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   The Watcher part 2.

   He didn't see his little green finch for the next few days, which
worried him.  A lot.  He half expected the authorities round to try to cart
him off, if they could catch him but they never came.  Maybe she hadn't
come round because of her injury, he hoped so.  Not that he was glad she
was injured, even if it was what gave him access to her.  It was only he
hoped that that was the only reason she was not around.  He missed her
being around; he wanted another opportunity to look at her sweet pussy or
her cute knickers.  He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her sweet young
body if the truth be known, but he would of settled for a quick look, or
feel.

   His only consolation prize was the frequent visits by his plump wood
pigeon, always sporting her cute if not slightly threadbare summer dress
that gave him ample glimpses of her equally threadbare knickers.  The
outline of her fat pussy lips clearly visible through them, which kept his
interest in the small group that played there everyday after school.  He
kept his distance from them for a while.  He had no choice really.  For
safety and his own peace of mind.

   Occasionally one of the kids would arrive on their own, as the green
finch had however he chose to stay away and just admire them from afar. 
That was until one early Saturday morning when his plump pigeon arrived
well before 7am.  He wasn't even up himself when she got there, and it was
probably her presence in the area that woke him.  He peaked out of his tent
to see her sitting on a tree branch not far from the swing, swinging her
legs to and fro; whilst studying something small in her hands.  He couldn't
see what it was from his vantage point, probably not even with his
binoculars but he grabbed them anyway.  They had more than one use for him
at this moment in time.  He wanted a closer look at his cute plump wood
pigeons assets.

   Lay on his stomach just inside the tent he could feel his cock grow
under him, this at just the thought at what he might see.  Maybe it was a
partial piss hard-on; maybe it was the cutie in front of him that made him
so hard, either way he would have to take care of it sooner or later.  Even
though the binoculars were only eight times zoom he could clearly see his
pigeon, as if he were stood at her side.  He concentrated on the hem of her
dress as she swung her legs, hoping for her to swing them higher or a lucky
gust of wind to lift the hem high enough for him to see her knickers.  He
had not seen anything yet, but he needed to adjust himself before his
erection got too painful.  At full zoom he could see the inside of her
thigh, it looked soft and inviting to him.  He would like to lick that
thigh from top to bottom and back again before moving over to her sweet
plump pussy.

   He had to stop thinking this way; he needed to concentrate on the
matters at hand.  She was here; alone, early, no one else would be along
for at least another ninety - one hundred and five minutes, ninety minutes
just to be on the safe side he checked his watch.  Patience was what he
needed right now.  Plus opportunity, but that would present itself or not
as case might be.

   Where would we all be if opportunity didn't knock for us once in awhile?
For it certainly knocked for the pervert today.  His cute plump wood pigeon
hopped off her branch and made her way towards him, he was a little
startled by her sudden movement and had to duck back into the tent before
she saw him watching her.  Why was she coming over here he wondered?  He
peeked back outside as she approached the same bush he had been in when she
needed to pee, the very one he lay in watching her last time.  He quickly
realised why she was there and he waited until she turned her back on him
before jumping out in just his shorts and t-shirt, and he headed towards
where she squatted.  He could here the familiar sound of pee hissing from
her as he neared.  She must have heard him and maybe caught a glimpse of
him all at the same time, for as he spoke saying 'oh you needed to pee too'
she whipped her head round and stumbled.  Falling backwards against the
bush with a look of horror on her face.  She was not only shocked to find
someone there, not only that but someone who had now seen her peeing.  A
man for that matter, but worse of all she was still peeing.  She had lost
all control and was peeing on her dress, her knickers, and down her legs.
She started to cry.  He reached out apologetically, offering her a hand up
so she could right herself.  It was too late the damage was done.

   She was already ashamed of the way she looked, her clothes were old and
out of date, she was overweight.  You see she lived with her grandmother,
who was an old fashioned lady who believed that everything that could be
repaired should be, and you never throw anything away.  She'd lived through
two world wars, and that's how people lived then and it worked, so no point
in changing things now.  This was ok for the plump pigeon except all she
wanted was one new dress to show off, just something modern that the other
kids wouldn't mock.  To make matters worse sometimes she would have to wear
hand me downs.  Clothes passed down form aunts and even some of her
grandmothers, which were obviously too old for her to wear in public. 
These clothes she would try to hide, or only wear when she was in the
house. Her grandmother didn't like her to be under her feet though, always
telling her to go out and get some fresh air, which she did as often as she
could.

   She excepted the hand offered to her, and she climb back to her feet
slowly keeping her head down and eyes averted from him.  He asked her if
she was ok genuinely feeling for her plight, he couldn't keep his eyes off
her legs as the pee still trickled down them.  This only made his urge
stronger, so he pulled his cock out and peed right there.  He didn't turn
away or make any effort to hide his member; he just relieved himself, shook
it off and put it back before telling her that they ought to get her
cleaned up before anyone found out what she had done.  He told her to
follow and almost lead her back to his tent with his arm steering her from
behind.  She went with him compliantly, although I think she was still in
some shock.

   Back at the tent he busied himself getting a towel, bowl of water and a
cloth to aid him in cleaning his little fledgling.  He lifted her dress out
of the way and started to wash her thighs, she didn't stop him in fact she
did absolutely nothing.  Was this a pattern?  Did all the girls around here
like to be lead?  He got a little bolder and wiped over her pussy with the
cloth looking for a reaction from her.  She just stood there still
blubbering lightly to herself, ashamed of what she had done.  He explained
to her that he could wash her knickers and dress and they would be dry in
an hour or so.  She didn't answer him, so he offered her use of his tent to
change in and also said she could put one of his shirts on until her own
clothes were ready.  For the first time she spoke, almost inaudible to him
she just answered 'really?' With that he lead her into his tent taking the
cloth, towel, and bowl of warm water with them.  Once inside he let the
door flap fall into place and he went right back to work on her pee
streaked legs, only this time when he reached her knickers he hooked his
fingers into the band and slipped them down her legs.  Watching for a
negative reaction from her, which never came, he carried on washing her
thighs and on to her pussy.  Hard now; he found it hard to hide his
erection in only a pair of loose fitting shorts, hoping that she was still
averting her eyes due to her embarrassment he continued.  Her pussy was
quite big even for a girl her size, her labia was quite pronounced, as was
her clitoris.

   He started to unbutton her dress.  This was a little harder than
removing her knickers, she obviously felt a little more vulnerable now and
her hands kept getting in the way.  Buttons down the front all the way down
to the bottom but he wouldn't need to go that far before he got it off. 
She was getting really reluctant to let him go any further, so he handed
her one of his smaller shirts telling her she could put it on as soon as he
had removed her dress.  This seem to appease her for the time being, enough
anyway for him to finish unbuttoning her dress and slipping it off her
shoulders onto the floor.  She made a very conscious effort to cover her
tits up once the dress dropped to the floor, but he complimented her on the
way she looked telling her she was cute and that she had nice boobs.  He
went on further to compliment other parts of her body after she told him
she looked fat and ugly.  He did this by touching her in the various places
and telling her what he liked about them, she un-used to this kind of
compliment from anyone, never mind a complete stranger who's tent she was
now stood in naked.  He touched her hair saying how shiny and lush it
looked, he touched her shoulders telling her that they looked milky soft,
he went on to touch her arms moving in towards her breasts telling her they
looked sweet and succulent like fruit, almost good enough to eat.  This
last comment got a giggle from her and I realised for the first time she
was no longer crying.  He ran his hands down her sides telling her that
although she had a little extra at the moment, as she got older it would
mostly disappear.  As he got to her hips he massaged her them moving round
to massage her butt and the top of her thighs, he pulled her towards him
gently so he could be closer to her treasures.  He wanted so much to just
bury his tongue into her folds; he could smell her pussy from this distance
although it mostly smelt of pee he didn't care.  He continued to tell her
how nice she looked and how much he liked what he saw, maybe a little too
much for one who was not used to it.  She covered up again so he lifted the
shirt around her shoulders so she wouldn't feel as vulnerable.

   He collected her clothes together and busied himself washing them, he
was always sure to have warm or hot water on the fire he had found an
abundant supply early on in his recon of this place and every time he used
some he was always quick to replace it ready for the next time he might
need it.  Whether it is for a drink or washing, maybe cooking or in this
instance for laundry.  Once he had finished he rang all the clothes out and
hung them on his make shift washing line behind the tent, he stood
triumphant in his endeavours with the full knowledge that she would not be
leaving anytime soon, at least not without her clothes.  He went back into
the tent and she hadn't moved an inch from the spot he had left her in,
maybe this was another that was used to being told just what to do by an
adult.  Children should be seen and not heard; children should listen to
their elders etc etc.  He guessed that this was probably the sort of
background she came from.  He looked down at her feet and realised she
still had her shoes and socks on, socks which had gotten a little wet from
her mishap, so he had her sit down and he removed them, taking the socks
out to wash and hang to dry.  It didn't take him long, although he was
rushing a little now.  Impatient to get back to his cute plump little naked
wood pigeon.

   Once back inside he pulled over a box and sat down on it.  It looked
like a fishing tackle box, the kind that had a seat on top.  He pulled her
back to her feet and between his legs so he could wash the bottom of her
legs and feet.  She went quite willingly, although she did look a little
puzzled at first.  Once he started to wash her again she relaxed, and as he
raised her feet off the floor she steadied herself by putting her hand on
his lap just inches away from his now throbbing, dribbling cock.  He wished
she would move her hand higher and actually grab hold of his meat, he
wanted to feel her little chubby hand around his cock, he wanted her to
jack him off so he could cum all over her sweet naked flesh.  He could wish
for anything, it probably wasn't going to happen.  However he did think he
would be able to get off with this little one, how far she would let him go
was a mystery at this moment, but he was going to find out.

   His washing slowly became more fondling than washing; he dropped the
cloth in favour of his bare hand still using a little soap for lubrication.
His hand glided up her leg towards her thigh, past her knee and onwards up
towards her pussy.  He knew he had already washed her there but was hoping
she wouldn't realise or say anything, and just let him get on with it. 
Which ever it was, she said nothing as he washed her inner thigh moving
towards her sweet plump lips.  He didn't even bother with the soap now; he
just massaged her lips, stroking her sweet pussy.  Using two fingers to
part her lips he used a third to stroke her inner lips up to her clitoris,
placing his other hand behind her onto her butt to steady her he went to
work.  He moistened his fingers and went to work on her pussy and clit,
whilst massaging her buttocks with his other hand sliding a finger between
her cheeks to tickle her rose bud.  Straight away he could tell she was a
little uncomfortable with this so he stopped, and concentrated on her
pussy.

   He couldn't believe how willing she was, to stand there naked and let a
complete stranger fondle her pussy.  She was beginning to enjoy it too, she
had closed her eyes and her breathing was now quicker and laboured.  She
was almost panting now, so he dipped his finger into her pussy looking for
some moister to help lube her clit.  He didn't really expect to find any,
but he was pleasantly surprised to find she was producing some.  Not a lot,
but enough for what he needed it for.  She was leaning on him in a big way
now, almost sitting on his lap so he pulled her closer so his cock was
actually touching her through his shorts.  He could now rub himself against
her gently, he couldn't keep it up long though or he would have been coming
in his pants and he wanted to save his first cum for her.  He increased his
efforts on her pussy determined to be the one to give her, her very first
orgasm.  He moved his other arm around her body and up to her breasts,
cupping one in his hand he began to tweak and tease her puffy nipple.  This
did it for her and she started to buck and twist in his arms, so he made
his final move and thrust his finger deep into her pussy penetrating her
hymen whilst she was in the throws of her very first orgasm.  Whether she
felt any pain I couldn't tell, for she showed no signs of it.

   He had managed to give her, her first orgasm and popped her cherry all
at the same time.  Apart from a little blood on his finger and her pussy,
there were no real signs of what he had done.  She was tired from her
sexual climax, and she rested herself on him.  He asked if she would like
to lie down and she just nodded, so he took her in his arms and carried her
over to the airbed.  Lying down next to her as he placed her on the
mattress, he cradled her in his arms.

   He needed some relief of his own now; he had brought her to the peaks of
pleasure so now it was his turn.  He quietly so not to disturb her, slipped
his shorts down and off.  He pulled her on top of him so he could feel her
naked flesh against his hard cock; she seemed to be in a daze as he tried
to remove his t-shirt.  Maybe he should have waited until he had removed
his t-shirt before pulling her on top, but he struggled and eventually
managed to get it off.

   He started to rub her body all over, to massage her and make her feel
good, all in preparation for what he was about to do.  Then he positioned
her so his cock was between her legs and began to rub himself up and down
her slit.  There was plenty of lubrication, what with her cum and a little
blood oozing out of her, and his cock almost constantly pouring pre-cum he
slipped the head of his cock just inside the entrance to her pussy and
pushed gently.  She was extremely tight, and although he had already torn
her hymen it obviously wasn't enough to allow his penis past.  He had to
push harder just to get it to go in an inch or two, before her eyes opened
widely and she started to cry, telling him 'no please no'.  He ignored her
pleas and continued his journey into her body, she was crying now and
trying to push herself off him but he didn't let go and actually double his
effort to penetrate her.  He did try to calm her down a little telling her
it would be alright in a moment, but he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop.  He
was too far-gone for that, a couple more thrusts and he would be filling
her tiny hole with his seed.  He decided he needed to get it over and done
with, so he pulled back do just the tip was inside and he plunged himself
into her with as much force as he dared so not to injure her.  It worked,
he felt her wall give way to him and he was almost halfway into her.  The
look of terror and pain was obvious on her face, but she had stopped crying
for the moment.  He tried to sooth her whilst he slowly fucked her, telling
her it the worst was over and the pain would go away.  I don't think she
believed him, but at that time he didn't care.  Once again he had blown
caution to the wind, and over stepped the boundaries he had set himself. 
He may have ruined his vacation all for one quick fuck.  Right at that
moment he didn't care, he was in the throws of passion or pure lust.  As he
felt her running his hands all over her body he thrust into her with a
quickening pace, he felt himself getting close to his own orgasm.  She was
so tight and so sweet he kissed and licked her face; he thrust as deep as
he could one final time as he came filling her immature body with his adult
seed.

   He didn't panic even though he knew he had just raped her, taken her
without her consent.  Although she hadn't stopped him at first, she had
said a definite no during penetration.  He knew she wouldn't be going
anywhere soon, so he had time to formulate a plan to save his arse or at
least to keep him out of jail.  But before all that he figured he might be
able to fuck his little toy again, he hoped so.  For now he just lay there
with her lying on top of him, his cock still buried inside her.  Although
he had already come, his cock didn't deflate as it normally would, it only
went down a little.  Maybe it was because she was so tight, the pressure
kept him semi-hard and this pleased him.

   He felt the all too familiar urge to piss and was annoyed with himself
for leaving his sleeping bag on the airbed; otherwise he would have
relieved himself inside her.  The thought made him excited and he began to
slide in and out of her again, even knowing that he would have to pull out
and go outside for a piss.  A couple of minutes later he had to stop and he
withdrew from inside her, it felt good on his cock head as he slid out.  He
moved from under her, trying to get up to go outside.  She clung to him
like she didn't want him to leave he couldn't believe it, he had just raped
her, took her cherry against her will.  Yet here she was clinging to him
like he was her lover, father, or even her saviour.  He had no choice but
to take her with him.  Checking outside first to make sure no one was
around, he exited the tent and hurried to the nearest bush for a piss.  He
just lifted her up high enough to avoid peeing on her and let go, it felt
good to be emptying his bladder, and it felt even nicer to be doing it with
a preteen sex toy in his arms.  All of a sudden he could feel something
warm on his hip running down his leg, he looked down and could see she was
peeing on him, this only made him hard again.  Still peeing his cock grew
so instead of peeing on the floor he was now peeing on her butt, thigh, and
pussy.  He held her lips open and aimed his stream directly at her clit; he
knew she would be tender there, her stream hitting his engorged and tender
cock head.  They held each other tight until they had finished, then he
hurried back to the tent and the safety of cover.

   This is where it had all started in the first place, her having an
accident and with him cleaning her up afterwards.  Although this time there
had been no accident.