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 A much older man with a past history of being a child lover becomes
infatuated with a 12 year old girl named Rhiannon.  This work of fiction is
meant for adults only, if your are under the age of eighteen, do not read
this taboo tale.  This is a multiple part series, and there's more to this
story of dark depravity then meets the eye.  Story codes, ped.  M g, oral.

   A quote from Nabokov's Lolita, his story inspired me to write Rhiannon.

   "It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight."

   Rhiannon, part 1

   Chapter 1.  The day he met the girl of his dreams.

   Its Friday afternoon, picture day at Otter Creek middle school.  Chester
Mcalister, the county school systems photographer is hard at work making
sure every child from the fifth grade through eighth grade will receive a
perfect set of photos.  He calls for the last student, as he reloads his
Nikon camera with fresh film.

   "Ok next victim," he jokes.  He hears a young girl giggle nervously. 
His back is turned towards her, he turns and his warm brown eyes fall upon
the girl of his dreams.  She's at least twelve, and she's tall for her age;
maybe five foot at the least.  Her long hair is auburn brown.  Her eyes are
deep blue.  Her nose is perfect, neither too large nor too small.  Her lips
are full and naturally pink, very kissable he thinks.

   "Well hello beautiful, what's your name," he said, trying not to sound
as if he were flirting with the young girl, although he was.

   "My names Rhiannon Jones," she said fidgeting nervously as she spoke.

   "Well its very nice to meet you Rhiannon, my names Chester Mcalister."

   He reaches out to shake her hand, grasping her hand his heart skips a
beat and his cock throbs in his pants.  He likes the dress she's wearing,
it's a short one piece with a low cut lace trimmed neckline, exposing just
a slight bit of preteen cleavage.  On her feet she wore black patent
leather shoes over white socks with pink lace around the ankles.

   "Well Rhiannon, that pretty blue dress you have on almost matches your
eyes.  Its going to make you stand out among the rest of your brothers and
sister, when your mom and dad place your picture on the wall at home." He
said this letting his eyes roam discreetly over the young girls developing
body.  He noticed a change in her body language caused by what he said. 
Her shoulders slumped slightly, she frowned.

   "I don't have any brothers or sister's," she said.

   "Oh...So you're an only child," he points to a chair in front of his
camera.  "Have a seat sweetheart, you're my last photo shoot for the day,
and my prettiest too."

   His charming comment makes her smile, this made him even more interested
in the pretty auburn haird beauty.

   "I love your name.  Have you ever heard the old song about a Welsh witch
named Rhiannon." Focusing his camera on her pretty face, the lyrics of the
song flash back in his memory he begins singing his best rendition of the
old tune.

   "Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to
love her.  Take to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her
lover?" He stopped singing and told her.  "It needs a guitar and drum solo,
but that's how the song goes.  Are you sure you've never heard it before?"

   Her frown turns to a smile, she likes the corny way he serenaded her it
made her giggle.  "Nope.I've never heard it before,is it a new song?"

   "Well it was new back in the seventies," he said.Peering through the
view finder of his camera, his cock grew hard.  "Ok smile sweetheart." He
snapped a photo then asked.  "Has anyone ever told you, how photogenic you
are?"

   "Nope...I don't think so.  What's photogenic mean?"

   "It means you look beautiful in the camera's eye."

   She blushes, he takes a perfect picture of her face as it turned a
slight shade of red.  He took photo after photo: Actually more than any
other student for that day.  Looking through the view finder, he became
completely infatuated with the young girl.  He posed her in different ways,
just to get better shots of her face and body.  The final school bell rang,
interrupting his fun.  He said goodbye, thinking he'd never see her again.

   Driving home through the small town of Otter Creek, he couldn't get
Rhiannon's pretty face and perfect virgin body out of his head.  Stopped at
a four way stop near the intersection of the street he lives on,he began
daydreaming about her going down on his hard cock with her luscious full
pink lips wrapped around his shaft, as if she were a starving child needing
to be fed.

   A young girls voice interrupts his thoughts.  "Hi Chester!" said the
voice.  Turning his head towards the voice, he sees Rhiannon standing on
the sidewalk near the drivers side of his car.  Rolling his old Cadillac's
power window down he speaks to her.

   "Well hi sweetheart, what a pleasant surprise." A broad smile crosses
his lips, his cock grows hard in his pants.  "Can I give you a lift honey,"
he said in a pleasant tone.  She contemplates the offer.

   "My mom says I shouldn't ride with strangers." .  "But I'm not a
stranger honey, you know who I am.Heck you and I are almost neighbors."

   She brushes a lock of auburn hair away from her face and smiles.

   "Well...I guess it'll be ok." She opened the door and climbed in.

   "Ok what's your address sweetheart."

   "Nineteen twenty two Maple street," she said.  He makes small talk,
wanting to know more about her.

   "You're new to Otter Creek aren't you.  I haven't seen you around before
today."

   "My mom and I moved here just before September.  My dad died last year."
Her voice trembled when she told him of her father.  He looked over
noticing tears welling up in her eyes.  She wiped them away.  "I'm so sorry
honey, you must miss him a lot."

   He caresses her knee, the sensation of her warm soft skin sends warm
tingling sensations to his aroused manhood.  To his delight, she didn't
push it away.

   "I know how you feel," he said.  "My father died in the Vietnam war,
when I was thirteen, and about six months back my wife died.  Yes honey I
do know how it feels to lose someone you love."

   Truth being told, his wife died of breast cancer, and his father was
killed in action during the war.  He actually did know how it feels to lose
someone you love.  He pats her knee speaking cheerfully.

   "But at least you have your mom, right sweetheart?"

   "Yes but she's a nurse at the hospital and she works all the time. 
Since I've moved here I haven't made any friends so I just hang around our
house watching TV an stuff."

   He drove by his house.  "I live right here at nineteen ten.  Heck maybe
you can come and visit me from time to time.  To tell you the truth I get
pretty bored just sitting on my ass watching TV an stuff just like you."

   He caresses her knee.  "You can come over tonight if you'd like, I'll be
here all weekend.  You can help me develop the student photos I took today.
And maybe, if you don't mind I'd like to snap a few shots of you?"

   "Yeah I'd love to help you...But what do you mean snap shots of me?"

   "Oh sorry that's photography lingo.  I mean I wanna take some photos of
you," he smiled.  "You're a very pretty young lady, I think you have
modeling potential."

   Her face lit up.  "Wow, do you really think I could be a model.  Sure
I'd love to come over.  I'm supposed to go to Davenport tomorrow to see my
grandparents, but I can visit with you until my mom gets home at nine
tonight."

   They arrived at her home, he didn't see her mothers car parked in the
driveway so he felt secure her mother was at work.  He's well liked and
well trusted by everyone in town.  He's a member of the city council, and
his two best friends in town are the mayor and the sheriff.  Rhiannon
stepped from his car then leaned back in.

   "See you later Chester.  Hey I'm kind of hungry I'll make a sandwich
then change my cloths and come over," she said.

   He quickly came up with a better plan.  "Why don't you come over and eat
dinner with me I'm tired of eating alone," he said.

   "Ok that'll be cool," she said smiling.  "I'm tired of eating by myself
too."

   She closed the car door, then began skipping up the walkway to her
modest yellow and white Victorian style home.  He sat watching, enjoying
the way her small budding breast jiggled slightly as she skipped.  A sudden
gust of autumn wind blew her skirt up revealing her pink panty clad ass. 
"Mmm...Nice little ass," he said to himself as he pulled away.

   Chapter 2.  Inside Rhiannon's mind.

   Once inside she ran to her bedroom, slipped her dress off then placed it
neatly back in her closet.  Doing this so her mother won't be angry at her
for not taking care of her new dress.  In the past year since her fathers
death, her mother loses her temper much more than before.  Her father was
always the easy going one in the family.

   Undressing she thinks of Chester, and how the middle aged man looks a
lot like her grandfather.  He's tall like granddad, and he's going bald on
the top of his head too.  He even has the same touch of grey along his
temples, like her grandfather.  And he seems to be easy going, like her
daddy was, and her grandfather is.  Her mother doesn't get along with her
deceased husbands parents.  She doesn't mind moving to Otter Creek, but she
misses her grandparents.  As she hurries around her room she think's
Chester might be able to take her Grandfathers while she's in town.

   Stopping to admire herself in a full length mirror, she begins running
the tips of her fingers over budding breast while stroking the fingers of
her right hand between her legs.  At eleven years old; almost twelve she
has discovered masturbation.  With her mother being gone all the time, it's
now one of her favorite pastimes.

   Pushing the crotch of her panties aside, she began stroking faster over
her virgin pussy, she loves the warm tingling sensations flowing from her
cunny.  Pushing the tips of two fingers in deeper, her orgasm intensifies.
Her slender hips begin thrusting back and forth.  Her knees become weak,
she feels lite headed, there's moisture on her tips of fingers.

   Placing her fingers in her mouth she licks them clean.  Tasting her girl
cum is something she just recently started doing.  She doesn't know why,
but she likes how it taste; its salty and somewhat sweet.  Now every time
she masturbates she has to complete this ritual.  Once her orgasm subsides,
feelings of shame come to mind.  She shrugs it off, thinking.

   "I've got to hurry.  Chester's waiting!"

   She dressed then stepped back in front of the mirror.  Stroking her
fingertips along the thin cotton fabric of a tan camisole blouse with thin
strips of lace around its plunging neckline, its shoulder straps are made
of lace as well.  She reached down running her hands along the fabric of a
short denim skirt.  The hem of the skirt stops about six inches above her
knees.  A mischievous smile came over her lips.

   "This outfit will be perfect for my first modeling pics.  I hope Chester
likes it."

   Chapter 3.  Home with Chester Mcalister, fond memories.

   As Chester showers, he thinks back to the first young girl he seduced.
The girl of all people, just happened to be his ten year old stepsister
Megan.  He was fifteen when their taboo relationship started.  It was an on
again off again sexual affair that ended when he left home to attended Iowa
state university.  In college he studied journalism, and photography.  His
career as a photojournalist took him around the world.

   As a journalist he had to photograph and experience the worst of mans
inhumanity to man.  If the agency he worked for needed someone to cover any
catastrophic event or war, he was there.  One of his most shocking
assignments was in the late seventies, when he helped report on the mass
murder of millions of Cambodian citizens during the Khmer Rouge regime.  It
was on this assignment where he found brothels in Vietnam, and Thailand
that specialize in child prostitution.  In these dark out of the way
places, he became addicted to the pleasures of young girls.  Some younger
than Rhiannon, and some much older.

   Later in his career, he traveled to Europe and eastern Europe.  Where he
did work for a fashion magazine, this is where he and his old friend Frank
Dicks discovered even more sweet young girls to seduce.  These girls were
mostly homeless girls, who would sell their bodies to adults for money and
sometimes just for some food and a warm bed to sleep in.

   In 1991 his life changed for the better, when he met his wife to be on
an assignment in Spain.  Her name was Jenna, an attractive American
reporter.  It just so happened, she was from Iowa just as he was.  She was
his age, but to his liking she was also petite.  Chester's tall, he stands
about 6'2 Jenna was only 5'4.  It was her child like stature that drew him
to her.  From that time on, for almost twenty years he never experienced
anymore young girls.  Jenna was the love of his life.

   Now six months after her death, he finds himself craving young girls
once more.  Until today when he met Rhiannon, he was able to control his
urges.  Today he lost all control, he has a sense about certain girls like
Rhiannon.  To him she's ripe for seduction, she's an only child, and she's
lonely.  He's a lonely broken hearted man, in his mind they're made for
each other.

   Chapter 4.  She has arrived.

   He dried himself off then slipped into a clean pair of grey sweatpants.
He wore no underwear, hoping she'll see the outline of his bare cock.  He
then slipped into his favorite Iowa state university t-shirt.  His
heartbeat quickens, hearing the doorbell ring.

   "She's here!" he said under his breath.  Leaving his bedroom he walked
to his front door, with lustful thoughts of his new preteen friend on his
mind.  He looked through a small window in the door seeing her waiting
outside, his body trembled with excitement.  He yanked the door open a
little to fast, Rhiannon stood looking up at him with her hands behind her
back fidgeting nervously, twisting her body gently from left to right
smiling at him with those perfect pouty pink lips of hers.

   "Well come on in sweetheart," he said trying to hide a Cheshire cat
grin.

   Stepping in she smells the aroma of hot food coming from his kitchen.

   "Mmm, that smells so good.  I hope you made enough, because I'm
starving."

   Walking into his living room her eyes open wide, peering over hundreds
of different photos of all shapes and sizes covering the walls.  Over the
years He's decorated the walls of the room with photos, a good majority of
them taken while he was on assignment with various news agencies and
fashion magazines.

   "Wow Chester, did you take all these pictures!" She began wandering
around the room slowly examining each picture and came to a wall where he
has a large collection of fashion models, a good majority of these photos
are of lingerie models he shot a few years back, she gasped.

   "You took pictures of half naked woman!!" she stood transfixed viewing
every picture with childish fascination "Wow Chester, they're all so
pretty. I bet you had fun doing that job; right?"

   He chuckled, remembering back to the good old days.  "Oh Yes.  It was a
lot of fun."

   As he spoke, his eyes ogled her firm young ass as he stood behind her.

   "I'd sure like to take a few photos of you sweetheart I think you're
even prettier than those grown women are."

   She turned and smiled, he noticed her face blushing.  "But these girls
are grownups, and they're so beautiful.  I'm not nearly as pretty as they
are."

   She turned to look at more photo's, while she viewed them he lit a
freshly rolled joint then blew the smoke her way, hoping to relax her with
a contact buzz.  She smelled the familiar scent of marijuana and turned
around telling him.

   "Hey you smoke pot too, just like my grandparents."

   He blew smoke from his lungs.  "Your grandparents smoke pot.  How' bout
your mom, does she smoke?"

   "No I think that's why she doesn't like them much."

   He held the joint out to her.  "Here have a toke I won't tell your mom."


   She smiled shaking her head no.  "I don't think I should."

   He begged.  "Please smoke with me.  I hate smoking alone."

   She smiles nervously slowly taking the joint from his fingers.  "Ok I'll
try some," she shrugs.  "Heck grandpa says it's harmless."

   Raising it to her lips she inhales the sweet smoke, drawing in to much
she coughs.

   "Sorry honey," he said.  "I should've warned you, just take a small hit
on your first try."

   Almost right away she begins feeling the euphoric effects of the drug,
her short coughing bout made the buzz affect her brain.  She feels light
headed, but relaxed.  Not wanting to appear uncool she took another toke,
this time a smaller one.  She's watched her grandfather smoke a few times,
and she knows to hold the smoke in her lungs.  Seeing her eyes glaze over,
and an odd smile appear on her lips.

   "Well honey.  Are you deviating from the norm," he said.

   She smiles nodding her head yes, though she's never heard that
expression before.  "Um yep....I think so," she hands the joint back to
him. "Here I think I've had enough for now."

   Chapter 3: The Photo Shoot.

   "Ok sweetie, take off your blouse and skirt." He said after placing a
new roll of film in his camera.

   "Giggle, you wanna take pictures of me in my bra and panties?" She's
totally stoned now, after dinner they sat on the sofa in his living room
and finished the joint he lit when she first arrived.

   "Yes honey." He points to the wall covered with lingerie models.  "I
know you can be as sexy as they are.  Now come on, don't be shy.  You cant
be shy if you wanna be a model."

   She thought of what he said then began undressing, telling him.

   "I guess you're right.  After all, you are a professional right
Chester."

   He chuckles.  "Yes I am, I know exactly what I'm doing.  Trust me,
you're going to have so much fun posing for me.  I'll send the pics to my
friend Frank Dicks.  He has an agency in New York, he'll make you a big
star if your mother agrees to let him.  Now come on get sexy for me little
girl."

   He watched her undress through the view finder of his camera, slowly
removing her blouse and skirt.  Finally she stood before him wearing just a
pink training bra and matching panties.  His cock grew semi erect showing
through his sweatpants, like a half raised tent

   He snaps a picture, telling her.  "Wow, you look so hot in pink
Rhiannon. Now I want you to climb up on the couch, get on your hands and
knees, look back over your shoulder at me.  Now give me a really sexy
smile." She dose as he asks, turning her face to the camera doing her best
imitation of a lingerie model.

   "Oh yes," he exclaims.  "Your butt looks so sexy that way, very sexy. 
Ok now sit on the couch facing me." Fighting shame she obeys his request.

   "Ok now.  I know your mom always tells you to sit like a lady, but I
want you to open those pretty legs of yours as wide as you can." She
hesitates feeling shame in the back of her mind, but between her legs she
feels warm sensation of pleasure.  When she spreads her legs the crotch
piece of her panties hugs the outline of her pussy.  He spots the lips of
her bald pussy, showing through the thin material of her panties.  His
voice trembles.

   "Oh yeah...That's really sexy sweetheart," he zooms in on her crotch for
a close-up."Open those legs wide for me baby." His cock throbs in his
pants, growing to an almost full erection.  "Oh wow baby, you have a
beautifully shaped cameltoe," he said this sounding completely perverted.

   Never hearing the expression before, she asks.  "Um...What's a
cameltoe?"

   "Ha..ha...Oh Rhiannon baby I love your innocence.  Look down between
your legs, see the way the fabric of your panties shows the outline of your
pussy."

   She looks between her legs hearing the word pussy, but she was taught to
call her sex a vagina.  At first it didn't compute to her young mind, then
she noticed the outline of her cunny showing she quickly closed her legs,
her face blushed beat red."Oops, that's embarrassing," she said, shamefully
closing her legs.

   Chester stands up, not caring if she sees his erection.  And she does,
her eyes become transfixed on the large pole like bulge sticking out from
his pants.  He sits beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder telling
her.

   "Baby there's nothing to be ashamed of," he rubs his hard dick through
his pants.

   "Hell as you can see, my peckers hard.  I'm proud as hell to let my free
flag fly."

   She's curious and a little shocked at the sight of the monster growing
in his pants.  Her voice trembles.  "Why is your penis sticking up like
that?"

   He laughed, loving how nervous she is.  "Because my dear, my penis likes
you, and your sexy cameltoe." Not able to hold back any longer, he places
his hand between her closed legs.  It happens to fast, she cant stop him.
Using his free hand, he pries her legs open.  His warm hand and fingers
begin stroking her panty covered cunt.  She spreads wider, letting his
fingers stroke her sensitive clit.  Feeling her body go tense and shake, he
tells her.

   "It feels good, doesn't it baby.  Just layback on those pillows behind
you, let me do this.  I know you want it."

   She losses all control, she wants to run from the house half naked
screaming "Help, he's trying to rape me." But instead she lays back on the
pillows just as he wants her to.  As he fingers her he tells her.

   "They tell you about good touch and bad touch, right," he caresses her
pussy faster.  "What is this Rhiannon, is it good or bad touch?"

   She doesn't answer right away, she can only lay back letting him
masturbate her.  She begins thrusting her hips upward, pushing her crotch
harder against his invading hand.

   In a small quivering voice she tells him.  "It Feeels....Goood!!"

   He stops masturbating her, her eyes flutter open.  She watches him slide
from the couch and kneel between her open legs.  He speaks in a kind voice
.

   "Come on baby, lift your butt up for me, so I can take your panties
off."

   She tries telling him.  "Maybe I should go ho..."

   He places a finger to her lips stopping her.  "No sweetie, you cant go
home yet.  I haven't given you my special massage yet "

   She looks at him smiling.  "A massage?" she sounds breathless and weak.
Without being asked again, she lifts her bottom up as requested.

   He slowly peels her panties off, letting his fingertips glide gently
along the soft flesh of her outer thighs.  "Giggle...Chester, don't that
tickles," she says sounding at ease with what he's doing.  Removing her
panties, he feels like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas day.  Once
her panties are off, he remembers his Kama Sutra massage oil hid away in
the bedroom.  Without warning he lifts her from his sofa.

   She cries out in surprise.  "What are you doing...Why are picking me
up."

   "You'll be much more comfortable in my bedroom sweetheart." Hearing him
say bedroom, her body trembles.  "Chester please don't hurt me."

   He lifts her face to his, giving her a light kiss on the lips.  "Don't
worry baby ,I have no intention of ever harming you.  Now just relax, and
I'll bring you to a whole new world!"

   Carrying her, he feels her heart beating against the palm of his hand
through her back bone.  In his bedroom he tell her.  "Here we are baby
girl, my bed is much more comfortable then that old leather sofa of mine
out in the living room." He lays her down then finds his massage oil.

   "What's that stuff for," she asked, seeing him pull a small glass bottle
from a bedside drawer.

   "This is massage oil, it came all the way from in India.  It's called
Kama Sutra.  When I rub this into your skin, you'll feel a pleasure you've
never felt before my sweet." He notices she's still wearing her bra.  "In
order for me to give you proper massage, you'll need to take that pretty
bra off."

   "But you'll see my boobs."

   He laughs.  "Babe, I've already seen your cunny, I might as well see
your titties while I'm at it.  Beside that I don't wanna get your pretty
bra all oily."

   She takes the bra off, but with a little girls modesty covers her breast
with her hands before lying back down facing him.

   "I don't think we should do this Chester, its wrong...I know it is."

   He smiles down at her, his kind smile lets her know he won't harm her.
Still the same, societies fears of men like him keep flashing through her
young mind.  He speaks in a reassuring voice.

   "Baby, you've let me go this far.  Now please let me give you a massage.
I know your going to love it.  Just put all of your trust in me, everything
will be ok I promise sweetheart."

   She thinks for a second then looks over at the clock on his bedside
table.

   "Well ok...I guess it will be fun to do something adults do.  Its
six-forty five now, you'll have to hurry, because my mom usually gets home
by eight."

   "Well we better get started then," he replies cheerfully.

   Having her complete trust, he pours a small dab of oil over her chest.
The oil feels good on her developing breast.  Next he does something
unexpected to her, removing his sweatpants.  Her eyes open wide seeing his
full erection.  He grins mischievously.

   "Is this the first mans penis you've ever seen baby," he said stroking
his erection.

   Her voice trembles.  "Yes it is.  But, why are you getting naked?"

   He replies in a calm soothing voice.  "Because I don't wanna get oil on
my favorite sweatpants.  Now don't worry beautiful, just lay back and
enjoy."

   Climbing on the bed he straddles her body and scoots back, scooting back
he lets his nut sack and cock glide along the soft skin of her belly.  This
is almost to much for him to take, he almost orgasms prematurely.

   Rhiannon cant take her eyes off his penis.  He's an average size man,
his cock's at least seven inches at full erection.  To her it looks
enormous, its length and thick girth worries her.  His nuts are hairy, his
pubic hair tickles her soft skin as it rubs against her bare flesh.  He
begins gently massaging the oil into her small firm developing breast, she
likes how it feels.

   "Your titties are developing nicely, they're so firm and round for a
girl your age.  How does it feel baby.  If I'm hurting you just tell me,
because like I said before, I have no intention of hurting you."

   Rubbing oil into her breast, he touches her nickel size areolas.  Gently
massaging her nipples, observing them as they grow long and hard to his
touch.  She speaks in an almost inaudible breathless whisper.

   "Mmm, this does feel good, giggle.  You're the first boy to ever touch
me like this."

   Her sweet breathless words make him feel good about what he's doing.

   "And I'm honored that you've let me, be the first boy to touch you like
this," he chuckles softly.  "I think I'm enjoying this, even more then you
are."

   Seeing she's comfortable with him, he begins massaging his way lower. 
Letting his hard cock and balls glide back and forth along the soft skin of
her bare leg as he works his way lower.  Seeing her eyes are closed, he
takes a second; just wanting to touch the tip of his penis against the
outer folds of her cunt lips.  Feeling what he's doing she wakes from her
relaxed state, speaking in panicked protest.

   "Hey, you said you wouldn't hurt me," her voice trembles out loudly.

   He pulls away.  "Now calm down sweetie, I'm not putting it all the way
in.  I'll take it away, please don't be afraid." He leans over wanting to
give her a kiss.  Her eyes open wide with fear as his face comes close to
hers.  "Its ok babe, I just wanna kiss you.  Open your mouth just a little,
and I'll show you how to French kiss."

   She opens her mouth, but only to ask a question.  Before getting her
question out his lips touch hers.  Feeling the tip of his tongue touch her
lips ever so slightly, she sticks her tongue out tasting his.  He licks her
tongue, not enough to make her choke but enough to let her experience the
pleasure of her first French kiss.  She wraps her arms around his neck
enjoying her first kiss.  Her reaction is a bit surprising, but it pleases
him just the same.  Pre cum drips from the tip of his cock, a sticky stream
of natural lubricant sticks to her leg.  He pulls away from the kiss, she
smiles looking up at him with a puzzled look in her eyes.

   "Is that really how French people kiss?" she enquires with a smile.

   He tells her a little white lie.  "Yes that's how they kiss in France.
Did you like it, do you wanna do it again?"

   She giggles before replying enthusiastically.  "Yes, lets do it again."

   Kissing her again, he finds she's a fast learner.  She opens her lips
just enough to let his tongue touch hers.  As they kiss he places his cock
between her soft slender legs, he pulls away from the kiss still letting
his cock stroke the soft warm flesh between her legs.  She feels the heat
of his manhood touching her sex.

   "I want to lick your cunny, will you let me do that for you."

   "Giggle...That sounds disgusting.  I pee from there." He kisses her
earlobe, a warm sensation of pleasure sails through her young body.

   He begs wanting to taste her sweet sex.  "Please let me do it.  I know
you'll like it, I'm really good at it."

   "Ok you can do it...But please, don't put your thing in my vagina."

   "All right," he exclaims.  "Time to eat your pussy for dessert."

   He pulls his sticky cock from between her legs and prepares to lie on
his belly with his face between her legs.  She watches his hard cock wiggle
as he moves with intense fascination, asking with childish curiosity.

   "Does your penis hurt when it gets all hard like that?"

   He strokes his cock.  "Yes, especially when there's a pretty girl in my
bed teasing me the way you are by not letting me put it in her cunny."

   She frowns.  "I'm sorry, but its just too big....I know it will hurt
me."

   Although he does plan on eventually fucking this sweet girl, he knows
something else she can do for him later.  But for now, knowing she'll come
back to see him once he evokes her sexual curiosities.  He'll satisfy her
with a little adult cunnalingus.  He loves eating pussy, and it's been
years since he's eaten a young girls sex.

   "Ok baby raise your knees up, and spread those pretty legs of your nice
an wide for me."

   She giggles nervously doing as he says.  Now he has a good view of her
sex, he sees the beginning growth of reddish brown pubic hair growing just
above the almost bright pink folds of her cunt lips.

   Laying belly down with his face near her beautiful pink virgin cunt, he
inhales her sweet aroma.  He tastes just a faint hint of urine, it excites
him.  He laps his tongue over her developing clit, doing this he tastes the
fact that this young girl is truly enjoying her first sexual experience.

   Her body reacts to the warm wet sensation of his mouth tongue and breath
on her pussy, unintentionally moaning and rocking her hips.  He licks and
sucks her clit and cunt lips.  She moans softly, her pelvis and hips begin
pushing harder against his mouth and invading tongue.  Licking and sucking
her sex, he looks up.  She has her head tilted back, her blue eyes are half
shut they're fluttering showing she's enjoying his oral attention.

   He cant help but tell her.  "Mmm...You're enjoying this aren't you
baby!"

   She doesn't speak, she cant make her lips move.  Her young inexperienced
mind and body cant comprehend what's happening.  She moans.  "I like it" He
goes back to work, licking and sucking her sensitive lips also masturbating
her clit with the tips of his fingers.

   A major orgasm washes over her body, starting from her sex flowing down
her knees, her toes curl, the tips of her ears tingle, her nipples tingle,
her eyelids flutter, she moans like a woman.  She wants to speak, wanting
to say.  "Stop it Chester, you're making me feel too good." But she cant
make a sound that even resembles words of any kind.  Chester's mouth and
lips finally tire, he pulls his face away.  His chin and lips are covered
with her girl cum.

   Looking up he watches her cum, she humps the air way after he stops
eating her.  Finally she comes to a rest, he sees her chest rise and fall
gasping for air.  He sees her heart beat pounding against her rib gage.  He
raises up from the bed, his cock's still painfully hard.  Lying beside her
he places his girl cum covered lips to hers.  She tastes her pussy on his
lips, knowing her own flavor because of her daily masturbation ritual of
playing with herself then licking her fingers clean.  She opens her lips
accepting his kiss, they kiss until Chester pulls away.  He looks into her
blue eyes asking a deep question.  "So Rhiannon.  Was that good touch, or
bad touch."

   Remembering the question he asked once before in his living room.  She
giggle telling him with a smile.  "It was good touch.  Can you do it
again!!"

   "Ha..ha.  Nope cant, my mouth and tongue are all warn out.  Now its your
turn to take care of me sweetie.  I want you to suck my cock, it's only
fair sweetheart!"

   Her face snarls up.  "But you pee from your penis.  I don't think I can
do what you want."

   "Yes and you pee from your pussy, but I still went down on you.  And
might I add, your pussy taste just like sweet Michigan cherries."

   "Giggle" Michigan cherries!  But we live in Iowa.  Why doesn't it taste
like Iowa cherries."

   "Because the only damned thing we grow in Iowa is corn, and you don't
taste like corn." He looks at the clock, seeing it's going on seven thirty.


   "Now come on Rhiannon.  I need you to please me, we have just enough
time for you to make me cum."

   She cracks a smile.  "Ok I'll do it.  What do I do.  I'm a virgin I
don't know anything about sex and stuff."

   He kneels on the bed with his legs straddling her body, she's laying her
head against a stack of pillows.  He explains what he wants.

   "Wrap your right hand around my cock, use your left hand to play with my
nuts.  Then of course, here's the most important part of a proper blow job.
Put my cock in your mouth, suck on it like its a baby bottle.  Play with my
nuts and jack me off while you suck me."

   She holds his cock and touches his nuts.  Her soft hands and fingers
send warm intense pleasure running from his cock and nuts over his
fifty-eight year old body.  He moaned.

   "Ahh Yes...Ok, wrap those sexy lips of yours around the tip of my cock
then suck me and jack me off with your hand.  Come on baby, I know you can
do it."

   She hears his voice tremble instructing how to give a grown man her
first blow job.  Without any more coaching, she wraps her soft warm lips
over the sensitive circumcised head of his cock.

   "Yes that feels wonderful baby.  Now I want you to stroke your hand up
and down my cock, at the same time your doing that rock your head and lips
back and forth while sucking and licking it at the same time."

   She had thought the idea of doing this disgusting at first, but once she
actually tastes the salty white flesh of his cock, she finds it to be quite
exciting.  Looking at him, he seems to be enjoying what she's doing.  She's
not afraid anymore, now she just wants to make her new friend happy.  As
she strokes and sucks his cock, his body trembles, he moans in ecstasy.

   "Ahhhh yes.  Oh baby, you're doing so good." He peers down at her, she's
looking up at him with her beautiful deep blue eyes.  He feels her teeth.

   "Ouch.  Now make sure you keep those teeth tucked under your lips baby."

   She pulls away speaking with his large cockhead against her lips.

   "I'm sorry did I hurt...." He reaches down placing his hand on her head.

   "That's ok baby.  I know it's your first blow job, your doing good. 
Please don't stop."

   He places his hand over her hand where she's holding his nuts telling
her.

   "Rub my nuts baby.  I like having my nuts played with!"

   She fondles him gently, he moans softly.  She looks up, he's smiling at
her.  She begins sucking and stroking him faster.  He feels the beginning
of an orgasm building, but looks over at the clock.  It's going on seven
forty-five.  Seeing he's running out of time, he tells her.

   "Stroke me and suck me faster baby.  Ahhh...Make me cum!"

   Her lips make slurping sucking sounds as she bobs her head back'n forth.
Holding his cock meat, it seems to be getting warmer.  Feeling a tingling
sensations in her pussy, she cant believe she's actually enjoying the taste
of his salty cock.

   Chester feels warm tingling sensations of an orgasm beginning in his
testicles.  Part of his mind wants to warn the girl he's about to shoot
thick loads of fresh warm sperm into her sweet young mouth, but his
slightly demented mind tells him.  No, she needs to eat my cum.  I need to
feed this little girl my cum.  His cum erupts inside her mouth.

   "Oh god yes Rhiannon....You made me cum." He fucks her mouth grunting,
telling her.  "Yeah baby suck it, suck it...Yes...Ahhhh eat my cum. 
Swallow it...ahhh."

   She tastes warm sperm flowing from his cock, it hits the back of her
throat.  She tries swallowing it but gags.  Hearing her gag he pulls from
her mouth, hoping she won't be angry with him for not warning of his sudden
eruption.  She tastes a mans sperm for the first time, not sure what it is.
Its thick warm and salty.  Gooey, she thinks, but not bitter.  Cupping a
hand under her mouth, she spit the white sticky semen into her palm.  She
speaks looking at him with angry eyes.

   "You didn't tell me this stuff was inside you....What is it Chester?"

   He comes back to his senses, seeing it's time for some major damage
control.  He doesn't want to scare the girl of his dreams away over just a
little sperm.  "I'm sorry I should've warned you.  Its sperm or semen, or
as we adults refer to it, cum."

   "I know what semen is, it's the stuff that makes baby's." She slaps him
on the shoulder with her empty hand.  "Ouch..Hey now calm down sweetheart."
Never being a violent man, he doesn't retaliate.  Instead he calmly rolls
away and lies down beside her on the bed.

   She yells at him.  "Darn you Chester.  Now I'm going to get pregnant."

   He laughs, it doesn't help matters at all.  Her blue eyes glare at him.

   "Oh don't worry, you won't get pregnant if you swallow sperm." He lifts
her sperm covered palm to his lips, licking his own cum from her hand.

   Trying not to gag he tells her.  "See I ate it...I like eating my own
stuff."

   "Ooh that's disgusting," she looks at the clock.  "Chester please don't
be mad at me, but I need to go home now!"

   As she about to get out of bed, he pulls her back down, but a little too
quickly.  Fearing he's going to hit her she screams.  He looked in her
eyes, telling her in calm gentle voice.

   "Hey now sweetheart don't panic, I just want a kiss before you go," he
gently holds her face with one hand, while planting a lite kiss on her
lips.

   She knows she should pull away, but it must've been the warmth of his
lips or the gentleness of his touch.  She wraps her arms around his neck,
he lays her back down on the pillows.  She tastes cum on his lips, and
although she's young and inexperienced, it excites her.  Tingling
sensations wash over her body, her heartbeats faster with every second of
the kiss.

   Chapter 4.  The phone call.

   Ring...ring.  Rhiannon hears her cell phone ringing, it's in the pocket
of the denim skirt she wore to his house.  Her skirts in the living room,
in a pile along with her blouse panties shoes and socks.  Chester hears it
too, his heart pounds hard against his fifty-eight year old chest.  She
undrapes her arms from his neck and pushes him away.  Jumping from the bed
she says.

   "That's my cell phone.  I think mom's calling me."

   He leans his head on an upturned hand, enjoying the sight of his preteen
girl friends bare ass as she runs out of his room.  Out of sight around the
corner he hears her young voice answering her phone.  "Hi mommy."

   Her mother replies in an angry voice.  "Rhiannon where are you.  I
called the house phone, you didn't answer.  Are you outside or something."

   "No mom, I'm over at a friends house," after saying this she wishes she
could take it back.  Her mother's voice changes to a happier tone.

   "Oh cool honey, is she a friend from school.  What's her name?"

   Rhiannon stutters nervously.  "Um...Well mom, his names Chester
Mcalister."

   "Chester, who?...  Are you at a boys house Rhiannon?"

   "No Mom I'm not at a boys house.  Mr.  Mcalister is a man." Mrs. 
Jones's

   Mood changes from calm back to fearful angry.  "Rhiannon.  Why the hell
are you at a mans house.  Put this man friend of your's on the phone I
wanna speak with him, right now."

   Gulp.  "Yes mommy."

   Chester hears her mother yelling in her ear, as he pulls his sweatpants
back on, he's been standing behind her listening in.  Rhiannon turns around
finding him standing behind her.

   Covering the mouth piece she whispers.  "She wants to talk with you."

   He take the phone then points to her cloths, silently telling her
without speaking to get dressed.  He answers in a calm charming vice.

   "Well hello Mrs.  Jones, how are you tonight."

   "Mr.  Mcalister I'd be much better, if my little girl hadn't just told
me she's at some strange mans house.  Now tell me Mr.  Mcalister do you
always invite young children into your house, without speaking with their
mothers first.  And by the way is your wife home, I'd like to speak with
her too."

   Her anger almost unnerves him but he stays calm, he's been in worse
situations during his time as a photojournalist.

   "I should call the police on you sir, what's your address."

   "Now Mrs.  Jones, there's no need for the police.  I happen to be a
personal friend of the county sheriff and his deputies.  I'm sure if you
spoke with Sheriff Jackson, or any of his deputies.  They would all tell
you I'm a very trustworthy man.  Oh by the way, Mrs.  Jones I didn't get
your first name." Calming down she tells him her name, he plasters on every
bit of his charm.  "Well It's so nice to meet you Melissa, your daughters
been telling me so many nice things about you.  But she never told me your
first name."

   As Rhiannon dresses she listens in, at first hearing her mothers angry
voice.  But Chester lays his charming ways in her mothers ear, and it seems
in no time flat they're talking like old friends.

   "I'm so sorry to hear about your husbands passing Melissa.  I know how
it feels to lose someone, my wife died six months ago, and my father was
killed in action in Vietnam....Yes I can tell she misses her daddy.  Oh yes
that's right she did say she's going to visit her grandfather.  Well sure
I'd love to meet you for coffee tonight." The call ends.

   Rhiannon's sitting on the couch tying her shoes, he sits next to her
placing a hand on her shoulder.  "Well your mom seems very nice now that
I've talked to her." He speak seriously, looking into her eyes.

   "Now lets talk about us.  You know your mom would never approve of what
I did with you this evening, so please make sure you don't mention
anything....Like, how I took pictures of you in your bra and panties, or
that I gave you a booby massage, and that I licked your juicy little vagina
until you orgasmed like a big girl.  And most of all.  Don't tell her...Or
anyone else that, you sucked my cock."

   He rubs her the back giving her a reassuring smile.  "Sweetheart, don't
ever be afraid that I'd hurt you to keep my ass out of jail.  But if you
consider yourself my friend, you should keep this a secret," he hugs her
body a little closer flashing a charming smile.  "So are we friends, or
not?"

   Her eyes light up, she smiles.  "Yes we're friends.  I was scared at
first, when you started messing with me.  But the things you did felt
really good."

   She stands up and steps between his legs, wraps her arms around his neck
then gives him a kiss.  He feels the tip of her tongue against his lips. 
He places his hands on her ass, while kissing her back.  Breaking from the
kiss, she looks into his eyes speaking in a serious young voice.

   "Don't worry I'll keep this a secret.  I know what you did with me is
considered wrong," she flashes an alluring smile.  "But I like what you
did."

   He smiles realizing he's just committed a perfect seduction.  A thought
comes to mind.  "Can I get your cell number.  I'll give you my number, you
can call or text me while your visiting your grandparents." He flashes a
charming smile.  "Now that we're friends we should keep in touch, right?"

   "Now I better take you home sweetheart, I'm really looking forward to
meeting your mom.  Hey does she have a boyfriend."

   "Yeah she's dating some guy from the hospital.  She wants to spend time
alone with the guy this weekend while I'm visiting my grandparents.  I
don't like him, but she thinks he's great."

   He grabs his jacket from a hook near the door, ideas to spend more time
with the pretty auburn haired blue eyed preteen come to mind.

   "Hey when I meet your mom tonight, I'll ask her if I can keep an eye on
you while she's at work.  That is unless what you and I did tonight freaked
you out.  Maybe you don't wanna see me again?"

   "Yes I'd like to see you again.  What we did was really different,"
there's an uncertain look in her eyes.  "I guess you'll want me to suck on
your thingy again, right?"

   He cant help but laugh.  "Why yes sweetheart, I liked it when you sucked
my thingy...I mean cock.  Yes I want you to do that again," he pats her on
the back.  "You just need a little practice that's all."

   Without warning he picks her up and presses her body against the wall.
He speaks looking into her blue eyes.  "Kiss me goodnight baby girl," he
said.

   She wraps her arms around his neck, her soft warm lips meet his.  She
feels his tongue against her lips.  Kissing her, he begins thrusting his
hips against her panty covered cunt.  It turns her on, but also makes her
feel dirty and shameful.  Breaking from the kiss he whispers in her ear.

   "There are so many things, I'm going to teach you Rhiannon Jones."

   Chapter 5.  The walk home.

   His visit with Rhiannon's mother went well.  Now as he walks home
through the cold October night, lyrics from the old song called Rhiannon
keep playing in his head.

   "Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to
love her.  Take to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her
lover?" He smiles thinking of the last verse of the old song and whispers
out loud.

   "I'll be Rhiannon's lover.  Be it right, or wrong."

   Placing fingertips to his nose, he inhales the scent of her sex.  Her
scent brings fond memories of every taboo thing he's done with her tonight.
It's a cold autumn night but his body is warm due to thoughts of future
sessions with her.  He's smiling, if any of his friends or neighbors see
this smile they might ask him if he's in love.  If only they knew he's
infatuated with a young girl named Rhiannon Jones, what would they think of
him then?
   End of part 1