it feels so good! 
Veronika starts pushing back.  I can feel my cock slowly continuing it
journey.  It's amazing as it slips in another four inches.  Then she stops.

   "Is it in now?"

   "Yes, about five inches and it really feels good."

   "Can you push it in deeper?"

   "I can try, but you tell me if it hurts too much."

   Slowly, my shaft enters another two inches.  I pull back and start to
slowly stroke back and forth.  I'm in heaven.

   "How does it feel, Veronika?"

   "Really different.  It feels good!  Are you fucking me?"

   "Oh yes, Veronika, but I won't last much longer."

   "Okay, just keeping doing what you are doing and finish."

   With that, surges of cum flows into her small body; it's one of the
strongest climaxes I've had in years.  Even the last woman I had been with,
who was twenty-one, couldn't compare with Veronika.

   "Oh Don, I could feel every drop."

   My cock slowly shrinks, then slips, un-ceremonially, out of her not so
tight rosebud.  This is the first time I've had any desire for any young
girl.  Hopefully, this isn't the last time!  Veronika's hole slowly
shrinks, like it is winking at me and a stream of white cum now coats the
bottom of the rim, moving towards her thighs.  I passionately kiss both of
her lovely cheeks and, then, with my fingers, I attempt to keep her rim
from closing, but without success.

   Slowly rolling to her back, she spreads her legs.  Her peach is moist.
The anal act seems to have produced a swell of elixir, my first part of
today's breakfast.  Tonguing her produces numerous climaxes.  Cum is still
seeping out of her asshole, making a mess of the sheets.  That means a trip
to the laundry.  When I remove my face from between her legs, Veronika
starts laughing.

   "You look funny with your face and whiskers all covered with my juice."

   "Well, you look funny, too, laying there with your legs spread.  Get up!
We'll have breakfast after you shower and get dressed."

   Suddenly, she realizes that cum is dripping from her ass; using her
hand, she covers the opening and runs upstairs.  It isn't too long before
the shower is running.  After the events of last night, and this morning, I
think bacon and eggs will be the order of the day.  I gather up the sheets
and make up the sofa bed.  I'll have to go to town today to do laundry;
but, it's worth it, considering the reason.  The telephone rings.  It is
Daja Bedanova.

   "I can't thank you enough for taking care of Veronika.  She wasn't any
trouble I hope."

   "No, she's excellent company.  Do you want to speak to her?"

   "Yes, please."

   Veronika is coming down the steps in my shirt, no panties.  I hand her
the phone.

   "It's your aunt."

   I can't hear the conversation, but I notice Veronika's face light up. 
She cups the receiver and hands it to me.

   "Did my aunt ask you?"

   "No, ask me what?"

   She returns the receiver to me.

   "I hate to impose on you any further; but, I was wondering if you would
baby sit Veronika this weekend.  I know you are on holiday, but I would be
forever in your debt if you would consider it.  My husband is feeling much
better; he and I have an opportunity to take a trip with his employer for
five days.  We had talked about it and were going to refuse because of
Veronika.  It'll be good therapy for him.  I know it may be a great
inconvenience and I'll understand if you say no."

   "To tell you the truth, your niece is a jewel!  She keeps me on my toes!
I would just lie around here vegetating.  Veronika's so full of life. 
Consider it my contribution to the rehabilitation of your husband."

   Hearing a sigh on the line, Daja accepts the fact I'll help them.  Who
am I kidding?

   "I don't know what I can do for you, but I'll think of something.  You
live in Abbotsville?"

   "Yes, why do you ask?"

   "Because Veronika mentioned she wants to keep in touch with you when
holiday season is over.  Would you mind?"

   "No, actually, I would appreciate that.  I'll give her my address and
telephone number.  I'm not home that often, but I would be glad to see her
when possible."

   "I'll let you tell her.  We are planning to go tomorrow.  I hope that
isn't too soon?"

   "No, if you leave a key I'll be able to drive Veronika to your trailer,
if she needs something."

   "That is so good of you.  I'll be over with a key and all the
information about our health insurance and where we'll be in case of an
emergency.  See you shortly."

   When I hang up the phone, Veronika is in my arms kissing me.  I run my
hand up her legs and feel her bum cheeks.  My finger touches her opening to
confirm is shrunk back to nearly normal.  It will never be as tight as it
was this morning.  I'll see to that.  It will be stretched often in the
next five days.

   "You had better get decent; your aunt is on her way over."

   I took the opportunity to make sure all is in order.  There is no
evidence that Veronika lost her anal cherry this morning.  Now, in the
loft, I make myself presentable.  Veronika's sitting on the bed watching
me.

   "We'll only need one bed from now on."

   When we hear a car in the distance, we head for the deck and watch Daja
approach us and then stop.  She is dressed in a stylist pantsuit.  I feel a
stirring.  She looks like a fashion model.  If her niece wasn't in the
picture I'd have loved to make a pitch for her.  It has me wondering if
she's willing to have an affair.  She walks towards us, beaming.

   "Thank you again, Mr.  Parsons.  Here is the key and all the information
about our health insurance; also, the address where we will be saying with
the phone number etc.  Our cell phone number is also there."

   "It's no problem.  What time are you leaving?"

   "As soon as my husband gets here, the hospital released him and he just
went to the office to get information about the trip.  They've even
arranged a rental car.  I'm so excited!"

   Inviting her for a coffee, she accepts.  Looking at her, then Veronika,
it's a difficult choice, both would be great.  Daja's breasts are full and
her bra has them standing straight out from her body.  Her hips are well
shaped and my mind is wondering about the wonders between her legs.  She is
sitting across from me, with her legs slightly spread, exposing her
panties. My imagination tells me her camel toe is exposed.  It appears full
and thick.  When I look up, she is looking right at me with a knowing smile
on her face; embarrassing, of course.

   When she is done with her coffee she gives Veronika a hug and tells her
to be good.  I'd like to tell Daja that she is very good and we will
practice to make her better.  There's that stirring again.  As we walk to
her car, she continues to thank me.  When we reach the car, she turns and
circles my neck.  Her scent has me reeling.  She kisses me on the lips and
I can feel her body rubbing against my hard on.  She whispers to me.

   "There'll be more."

   Then, she breaks off, climbs into the car and leaves.  Bedazzled me,
standing there with a stupid look on my face, with a hard-on, wondering
what she meant.  Watching as the car disappears from view; Veronika throws
herself in my arms and kisses me also.

   "I can smell my aunt's perfume on you.  She's a beautiful woman, don't
you think?"

   "Not as beautiful as you, Veronika.  I'm glad you will be staying with
me for the next five days.  Let's have breakfast and then we have to go to
town again.  It seems someone got the sheets messy last night."

   "No, it was this morning."

   She's giggling as we return.  During breakfast, I inquire if she has a
dress, and then suggest we go to a restaurant in town for supper.  She is
beaming.  She'll be my date.  If anyone asks, she'll say she is my
granddaughter.

   We decide to go fishing again.  It'll give me an opportunity to regain
my pride while using my new lures.  She helps me make a light lunch.  The
trip on the lake is invigorating as Veronika wears her new bikini under my
shirt.  She exposes her peach all afternoon.  It distracts me so much that
she, again, catches the fish while I am left with a bunch of useless, but
very clean lures.  After cleaning the fish, we cleanup and then head over
to her trailer to get her dress.

   When she comes downstairs, she looks lovely.  Still a little girl; but,
in a dress she looks ravishing, due to the fact I know what she hidden
beneath.  During the trip, she keeps teasing me about who is the best
fisherman.  We stop at the Laundromat and wash the sheets.  During the
drying cycle, we walk down the main street looking for a restaurant.  In
all of the times I've spent at my cottage I've never ate in town.  The town
sports two eateries, both are the family variety.  We read the menu posted
in the windows and settle on one.  After we retrieve the sheets, we walk,
hand-in-hand, to the restaurant.  Veronika turns out to be an excellent
date.  She can hold an informative conversation on a lot of topics.  Since
her aunt always reads, she naturally does the same.  The food is good and
tasty.  After coffee and dessert, Veronika excuses herself as I go to the
counter to pay, then we return to the Suburban.

   The trip home is exciting for me.  We're both anticipating what tonight
will bring.  Looking at Veronika, I see her dress is pulled up and her legs
are slightly spread; hell, we aren't even out of town!  She removed her
panties at the restaurant.  Her puffy peach is in full view.  The view
isn't recommended for drivers.

   "We aren't home; yet, you like teasing me."

   "I want to try it again tonight.  The more we try the sooner I'll feel
you inside of me.  If it doesn't happen, you can use my bum again."

   "We should stop and get some KY Jelly.  It makes everything really
slippery.  It may help."

   Pulling into a strip mall, with a number of stores, there is one of the
large chain drugstores.  Parking in front, I ask Veronika.

   "Is there anything you need?  You can come in with me, but don't bend
over.  Some may not appreciate the view."

   Veronika nods her head yes.  Opening the door for her, she does look
like an angel as she dismounts the truck.  She is prim and proper, on the
surface, but I know she wants to be back at the cottage.  In the store, I
quickly find the KY Jelly with all the other conceptive products.  She
can't get pregnant at this age.  The cosmetic counter has her attention.

   "See anything you would like?"

   "Yes, but you have done enough for me with the lingerie I don't want you
to spend more on me."

   "What would you like?"

   She points to lipstick, an eye makeup kit, body powder, another makeup
kit with a paintbrush in it and some perfume.  This young lady has the
tastes of a teenager.

   "I see your granddaughter is in the make-up scene.  May I help you?"

   An attractive young clerk is at our side.  I smile and ask her to gather
the items Veronika desires.

   On the way home, Veronika cuddles up to me and kisses me thanks.  She
put my right hand between her legs.  I feel heaven, all the way to the
cottage.  Once home it is a mad scramble to get ready.  Veronika grabs her
purchases and heads for the loft and then the shower.  I make myself a
coffee and then replenish the wood box.  The nights get a little chilly and
the fireplace provides homey warmth, as long as I have enough wood.  The
shower quits and I smile, knowing she is looking forward to another attempt
to lose her cherry.  A shower is needed for me to get squeaky clean before
we start.

   "Don, the shower is empty.  I'm going to get ready.  You'll be
surprised."

   She told me Daja showed her many makeup tricks.  Daja, herself, always
looks like a fashion model; her makeup is impeccable.  Showering with an
erection, my thoughts are all on Veronika.  After drying I didn't bother
with a wrap; grabbing the KY Jelly, it's off to the bed.  She greets me
wearing a very aromatic scent of a very arousing perfume.  Veronika's
transformation is amazing.  With a little makeup, she has aged herself to
twelve or thirteen.  If she had a chest line, and six more inches in
height, she could easily pass for sixteen.  The detailing of her makeup is
similar to her aunt's.

   "You're unbelievable, Veronika!  Did Daja show you all her makeup
secrets?"

   "Yes!  When I first came to your country I had no idea about makeup.  I
was fascinated how my aunt could make herself look so beautiful.  She
showed me how to change my shallow gaunt look to one of beauty.  I think it
did me a world of good to see that I could be beautiful.  It really made me
feel good.  When she gave me some make up, I really made a mess by putting
too much on.  We had a lot of fun while I learned."

   Veronika has been taught by an expert.  She's covered from her neck down
with a sheet.  After taking in her transformation, she watches me as she
lowers the sheet.  She is naked, with her legs slightly spread.  I notice
her peach is spread and her luv lips are very pronounced.  She has colored
them with a slight coating of, I assume, lipstick: What an effect!

   "Do you like, Don?"

   "I love looking at you, Veronika."

   With that, I'm between her legs enjoying her scent mixed with her
perfume.  I first kiss her luv lips, and then lick the mist that is
accumulating.  If there's any way of me getting harder, that did it.  She
pats the pillow beside her and indicates for me to lie on my back.  She
leans over and kisses the precum from the head.  Taking the tube of KY
Jelly, she tests the contents between her fingers.  Then, she spreads her
legs and applies some to her opening, then to the top of my shaft.  She
seems determined to do the deed.  She positions herself above me and lowers
her body.  She grasps my cock and aims the head at her entrance.  With
determination, she lowers her body.  After the initial contact, she pushes
down.  Just watching has me wondering if it's my imagination or is there
actually some headway being made into her tight pussy.  Even with her
weight bearing down on shaft, my cock doesn't waver.  Veronika continues to
try, again and again.  My tool holds its ground.

   "Oh, I want to do this so much!  Can we try again in the morning?"

   "Yes, of course, I want it as much as you do."

   "I want it too, so don't feel bad.  Daja and my uncle do it nearly every
night they're together and they love it.  Tomorrow may be our day."

   "You're so small and fragile; I don't want to do anything that may hurt
you."

   She moves beside me, then there are lots of hugs and kisses.  She tastes
so good and her scent is so arousing.  Then, she cuddles to me spoon
fashion, she grasps my cock and places it her anal opening and pushes back.
The KY Jelly assists the move deep inside her.  It feels warm and moist. 
The heat of her body penetrates my shaft.  Her anal muscles massage me,
providing a wonderful sensation.

   "What a feeling!  I want you to cum."

   With slow, continuous thrusts I bring myself to the brink, then stop,
savoring the tight feeling; it happens three times before the flow of sperm
fills her anal cavity.  The relief it brings me is indescribable!

   "That feels so awesome!  I can still feel the heat from you.  Leave it
there and let's gets some sleep."

   I snuggle up to her young body, with my shaft still buried in her ass,
and that's how we fell asleep.  In the morning, we wake still in the same
position.  Sometime in the night, my cock slipped out of it home and is now
mashed up against Veronika's pretty ass.  The sheets are a mess.  The odor
of sex is very evident.  We need more sheets; it is on the list for the
next time we are in town.

   For the next two days, between our fishing trips and walks on the beach,
Veronika insists we try numerous times.  She is persistent.  She never
wears panties in the cottage and when she decides it's time she hauls me to
the sofa or sofa bed, takes out my tool coats it with KY Jelly, and tries.
I don't do anything to curtail her enthusiasm.  After each unsuccessful
attempt she puts my cock in her ass and makes me cum or she sucks me dry.
I've had more assisted climaxes in the last couple of days than I've had in
the last four years.  I'm not complaining!  In the evenings, Veronika
models the lingerie she purchased to get me hard, which is really not
necessary; but, she loves to show off.  I love every inch of her young
body.

   Saturday starts with breakfast and another attempt at defeating her
cherry.  The head of my cock slips in fractionally.  My major concern is
that she will be hurt herself if we actually penetrate her hymen.  I keep
telling her that we can wait.  That comment seems to make her more
determined.  What she lacks in experience she more than makes up for with
enthusiasm.  Later in the morning, we go to town to do laundry and I
purchase three more pairs of sheets and wash them.  At the Laundromat I
locate a washer the furthest away from the other clients, as the sexual
scent from the sheets is very evident.  Loading the machines as quickly as
possible, I am sure every eye in the place is on me.  Of course, it's just
my imagination.  Veronika is on another shopping trip; she will be getting
some pads, among other things, just in the event we manage to break her
cherry.  She spends more on clothes and accessories, but I don't begrudge a
penny.  She is one of a kind.  When we are apart, I realize that this will
end in less than two weeks when I've to go back to work.  That revelation
really hurts.

   Back at the Suburban, she asks if we can go for dinner tonight.  I
quickly agree.  Stopping for fuel, we inquire if there are any better
restaurants in the area.  The young female clerk tells me about a
restaurant at one of the lodges west of town.  We pass the turn off on the
way to the cottage.  Reservations are required and, according to her, the
food is great.  She even looked up the telephone number and let me use the
phone.  We've a reservation for seven.

   Veronika is bubbling over with excitement!  She even forgot to try to
break her cherry again when we return to the cottage because she is so
involved with what she is going to wear and her makeup.  Making a small
lunch, I enjoy the view from the deck.  The events of the last few days
fill my mind.  What's my life going to be without Veronika?  The only
redeeming thought that comes to mind is Daja mentioned she wants my home
telephone number.  Hopefully that means I will be able to see my young
lover more in the future.

   The balance of the day goes fast: soon we are getting ready for our trip
to the new restaurant.  In the loft, Veronika's getting ready.  Then I hear
her on the steps.  She's wearing a dress that clings to her young body. 
There's another great difference, she has sprouted breasts.  The effect is
mesmerizing.

   "What did you do, Veronika?  You look devastating."

   "I spent some of your money on a bra, matching thong and breast
enhancers.  I hope you don't mind.  I wanted to appear a bit older and sexy
for you."

   "I don't care what you spent for it has the desired effect."

   Her makeup is flawless.  I silently thank Daja for taking the time to
teach her the skills.  Offering her my arm, we walk to the Suburban.  The
restaurant lives up to the recommendations of the clerk.  The meal is
delicious and well prepared.  We are seated in a private alcove in the
back. We can see the waiters pass back and forth, but nobody can actually
see us.  The candle on the table provides a very romantic atmosphere. 
During the meal, Veronika gets my attention by slowly raising her dress,
showing a lacy thong buried in her luv lips.  My tool rises in
appreciation.

   "Don I feel tonight is the night."

   "Tonight?"

   "Yes!  I feel my cherry will be history before the night is over.  I'm
so positive.  This morning I felt you slip in a bit more.  I know tonight
will be the night."

   Half-heartedly I hope she's right; but, I'm still very concerned about
hurting her.  We finish our meal with dessert and coffee.  Then, a thought
strikes me as being odd: I realize that I haven't had a drink since meeting
Veronika.  She is, apparently, having a good effect on me!

   During our trip home, Veronika snuggles.  My arm is around her and I hug
her close.  She is a wonderful step-granddaughter, if that actually exists.
Her one hand runs up and down my stomach, then caresses my hard on.  My
zipper is lowered and her hand is on my cock.  She then leans over and
engulfs the head.  Her tongue licks the slit, capturing the precum. 
Finally, we pull up to the cottage.  Veronika heads for the loft with me
following.  As she undresses, I pause to watch.  Her bra and thong are
matching and, from the rear, the thin string of her bikini is embedded deep
in the crack of her shapely bum.  She turns and notices me.

   "Don, I hope you like them.  I bought it for you."

   "You look devastating, Veronika!  Let me get ready and join you."

   I quickly undress.  My cock is ready for action.  Veronika has a pair of
plain panties, a pad and the KY Jelly on the night table.  She is ready. 
Now beside her, we are in each other's arms kissing, those lovely,
lipstick-covered lips.  Her scent is so exotic it has been driving me crazy
all night.  Her arms are around my neck and she hugs me tight.  My hand is
cupping her soft bum.  Lowering her to the bed, my kisses move up her legs,
to her thighs and then to her thong covered luv lips.  Her scent provides
more stimuli, making me harder.  Moving the thong to one side, I enjoy and
lick.  She is wiggling.  She lifts her hips, allowing for her thong to be
removed.  With my face buried in her pussy, I bring her to her first climax
of the night.  I reach around her body and undo her bra, gently placing it
on the night table with its enhancers in place.  Enjoying one nipple and
then the other I am then at her face and we kiss .

   "Don, promise me something okay?"

   "Certainly!  Anything you want."

   "When I'm pushing down, I want you to push back."

   "Ok, I'll do what I can."

   After coating us both with jelly, she positions herself above me and
then lowers her body.  Watching, she lines my cock up to her virgin
opening. There's concentration in her face.  She pushes down hard and I
push up slowly.  She is determined that something is going to happen
tonight as she bounces her weight on my shaft.  My cock is in as deep as it
was this morning.  I really don't know what it will take to overcome her
cherry; then, with the next thrust my shaft enters her.  The look on her
face is one of total panic, as my shaft overcomes her barrier and is buried
deep.  Her cherry is no more.

   "Don, that hurts."

   There's tears in her eye.

   "I'm sorry it hurts, Veronika.  It does the first time for all girls
when you lose your cherry.  Don't move for a few minutes and let your body
get used to the feeling of being full."

   She falls forward, my cock still impaled in her young body.  Her sobs
vibrate against my body.  Kissing the top of her head, I try to sooth her
by caressing her back, down to her bum.

   "I wanted this, but didn't figure it would hurt like this!  Does it hurt
all the time?"

   "No, Veronika.  If you try again in the morning it may sting for a few
minutes, but it'll feel different, comfortable.  There's no easy way to
break your hymen.  I'm really sorry."

   "It's not your fault, Don.  I wanted it.  I feel full.  What should I do
next?"

   "You can sit up and try to move your body up and down.  It feels good!
You are so tight!  But I won't do anything, if it hurts."

   She has courage and spunk.  She sits up, still impaled, and starts to
move her body, so gently at first; then, as she realizes the pain is gone,
she speeds up the movements.  For me it is heaven!  My cock feels like it
is in a soft vise.  Her tummy shows the movement with each thrust.  My hope
is she'll be able to cum.  I want to participate, but hold myself in check.
Her face changes from a painful expression to one of pleasure.  She's
breathing heavily.  I'm , but I fight the impulse to ejaculate.  Using a
gob of goo, that is on the base of my cock for lube, I rub her exposed
clit. It's small, but so hard.  Veronika's eyes open as she feels me
rubbing and then she really starts humping in earnest.  Her body contorts
and her tummy muscles start tightening, her climax is near.  She inhales
deep and long, holds it, and then she exhales all at once and falls
forward. I hold her to my chest as strings of cum rush into her.  I feel
totally exhausted with the release.  This climax has no equal.  We lay
joined.  I can feel her every breath as she recovers from a very explosive
climax.  Now, all her doubts and fears are gone as she knows she can accept
all of me.  We just hug.  My shrinking cock slips out of its home. 
Veronika rolls onto her back.  Fortunately, I had a vasectomy years ago;
so, I've no fear of pregnancy.

   "Cross your legs until I get back."

   She complies, without question, with her eyes closed.  In the bathroom,
I clean my tool; everything is covered with a pinkish mixture.  The result
of Veronika's lost cherry and my fountain of sperm.  Dampening two face
clothes, I grab a towel and return to the bed.  Lifting her hips, the towel
slides under her bum; next, her legs spread open providing a view of her
gorgeous, enlarged opening.  The reddish mixture seeps from her swollen
pussy.  Tissues take the most of it, and then I bathe her opening with the
damp, warm facecloths, gently cleaning all the creases of cum and blood. 
Now done, I kiss the bruised luv lips for what they have given me.  After
attaching a pad to her panties, Veronika wiggles to help me put the pad in
place.  Lying down beside her, we cuddle.

   "That was nice, Don.  The pain was terrible at first; but, afterwards it
felt better, then it felt great!  When can we do it again?  I want you on
top, like my aunt and uncle."

   "Well, I think we should wait till morning, okay?"

   "Okay.  I feel exhausted anyway.  I just want to go to sleep now."

   It isn't long before I hear her gentle breathing of a deep sleep. 
Cuddling her body to me, it isn't long before I follow her.  The next
morning when we wake, I'm surprised: It's past eleven.  We've never slept
in!  Veronika runs to the washroom.  I hear the toilet flush and then she
rushes back to bed.  She lies on her back, beside me, with her legs spread.
The panties have disappeared.

   "Well, it's morning Don.  Do me now!"

   Her pussy is still puffy.  The vulva has shrunk, but the signs of last
night's adventure are obvious.  She looks so tempting lying there with her
arms raised to welcome me for our second go.  My tool is inflamed at the
thought of a repeat.  With my weight on my arms, I move into position. 
Veronika guides the head to her welcoming opening.  It slides in much
easier today.  She accepts my length without a whimper.

   "I can feel every ridge of your cock.  This is much better than last
night!"

   We start slowly, stroking in and out, with me fighting the urge to cum,
as long as possible.  My body is so keyed up that I'm ready in seconds;
but, I restrain myself and continue to pump so Veronika will have the
benefit of a strong climax.  Then, her small hips lift to meet me.  She's
close.  Her eyes suddenly open wide and, glowing with passion, she grabs my
neck and climaxes with a loud sigh.  Surge after surge drains from me
again. Lowering my body to touch hers, but keeping my weight on my elbows,
her eyes open as she smiles and lifts her face to kiss me.

   "That was wonderful, Don!  Now I know why my aunt and uncle do this all
the time."

   When we get up we shower together: that is a great feat considering the
size of the shower.  I gently wash her body, with special attention to her
pussy.  After drying, she puts on clean panties and another pad.  She is
still seeping a trace amount of blood.  I make a mental note to suggest
that she get a douche next time we are in town.  If we continue to have
sex, of which there is no doubt, and she goes back to her aunt and uncle's
place, she can't have cum running down her thighs.

   We manage to copulate seven more times before her aunt calls, advising
she is coming over to pick Veronika up.  I've purchased a set of luggage
for Veronika.  With all her new purchases, she needs them.

   "Veronika, I hope you'll come over every day."

   "I will, Don.  I love you!"

   "And I you, Veronika, I don't know what I'll do when the holiday is
over. I'll miss you very much."

   "I'll bug my aunt to let me come and see you in Abbotsville.  Maybe I
can convince her to let me stay over on the weekends, if you want me."

   "You'll always be welcome.  I will even pick you up."

   We talk about what we'll do in Abbotsville: there're so many exciting
things going on there.  But, we still have the balance of my holiday here.
She will be back tomorrow and I'll have fresh sheets waiting for her.

   This is a once in a lifetime vacation.



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