{ASST} Willing_Gift  {Mr_Ed} (Mg, interr, 1st, cons, anal, span)

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.


Willing Gift          by: Mr. Ed

Bruce had noticed how Stephanie seemed to be hanging 
around close to him from the first time they met.  
Partly he knew the youngster was probably curious 
about his white skin, although she seemed to be 
unusually fair for a black skinned girl.  Regardless, 
it was very flattering that she did, and he allowed 
himself to enjoy her presence.

It was the afternoon of the third day in Jamaica that 
he was relaxing on the back veranda of the house, 
using the shade it offered and the slight breeze that 
came by every once in awhile to keep cool.  That was 
when he noticed Stephanie going out to the little 
place beside the outhouse that they all used to bathe.

Built mostly of boards, it did not provide the best 
level of privacy in the world, but when she removed 
her clothes it was outside of the shower stall in 
plain view from where he was sitting.  She even 
glanced over at him showing her full front before she 
entered the shower stall, and showed her bare bum in 
so doing.  Not bothering to close the cloth that hung 
over the entry door, she proceeded to bathe in plain 
view of his seat, and he found it was hard to look 
away.

When she reached down to scrub her crotch, she was 
facing directly his way, and did it as he watched, 
even looking up to smile at him.  As she rinsed 
herself off, she made sure she did a good job on her 
crotch in particular.  Then she took up the towel she 
had carried there, dried herself off lightly, and 
wrapped it around herself before she headed towards 
his seat, and the house.

"Maybe, if you're not busy, you could do my back for 
me tomorrow," she said as she passed beside him.

Reaching out, he took hold of her arm to stop her.  
"That was a real privilege to see you while you were 
bathing, Stephanie.  Thank you, and you are one very 
beautiful girl."

"Thanks, Uncle Bruce," as he had become known.  "Can I 
come back when I'm dressed?"

"Would you, please do that?" he requested.  The smile 
on her face said she'd be back soon.

Less than ten minutes later, Stephanie rejoined him, 
taking a seat and pulling it over so she could be 
closer to him.  She had dressed in a loose fitting top 
that had been cut off to expose her midriff, and a 
short skirt.  As she sat down, Bruce had a clear look 
at the crotch of her panties underneath.

"Please tell me you don't normally bathe so others can 
see you, Stephanie," he requested.

"I never worry if it's just the people in the yard, 
Uncle Bruce, but am careful about others seeing me."

"Well don't you think I should be one of those 
'others' that you protect yourself from?" he asked.

"No way!" she exclaimed.  "You're living here for now, 
and besides which I've fallen in love with you.  You 
can see or do anything you want to me."

"Oh, my dear little sweetheart," he responded, taking 
her hand in his.  "What a wonderful thing it is to 
hear you say that!  Thank you!"

"Well it's true," she said as she came over to sit on 
his lap.  "I loved you from the first time I saw you!"

"Got yourself some company, did you Uncle Bruce," said 
his wife as she approached.  "Listen, let Stephanie 
keep you company for awhile.  I'm going to walk up the 
road to see my brother living up there.  You remember 
Gen, the one you met yesterday?"

"One of the few that can talk so I can understand," he 
mentioned.  "Say hello for me, and tell him I'll buy 
him a beer or something if we meet at the shop later."

"He'd like that, Bruce," she replied.  "Behave 
yourself, Stephanie.  Later."

When she had left, nobody else was in evidence by 
sound or sight in the yard.  Suddenly he found himself 
alone with an eleven year old girl that had started 
puberty, and professed to love him.  He gave her a 
smile, pulled her little face to him and kissed her on 
her lips.

"That was because I am falling in love with you too, 
Stephanie," he told her.

"Tell me what it's like living in foreign," she 
requested.

Leaning back, Bruce started to tell her about things 
that were different in his home compared to living in 
Jamaica.  She leaned over after the first little bit, 
accepted the support of his hand on her leg, and 
rested her head on his shoulder.  Once in awhile she 
would ask a question about what he had told her, but 
mostly just sat there listening to his words while his 
hand caressed her outer thigh.

Stephanie was slight for her age, and probably would 
end up rather tall for a girl.  Compared to his six 
feet of height, she would always be short, but would 
get a little higher to his chin than most.  When he 
happened to look down to watch her expression, he 
would invariably get a look at one, if not both of her 
little breasts, and went on with what he was 
describing.

"You know what I'd like most of all, Uncle Bruce?" she 
asked.

"What's that?" he questioned.

"To go and live up there with you and Auntie Herman," 
she reported.  (Auntie Herman was a pet name his wife 
had in Jamaica.)

"You'd leave your Mom and Dad to move up there with 
us?" he questioned.

"They'd like me to," she said.  "They even got my 
papers so I could if you decided you liked me enough 
to take me."

"Now this sounds like a conspiracy," he told her.  "Is 
this something you have planned with your parents?"

"They asked me if I'd like to, but never anything 
else," she replied.  "Now that I met you, I'm glad I 
said that I would."

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be trying to help 
Auntie Herman to get to know you better if that's the 
case?" he questioned.

"You're the man to make that decision, and I love you 
the most," she reported.

"We make decisions like that together," he told her.  
"A man and a woman must work together to make life the 
best it can be."

"I talked to her yesterday, and she said it would be 
up to you," stated Stephanie.

"Then we'll talk about it later," he told her.

Things grew quiet for the next while, and Bruce 
continued to caress her leg, even to the point of 
going up under her skirt just a little.  When she 
turned a little to shift position, he wrapped one arm 
around her midriff, and the other hand changed to 
caressing her inner thigh of the other leg.

"I could stay like this forever," she told him 
quietly.

"I shouldn't be touching you like this I suppose," he 
told her.

"Please don't stop, Uncle Bruce," she requested.  
"This is wonderful!"

"Even on the inside of your pretty leg?" he asked.  
She spread her legs open a little more.  "Looks like 
you are being a bad girl," he said very quietly.

"Nobody can see us out here," she whispered back to 
him.

"You are being a bad girl," he confirmed.  "How about 
I put you over my knees the other way and warm that 
little bum of yours?"

"You could do that too," she said.  "I know you are 
strong but I could bare it."

"This crotch of yours should be for a much younger 
man," he told her as he caressed her panty crotch.

"I don't love any younger man," she countered.  "I 
love you!"

Bruce slid his hand up from her midriff under her top, 
onto a bare breast, while he found the elastic of her 
panties, and pulled it off from covering her crotch.  
She turned her face up and kissed him as he fondled 
her gently.

"This could put me in jail," he told her.

"Not for me," she said.  "I'd lie to protect you."

"You are beautiful," he confirmed.  "If I can have 
anything to do with it, you will be going back with 
us," he told her.  "This is too sweet to give up any 
chance of doing to you."

"Rub there just a little more," she pleaded.  "I'm 
going to come!"

Seconds later, Stephanie was in the midst of a climax 
at his hands.


That night the matter of Stephanie was talked about, 
and he agreed that if all her papers were in order, 
he'd get a plane ticket for her to travel with back to 
Canada with them.  Then they took the time to make 
love, and he worried about how loud she was as it took 
place.  His wife had always enjoyed good sex with him, 
and she seemed to really accept it this time as if it 
was extra special.


Two days later, Stephanie wanted to show him 
something.  She had been like a shadow before, but now 
she stuck by him and even waited at the outhouse door 
for him while he used the pit toilet.  Now she was his 
guide, a reversal of their usual roles.  Bruce was 
enjoying the trip for it was into the brush she was 
taking him, and his first time away from the community 
where they were staying.  Regardless of his guide 
knowing where they were going, he still utilized his 
skills to mark their trail so he could always retrace 
his steps if he had to.

Finally they emerged at the side of a cliff.  Down 
below was the community they had left awhile ago, and 
he could clearly see the house, and even the miniature 
people moving about the yard, one of them being his 
wife.  The view was spectacular and they could 
overlook miles of hills and trees miles into the 
distance.  Having such a view was enough to justify 
all the expenses he had incurred by coming to Jamaica.  
It was a beautiful country, and so were the people he 
had already met.

"When you've seen enough, Uncle Bruce, there's 
something more to show you," offered Stephanie as she 
clung to his arm.  Her little leg was pressed tight to 
his.

"Maybe we better go now, for I don't think I'd ever 
get tired of such a grand view," he told her.  "After 
we see what you've got to show me, I just might want 
to come back here."

"Sure, Uncle Bruce," she agreed as she placed her arm 
around his waist.

"Since we are so far away from everybody, when we get 
somewhere further in, I'm going to give my little girl 
a giant hug and a few kisses," he told her.

"Best news of the day," she responded, accepting his 
arm around her shoulders.

"The place I want to show you isn't far, and very 
private," she reported.

"You're really getting close to me now, Stephanie," he 
said.  "I just might want to touch you like I did a 
few days ago."

"I wanted to show you up here so you could do that as 
much as you want, Uncle Bruce," she explained.  "It's 
really private, and if you did want to spank me, 
nobody would hear me no matter how much I cried."

"I have no desire to spank my little Stephanie's bum," 
he said.  "I might just give it a kiss though.  Thank 
you for telling me each day when you are going to 
bathe so I can watch you.  I enjoy seeing you naked."

"That's why I brought you up here," she said.  
"There's the empty house, and you can see all you want 
for a long time today."

Too surprised to say anything, he was led to and into 
the empty house.  It was not totally empty, however, 
for there in one corner was a bed, the mattress turned 
up against the wall near where the frame lay.  
Stephanie pulled away from him, went and pulled the 
mattress down onto the base, and he helped her 
straighten it out.  Then she stripped off her clothes 
right in front of him.

"There's nobody around for miles and miles, Uncle 
Bruce," she said.  "You can rape me, spank me, touch 
me, or do anything you want to me, and only you and I 
will ever know!  I swear I'll never tell anyone, Uncle 
Bruce!"

"To have sex with a young girl of your age would be a 
dream come true for me, Stephanie," he admitted to 
her.  "It's a pretty serious step for you especially."

"It's okay, Uncle Bruce," she assured him.  "I know 
this time will hurt, and that's okay too.  I want to 
have sex with you!"

"That makes me the luckiest man alive," he told her as 
he went over to her beside the bed.  "Let me get 
undressed so we can be seeing each other."

Bruce undressed, setting his clothes over the bed 
foot, taking off each piece in turn until he finally 
revealed his erect penis that he would use to rape 
this eleven year old girl.  When he turned to let her 
see, she knelt down on the floor and took it into her 
hand, and then into her mouth.  The naked eleven year 
old gave him a full and complete blow job right there 
beside the bed, and swallowed his entire discharge 
when he climaxed.

For the next half an hour, Stephanie lay on the bed, 
had her bum caressed, kissed, spread open and her 
asshole felt up by his finger going all the way up 
inside her.  Then it was over onto her back for his 
exploration of her front, with no hesitation when he 
wanted to look up inside of her.  His finger going in 
behind her hymen gave her a climax that she enjoyed 
better than any before.  She was fully ready when he 
brought his penis to her opening, and used it to 
remove her virginity.  With a whimper, she lost it, 
and lay with him deep inside her while she recovered 
from the burning sensation she felt.

When the burning had eased, she then was made to cry 
out time and time again, for he spent nearly five 
minutes inside her cunt, raping her without restraint.  
She had been claimed and belonged to him, and was 
happy for it to be so.

"You might not enjoy the next part quite as much, 
Stephanie," he warned her while they lay side by side 
recovering from the rape.

"I've liked everything up to now," she pointed out.

"The next thing I'm going to do to you, is claim your 
little baby ass as mine," he explained.  "I'm going to 
rape you in your ass, sweetheart."

"Is that going to hurt?" she asked.

"Very likely," he admitted.  "The more open you keep 
it, the easier it is going to be for you."

"So I should push out like when I'm have a do-do," she 
suggested.

"It would certainly help, sweetheart," he confirmed.  
"I'll get you up on your knees, and bent over so your 
butt is up in the air.  Then I'll go in the front 
hole, get wet from it, and then push it into your 
asshole."

"You think it will fit?" she asked.  "You're pretty 
big!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to make it fit, even if it 
hurts you," he told her.  "I may never get another 
chance to rape a sweet little girl like you, so I'm 
going to force you if I have to."

"You won't have to force me, Uncle Bruce," she 
promised.  "I told you anything, and that's what I 
meant, even if it hurts."

"There's one more part that you certainly won't like," 
he told her.  "When I have your sweet little bare bum 
up in the air, I'm going to get you excited by giving 
you a spanking.  Some of the times the spanking will 
be on your bum, and others on your sweet little cunt."

"Nobody will hear me crying, Uncle Bruce, so do it as 
hard as you want."

"Okay, my little sweetheart, it's time now.  Up on 
your knees, bend forward until your breasts are on the 
mattress, and feel what it's like to get a real 
spanking and a raped asshole."

Stephanie did get up as instructed, but found the 
spanking was nothing near what he had suggested.  When 
his fingers hit her vulva, it did sting enough for her 
to cry out, but it could have hurt a lot more.  Then 
he shoved his penis back up into her cunt, and that 
was good.  She climaxed quickly, and after she wet his 
cock more, it came out and slipped into her asshole 
easily.  Pushing out did make it easier, and Stephanie 
found she liked the feeling of his cock up her ass...it 
made her feel totally sexy!  Even when he pushed her 
down flat on the bed with his weight, it was not too 
bad, and she was aware of his seed filling her rectum.  
When it was pulled out two minutes later, she felt the 
loss of it, for she liked how it had been.

"You told me it would be so much worse than that," she 
reported.

"It prepared you and made you co-operate with me so it 
wouldn't be as bad as I said.  Instead I think you 
rather enjoyed it."

"Even the spanking," she reported.  "A real spanking 
on my cunt would hurt, but you never did give me a 
real spanking."

"How could I do that to my little princess?" he asked.  
"I do love you, Stephanie.  No matter how bad I've 
been in taking advantage of you, I do love you!"

"I knew that before, but know it better now, Uncle 
Bruce.  I know I sure love you with all my heart!"

"As much as I never want this to end, we need to get 
dressed and back to the house," he advised her.

"I hate that idea, but know you are right, Uncle 
Bruce," she agreed.


They were not to get another time together like that 
until they were in Canada, and even then it was nearly 
a month after they arrived.  Stephanie had settled in 
rather well, but was still learning a lot as the days 
rolled by.  Happy?  There was almost no doubt about 
that, other than the few minutes it took to say 
goodbye to her parents at the airport.  She certainly 
knew she was better off than she had been in Jamaica.