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by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)

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While on a mental health vacation, Chris meets an old 
friend and his preteen goddess of a daughter, whom the 
friend despises. It takes some doing, but Chris becomes 
her knight in shining armor. (Mg, ped, exh, rom)

***

I had waited a long time for vacation, so long, that 
when it came, I didn't have a plan. I thought I would 
just go wherever I felt. I had always wanted to see the 
big city, so, off I went.

My first day there I had a major surprise. I literally 
tripped over an old buddy. We had served in the 
military together. He had his wife with him. We did a 
fast catch up, then he invited me out to his place and 
gave me directions.

Mike's place was way out in the country. It was a 
large, old, house that had probably been a farmhouse at 
one time. He assigned me to a room off of the kitchen. 
We had dinner together. A very important thing happened 
during the dinner.

When she walked into the room, everything stopped as an 
icy stillness filled the room. 

She was a preteen goddess. I've seen her like before, 
in the Pre-Raphaelite paintings that hang in major 
museums. Her long brown hair hung to mid back. The 
chiseled features of her angel like face were 
contrasted perfectly by her full ruby red lips and 
alabaster skin. A thin figure revealed someone who ran 
a lot, or who had perfect genes. Tiny bumps protruded 
from her chest against her shirt. A perfectly round 
butt made me wonder what it looked like bare.

The goddess filled a plate with food and left the room. 
When she was gone, Mike broke the stillness by 
anticipating my question. "That's Rachel," he began. 
"Product of my first marriage. Her mom is in jail for 
embezzlement. The law says I have to take her. Beats 
paying child support. I don't like her, and I can't 
wait until the day she leaves." That being said, I let 
the subject go.

After dinner, I surmised that the staircase that led 
off from near my room probably led to hers. I went up 
the stairs. I noticed the door was open ajar. I 
knocked, then entered. She was sitting at a desk doing 
homework. "Hi, I'm Chris, a friend of your dad's."

"Can I help you with something?" she shot back.

"We didn't meet, and I thought I'd say hello."

"You've said it, anything else?"

"No," I replied, sensing the hostility. "I'll leave you 
alone now."

I left the room. As I started down the stairs, the door 
slammed behind me.

The next day, I headed into the city. I did some 
touristy things, then headed back to Mike's place. I 
arrived in time for dinner. Mike and Lisa were heading 
out. They convinced me to join them. They were heading 
out to a place renowned for giant burgers.

The burgers were very tasty. As we finished up, I asked 
if Mike was going to take anything back for Rachel. 
"She knows where to find food" he spit out. I went up 
and ordered a combo-to go. Mike asked me what I was 
doing. I told him I was going to eat the combo later. 
He gave me a strange look. I made a show of eating some 
of the fries on the way back. 

When we got back, I made a show of heading to my room, 
while Mike set up some movies. Making sure no one was 
looking, I headed up to Rachel's room. The door was 
ajar. I knocked and entered again. She was lying on the 
bed reading a book. I set the combo down on her desk. 
"Your dad wanted you to have this," I said.

"That's a lie, but thank you, um, Chris... right?"

She walked over to the bag. She sniffed the food, then 
lifted out the burger. She unwrapped it and took out a 
bite as if she was starving. I felt bad and good at the 
same time. I left the room.

The next day, as I drove around the city, I couldn't 
get Rachel out of my mind. I did some window shopping. 
I had noticed that when I was in her room, she had very 
little. The closet was open, and only a few items were 
there. In a window, I saw it. It was a blue ensemble. I 
thought how perfect it would look on Rachel. I went in 
the store and described her to a saleslady. 

When I got back to Mike's, I made sure where everyone 
was before I went to get the dress out of the car. I 
took the dress up to her room. Her eyes bugged out when 
she saw it. She looked at the dress, then placed it 
against her body and looked in a mirror." Wait here" 
she said excitedly as she ran in her tiny bathroom. She 
came out a minute later in the dress. She looked 
ravishing. "There's shoes" I added placing them on the 
floor. They fit like a glove. The saleslady had earned 
her commission.

I left the room, then spent some time with Lisa and 
Mike before heading back to my room. I was only there a 
few minutes when she stormed in. "Why are you being 
nice to me?" Rachel demanded.

"Because I think you deserve to be treated better. 
Because it breaks my heart to see you isolated in that 
room, away from your mother, and friends. I just 
thought you deserved to be treated as a human being... 
a girl."

You could see the wind go out of her. She crumpled to 
the bed. Her lower lip began to tremble as she 
dissolved into a full cry. I sat beside her and took 
her in my arms as she wept tears of shame, rage, and 
frustration. She cried herself to sleep in my arms.

In the morning, we both stirred awake as we heard 
footsteps in the kitchen. Quietly, she slid out of bed 
and tiptoed to the door. She took a look, crept back, 
gave me a peck on the cheek and crept out. I heard her 
go upstairs, change clothes, then run out to catch the 
bus. 

I saw Mike in the kitchen a little later. "Got anything 
planned?" he asked. "I'll just do some driving around," 
I replied. 

As I drove around that day, I did some deep thinking. 
Clearly, something had to be done, and I wasn't sure 
what. I even stayed away extra long, not arriving until 
late in the evening. I saw Mike at the door. "Long 
day?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said, "I'm turning in." I went to my room, 
but headed upstairs a minute later. Her room door was 
ajar again. I knocked, then entered.

She had her back to me, but she was naked and standing 
in a tub. "I'm sorry" I stammered as I started to 
leave. "It's ok," she said. "You're in time, would you 
wash my back?" She handed me a bar of soap. She still 
had her back to me, and I was trying not to invade her 
privacy. 

I rubbed the bar on her back and stopped right above 
her butt. I handed her back the bar. "Rinse me?" she 
asked pointing to a jug on the floor. I picked up the 
jug and started at her shoulders, watering her back. 
She turned to let me rinse her entire body. 

As the soap washed away, strawberry like pink puffy 
nipples came into view atop tiny cones of white flesh. 
A few hairs were growing in around her slit. My 
trousers stood at half mast. "I-I better go," I 
stammered as I left. 

I went back to my room and had the urge to pull my pud. 
I knew if she heard me do that I would be so 
embarrassed. I undressed, climbed into bed, and tried 
to make sense of a thousand thoughts.

My thoughts were interrupted as she slipped into the 
room. She was wearing a long white nightgown. She 
leaned in and kissed me. She still smelled of the 
freshness of the soap. "Move over," she whispered. 

I moved over and she spooned against me. I was rock 
hard, but I don't think she minded as she ground her 
butt against my dick. I caressed her, letting my hand 
gently slide up her side. "That's nice," she cooed. 

I wanted to make love to her right there, but I was 
afraid Mike might hear the noise. I ran my hand under 
her nightie, up her side to one of her small breasts. 
She lifted her arm slightly to give me better access. I 
fondled it a moment, then moved my hand slowly down her 
stomach to her slit. 

She parted her legs, I played with her clit. I felt her 
breathing increase and she panted into a pillow as I 
brought her to an orgasm that caused her to stiffen, 
then relax. I slid my dick out of my jockies and placed 
it between her butt cheeks. I gently rubbed back and 
forth, lubricated by the sweat betwen our bodies. I was 
very aroused and it didn't take but a minute before I 
messed her behind with my spew. We fell into a quiet 
sleep.

The next day, as I drove around again, a plan came 
together. I made sure to arrive just as Rachel got 
home. She gave me a curious look as I approached Mike, 
who was working in his yard. I motioned her to go in.

I walked up to Mike, "Hey Mike, do you remember Laura?"

"Why are you bringing that up? I thought that was over 
with. I slept with your girlfriend. I apologized. I 
thought this was old news."

"I need to ask you a big favor, and I wanted to remind 
you that you owe me one."

"Uh oh, what the hell is it, and how much is it going 
to cost me?"

"I want to take Rachel home with me."

"ARE YOU SOME KIND OF PERV?!" he roared.

"No, you yourself said you didn't like her."

"You're damn right on that."

"I live in the best school district in the state. 
There's room for her to do things, advance, grow. She 
wouldn't be so isolated." 

"Why do you want her?"

"I just feel bad for her, her mom in prison, you don't 
like her. What about high school?"

He gave me a look, "All right."

"I'll need her papers, and a release of guardianship 
from you."

"I'll go tell the old lady. But we're square now. And I 
wouldn't stick around if I was you."

"I'll go pack now. And Mike? Thanks."

He scowled and headed off to the house. I went upstairs 
and told Rachel that we were leaving. I rushed 
downstairs, threw my things together, then checked on 
Rachel again. She was putting things in garbage bags. I 
went into the front portion of the house. I could hear 
screaming coming from Mike's room. I put my things in 
the car and made a load of Rachel's things. I saw Mike 
in the kitchen. He handed me a bundle of papers. 

"Go, just go, and don't ever come back again."

I thanked him, but he turned and was dismissive of me. 
I finished getting Rachel's things. As we drove away, 
Mike waved from a window. I waved back. Rachel shot him 
the bird. Then she cuddled next to me.

We needed to make a hotel stop on the way home. She 
went right into the bathroom and took a shower. I was 
watching TV when she came out a while later. She was 
wearing only a towel. She walked up to the bed and 
dropped the towel. Naked, she climbed under the covers 
and crawled up on me.

"I'm going to make you a wonderful wife. I'll do 
anything you want to." We kissed.

"I can't now. This is the wrong place. I don't want our 
first time to be in some hotel. Can you wait until we 
get home. It'll be right then."

"OK, but I'm not moving." 

We kissed some more, but fell asleep. The next day we 
reached my place in mid afternoon. I made her wait in 
the car. I tidied up the place, then went back to her. 
I lifted her up in my arms and carried her in the 
house. I laid her on my bed. "Now?" she asked. Yes was 
my reply as I undressed her.

She looked into my eyes with a combination of trust and 
love as I took off her shirt and bra. She laid back and 
lifted her hips as slid her jeans and panties off at 
the same time.

She gently complied as I spread her legs and moved my 
head to that special place between her legs. She 
noisily inhaled as I licked, first her outer lips, then 
her inner lips. She moaned as my tongue penetrated her 
virginal pussy. Her breathing became more rapid as I 
worked her young pussy with my tongue. She arched her 
back. She ran a hand through my hair, then grasped my 
hair as she pushed my head down and pushed her hips up. 
She let out a squeal, shuddered, then relaxed.

I laid on the bed and had her mount me. I placed my 
dick at the entrance to her pussy. Placing my hands on 
her hips, I lowered her. I felt the resistance of her 
hymen, then pushed through. She gasped, but continued, 
taking all of me in her . She rocked slowly back and 
forth on me, clearly feeling some discomfort. I rolled 
her over and slowly pumped her tight little hole. 

She responded to my thrusts with her body, running her 
hands across my body, sometimes pulling into me, 
sometimes thrusting her hips while she moaned and 
panted the whole time. I felt the cum rising, then came 
in her for the first time. A moment later, my semi 
softened dick popped out of her as a combination of 
blood, semen and her fluids ran out of her coating my 
balls and her ass.

I rolled off of her. "So, that's what it feels like?" 
she asked. 

"It'll get better, I promise" I told her. "I know." she 
said, "you rescued me, and I will do whatever you want 
from now on." 

"We have to get you in school."

"Can't I have a honeymoon?"

"I do have a week of vacation left."

She thought for a moment. "Take me somewhere where I 
can see the beach, and we won't leave the bed."

"Promise?" I asked.

"For you, anything."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.