Author: PrivatePirate Title: Physical Therapy Keywords: Mf, piv, oral, anal, fsolo, cons Summary: She was just a kid. Lost, abused, she wanted to experience tenderness, caring...and sex. PHYSICAL THERAPY by PrivatePirate I didn't know the girl. I had never seen her before that day, and I never saw her again afterward. I didn't even know her name, but what happened is something I will never forget. It was raining. Not heavily, but just enough to make walking without an umbrella more than a little miserable - one of those warm summer rains that makes you feel all sticky, like if you were to stand in the shower fully clothed and leave the water set for barely above leukwarm. I was caught in it the moment I left the bus and started the long walk from the stop back home. My stupid car's oil pump had gone out and the engine seized. The mechanic told me that it was pretty much dead at that point and suggested that I trade it in on one of those "push, pull, or tow it in" sales events going on at the local dealership. That's all fine if you have two grand to drop on a new car - which I didn't. I was grumbling and hunched against the rain, so I didn't notice that I was being followed. Not at first, anyway. Not until we both were stopped at the intersection, waiting for the light to change. "Sucks, huh?" she said to me. "Beg pardon?" "This weather. It sucks." She was young, dressed in a slicker with her hood pulled up. If I had to guess, I'd put her age at about sixteen, maybe, but the way girls dress these days, and with her makeup, she could have been thirteen for all I knew. "Where are you headed?" she asked. "Home," I said. "Yeah, me too." The light changed and we walked across the street together. She was cute, I thought. High cheekbones, curly brown hair and a pleasant enough figure. Boys at her school must be fawning over her. Her eyes, though...jade green, wide, a haunted look to them...and her lips seemed to have an almost permanent down-turn. She held a look of a troubled youth. I didn't know what was going on in her life, but it definitely wasn't my place to ask. We both turned up the same street on the other side of the intersection. It looked like I was going to have a traveling companion for part of the way. That's fine, small-talk made the walk go by faster and it kept my mind off of my damn car and the miserable weather. "So, you live around here?" I asked. "Nope." "I thought you said you were going home." "You're going home. I'm going with you." "What?" I stopped in my tracks and almost laughed, but her eyes choked my humor tightly within my throat. "Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly concerned. "I will be," she said, "after you have sex with me." I was stunned into absolute silence. How can you respond to something like that? "You're...you're serious, aren't you?" "You don't like the way I look?" "It has nothing to do with...Jesus, you're just a kid!" "I'm old enough," she said. Before I could say anything, she opened her jacket. She wasn't wearing a blouse or bra and I could see her breasts right there in front of me. They were very small, she was still budding. My estimation of sixteen was way off. She was closer to that thirteen figure I briefly thought of...at the most, really, but she wasn't trying to seduce me by showing me her breasts - she was showing me something else. A scar here, a scratch there..."My step-father beats me, and then he...he does things...sexual things...and my mother just drowns herself in her bottle and tries to make the world go away." She had zipped her jacket back up and was looking at me in an almost pleading way. "I need to know that sex can be a good thing. That it isn't used as a weapon. I saw you on the bus. I've been riding it all day, just looking for someone. You looked like a nice guy, someone gentle, and I need to know that sex can feel good and can make me feel good. Please...make me feel good." My heart broke for her, and I was completely confused about what to do. What could I say to her that would make it better, yet not...touch her in that way? She was troubled, mixed up, but I understood her point of view. I had been molested as a child myself by an abusive step-father, but me? Having sex with a minor? A complete stranger? This was just too strange for me to even contemplate. "Look, I'm sorry for what's happened in your life, but I...I can't do this." "You're not married, are you? I don't see a ring." "That's got nothing to do with it, and yes, I am married. I just don't wear my ring at work, because..." "Because you're not happy either," she said. Dammit, she hit the nail on the head. "I can make you happy, and you can make me happy, and after today, no one needs to know. I'll go and you'll never see me again. Please..." "Let's just...let's take this one step at a time. Look, we're getting soaked out here. Come on inside and we'll...work things out from there, okay?" She nodded, and we continued up the street to my apartment building. I held the door to the foyer for her and she went inside, with me right behind her. "Nasty weather outside," said one of my neighbors, and older fellow by the name of Jenkins. "Who's this?" he asked, looking at the girl beside me. "She's lost," I said. "Came up to me at the bus stop and asked for help. Thought I'd get her in out of the rain and see if we could contact her folks." "Aw, poor girl," he said. "He's a good man," he said to her with a smile. "He'll get you home." She smiled a little. She had a pretty smile, but her eyes still held that haunted look. My heart ached to help make things right in her world, but I was not about to take off her clothes and do anything with her. No way in hell. We went up the elevator and down the hall to my apartment. I inserted the key and held the door for her. As she came in, she looked around at everything. "You have a nice place," she said. "I love your sofa - the way it curves around like that." "Thanks," was all I could say. "So...now what?" I closed the door and stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do next. "Now, we get dried off...then we'll talk about those other things." I led her into the bathroom so she could use the towels and the hair dryer my wife had under the sink, then gave her one of my wife's T-shirts to wear - she'd never miss it. An old Oakland Raiders shirt that had seen better days. She never wore it anymore anyway, might as well put it to better use than just sitting in a heap in her drawer (she never folded anything...drove me nuts). While she was in the bathroom, I stripped out of my wet clothes and hung them by the door to dry. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a black T-shirt that I had neatly folded in my own drawer, then snagged a towel out of the hamper and dried my hair with it. I was brushing my hair when she came out. She was standing right behind me, watching, and sizing me up, I could tell. When I turned around, she was standing there in the Raiders T-shirt. It came down past her waist and just past the tops of her thighs...and I don't think she was wearing anything else. I will admit, she was very nice looking - the kind of girl that boys lusted after in junior high, but I was not in junior high. I was twenty-seven years old! This was not right. "Jesus...I said we'd talk about these other things," I said. "So...talk." She walked out of the room, her hips swaying ever so gently, then plopped herself down on the sectional sofa and pulled up her knees and hugged them to her chest. I could just see her pussy lips between her legs and quickly averted my gaze. She smiled again. It reflected in her eyes this time. She was very pretty, and had I been her age, I would be doing everything I could to have my way with her. But I wasn't her age, and if it ever became known, I'd be sent to jail while she would still be under the yoke of an abusive family. This couldn't happen. None of it, for her or me. Let me find the sonofabitch that was doing this to her and...and I'd go to jail for that too, but at least that would be justified. "You're scared," she said. "What?" "Scared someone will find out. Scared you'll get arrested for having sex with a child. Scared you'll lose your job and your apartment and all of these fancy things." "I'm not having sex with you." "It's completely consensual. I'll sign a document or something if you want me to. Look...I need this. I need to feel special. I need to know that sex can be a good thing, not something forced on me." "What you need is to report the bastard who's doing this to you to the police!" "I did!" She was in tears. "They said I was making it all up for attention! I tried to show them the...look! Here!" she took off the shirt and stood before me, completely naked in my living room. I could see the scars and scratches she showed me earlier, but now I saw more of them. A bruise on her hip, a welt about the size of a man's belt across both thighs, a cigarette burn on her inner thigh, right near her...I averted my gaze again. Shit, I was staring straight at her pussy, and dammit all, I was beginning to get excited. No, goddamn it! This...is...a...child! "The cops didn't do anything? Not even when you showed them?" "They wouldn't let me show them. They said that I'm not going to undress in front of them. I asked for a woman officer to come in and check me over, but they just brushed everything off." "Why would they do that?" "Because my step-father is rich!" It all came into focus now. A pillar of the community kind of thing. Don't go after this guy because you'll lose in court and then lose your job. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. This would also explain the fact that she spoke with a much more refined vocabulary than other girls her age. She knew certain words, like "consensual", for example. And, seriously, signing a document? Abusive step-daddy must be involved in trade negotiations or a law firm or something for her to have even suggested that. There was a knock on my door. I motioned for her to get back in the bathroom. She nodded and hurried away. I opened the door to see Mr. Jenkins standing there. "Hey, how's it going with your lost lamb?" "She's drying off in the bathroom. Poor thing got completely soaked. I've been trying the number she gave me, but no one is answering. I left a voicemail and gave them my number and address, thought she could just stay here until they showed up or called." "You have a kind heart. What if they don't call?" "I figure I could call the police and go from there, but let's keep our hopes up." "Sounds like a plan. I'll say a prayer for her. What's her name?" I had no idea. "Kate," I lied. "Kate Montgomery. She's from the city. Got on the wrong bus and found herself wandering around." "Yeah, I know how that goes. I still do that myself these days. The ol' gray matter, she ain't what she used to be!" He laughed and added, "Best of luck, and give her a hug for me. She's a cute girl!" "Will do!" I shut the door. Cute isn't the word for it. She was beautiful...no, dammit, she's a child! Get that thought out of your head! Fuck, what's wrong with me? The bathroom door opened and she came out, still completely naked, and looking ravishing...fuck, there I go again! She smiled. "You're nervous...and you're worried. Don't be." "Don't be? You're, what, twelve years old? Thirteen?" "I'm fifteen," she said. "You're lying. Your body says otherwise." She turned her face away from me. "Does it matter?" She was almost in tears again. Shit. "Of course it matters! Look, you should be just getting interested in boys and losing interest in your Barbies by now, not following strange guys and looking for sex!" She turned to me with a scathing look. "I have seventeen Barbies. They're all collector's editions, still in their original packages. They'll be worth a mint in twenty years or so if I can find a buyer." "That's not the point! You're incredibly young, standing there naked in front of me and you want me to have sex with you? Oh, you'd better believe I'm worried." She walked past me, grabbing my ass as she did so. I jumped and turned hard, and then she plopped herself on the sofa again and spread her legs apart, then began idly playing with herself. "You don't find my looks pleasing?" Shit, I was starting to get hard. I did find her looks pleasing. That was the probem. "Cover yourself up," I said, my voice a bit hoarse all of a sudden. "No," she said. "I want you to watch me." "Well, here's the thing, girl! I don't want to!" "Yes you do. I can see that plainly enough from the front of your sweats bulging out at me." Fuck, she had me. I reached for any excuse I could, and the one I found was incredibly lame. "What if my wife came in?" "I don't see how that's possible since she's out of town," she said. "What? How could you know that?" Had she been scoping me out? "Because the dishes are piled up in the sink and there are empty beer cans that haven't been taken to the recycling bin yet." "That doesn't prove anything." "Also, there's a lesbian porn DVD case lying next to the TV. Wanna watch it with me?" Sonofabitch, she was observant as fuck! She had me. I couldn't come up with anything, and dammit, she was now sitting there with her legs completely spread, fingering herself...her pussy lips were positively delicious, her finger darting in and out, covered in her wetness...yeah, I'll admit it. She was hot, and yeah, I wanted her. But dammit, she was just a kid! "Come here," she said, beckoning me with the finger of her free hand. "Sit beside me. Let's...talk, like you wanted to before." "No. That's not going to happen. And I'm not having sex with you. Get dressed and get out." "It's still raining," she said, pouting. "I'll give you my umbrella." "It's broken. I saw it as we came in." "Doesn't matter. Now get out." "You'd send me back there? To him? Now? After you know what he'll do to me? Didn't you see the scars?" "You're guilt-tripping me now. It won't work." "All I want is sex. I want to feel good. I want to know that it can be a good thing. Why won't you have sex with me?" "Because you're...you're just a kid..." "Yet you're getting a hard-on just watching me now." She had me under her spell, and dammit, she was right. I did want her. I moved to the sofa and sat down next to her, trying not to look at her. It was no use. She was beginning to moan now, fingering herself even harder, and I was watching her. I couldn't help myself. Hell, I couldn't take my eyes off of that beautiful twat. I wanted her. Holy shit, I wanted her. Then, suddenly, she grabbed my hand and put it right on her pussy. I tried to jerk it back, but she was a lot stronger than she looked. She kept it there, and dammit all, my mind was lost entirely in the moment. Shit! I found myself feeling her. Teasing her clit with my finger, even dipping one into her pussy. She was loving every moment of it, and I was getting harder than ever. Lust was taking over my senses...lust for a child. She arched into my hand, eventually letting go entirely and just letting me finger her. Before I knew it, she had her hand beneath my sweat pants and was fondling my swollen member. Her touch was amazing, and I nearly came in my pants. It had been a long time since I had had sex with anyone, and now here I was, about to fuck a girl of about thirteen. I didn't care anymore. I was lost in the sensual atmosphere that swept away all taboos, all cares, all of society's stipulations...all I could do was feel her wetness and her hand gently stroking my cock. "What if I hurt you?" I said suddenly, my voice sounding like it was coming from a mile away. "You won't," she almost whispered, kissing my neck and tugging at my pants to pull then free. "But...I'm kind of...well...bigger than boys your age..." "I've been using my mom's dildo since I was nine," she said. "I can take it." Fuck, that just got me even harder, if that could be possible. I helped her pull off my sweat pants and my underwear, and then she was there, wrapping her lips around my shaft and giving me the best blowjob I think I've ever had. I grabbed her around the waist and laid back on the sofa, twisting and turning her until her pussy was mashed against my face and began licking her furiously, my mouth clamped down on her like a starving man, probing her little cunt with my tongue and gropig her bare ass, teasingly inserting a finger that was slick with her juices in and out of her asshole. My cock suddenly slipped from her mouth. "Please..." she whispered plaintively, her tone almost pained. "Please fuck me...now..." I shifted my position and pulled her on top of me. She ground her hips into mine and guided my shaft inside her. Goddamn, she was tight! I was concerned that I would hurt her, but she kept going. Slowly, inch by inch, bucking and thrusting until I was about half-way inside her. I forced myself to stay just at that point, putting my hand around the base of my cock. I believed that she couldn't take me all, but dammit, she batted away my hand and pushed down so hard that I was suddenly inside her completely. She gasped and screamed, but it was a pleasurable scream. She had me all the way inside her and was loving it, immediately bouncing up and down and then crushing me with her tits pressed against my chest and pushing her tongue inside my mouth. We rolled off of the sofa and onto the floor with me on top of her, and I began pumping into her, slowly, softly, leaning back and fingering her clit as I fucked her. She arched her back and moaned with ecstasy. My free hand was on her tiny breasts, feeling her nipples as they hardened beneath my touch, gently stroking her smooth stomach...I avoided her scars until she forced me to touch them, one by one. Carefully, sensuously, I touched them, caressed them...she opened her eyes and looked into mine. She was crying, but not from pain. She had found what she was looking for. Caring, tenderness, sex that was meaningful and filled with pleasure. "I want you to cum inside me," she whispered. I continued fucking her, slowly, deliberately, but lust took over and soon I was pumping furiously. She was enjoying every thrust and threw her hips into mine with every movement, then suddenly she threw her head back and screamed so loudly that I swear everyone in the apartment complex had heard her. Her whole body shuddered as she screamed out in absolute delight. I came just at that moment. Fuck me, but she was amazing! We had orgasmed together - me, a twenty-seven year-old man, and her, a thirteen year-old girl. I pulled out, almost reluctantly, and saw my semen ooze out from between her pussy lips. I started to grab my discarded towel to clean it up, and she stopped my hand. "Don't," she said. Her hand went to it and started to swirl it and smooth it into her skin as though it were a lotion. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean. I sat up. What the hell had I just done? I had fucked a thirteen (maybe) year-old girl! What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, that was the problem. Oh, shit. What was I going to do? Surely someone had heard her... She was back on the sofa now, right in front of my face and fingering herself, her pussy just inches in front of my eyes. There was a squishing sound from her wetness and the stickiness of my cum still oozing from her and staining the sofa. "Let's do it again," she said, a wicked smile on her face that was fully reflected now in those green eyes that had held such a haunted expression before. I was breathing heavily. "I...I can't," was all I could say. "Why not?" "Because it's not right." "How?" "Well, because you're..." "A child? That didn't stop you a moment ago." She had me dead to rights. "Well...then because I just came. Men are different than women. We can't just...perform like that." "So, you need some time to recharge. Okay, I get it." She got up and put in the DVD, then turned on the TV. Suddenly, on my big flat-screen, I'm seeing lesbians going at it in a big gymnasium-type shower, and her standing there masturbating to it and then looking back over her shoulder at me with such a sultry look that I began to get hard all over again. She helped in that by dropping to her knees and giving me another blowjob while the lesbians licked and sucked one another on the TV in front of me, then she reached around and began feeling my ass, pushing a finger into my asshole as I had done with her, and gently fondling my balls with her other hand. Yeah, it didn't take long. She wanted me to fuck her ass. I'd never done anal before, but she wanted it. She wanted it badly and started fingering her asshole with one hand and her pussy with the other. So, I got up, went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the petroleum jelly. When I came back in, she was watching the lesbians on screen and furiously frigging her pussy and probing her ass, grinding against her hands and moaning. I just stood there and began stroking my cock, watching her. Dammit if she didn't wind up cumming again! Then, she looked over at me, standing there and masturbating, and licked her lips. "Come over here and fuck me up the ass," she said. "Now!" I only nodded, went over to her as she thrust her ass up in the air at me, spread her cheeks and I lubed up her anus with the jelly, then slowly pushed the head of my throbbing cock into her. She thrust her hips back with such force that I nearly toppled backward. She pulled back, and then thrust backward again. I obliged by starting my own thrusting, and reached a hand over to her pussy, only to find that her fingers were already there. Together, we masturbated her clit while I pumped in and out of her ass, watching the lesbians on the TV licking and fingering and scissoring one another until we both came, this time with her first and me shortly behind. I pulled out and saw my cum oozing from her anus. I grabbed the towel, and this time she let me. I wiped up the mess, and then she rolled over and again started to finger herself in front of me. She was addicted. I don't know whether she had ever had an orgasm before, I mean, hell, she was only what? Thirteen? If that? But she knew what she was doing, that's for sure. I watched her masturbate herself to yet another orgasm, stroking myself as I did so. By the end of it, I was hard again, and damned if she didn't slide down and scoot her pussy against my cock. She wanted to be fucked again! Well, fuck it! Who was I to complain? I couldn't get over just how tight she was, and yet she was able to take all of me in. Her tits were so tiny and supple and I licked and sucked and fondled them, my mouth found her tiny little twat when we were both spent and rolled over and she relished every minute of it. It was a heady mixture. My semen and her vaginal secretions all rolled into one, but damn, she tasted sweet! I fingered her ass and she sucked my balls and all night long we fucked and stroked and kissed and fondled and sucked... The morning sun just peeked through the curtains as we lay on my bed, the covers rumpled and partly tossed onto the floor, our naked bodies still pressed into one another. I cracked open an eye and thought, "Oh, shit, I have to go to work." She kissed me. Deeply, passionately, then looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Thank you." She got up, got dressed in the T-shirt and the rest of her clothes that she had on when she got here, tip-toed down the hall and went out the door. I never saw her again. I never even knew her name. But I will always remember helping her to feel... Special.