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This story was posted the other day and then it was gone.  Then
somebody reposted and then it was gone again.  I am reposting it to
alt.sex.stories.moderated so that if it is canceled again it will at
least be archived somewhere.  I have reformatted it from the repost to
take out the ">" from the post.  

Prick

This story details the events leading up to (and including) consensual
sex between a man and a young teenage girl. If such things offend you,
delete this file right now!  

If you are still reading this, please remember that this is a work of
fiction, and should be treated as such. Enjoy...  

LEANN RIMES - A BODYGUARD'S TALE  

By El Diablo  

PROLOGUE  

I first came to work for LeAnn Rimes after the release of "Blue" - her
first album. For me, the assignment was a welcome change; Having just
been dumped by my fiancee, my personal life was a shambles. As well, I
had a hard time getting over the suicide of a client - a promising
musician from Seattle who helped define what has come to be known as
"Grunge". The way I figured it, babysitting some fourteen-year-old
country & western singer would be a piece of cake.  

I was right. LeAnn was like a breath of fresh air; She was pretty,
friendly, outgoing, and an unpretentious girl who hadn't let her
sudden celebrity staus go to her head - not like the other primadonnas
out there who believed their own publicity.  

Even though LeAnn was technically my employer, I never called her
"Miss Rimes" - she wouldn't stand for it. Instead, she insisted from
the beginning that I call her LeAnn, and she always called me by my
first name. Her family was no different; Like I said, technically they
were my employers, and yet they treated me more as a friend than as
paid help. I mean, on my birthday they had me over to their home for a
barbecue, and then at least once a month they'd invite me into their
home for a home-cooked meal. I admit, at first I was a little
uncomfortable with all this familiarity, but as time went on I came to
accept that this was just southern hospitality.  

Looking back, I'd have to say that things began to change after Los
Angeles; LeAnn's sudden climb to fame attracted the attention of a
movie producer in Hollywood, and when he approached her about possibly
acting in a movie of her own she jumped at the chance. So LeAnn went
to Los Angeles, accompanied by her mother (who was a combination of
manager and chaperone) and I for her screen test. Of course, with her
natural country-girl beauty, her girl-next- door charm and her
wide-eyed innocence she was an immediate hit with the producer. While
the lawyers were tabling and offer, he asked, would LeAnn like to
attend a party at his mansion, and meet other movie stars? Of course
she would!  

The party was typical Hollywood fare, and both LeAnn and her mother
were more than a little dazzled by all the celebrities they got to rub
elbows with. Both of them had a good time, and with all the security
people on duty even I was able to relax and let down my guard - but
only a little. I've spent my fair share of time with celebrities, and
I don't dazzle easily.  

The producer was the perfect host. He spent a lot of time with LeAnn,
what with being attentive to her needs and personally introducing her
to several movie stars. But he was a predator, and smooth - so smooth
that LeAnn didn't notice that he was steering her outside and away
from the crowd. And once he had her in an isolated part of the
mansion's sprawling gardens, he tried to, ahem... force his attentions
on her.  

He hadn't counted on me, though. Despite my being occupied, LeAnn was
never out of site for more than a moment. When I noticed they were
gone I started to look for them, and when I caught up with them I
found him pinning her down on the ground and trying to hike up her
dress, all the while a very frightened LeAnn was trying vainly to
fight him off.  

A cold rage came over me, and I was on him like a cat. Maybe if I
hadn't been so friendly with LeAnn and her family I wouldn't have lost
my temper, and I wouldn't have enjoyed knocking the greasy bastard
across the garden as much as I did. After I'd sent him sprawling I did
a stupid thing - I turned my back on him to check on LeAnn, and the
next thing I knew he had drawn a small .380 automatic pistol.  

I don't remember taking two hits in the shoulder, or my lunging at him
and beating him senseless into the ground, or even it taking five
security people to pull me off of him. I do remember waking up in a
private clinic with both LeAnn and her mother at my bedside looking
very worried.  

Now, you're probably asking yourself "Why haven't I heard about this?"
Right? Well, remember that this happened in Hollywood, and for every
dirty little scandal that makes it into the tabloids, there's at least
a hundred others that are successfully swept under the carpet by
publicity people adept at damage control. So this little incident was
no exception.  

The producer and his lawyers were anxious to avoid all the bad
publicity, so they offered LeAnn an apology and $300,000 in exchange
for her silence. She didn't want the money, and was ready to go public
until the son-of-a-bitch's lawyers reminded her that her name would
also be smeared in the tabloids. Relectantly, she took his money, but
wanted nothing more to do with Hollywood after that (you probably know
that eventually she did make a TV movie with one of the major
networks, but only because it was produced by her parents).  

As for me, I knew from experience just how vicious the tabloids could
be, and I had no wish to put LeAnn through that. So I also accepted
$100,000 in return for my silence (I offered to give up the money in
exchange for five minutes alone with the producer in a locked room,
but regrettably my counter- offer was refused). I didn't need the
money, but I only took it because after losing $300,000, the extra
$100,000 he had to give me hurt him financially. I didn't keep it
though. It was blood money, and blood money should be put to an
honourable use, so I opened a bank account in LeAnn's name. Fame could
be fleeting, and fortune even more so, and if LeAnn's star ever fell,
well, at least she'd have a decent little nest egg to use for college.


My relationship with both LeAnn and her family became deeper, more
personal after that. Her family was so grateful that they practically
adopted me after the incident, and in spite of my protests moved me
into their home for the duration of my recovery as they nursed me back
to health. As for LeAnn, she rarely left my side, and while I was
staying there I'd often wake up in the middle of the night to find her
sitting on the chair next to my bed, watching me. But as time went on
and the bad memories faded she began to smile again, and even
flirtatiously referred to me as her knight in shining armor. Had I
been a vain man, I would've assumed that she had a crush on me, but
instead I chalked it up to my involvement in her "rescue". As well, I
think she was afraid I was going to leave - even though the general
public never found out about the incident in Los Angeles, it was
common knowledge among everyone who had been at the party, and the
first week back I recieved over twenty-three job offers from
celebrities who had been there when it happened. What's more, there
were times when LeAnn's defenses would slip a little, and I'd see a
side of her that not even her parents ever saw; That of a scared
little girl pretending to have confidence as she tried to move in an
adult world. I felt honored that she trusted me enough to expose this
vulnerability to me, and it only made me more fiercely protective of
her. I know, I should've maintained a more professional perspective,
but LeAnn and I got to be very close.  

CHAPTER 1  

It happened during a trip to Florida; The Disneyworld concert had
recieved a lot of advance publicity, and somehow even the band's
travel itinerary ended up being posted on the internet, so it was
common knowledge as to when the tour bus would arrive there. We were
all concerned about the security leak, but I came up with an idea;
Rather than scrap the whole thing and reschedule, LeAnn, a chaperone
and I would secretly drive down to Florida three days early, and let
the tour bus with the rest of the band arrive when it was supposed to.
This way, not only would we avoid the crush of fans waiting and
keeping watch, but because the hectic pace of touring was taking it's
toll on LeAnn she would get a few days rest before the concert, and if
I had any say in the matter she'd get to see Disneyworld as well. Both
her parents liked that idea, but with one small change in it - it
would only be LeAnn and myself driving to Florida; Her folks had never
had a real honeymoon in all the years they'd been married, so they
were going to have one now. And as far as they were concerned, having
me there with her was the same as having any other member of the
family with her - that's how much they trusted me.  

LeAnn slept in the back seat of our rental car most of the way down,
and when we arrived in Florida it was under cover of night. I found a
motel that specialized in cabins, and rented a two-bedroom cabin under
an assumed name. After carrying her tiny little sleeping form into the
cabin I gently laid her down on one of the beds, removed her shoes and
covered her with a blanket. Then I called her parents to let them know
we had arrived safely, and where we could be reached until the
concert. After the long drive I was exhausted as well, so I didn't
even bother to undress before crawling onto my bed and falling asleep.


Next morning we each felt a lot better, and ready to do some
sight-seeing. I had come prepared with a makeup kit, a few wigs and
some dark sunglasses, and after a half an hour LeAnn stood before me,
a completely different person. Now she could see Disneyworld without
being mobbed by hundreds of fans. The disguise worked very well -
nobody gave us a second glance, and free from the worry of being
recognized LeAnn relaxed and actually enjoyed herself. They say it's
impossible to see all of Disneyworld in just one day, but we came
close.  

We had planned on staying for the fireworks, but LeAnn was feeling a
little tired so we decided to call it a day. Back at the cabin we
gorged ourselves on takeout pizza, and I sat and listened with a smile
as she relived the day's activities. Even though she was tired, she
still had this glow in her face, and an animated spirit that I found
beguiling. I guess I should've recognized this as a warning sign; Up
till now I had never ever been alone with LeAnn - there had always
been her father, mother, or someone else around that kept me from
noticing, I mean REALLY noticing that she was a beautiful young woman.
And now here I was, less than an arm's reach from LeAnn, and a million
miles away from her parents - parents who had entrusted me with their
daughter's safety, I reminded myself.  

Finally, LeAnn announced that she was tired, and that she was going to
take a shower before bed. Being a native New Yorker and not used to
the Florida heat I had planned on doing the same, but hey, ladies
first, I thought.  

I stacked up the pillows at the head of my bed, and tried to read
while I was waiting. I heard her start the shower, and when I heard
the rhythm of the water change I knew she was inside. I've got a
pretty good imagination, and again, because her parents weren't around
I fleetingly pictured her naked in the shower, and immediately felt a
stirring between my legs, reminding me that it had been a long time
since I'd enjoyed a woman's company. Ashamed of myself, I immediately
pushed those thoughts out of my mind and tried to concentrate on my
reading.  

Finally the shower stopped, and a few minutes later LeAnn came over to
my room, wearing a nightgown that although was very conservative,
still managed to cling to her slightly damp body. She announced that
she was finished, and to say goodnight, and it was all I could do to
keep from staring at the way the nightgown hugged every curve of her
body. It was more for that reason than LeAnn's using up of all the hot
water that I took a cold shower that night.  

When I was done in the shower I threw on a pair of sleep pants (no
shirt - as I said, it was too damned hot! And I was too used to
sleeping in the nude), checked all the locks one last time, and looked
in on LeAnn, who by now was asleep and snoring softly. With everything
secure I turned off the lights, and because of the Florida heat stayed
on top of the covers and fell asleep.  

CHAPTER 2  

It must've been an hour later that I woke up - outside there were
flashes of lightning, followed by loud rumblings of thunder. Over the
noises of the storm I could hear bare feet hitting the floor next door
in LeAnn's room, and softly padding towards my room. A moment later
she was standing by my bed.  

"Are you awake?" She asked softly, almost hesitantly.  

"Been awake for the last ten minutes," I answered reassuringly "what's
up?"  

There was a long pause, then a deep breath "I'm scared of the
thunder." She answered, then "Can I stay here with you tonight?"  

I was stunned by what I thought she was suggesting, but then I
realized from the tone of her voice that she really was scared - and
that it was only me projecting some forbidden fantasy onto the
situation. But before I could answer there was another loud clap of
thunder, and LeAnn yelped in fear and climbed onto the bed next to me,
pushing me off the spot I had warmed up with my body. Pulling my arm
straight out to the side she nestled in under it, her back pressed
right up against my side as she used my arm and shoulder as a pillow.
Then she sighed contentedly and fell asleep.  

What I should've been thinking was that this was wrong, and I should
wake her up and send her back to her own bed. Instead, all I could
think of was how firm her little ass was, pressed up against me. It
didn't take very long for me to get another woody thinking of it, but
still, I was determined that it would go no further. I was pretty sure
that I wasn't going to get very much sleep, either.  

Believe it or not, my hard-on subsided enough for me to actually doze
off, but sleep was short-lived; LeAnn was a restless sleeper, and
about an hour later she had turned over, threw an arm over my chest,
one leg over mine, and nuzzled her face in my neck. I was raging hard
again, and I flinched at how close she had come to touching my stiffy
in her sleep.  

I guess she must've felt me tense up, because she woke up and looked
at me dreamily with a questioning look on her face. Then looking down
she spotted my erection - unmistakable even through my sleep pants -
before I could make a move to hide it.  

I was sure I was a dead man. Any minute now she's going to run out of
here screaming, and I'm going to get fired, possibly arrested, and
very likely killed when her parents find out.  

But none of that happened. She just stared at it, and then giggled.
Looking back up at me she asked "Did I do that?"  

I started to apologize profusely and tried to turn away, hoping I
could still salvage the situataion - and my dignity. LeAnn kept me
pinned down, however, and whispered "Let me see it - I won't tell
anyone! Please?"  

I was already in enough trouble, and didn't want to get in any deeper
"LeAnn," I answered hoarsely "We shouldn't be doing this-"  

By now LeAnn was slowly, lightly brushing her fingertips on my
stomach, just above the waistband of my pants. I'm sure that she
instinctively knew the effect it was having on me. "Do you want me to
stop?" There was a mischevious glint in her eyes.  

Maybe if some of the blood had been reaching my brain instead of
rushing below my waist I would've been able to reason with her about
why this was wrong, but instead I was struck dumb. LeAnn took my
silence to be approval, and she slid her hand under my waistband and
pulled my pants down and off. In doing so her hand brushed up against
my naked prick, causing it to jump. This made her giggle again.  

Free of the constraints of the sleep pants, my erection stood straight
up, clearly visible in the moonlight. LeAnn never took her eyes off of
it, and I'm sure I felt her breathing quicken and her body push a
little closer up against mine. On impulse, she reached out with and
touched the shaft. My soft moans only encouraged her, and she wrapped
her tiny little hand around it and began lightly stroking it.  

We had reached the point of no return, and we both knew it.
Reluctantly I pulled her up and away from my pecker, and taking that
beautiful, expectant face in my hands, I kissed her. It was like a
pleasant electric shock when our lips' met. She shuddered, and then
kissed me back.  

I could easily tell from her technique that she had very little
experience kissing anybody - none if you discount her family - because
her kisses were little more than lip-to-lip pecks. I decided that
teaching her a few things was in order, so while I was gently
caressing her face and kissing her I parted my lips slightly and gave
her a light flick of my tongue across her lips.  

She jumped back as if she'd been bitten, and for a moment I thought
I'd blown it by moving too far too fast. Her eyes were enflamed,
though, and after a seconds' hesitation she lunged at me. Grabbing my
head and kissing me harder all the while alternating between forcing
her tongue into my mouth, and sucking hungrily on mine.  

By now she was on top and straddling me, and her breathing became
quicker as she instinctively began grinding herself against me. She
had no idea as to how to pace herself, and I knew that if we continued
at this rate she'd climax quickly. I didn't want that; For her first
time, I wanted her to have a long, drawn-out session of love-making -
extra heavy on the foreplay. So, breaking off the kiss I rolled the
two of us over so that I was on top, and lifted myself off her body.  

Lying under me on the bed, LeAnn had a wild, slightly confused look in
her eyes as she looked up at me questioningly. Taking her hands and
gently  

pulling her up into a sitting position, I slipped my hand under her
nightgown I slowly, teasingly lifted it over her head, and with a
flourish tossed it on the floor.  

There she was, completely naked and waiting nervously, expectantly,
only inches away from me. I reached out with both hands, lightly
stroked her shoulders with my fingertips, and slowly worked my way
down till I reached the most beautiful little breasts that I had ever
seen. "My god, you're beautiful!" I whispered huskily. Her only
response was a tiny whimper of pleasure.  

Lightly I traced my fingertips along the curves of her small, firm
breasts, making circling motions till I came to her by-now hardened
nipples. LeAnn shuddered again, enjoying the sensations she was
feeling. Lowering my head as if in worship I started kissing them -
first the right one, then the left. LeAnn only moaned and put her
hands around my head as I started sucking on those perfect little
nipples.  

It was time to heat things up some more! Reluctantly I stopped, and
left those beatiful breasts where I hd found them. Instead, I slowly
began kissing my way down her body, and by the time I had reached her
belly she was moving and arching her pelvis against me in an effort to
get her pussy to make contact with any part of my body. I lingered
along her hips, and the insides of her thighs, prolonging the tension
for as long as I dared.  

The scent of her sex was strong, intoxicating, and except for a little
tuft of downy blond hair at the top of her slit she was bald as a baby
- the lips of her smooth little pussy were turgid, pink and parted
slightly in arousal, with a faint glistening of wetness that was
driving me crazy! It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!  

We had both had enough of waiting! Lowering my head to her, I
delicately flicked my tongue into her sweet little crack - and believe
me, it was sweet! She arched her back and gave a little yell of
pleasure, and grabbing my head roughly with both hands pulled me down
farther into her nether regions, as if she were trying to fit my whole
head inside of her!  

I was more than willing to oblige! Sticking my tongue as far as it
could go inside her tight little hole, I moved it around inside her,
even making contact with her cherry.  

"Uhhh!!" Then "Oh God that feels good!" She panted. By now she had her
slim, strong legs wrapped around my shoulders as she was humping my
face.  

She was breathing harder now "Don't stop! Oh please don't stop!" she
hissed as I put more pressure on her with my mouth. I was going to
stop - I wanted to stop, because I wanted her first woman's orgasm to
be with a body-part other than my tongue inside her. But, she was
enjoying herself, and so was I. So we continued on that way, figuring
we had all night.  

I drew out the cunnilingus slowly with her, not only so that she would
get as much pleasure as possible, but because she tasted exquisite!
I'm not a big fan of pussy-eating (even though I've been told I'm good
at it), but whenever I was with a woman I would do it because my
partner's pleasure mean't a lot to me. With LeAnn however it was
different - she was different. She was tart, sweet, light and heady,
all at the same time! I don't know if all teenaged girls tasted this
way, or if it was only her, but I could've stayed between her legs
forever - that's how incredible her essence was. So I continued on
where I was, slowing down and changing the rhythm if she got too close
to coming, and speeding up and alternating the rhythm again just to
keep her excitement level high and fresh. It didn't feel like that
much time had passed, but later on I'd discover I'd been down there
over forty-five minutes!  

Eventually she'd reached her limit "Please," she begged "Make me come!
I want to come!" and grabbing my head even harder and pushing her
mound against my face she was rubbing herself against me furiously in
an effort to push  

herself over the edge. I took pitty on her and moved in time to her
movements.  

"OH GOD! YESSS!!" She screamed as she came with orgasm after orgasm I
counted at least four before she collapsed back on the bed, panting
heavily, and released my head.  

Spent and breathing hard, LeAnn lay there for a long time, a faint
sheen of sweat on her perfect little body glistening in the moonlight.
I raised myself back up so that I was over her. I wanted desperately
to kiss her once again, but I wasn't sure how she would react to the
taste of her own juices. So all I did was hold her and stroke her
hair, all the while telling her that she was the most beautiful woman
in the world. LeAnn could only sob in pleasure as she held onto me
tightly.  

Finally, after a long time she looked up, and taking my face in both
of her delicate little hands she kissed me - long and hard.  

"Mmm," she said "Is that how I taste?"  

I smiled and kissed her back. At this point my hard-on twitched in
complaint at being neglected.  

"Oh," she said, looking down as it brushed up against her. LeAnn sat
up, smoothed her mussed up hair, and smiling she looked back at me
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to forget about you." And with that she
lowered her head to my groin.  

I stopped her "It's alright," I answered, pulling her back up and
kissing her "You don't have to do that!" True, I was going to have a
nasty case of  

blueballs if I didn't get some relief, but I didn't want her to feel
she was obligated to perform oral sex just because I'd done the same
for her, especially since this was her first time with a man.  

She pushed me back on the bed, gave my cheek a little lick and said "I
know I don't have to... I want to!" And with a wicked grin she lowered
her head to my groin.  

I felt her hot breath on me long before her hot, wet little mouth
engulfed me, and yet still I gasped when it happened. I was only in
her mouth for a second, when she pulled off of me, and licked my
balls, popping each one into her mouth. Then LeAnn was back on my
dick; She alternated between licking, kissing and sucking until she
had found a rhythm that was driving me crazy. While doing that, she
reached up with both her hands, sliding them up my body as she began
playing with the hair on my chest, and fondling my nipples. I couldn't
figure out how one so young and inexperienced could at the same time
be so damned good - maybe she was just a natural-born cocksucker. I
moaned in pleasure, and LeAnn made little noises in her throat that I
took to be  

giggles in response to the enjoyment I was getting from her
ministrations.  

"Uhhh! Oh Jesus!" I moaned. It had been a long time since any woman
had made me feel this good.  

Twice I came close to shooting my load when she fondled my ass cheeks
- her fingertips deliriously close to the sensitive area between my
balls and anus. She was taunting me, bringing me close to the edge
just as I had done for her, and then backing off before I could come.


It didn't last too long. I held out for as long as I could, but
finally I realized that I was going to come, and come hard! I tried to
warn her, tried to pull out so that I wouldn't disgust her by coming
in her mouth "Better stop," I gasped between breaths "I'm coming!" But
her only response was to hold onto me so that I couldn't pull out, and
suck harder.  

"Huhhh!!"  

Lost beyond any hope of stopping, I exploded in her mouth! The force
of it caught her off guard, but she recovered quickly and kept her
mouth on me, sucking and swallowing until I had nothing left to
ejaculate.  

Now it was my turn to collapse back on the bed, panting heavily as if
I had just finished running a marathon. As I lay there trying to catch
my breath, LeAnn cradled my now-limp member in both hands, and planted
a kiss on the head. Then she giggled and climbed back on top of me,
straddling me so that we were face-to-face once again. We shared a
long, passionate kiss, and then she put her  head on my chest "I can
hear your heart beating." she murmured contentedly...  

CHAPTER 3  

"And where" I asked musingly "Did you learn to do that?"  

We had spent the last two hours since my own thundering climax in each
others arms, both touching and being touched by each other in the
tangle our bodies made on the bed. I couldn't get enough of this
little nymph's silky smooth skin, and running my hands and lips over
her deliciously firm young body only made me want her more. As for
LeAnn, she was purring like a kitten under my gentle touch.  

"Learn to do what?" She asked back innocently.  

I smiled. The little minx was being coy, waiting for me to come right
out and say it. "You know, the oral sex. For a virgin you sure seemed
to know what you were doing."  

LeAnn blushed "oh, THAT." She answered, and then looked up -
expectantly, hoping for my approval "Did you... you know, like it?"  

"Hon," I chuckled "I may not be able to walk tomorrow!"  

LeAnn giggled again. Then, "Well, last year when I was still going to
a regular school one of my friends told us about a video that she'd
found in her dad's closet. She told us what was on it, but none of us
believed it, so one day after school a bunch of us went back to her
place when her parents weren't home and she played the tape for us."  

I smiled at this. Somehow, I couldn't imagine sweet little LeAnn Rimes


watching a porno, but I let her continue.  

"I couldn't believe that people were actually doing that in front of a


camera!" She continued "When the man and woman in the video got to the
part where, you know... everybody thought that was gross. I guess at
the time, I did too. But it looked like they really enjoyed doing it.
Anyway," She said, finishing "There was a lot of, well... THAT going
on, so I guess I remembered some of it." There was a moments pause,
then "You know, they did OTHER things in that movie, too." Here she
blushed again.  

I had to laugh. An hour earlier she had been ready and raring to go
another round, but I had to beg off and convince her to allow me a
little more time to rest. It's great to be young, and to be able to
catch your second wind as easily as LeAnn could. But I figured that
since I was at least twice her age I should be allowed twice as much
time to rest.  

Now I was ready. I reached for her, and pulling her close to me I
kissed her, slowly, tantalizingly. LeAnn didn't hesitate or hold back
- she returned my kisses as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and
opened her legs so that our bodies could get closer together. Lightly
I traced my fingers down either side of her body and felt her quiver,
partly in response to my stroking, and partly in anticipation of
delights to come.  

Gently I lowered her back onto the bed, all the while kissing her. I
ran my hand up the insides of her thighs, and when I got to her "V"
found she was already moist with excitement. One last kiss, and again
my lips and tongue were working their way down her body. Already she
was breathing harder, and moving in time underneath me.  

When my mouth got to her sweet little puss she reached for my head
with both hands - just as she had two hours earlier. This time,
however, I had other plans. Last time, my going down on her had been
the main event, but this time it would be as a prelude to something
more. Remember, she was still very inexperienced, with no notion of
pacing herself and prolonging the experience to get the most pleasure
out of it. Therefore I had to take control, or otherwise she'd just
grind away into a too-quick orgasm. So before she could get a grip on
my head, I reached up and trapped each of her hands in each of mine.  

She made a little noise of frustration over not being able to guide my


movements, but I wasn't backing down. Just like last time I flicked at
her tiny little bud of a clitoris with my tongue, and felt her arch
her hips up to meet me. But instead of giving her the contact she
desperately wanted I instead moved my mouth away, kissing the insides
of her thighs instead.  

"Ohhh..."  

I almost felt guilty for teasing her this way, but I was sure that
afterwards she'd probably thank me for taking it slow.  

"Please, please, oohhh..." she moaned and writhed as I made another
pass over her little slice of heaven.  

It got to be a long, drawn-out game of tag - I'd make brief, darting
tongue contact with her little puss, and because her hands were
restrained she'd try to get more of it my moving her hips around after
my mouth. If she got too rough, I'd give her a little warning bite on
the insides of her creamy smooth thighs, but this only seemed to
arouse her more. LeAnn's breathing became yet faster, the sweet scent
of her sex increased as she became more aroused, and her moving around
became more and more frenzied.  

"Oh God! I can't take much more of this!" She almost screamed.  

She was ready, and so was I. I let both her hands go, and quickly
lifted myself from between her legs before she could grab my head
again. Moving up between her legs so that we were groin-to-groin, I
took my stiff member in one handand ran it along her swollen, parted
crack. The wet feel of it  

against my dick almost made me come right then and there! LeAnn's hips
only arched upwards in response. Looking down, I stole a glance at
her, and in her eyes saw something I'd never seen before - wild,
animal lust. I hoped I would be able to tame it.  

Placing my penis at her entrance I pushed slightly as it disappeared
inside her. Both LeAnn and I gasped in pleasure - she was so
incredibly tight, yet so silky smooth inside! It was a wonderful
feeling, and I slowly pushed in a little deeper till I came to her
hymen.  

I've broken in a few virgins in my time, and I've always tried to be
gentle - slowly pushing and stretching my way through the cherry,
instead of the brutal "one-hard-thrust-and-it's-popped" approach.
That's what I was trying to do with LeAnn that night, but I had
underestimated just how highly aroused she was. She gave a grunt -
part impatience, part passion, grabbed my hips with both hands and
pulled herself up onto me, impaling herself on my erection!  

I felt her cherry pop as I hilted her. LeAnn just gasped and froze for
a second - the longest second of my life. Then she relaxed, smiled to
let me know everything was okay, and began moving in rhythm under me
as I started pumping in and out of her, slowly. Taking her hands off
my hips and putting them around my neck she wrapped her legs around me
tightly, while her eager young tongue found its way into my mouth.  

"Mmmm!" She groaned "That feels so good!"  

It didn't take long before I could feel my own climax building up, but
I wanted to make sure LeAnn came first. Rolling over so that she was
on top, I fondled and lifted her sweet little behind so that I pulled
out of her a bit. She twisted her butt out of my grip, and ground her
mons against me so that I was again fully inside her. Again I fondled
and lifted her bum so I would pull out of her, and this time she
figured out that I wanted her to take a more active role in her own
orgasm. While I played with her pert little titties, LeAnn began
moving her hips up and down on me, obviously enjoying herself.  

LeAnn was breathing harder, and the rhythm of her hips increased as
she kept pumping faster and faster. She was quickly approaching
orgasm, and so was I. I let my hands roam all over her sweet little
cheeks, and on impulse reached up, wet one of my fingers with my own
saliva, and started to play with her asshole.  

She gasped at this invasion of her backdoor, but then started pumping
with longer strides, trying to get more of my finger in her ass as
well as my dick in her pussy! I pushed a little more with my finger
until it was buried in her up to a knuckle.  

And that was all it took!  

"Ohhh yes!! I'm coming! I'm comiiing!" She screamed again and again. I
could only grunt like a caveman as my own load spewed inside her, her
internal muscles fluttering wildly, contracting around my cock as she
experienced another multiple orgasm! Then with a final gasp she
collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily, and holding
tightly onto each other.  

At that point, nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. LeAnn was
crying tears of pleasure, and I held her lovingly as her hot tears
splattered on my chest. I didn't mind, though; We were happy, and if
we weren't the happiest people on Earth, then we were pretty damned
close.  

After a few minutes our breathing returned to normal, but still we
just lay like that for a long time, just holding each other. Finally,
LeAnn softly said "I knew that it would be you."  

"Hmm?" I replied, stroking her hair.  

"I knew that it would be you, that you'd be my first" she answered
"Ever since that night in Los Angeles, when you came to my rescue."  

I didn't answer. She never talked about what happened in LA, and I
never pushed it. I figured that LeAnn herself would decide if and when
it was time to bring it up.  

"I knew that it would be you." She said a third time "I hoped that it
would be you... my knight in shining armor!" With that she kissed me
one last time and drifted off to sleep.  

We lay there like that for a long time, with her sleeping and me
gently stroking her back and hair. My body was at peace, but my mind
was racing with the enormity of what we had done. True, I hadn't
wanted to take advantage of this innocent young girl, and she had
wanted this as badly as I had. But I had been raised as a gentleman,
and no matter how I could try to rationalize it I had to accept the
fact that I was morally responsible for what had happened - not to
mention legally responsible. But I was spent, tired, and I knew I
wouldn't be able to resolve this tonight. The last thing I remember
before falling asleep was how beautiful LeAnn looked lying on top of
me...  

EPILOGUE  

That was five months ago, and LeAnn and I are still together, if only
in secret. It hasn't been easy, keeping something like this from her
family and the media. We've had to pick and choose our moments
together very carefully, usually when we're away on tour, and always
with the threat of her public humiliation - and me going to jail -
hanging over us like a sword. But I think that's what makes our times
together all the more intense.  

As I sit here writing this, I steal a glance at LeAnn, sleeping
peacefully in bed, and all I can think of is that I'm very much in
love with her. I don't know how long we can continue on this way, but
I do know that once she turns eighteen we won't have to hide any more.
What will happen then? I don't know. They say fortune favors the
brave; I don't consider myself to be a brave man, but I know that
she's worth the risk.  

Fin  



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