{ASS} Wounded and Scared {by: Mr_Ed} (mg, 1st, cons) DISCLAIMER: The following story is factitious, and is provided for purposes of personal entertainment to the reader that would enjoy reading such content. Should stories of children discovering sex be considered as offensive, please do not read any further. If you are not at or over the age of majority, it should not be read, for the relationship should not provide the guidance and additional information, such as responsibility, that should accompany parental instructions. Should you not be able to find your answers in any other way, then seek out an adult that can be trusted, and ask them to answer your questions. Wounded and Scared by: Mr. Ed Bruce had just arrived at school, and had not yet seen any of his friends to join for a little fun before classes began for the day. Looking around to try and find them, he saw a girl crouched down against the wall of the school, and she was sobbing deeply. Nobody else seemed to be near her, and indeed, it looked like those passing nearby were deliberately going out of their way to move around her. Bruce had seen her about the school yard before, but didn't know much about her, and for the life of him, he could not remember her name. Regardless, he knew she needed a friend right now, and went over to her, sitting down at her side. "I can see something is bothering you, and wondered if I could be any help," he said. "Nobody can help me," she declared, "but I'd be glad if you would sit with me for a couple of minutes, Bruce." "I'd be happy to sit with you," he said, "but you have an advantage on me. I'm sorry, I can't remember your name for the life of me." "Susan," she told him. "You have no reason to know my name, but now I know why you are the most popular guy in the school. Every girl must know your name, and hope you would speak to them." "I'm glad you think I'm so popular, but that doesn't explain why you are so upset," observed Bruce. "Could you at least give me a hint about why you were crying?" "Lift up my tube top under my blouse at the back, and you will see for yourself," she said as she turned her back towards him. "Please be careful, though...pull out instead of sliding it up." Now the idea of exposing a part of a girl, even her back, was a bit of a surprise to him. Lifting the blouse first, he pulled the tube top out and then up. Across her back was a red welt, with one spot bleeding a little. "My aunt gave me a beating when I asked for a little lunch money this morning," she offered. "Come on, Susan," he ordered. "That can't stay like that, and you would waste your time if you went to classes feeling the pain of that." "You can't tell anybody," she exclaimed with fear in her eyes. "Please, Bruce. It's better if you didn't tell anybody." "Listen to me, Susan," he said as he turned to face her. "I have people I trust to do the right thing, and can help you to feel better. I know you don't know me well enough to know you can trust me, but please give me a chance to try and help you. I promise, everything will work out alright." "I want to trust you, Bruce, and I know how everybody thinks about you. If you tell anybody, I may not have a place to live. They at least give me food and send me to school, even if it is to get rid of me for awhile." "Alright, if you are that scared, I will go and get some things to make you feel better, and come back and fix you up, if you will let me." "You won't tell anyone?" she asked. "I won't tell anyone for the moment," he assured her. "I'll wait right here for you," she declared. Going into the school, Bruce headed for the nurse's office. When he entered, he was greeted with surprise. "What brings you here, Bruce?" asked the nurse. "You hurt yourself?" "A friend of mine got a beating this morning, and needs to have the wounds taken care of. She is too scared to come and see you, so I would like to borrow some rubbing alcohol, some medicine to heal a cut, and a bandage to put on it." "Don't tell me Susan got it again," exclaimed the nurse. "I promised to not tell who it was, Ma'am," said Bruce. "You know about it?" "This is not the first time, but she is too afraid of not having a place to live for her to talk to me," she reported. "Maybe you could fix her up, and try to talk to her. I'd do my best to help her, not make things bad for her." "I tried already, but she was so scared. I figured it I fixed her sores up, she might begin to trust me, Ma'am. For sure, I want someone to help her, even if she doesn't want any help. I gave my word though for this time, and must keep it." "As always, I like how you think, Bruce," she said. "Here are the rubbing alcohol and the first aid cream, some pieces of gauze to use to clean and put on the ointment with, and a bandage to cover the broken wound. Take her into the room next to my office, and I'll make sure nobody bothers you. I'll speak to your teacher as well, in case you are late for class." "There's one more favour I'd like to ask," reported Bruce. "Could you get me permission to go home, and talk to my Mom? I know she'd be willing to help, and know what to do." "Sure I would do that for you, Bruce," she confirmed. "You have a heart and understanding far beyond your years. Go talk to your Mom, and see what you can do for her. Susan doesn't deserve to be treated the way she is." "Thanks, Ma'am!" declared Bruce as he took off at a run, anxious to get back to Susan. Susan was reluctant to go inside with him, but did eventually, finding out that what he had said was true, for they were not disturbed once they were in the room. She removed her blouse completely, and let him lift the back to clean and dress the area that was still red from the welt she had received there. Carefully avoiding the open spot with the rubbing alcohol, he cleaned all around it, and then added the ointment to the wound before he put the bandage over it. "Thanks, Bruce," she acknowledged. "It does make it feel better. Any chance you would do the one that hurts the most?" "Sure," he confirmed. "Show me where, and let's get it fixed up." He was not prepared for Susan lifting her tube top up to reveal one entire breast. On the underside was another welt, even more severe than the one on her back. "Can't I get the nurse to help you, Susan? I shouldn't even be seeing your breast like this." "It's okay, Bruce, but please don't tell the nurse or anyone else," she pleaded. Bruce cleaned the wound with the rubbing alcohol, and added a little of the ointment to the area, using the gauze to rub it in a little. "I don't understand how anybody could do this to you, Susan," he said as he worked. "May I ask, was it your Mom or Dad?" "They're dead," she reported. "I'm living with my aunt and uncle, and it was my aunt that beat me this morning," she reported. "I don't have any other place to live, so have to live with the beatings, no matter how much I hate them." "Nobody deserves to be beaten like this, Susan," he reported. "Get your things back on, and I'll return these things to where they belong. By the way, I hope you don't mind my saying, you have a pretty breast, and it has been a privilege to see it." "I thought I'd die when you saw it, but now, I'm glad you did, and would show you anything you wanted to see," she declared. "Not only are you the nicest looking guy, you are a really nice guy, Bruce. Thanks for all you have done for me, and if I have a chance to see you later, I hope you won't mind." "Mind?" he asked. "I'll be looking for you, Susan. We'll see each other again." The bell had rung, so Susan left to head for her class, while Bruce returned the supplies to the nurse. "I'm so proud of you, Bruce," declared the nurse as he entered her office. "I was watching how well you fixed her up, and was so impressed at how you handled the situation." "You saw what happened?" he asked. "You did exactly what you should have done to help the wounds heal. I don't want to have it well known, but yes, I can watch what happens in that room. The way you cleansed them was just fine, and putting the ointment on her breast would help it heal. Got a bit of an eyeful with that one, didn't you?" "I tried to not look too hard, but it really was so tempting and looked so nice," he said feeling guilty. "How you looked, but didn't touch any more than you had to says a lot of nice things about you, Bruce," she reported. "You don't need to feel guilty about how you saw her. Now, are you still wanting to see your mother this morning?" "My Mom is such a cool person, and she has an answer for every problem I've talked to her about. I've got to see what she feels should be done for Susan. I don't think it can wait for Susan to get another beating." "I agree, and so does the principal," said the nurse. "Off you go, but be back as soon as you can. You may be doing well in school, but we don't want that to change by missing too much class time." "Thanks, Ma'am," responded Bruce. "I don't want to miss anytime, and this is going to damage my record. I will hurry though, and come back as soon as we've finished talking." When Bruce finished explaining what had happened to his mother, there was no question about her agreement that he had done the right thing in coming to her. He was sent back to school by his mother, but she was so sure of herself, he knew she would do what was best, and he had no doubt about that at all. Returning to the classroom, he was greeted warmly by his teacher when he tried to slip into the class quietly, and was told he didn't have to explain. He was also delighted to find he had not been marked absent according to his teacher, leaving his record clean. --- About an hour after lunch, the nurse came into the classroom, and spoke to his teacher. Then, he was called out from the class once again. Outside in the hallway were two police officers, his mother, and the school principal. It was his mother that said to him, "We'd like you to do something for us, Bruce. Since she is so scared about what might happen, we feel it would be better if you went into her classroom, and brought Susan out to talk with us. We will wait in the nurse's room where you helped her this morning." "Are you going to arrest her?" asked Bruce, referring to the police officers. "Hardly," responded his mother. "Trust me, we are doing what is right to help Susan." "Okay," agreed Bruce. "You're word is all I need. How can I get to go into her classroom though?" "The teacher knows you are coming already, Bruce," said the principal. Once the hallway was empty he knocked on the door to her classroom. The teacher came out, closed the door, and kissed Bruce on the forehead, a matter of total surprise to him. "I am so proud of you, Bruce," she said. "You're our little school hero. Come on, go and get Susan, and stick with her. She feels safe with you, and only you." Bruce made his way over to where he saw Susan sitting, passing a couple of his friends that were students in that class. Sitting down beside Susan, he took hold of her hand, and said, "The person I trust most in this world is here to help you, Susan. My Mom would like to talk with you, and it's okay with your teacher if you leave with me." "Will you stay with me?" she asked. "If you want me to stay, I will," he assured her. "Come on, you'll like my Mom!" "I want you to stay, Bruce," she said. "I'm scared, even if it is your Mom. She must be nice, since you are so nice." "The best!" he assured her. Bruce waited for Susan to pack up her books, with even her teacher coming to help by picking up one that dropped off the desk. Her smile helped Susan feel a little better, but she was still visibly shaking. The curiosity of her classmates was ignored as they left the classroom and headed down the hall, Bruce carrying her school bag, and holding her hand. When they entered the room they had used before, his Mom was sitting there alone, and waiting. "Hello, Susan," she called as they entered. "I'm Bruce's Mom, and my name is Candice Burns. How would you like to sit and talk with me about what happened to you today, and see what we might be able to do to make life a little better for you?" "There's not a lot can be done, Mrs. Burns," she said. "If anything gets said, I won't have a place to live, food to eat, or even be able to go to school." "I'm not so sure about that, Susan," she said. "How long ago did you parents die?" "Two years ago," she replied, "in a car accident." "And it is your aunt and uncle that took you in?" she asked. "It wasn't because they wanted to, but they were the only family I still had, so the police almost forced them to take me to live with them. They have never wanted to have me there." "May I see the wounds you had Bruce fix this morning?" asked Mrs. Burns. "How about I go outside while you show her, Susan?" suggested Bruce. "Please stay, Bruce," requested Susan. "You're Mom is nice, but I still want you to be here. You've already seen my breast, so it's no big deal." As Susan opened her blouse, his mother was saying to her, "I'm really pleased that Bruce offered to help you, Susan. I'm very proud of him." "He's the nicest guy in the entire school, Ma'am," she responded. "Everybody likes him, especially the older girls. It was almost worth getting the beating this morning just so I could meet him." "Well, you've met me now, so from this day on, we are friends, Susan," he told her. "That is a nasty wound, Susan," said his mother as she showed her the one on her back. "What was used to hurt you like that?" "A belt," she said. "I think the buckle caught me where the bandage is, and that's why it was bleeding. "This one is still burning," she added as she lifted her tube top off the one breast. Mrs. Burns reached over to take up the same tube of ointment that Bruce had used, and applied a little more to the underside of the breast just as Bruce had done. As it was being put on, the top slipped up off the other breast, leaving them both exposed to Bruce and his mother. "Damn, you are so pretty, Susan!" declared Bruce. "I'm sorry, and I know I shouldn't have said anything, but I am so privileged to be able to see them. Wow!" "I'd be worried about you if you didn't like to see them, Bruce," said his mother. "Okay, Susan, fix back your clothes, and we will talk some more." Susan fixed her tube top, put her blouse back on over it, and looked at Bruce's Mom for a few moments before she wrapped herself to her front. "Thank you, Mrs. Burns," she said. "Now I know why Bruce is so nice." "Are you interested in living in a new home?" asked his mother. "As a matter of fact, would you like to come and live with my husband, me, and of course, Bruce?" Susan gave out with a squeal, and backed away from her until her back was against the wall. Her hands went over her mouth, and she slumped down on the floor as she began to sob. Her panties had been exposed in the process, but she just curled up in a fetal position, crying quietly. Getting up, Bruce went over to sit at her side, and suddenly found himself held in her embrace. "Does it sound so bad to live like we were brother and sister?" asked Bruce. The question got her attention, and brought her back to under partial control. "I don't want to be like a sister, I want to be your girlfriend," she blurted out. "It's like a dream come true, to even think about living in your home, Bruce!" Turning to his mother, Susan asked, "Are you serious, Mrs. Burns?" "Yes, Susan," she replied. "I am completely serious. What has happened to you is a criminal act, and no youngster should ever experience something like that. You are going to have to answer a few questions honestly, but at the end of today, you will be allowed to come and live with us, at least for awhile. If nothing better can be found for you, then I think it would be nice to have a girl around the house instead of my two guys alone." Susan got to her feet, and threw herself back into Mrs. Burn's arms. "Thank you, Mrs. Burns. I know I'm going to love you!" "Oh, boy!" exclaimed Bruce. "Competition for the bathroom!" The interview with the police officers went smoothly, although Bruce had to sit beside Susan before she agreed to start talking to them. Details of the abuse were provided, frequency, and the method of beating. It seems that both the aunt and uncle took turns with the beatings, and it was several times every week. As the interview progressed, Bruce had to be restrained from speaking out, and more than once, the nearest police officer placed her hand over his to prevent him from saying anything. Finally the interview was finished, and the police officers left the school. The school principal did take Susan aside again, and said to her, "You now know that when something happens to you, and you need help, you can turn to Mrs. Burns, myself, your teachers, the nurse, or even your good friend, Bruce. Every one of us would be willing to help you." "Thank you, Ma'am," she replied. "I'm still pretty scared, but as long as Bruce is with me, then I'll be alright." "When your head hits the pillow tonight, your fears should be gone," she told her. "I think Mrs. Burns is ready to take you to your new home, so why don't you go on now, and we will look forward to seeing you in school tomorrow." School had not been dismissed by the time they walked to the house, and Susan was taken inside. All the way, Bruce had held her hand, and allowed her to kiss it several times along the way. She was about eleven, two years younger than Bruce, but she had an appeal to him, not because of the circumstances, but because she was a nice girl, as well as pretty. He didn't mind her clinging onto him at all. Bruce introduced the house, and correctly guessed the room she would be staying in, right next to his. He even showed her a brief look at his room, and promised to let her use his computer sometimes, as long as it was not too much. Then, he returned her to his mother, knowing they would have some talking to do, and went to his computer for a few games and the distraction they provided from the events of the day. His scores were terrible, for he could not help but think about having Susan live there, both for the problem side as well as the nice side of having a pretty girl around. When Dad arrived home, his mother got the first hug, and he got the next one. They could tell from the look on his face that we was pleased with them, and nothing more needed to be said. Then he went over to sit before Susan beside the kitchen table. "I know you have had some bad experiences, Susan," he said to her, "but I'd like to welcome you to our home, and hope you will be happy here. We talk about problems here, and don't beat anyone, so you are safe with us." "Thank you, Mr. Burns," she replied. "I've not felt this happy since my parents died, and am so grateful. Your wife is so nice, and I am in love with Bruce, Sir. I'll do my best to not be too much in the way." "What?" he exclaimed. "You be a part of this home, and forget that nonsense about being in the way. Your only job right now is to do good in school, laugh and sing when you feel like it, and most important, is to be happy!" "I...," started Susan. Instead of finishing what she wanted to say, she got off her seat, and wrapped herself to him. "Thank you, Sir! Thank you!" "Hugging my Dad like that I can live with for his arms are the safest place in this whole world," declared Bruce. "Any other guy, and I might just have to get jealous." "From what I see," said Susan to him, "you are just like your Dad, so I have to love him like I love you, Bruce." "So if that's how you feel, how is it everyone else has got a hug from you, and I haven't?" he asked, crossing his arms in pretend anger. "If I get my way, you can have hugs from me for the rest of my life, Bruce," she said as she came over to wrap herself to him. Bruce had forgotten he had an erection, but she just pushed her belly tight up against it, even as she kissed him firmly on his lips. "We are not ready for any weddings just yet, guys," said his father. "Me neither, Dad," replied Bruce. "Now, at least, I don't have to get jealous of the way you get to kiss and hold Mom all the time. I have my own hugs, and kisses it seems." "But I better not see your hands going where mine go," cautioned his father. "Awe, come on, Dad!" exclaimed Bruce. "Don't be a spoil sport! Hers sure curves nice, like Mom's." "Hey, you two," call out Mom. "I'm not sure I like you two guys talking about the curves of our asses like that." "So who's fault is it you look so good, Mom?" asked Bruce. "Susan looks pretty fine too!" "You guys are fantastic!" declared Susan as she burst into tears. "I love all of you!" "Hey!" shouted Bruce. "Laughter, not tears," he ordered as he began to tickle Susan at her waist. Moments later, she was laughing, squirming on the floor, with Bruce showing no mercy as he pinned her from getting away. "That's better," he declared as he stopped, still leaning over her. "I've not been this happy for a long time, and I owe it all to you, Bruce," she said. As Bruce was getting off her, she wrapped him in her arms, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him soundly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she declared. "Who's the one laying on those two nice breasts under me?" he asked. "I should be the one saying, Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Do you always carry that stick in your pocket?" she whispered in his ear. "Mostly when I'm around you," he whispered back. "Break it up, you two," ordered his Mom. "I need to have a woman to woman talk with Susan." "Coming, Mom," replied Susan. Half way up, she stopped, realizing what she had just said. "If that's how you feel, it's okay with me, Susan," she told her. "Feels good, actually." "That's how I feel!" declared Susan as she ran into her arms again. "Do you think Dad would be okay with your husband?" "Only if I can get another of those nice hugs from you," he replied for himself. Susan went from one to the other, and didn't try to hold back, but pressed herself to him. "I've got a Mommy and a Daddy again!" she declared. "Thank you, both!" "Go have your woman to woman talk, Susan," he ordered, and sent her on the way with a little tap on her butt. When they had left the room, Dad said to Bruce, "I think we've gone over all the details about sex already, so I don't need to go over them again now, Son. Just remember to be considerate." "That almost sounds like you are giving me permission to have sex, Dad," observed Bruce. "Since it looks like it will happen, no matter what we say, we might as well give you permission, Bruce. My boy is about to become a man, if I'm not mistaken." "With all that's happened to her, I don't want to do anything to scare her, Dad," said Bruce. "Maybe that should wait for awhile, no matter how much I would like to do it with her." "Let her take the lead, for she will let you know if she is ready," he instructed. "From what I've seen, she is going to say yes, especially when she can talk to you about your erection." "I should have known you were able to hear her about it," he said. "That was the second time she felt it, and I never tried to hide it from her." "You're mother still has that effect upon me," his Dad declared. "I think we are both very lucky guys." "I know I am, for I have you and Mom as parents, and there couldn't be any better!" declared Bruce. "Thanks for letting Susan come to live here, and being so good with her, Dad! I love you both!" "Well, we're pretty proud of your young man, Son," said his Dad as Bruce was pulled into his embrace. "Yes, she should be happy with that one!" he added, looking down between them. "That's the first time you've said anything about it, Dad," said Bruce. "I know you've felt it before, but you never mentioned it. How embarrassing!" "Be embarrassed all you want, Son," said his Dad. "I'm still proud of you, and for a lot of reasons, the least of it being that. Your heart is in the right place, and that is what I want most for my son." "Living up to the standards you have set for me will be the biggest challenge of my life, Dad," said Bruce. "I promise that I will try very hard to be like you!" "No man has the right to ask more of his son," stated his father. The ladies returned a few minutes later, and without a word, Susan took Bruce's hand, and headed towards the stairs. As they climbed up the stairs, Bruce looked back to see his parents holding each other and smiling up at him. They knew what was going to happen, and were sanctioning it! As soon as Susan closed the door to his room, he asked, "What did Mom talk to you about?" "She told me how it would hurt the first time, and how I must come and see her when we had finished," she stated. "She also told me to put a towel under my butt to catch the blood that would come from breaking my cherry." "Why the part about seeing her afterwards?" asked Bruce. "So she could put something inside me to keep us from having a baby." "Is this something you want?" asked Bruce. "More than anything in the world, Bruce," she declared. "I've been in love with you for a long time, just watching you at school. You are a born leader, nice to be around, handsome, and everything any girl could possibly want. When you came to help me, you didn't take advantage of me to hold my breast more than what was necessary to make it better. Then, when the other popped out by accident, you said just enough to make me feel pretty, but didn't try to get a feel or anything. You even tried to look away, although you didn't do a good job of that." "If, or I guess when I see them again, I'm not going to look away again, but stare straight at them," he warned. "Take advantage and get your hands on them, or your lips, for they both are yours from now on, as is the rest of me." "We really are going to make love to each other?" he asked. "We can make love, or you can have sex in me, whatever you feel like, Bruce. All I know is I belong to you, and will do my best to satisfy your desires from today onwards." "Don't give yourself to me, but share with me, Susan," he stated. "I don't own you, and never will." "I'd like that, but if you want to own me, then I'm yours to own," she declared. "You, your Mom and Dad...are so wonderful, and I have never been so happy!" "And you are so pretty!" he said as he reached to undo the top button of her blouse. "I'm planning to see your breasts again in a few seconds," he told her. "The rest is there for you to see too, Bruce," she said. "Being undressed by you was not part of my plan for today, except in my dreams." "You dreamt about me?" he asked. "The best looking guy around," she replied. "I hope you make it as nice for me as you did so many, many nights." "Well, here come your breasts," he said as he pulled up the tube top. "Man, they are pretty, except for the one spot underneath. Even that's looking better since I last saw it." "It's better because you and your Mom took care of it for me," she stated. "They're not all that big yet, so I hope they are enough to make you happy with them." "Trust me, I'm happy with them," he assured her, and emphasized it with a kiss on the uninjured breast's nipple. "The other one's still kind of sore, but that one can be squeezed and played with, Bruce," she said. "You are free to kiss the nipples as often as you want, for it makes me feel so good!" "Thanks to you, I've already seen the breasts of a girl, and would like to come back to them after I get to see all the other mysteries of a girl's body. Could I take off your skirt and panties?" "Don't ask, but just do it, Bruce," she ordered. "This is the embarrassing part, and I hope you like what you find." "What's not to like?" he asked as he undid the fastenings of her skirt. When it dropped down to her ankles, he immediately stripped down her panties, and she stood before him, completely exposed. "You are sexier than I ever imagined," he declared. "Does it matter than I don't have any hairs down there yet?" she asked. "I have no idea, so you will have to grow some over time," he said. "Then I will tell you, but what I see right now, is so perfect that I want to kiss it." "Don't let me stop you," she offered. When his lips pressed against her vulva front, she pushed herself against his face, and moaned as he kissed her repeatedly. Suddenly, she dropped down to sit on the floor, and held onto his arm. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You made me come," she explained. "Oh, Lord, it feels so good!" "This whole thing is not right," said Bruce as he went down to sit beside her on the floor. "It's like I am taking advantage of you, just because I helped you when you needed it. Maybe you should put your clothes back on, and we could get to know each other better before we do something like having sex. What do you think, Susan?" "I'm sitting naked with a boy, the greatest guy in the world, and you want me to not do it? Your penis shows you are interested, every guy wants to get at a naked girl, so why not? We will have lots of time to get to know each other better every day from now on. Besides, I'd have let you from the first time I saw you, Bruce. I've been in love with you for a long time!" "But as much as I like you, it would mostly be sex for me," he explained. "It should be more for being in love first." "Then have sex with me," she offered. "I'll take a chance on your falling in love with me afterwards." "What happens if I don't fall in love with you, although that seems unlikely," he said. "Then you will have the satisfaction of having sex, and that's supposed to be nice," she responded. "Does it make sense that I want to, but I don't?" he asked. "Perfect sense," she declared. "It's part of why I am so much in love with you already. Take advantage of me, Bruce. I'm right here for you, naked, ready and willing!" "When I saw you around the school, you were always so quiet and pretty," he reported. "I've even said how nice your ass curves to my friends, and kidded about getting under your clothes." "You're there now, so see if it feels as good as you guessed, Bruce," she instructed. "Okay, Sue!" he exclaimed. "You're going to get fucked!" "Using bad words, are you?" she responded. "That makes it even more exciting. Come get into my cunt, and fuck your big heart out with your nice hard cock!" Contrary to the expressed desires, they did not have the sex act itself for some time. First there was the matter of Bruce getting undressed, and then Susan was explored, fondled, caressed and kissed for nearly an hour, yielding himself to some of her explorations. He had already had his finger in behind her vulva, knew what a vulva and clitoris looked like, and understood the details of her hymen, which he had examined for long minutes. Then it came time for the actual event, with both as anxious as the other. Susan was the one that went over to his desk and bent over it. Bruce had not expected it, but there was the very parts he had dreamed about seeing on a girl, all exposed for what he wanted. He came up to stand behind her, and held his penis to the opening of her vagina. There was not a single hair present to hide what he saw, and he watched himself as he pressed against the barrier he had seen and examined. With the first push, it went down, and he saw his penis disappear into her body. "Was that it?" asked Susan. "I think so," he confirmed. "It's all the way inside you, and looking so sexy!" "Compared to the number of times I've been hurt already, that was nothing," she exclaimed. "It's burning a little, but nothing like my breast earlier." "I've got to pump it into you, Susan!" he exclaimed. "I've just got to!" "Then do it," she confirmed. Almost immediately he did and she cried out from the pleasure it gave her, especially when his belly came back to press against her bum. "Oh, yes! This is it! Do it to me, Bruce. Claim me as your girl to fuck whenever you want!" "To do it to you is wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Looking down, I can see your asshole, and watch my cock go into your cunt. Oh, does it ever look good, and it feels even better!" "It's yours, Bruce," she exclaimed between cries as he pushed in time and time again. "Fuck it as often as you want, for it is yours from now on!" "Then expect to get it often!" he exclaimed. His excitement over actually doing it inside a girl for the first time in his life would not allow him to go on, and he climaxed deep inside her, while he tried to keep himself upright. Susan, realizing he was coming, also experienced a climax that started only seconds after his began. Both of them were already looking forward to the next time. Some ten minutes later, forgetting herself, Susan left Bruce's room to find Mom, only to find her right outside the room door, in the arms of her husband, and Susan's new Dad. She did not worry about her nudity, and went into the bathroom to wait for Mom to finish kissing Dad. Now, once again, she felt like she had parents, was feeling happier than any time she could remember, and felt that she was safe in their home. That he accidentally saw her naked, and she did not feel any less safe made it even nicer for her, although she did feel a little self conscious about it all. Soon her new Mom came in and she experienced her first douche, then a short time later, her new mother inserted the I.U.D. "So how was it with Bruce?" asked her mother. "He was so handsome, gentle and wonderful, Mom, I must be in heaven!" "Didn't it hurt?" she asked. "Not as much as I expected, and it was nothing compared to how I felt while I was getting a beating," she reported. "It was kind of weird, for it hurt but felt good at the same time. Do you know what I mean?" "Mostly I've forgotten how it felt the first time, but I still remember the excitement that came with it, and how wonderful I felt afterwards, Susan. My man made me feel much like you feel now!" "It's none of my business, but was he about your age?" asked Susan. "He's my husband now," she told her. "Oh, that is so romantic!" exclaimed Susan. "You think I have a chance with Bruce...you know, marrying him one day?" "There is a chance of that, but it means both of you need to understand the other, and work at getting along with each other. Marriage or even a long term relationship takes a lot of effort for both the man and woman." "I hope you know I'm going to do my best," Mom. "I have loved him from before he knew my name." "Good luck on that, Susan," she offered. "You're a nice girl, and I hope it works out like you want, but if it doesn't then you will have no problem finding another guy, for you are an attractive girl." "Did you really mean that I could spend the entire night in his bed, Mom?" she asked. "Yes, Susan," she assured her, "as long as you want to, and he wants it as well. Nobody is going to be forced into anything, but if you both want it, and have no school tomorrow, then you might as well enjoy your night together." Indeed, they did spend the night together in his bed. Neither or them bothered to wear anything, and the sex was the greatest thrill each time it happened, and it happened frequently. Different positions were tried, all of them worth trying again at other times. It took the aid of some Vaseline, but Bruce got to try doing it up inside her bum sometime during the middle of the night, and once Susan started pushing her anus out, it became pleasurable to her as well as him. For her, it was the final surrender of her body to the guy that she loved more with each time. Susan's aunt and uncle received three years in jail each when they were found guilty at their trial, and that made Susan feel a little better about other people, and she came to realize they did care what was happening to her. The real negative aspect of her experiences with them was that periodically, she wanted Bruce to spank or use a belt on her bare bum. While the idea bothered Bruce at first, he came to recognize that it was an effect of her experiences, and she received great satisfaction from the sex that followed her abuse. Unlike her aunt and uncle, he did not let the belt buckle get anywhere near her skin, so there were no more wounds such as those she had when they first met.