Author: Jack Spratt
Title: A New Life
Summary: Dave Greer is a successful accountant; everything in his
life seems perfect. Then, all hell breaks loose. He loses his job, his
wife and, with the help of her lawyer, she manages to make him a pauper.
He leaves his former hell and starts 'A New Life' hundreds of miles away.
Nadia and Tasha help him along on his road to recovery. Enjoy.
Keywords: M/f/F con

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A New Life

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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.

Date of first publication: Saturday PM, January 17, 2004

Story codes: M/f/F con

Story intro: Dave Greer is a successful accountant; everything in his
life seems perfect. Then, all hell breaks loose. He loses his job, his
wife and, with the help of her lawyer, she manages to make him a pauper.
He leaves his former hell and starts 'A New Life' hundreds of miles away.
Nadia and Tasha help him along on his road to recovery. Enjoy.

A New Life

Another Story By

Jack Spratt

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Special thanks to my proof-reader, George Davis.

Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing.

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Driving past derelict cars, old grocery carts tossed aimlessly, and a
variety of useless junk on the side of the road, the realization comes to
me, every day, why I am living here! It is a daily mental lapse as the
memories flood into my mind. Many of you have heard of the exceptional
stories of rags to riches; in my case, it is in the reverse. Gone is my
three story house with its' large manicured lawn and kidney shaped pool, my
three cars, the summer home on the lake with my favorite Jacuzzi, my bank
accounts, which are all empty; plus, all the items I had accumulated over fifteen
years of hard work. How did I get here, well it's a long story. It was a
case of being very ignorant and in the wrong place all at the wrong time.
Guilt, by association, and my wife's high priced divorce lawyer did me in.

My prior employers' illegal activities were the catalyst. Being
gullible, and accepting things as they seemed, had me pay the ultimate price;
everything I held dear in my life was lost. I thought highly of my
employer; but, unknown to me, I was working for a front of a small drug
cartel. When the place was raided, everyone in the building was arrested,
regardless of knowledge or participation. The area of the company that I
had slaved in for nearly fifteen years was the only clean part of the whole
operation. None of the office staff was even aware that the company was
actually a front for money laundering and one of the largest distributors
of crack cocaine; but, we were arrested none the less, stupidity is no
defense.

My marriage was on the rocks at the time and my wife, and her shark
lawyer, used my embarrassment as a starting point for the divorce. The only
thing they left me was a small pension for an injury I had received while
serving in the Marines. The vagarious team of my wife and her lawyer
graciously left me with that and a tired, seven year old, beat up Chevy. She
and her lawyer couldn't do anything about the pension, but they tried. My
lawyer proved powerless against the female, divorce court judge, who I am
sure was a dyke. After seven months in the criminal courts, I am found
innocent of all charges; but, I am left a pauper with three hundred and ninety
seven dollars in my wallet and a credit card my wife didn't know about.
Leaving the courthouse, I jump into my old Chevy and start driving with
all that I have left in the world: my clothes, a portable TV and my personal
computer. The last thing I remember is my wife saying to use it to find a
new job. With no plan in mind, I just start to drive and ended up on
the West Coast. Over the last three days, I have traveled over 1200 miles;
all just to make sure my past stays far behind me.

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My name is Dave Greer. At forty-nine, my life was great until the shit
hit the fan. I had thought my wife was my partner, my source of light; but,
when the investigation hit, she was at her lawyers suing me for a divorce.
I realize, now, that leaving my past behind is one the best moves I have made in my life.

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Abbotsville is a large town, the main industry is logging. My first
priority is to find a place to live. In a conversation with a female clerk
after fuelling, she suggests a family trailer park that has reasonable rentals.
After giving me directions, she tells to ask for Fred, the owner. With
my limited resources, I can't afford to be choosy. Within an hour I have a new
home; an old, but well maintained, mobile home. It doesn't take long to
unload my worldly possessions. You have heard of the white trash trailer
park? Well, I found it. Complete with old abandoned cars and assorted
junk lying where it had last served any useful purpose. The only good
thing about my situation is that mobile home is very clean; it has been well
maintained and is fully furnished. Everything works. I am looking forward
to a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

My unpacking doesn't take long; everything I own is in four cardboard
boxes and a suitcase. Now, I have the time to take a better look at my new
abode. It is completely equipped with all of the furniture, appliances and
bedding, which is all part of the rental agreement. It seems the prior residents
had a martial split and sold it to the park owner as it stood. Fred, the
owner, had actually tried to sell it to me before saying it was for rent. I
worked out a deal where a portion of my rent would act as a down payment, if
I decided to buy. This is the only way Fred would rent it to me. My next
priority is groceries. Leaving the unit, a couple of residents are walking
by and wave.

"Welcome to Pinewood Acres."

"Thank you. My name is David Greer. Could you tell me where the
closest grocery store is? I need to do some shopping."

"Well, we are the Rogers, this is Mary and I'm Bill. The only store
near the park is Farmer Jack's. Just go out the park entrance, turn left
and it is about 4 miles down on your right."

"Thank you. I will likely see you later."

I take my time in the Chevy, driving slowly out of the park. Moving
along the winding road, I notice a number of people walking about;
families, singles, and many children. There is a group of young girls off
to the left. If body development means maturity, these young ladies are
very mature. Can't help wondering how old they actually are? But, first
things first, the priority is to get groceries.

Farmer Jack's is a large sprawling complex, combining nearly every need
you may have all at one location. Forty-five minutes later, and one hundred and
fifty dollars poorer, I am on my way home. That is a nice word 'home,'
even if it means it's just a trailer park. I feel good for the first time in nearly
eleven months. No more lawyers, accusations, or worries; I am a free man!
Today is the first day of the rest of my new life.

Not only do I not have any family, but my marriage was childless too; I have nobody to worry
about but myself. I am certainly not interested in the happenings of my
ex-wife. Tomorrow, I start looking for a new job. Tonight, I warm up a
can of chili and enjoy a couple of Black Russians, while sitting on my deck.

I look in the local paper and find a listing, offered
by the state employment agency, for an accountant. The employment office is very helpful
making an appointment for me at Green Logging. They are the firm looking
for an accountant. Getting directions, I drive out. Twenty minutes later, I
am an employee of Green Logging. It seems that accountants in this logging
town are a scarce commodity and, after I show them my degree and mentioning
I have fifteen years' experience, I am hired! The interviewer did not ask
why I left my prior employer. I certainly didn't volunteer the
information. My new career starts tomorrow at 7:30.

I have a peaceful night and greet the new day with the hope that good
things are going to be part of my new life. In my feel good mood, I
re-collect my secret little nest egg. It is something I worked to keep out
of my mind as my world caved in around me. I had managed to keep it hidden
from my leach of a wife. Over the past five or six years, I have been
collecting fifty dollar bills and tucking them into a tin box inside my old
beat up tool box I kept in the garage. The original purpose was it was going to be my
rainy day money; actually, I was going to take a trip to Vegas and had
planned on using it for gambling. So, when the shit hit the fan, nobody
knew this little cache of bills existed and, having the foresight, I cut a
piece of cardboard to fit the tin box, and dumped a set of old rusty screw
drivers on top. I have no idea how much is in the tin box and I never did
anything that would draw attention it. Since this mess started, I haven't
even opened it. The ugly tool box and the tin box are part of my
belongings in the trunk, kindly left to me by my wife; she didn't think
anyone would want to buy it, when she auctioned off everything else that wasn't
nailed down. It is just two old metal-boxes with a number of well used
tools in them, nothing of any value, except to me. Tonight, I will find
out just how big my backup fund is.

The first day at work goes well; the company is larger than I had
thought, with many divisions all over the timber area. All of the accounting,
from every facet of the company, flows into this office; no drugs or money
laundering is noted. My new co-workers accept me and, surprisingly, I am not
questioned about my former job. But, I know the questions will come once
they get comfortable with me. The drive home is pleasant and relaxing,
due to the fact that there isn't much traffic in Abbotsville. I look forward to a very lazy
evening.

As I get out of the car I hear.

"Hello, Mister."

Looking at me is a young lady, maybe ten or twelve, shapely dressed in
very short white shorts and a tight red tube top. Everything about her
shows confidence; her dark complexion accents the white clothing.

"Hello to you! I'm David Greer."

"I'm Tasha. I live two trailers down that way."

"Nice to meet you, neighbor. Can I do something for you?"

"No, I was just looking for someone to talk to. My mom won't be home
for hours and I have completed my homework and the chores mom asked me to
do."

"Well, if you like, you can come and sit on my deck and we can talk and
wait for your mom. Her car has to pass us, doesn't it?"

"Of course, dummy. It is the only road in the park."

Watching her move towards me, she is graceful. Her black hair shines
and her appealing scent precedes her. Tasha's long, attractive, coffee
hued legs look good in the designer shorts that hug her well-shaped hips.
The tube top hides nothing, but it certainly shows how well-endowed Tasha
is in the chest department; plus, two very noticeable button nipples.

"Can I get you a drink? I have Coke or root beer? "

"Oh, I don't want to bother you, I have just had my dinner."

"It is not a bother. I'm going to make myself a drink, so please join me
and we can talk."

"Ok, if it is not a bother, a Coke would be nice."

Going into the small kitchen, I make my drink with lots of ice and get a
glass and a can of Coke for Tasha.

"Thank you. That's very nice of you."

"You're welcome. You say your Mom is working. Where? And where does
your Dad work?"'

"My mom sells real-estate, so she works late most nights. My dad does
not live with us."

Now that is a paradox: her mother sells real-estate and, yet she lives here.
She can't be very successful. How am I going to ask that question without
being nosey? Then, Tasha answers it without me asking the question.

"Mom took our mobile home as a down payment on a sale and couldn't sell
it. So, we moved in. We have been here over a year, I like it. It is
quiet, and the neighbors are great. My dad lives in New York. I haven't
seen him in three years. Mom says it is no loss."

"This is a nice place, especially now that I have met my neighbor."

Tasha looks at me, questionably; her large brown bedroom eyes are bright
with hidden wonders. For a young girl, she is having an effect I haven't
felt for years; interest in a female, and a young female at that.

"Do you have any family?"

"No, I just got divorced. We didn't have any children."

"Did you live here in Abbotsville?"

"No, I lived back on the East Coast."

Tasha is twelve going on thirteen, which she emphasized. She is going
to be a teenager next month, August fifteenth, and has just completed grade
six. She is looking forward to returning to school. I know it must be
a female thing as most males don't look forward returning. She wants to be
a nurse or a model. With her attractive shade of light chocolate, and
developing body, she could be successful in either course of endeavor.
Tasha certainly has the looks, and budding body, for a model. She tells me
she is an honor student with an average in the high ninety's; so, smarts
aren't a problem.

Just then, a car stops in front of my trailer.

"That's my mom."

"Tasha, it is time for supper."

"Mom, I want you to meet David Greer. He has rented the Alice's mobile
home from Fred. I had my dinner."

"Hello, Mr. Greer. I am Nadia Raven. I hope Tasha hasn't been
bothering you."

Nadia is the true businesswoman. She is very well groomed; her suit
was obviously tailored for her body and, even at the end of her busy day,
she looks radiant. Her face is very attractive; I fall in love with her
red coated lips. An old friend of mine stirs outwards as I compare mom and
daughter. Just looking at Mrs. Raven, I can see how Tasha will be very
popular, based on her full grown model.

"No, she is good company. She told me you would be along shortly. How
is the real-estate business?"

"Actually, this month is hectic; my days and nights seem to be full.
Sometimes I feel sorry for Tasha. She has to be on her own quite often.
Come on Tasha, you can help me unload the groceries."'

"Bye now."

I watch the car turn into a driveway two trailers down. There is a rush
of activity as they unload the car and then disappear behind the trees. My
mind turns to dinner. I bought a nice sirloin steak and some baking
potatoes; I am going to treat myself. Since it will be the first real meal
in my new abode, I want it to be memorable. When the dishes are done, I
remember my stash of fifties. Now, you may think I was a bit crazy
collecting fifty's. My salary was mid six figures, and that didn't count
bonuses which I received every quarter. In my fifteen blissful years, I
never missed a bonus. I am a very good accountant.

The tin box started its life as a cookie tin. I can't remember its
origin, but I have had it for years. At one point, it had a collection of
event stubs in it. Plays I had attended with my, then loving, wife. Now it
holds my only tangible asset from fifteen years of my prior life: cash. I
dump the contents onto the kitchen table. It is one large pile of bills.
Savoring each bill, and imagining the look on my loving wife's face if she
ever discovers the stash existed, I count and am surprised at the total.
There is an accumulation of twenty-four thousand, seven hundred and fifty
dollars: all in fifty's. Now, I am concerned about having all that cash,
and then I realize I have been dragging that tin box around with me for
the last eleven months in the trunk of the Chevy. Ignorance is bliss.

Putting fifteen hundred aside for new clothes; plus, knowing I will need
a few things for the trailer, I bundled the rest neatly and put it back
in the battered old box with the cardboard and screwdrivers on top; then, I
covered it all with an oily rag. I plan to rent a safety deposit box and
then, slowly, deposit the stash into a bank account, so as not to arouse any
suspicion or interest. The last thing I is to bring attention to
myself because of a large cash deposit.

The next two months go by very fast. Our department is very fast paced to
match the booming lumber business. According to the job scuttlebutt, it
hasn't always been this way. Only two years ago the demand for lumber was
so low there were massive layoffs. Now, however, with the good economy,
the building industry is booming and the demand is at record peak.

I have actually received a surprise letter of commendation, from a vice
president I have never met, for a number of suggestions to improve the
profitability of the department. Most have been accepted and are now part
of the way of business at the Green Logging accounting department. One of the senior
vice-presidents has sent a notice to my manager acknowledging the changes
and has instructed him to take the complete department staff for a very
expensive dinner, spouses included. In his letter, he mentions the funds
to be able to do this are from part of the savings the company now enjoys as a result
of my suggestions. This does a lot to get me accepted by my co-workers.
Apparently, the company has never done anything like this before.

At the home front, I enjoy the greenery of the park. Tasha keeps coming
by and saying hello. We sit and chat while we wait for her mom. It
becomes a regular thing, when her mom works late. Tasha will drop over and
stay till her mom stops to pick her up. School has just started and Tasha
wears a school uniform and certainly looks gorgeous in it. Her pleated skirt
hugs her well-shaped bottom. The white blouse is tight against her ample
breasts. She is a very striking young woman. I keep thinking about her in
my erotic dreams. Tasha appears to like me and is very open in her
conversations. She doesn't have a boyfriend; but, the boys keep asking her out
for dates. Her mom has told her she is still too young. She tells me that the boys
are only interested in one thing when they date girls.

"And, what is that Tasha."

"You know."

"Oh, I think you had better tell me! I haven't been to school in a long
time. So things may have changed."

"Well, sex. You know what I mean."

"Sex? You just turned thirteen."

She seems disappointed in my response. Her eyes seem to cloud, and she
is approaching tears. What have I done? She sobs.

"Don't you think I am beautiful? My body has filled out as much as any
woman. My breasts are nearly as big as my moms."

Well, I know she is well endowed, but I didn't know how much. Now I do.

"Well, Tasha, to be honest, you are a very attractive young lady and if I
were a young man, I would be attempting to date you."

"You aren't that old."

"Oh yes I am, when I get up in the morning, I feel like I am eighty."

Tasha is giggling.

"Well, anyway, I don't think your mom would be too happy to see a forty nine
year old man knocking on your door to pick you up for a date."

"Oh! Would you date me?"

"Now Tasha, I didn't say that; but, if it were possible, I would be proud
to take you out on a date. But, you know that is impossible. Your mom and all
the people would think I was robbing the cradle. Men my age don't date
girls your age."

"You mean you don't want to date me?"

"Tasha, I would love to date you, but people would talk and your mom
would never agree to it. I think it would be nice to take you to a nice
restaurant for dinner."

I am digging myself into a hole and now want to fill it. I should have
kept my mouth shut and stuck to easier topics.

"How is school?"

That is my attempt at trying to change the subject.

"What restaurant?"

"Restaurant?"

"You said you would like to take me to a restaurant for dinner. What
restaurant?"

Me and my big mouth . . . I have really stuck my foot in it this time.

"Well, assuming it was possible, the company is planning to take the
staff and spouses to the Talbot Inn. Since I don't have a spouse, I could
ask you. The meals, I hear, are claimed to be fabulous."

"Oh, David, I would love to go! Some of the girls at school have been
there with their parents. Mom said she would take me, but she never
has the time. She works so hard."

Thankfully, Nadia pulls up and Tasha runs to the car. I watch her from
behind as her skirt flips up showing her so sexy legs; her white socks set
off her perfect coffee complexion. Thankfully, our conversation ended. I
have no idea how deep the hole could have been. It would be nice to take
her out for dinner and a movie, but who would approve of an old man taking
a young teenager out for dinner? I just let it drop.

A couple of days later, Tasha comes bounding up to the porch.

"Mom said I could."

"Could what?"

"Go out to dinner with you at the Talbot Inn. She said she checked
around with some of the people at Green Lumber and you are well liked there.
So, she said it would be okay to go, if you did ask me. So, when can we go?"

Oh shit! What did my big mouth get me into now? I am on thin ice.

"Your mom said you could go out for dinner with me?"

"Yep! You can ask her when she picks me up."

Now what am I going to do? I can imagine me going to the Talbot Inn for
our company dinner with Tasha at my side. My co-workers will have a field
day. How will I explain Tasha to them?

"Nadia, Tasha mentioned something about going out for dinner."

Nadia has a mischievous smile on her face.

"You mentioned to Tasha that you would like to take her to dinner at the
Talbot Inn."

"Well, in so many words I did, we were talking about her dating and I
mentioned if I was a young man, as in thirteen to fifteen, I would
certainly be asking her for a date. I thought we were talking
theoretically."

For some reason, she finds this funny and she starts to laugh. I
personally don't see any humor in the situation.

"Tasha did not take it that way. She has been talking my arm off for
the last two days trying to convince me to allow her to go on a date with
you; so, I did some checking about you. You have a lot of good friends at
Green Logging. They couldn't say enough nice things about you, especially
since you are responsible for getting the company to spring for that
dinner. They are all looking forward to it. Everyone I talked to give you
the thumbs up and said they wouldn't mind if you robbed the cradle for a
date, as long as the dinner goes on."

"He isn't robbing the cradle; mom; you and I are nearly the same size."

"So, if you do ask her to your special dinner, Tasha has my permission to
accept."

"See David, I told you so!"

With that comment, the two of them head home. I am toast! I am also painted into
the proverbial corner.

The next day at work I find out who Nadia's friends are. Nearly all the
office staff has used Mrs. Raven as their real-estate agent.

"So, who are you taking to dinner at the Talbot Inn, David?"

"I got to admit, Tasha Raven is a very good looking young lady. But,
don't you think she is a little young for you?"

The whole department is aware of the situation concerning Tasha.
Everybody enjoys sticking the needle in me today. Fortunately, it is all
in fun. So, I certainly don't have to worry about how people will react if
I did ask Tasha for an innocent dinner. On the other hand, is it innocent? The company
sponsored dinner is this weekend. I will have to ask Tasha tonight to give
her time to decide to accept and arrange with her mom what she will wear.
Since I am already labeled a cradle robber, I might as well enjoy it.

During my lunch, I drop off my suit at the local cleaners. It has been
hanging in the closest since I arrived; the work atmosphere at Green
Logging is casual. It has been a while since I have had anything
resembling a date. Now, I really feel stupid just thinking about it. What
if she decides to turn me down? When I arrive back at work, a number of
hand drawn pictures of an older man with a baby bottle grace my desk. One
of the staff, who has children, donated a children's car seat; it is sitting
on my desk. For the balance of the afternoon, I get digs from everyone.
Finally, the office manager reminds the staff why the company is footing
the bill for the dinner and they should show some sign of respect for the
idea man. Slowly, many come forward and apologize with great grandiose, to
which I remind each one it won't get them off the hook and payback is a
bitch.

Tasha is waiting for me as usual, still dressed in her school uniform,
a short pleated skirt and blouse. She is smiling. When I
look at her today, I see a physically full grown woman and wonder what it
would be like to have this beautiful young teenager in bed for the night.
An urge, that has been lost for nearly a year, makes its interest known.
Sex is not a priority while sitting in court; especially with your future on the line.
I have been out of the dating scene for years and really don't know how to
interrupt the signs Tasha has been giving me since we met; or, even if they
are signs. Do teenagers give signs? My hard-on is the only sign I have and
its meaning is very clear.

"Hi David, how did your day go?"

"Well, I found out your mom has a lot of friends at Green Logging."

"She has been selling real-estate for many years. She knows a lot of
people."

"Since your mom has given her blessing, I had better make this formal.
Miss Raven, would you accompany me to a special dinner at the Talbot Inn
this Saturday evening?"

"Of course, Mr. Greer, it will be my pleasure. What time should I
expect you?"

"Dinner is at seven, would six be convenient?"

"Yes, six is fine."

She surprises me when she comes to me. Her arms encircle my neck and she
pulls my face to hers, kissing me with her full luscious lips. Her soft
body, pushing against me, locates my hardon and purposely rotates against it.
My hands run down her back and slip under her skirt to her ample, panty
covered bum cheeks, pulling her against my cock. My face is buried in her
hair inhaling her shampoo and just a trace of very appealing scent. The
heat of her bare skin penetrates my hands. Then, the light in my mind
clicks on: I am molesting a barely teenage girl. I release her and softly
push her away from me. Tasha looks at me in surprise.

"I am sorry Tasha, I forgot my manners. I shouldn't have touched you
like that."

"Like what? I like the way you touched me. It feels good hugging you
that close."

Her eyes are on my obvious hard-on, which is embarrassingly tenting my slacks. Her
actions, and demeanor, suggests she has some knowledge of the workings of a
male penis. Slowly backing up and trying to distance myself from
temptation, Tasha seems to run towards me, encircling my neck; she starts
the rotation on my shaft again. It really is a welcome feeling. Looking
up and down the street, there is no one witnessing our love-in. Grabbing
her bum cheeks, my finger runs in the deep crack separating them and finds
a smooth, panty covered, small rimmed opening; putting pressure at this point
brings a moan from Tasha. Again, the light of caution comes on and I pull
away.

"Tasha, we can't do this. What would people think?"

"Can't we go inside? Mom won't be home for another hour."

The intelligent thing would be to say no and suggest that Tasha goes home. Me? I
need a cold shower. I haven't been this excited for years. I can't
believe how much lust Tasha has generated in me. She is a very well
developed teenager, desirable and somewhat willing; but, still a young teen.
What I don't need is another brush with the law.

So much for my puritan thoughts! Tasha has my hand and pulls me towards
the front door. Once inside, she is in my arms and really rubbing her body
against my hard on. My hand finds her ass crack again, this time moving
the thin strip of cloth from her tight smooth asshole. With very little
effort, my finger is embedded to the first knuckle. Her anal muscles
tighten on the intruder. I am playing with fire and, if I keep this up, I
will get burnt.

"Tasha. Please. We can't do this. You have no idea how much trouble I
would be in if anyone sees this."

Struggling to free myself of her grip, we face each other, panting with
excitement. Tasha's eyes are full of fire as she looks at me. It is only
my willpower that holds me in check; she has no idea how close she came to
losing her panties. I can only imagine how good her chocolate pussy
tastes.

"You are the first man to kiss me like that. I like it."

"You are very nice to kiss, Tasha; but, that doesn't make it right."

"Do you like putting your finger in my bum?"

What I want to tell her is my cock should be deep in her bottom right
now, my engorged member is hurting; but, I keep my cool and just nod yes.

"I never thought of anyone playing with my bum hole; but, it did feel
good, especially when you moved your finger back and forth. I bet you want
to put that in my bum hole as well. Some of the girls at school do it with
their boyfriends."

Tasha's eyes are focused on the substantial tent at my crotch. This is
not helping me. I would love to see her undress, and then bury my cock in
her tight virgin asshole. I can't believe I am actually thinking like
this. Young teenage girls have never been in my realm of sexual interests.
However, looking at the topic of my recent dreams, Tasha's presence has
changed all that. Not knowing what to say next, the sound of Tasha's mom's
car brings our foreplay to an abrupt end. Tasha re-arranges her clothes,
smiles and leaves. I watch her short skirt swaying as she walks. The
small taste of the wonders it is concealing has me trembling.

It takes a good twenty minutes of heavy breathing, then a hand job that
produces the largest volume of sperm imaginable and a very cold shower, to
bring my hormones under control. I am in an uproar all because of a
loving, beautiful, very appealing and sexy teenage girl.

The teasing at work didn't stop; I am the brunt of endless comments and
jokes. Telling every one of them I am taking notes and sometime in the
near future each will pay in kind. Thankfully, the dinner is tomorrow. A
call to Mrs. Raven gets the color of Tasha's dress; I plan to surprise her
with a corsage. Picking up my suit, and then ordering the flowers, I head home.

Tasha is not waiting for me as usual. This is out of character for her.
Looking towards her trailer, she is not in sight. Concerned that something
may be amiss, I telephone, only to get the answering machine. Hearing the
door close behind me has me look up, it is Tasha, but she has changed from
her school uniform and is now wearing white terry cloth hipsters and a white
crop top. The vast amount of bare brown skin seems to shimmer. Her long
shapely legs are well muscled. Being inside with this temptation is not
good.

"Hi, Tasha! I was concerned when you weren't waiting for me."

"I spilt Coke on my skirt."

Her hipsters leave nothing to the imagination. Her pubes are outlined
in the soft material. I can't see any panty lines at all. Her nipples are
the size of grapes, embossed in her top. My desire for this teenager is
heightened; I have to do something to lessen the possibilities of problems.
Trying to maneuver myself to the door, figuring the deck would be a safer
place to chat, Tasha blocks me. Her smile reminds me of a cat about to
pounce on its' prey.

"It is a nice day, Tasha; we should be outside enjoying the weather."

"It is nicer in here."

She moves towards me as I am backing up. Hitting the wall, Tasha is on
me, her arms around my neck, her soft body squirming against me. Trying to
protest, her mouth covers mine in a passionate kiss. My hands are on her
bare back caressing downwards. The stretch material of her hipsters allows
my hands to easily slip into them. My suspicions are correct, she isn't
wearing panties. As if by magic, my finger finds her willing asshole again
and slips in. Tasha moans and continues to move against me. As a result
of the jostling, her hipsters slide down her hips. My finger is completely
lost in her asshole, my other hand massaging her soft bum cheek. The
realization that her hipsters are lowered doesn't help my willpower. The
urge to look is so strong. Tasha knows she is bare and her pussy is
exposed, she moves back, the smile still on her face. What I didn't
realize is her crop top worked its way upwards, exposing her sumptuous
breasts and luscious nipples. My eyes are glued to her massive, dark brown
areolas; they have to be two inches in circumference, topped with large,
suckable nipples. Down from them is a soft flat tummy, a large deep belly
button and a thin matt of tight brown curly hair. I can just see the top
of her love lips. Dumbfounded, I watch Tasha lowering her hipsters and,
then, remove them, tossing them towards my face, catching them against my
nose; her scent nearly does me in. It is mild and intoxicating. Still
spellbound at what has just happened, Tasha moves to the sofa and sits, her
legs slightly spread. Now I can see more of her, her luv lips are thick
and puffy in a rich chocolate color similar to her areolas. Her pinkish
minor labia protrude from her love lips like a rose blossom. Finally, my
motor skills trip in. I can move.

"Tasha, get dressed before something happens that I regret."

Tasha spreads her legs further apart exposing a tasty pussy, glistening
with moisture. Absent mindedly I am rubbing the damp crotch of her
hipsters between my fingers, my brain registering it as the source of the
fantastic odor I enjoyed. My eyes target the real source, causing me to
lick my lips. Animal instincts take over and I am between Tasha's legs, my
face buried in her open pussy. Lick after lick gives me a taste of pure
sex. My finger finds her asshole and is buried. The concept of time
disappears as her juice flows down my throat. Tasha is continually
climaxing, the trembling of her body is registering in my semi-conscience
mind. Between her taste and scent, it is pure ecstasy. Tasha pulls my
hair to get my attention.

"David, I have to go, mom just drove past."

Totally shaken, it takes my mind a few seconds to accept what has
happened. Watching, Tasha pulls on her hipsters, and then adjust her crop
top, she comes to me, kisses me on my nose and then leaves me with my
guilty conscience. I have just molested a very delectable teenager; the
fact that Tasha instigated it is no excuse for my conduct. What happens if
her mom finds out?

Later, I have dinner with very little gusto, as my stomach feels wheezy.
How can I face Tasha tomorrow? Our dinner date is tomorrow at six! Should
I fake sickness and try to call it off? After a cold shower to remove the
cobwebs, I pour myself a double Black Russian and go to the deck and sip,
mulling over my terrible conduct with Tasha.

"Good evening, David, may I join you?"

It is Nadia; she looks different without her business attire. Her very
brief jean shorts show where Tasha got her legs from. The movement of her
breasts under her T-shirt indicates they are unencumbered by a bra. Is she
here about Tasha?

"Certainly, can I offer you a drink? I am having a Black Russian."

"Please, with lots of ice."

When I return, she is sitting across from me. In the half light, her
silhouette reminds me of a mature version of her daughter. She accepts the
drink and sips.

"Tasha is really excited about tomorrow. She came home in a sweat. Why
she was out jogging in this heat is beyond me."

"Maybe it is to keep in shape; mind you, she certainly doesn't look out
of shape."

"She is involved in a number of after school endeavors, I am proud of
her."

"You have reason to be."

"I was wondering about tomorrow night. I guess I really put you on the
spot. Carla from Green Logging told me about the hazing you received from
your co-workers."

"It was nothing really, I took notes for payback."

"You realize this will be Tasha's first date. That is a big thing in a
girl's life."

My mind is on my big thing, as I look at Nadia. Would she taste as good
as her daughter?

"I will try to make it very memorable."

"We talked at dinner and she is all excited about where you two will be
going after dinner."

This is a new wrinkle; at no time did I ever mention anything but the
dinner; after all, Tasha is a very young teenager.

"What would you suggest?"

"I have been thinking about that: On my first date, my boyfriend took me
parking and we necked."

I am getting awfully hot, and it isn't because of the warm weather. What
is Nadia suggesting? She surprises me by moving beside me. The scent of
her shampoo is prevalent. This close, her nipples are prominent on her
T-shirt. They are twice the size of Tasha's.

"Are you suggesting I take your daughter parking? Don't you think I am
a little old for your daughter?"

"Yes, I do, but she doesn't."

"I hadn't thought of anything like that."

"I think you are not telling the truth. Tasha is a very beautiful girl, very
mature, and has a body that doesn't suggest her age. We share some of the
same cloths."

Not bras is my first thought. Nadia moves a bit closer to me. Her full
lips coated with lip-gloss, look so appealing. I move over, Nadia follows
me. Like her daughter, the smile on her face tells me she has full
confidence in herself. Does she want to be kissed? Putting my life in the
hands of fate, I lean over and kiss her. Her lip-gloss tastes like
strawberries. She looks at me, then leans over and kisses me back with a
little more gusto. Her tongue enters my mouth and plays wiggle-waggle with
my tongue. We break and I am breathing hard.

"Maybe we should go inside. Don't you think so, Dave?"

First, her daughter gets me excited to the point I am in pain and needing
relief, now Nadia is contributing. Maybe she is as excited as I am. Nadia
follows me inside; I stop and she looks at me with that smile.

"Where is your bedroom?"

I point and she grabs my hand, leading me to my own bedroom. Nadia
surprises me by turning on the table lamp. Mind you, I want to see what is
going to happen next also. She is in my arms kissing, using the same
technique as her daughter, rotating her body against my hard-on. Hugging,
my hands are up and down her back, lifting her T-shirt. She pushes me to
my bed, and then slowly removes the T-shirt herself. For a woman who's only
connection to me is her daughter, whom I ravished this afternoon, Nadia's
actions are a complete, but welcome, surprise. Her nipples are the largest
I have ever seen; her areolas are the size of saucers. Her body shading is
similar to her daughters, beautiful.

"Dave, please don't think too badly of me. It is not that I don't have
offers from men; the problem is they are all married and mostly my clients.
You're new to Abbotsville and with no connections to anyone. Like most women,
at times, I do need male companionship. I hope you don't think me too
wanton."

"Hell, no! I feel humbled that you would even consider me. You don't
know anything about me."

"Oh, I know more then you realize. I know what happened in the east and
how you got screwed by your ex and her high priced lawyer."

The surprised look on my face tells her I am completely caught off guard
with that revelation.

"My sister lives in your former city; she works for the newspapers as a
court reporter."

Hell, it is a small world! All my efforts to dissociate myself of my
past, has gone for naught. It feels like someone just kicked me in the
balls. My proud hard-on has turned to a soft noodle. How long will it be
before everyone in Abbotsville knows about my past? Shit like that travels
like wild fire.

"Please, Dave, no one else knows and will never know from me, regardless
of what happens between you and I. I didn't want anything to happen under
any misconceptions. I read all about the trial on the newspaper web pages,
you took a helluva beating."

"That I did. I don't know what to say."

"There is nothing to say."

With my head in her hands, she guides my mouth to a nipple. Her massive
breasts are so soft; my face is buried in her warm flesh. Her nipples are
so firm and suckable. This is a soothing situation; Nadia's nipples are just
what the doctor ordered. Soon, I really feel stupid: Nadia is cradling my face
to her breasts and is humming and rocking back and forth, as she would to quiet
a baby, a very big baby. Following her soft tummy downwards, my tongue
finds her large deep belly button. With my tongue deep, her body shivers
as I explore its depths.

"Dave, this is the first time I have experienced shivers like this.
That feels different, but exciting."

"You have tasty nipples and an interesting belly button. What else
might I discover?"

We disengage from each other. Nadia stands and makes a production out
of removing her shorts, exposing a mauve thong. There is one helluva a
large bulge at her crotch. Is it hair, or massive love lips, or maybe
both? Strands of black curly hair peeking out show promise of a full matt.
She turns slowly, giving me an appreciative look at all her ample charms. A
very narrow strip of cloth runs from the front of her panties to the
waistband. Her asshole is large; the wrinkled rim is exposed on both sides
of the thong. My cock is showing its appreciation.

"Now, it is your turn."

In record time, my clothes are in a pile. Standing in front of her with
my six and a half inches waving, I savor Nadia's body. Again she smiles at
me. She has the power.

"If you like, you can remove my panties."

If I like? Who is she kidding? Like a kid in a candy store, I am on my
knees in front of her, hands shaking as I grasp the waistband and pull
down. Her musky scent hits me, my face inches from the source. Not only
does Nadia have a fantastic thick matt of dark curly hair, her minor labium
has to be two inches in length, hanging from her massive love lips. No
wonder there is a bulge in her panties. Moisture glistens from her love
lips and labium. As my face hits her matt, there is another discovery:
There is a very large hard protrusion at the top of her slit. Parting the
hair uncovers her beautiful pink clitoris, over an inch long and as thick
as my thumb. I can't believe no one has been enjoying Nadia's charms. She
grabs my ears and slowly moves me so I am facing the bed. She sits on the
edge and moves her bum back about six inches, then lays back lifting and
spreading her legs. Her pussy opens and exposes the soft pink interior,
her puffy love lips and her labium that seemed to dangle in front of my
face. My first target is her clit; on contact, her body stiffens. Nadia's
taste is a bit headier than her daughter's. After her first climax, my
tongue acts as a sponge lapping her substantial flow of pussy juice.
Mouthing her labium sends shivers through her body. After bringing her to
at least five climaxes, I move back to enjoy the view. Nadia's asshole is
the proverbial rosebud, large enough to accommodate a sizeable cock with
no difficulty. When my tongue slides over her anal opening she moans and
attempts to spread her legs more, allowing me easier access to her asshole.
First Tasha and now her mom: How fortunate can a man be?

"Dave, you have found my soft spot."

"Your asshole?"

"Yes, my first boyfriend taught me to enjoy it; he took my anal cherry
on our third date. After that, when I became serious with a boy, I only
offered my asshole. I kept my cherry for nearly three years before Frank
talked me out of it."

"Frank, was he your husband?"

"Yes, and he was a weasel. He was full of love until he got me pregnant
then he started to fool around. The divorce was very messy. He didn't
like losing. He is paying a hefty monthly support for Tasha. My
settlement nearly killed him."

"I know that feeling."

"Well, that is both of our pasts; come lay beside me. I love sucking a
white licorice stick."

Nadia knows how to suck. She has the ability to take me right to the
brink and then stop. With my cock deep in her throat, her hands massage my
balls just to the point that everything is aching to explode.

"Dave, I would love to finish this blow job; but, it has been too long
since I had a cock in me. Please fuck me."

On top of Nadia, my cock buried deep in her receptive cunt, it feels
like coming home. Her body is so comfortable. One of the many things I
enjoy about Nadia is she is vocal. My efforts bring a steady stream of
load moans. I know I am doing something right.

"Oh Dave, I am close, really close. Shit! I there, cum with me."

As she arches her body, all hell breaks loose. My hot gooey cum floods
her pussy. After three or four sizable surges, there is a multitude of
minor ejaculations. The landing is so soft lying on Nadia's body. When I
try to shift my weight from her, she puts a bear hug on me.

"I like the feel of a man on top of me, especially one as warm as you
are."

We lay in that position for nearly twenty minutes. My cock has long
slipped out of its new home. I haven't felt this good since long before
the trials. It was an affair with a young steno; she was eighteen and
loved to fuck. I didn't want to drag her into the messy divorce and broke
it off. She was good for me.

"Well, we both have a lot to do tomorrow. I feel better now about your
date with my daughter."

I wanted to ask her about that statement, but kept my mouth shut.
Watching her dress revived my soldier. Gobs of cum are running down her
legs, what a contrast of creamy white against her flawless chocolate skin.
She is beautiful. Nadia notices my growth.

"I wish I could stay longer because I do want to give you that blowjob. Will
you take a rain check?"

"Any time you want, just come on over."

After Nadia leaves, I shower. I still can't believe it happened.

In the morning, Tasha comes over just after breakfast. Even after
enjoying her mom, I think Tasha looks fantastic. Her face is full of exuberance, and her
breasts are jiggling as she comes bounding up to me.

"I am so excited. I could hardly sleep last night. Mom went for a walk
late last night. When she came home, she was humming. I don't know what
happened, but I haven't seen her that happy in a long time. She spent
forever in the tub soaking."

Nadia enjoyed our time together as much as I did. That is promising for
the future. Looking at Tasha has me experiencing thoughts that should stay
hidden. Knowing the wonders between her long legs has me nervous, and the
fact she enjoys being eaten like her mom doesn't help.

"I am looking forward to the dinner. This will be the first time I have
had the benefit of a beautiful woman as my guest in a very long time."

"Oh, Dave, I know it will be great. Mom says the Talbot has one of the
best dining rooms in Abbotsville. I can't wait. Mom is going to let me
wear one of her dresses; I know you will like it."

What I like is Tasha undressed and enjoying her soft tasty teenage
pussy. We chat for nearly an hour before she leaves. During that time I
was tossing out brain waves telling her to go into the living room. Once
having tasted her pussy, I want more. It is a crazy feeling, especially considering
what her mom and I went through last night.

After Tasha leaves, I go into town and have the car washed and vacuumed.
It does make a difference. A quick trip to the florist for the corsage for her,
small red roses, and a boutonniere for me, a red carnation. I return home about
four.

Pulling into my lot, Nadia surprises me with a short visit. She looks
ravishing, her complexion is outstanding. Her luscious lips are begging
for kisses. Her scent hits me.

"I wanted to thank you for last night. I never have felt so fulfilled
sexually. You have a very educated tongue."

"Well, you were good for me too. After what I have been through, our
time together was perfect. You made me remember what good sex is all
about."

"Tasha is on cloud nine. Wait till you see her in the dress. Wow! She
could pass for eighteen. I hope you have a fun night."

"I know we will."

Nadia comes over and gives me a kiss, and a bit of tongue. If it wasn't
for the dinner tonight I would have tried to maneuver her into my bedroom.
My cock is ready for a second round. She notices my tent, gives me a pat
and leaves.

"Be good to Tasha tonight. She is expecting the night of her young life.
Don't keep her out past one o'clock."

"One o'clock! Are you kidding?"

"No, she is expecting something more than the dinner. She wants to go
parking."

Nadia leaves me in a very perplexed state of mind. A forty-nine year
old parking with a thirteen year old teenager, it's not that she wouldn't
be a perfect partner; but, can you imagine the look on any officer's face if
he checked the vehicle?

Maybe it will not be an issue and Tasha will be satisfied with the
dinner. At five-forty-five, and with corsage in hand, I knock. Nadia opens
the door.

"Hello, handsome. I should have suggested you take me out for dinner.
Tasha has been preening for nearly two hours. I can't believe how she
looks in my dress. I think it looks better on her than it does on me."

"Hi, Dave, I am ready."

Turning, I am impressed by a vision. Her makeup is flawless, just
enough to enhance her natural beauty. Her pouty lips are coated in a deep
red. Who wants to go to dinner? My instincts tell me that we should be
going to bed. Her dark brown hair is styled with two white combs. Tasha
is wearing a chic black dress with white accents; it looks like it was
made for her promising body, as there isn't a wrinkle. The hem is just
above her knees, her white nylons clinging to her legs. The black three
inch heels set off the picture.

"Dave, close your mouth and give the corsage to Tasha."

Embarrassed, I hand her the container.

"Wow, mom, Dave brought me a corsage! Thank you Dave, I love roses."

Nadia helps by pinning the corsage in the correct area on the dress.
Then from nowhere, Nadia has a camera and takes a number of pictures, many
of Tasha, but two with me.

"Tasha, you look fantastic! Roses are your flower, don't you think
Dave?"

Still trying to accept the changes in Tasha, the dress, her hair and her
makeup, she could easily pass for eighteen. Surprisingly, she maneuvers
very well in high heels. She offers me her arm.

"Shall we?"

"Of course."

"You two have a good time. You two will be the best looking couple at
the dinner."

Opening the car door for her, as she climbs in, she gives me a good look
at her long legs. She is wearing stay-up stockings, not nylons. I get a
quick look at a band of beautiful brown skin above the lace stocking top.
The size of my hard-on is embarrassing. Tasha notices.

"I can't believe this is happening, Dave. I feel so grown-up."

"Tasha, you look very grown-up. I am proud to be your escort."

The Talbot Inn is on the main street, a very impressive building. I
have driven past it, but this will be my first visit. The parking lot
appears full. Pulling up to the front entrance, Tasha slides out of the
car.

"Please step inside the door and wait for me in the lobby while I park."

It doesn't look promising, the spaces are full, then a set of tail
lights indicating someone is about to back up and freeing a space.
Graciously, I wave him out and park. Tasha is engrossed in the artwork in
the lobby.

"I was lucky! Someone just pulled out; otherwise, I would still be driving
around."

"Look at all the pictures, Dave; they are of Abbotsville years ago."

As we enjoy the display, a number of my compatriots pass, many do a
double take of Tasha. Smiling at their surprise, I am sure they expected a
young girl in a child's dress, not a girl/woman in this evening dress.

Green Logging is assigned a number of tables so that my compatriots are
within talking distance of each other. Another redeeming feature of the
tables location is the free bar for the staff. A number have already taken
advantage of it. The office manager notices me and waves us to the two
remaining seats at his table.

"You are the guest of honor, Dave; it was your suggestions that are
providing savings to the company. On behalf of all the staff attending, we
thank you."

This is exactly what I didn't want, to be centered out from the rest of
my compatriots. As my eyes pan the area, I receive a number of nods of
acknowledgement. The evening is actually pleasant. The manager gave a
speech acknowledging me and requested I stand with my guest to be honored.
It is embarrassing, but Tasha obviously enjoys the attention. Finally, the
servers come out in droves. The meal is superb. The service is
exceptional. During the evening, I stick to ice water and a coffee after
the meal. I may need a clear mind before the night is over.

It is nearly ten when the dinner comes to its official end. The mood of
the participants is jovial. The common theme is the company should arrange
more dinners such as this on a regular basis. As Tasha and I work our way
to the front door, a number of my compatriots thank me for the evening. My
goal is to get to the parking lot and away from the spotlight. Monday will
give them plenty of opportunity to voice their views. Tasha's poise
certainly took the wind out of many of my antagonizing co-worker's comments about
robbing the cradle. Even at the end of the dinner, she remains elegant and
so confident. I couldn't help but smile, thinking of the majority of my
male associates ogling her beauty, teenager or not. Even the office
manager had a difficult time to keep from staring during dinner.

There is a flood of bodies out the main door; the cool evening air is so
welcome. There is a full moon, giving everything a very eerie glow.
Guiding Tasha to the car, our hips bump together, creating a little game to
see who could make the other go out of step. Being a gentleman, I open the
door for her. She stops in front of me, looks me in the eye, then leans
over and kisses me. My knees nearly gave in. Her lip gloss has a
strawberry taste reminding me of her mother last night. That initial lip
contact has a thick lead in my pencil.

Leaving the parking lot results in a number of hails of good night from
the others who are still milling about trying to find their cars; finally, we are on
the road.

"That was wonderful Dave. Did you see all the other women and how they
were dressed? I wish I looked like them."

"Tasha, if you only knew how many women at the dinner would die to have
the body you have been blessed with. I am sure every man there was envious
of me as well, having such a good looking young lady as my date."

What I was really thinking was I am sure every man there was envisioning
you in bed. My thoughts are making me feel guilty. With windows open, the
cool evening air feels good. Driving towards the trailer park, Tasha looks
at me questionably.

"Where are we going Dave? Not home, at least not yet. It is still
early. I want to go parking."

"Really Tasha? If I was fourteen or fifteen it would be a super idea;
besides, where could we ever park where no one would notice us?"

"I know a place."

I was afraid she would say something like that. I really don't trust
myself with Tasha. Willpower is only so good. I know what charms Tasha
has and I sub-consciously want to enjoy every one of them. Tasha's
luscious pussy would be an enjoyable after dinner aperitif. Why am I
thinking like this?

"There can't be any place private enough in Abbotsville. What if we are
checked by the police? Would you come and visit me in jail?"

"Don't be silly. I know just the place. Mom has a home listed on
Beal Street, the sellers have already moved. There is a very large grove
of trees in the back yard, we can park there and no one will bother us.
You can't see anything from the street."

Figuring I will be able to come up with some excuse as to why we can't
park there, Tasha gives me the directions. The street contains what I
would call estates, large rambling holdings with large lots. Approaching
the listed house, I have a secret sigh of relief when I see the entrance is
gated and locked.

"Stop in front of the gate."

As soon as the car comes to a stop, Tasha is out and fiddling with the
lock and, in seconds, the gates swing open and she is waving me through. Once
past, I watch as she closes and locks them. Back in the car, she is
smiling triumphantly.

"Drive around the back."

The trees are large; their leafy boughs make a very effective hideaway.
Killing the lights, and the motor, I have a very eerie feeling. A little
voice in the back of my head tells me I should have shown some intestinal
fortitude and driven back to the trailer park. Tasha's arms encircle my
neck and she pulls me to her side of the car, our lips attach. With one
hand, I balance myself; the other massages her breast and nipple. Tasha is
panting.

"Let's get into the backseat, Dave."

With my mind screaming 'NO', we are, instead, quickly in the very large back
seat. Tasha has lowered the zipper on her dress and the freed material
falls forward, exposing her lacy bra. The moonlight seems to reflect off
her body. My imagination does the rest. My face is between her breasts,
rubbing against each mound. Tasha fingers fiddle with a hook and the bra
parts, giving me access to bare soft skin. Sucking her nipples brings my
will power to that of a jelly fish: none. Her scent is awesome; her belly
button welcomes my tongue with a vocal sigh. Tasha breaks from me; I can
see movement, but not clear enough to see exactly what she is doing. Then,
I feel something very soft and moist on my face. It is her panties. That
is when I lose it. Tasha can do whatever she wants, my self-discipline
isn't. Her hands are at my fly, and soon my proud hard-on is protruding,
as her soft, warm hand caresses me. She pushes me back into the seat, and
then straddles me. Her moist pussy feels so good rubbing the length of my
shaft. Tasha struggles to remove my jacket, tie and shirt, she gets as far
as my jacket and tie off and my shirt unbuttoned. Finally my pants and
briefs are at my ankles. Tasha rolls her dress around her hips. .Now we
kiss, her breasts are pushing against bare skin. At this point I couldn't
care if the town of Abbotsville caught us. I am so committed to enjoying
my time with Tasha. My index finger soon finds her asshole and is buried.
Anal is so interesting.

Tasha is moving her body in such a way that my finger acts as an
artificial penis, moving in and out of her tight asshole. Going through my
mind is the wish it was my aching cock. She feels me lifting my body
upwards and attempts to direct it to her asshole, removing my finger; my
mind is anticipating the feeling of my shaft slowly disappearing into the
depths of Tasha's tight virgin asshole. It doesn't happen. My bulbous
head does touch dampness, but it is her virgin teenage pussy. In my daze,
and realizing her mistake, I attempt to move my body. Too late, Tasha
slams downward using the weight of her body. A virgin no more, my shaft is
totally immersed in her young body. Tasha's body freezes when it registers
she has my engorged cock deep in her. There is not time for second
thoughts now.

"That hurt, Dave."

"I am sorry, but I never thought you would do that. I thought you were
aiming it at your asshole."

"I thought about it; but, then I figured 'what the hell?' I have wanted
to feel this for a year, ever since a couple of girls at school have been
talking about it."

"So, now what do you think?"

"It is no big thing. The hurting is starting to go away. Is this all
there is to it?"

Feeling her body relaxing and accepting the intruder, my hips lift up
from the seat and start a slow pumping action. The way we are seated it is
very awkward for me. The goal is to make Tasha feel good and enjoy getting
fucked. She must be bleeding as I can feel moisture flowing down my balls
onto the seat. Hell, this is going to be a mess to clean. The last thing
I was prepared for is this. I wonder if Nadia had anything to do with the
order of the events. As my head clears, the sequence of events leading to
breaking Tasha's cherry could have been orchestrated.

The moist heat on my cock takes over my functions again. It is getting
to feel better as the pressure on my cock to ejaculate increases. Tasha
seems to be in the swing of things, grunting with pleasure each time my
cock is maxed in her pussy. As I close in on the point of no return, Tasha
stiffens and then exhausts a large volume of air as she climaxes. Using
that as my signal, my hot cum shoots straight upwards into her vaginal
cavity. Strings of cum rush upwards fighting to reach their goal or die.
Later, I learn they all died, fortunately.

With Tasha collapsed against me, it doesn't take long for my shaft to
slide out of her moist pussy. Using tissues, I attempt damage control.
Gobs of cum mixed with her large volume of fresh virgin blood seep out of
her in a steady flow.

"We have to get you home Tasha, you need a bath to help get rid of the
mess. We will have to stop and get some pussy pads on the way home."

"Pussy pads?"

"Yes, sanitary pads to keep the mess from getting all over your clothes.
So far the only victim in the mess department is my balls and the car seat.
Here, use a wade of tissues to make sure nothing gets on your dress. You
mom will kill me is she finds out."

You can imagine how stupid I look, standing beside the car dressed only
in my white dress shirt and painstakingly cleaning off cum, blood and pussy
juice off my hairy balls and shaft. I have a very large pile of used
tissues behind the driver seat. Tasha is still in the back, her dress
rolled up above her hips, a large ball of tissue held between her legs.
Once dressed, we leave our retreat and head home. The gate locked behind
us. At the drug store, I check my clothing before going in. There doesn't
appear to be any evidence of our frolic. Purchasing a box of pads and a
large box of baby wipes I return to the car. Tasha has that smile on her
face, the one of the cat that ate the canary. The fact she lost her cherry
certainly hasn't dampened her spirit. Handing her the supplies, we travel
slowly towards home to give her time to arrange herself.

"Dave, can we stop at your trailer? I will do a better job there."

"Of course, it won't be long now."

Saturday night is a popular night for the people in the park to mill
about enjoying the beautiful evening. Many wave and greet us. It seems
everyone in the park is aware that Tasha and I had a date tonight. No one
seems to take offence. At my trailer, I stop. Glancing down towards
Nadia's unit, everything appears to be quiet. Hopefully, Nadia went to bed
early. While running water for her bath, Tasha undresses in front of me.
Her puffy pussy looks so appealing. A thin coating of fresh red blood
slowly flows down her right thigh, but it appears the flow is down to a
trickle. I can't believe how erotic she looks standing before me with her
legs slightly spread. My soldier comes to life.

Leaving Tasha to her own resources, I hurry to the kitchen before
anything else happens. In about twenty minutes the sound of the tub
draining signals Tasha has finished her clean up; so far so good.
Expecting her any minute, I am surprised when she calls.

"Dave, would you help me."

Opening the bathroom door there is no Tasha, it is empty.

"In your bedroom, Dave."

Expecting to see her dressing or possibly encountering trouble, I hurry
to her aide. What greets me is a big surprise. Tasha is lying on my bed
completely nude, her light blue bra and matching panties on the chair. Her
damp bush is parted, her puffy pussy open and showing me the desirable pink
interior of her heaven. Her red rose corsage is arranged just above her
extended clitoris, looking like an offering to kings of old. Her knees
rise slowly and move back and forth, keep my attention on her pussy. Her
skin seems to radiate, making the scene so erotic. Less than twenty-four
hours ago, her mother was in a similar position. Tasha's young body does
her mom justice with its beauty.

"Dave, I want it again, this time with me on my back in bed. We
certainly can't do any more damage can we?"

The urge to renew my cocks' acquaintance with her fantastic pussy is
very strong. I want to feel her supple body under me. After undressing, I
am between her legs examining the offering. Her love lips are swollen, her
labia protruding and screaming to be tasted. With my mouth covering her
clitoris, Tasha sighs and lifts her hips to meet my mouth. My tongue
explores and detects the slight taste of her still seeping virgin blood.
Thrice her hips rise as she has multiple climaxes. With a bit of effort, I
can suck all of her massive labium, driving her wild with excitement. Moving
upwards, our lips meet with a passionate kiss. As our tongues intertwine,
she can taste herself on my lips. Maneuvering my body, I am between her
legs; my cock slowly slips into her.

"Dave, this is exactly where I want you. I can't believe how good it
feels. In the car, it hurt a bit.
But now? WOW."

"You feel good under me Tasha."

The feelings I am experiencing indicate my need to cum very soon. With
my cock at its deepest penetration, sperm floods out of me and deep into
Tasha. After three powerful surges, we collapse breathing heavily. Tasha's
fingernails dig into my back as she hangs. Finally, after a kiss, she
releases me.

"I have to go, mom will be expecting me."

"I know. I wish you could stay the night."

A mischievous smile spreads over her face.

"So do I, but can you see the look on my mom's face?"

That image does not conger up anything I want to experience. How will
Tasha be able to conceal the fact she is no longer a virgin. That thought
sends chills through my body. In the heat of sex and with caution to the
wind, no one thinks of the consequences. I am thinking of them now.

Tasha hurries to the bathroom, I hear the flow of pee into the bowl and,
hopefully, that action will discharge most of my cream. She returns,
dressed, and comes to me giving me a passionate kiss.

"Dave, I can't think of when I have had such a good time. My first
date, my first kisses and now, my first time with a cock in me. What an
evening!"

"It was an honor being you first date. It was a privilege to be the one
you allowed to take your cherry. Now, I hope your mom understands if she
finds out."

"You can be rest assured I won't tell her. I will see you this
afternoon; maybe we can do it again."

"I look forward to it. If you wait a moment, I will get dressed and
accompany you home."

At the doorway Tasha squeezes my hand and then quickly disappears.
I see her in the window. She looks my way, waves and then
disappears. A shiver runs through my body as my mind congers up all kinds
of scenarios with her mom. Returning home, I quickly shower, and then
retire for the night. It seems to take hours before falling into a
restless sleep.

Waking in the morning, I feel like a shit. During my lousy sleep, I had
several nightmares of the impending doom when Nadia discovers her teenage
daughter's pussy has been violated by an old pervert. What I need is a
good cup of strong coffee. Just as I am about to get my second cup, I hear
footsteps outside.

"Dave, are you up?"

It is Nadia. With my heart in my throat, I answer.

"Good morning, Nadia. Come in, I am about to have my second cup of
coffee, would you like one?"

"Yes, please."

My back is turned when Nadia enters. She is sitting at the table,
smiling. What I find surprising is she is still in a nighty and a robe.
She accepts the coffee, tastes it, looks at me and nods in appreciation.

"That is good coffee, Dave. I don't know what you and Tasha did last
night, but she is so happy. She didn't want to get up. She still hasn't
told me much about it. Did the dinner go well?"

"Perfectly, I couldn't have had a better guest. Tasha turned a lot of
heads last night, mostly the males of course."

"She did look good in that dress, didn't she?"

"Like a fashion model."

"And how did the parking go?"

My blush is instantaneous, flooding my face.

"That good?"

"It was very inspiring. Tasha even had a place picked out."

"I had mentioned the listing to her, private and out of the way."

We then continued to chat about many unconnected topics, just like
regular neighbors would. When she gets up to leave, she comes to me, her
robe opens showing me her beautiful breasts, and then she kisses me.

"Thank you for taking care of Tasha. She told me she will be visiting
you this afternoon to thank you again for a wonderful evening."

After she returns to her trailer, I feel a helluva lot better
than I did before she arrived. All is well. Cleaning up the cups, I
notice something on the chair Nadia occupied. It is Tasha's light blue
panties from last night. There is a very large bright red stain of
virginal blood on them.

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