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   Affair of the Heart

   By SpectreOfHell

   Ben simply wasn't used to being around kids.  He and Judith had been
dating for three weeks and had been having sex for two of those, but this
was the first night he'd actually slept over.  Judith had been reluctant
for him to stay at her place, unsure how her daughter would react to it. 
Trudy was twelve years old and had doted on her father when he was around.
It had broken her heart when the man had left without warning, deciding
that he'd rather be with a nineteen year old girl than his wife and
daughter.

   But to everyeone's surprise, Trudy had warmed quickly to Ben.  They
shared a love of comic books, and that helped he guessed.  Judith had loved
it, that was certain.  She'd stood happily in the doorway of Trudy's
bedroom watching the pair of them sitting on the floor pouring over the
girl's meager collection.  Normally shy, Trudy hadn't even minded sitting
there with Ben wearing her thin cotton shorts and tank top.  She was a shy
girl most of the time, with few friends and a low self-concept.  Judith
told Ben it was good for the girl to connect with him.  Besides, Judith
liked having him around.

   Ben wasn't so sure she'd want him around anymore if she found out what
had happened between him and Trudy.  He hadn't meant for it to happen, that
was true, but it wouldn't matter to Judith or to a court.  He simply wasn't
used to being around kids, not used to having to guard himself or to being
careful just who it was he was cuddling with in the morning.

   "Hey sleepyhead," Judith said that fateful morning.  He was still curled
up under the covers and she sat next to him, bending over to kiss his
forehead.  "Since you're off work today," she said, nuzzling him, "would
you mind taking Trudy to school for me?  I've got to go in early today."

   "Hmph, yeah, okay," he grunted.  "No problem."

   "Thanks, sweetie," she said, grinning.  "I'll wake her up on my way out.
Don't oversleep, okay?"

   "I won't," he assured her, smiling back at her.  Judith finished getting
ready, and by the time she was on her way out the door Ben was already
drifting back off into dreamland.  She kept her word, though, waking up her
daughter on the way out.  Only Trudy wasn't eager to wake up either.  She
fell back asleep almost right away.  Judith, in a hurry, paid no attention.

   Trudy just didn't feel like going to school that day.  She'd had so much
fun the night before with Ben that she'd stayed up late re-reading some of
her favorite comics.  She woke up groggy just past eight o'clock.  The
house was quiet, which surprised her.  Normally her mother would be
freaking out by now if she was this late.  Trudy slid out of bed and padded
barefoot down the hall to her mother's bedroom, her eyes remaining mostly
closed along the way.  She still had on her nightwear, a short nightie and
a pair of panties.  It had been warm the night before and she just hadn't
wanted to wear much.

   She saw a lump under the covers in her mother's bed and felt a surge of
relief.  Either it was Saturday and she'd lost track of days or her mother
was staying home too.  But either way it meant she didn't have to worry
about school today.  Smiling to herself, Trudy slid under the covers of her
mother's bed rather than returning to her own bed.  She did this often. 
Judith loved cuddling her daughter.  Trudy put her back to her mother
hoping she would spoon her like she usually did, and slid closer until she
could feel the warmth of a body against her.  Then she promptly fell back
asleep.

   Ben felt the bed shift and a moment later felt the warmth of a body next
to him.  Groggily, he turned toward it, throwing his arm across what he
thought was Judith's body.  He wasn't fully awake so he didn't think about
why Judith would have come back to bed after having kissed him goodbye.  He
didn't think to wonder why Judith was so much smaller in size or why she
smelled like lavender instead of strawberries.  He simply pulled her closer
to his body, spooning her.  She sighed in contentment and that made him
smile.  He slept.

   And he dreamed.  He dreamed about the sex he'd wanted to have the night
before with Judith, but she'd been afraid of Trudy hearing them.  He was
horny in the dream, sporting a huge erection, and in the dream Judith was a
very willing partner.  He pulled her to his body and began to hump at her.
Judith squealed in delight.  "Fuck me Big Daddy!" she said in his dream.

   Ben came half-awake.  She'd never said anything like that to him in
life, and it turned him on.  He wondered if she'd be willing to roleplay.
Then he became aware of the body cradled in his arms and he smiled.  "Mmm,"
he said, squeezing her.  He drew her earlobe into his mouth, then he began
to plant soft kisses on her neck.

   Trudy woke slowly from the strange dream she was having.  At first she
dreamed that she was a superhero and she was flying through the air, and
then she was fighting a supervillain afraid for her life.  Only the villain
wasn't punching her...he was kissing her.  She could really feel the lips
on her neck and she shivered in delight.  She was cradled in a pair of
strong arms and she could smell Ben's cologne on the pillow beneath her
head.  The villain in her dream looked alot like him.  She dreamed of
kissing him on his lips and hearing him tell her he loved her.  A thrill
raced through her young body.  She'd kissed a few boys before, but never as
much as she'd wanted to.  All she had was her fantasies and the orgasms she
gave herself in her bed some nights.  The dream was strange, but it was
wonderful too.

   Ben was starting to become aware that something was different about
Judith, that something might be wrong.  He ground his erection into her ass
and let his hand slide down to her breasts.  He frowned, waking a little
more.  Judith had large breasts, but the tit in his palm was tiny.

   Trudy felt her mother moving behind her and woke up a little more.  Her
hand held her hip and she was moving against her.  Was she...grinding?  Was
Mom having a sex-dream?  The shreds of Trudy's own sex dream lingered in
her thoughts, the image of Ben and the feel of his lips...

   Wait.  Mom was kissing her neck just like Ben had been doing in the
dream.  And something pressed between the globes of her asscheeks.  She
came fully awake with a sudden start.  She remembered her mother telling
her goodbye that morning.  She remembered that Ben was going to spend the
night.  Once again, she inhaled the scent of his cologne, and she new
suddenly what it was that pressed into her asscheeks.  It was Ben's
erection.

   Fear and shock ran through her.  Ben's hand closed around her small
breast making her gasp.  He was molesting her!  But no, wait, he grunted as
he nuzzled her.  He was dreaming, just as she'd been doing.  He wasn't
awake yet.  Was he...was he dreaming of her, the way she'd dreamed of him?
Suddenly her fear turned to excitement.  She felt a tingle between her legs
and in her breasts.  Her nipples were already stiffening as he palmed them.
She thrust a hand between her legs to press against her pussy through her
panties, feeling a thrill race through her.

   Ben fought waking up.  If he was dreaming this, then it was okay.  What
went on in a person's head was never a crime, and he was becoming aware
that the person he was dreaming of wasn't Judith at all.  It was Trudy.  It
was sick, he knew, but he could rationalize it.  She was a beautiful young
girl, even if she didn't think so herself.  He pictured her as she'd looked
the night before sitting on her floor looking at comics, her skinny legs
bare up to mid-thigh, her bony shoulders exposed by her tanktop, the way
her short brown hair framed her pixie-face.  She was going to be a real
beauty when she grew up...no, she was a real beauty NOW.  Those full lips
were made for kissing, and her tiny breasts, already almost A-cups and she
was only 12 years old, were going to swell into ripe melons one day.

   "Judith," he groaned, catching himself a nanosecond before he spoke
Trudy's name instead.  Trudy stiffened in his arms, a little jealous.  He
thought he was doing this to her mother, so he wasn't molesting her after
all.  He was just doing what came natural.  She didn't know what to do,
really.  She knew she was supposed to pull away, but she didn't want to. 
It felt too nice.  Ben's hand slid from her breasts onto her tummy and
continued to head down.  Trudy felt a moment of panic.  What should she do?
He was going to touch her pussy!  She couldn't let him do that...could she?
Her mind raced.  She could pretend she was still asleep, too.  She'd never
been touched on her pussy before (she didn't count Mom or herself).  She
could pretend to wake up later and claim she remembered none of this.  That
would let him off the hook, right?  And the more she thought about it,
about Ben's strong hand caressing her between her legs, the more she wanted
it.

   By that point, the tips of his fingers were passing the elastic
wasitband of her panties.  She held her breath as she felt the pressure of
his touch pass over the sparse muff of pubic hair she had.  His fingers
pressed between her skinny thighs, following the line of her slit.  Trudy
couldn't help herself.  She moaned and spread her legs.

   The moan woke Ben.  At first he still thought he must be holding Judith.
Trudy wouldn't have just lain there letting him do this.  Right?  He smiled
and nuzzled her hair.  She lifted her leg and moved it to drape over his,
giving him full access to her crotch.  He cupped her firmly, delighted at
the heat and moisture he found there.  Normally he wasn't one for a morning
fuck, but he was hornier than he could remember being in a long time.  He
suckled her earlobe as he moved his hand swiftly to the top of her panties
and slid it inside.

   Trudy stiffened and clutched at the sheets in her little fists.  He was
doing it!  His hand was sliding into her panties, and then she felt the
tips of his fingers on her clit.  He continued downward until he was
cupping her pussy completely in his hand.  His finger split her labia,
gently probing into her hole.  Trudy had fucked herself with the handle of
her hairbrush many times, and his finger seemed to fit into her perfectly.
She was thrilled beyond words.  She reached back to clutch at him,
forgetting to pretend she was still asleep.  It no longer seemed to matter.
She moaned.

   Ben froze.  The pussy around his finger was far too tight to be
Judith's. The body in his arms was too small.  And the moan...he realized
with a heart-stopping shock that his dream had come true and it was Trudy
he held in his arms.  Trudy whose pussy his finger was buried in.  And
Trudy who was clutching at him as her body trembled with desire.  He didn't
know what to do.  His sleepy brain lurched into gear in fits and starts and
he analyzed his situation.  This was enough to end his relationship with
Judith and to put him in prison.  He really liked Trudy, and he'd never
want to traumatize her.  But, said his brain, Judith never had to know, and
it certainly didn't seem like Trudy was acting traumatized.  He listened to
her gasping breath, felt her pussy throbbing around his finger hot and wet,
felt her body trembling and the way she pulled at him with the leg she had
draped over his.

   She had opened herself willingly to him.  He wasn't fooled into thinking
she was still asleep.  Tentatively, he wiggled his finger inside her.  She
gasped again and clutched even harder at him.  Self-control crumbled.  He
nuzzled her neck this time fully aware of who it was his lips were tasting.
"Trudy," he groaned, grinding his erection into her asscheeks.

   "Ben," she gasped back at him, thrilled to hear her name on his lips. 
There was no hiding it now.  They both knew.  And they both wanted it.  His
desire surprised Ben.  He hadn't been attracted to girls this age since he
was this age himself.  Always his tastes had matured along with his body.
Trudy awoke something slumbering inside him, a desire that blossomed in his
heart and in his loins.

   Trudy was flowering.  This was the pleasure she'd always dreamed of
experiencing.  She had first played doctor with a boy when she was seven
years old, not really understanding the game back then.  Once her mother
had given her "the talk," she'd been more keen about exploration.  She'd
seen a dozen cocks in her young life and touched most of them.  She'd even
stroked a few erections, though she always balked at anyone's suggestion
that she put one in her mouth.  She had watched romantic movies and seen
the love scenes, and she had wondered what it would feel like.  What sex
would be like.  Even on her best days, her fingers had never made her pussy
throb as much as it was now with Ben's finger in there.  It filled her so
sweetly, and she couldn't imagine being able to take his cock into her
body.

   Just the thought of that, the idea that she would let him fuck her if he
wanted to, thrilled her so much that she nearly came.  Ben groaned and
pulled her closer to his body, squeezing her pussy in his hand.  She was so
tiny!  How could he have ever mistaken her for her mother?  It was desire
that had tricked him, a desire for this angel that he had not wanted to
acknowledge.  He hugged her tightly and ground against her, wedging his
cock between the soft globes of her ass.  He pushed his arm beneath her
body so that both arms were around her, and squeezed her tiny breasts
gently.  Trudy moaned again, not the sound of a twelve year old pubescent
girl, but the sound of a young woman in lust.

   "I want you, Trudy," he said to her, the words leaping ahead of thought.

   "Oh, Ben," she moaned back at him, her narrow hips churning.  "I want
you too."

   She didn't understand, he told himself, and he didn't have the courage
to repeat his desire aloud.  Trembling, knowing he was crossing a line that
could never be uncrossed, he withdrew his arms from around her.  Trudy's
eyes flew open and she rolled partially onto her back so that she could
look at him.  Her groan was one of frustration.  But Ben wasn't stopping.
He slid a little away from her and eased her fully onto her back.  She lay
there, blinking up at him as he loomed over her, chest heaving, eyes wide.

   He's going to do it to me, she thought.  He's going to put his dick
inside me.  We're going to fuck.

   The very idea sent a chilling thrill through her body.  Her legs parted
automatically, her body responding to desire before her thoughts could
follow.  Ben noticed, too.  He saw her parting her slender thighs and knew
that she would give him anything he wanted.  His heart suddenly felt as if
it would burst.  He hesitated, hovering over her, staring into her dark
eyes.  And then he said the words that she most longed to hear.

   "I love you, Trudy," he said.  The words came from a wellspring deep
within his soul, rising up through warnings and common sense, tumbling from
his mouth of their own volition.

   Trudy sucked in a sharp breath.  Her lower lip quivered, and her eyes
became watery.  For a moment, only a moment, Ben felt a pang of fear, of
worry, but she spoke to him in a feathery voice saying, "I love you too,
Ben." And all was well again.

   Ben bent over her swiftly, pressing his lips to hers.  It was the kiss
she had dreamed of, had wanted more than any other, and it was sweeter than
any imagining could have been.  His lips were heavy on hers, and when she
inhaled her nostrils were filled with the manly scent of him.  Her arms
flew up and around his neck, clasping him joyously to body.  She felt the
tip of his tongue emerge from his mouth and tentatively touch her lips. 
She opened her mouth to him willingly, accepting his tongue, meeting it
with her own smaller one, moaning as she engaged in her very first french
kiss.

   Ben was trembling by then.  He shifted his weight to one arm to keep his
larger body from crushing the child beneath him, and used his free hand to
paw at her body.  He was thrilled to feel how erect her little nipples
were. The scent rising from between her spread legs was hot and musky.  He
cupped her crotch again, digging fingers and thumb into her slit through
the fabric.  Trudy moaned into his mouth.

   The man tore his mouth from the girl's and he slid his body down the bed
swiftly.  Trudy was confused.  She lifted up onto her elbows to watch him,
wondering why he wasn't trying to put his dick into her like she'd
expected. What she saw him doing confused her, and then terrified her.  Ben
positioned himself on his tummy between her legs and eagerly pulled aside
the crotch of her pantyhose, revealing her sparsly pubed pussy to the air.
She gasped.  No one had looked at her pussy in a long time.  And no one had
looked at it that closely before.

   "My god, Trudy," Ben hissed.  She was momentarily afraid, thinking he
didn't like her pussy, but then she saw the gleam in his eyes, the smile on
his face, and she was filled with pride.  He slid his fingers along her
slit, making her sigh.  He spread her labia with his fingers to expose the
pink insides, glistening with her moisture now.  When he rubbed his finger
over her little clit, Trudy moaned deeply.  Her eyes fluttered closed and
she fell back onto the bed, trembling.  And then it got even better.

   Ben leaned closer and licked her.  He ran his tongue from the bottom of
her preteen slit to the top, tasting underage pussy for the very first
time. She was metallic and doughy at the same time, and yet clean and pure
in a way that a mature pussy never could be again.  He closed his lips
around her clit and sucked, making her squeak adorably.  Then he thrust his
tongue into the entrance of her body as if he were french-kissing her
pussy. She threw out her arms and clawed at the bed, her eyes flying open
wide as she cried out loudly.

   Never had she felt anything like this or had even dreamed of feeling
something this wonderful.  Ben moved his lips back to her clit as he tried
to ease a finger into her pussy hole.  He thought she would be a virgin,
that he'd encounter her hymen.  But he didn't.  It took only a moment to
work his finger into her down to the last knuckle.  Trudy moaned and began
to move her hips, wanting more and more.  His finger felt incredible inside
her, totally unlike her own smaller digit or even the hard handle of her
hairbrush.  It was warm and wiggly and alive and...and...

   Trudy came.  Orgasm exploded through her little body as she clutched at
the bed beneath her, afraid she'd fly off.  Ben felt her muscles quivering,
felt her pussy clamp down on his finger, tasted the thick juices that ran
out of her.  It was the most erotic thing he'd ever known.  And he knew
what he had to do next.

   If she'd had a hymen, her orgasm would have been the end of it.  Of
course he wanted more.  He wanted his cock in her mouth, he wanted to
please her over and over again.  But she had no barrier.  She had nothing
that would cause her pain if he tried to fuck her.  Ben shoved his boxers
down, kicking them off, then rose over her little body again.

   Trudy was dazed, but she had never felt so wonderful in her life.  The
glow her orgasm left her with was the best feeling in the world.  She felt
the bed shifting, saw Ben rising over her, and she smiled warmly at him. 
She loved him more than anything else in the world.  When she saw him kneel
on the bed, his knees right next to her body and her thin legs draped over
his thighs, she lifted her head to look at him.  She saw his naked cock and
she gasped.  It was huge!  Twice as big as any she'd ever seen.  And much,
much thicker than the handle of her hairbrush!  It throbbed with his pulse
and drooled liquid from the tip.  She remembered "the talk." That was
precum, natural lubricant.  He was going to do it to her.

   "Are we going to fuck, Ben?" she asked in a whisper.

   Ben froze.  That was exactly what he wanted, but he realized he could
never do anything she didn't want to do.  His love for her was real and
profound.  "I want to," he said to her.  "Do you?  Do you want me to fuck
you, Trudy?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "Will it fit in me?"

   "We could try," he said.

   She smiled.  "You'll stop if I say so?" she asked.

   "Of course," he said earnestly.

   "Okay," she told him, and their fate was sealed.

   Ben grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.  Trudy
lifted her legs into the air, giggling as he removed her panties.  He
tossed them aside carelessly and she lowered her legs again, draping them
once more over his thighs.  Ben's large, strong hands slid over her slender
legs to her hips.  He used both thumbs to massage her exposed pussy.  She
moaned.  All caution was gone now.  She was a child and he was a man and
she was a woman and he wanted her.  He scooted a little closer until the
tip of his cock nudged against her pussy.  They both gasped at the same
time.

   Trudy felt the knob of his dick press between her labia.  He missed her
hole and that made his cockhead slide upward, dragging his shaft over her
sensitive clit.  She clawed at the bedspread again, gasping.  Ben rocked
back and reached between their bodies to grasp his cock.  He guided it
lower, pushing the head right against the opening to her body.  Trudy was
suddenly afraid, but she wanted it more than any fear could inspire her to
want to stop what was happening.

   "Are you ready?" he asked, gazing into her eyes.

   The fact that he had paused to ask such a thing cinched the love she
felt for him.  She nodded.  With his eyes still locked on hers, he pushed
forward.

   At first, it didn't feel like anything was happening.  There was
pressure, and that felt good all by itself.  Then she felt herself starting
to stretch, to open to him, to allow him in.  The large head of his cock
moved past her labia and into her body.  Groaning, he rocked his hips back
and forth, fucking her with just the tip of his engorged cock.  Trudy had
never imagined sex would feel like that, and she wanted more of him.  She
lifted her legs and dug her heels into his sides.  Ben got the hint.  She
wanted more, and so did he.

   Ben grasped her narrow hips.  He pulled her body to his even as he
pushed his own hips forward.  The combination of his precum and the juices
of her orgasm were all the lubrication they needed.  He rocked a little,
working himself into her, filling her.  Trudy's eyes widened.  She sucked
in a breath and held it as her back arched.  Her toes curled, but she
continued to dig her heels into him.  It hurt in a way, she was being
stretched, but it also felt incredibly good.  She was being filled in a way
that she never imagined possible.

   He moaned deeply.  He couldn't believe he was doing this!  An hour ago,
he was laying in bed dreaming, and now the dream had become reality.  This
was a twelve year old girl beneath him, clawing at the bed, desperate to be
joined with him.  He pushed harder and saw over half his length vanish into
her body.  Her pussy was stretched obscenely around his fat cock.  It
seemed impossible that it was really inside her.  He paused and asked, "Are
you okay?  Do you want to stop?"

   She shook her head quickly, sweat beading her forehead.  "No," she
gasped.  "Don't stop.  Put it all in me!"

   Ben moaned.  He eased back, withdrawing.  Trudy grasped at him,
confused, and then she screamed as he shoved into her forcefully. 
Three-fourths of his cock was now inside her.  He eased back again.  Trudy
understood this time.  She screamed once more as he plunged forward to the
same point.  She was too tight, it was all he could get into her.  That was
enough, he decided.  Tears were streaming from Trudy's eyes by then, and he
felt like a monster until she gasped, "Ben!  Feels so good!"

   Groaning, he began to fuck her.  He fucked her gently, sliding his cock
in and out of her tight pussy slowly.  Every stroke stretched her.  Every
stroke filled her so beautifully that she thought she was going to melt
away.  She dug her heels into his hips and gripped his forearms with her
little hands as he leaned over her.  "We're really doing it, Ben," she
moaned.  "We're...we're fucking."

   Hearing the word on the child's lips was magical.  He moaned and pushed
into her, his orgasm already boiling up inside him.  Too soon!  "Trudy!" he
cried out, shaking.  "I'm gonna cum, Trudy!"

   She understood what that meant.  He was going to squirt his sperm into
her.  She moaned at the very thought.  "Do it, Ben!" she hissed at him. 
"Do it inside me!"

   He nearly swooned.  Her body was shaking, the muscles of her tummy
rippling each time he thrust his cock into her body.  He was moving faster
now, lost in the frenzy of his lust for the girl below him.  Trudy felt his
cock swelling inside her, growing impossibly larger.  It was unlike
anything in her experience.  He was her handsome knight, her prince
charming, and she was his damsel, his princess, his forever and ever.  Ben
felt his heart bursting with love as the cum surged through his cock.  He
thrust into her forcefully and held himself there, the world exploding in
light as he came.

   Trudy felt heat splashing against the deepest part of her insides.  That
was his sperm, the stuff that made babies, and he was squirting it right up
inside her.  They had fucked, and he had cum, and it was more wonderful
than wonderful.  He moaned her name loudly, adding, "I love you!"

   That was something he had never done with any other lover.  Trudy felt
the bond instantly.  "I love you, Ben!" she yelled up at him, and suddenly
she was in the throes of orgasm herself.  His cock pulsed, sending more of
his thick seed into her body, and her pussy clamped down on the invading
shaft, her rippling contractions milking his orgasm out of him.  He sagged
when it was done, totally spent.  He couldn't hold himself up and lowered
his weight gently on top of her.

   Trudy didn't mind.  She wrapped her arms and legs around his body,
clinging to him tightly.  "I love you so much," she whispered.

   "I love you too, Trudy," he replied, gasping.  Eventually, he had
strength enough to roll off her to the side.  Feeling his fat cock leaving
her body felt like losing a piece of her soul to Trudy, but she turned as
he lay on his back and pressed her body to his side.  He cradled her close
to his body and kissed her forehead.  She wiggled up until they could press
their lips together again.  "Are you okay?" he asked.

   "I'm fine," she giggled.

   "I mean, are you okay with this?" he asked.  "We...we had sex, Trudy."

   She giggled again.  "When can we do it again, Ben?" she asked.

   If he'd had any doubts about her willingness, about her participation in
what had just happened, they vanished.  He smiled at her and said, "Soon, I
hope."

   "Me, too," she said.  "I really do love you, Ben."

   "I really do love you too, Trudy."

   They kissed again and held each other, waiting for whatever came next.

  
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