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 (Note from the Author) I do not condone sexual activity of any kind between
children and adults.  I consider such acts to be immoral not to mention
doing so is illegal pretty much everywhere.  I see no problem with having
fantasies though.  What you do in the privacy of your own mind and what you
do in the real world are two different things. 
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   My name is Karen.  Lyssa has been doing most of the writing so far but,
this part of the story is very painful for her so she asked me to write it.
This is probably the darkest moment in our entire relationship.  At this
point, I was 27 years old and Lyssa had just turned 15.  She and I had
secretly been lesbian lovers for three years.  Our relationship started one
day when Lyssa's mom called me on the phone.  She and her husband had to go
out of town for a couple of days on business and wanted to know if Lyssa
could stay with me while they were gone.  I readily agreed for both obvious
reasons and a reason or two that were not apparent.  I had been Lyssa's
teacher in school the previous school year and was a close friend of her
family.  What no one knew was that I was a lesbian.  I also had a liking
for young girls.  Mind you, I never attempted to do anything that might
cause any harm to my students.  I was content to stick with fantasies.  I
didn't care to chance losing my freedom just for sex plus, I love working
with children and I just can't bare the thought of doing something that
might hurt one.

   Fantasy became reality when Lyssa came to stay with me.  I had noticed
her the first day she stepped into my classroom.  Long brown hair, blue
eyes you could just get lost in, nice light suntan, athletic build, and no
breasts yet.  Just the way I liked them.  I couldn't help but stare at her
from time to time.  She caught me looking a few times, I know, and that
worried me a bit.  I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.  I just wanted
to be able to recall her image in my fantasies.  Now that she was actually
in my house, the moment I had hung up the phone with her mom, I started
getting wet.  Of course, I maintained control of myself.  There was never
any danger that I would lose control or try anything.  My life did a
complete about-face the next morning.  The night before when we I went to
bed, I thought for sure Lyssa was asleep.  I was going crazy, I was so
horny.  I went to my room, selected one of my vibrators, and went to work.
I fantasized about Lyssa coming into my room naked.  She crawled up onto my
bed and began caressing me.  Soon she moved down to my pussy and put her
little mouth to work.  Conjuring those images in my mind, I slipped all ten
inches of the vibrator inside my pussy and went berserk.  When I finished
cumming I just muttered to myself, "My God, Lyssa.  I didn't know you could
fuck like that."

   I put the vibrator away and went happily to sleep.  The next morning, I
went about the usual stuff.  I showered, had a cup of coffee, and made
breakfast.  Lyssa came down the stairs and into the kitchen.  We ate
breakfast and chatted about this and that.  She seemed preoccupied with
something.  When I inquired about it, she just said she missed her parents.
I knew better.  Something was bothering her.  I confronted her with my
suspicions and, well, if you've read part 1, then you know what happened.
If not, then you should read it.  I need to move along with the story.

   As I said, we had secretly been lovers for three years.  Two years
earlier, Lyssa had nearly been raped while walking to my house.  When she
didn't arrive at her usual time, I began to get worried.  When she was
thirty minutes overdue, I went looking for her.  As I stepped outside, I
heard a faint cry for help from the woods behind my house.  It sounded like
Lyssa.  I immediately went on alert.  I headed into the woods.  The call
had come from near a small lake close to my house.  I had warned Lyssa that
there were patches of quicksand around the lake and to be careful if she
ever went down there.  I figured she had probably gone exploring and gotten
stuck.  I just hoped I'd be able to get her out without having to call the
fire department.  As I approached where the call had come from, I heard
Lyssa say, "Please, sir!  You wanted to fuck me didn't you?  Just get me
out of this and I'll be the best you've ever had."

   What the fuck was going on here?  I moved to where I could see where she
was.  I saw her just climbing out of a quicksand pit.  Suddenly she threw a
handful of mud at her rescuer and tried to run.  She fell almost
immediately.  She got back up and started running again.  She disappeared
into some trees with this guy right on her tail.  I moved around the pit
and headed for where she had gone.  I heard her scream.  When I got to
where I could see her, she was down on her stomach and the man was on top
of her.  He had just pulled her shorts down and was starting to roughly rub
her butt.  I lost my head.  I ran over to them and kicked the bastard right
in the mouth.  He lost his hold on Lyssa and she quickly got out of the
way. I was a third degree black belt in Tae Kwan Do.  Once the guy got back
to his feet he charged me and I promptly kicked his fucking teeth in.  A
little while after he was arrested, he hung himself before he could go on
trial.

   Well, enough with the back story.  It had been two years since that
happened.  At her mom's request, I began training Lyssa in martial arts. 
She took to it right away.  After two years she was up to a green belt.  I
had gotten a $250,000.00 reward for capturing the guy who attacked her.  He
turned out to be a wanted serial killer.  I used part of the money to open
a Karate school.  I put the rest of it in a trust fund for Lyssa.  I quit
my job as a school teacher and took up teaching martial arts full time. 
Word of my rescuing Lyssa had given me a good flow of customers.  Things
were going great.

   Lyssa was fifteen now and developing into a very sexy young woman. 
After what she described as "years of waiting" her chest had finally
started filling out.  She was wearing a b-cup bra now and, to me, looked
sexier than ever.  Somehow, my desire for younger girls had gone.  The day
I saved her life was the day we truly fell in love.  On one occasion when
she was staying the night with me, we were in my bed making love.  We were
all over each other.  We did a sixty-nine for awhile.  She tongued me and
finger fucked me at the same time.  After I came, I started to move down
her body.  Suddenly she stopped me and said, "Karen, wait."

   I looked at her.  She seemed nervous.  I asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

   She replied, "I'm still a virgin."

   "I know, sweetie."

   She took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

   I realized immediately what she meant.  Being a lesbian, I did have some
experience with strapons.  Both giving and receiving but, I had never
popped a cherry before.  I was ready to try, I just hoped I wouldn't hurt
her.  Of course, it would hurt anyway.  I just hoped I could keep it from
hurting too much.  I said, "Well, I do have a strapon harness and a few
dildos.  I'll get a few out and let you pick one."

   I got off of the bed and went to my dresser.  I pulled out the harness
and some dildos.  I had four.  All four were made to look like a penis.  I
showed them to her one at a time.  The first was twelve inches long and two
inches thick.  I was made of black silicone.  She felt it was too big.  I
had another that was just six inches long and an inch thick.  She said it
was too small.  The other two were specialized.  Both were eight inches
long and an inch and a half round.  One was pink, double ended, and
vibrated.  The other was flesh colored and could be filled with fake semen.
She said, she wanted to know what it really would be like to be with a man.
So I picked up the flesh colored one, filled it with fake semen, set it
into the harness and tightened the straps.  It had a small raised area on
the base that fit into my slit.  When I would thrust, it would press on my
clit.  The idea was that when I started to cum, I could either grab the
balls with my hand and squeeze or just press them hard against my partner
and fill her up.

   Lyssa laid back and opened her legs.  The anticipation had kept her good
and wet.  I positioned myself between her legs and started rubbing the head
of the dildo up and down her slit.  Once it was good and lubed up, I began
to slip it into her vagina.  I pressed it in until I felt resistance. 
Lyssa tensed at the same time and took a quick breath.  I asked her, "Are
you sure you want me to do this?  The only way to do it is with one hard
thrust."

   "I....I know.  But I....I want this....Please?"

   "Okay, sweetie.  Here it goes."

   I leaned forward placing my hands on either side of her on the bed. 
Lyssa reached down and grabbed ahold of my wrists.  I gently slid the dildo
back about a half inch and then thrust forward hard driving the entire
eight inches into her.  Her hands clamped down on my wrists and she
breathed in quickly and held her breath.  A second later she grunted and
took another breath.  She repeated this several times.  I just held my
place waiting for the pain she was feeling to subside and letting her body
adjust to this new intrusion.  Slowly, her grip on my arms loosened and her
breathing returned to normal.  That was my cue.  I gently began sliding the
dildo back.  When it was almost out, I reversed and just as gently slid it
back in.  I slowly picked up the pace until I had established a good steady
rhythm.  Lyssa signaled her approval with little moans.  The base of the
dildo was grinding against my clit working me up as well.  Before long I
was thrusting hard and fast.  The room was filled with the sounds of our
moans and groans of pleasure and the slap, slap, slap of our thighs
colliding.  Suddenly Lyssa grabbed two handfuls of the sheet.  Her entire
body tensed and she began to grunt with each of my thrusts.  I knew she was
cumming and I wasn't far behind.  Before Lyssa finished, I began to cum
too. As my own little explosion when off, I thrust hard, mashing the
dildo's ball sack against Lyssa spewing it's contents into her.  The
sensation of being filled with cum reignited Lyssa's orgasm.  It seemed
like we were locked in place like that forever.  When I finally came down I
realized Lyssa had actually fainted.  Of all the times we had made love,
that had never happened.  I gave her a gentle slap on the cheek to wake her
up.  She opened her eyes and began to smile.  I pulled the dildo out of her
and took it off.  I spooned up behind her and we drifted off to sleep.

   You'll remember I said this was probably the darkest moment in our
relationship.  I'm sure it seems quite the opposite at the moment.  It
should've been a night we'd remember fondly for the rest of our lives. 
Events later that night insured we'd remember it but, we'd prefer to
forget. Especially Lyssa.  At about three in the morning we were both
awakened by the sound of breaking glass.  We both jumped up.  I told Lyssa
to stay in the bed.  I didn't have a phone in my room and this was before
cell phones were so common.  I grabbed my robe and went to investigate. 
Though the house was dark, my eyes were adjusted to it.  I quietly slipped
out of my room and went down the hall.  As I got to the living room I could
hear someone moving around.  There was a draft coming from the kitchen. 
Judging from the strength of it, the back door was open.  Suddenly a dark
figure appeared in front of me.  Just as I was about to kick his ass, there
was a flash of light and a loud bang.  I felt like a truck hit me.  I fell
to the floor.  I felt something wet on my chest and a feeling like the
general area there was on fire.  I realized....  I'd been shot!  How badly
was I hit?  Was I dying?  No.  The bullet had struck me in the chest but,
the man's aim was too high.  It had hit near my collar bone and missed my
heart and lungs.  I was bleeding and badly stunned.  The man bent down
close to me.  I was too stunned to do anything.  I'll never forget what he
said, "Lyssa or Karen?  It doesn't matter.  I'm gonna kill you both anyway.
My name is Jim Hawkins.  You two are the reason my father hung himself. 
It's taken me two years to find you.  And I mean to enjoy this."

   Suddenly I heard Lyssa shout, "NOOOOO!!!"

   I saw her come charging into the room.  Jim was turning and raising his
gun.  The training I had given Lyssa paid off.  Before Jim could fire,
Lyssa's right foot shot out and kicked the gun away.  She used her own
momentum to turn the right kick into a left roundhouse.  Her left foot
caught him in the jaw.  He fell but quickly recovered.  I recognized the
move.  He had martial arts training too.  I just hoped Lyssa realized it.
She was furious.  I had never seen her so aggressive.  She didn't let up
for a second.  She was a veritable wall of feet and fists.  Jim was
blocking quite effectively.  Now and then one of Lyssa's punches and kicks
got through but did little damage.  Suddenly Jim threw a punch and caught
Lyssa in the face.  She spun around and fell.  Jim grabbed her, pulled her
to her feet and applied a choke hold.  Lyssa was tugging at his arm making
quiet gagging noises.  I was desperate to help her but, I was just
beginning to get the ability to move again.  I was struggling to get to my
feet when it happened.  Jim had made one fatal mistake.  He wasn't quite in
the right position.  He should've been directly behind Lyssa but, he was
slightly off to her left.  Lyssa apparently sensed he was out of position
and reacted.  She lifted her left arm and delivered a crushing elbow to
Jim's ribs.  When he didn't let go, she did it again even harder.  This
weakened him just enough for her to break free.  It was all going in slow
motion to me.  Lyssa spun around.  Her right arm cocked back and then shot
forward.  The ball of her hand caught Jim right under the nose at a
slightly upward angle.  He dropped like a sack of potatoes.  Lyssa realized
immediately what she had done.  She just stood there.  The attack she had
used was a martial arts technique designed to do one thing....kill.  When
she hit his nose, it broke explosively.  Fragments of bone were fired
strait into his brain.  He was dead before he hit the floor.  I walked up
beside her and looked at Jim.  His eyes were wide open.  Blood was draining
from both sides of his nose.  He wasn't breathing.  Lyssa looked at me with
a fright and wrapped her arms around me beginning to cry.  I said, "Shhhh.
It's okay, baby.  It's okay.  It's over."

   Lyssa said, "My God!  I thought you were dead!"

   I suddenly realized she had a cut above her left eye and was still
naked. I told her to go get her robe while I called the police.  I called
911.  I told the operator to send the police and an ambulance.  That I had
just killed an intruder in my house and that I had been shot.

   It turned out that Jim was the son of the man who had attacked Lyssa two
years ago.  He blamed both of us for his father's suicide and meant to take
revenge.  The bullet that had hit me had cut strait through me.  I still
needed surgery to repair the damage and Lyssa needed four stitches to close
the cut over her eye.  The detective on the case was no fool.  He knew I
hadn't killed the man but understood why I had said so.  Lyssa was broken
up enough knowing she had actually killed someone.  He agreed to stick with
my story in his report.

   Lyssa eventually got over her guilt but the memories of that night still
sting for her.  The detective explained things to her.  The most helpful
thing he told her was even if it felt wrong, she had done the only thing
she could.  I'm gonna have to stop now.  Bringing back these memories
really stings a bit for me too. 
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