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 My Little Illegal (Mf, ped, preg, con) By Puera Amare The follow story is a
work of complete fantasy.  If you have a problem differentiating fact and
fantasy, please do not ready my stories.  I do not condone the behavior in
this story which includes unprotected sex with a minor.

   I welcome all feedback and can be reached at pueramare@gmail.com

   ------------------------ I have led a pretty good life I think.  Been
married a couple of times.  Still love the first one to this day, but she
left for someone else.  We have become friends recently, but that is not
going to go anywhere.  My second wife wanted kids.  I had already had three
kids and they had already all left home.  I was not ready to start raising
kids all over again.  She eventually left me over that.  Since then things
have been fairly dry, an occasional fling or such, nothing serious.

   Of those relationships, the one that really sticks with me is also the
shortest.  I do not even know her name, I call her my little illegal.

   At fifty five, my parents passed on and I got a small inheritance. 
Nothing huge, but it was enough to buy some hunting property out in West
Texas a little West of Del Rio.  It is nice.  It is about 80 acres with a
big hill on one end.  I bought a container cabin and put it on top of the
hill.  A container cabin is a used shipping container in which they have
repaired all the leaks in it, insulated it, and built a small living space
inside.  Mine actually had two bedrooms, one on each end, a full bathroom
with a shower and a small kitchen.  My bedroom was at one end with a queen
size bed that I used when I came out to the property.  The other end was a
guest bedroom that had bunk beds.  Or rather the bottom bunk was a
functional bed.  I had piled so much junk I did not have room for anywhere
else on the top bed that it was hardly a bed anymore.

   It was Memorial Day weekend and I always asked for Friday off so that I
could go out there and check all the deer feeders, fill my water tank, and
generally check on things.  But mostly it came down to relaxing away from
everything.  It is so quiet here that if I see two cars all weekend, then
it was busy.

   When I got to the cabin one of the first things I noticed was that my
"Mexican Supply Kit" was empty.

   The Ranch Owners association told us that since we were so close to the
border that occasionally there might be illegals crossing our property. 
You could fence your property but they would often cut the fences or climb
over anyway.  And fences kept away the deer.  The best thing was to just
leave the property open and leave a "Mexican Supply Kit" by your front
door. The kit typically consisted of a bucket of water and an animal safe
container of non perishable food.  I usually tossed fruit bars in mine.  By
leaving this by your door, the illegals would not break into your property
to look for survival stuff because it was available.  I know it seems wrong
to help them or to bribe them not to break in, but some of these people can
be quite desperate and I did not want to chance having to do repairs on the
container if they decided showed up hungry and thirsty.

   The second thing I noticed was that the water bucket lying on its side
was still wet on the inside.  This meant they were likely there within the
last 24 hours.  I got out the binoculars and scanned all of the out laying
areas but could not see anything moving.

   I shrugged and went to unload my truck.  I did not think about it again
till a little bit later when a helicopter passed over.  Actually he did not
so much pass over and pass by, circle around and came back and circled the
cabin then flew away again.  I recognized it as border patrol and I am sure
they recognized me as obviously not an illegal crossing the countryside on
foot.

   After eight hours of driving, I was not going to do any work that day,
only relaxing and resting.  I went and fixed myself a brisket sandwich
using some meat I picked up from a roadside vendor (I always bought from
that guy, has good quality meat) and then headed back to the bedroom to
enjoy some I Dream of Jeanie on the DVD.  (No TV reception out here)

   I had just finished my sandwich when I heard the truck pull up.  A
vehicle passing by is quite an event out here; one pulling into your
driveway is never ignored.

   It was the border patrol.  There were two white SUVs with the green
strip running the length of the vehicle parked outside my little place.  I
came outside about the time they were all unloading.  One officer came over
to me while the others fanned out and poked around at my buildings.

   "How's it going?" I queried as he approached.

   "Going well, sir." He said as he approached.  He held out a hand, I took
it and shook it firmly.

   "Officer Regan, US Border Patrol." He said as he released my hand and
then indicated his badge looped onto his belt.  "You been here long today?"

   "Just got here this afternoon." I indicated.

   He nodded as he pulled out his cell phone.  He pulled up an app that
looked about like a notepad and read a little bit off to himself, as if
reviewing.

   "Sir, around eight am this morning." He started reading something to me
off the phone, "US Border Patrol did discover tracks of a small group of
illegal aliens that crossed Highway 90 and were heading over land in a
northerly direction.  Have you seen any suspicious persons out here on
foot?" The last part he asked while looking directly at me.

   I shook my head, "Anyone out here on foot would be suspicious." My ranch
was practically desert.

   He nodded then pointed down at my feet.  I looked down then back at him.
He pointed again and I realized he was pointing behind me at my supply kit.

   I nodded.  "It was like that when I got here today.  Was still wet
inside."

   "So likely they just came through here." He made the same assumption I
did.  "Do you mind if we look around?"

   I glanced around at all the guys already looking around, but just nodded
my head.  If you ever give border patrol a hard time, they can make your
life a living hell with all the things they can do.

   With my ascension he walked past me to the front door of my cabin and
right through to inside.  I hastened to follow.

   He walked back to my bedroom and looked around and even under the bed,
checked the fridge in the kitchen, checked behind the shower curtain in the
bathroom and then even climbed up to look amongst all the junk on the top
bunk in the other bedroom.  I just followed and blabbered on about
different things he was looking at.  He was not paying me any attention.

   It took them another fifteen minutes to finish searching the place
including a thorough search inside my storage shed (another container). 
They left and I was done with the whole situation and I could finally get
back to relaxing this holiday weekend.  Or so I thought.

   As the sun was starting to go down, I decided to take advantage of the
coolness of the evening and check on my feeders.  I piled a couple of bags
of corn on the four-wheeler and headed out.  I had finished filling the
second feeder when I heard something behind me.  I turned around half
thinking it would be a hog or a deer hearing the feed being poured but
instead was surprised to find a small girl of about thirteen with long
pitch black hair, a concert T-shirt that looked 3 sizes too big for her,
blue jeans, and mismatched tennis shoes.  She was obviously an illegal
Mexican, probably one of those from the small group that had been tracked
nearby that day.

   Her look was similar to one I would have expected to see had it been a
deer, one of surprise and fear.  She looked like she would bolt at any
moment.  She didn't.  Instead she cried.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked.  I was torn between feeling sorry
for her and angry that she would use woman's oldest weapon against man:
tears.  Being married twice, I had experienced my share of being
manipulated by tears.

   She spoke.  I have no idea what she said.  It was in Spanish and it was
between sobs and tears.

   I shook my head at her and very firmly said, "You need to go find your
family and get off my property."

   Her reaction was to stand there and continue to cry.

   I pulled out my cell phone to call the border patrol and she obviously
new my intent because she threw herself at me saying something in Spanish
peppered with a bunch of No's.  "No" is one of the only words I know in
Spanish.  That and gracias.  I always pronounced it "Grassy ass".

   I tried to dial anyway, but I could not get any signal.  I usually
couldn't out here, but sometimes I was lucky if the weather was right. 
Today it was not.

   I put away my phone and she seemed relieved and continued to throw a
bunch of Spanish at me and I just stood there and shrugged.  She kept
pointing this way and that as if that would give me some meaning to her
words.

   I finally had enough, got up on my four-wheeler, pointed to the closest
border of my property and told her to, "Get off my land!"

   I felt a little heartless riding away from her, but she was not my
problem.  She would find her family, they would find her, or border patrol
would find them and all would work out.

   I got to the top of the hill and looked back and could not see her
anymore.  I pulled out the phone again and still could not get a signal.  I
could not even get one standing over next to the container.  Usually that
trick worked when I could get one anywhere else.

   I went back inside, grabbed some microwave popcorn, a Shiner Boch beer
from the fridge and started up a Bewitched DVD in the bedroom.  I was into
the second episode when the knock at the door came.  It was not loud, but
any noise out of the ordinary attracts attention out here.

   It was her.  She looked even more pitiful than before.  She prattled on
some more in Spanish.  I said no and closed the door.

   She knocked again.

   I opened the door and the Spanish this time sounded even more desperate
and she was dancing around a little holding her crotch.  Anyone who has
been a parent is quite familiar with that dance.  I finally relented and
let her in and pointed her to the bathroom.  She disappeared inside with a
string of foreign speak and I think I heard "gracias" in there a few times.

   I stood outside the door and waited for her.  She did not take too long.
When she came out, she looked a little better.  She might have even washed
up a little.

   I opened the front door and pointed outside.  Her expression sank.  She
was pointing towards the kitchen that was right behind me.  I shook my head
and pointed outside.  She started crying again.  It was pitiful and for
some reason it worked because the next thing I knew she was drinking ice
water, and a eating the last of my sliced brisket.

   I stood over her and watched her the whole time and as soon as she was
done, I went back to the front door and ushered her out ignoring all her
protests, not that I could understand them.

   I locked the door and went back to the bedroom.  She knocked a bunch of
more times but I ignored her.

   Around 9 o'clock I went outside to check on everything, put the
four-wheeler away, lock the shed, etc and did not even think about her.  I
did not see her anywhere.

   I was walking back to the cabin when I noticed something that looked out
of place.  There was a dark shape by the door where the Mexican Supply Kit
usually was.  When I got closer I realized it was her.  She was asleep
sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up against her.

   Fatherly instincts kicked in and I shook her awake.  She looked a little
confused and groggy at first and winced away from me like I was going to
hit her.

   I waved my hands at her telling her to follow me and after a moment she
did.  I brought her into the cabin and back to the guest bedroom.  I
indicated the bed and was rewarded with a quick hug and a long line of
thankful sounding Spanish as she got into bed.

   I went to bed and was asleep very quickly.

   In the morning I awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee.  I had expected
to find my cabin looted in the middle of the night for my efforts but
instead the girl was cooking up a meal in the kitchen.  She greeted me as I
came in.  She said words and pointed at the food and I nodded.  I spoke
some words back to her that were probably just as meaningless to her.

   I did have to admit though that it was nice to wake up to food smells.

   Her scrambled eggs were fabulous.  I am not sure how you could screw up
cooking scrambled eggs, but after eating hers I realized I had been
screwing them up all my life.  The bacon was good, crispy with sections
still a little floppy.

   After she served me, she just stood there and watched me eat.  She was
talking a bit.  It did not sound frantic or anything so I did not worry
about it.

   Finally I realized she was not eating and told her to do so and
indicated by pointing at the food and her.  She sounded thankful and served
herself some.  She even had some coffee milk where it is about half coffee
half milk.

   She still prattled on and even though I could not understand it, it
sounded pleasant.  When she was not talking, I found myself talking to her.
I talked about anything, the property; my kids, the previous wives and she
just sat there and listened intently.

   When we were done she cleared the dishes and washed them.  I went back
in my bedroom and got changed for a little bit of work that I would need to
be doing today.

   I came out in my jeans, snake boots and a long sleeve shirt.  I went out
the door and she followed right behind me.  I got the four-wheeler out and
then loaded it with a bale of alfalfa hay from the back of my truck.  As I
got onto the four-wheeler she just sort of stood there looking lost as to
what to do.

   I pointed to the luggage rack behind me and she did not hesitate but
jumped on and straddled the rack with a leg coming out on each side of me.
Then she wrapped her arms around me and pulled up close behind me.

   I first went to the water tank.  There was a pipe that came to here from
the well and I turned on the spigot.  A cascade of water started pouring
into the almost dry tank.

   From there we visited each of my feeders where I replaced batteries and
made sure they were dispensing the food I filled them with the previous
night.  The whole time we were out, we talked.  I don't know what she
talked about and I am sure she had no idea what I talked about, but we
talked.

   For lunch we came back to the cabin and I grilled us some hamburgers.  I
was really enjoying her company.  I told her so, I think she might have
understood, but I was not certain.  It did occur to me I had no idea what I
was going to do with her.  It was Saturday now of a four day weekend.  With
all the checkpoints, there would be no way for me to get her out of here.

   Why did I want to get her out of here?  Another though broke though. 
She was a nuisance and was eating my food for free.  What I really needed
to do was to get her to her family or to border patrol.  I would worry
about that tomorrow though.  There was still plenty of time.

   After lunch we made further rounds around the property and ended the day
at the water tank.  It had filled up by about 6 more inches.  I went and
turned off the spigot and sat down on the banks.  She came over and walked
up and down the shore line and was pointing at the ground and talking on
and on.  It was pleasant.  I realized she was talking about the tracks she
saw along the edge of the water.  We talked about the tracks for a while
and I identified all the different ones to her.

   The sun was getting kind of close to the horizon and I figured it was
time to head back to the cabin.  I started to get up but she did something
that caught me off guard.  She took off her shirt.

   I had spent the entire day enjoying her company and not once thought
about her sexually but now that she had taken off her shirt and I saw her
little half orange shaped breasts with puffy little cone nipples, I found
myself wondering what her pussy looked like.

   It then looked as though I might find out as she shimmied out of her
pants.  But she stopped at her panties, or actually underwear.  I realized
she was wearing boy's underwear.  There was no doubt though that she was a
girl.  She walked out into the water and went to the deepest part of about
2 feet deep and splashed around and seemed to be rinsing herself off and
enjoying the coolness of the water.

   I was enjoying watching her and then she signaled me with a wave that I
should join her.  Throwing caution to the wind, I did.  I shucked all but
my underwear and joined her.  We splashed and played a little, but ended up
just sitting and relaxing in the water and talking.  I even forgot she was
nearly naked.

   I remembered though as we got up to get out.  The water had stretched
and made her underwear heavy and they were pulling themselves down her
body. From behind I could see more and more of her pretty wet ass come into
view as she walked.

   Pretty ass?  What was I thinking about?  She was a little mite of a
thing.  A minor, and she was not just skinny, but even had ribs showing. 
And here I was checking out her ass.  My cock had other ideas though as it
sprang to attention.

   She appeared to realize what was going on and pulled up her underwear as
best as she could.  She did not seem to be teasing me in any way, but
honestly did not know it was happening.  We got dressed and I did my best
not to stare at her body while she put her clothes back on.  I recovered
control over my penis and got it to relax and go back to sleep.

   We went back to the cabin and ate some swai fish I had brought with me.
I was not sure what she was saying about it, but I got the gist that she
had never had fish like that before, or prepared like that or something.

   After dinner she went back to her bedroom and I went to mine.  I put on
some old 80's movie to fall asleep to; I think it was Paper Chase or
something.  I fell asleep very fast after that very full day of activity.

   At some point in the night I woke up.  Something was different, I was
not sure what.  I shifted to sit up and my arm bumped a warm body in the
bed next to me.  She was there in bed with me.  When I pulled back the
covers I realized she was naked.  Naked and beautiful.

   I started to say something to her, to kick her out of my bed but she
kissed me.  It was a light inexperienced kiss on the mouth.  I could not
remember what I was going to say.

   Then she kissed me again.  Her lips were closed; it was more like a long
peck on my lips.

   She pulled back and looked at me in my eyes.  She had an unsure look on
her face.

   I leaned forward and kissed her.  I followed her example and kept my
lips closed for that first returned kiss.  Then I taught her to kiss like
an adult.  Her mouth tried to stay closed as my tongue tried to find its
way in.  Once I got past her lips, I licked her teeth and they opened for
me.  Finally, tentatively, her tongue touched mine.  It was like a bomb
went off inside her and she started frenching me like crazy.

   I ended up with a small breast in my hand.  I don't remember going for
it, but there it was.  It was wonderful.  It had the firmness of youth
capped off in a puffy cone nipple.  I left her tongue and went for her
nipple.  When I put my mouth on it and sucked, I was able to get nearly her
entire breast in my mouth.  I brushed her nipple back and forth with my
tongue and her whole body stiffened up.  She grabbed my head with both
hands and pushed me harder onto her chest.  She felt like she was going to
rip out my hair.  I kept up my ministrations on her breast though and then
switched to the other.  She started saying things that are the same in any
language that you speak.  She started speaking the sounds of sex.  I licked
down her body and found her bush.  It was still sparse but it was already
showing as black and wiry.

   I picked up one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder and dove in
and ran my tongue up and down the length of her pussy.  The pubic hair was
rough and abrasive on my tongue and I loved it.  She seemed to be enjoying
herself too.  I clamped my face onto her little pussy and started sucking.
I used my tongue up and down her slit and paid special attention to her
clitoris.  She went off like a bag of fireworks.  She clamped her thighs
hard on the sides of my head and did not release me until she had three
explosive orgasms in rapid succession.

   I pulled her legs off of me and laid her down on the bed.  She was
breathing heavy and I also needed to catch my breath.  I lay back down on
the bed and stared at the ceiling as I considered the day's events.  I was
not laying there long when her face appeared before mine framed in all her
long hair draped around us.

   She kissed me again and then got on top of me.

   I started to protest.  There was no way I could or should put my dick in
this waif of a girl.  She shut me up with more kisses and then lined my
cock up with her pussy.  There was a lot of pressure as she bore down on me
and then suddenly my cock passed her pussy lips.  Had she not been so wet
with my saliva, I don't think I would have been able to do it.

   This was not enough for her though.  She started bouncing up and down on
me trying to get all of me in her.  She was tight.  It was positively the
tightest fuck I have ever had.  It almost hurt, almost.  Finally she had me
all the way in and I already felt my seed trying to escape my body.  I
gritted my teeth and tried think of anything else.  I even tried to picture
what this poor girl would look like with her belly distended with child
should I cum inside of her.  But that had the opposite effect and I started
dumping a load of baby making juice all inside of her.  She reached another
orgasm at the same time and was bouncing around like crazy.

   When she finally calmed down, I came to a realization.  I was still hard
inside of her even though I had just come.  I guess it was because she was
so tight on me it was preventing me from losing my erection.  I started to
slowly fuck her with short little motions.  After a moment she started to
react with moans and pulling her body up and down mine.  I came to another
realization.  As she moved up and down, her outer pussy lips had a tight
grip on my cock and would not allow either of us to move very far.  I even
tried lifting her a little off my body and could not get her very far
because her pussy grip was so tight.  We were stuck together in
intercourse.

   She did not seem to care and kept her movements on me and through her
slow fucking me she went through another three very deep intense orgasms.
On her third one I joined her and gave her more baby juice.  This time I
did lose my erection.  We fell asleep though with her on top of me and my
penis still in her.  Sometime later it must have come up.  At one point in
the night I woke up and she was snuggled under my arm with her head on my
shoulder.  I slept very soundly after that and did not wake up until
morning.  I found my partner was gone from the bed, but I could smell food
cooking.  I threw on some shorts and came to the kitchen.  She was there
cooking food, but she was naked.  I felt out of place and so I took my
shorts back off.

   We had a lovely breakfast of something I don't remember and then fucked
right there standing up in the kitchen with her pressed between me and the
fridge.  Her feet could not even touch the ground as I pounded her pussy.
After I came in her, I found we were stuck again.  I carried her back to
the bedroom and slow fucked her through a few orgasms till I finally came
again and slid out.  We then went back to sleep.

   I woke up before her and went outside after getting dressed.  This whole
situation had somehow gotten away from me.  Now I was definitely thinking
of ways that I could get her out of here.  It was absurd.  Even if I could
get her past the checkpoints, I could not really expect to keep a little
thirteen year old girl at my home without someone getting suspicious could
I?  Could I?

   She came outside to find me.  She was dressed again in her ill fitting
clothes.  She came to me and we kissed.  Then we got on the four-wheeler
and rode down to the tank.  There she took off all her clothes and got into
the water.  I followed suit.  We fucked there in the water and then luckily
we did not get stuck this time.  We sat in the water and talked more, it
was very fulfilling and relaxing.  I had never had such a good relationship
with either of my other wives.  Maybe it was because I could not understand
her and so we had only the language of love between us.

   When we went to get out, I took her again on the bank and we both came
once before getting dressed and riding back to the cabin.  We had a late
lunch and then went back to bed.  The rest of the day was spent in sex play
of one type or another with fucking any time I could get a hard on.  We
both fell asleep early.  We made love again at least once in the night.  In
the morning I woke to an empty bed.  I got out of bed still naked and went
to go look for her.  She was not in the kitchen, other bedroom or in the
bathroom.  I put on some clothes and went outside.  I saw her then.  I also
saw a couple of other Mexicans.  From the looks of it, they were likely her
parents.  They were talking furiously back and forth.  I was not sure what
was going on.  But they noticed me and the father started in my direction.

   I was not sure what to make of him as he approached and he put his arms
up and I instinctively flinched thinking he was going to kill me for what I
had done to his father.  Instead he hugged me and said "Thank you."

   "Thank you?" I stammered a reply.

   "My daughter say you took her in, hide her from policia, and feed her
good." His English was not good, but better than I expected.

   I just stood there in shock and nodded.

   He took my hand and repeated himself, "Thank you."

   He then turned to the rest of his family and spoke to them in Spanish.
The girl came over and kissed me, chaste at first, then with tongue, but no
too obviously that her parents saw it.  She broke it off, said a lot of
stuff to me in Spanish then waved and the group of them headed away and
quickly disappeared in the scrub.

   I never did see her again.  I feel sad to think of the time we could
have been together if her family had not come for her.  But then I remind
myself to be happy for what we did have.  And then I think about whether I
might have another child out there somewhere