{ASST} Traveling {Mr_Ed} (Mg, exhib, 1st, cons) Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Traveling by: Mr. Ed Brian was at the airport, and had just seen a friend off as she went to try her fortune living abroad. He hoped she had understood enough of what she was getting into to be able to beat the odds that were certainly not in her favour. At least she was trying. The air conditioner was working in the terminal building, so Brian was walking back to his car using the inside of the terminal to get as close as he could before going out into the oppressive heat. Stopping at a commercial outlet, he purchased a drink to quench his thirst, when he first noticed the young girl in apparent distress. He felt bad for her, whatever her problem was, but did not feel like he should interfere. Going over to the side, he was enjoying his drink while he continued to watch the girl. She must have been nine years old, or maybe ten, cleanly dressed, neatly groomed and pulling a suitcase on wheels with one of those protruding handles. Her state of mind, however was not quite so neat, for she looked to be near a state of panic, unlike he had seen for as long as he could remember. Finally, Brian's better nature won out, and he went over to her. "Good afternoon, miss!" he said. "You seem to be having some difficulty, and I was wondering if I could be of any help?" "My aunt and uncle were supposed to meet me here, but I can't find them anywhere," she said. "I take it you just arrived on the island on a flight in, and I bet they are searching for you right now. How long have you been waiting?" "Hours!" she exclaimed. "I came in on the plane about ten o'clock, and it is after one now." "Waiting three hours for a girl so young must be frightening. All right, dear, I will ask you for some information, and then see how I can help you. Would that be alright?" "Thanks, mister," she said. "I'm really scared!" "I can't say I blame you for that, dear," he told her. "If you have been here that long, did you have any lunch?" She shook her head in a no reply. "Okay, then I'm going to offer you a deal. If you tell me your name, then I will buy you lunch. Would that be a fair deal?" "I'm Karen," she said. "Karen Grey. I'm from Chicago, and I really am a little hungry." "Well now I owe you a lunch, since you paid the price. The best place here is that one over there, and there are places we can sit down. I think that is a lot nicer than standing out here." As Brian turned to walk towards the restaurant, he found Karen slipping her little hand into his, and walking by his side. After a few steps, Brian paused, took her suitcase for him to pull along with his other hand, and then took her hand back into his. In the restaurant, they found an empty table over at one side, sat down, and were immediately approached by a waiter. Their order was entered, and he left to fill the order. "Now, Karen, do you have a phone number for your aunt and uncle?" he asked. "They don't have a phone," she told him. "Do you know their names?" he asked. "Mr. and Mrs. Findlay," she replied. "Aunt Melissa and Uncle Delano," she added. "Okay, then we will eat, and then go and have them paged. What airline did you travel on, Karen?" he asked. "American Airlines," she said. "Flight 234, from Chicago." "Good. Now we can try and get some help from the airline, too! Now what about your parents, are they at home in Chicago, where we could call them?" "No, sir," she replied. "They were taking a flight to a different place on a holiday. They wanted to be alone, so they were sending me here to be with my Aunt and Uncle for two weeks." The arrival of their food interrupted the conversation for the moment, and they both began to eat, Karen showing signs of being more than a little hungry. Regardless, she was eating now, so he stopped worrying. She had asked to have a coke, but Brian had insisted that milk was better for her, and had ordered a glass of milk for her. She was drinking it without complaint. While they ate, Brian asked Karen if she knew where her Aunt and Uncle lived. The only answer she could give was in Jamaica. She had no further information. Brian asked to see her plane ticket, and any other papers she had. Karen showed them to him, including her passport, and Brian examined them for any clues as to her relatives or her family that might have helped with the problem. The only benefit he got was her return flight date and time, and that she was on an excursion that would not change the return to an earlier date. Following the meal, they went to the airline counter, and Brian explained the problem. They were willing to page the Aunt and Uncle, but could offer little more in the way of suggestions. No response came from the paging, even after a half hour wait, and several repeats of the page. Brian was running out of options, and so took Karen aside to where there were some seats. "There seems to be only one more thing I could do to help you, Karen," he told her. "I think the only thing would be to talk to the police." "Could I go home with you instead?" asked Karen. "Oh, darling," he responded. "That would be so nice, but not a very good choice. Little girls don't go home with strange men that they've known only a short time. I think you would be better off letting the police try to find your aunt and uncle, and they could find a place for you to stay until then." "I don't know the police, but you are a nice man!" she said. "I'd much rather stay with you, and I promise I wouldn't be any trouble!" "You would be no trouble at all, Karen, but I am living alone right now, and wouldn't even have a lady friend to care for you." Even as he spoke, Karen was trying to hold back her tears, but they finally broke through as she sat there shaking and crying. Brian took her up into his arms, and held her while the tears abated. Finally, Karen quieted down, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to do that. Please let me go home with you. I really won't be any trouble to you sir!" "You don't even know my name, and you want to go home with me," he said. "My name is Brian, darling...Brian Burns. Alright, I will take you home with me, but we will try and work from there to find your Aunt and Uncle. If we can't, then we may still have to call the police, and have them try." "Thanks Mr. Burns," she said. "I think you are the greatest!" With her little hand in his, they left the airport, located his car, and once it had aired out from the built up heat, got in and he drove to his home. From his home, Brian tried looking up the names on the voters list for the last election. He had been an active participant in the political system back then, and had the entire list on a compact disc which he could use in his computer for a search. The names were not located anywhere on the list, even with all the possible permutations he could think of. Finally he gave up the search and headed for the kitchen to get some supper for his guest and himself. Karen was sent off into the bathroom to wash up before supper, and he continued the preparations, taking advantage of having left over Chinese food from when his girlfriend had her final meal on the island. By the time Karen returned, the table was almost completely set, and the food was in the microwave oven, being warmed. Handing her the final items needed on the table, he sent her to put them out, while he took the hot dishes from the oven, and dished them out. Placing them on the table, they sat down and enjoyed a meal with each other for company. Even as leftovers, the food was good. While eating, Brian had engaged Karen in light conversation, often saying things in a way that made her smile. She was willing to open up a little more now, and feel a lot more comfortable with her host. Finally, she offered the comment, "I think I'd rather spend the two weeks with you, Uncle Brian, than with my Aunt and Uncle. I couldn't pay you, but it would only be the two weeks until I could fly back and meet my Mom and Dad. They could pay you to keep me for the two weeks, I think." "I'm not looking for money, darling," he told her. "Actually, I am beginning to like the idea of having you stay here for the two weeks. It would be nice for me to have your company. The only problem is that little girls don't stay with grown men. I could get into a lot of trouble, and even go to jail!" "Well, I don't see how," she stated. "It seems no one is looking for me, and I certainly wouldn't report you doing anything wrong, so if you got me back on the plane home, you wouldn't have any problems." "Alright, Karen," he said. "You can stay overnight, but I am going to try and find some way to find your Aunt and Uncle tomorrow. There is a spare bedroom, and you can sleep in there tonight." "Thank you, Uncle Brian," she said as she ran over to throw her arms around his neck. "You are the best, and I'm so glad you saw me at the airport. I'm not scared any more!" she declared. She then started kissing him all over his face, taking in both of his cheeks and forehead, until finally she placed one on his lips. "Kissing like that is not appropriate, Karen," he told her. Now I want you to go back to the bathroom, and bathe. You will find soap beside the bathtub, and the towels hanging nearest the tub are for guests, so you can use one of them. A cloth is there with the towel. Okay?" "Sure, Uncle Brian," she replied. "Thanks, and I think I love you!" With that, she turned and headed to the bathroom to do as she had been told. Some twenty minutes later, Brian was sitting in the living room watching a little television when he heard Karen from behind him. "Could you tell me which room I am supposed to be in?" she asked. Brian stood up to go and show her, and came to an abrupt halt, for she was standing at the door, completely naked. His eyes quickly took in the two small bumps of breasts she was growing, and the hairless crotch down below, as well as the width of the space between her legs. "Why are you naked, Karen?" he asked. "I didn't know which room or where my suitcase was to get out my nightgown," she explained. "Are you angry with me?" "No darling," he told her. "It is just so inappropriate to see a girl your age, walking around naked. Aren't you afraid of what a man might do to you?" "Some men, but not you, Uncle Brian," she replied. "I trust you!" Brian got her suitcase, and took it to the spare bedroom where he planned for her to sleep that night. "There you go, darling," he said. "Get something on, and then come and we can watch a little television before bed, and maybe talk a little more." "Would you stay with me while I get dressed, Uncle Brian?" she asked. "I don't mind if you see me, and I like you being with me." "You are certainly nice enough to look at, Karen," he said, "but it just isn't appropriate for me to see you naked. That is the kind of thing that makes it unsafe to have little girls in the care of grown men. Now you find your nightgown, put it on, and then come back to the living room. I'll see you there." He left her alone to do as he had instructed, and took the opportunity to fix the erection in his pants so it was not quite so obvious, hoping she had not noticed. She did look sweet! Brian sat in his favourite easy chair and turned the television to a program that he suspected Karen would like. A few minutes later, she emerged, wearing a nightgown that barely came down to her upper thighs. It was not a thick material, and when she stepped in front of the television, he could see her silhouette completely through the gown. Instead of all the seating choices available, Karen came over and squeezed herself next to him. Brian shifted over to the side of his chair, and made enough room for her. The television show Brian had selected did suit Karen, and she laughed openly at the appropriate points for it was a situation comedy. Brian, on the other hand, entertained himself with enjoying the little girl sitting at his side, and recalled her standing there naked, as well as the few minutes he had been with her while she remained that way. When a commercial came on the television, she turned over on her side, and wrapped her arm around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder. Brian put his arm around her, resting it on the bottom of her nightgown, and the upper part of her thigh, as that was where it reached. He could feel the little breast pressed against his belly, but made no mention of it. When the show returned, Karen turned her head to see the screen, but remained where she was. After sitting that way for a few minutes, Brian began rubbing the skin of her upper thigh with his fingers, marveling at the soft smoothness of her skin. She seemed to like him doing that, and cuddled in a little closer to him. Soon his entire hand was on her thigh, and rubbing it gently as she lay there apparently enjoying both the show and his touch. By the time the next commercial came on, he was making wide circles on her thigh, and had gone up under her nightgown, almost to her hip. "That feels nice, Uncle Brian," she said to him. "I like the way you are touching me." "You have very nice, smooth skin, darling," he told her. "You are a very big temptation, though." "Just don't stop, please, Uncle Brian," she said. "It is making me feel real good." Brian did continue to rub his hand on her smooth soft skin, and allowed it to drift a little wider. When he was down at the back, he realized he was touching the bottom of her little bum and he had not detected any panties. Sliding his hand further, he ended up with his hand over the crack of her bum and there were still no panties. "Where are your panties, Karen?" he asked her. "I didn't put any on, Uncle Brian," she answered. "Please keep rubbing." "You want me to rub all the way up here?" he asked with his hand on her crack. "Please, Uncle Brian," she replied. "It feels so good to have your hand there." Brian did continue rubbing her little bum, enjoying the intimacy, of the contact, and knowing it was not what he should be doing. As he continued, her nightgown was pushed up enough by his rubbing so he could see her butt as well as touch it. He explored all around the bottom edges where it became her leg, and ran his fingers up the crack, without pushing them in between. Karen responded by pushing her face up enough to give him another kiss on his lips, a kiss that he returned. "Is that a signal that you want me to stop, Karen?" he asked. "No, Uncle Brian," she said. "Please don't stop, but do it as much as you want. I love how it makes me feel." "I have to admit, I'm enjoying it too, Karen, so if you don't mind, I will continue feeling you little bare bum." "Thank you, Uncle Brian," she said. "I know you like it, and I love it, so do it as much as you want." "How do you know I like it," he asked as he rubbed even firmer. "Because of this," she said as she placed her hand against where his erection was positioned. "I hoped you wouldn't see that," he told her. "Well, I'm glad touching me makes it hard like this," she said as she rubbed up and down the shaft with her little hand. "I want to stay here all night long!" she exclaimed. "Not a comfortable place to spend a night, darling," he said. "Could we go into your bedroom then?" she asked. "Anyplace, just as long as you keep touching me." "You would be willing to go into my bedroom and lay on my bed, knowing I'm going to touch your bare bum, and that I have a hard penis?" he asked. "Doesn't that scare you?" "Nope!" she replied. Karen got up, followed by Brian as he turned off the television. As he headed towards his bedroom, he turned off the living room lights, turning on his room lights as they entered. Karen let go of his hand, went around to the far side of his bed, and sat down. Lifting her nightgown from the bottom, she slipped it off, and then lay face down on the bed, and waited for what was to come. As he stretched out on the near side of the bed, she asked, "Aren't you going to get undressed for bed before you start that again?" Brian got up, removed all but his boxer shorts, and then lay back down beside her. "Please make sure I get on the plane to go home in two weeks, Uncle Brian," she asked. "I'm all yours until then!" Brian leaned forward, draping himself over her at about her waist, putting her bum only inches from his face. With two hands, he began taking hold of her cheeks, rubbing and kneading them, and then spreading the cheeks apart to look at her little asshole. "You are so sweet, Karen," he told her. "It is really nice to be able to see and touch the bare bum of such a young, sweet little girl," he added. "I'm glad you like it because so do I," she replied. "I washed down there real good, so I know it is as clean as I can get it." Brian leaned forward and placed a firm kiss on both the cheeks, and then returned to kneading them some more. Karen spread her feet apart as he continued, and expanded his coverage to include the backs of her thighs, as well as both sides of her hips. Then he placed a hand at the top of her crack and slid it down the crack very slowly, all the way down between her legs, and over her vulva. As he reached near the top of her vulva, she lifted off the bed to allow him to get there. When he came back, he ran one finger inside the crack, over her clitoris, then ever so slightly into her very wet vaginal opening, then continued all the way over her asshole, and back to the top of her ass crack. While he was in contact with her clitoris, and vaginal opening, she was moaning softly. "Do that again, Please, Uncle Brian," she begged. "That was so sexy and nice!" Brian repeated the exercise, going the other way, but reaching all the way to the front, and then started coming back again. When he reached her vaginal opening, he pressed it inside, and felt around, all the way to the back wall. "You are still a virgin, Karen," he said. "Until you break it, Uncle Brian," she said. "I know you will be gentle!" "Are you willing to turn over and let me see your front again?" he asked. She responded by doing as he asked, putting her vulva as close as her butt had been to his face. Leaning forward, Brian planted a kiss on her naked vulva right at the top part of her slot. As he pressed his lips firmly against it, she moaned with satisfaction. Reaching down to put his hands on her legs just above the back of her knees, he lifted up bringing her feet up on the bed close to her bottom. While she had them slightly spread, he used his head pressing between them to get her to spread her knees wide apart, and giving him full access to her crotch. He continued to kiss her exposure for many long minutes, starting with her now exposed clitoris, and then moving down to her vaginal opening. Karen was responding by moaning with the feeling it gave her, and holding onto the bed linen with both her little fists. He did not stop until she had reached a sexual climax, and started crying out openly as the sensations coursed throughout her body. "Oh, Uncle Brian!" she exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like that in my entire life! Wow!" Brian got up from leaning over her, and came up to where he could see her face. He didn't have to lean forward to kiss her, for she leaned into him. As they held their lips together, he pushed her mouth open and they were kissing open mouthed. It didn't take long for his tongue to enter her mouth, and after a few moments, she pushed her tongue out and into his mouth, rubbing them together. Brian guided her onto her back, and then started examining her breasts, beginning with his hand to explore and knead them gently. Each of them went into his mouth and was sucked, while his tongue played with her little nipple, while Karen watched carefully what he was doing to her. Moving down from there, he kissed her all the way from her breasts, down over her navel and her soft little belly, until once again he arrived at the top of her vulva. To get better access to her crotch, Brian shifted around on the bed, and then returning to kiss and lick the vitals between her legs. Karen reached out and found the way to get her hand into the opening on his boxer shorts, and wrapped her hand around his very hard penis. When Brian felt something warm and wet on his penis, he looked around to find Karen holding it in her mouth and sucking on it. He returned to her crotch, licking and kissing her, stopping only to take a deep breath and then return again. Once again, she climaxed, clamping down on his penis firmly, but not enough to hurt. As soon as she was coming down from the high point, Brian pulled away from her, getting up to stand beside the bed, and then guided her to her feet. Taking her hand in his, he led her without a word into his kitchen. Pointing to a kitchen cupboard door, he said, "Two bowls, and two spoons," shifting his pointing to a drawer. While she got those things out, he opened the freezer portion of his fridge, and removed a bucket of ice cream. Once the dishes were filled, and the bucket returned to the freezer, they went into the dinette beside the kitchen, and they sat down to eat their ice cream, exchanging smiles between them. "You know that this is the danger that you are exposed to when you talk to strangers," Brian said to her. "This is not supposed to happen, especially to a sweet little girl that is so young." "Then I guess I'm not going to worry about talking to strangers again," she said. "You were the one that rescued me when I was so scared. Look at how nice you are treating me, when my parents have deserted me to visit Paris together." "But I thought you were supposed to link up with your aunt and uncle for a nice vacation in a beautiful place like Jamaica. That has got to be a nice way to spend a vacation." "They don't even have a phone, and Uncle Delano likes to spank me too much," she said. "I think he just likes to see my bare bum, 'cause I never do things so bad that mean I should get a spanking." "So you have been here before?" he asked her. "Yea! The last time my Mom and Dad were here too, but when they went on a trip to visit other family, they left me behind, and I ended up getting at least one spanking each day they were gone. It was three days before they came back." "Did you tell them about the spankings?" he asked. "Sure, but Mom just yelled at me, and said I shouldn't do things to make her brother mad!" she reported. "I don't think she even tried to understand me at all. Another thing is that I had to bathe out behind the house, using a bucket. Uncle Delano always seemed to be out back at the same time, and I had to let him see me naked every day while I was there. My cousins often got to see me, too. Dwayne came out and watched me several times, and I couldn't do anything about it." "It does sound that they were exploiting you, darling," he told her. "I guess I shouldn't talk, because I'm doing the same thing with you." "But you have been so nice to me, and I don't mind you doing what you have done. You make me feel real nice with everything you do. I bet you wouldn't have done anything if I hadn't come out without my clothes for you to see me. I'd probably have been sleeping in the other bed right now, all alone." "Frankly, that is true, Karen," he told her. "That first look at you naked was very special, and I am glad you did come out that way." "So am I!" she exclaimed. "What you are doing to me feels real nice, and I feel lucky to have found such a nice man to teach me all about sex. The only thing is I only have two weeks to spend with you, and then I have to go home again. I wish it could be longer!" "Two weeks can be a long time, and a lot can happen in that time, darling," he told her. "Well, I guess I am going to be guilty of criminal assault of a minor child, because I do believe you are going to be raped before you leave." "I thought rape was when a man forces a girl into sex, and when she wants it, it is called making love." "When the girl is under the age of consent, it automatically is called rape, darling," he explained. "The age of consent in Jamaica is sixteen, and you certainly aren't sixteen yet." "I'm nearly ten and a half," she exclaimed. "I guess I am going to be raped then, but I won't be reporting it to anyone. You can do whatever you want with me for the two weeks, because I know you will be gentle and good to me. After that, I don't know if I will ever get to see you again." "Chances are you won't, darling," he admitted to her. "I guess we will have to make the best of it for as long as we have to be together." "When I get home, I am going to save my plane ticket for the rest of my life. The day I flew here will be the day I lost my virginity, and it will always be a special time for me, because I will always love you, Uncle Brian." "Something tells me I will always love you, too, Karen," he told her. "You will always be one of the brightest times in my life!" "We are finished the ice cream, so shall we go and let me get raped?" she asked. "I think you should have saved the ice cream until afterwards, though." "There is more ice cream for later if you want, darling," he told her. Stopping in mid stride, he turned her around threw his arms around her, lifting her off the floor against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his body and her arms around his neck, reaching forward to kiss him even before he kissed her as he had originally intended. "I really am in love with you, sweetheart!" he exclaimed. "You must know that I love you too, Uncle Brian," she exclaimed. "I know that you will have to hurt me at first, so don't worry, I'm ready when you are." Brian looked at the young little girl naked in his arms and had to marvel at the feelings she gave him, apart from the sexual feelings he had for her. He had to marvel at the closeness that had formed, and the sweet worldliness of her sweet innocence as she offered herself to him. Removing his penis from the cover of his boxer shorts, he pointed it at her vaginal opening, and allowed her to slip down onto it. When it was against the barrier of her cherry, she gritted her teeth together, and let her weight press down onto his penis, crying out when it went through the barrier, and removed her virginity. He held her still until the expression of pain disappeared from her face. "So, is that it?" she asked. "Was that all the hurt finished?" "There might be just a little more when we start moving again, Karen," he told her. "The worst is certainly done and over with." Karen gritted her teeth once again, and allowed the weight of her body to further impale her on his penis, ending up with it totally buried inside her, and even on up into her cervix deep up inside her. "That wasn't so bad," she reported. "You were right, though, 'cause it did hurt a little," she added. "I think it would be a good idea to let me come out, and to rest for a little before we do anything else," he suggested. "We probably need to clean up down there a little too," he added. "It does feel a little sore, so if you don't mind, I would like to come off, just for a little bit though. Even while it hurts, it feels nice to be filled up down there." Brian pulled her up enough for his penis to drop out, and then set her down on her feet. Kneeling down, he looked at her crotch, and at himself, both of which he found were stained with blood, along with the front of his boxer shorts. Taking her hand, he led her into the bathroom, got a cloth wet, and began cleaning up her first, and then himself. Removing his shorts completely, he was about to put them in the water but stopped before they got wet. "I think I'm going to leave these stained as a special way to remember this day," he told her. When they are dry, I will put them away, and only wear them when I want to remember this moment of this day." Karen smiled, looked at her hands, and said, "I know I will remember this day for the rest of my life, Uncle Brian. When I am old enough to travel on my own, I'm coming back to find you, and see if you are still interested in me." "I don't know what the future holds for either of us, Karen, but I want to keep in touch with you after you return home. You are so special, and I really am loving you more every minute I spend with you. Man, I'm so lucky to have found you earlier! This is so hard to believe!" "Me too!" she declared. "I bet I would have had a spanking already if I had been at my Uncle's place!" "Probably with Dwayne watching," he added. "From what you have told me, I don't think you would have been a virgin when you returned home." "I agree!" she declared. "This is so much better, and is my choice, not somebody I didn't want to do it with. You are right about the love, too! Every minute I spend with you, I feel closer, more and more." For the entire two weeks, Brian and Karen enjoyed sex with each other on multiple occasions each day, even on the days he took her out and around to see some of the country. This was something she would not have done in the care of her Aunt and Uncle, and invariably meant they had a good time with each other. Included in the events were several hours at a beach, attending a live theatre comedy presentation which left Karen laughing over it for days. The hard part was the day he had to put her back on the plane, and the best two weeks of his life were over. They did have each other's names, addresses and telephone numbers, but it was unlikely they would ever use them, other than as reminders of their happy times together.