TITLE: Artist 4 - Maryanne
Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

STORY CODES: Mf, Mg, cheat

SUMMARY: 22-year-old Danny was married to Amanda who was 12 years
older than him. Her three daughters, now aged 15, 13, and 10,
were all living with them. He had been having sexual relations on
a regular basis with the two oldest girls but knew he had to make
some changes.

ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS
ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving
minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view
such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to
actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I
neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in
sexual oriented acts with adults.


It was a rough Sunday night. I woke up often from dreams about
the girls, mostly about little Patty. I had made my decision. I
was not going to violate Patty. She was just too young. I said it
to myself as if that excused my behavior with my other two
stepdaughters. But of course it didn't.

Life went on as usual, like it had the prior week. In the
mornings I would fuck my oldest stepdaughter Natalie, pretty much
anywhere we wanted to in the house. I found myself rushing my
clients out as soon as I could so that I could get back to
Natalie. By the end of the second week we had christened every
room, bathroom, and closet in the house, every table, chair, and
couch we owned. I would never be able to find a place in that
house where I wouldn't be able to remember Natalie and I fucking.


In the afternoon, when the other two girls came home from summer
school I would have Natalie watch Patty while I took Donna down
to my basement bedroom to fuck. That was the arrangement I had
come up with to keep Donna from saying anything to my wife
Amanda. That evening my wife and I would usually have sex. When
we did it was not as good as it used to be because I was tired
and felt used up. If it wasn't for the fact that I was so young I
probably couldn't have survived it. Even so, I was becoming
exhausted, trying to keep up with it all. By the end of the
second week I had had enough.

In my own bed with Natalie Friday morning, just after having a
truly wonderful yet tiring round of sex, I told her, "As much as
I love being with you like this Natalie, I can't keep up anymore.
I have to stop, at least for a while."

"If you stop fucking me I'm not going to keep Patty occupied in
the afternoon just so you can fuck Donna," she warned. But I had
already considered that.

"I know. It wouldn't be fair to ask that of you anyway. Besides,
I am stopping it with Donna too," I informed her. "I just can't
continue, physically I can't. I need a rest. I might not even
start it up again. I've given this a lot of thought. You need to
start being with boys your own age. You have the experience now.
You are a knockout and shouldn't have any trouble at all in that
department. I just can't go on like this, fucking you two girls
and your mother every day. I just don't have the stamina. Please,
please understand."

"I guess I do. I don't like it, but I understand. You better not
be humping Donna behind my back though," she stated firmly. "I
catch you doing that and all hell will break loose. That bitch is
always trying to outdo me. I won't have her fucking you if I'm
not."

"Today is the last day. I'm going to tell her too," I said.

"You know, if you and I aren't going to fuck anymore I will
probably find someone else, now that I know how wonderful it is
to fuck," she warned me. "They might be older guys too, maybe
your age, maybe even older. And it will all be your fault."

"I won't like it but I understand," I told her. "You do what you
have to do. I just know I can't keep up with with all of this
anymore."

That afternoon, after Donna and I had, yes, amazing sex, I broke
the bad news to her just like I had with Natalie. She was not
happy at all and brought up the threat of revealing everything to
her mother, my wife Amanda.

"If you see the need to tell her then I can't stop you. I just
know that I can't go on like this. It is too much for me
physically. I'm not sleeping, I'm always tired, and I am actually
starting to have trouble performing in bed with your mother. She
has noticed. If we keep this up she is going to find out anyway."

"Yes, I've noticed that too, that you haven't been performing as
well in bed lately," she quipped.

"Smart ass," I replied, as I gave her a swat on her bare butt.
She didn't know that although I would fuck her once a day, I was
fucking her older sister Natalie two or three times a day, that
first week even more. I believe Natalie was the one that was
wearing me out.

"OK, if you are stopping with Natalie too, then I guess that's
fair," Donna conceded. "For how long?"

"I don't know. A month, 6 months, forever, I don't know. Listen
Donna, you should be with boys your own age. With what you know
about sex, you could seduce anyone you wanted, man, woman, or
child. Hell you could probably seduce your teachers if you wanted
to, not that I'm suggesting it. Just please, give me a break. I'm
dying here. It is just too much. Besides, look at all the money
I'll save from not having to buy condoms," I joked.

"Very funny. We didn't use that many anyway. OK, you have your
reprieve. But don't be fucking Natalie or the deal is off," she
warned me. "And I will tell Mom if you screw me over like that.
That's a promise. And if you ever feel you need some young pussy,
it had God damned better not be with Natalie, or your fucking ass
is screwed."

"Fair enough," I agreed.

"As to fucking boys my age, forget it," she told me. "They are
worthless. I would never let one of them put their prick in me.
But grown men, now that's where it's at. I know you've been
wondering, if I've ever fucked anyone else, so I'll tell you all
about it someday, maybe the next time we fuck."

It took me nearly a week to fully get back to my old self, where
I was sleeping well, feeling good, and could really enjoy the
occasional sex with my wife. I also felt better about myself, now
that I had stopped having sex with my stepdaughters. Even my
former thoughts about Patty had fallen to the wayside. Life was
good again. I went back to being the proper husband to my wife
and father to my stepdaughters. But that stuff Donna told me. Had
she actually fucked older men? That worried me. I was finally
starting to think like a father.

Things went on fairly calm through the summer. I was actually
surprised, pleasantly so but surprised nonetheless, that I didn't
get any grief from Natalie or Donna. It was as if they just
needed some reasonable way to terminate our sexual relationship
to get on with their lives. Natalie had gotten a part-time summer
job and was talking lately about this guy she liked at work.
After Donna's summer school was out she spent most of her days at
a girlfriend's house. So life went on.

In mid August our youngest, Patty, turned 11. She would be going
to middle school now that she was entering the 6th grade in the
fall. It held the 6th through 8th grades. As Patty did each year,
she wanted to go to the county fair. It had a large amusement
park section that catered to the kids and young adults. But this
year was different. Patty felt like she was really growing up and
didn't want to go with her family. She wanted to be like the
other kids her age and not have to be chaperoned by her parents
or even her sisters. Natalie and Donna didn't care, as they
wanted to run off by themselves anyway. But Amanda, her mother,
was absolutely against it.

"You are still too young Patty," her mother argued. "Either you
go with me or not at all."

"But Mom, I'll be embarrassed having you with me the whole time,"
Patty complained. "What if my friends see me with you? I'll be
the laughing stock of the school."

Amanda stayed firm. "I don't care, you can't go running around
alone."

"I won't be alone. I'll be with my friends."

"No, Patty," Amanda repeated.

"I'd rather go with Danny than you," she blurted out, half
crying. "At least he doesn't look old."

"Whoa! Keep me out of it," I said, throwing up my hands. I didn't
think my wife, 12 years older than me at age 34, looked old. But
kids see things differently. I was aware that I still had that
little kid face, so maybe I wouldn't embarrass Patty too much.
I've had people actually say I still looked like a high school
kid, as young as 16 some said.

There was a silent pause from everyone. Amanda looked hurt.
"Well...honey?" She gave me that questioning look that really
meant 'Please do this.'

Patty looked at me too, with those puppy-dog eyes and puffed-out
lower lip that kids give you when they want something from you.
"Please Daddy," Patty said.

"Oh it's Daddy now is it? OK, fine," I conceded.

"Thanks honey," Amanda said as Patty joined in by hugging me.

"But you have to stay with Danny the whole time, no exceptions,"
Amanda warned. "You are not to go running off with your friends.
If that doesn't work for you then you're not going at all.
Agreed?"

"Yes Mom, yes," she promised. I was just worried whether or not I
could make her keep that promise. It would be my hide if she
didn't.

We got to the fair around 11:00 AM. I made an agreement with
Patty that if she would go with me through the exhibits until
noon, which I loved to do each year, then I would buy her lunch
and then let her do anything she wanted until the fair closed.
Being Saturday night it stayed open until 1:00 AM in the morning.
In this way I could finish the inside exhibits before they closed
and perhaps get through the outside exhibits later as they stayed
open late.

True to her word she stayed right with me as we walked through
and visited a good portion of the booths, signing up for all the
free stuff I could. I knew Amanda would be mad at me when the
phone calls started coming in the following week from all the
sales people. If you have done this you know exactly what I mean.
I should have gotten there an hour earlier so I could have
finished all the booths. But I had promised Patty we would quit
at noon.

Our lunch consisted of a buffalo burger, fries and a drink. After
we finished Patty said, "OK, its my turn now, right? I get to do
whatever I want, just as long as you go with me."

"Well not to the bathroom of course but as long as I'm with you,
yes, that's right," I agreed. She laughed.

"You are going to have to ride all the rides with me. Do you
think you're up to it?" she asked. "Its OK if you want to sit
them out and just let me go alone." I guess she had to try at
least once to shake me.

I wasn't sure if I could do it but I didn't want her to think I
was scared or anything. "Yep I'm up to it, I can handle
anything."

"OK, first we are going to get an all-access pass to the rides.
So let's go." We walked over to a ticket booth and got the
passes. They were bands that went around your wrist. One price
and all the rides were free. The bands weren't cheap but at least
we didn't have to deal with tickets.

We had just stepped away from the ticket booth when we heard, "Hi
Patty, where's your mom?" We looked up and saw two girls standing
there. One looked Patty's age, pretty but nothing special. The
other girl, though still young was clearly a year or two older.
She had long black hair, which stood out in contrast to her light
complexion and blue eyes. She was a couple of inches taller than
Patty but still probably in the low 5 foot range. She had on
short shorts and a t-shirt that showed off her small but perky
breasts. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra as the formation
of her nipples showed through her top. She smiled at me and I
hoped she didn't notice me staring at her as I quickly moved my
eyes away from her chest up to her face.

"My mom didn't come this year," Patty said. "This is my...uh,"
Patty hesitated. I knew that telling her friends that she was
with her dad would be just as bad as being with her mom. So I
stepped in with the only viable solution.

"Boyfriend," I said. "I'm Danny, Patty's boyfriend."

"What are you a pedophile or something," the first girl said,
sneering at me.

"Jennifer, shut up," the older girl said. "That was rude. Excuse
my younger sister. She has no manners and is being a jerk. Hi,
I'm Maryanne, Jennifer's much older and well-mannered sister. If
Patty hasn't said, Jennifer and Patty are classmates. They'll
both be going to my school next year. I'll be in the 8th grade."
She put her hand out to greet me. I shook it. She didn't have
that limp fish handshake nor the vise grip kind, but rather a
nice firm squeeze that lasted just a moment. Her smile was sweet,
the kind that said she wanted to be my friend. I knew I wanted to
be hers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," I said. "Patty and I have
been dating this summer. I did some yard work for her mom around
the house. That's how Patty and I met. I look older than I really
am. But all the hard work has put some muscles on me. That's why
her mom let me go with Patty today. I can protect her as I scare
off the older kids." We all laughed. "Are you two here for the
duration?"

"Yeah, well I am anyway," Maryanne said. "Jennifer has to leave
by 10:00 PM but I get to stay until closing. Maybe we'll see you
guys around later."

"Sure, have fun," I said as Patty and I walked off, me with my
arm around Patty's waist like a good little boyfriend.

When we were far enough away Patty said, "Wow, that was amazing.
Thank you so much. But how are we going to keep them believing
that you're my boyfriend, unless you act like it?"

"What do you mean, I've got my arm around you," I told her, a
little confused.

"That's good and all and it will work for a little while. But
boyfriends do more than that, especially later this evening when
the sun goes down."

I was afraid of what she really meant. "I'm not sure I'm
following you."

"At some point you are going to have to kiss me and it can't be
on the cheek. What are we going to do about that?" she asked.

"You are saying that I have to kiss you, on the lips?" I
suggested.

"Yes, you idiot. You did say you would do whatever I wanted the
rest of the night, right?" she reminded me.

"Yes, I did say that," I told her. "But I wasn't really thinking
it meant that."

"Well it does. You're the one that jumped in about the boyfriend
thing so you are going to have to make it believable. That's what
I want. If you goof this up it will ruin me. You have to make
them believe it and you might as well start now. Remember, you
promised you would do anything. So kiss me like you love me."

How do I get myself into these messes? I leaned down and kissed
her quickly on the lips, holding there for only a few seconds.

"That was pathetic," Patty said. "She reached up and put her hand
to the back of my head. Pulling me down to her again she kissed
me hard on the lips, holding me there for at least a quarter
minute. I felt her sucking at first and then she opened her
mouth. I opened mine to her and we worked our lips together in a
passionate kiss that I didn't understand how Patty could even
know how to do, let alone do it. But she was actually pretty good
at kissing. "Now that's a kiss." I had to agree. "I expect plenty
more like it. So let's go on some rides."

For the next couple of hours or so we rode one crazy wild ride
after another, working our way back to her favorite rides
multiple times. I wasn't quite as enthused about all the "fun" as
Patty was but all in all it wasn't half bad. Every now and then
we would see a friend of Patty's and she would wave or say hi and
then kiss me on the lips. We even saw Jennifer and Maryanne a
couple of times and Maryanne was always sure to wave, I thought
more to me than Patty. Patty didn't pass up an opportunity to
demonstrate that I was her boyfriend.

By 4:00 PM we decided it was time to take another bathroom break.
I got right in and out and saw that Patty was still waiting in
line to just get inside. "I'll be around the corner looking at
the wares," I told her. She waved me on, so I walked to the
nearest booth.

"That cowboy hat would look good on you," a voice said to me.

I turned and saw that it was Maryanne standing there. "Hi
Maryanne. Where's your sister," noticing she was alone.

"Oh she had to use the restroom," Maryanne said.

"Patty too," I laughed.

"So are you having fun?" she asked me.

"Oh sure, I guess. Some of the rides are pretty wild," I told
her.

"I meant with Patty. No matter what you say, you do look a little
old for her. Just in case you find yourself in need of a little
more mature company some night just give me a call." She took my
hand and wrote her cell number onto my palm. "Call me any time.
It's my personal phone in case you're wondering. No one will
answer it but me. Call me later tonight if you want." She walked
off leaving me staring at her number. I don't know why but I read
it over and over, memorizing it. I then rubbed it off of my hand
just before Patty walked up.

"Let's grab something to eat and then maybe do some of the calm
stuff like the house of mirrors and the haunted house."

I agreed. There was a nice American-Greek food booth and we each
had one of their famous Gyro sandwiches. The slow-cooked beef was
delicious.

A half hour later we found ourselves in the house of mirrors. It
was actually kind of fun though not that difficult to find your
way through, just by looking at the top edge of the wall. The
haunted house was a bit more fun for me. There were several
places that I thought I could step off the path and hide from
everyone's view. Maybe jump out and scare some unsuspecting kid,
or use the hiding place to really show Patty what it was like to
have a boyfriend. I had had a few of those thoughts during the
day, each time trying to admonish myself that I shouldn't be
thinking like that. But it was hard; kissing Patty got my blood
flowing. Each time she kissed me I felt myself, my body, my loins
get a little more excited than the last time. I would scold
myself but it didn't seem to help much. If this kept up the rest
of the evening I thought that I might end up doing something to
Patty that I would forever regret.

As we exited the haunted house I spurted out, "Let's go again,
right now."

"OK, if you want," she agreed.

When we got to that spot where there was a hidden cubby hole, out
of sight of anyone, I pulled Patty into it. Pulling her to me I
kissed her full on the lips. Soon we were making out like any
boyfriend and girlfriend would do. Before I realized it I found
my one hand rubbing Patty between the legs. Though I couldn't
feel anything through her jeans, she sure could and began
moaning. I twisted her around so that her lower back pressed up
against my now hard dick. I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand
down her pants.

I held her around the waist with my right hand while I rubbed her
soft pussy through her cotton panties with my left. I wasn't
worried about the sounds she was making. There were plenty of
screams in the haunted house. Finally after several minutes she
cried out and stiffened against me. She was climaxing.  As I held
her tight I told her, "Our secret love, forever." Though I
couldn't see her face in the dark, I knew she was smiling. This
was the phrase I would say to her often and she would just smile.

After she had relaxed a couple minutes she said, "Danny, I'm a
little older now. I'm 11. I want you to show me the `Play' you
did with Natalie, just like you promised. I'm ready now."

"How much did you see that day?" I asked her.

"I saw everything from the time you gave Mom's white robe to
Natalie, everything," she confessed.

"So you knew all along there was no `Play" didn't you," I
confronted her.

"Yes, I knew, but I just played along," she said. "Donna quizzed
me about what was going on so I told her about the `Play' and she
believed me."

"I still think you are too young," I told her. "But I'll think
about it." That seemed to satisfy her for the moment.

Leaving the Haunted House Patty said, "Let's go on the tunnel of
love ride." She guided me to the end of the line.

"Are you sure Patty," I asked, realizing that Maryanne and her
sister Jennifer were walking over to us, getting in line behind
us.

"You guys having fun," Maryanne asked.

"Oh yeah," Patty replied. "Are you going on the this ride too?"

"Not with my sister and not alone," Maryanne flatly stated.

"If you want you can ride right behind us," Patty argued.

"That ride is for a guy and a gal, not two sisters," Maryanne
argued. I was relieved to know that she wasn't going to be
sitting in the boat behind us. But Patty wasn't done yet.

"Come you two. I'll tell you what, if you go on the ride
together, in the boat behind us, then I'll let each of you take a
ride afterwards with my boyfriend Danny. He won't mind, will you
Danny?" Patty looked at me for approval, I thought, or was I
supposed to say that I wouldn't ride with anyone but Patty. I
wasn't sure so I just nodded yes.

"Agreed," Maryanne quickly said before anyone else could change
their minds.

But Jennifer didn't, "I'm not riding with him." I wasn't sure
what Jennifer had against me but she didn't like me at all.

"I'll take her ride then so that's two rides for me after this
ride with Jennifer, just as you promised Patty." Maryanne had
worked herself a deal.

"I uh, well OK," Patty agreed. She turned to me and whispered in
my ear. "We are going to make this look good. Do you understand?"
I nodded yes.

As soon as our boat went through the opening Patty turned to me
and said, "Now you have to make out with me better than we have
ever done all night. We have to make sure they are convinced. You
could see the boat ahead of you every once in a while so I knew
that Maryanne and Jennifer would be able to see us. I put an arm
around Patty and began kissing her for all she was worth.

I thought of all the times I had made love to her sisters and I
got hard. My body decided to take advantage of the situation.
Slipping my hand under her blouse I let it glide up her stomach
to her chest. She didn't stop me or break our kiss. I had already
masturbated her to one orgasm but I had never played with her
tits. With my fingers I lifted her training bra and let my hand
slide across her tiny breasts and little buds. She moaned as I
massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. She took a
hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants, making me throb to
her touch.

I was getting hot but didn't want to get caught as we neared the
exit, so I stopped, just in time to the blast of daylight as we
ended the ride. "Wow, that was...rather nice," Patty said, sort
of in a daze.

"For me too, Patty," I concurred. "Do you think we fooled them?"

"I think we did." She had this glazed look on her face. Then she
whispered to me, "I want to make you cum tonight."

"I'll try to get through these two rides so we can get back to
having some more fun together, some more of the just you and me
kind of fun," I told her. She smiled and nodded.

"Please hurry," she whispered. "I can't wait."

"Well, let's get in line," Maryanne said as she walked to the end
of the line for our first of two rides together through the
tunnel of love. We chitchatted a bit about the day as we moved
closer to the starting point. When our time arrived we got in and
to make the ride more comfortable I found it easiest to put my
arm around her resting my hand on the seat, not touching her
shoulder.

Once we were through the opening doors she turned and said, "I
think you need to kiss me." She wasn't shy at all.

"I uh, I don't think, uh..." I wasn't sure what to say or do.

"This is the tunnel of love," she explained, and then lifted
herself up and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss that
left me staring at her. Without thinking I leaned down and kissed
her back. It was only a few seconds before I felt her tongue
slide into my mouth. God this girl really knew how to kiss. Open
mouth but not too wide, just the right amount of tongue, not too
much, in there for only a short time, the right amount of
suction, of movement of the lips. I tried to do my best with her
too but always felt like she was better than me, that she was
getting the raw end of the deal. We kissed for a couple of
minutes straight.

She turned slightly in the seat and put her hand on my groin.
That's when I noticed that I was hard as rock. She broke our kiss
and said, "Hmmm, we may have to do something about that later,
don't you think?" She didn't have time for much else as the ride
ended and she quickly sat back in her seat like a good little
girl. I looked up and saw Patty standing there with a big grin on
her face.

We got off the boat and walked towards the end of the line to go
again. "One more time," I mouthed to Patty as we walked by. She
just nodded.

This time, once through the opening, Maryanne reached down and
undid the zipper on my jeans. Pulling out my now semi-hard cock
she leaned down and took it in her mouth. My God it felt good.
Her small mouth took in the head and halfway down my shaft. She
bobbed up and down on me a few times and had me hard. Lifting up
her head she kissed me on the mouth while her right hand jacked
me off.

"We don't have enough time here to finish this now. How about
later tonight? Dump Patty and I'm all yours," she whispered in my
ear. "We better get you fixed up before this ride ends," she said
as she stuffed my hard dick back in my pants and zipped me back
up. "Do you still have my number?" I said it to her from memory
and she smiled. "Don't forget it. I want to finish what we
started, tonight. Get rid of Patty and call me."

"What about Jennifer?" I asked.

"Our Mom is picking her up at 10:00 PM, a good time for Patty to
go home don't you agree? That'll leave us 3 hours to screw
around." She laughed at her own words.

"Yes, I'll see what I can arrange," I told her. What the fuck was
I doing? I was making a date with a 13-year-old girl whom I had
convinced that I was in high school. Here I was a 22-year-old
married man. But I couldn't get Maryanne out of my head, either
head really as I realized I still had a hard on.

Patty and I did some more rides together, fast and slow. Every
chance I got I had her eating something, mostly candy type foods.
She wanted to be alone with me but I just kept pushing her to the
fast wild rides. So every chance she got she had me kissing her,
to prove that I was her boyfriend. But on more than one occasion
she rubbed her hand on my groin while we kissed, usually when we
were sitting together on some ride. I think she kept me hard most
of the evening.

Around 8:00 PM I told her that she needed to eat some more real
food and got her to eat another meal followed by a hot sliced
apple, covered with ice cream. I ate some supper but secretly
tossed out most of my food, some on the ground, some in the
trash. I nibbled on the desert, letting her eat most all of it.
Then it was time to go on some of the wildest rides there. I had
to force her on the last couple of rides, as she wasn't feeling
all that great. By 9:30 PM she was barfing up most of the junk
she had eaten. She wanted to go home. I don't know how but I
convinced her mother to come and get her and to let me finish out
the night alone. I told her that I hadn't got a chance to go
through all the booths. I had finished those inside the pavilion
but hadn't gone through the ones outside and they were still
open. I told her I would be home later. Amanda bought it all,
just wanting to get Patty home.

It was nearly 10:00 PM when I dialed Maryanne's number. I didn't
know if anything was going to happen. But just in case I had
moved the condom I had in my wallet into my other back pocket for
quick retrieval. "Yes," the voice said in my ear.

"It's me, Danny," I said. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, and you?" she asked back.

"Yes. Where are you now?" I asked.

"No, tell me where you are and I'll come for you as I don't want
you coming for me just yet." She giggled, "I'm sure you'll come
for me before the night's over, more than once I expect."

Hearing her talk like that, thinking about what we might do, made
me hard again. I looked at the sign on the ride next to me. "I'm
by the Whirly-Bird."

"Just stay where you are, I'm almost there," she said.

I looked around but just saw masses of kids. "I don't see you in
the crowd."

Just then I felt an arm go around my waist and the voice on the
phone say, "Beware of young girls. They'll try to seduce you."

Of course it was Maryanne behind me but I kept up the facade with
the phone. "But there is a girl I know who will protect me. Her
name is Maryanne."

"Oh she is the worst of them all. She will take you and use you
up. But even then you will be begging her for more." Maryanne
held me tight around the waste. I felt her body pressed against
my back, her two separate breasts hard, poking me.

"Maybe I want to be abused," I said into the phone.

"Then let's get started," she said. The phone went dead in my
ear. I turned around and looked at Maryanne smiling at me.

"There is a hidden place in the haunted house that I would like
to show you," I told her.

"Then lead the way," she said, taking my hand in hers. She
interlaced her fingers in mine and it just felt good, like here
was someone that really cared for me. It was crazy I know, but
that's the emotion I got from it.

We entered the haunted house and I took her to the spot I had
noticed before, where we could step off the path and hide behind
a wall in a little cubbyhole. Once there we were kissing like
there was no tomorrow. I reached in my pants and pulled out the
condom, just holding it in my hand. After a few minutes she had
my pants dropped down to my knees. I hadn't even noticed that she
had dropped her own shorts on the floor as well. I took that
moment to slip on the condom. She hopped up and wrapped her bare
legs around my waist. Taking my hard shaft in her hand she guided
her body down so that I was at her opening. Without another
hesitation she dropped herself down onto me. It only took her a
few lifts and drops to sink me totally inside of her. She was
warm and moist, enough so that she easily slid up and down my
shaft. This was not the first time this girl had been fucked. She
knew what she was doing.

Her ass was soft to my touch. It was as if I was holding a baby
in my hands. I guess at 13 she wasn't all that grown up. I held
her there on her bare butt as she repeatedly rose and dropped
back down onto me. She held onto my shoulders and was breathing
heavy when I announced that I couldn't hold it much longer.

"Don't cum yet," she whispered as she kept fucking me.

I tried to hold on but a minute later I said again, "I can't hold
out any longer."

"Not yet. Don't cum yet damn you," she warned.

I held off but knew she only had seconds before I would cum no
matter what she said. Finally she squeezed me tight and said
between gasps, "OK, now."

Her orgasm wasn't any too soon as I exploded while holding myself
deep inside of her pussy. If it wasn't for the condom I would
have filled that little girl. Her tight vagina spasmed around my
cock and squeezed out every last drop I had. She just held me for
a minute until we both got our breath back.

"That was magnificent," I told her.

"That was life in prison for you if anyone ever finds out because
I just know you are 18," she replied. "Don't worry, I'm not
telling anyone. But don't expect that to be our last time. You
can play boyfriend with Patty all you want, but know that I'm the
one to come to when you want to really get fucked." Maryanne
kissed me again before we quickly got dressed.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now we explore this place," she said. "We have almost three
hours alone before the fair closes. I don't want to waste them.
You're young enough. You should be able to get it up soon. Don't
you think?"

"But I didn't bring another condom," I warned her.

"You won't need it with me, not tonight anyway," she said.
"Tonight I'm safe. I can't get pregnant. Tonight we get to fuck
all we want. Don't worry, no one else will ever know, I promise.
I certainly won't tell your little fuck toy Patty."

"Patty and I aren't fucking," I responded.

"Oh really," she exclaimed. "I could have sworn I recognized that
look on Patty of just being fucked when we were at the Tunnel of
Love. Well then, let's see what kind of trouble I can get you
into."

We smiled and walked out of the haunted house. It's amazing how
many dark secret places you can find at a fair if you really try.


The End (until the slumber party)