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Subject: {ASSM} Travis and Lindsey Part 2 (Mg, pedo, non-cons).
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Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 09:10:03 -0400
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Travis and Lindsey
Part Two of Two
By Baldwin
(Mg, pedo, non-cons)

WARNING: This is an erotic story depicting the non-consensual, sexual
relationship between a preteen girl and a teenage boy. This is a work
of fiction. Read stories do not hurt kids. If you are offended by this
sort of thing then please do not read it.



The whirring of the clock, recovering from it's exertion at striking
out the second hour past midnight, settled back into the usual ticking.

Travis' heart beat uncontrollably. He was hard, shaky, hot and he
hadn't even done anything yet. But he had decided what he had to do,
what he felt he was inexorably drawn to.

Travis strained his ears to the limits of their capacity. Nothing, save
his heart and panting breath. Travis slipped off the couch, standing
lightly in the middle of the room. He faced the hall, he could see the
bathroom light, he could just make out her door directly across from
it.

Stealthily as he could, Travis crossed the living room. He silently
moved down the hall, pictures of the Masons silently smiling at his
passage. Travis stopped at the end of the hallway, the dim glow of the
bathroom nightlight darkly illuminating the passage.

He looked towards her door. He panted, almost out of breath. He had to
pee. Travis turned into the bathroom, quietly pulling the door closed
behind him. It took him some time before he could relieve himself. The
sound of the toilet flushing sounded like a hurricane in his straining
ears.

I just had to come in here, he thought. Couldn't just do it. You're a
coward Travis, plain and simple. Do I want this, really, a voice in his
head questioned. Yes! Absolutely! What if she... No. There could be no
what ifs. If he was going to have her, it would be now or never. He
flipped the light off and opened the door, slowly and quietly.

  Once again he stood in the passage, the dim glow of the night light
darkly illuminating the little patch of the hallway. This time he
turned to her door and put a hand, lightly and cautiously, on the door
knob.

Suddenly, unwanted and unwarranted the voice of Pastor Don came
crashing into his mind.  "The Lord's eyes are on all flesh. He sees
your going in, He knows your going out! Do not think you can deceive
the Lord nor escape from his mighty hand. Fear the Lord!" Pastor Don
was never overly loud, not the sort of preacher to scream at you or
call fire and brimstone down from heaven on the heads of his
unsuspecting flock, but he was sober, serious and maybe a bit
frightening, even without the fire and brimstone.

Travis paused. He thought of Lindsey. Her perfect young form, her long
shapely legs, her thin strong little arms, her sweet face, her long
brown hair, her budding breasts, her flat trim stomach. He needed her!
"The eyes of the Lord..." The silence seemed to ring with the
preachers warning. Travis' hand trembled, he began to turn the knob.

If God saw and if this was wrong and if God was "strong to save" why
didn't he? Go ahead then, Travis thought silently, stop me.

Travis pushed the door open and slipped into the room, closing the door
behind him. The room was dark, except for the shadowy glow cast from a
single night light, near the floor at the far end of the room. His
glance passed slowly round the chamber. He couldn't see much but he
could make out a dresser, mirror, a closet and a few posters on the
walls. And the bed. Her bed. It was a double queen sized bed set with
its backboard up against the wall opposite the door. There was a long
window above it, curtained with what looked like pink and white
curtains. Travis felt excited. He had never been in here. It was an
unspoken rule. No boys in girl's rooms and vice versa.

Lindsey lay on the left side of the bed, her hands tucked up close to
her face, her blankets covering her up to her chest. Travis walked to
the foot of the bed and stood looking at her, the night light on the
wall opposite her face giving him a view he would always remember. She
was so secure, so at peace. Her hair had fallen over her cheek. She
looked so much the little girl she was.

Travis slipped up next to her between the wall and her bed, making sure
not to get in the way of the night-light. He knelt next to her and
looked at her. He could make out the form of her lower body through the
blankets. He reached a shaking hand and lightly brushed the hair from
her face. She sighed slightly and slept on. Travis needed to feel her,
needed to touch her. He ever so carefully took hold of the blanket and
sheet covering her and slowly withdrew it. She didn't stir. He drew it
down to the foot of the bed and turned back to the form of his desire,
laying so sweet and so vulnerable before him.

Her long nightgown had ridden up to about mid-thigh, giving him a
dazzling view of her shapely legs. Even at eleven she had shape,
thinner and less round than she would be in a few years but already
hinting at what was to come. Travis ran his fingers up her leg, barely
brushing her, skimming across her soft skin.

Travis was raging with lust. His manhood felt like it would soon burst
from the internal pressure. His clothes clung to his sweaty body, he
felt clammy, constrained. He slowly stood up and removed his t-shirt,
dropping it to the floor. Then, as though racing before his mind could
catch up with him, he tore off his sweat pants and boxers, his cock
pointing straight out in front of him, rock hard and throbbing.

Travis squatted next to her again, and reached his hand towards her.
This time he let his hand feel her leg, his palm lightly sliding up the
soft firm smoothness of her leg and thigh. The sensation he was getting
was exhilarating. He let his hand slide up to the hem of her nightgown.
Then he moved up, slowly brushing her back and side. He needed to feel
her without obstruction; he had to take her nightgown off.

Leave Travis, get lost, go back to bed! His mind screamed. Strip her,
touch her, feel her, kiss her, fuck her! Hs heart pounded. He moved his
hand to rest on her butt. He could hardly believe how good that felt,
maybe he would just...

Lindsey groaned slightly, groggily becoming aware of another's presence
beside her. Travis almost panicked, pulling his hand away quickly. He
needed to get out, he needed to stop. What if she saw him here, naked!
What if...

  "Travis?" Lindsey's voice sounded surprised, not frightend though.
  "Hey," he sighed at her, trembling almost uncontrollably.
"Ssshhh, you need to be quiet, Lindsey, alright."
  "Travis," She whispered,  "you're not supposed to be in here."
She made to sit up but Travis quickly put a hand on her shoulder,
compelling her to remain where she was.
  "You got to lay still, and be quiet. Please Lindsey."
  "Where is my blanket?" she whispered. Then her eyes got big as if
she had just realized that he was naked.  "Travis? What... you don't
have any clothes on!" Well, Travis thought, I'm committed now. He had
to keep going, there was no way to stop nor any reason to. He'd be dead
if she told them this much anyway!
"Lindsey, you have to be quite. I need you. I..." His words seemed to
dry up as he looked into her face.  "Shhhh...alright?"
Her eyes were wide now, with surprise and rising fear. Travis began to
move resolutely. His mind set, all bridges burned, no turning back! He
ran his hand up to her thigh and pulled on her nightgown, pulling it up
above her panties, above her tummy. Lindsey became rigid with horror.

  "Travis," she hissed.  "Stop this!" She grabbed at the hem of her
nightgown but Travis grabbed her arm with his other hand.
  "Lindsey, shhh, quiet. Or else." He whispered menacingly,
squeezing her arm tight enough to make her understand that this was no
joke. "Come on. Just let me do this." Travis pulled the gown up to
her chest and then pulled it off. She whimpered, covering her chest
with her arms

  "No Lindsey, be a good girl, you got to show me everything." He
slipped his hands under her arms, pulling her arms from her chest and
running his fingers over her developing nipples and tiny breasts. He
had never felt anything so wonderful. The small cone shaped breasts
topped by rock hard nipples. She was hard! Aroused! He ran both his
hands along her chest, kneading lightly the little breasts and rubbing
the developing nipples between his fingers.

As Travis explored her blossoming chest, Lindsey stared at him, hardly
able to believe what was going on. She knew what he was doing was
wrong. She wanted him to stop. But she liked it too, it made her feel
so ...

Travis' hands continued to roam her chest, her sides, her arms. He
leaned forward on impulse to kiss her on the lips. Lindsey turned her
face from him just as he moved in. Travis began kissing her neck, her
color bone, licking at the silky skin he had so long dreamt of. He
moved lower, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples, tasting the
little buds with his tongue. He worked on the right one, then the left
one. He groaned slightly rubbing his face into her chest, feeling her
on his cheeks.

Lindsey pushed on his head, trying to get him to stop touching her
breasts. But his licking and rubbing and kneading had aroused her and
her attempts to stop him were only half hearted.
"Travis, please." She begged, her voice a hoarse whisper.
"Just a little more. Please Lindsey. I need you," murmured Travis
into her chest. He could feel her breathing becoming more frequent,
almost gasping. Was she aroused or scared? Or both?

Travis moved his mouth down, running his hands along her sides and
groping at her hips and upper thighs. He felt that annoying cotton
barrier, the one remaining obstruction to his heaven. He ran his mouth
lustily over her stomach, licking at her tummy and her belly button.
His hands held her hips, his fingers slowly curling about the elastic
band of her pink cotton underwear. He began to pull.

"NO!" Lindsey rasped, almost breaking her whisper, beginning to
wriggle about under him. "Stop Travis, stop." Travis hand shot up
to her mouth, clasping over it and muffling further word. He moved up
to look her in the face.

"Lindsey, you got to be quiet. If they find us like this we'll both
be in big trouble." He pressed a finger over his mouth. "You like
this too, I know. You got hard breasts. Just let me look at you down
there, touch you a little bit, that's all. I'll go back to bed
then, alright? Quiet." He didn't wait for her to respond but slid
back down, took hold of her panties and pulled them down and off,
dropping them on the floor. He looked at her, now fully disclosed.

He ran a hand along the little girl's front, down past her stomach on
to those forbidden regions. His hand felt her mound and pushed in
between her lips, marveling at the softness of her lips. She had almost
no hair, just a bit of peach fuzz. And she was wet. The smell of her
sexual arousal drove Travis to new heights of passion and lust. He
wanted to feel her body under his, to feel himself at full length
rubbing against her small, firm soft little body.

Travis withdrew his hand and slowly stood up, his cock seeping pre-cum
and bouncing in front of him. Lindsey's eyes grew huge when she saw
it.

Travis through one knee over Lindsey's naked form and lay down next
to her, pulling the rest of his body up onto the bed. She kept looking
towards his groin.

"Go ahead, Lindsey, touch it, it's ok." Travis prompted. Not
waiting for her to make up her mind Travis took her hand and placed it
on his cock. She pulled back but he pulled her hand up to it again. He
lay on his said next to her. He scooted as close to her as he could get
then flattened out, part of his body on the bed, part of it on Lindsey.
Her hand was touching his member, and it also was smashing against her
thigh.

He began a whole new examination of her body. Kissing her face, her
forehead, her ears. Lapping at her neck. His hands roamed the length of
her. From thighs to shoulders, arms, chest. He groped at her, his body
writhing in carnal pleasure.

In his writhing Travis' left leg moved in between the little girls,
he moved himself further left and was soon almost fully on top of her.
He was rock hard, aroused as he had never been before. He needed
relief. Fuck her Travis, do it! A voice raged inside his head.

His lips moved and worked about Lindsey's chest, sucking her and
milking her as much as he could. He placed one hand on her shoulder to
keep her still, the other he moved down and put between her legs. His
fingers felt their way along her tender slit, parting the wet and
dripping lips. He worked his finger into the folds of soft flesh and
moved along until, there it was! His finger moved into her little
vagina, pushing as her muscles throbbed and clenched about it. She was
really tight. He pushed his finger a bit deeper until he ran into an
obstruction.

Travis removed his hand. Lindsey was moaning and panting and
interjecting her grunts with whispers of "Oh, stop." And "Please
Travis."

Travis lifted himself up, brought his right leg over her left leg so he
was now kneeling in front of her, her legs spread by his knees. He took
his dick in one hand and leaned forward, holding Lindsey's thin
shoulder with his other hand.

Lindsey lifted her head from the pillow, sweat running down her face.
She realized what Travis was about to do.

"No, no, no! Travis, please, stop!" She begged, her voice rising in
panic. She was still whispering but her voice was growing loader by the
syllable.

"Shut up, already." Travis said through gritted teeth, guiding his
member towards her slit. Then, as a thought of the noise she would
probably make entered his head, Travis grabbed a pillow and placed it
over her face. "Now just be quiet a little longer, I'm almost
done." With that he pushed in.

Lindsey went rigid. She wanted to scream. He was moving inside of her!
He wasn't smothering her with the pillow but
Lindsey grabbed it and pressed it into her face.

Travis pushed as hard as he dare, moving inch by agonizing inch into
that warm, wet, pulsating tunnel between the little girls legs. If he
had not masturbated earlier that evening he would definitely have come
right then. But as was he still had some time.

He had his entire head into her! He felt the firm pressure at the end
of his cock. It was her hymen. He leaned forward, pushing a little bit
at a time, straining. Lindsey shook under him, it seemed her whole from
had shivers. Travis finally pushed hard, feeling something give with an
almost audible 'pop'.

Lindsey screamed into the pillow, her tears coming hot and unseen.
Travis felt as though the contracting muscles in Lindsey were going to
rip his dick off. He laid forward, pulling the pillow away from her
face. He had really hurt her and felt ashamed and guilt ridden. But
somehow it didn't make him want to stop. Her tears somehow seemed
almost sexy to him, her face red.

"P-p-p-please stop!" She begged, her voice almost audible.
"O Lindsey, just a bit more, just a few more minutes, then I'll be
done." Travis moved himself forward, pushing as far into her as he
could get, then pulled back and moved in.  He began stroking in and
out, feeling her body squirming under him. She continued to cry
silently and whimper and groan and moan, rolling her head about on the
pillow, her mind revolting what was happening, her body reveling in it.

Travis continued to push in and out of Lindsey's almost vice like
vagina. It hurt him but he loved it any way. It didn't take more than
a minute of this before Lindsey began to convulse around him, her hips
bucking and low throated moans escaping from her lips. He felt his cock
explode deep within her, shooting load after load of his sperm inside
of her.

After their orgasms subsided Travis lay next to Lindsey, stroking her
hair, his hand occasionally wondering over her naked form. She was
crying silent, bitter tears. She hurt down there but the tears were not
from pain, at least not that kind of pain. And yet she was confused
because she had enjoyed what Traivs did to her as well as hated it.

Travis lay like that for a while, caressing her and cooing to her, She
did not look at him, turning her face away.

"I'm sorry Lindsey if I hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you.
I'm sorry. Please do not tell any one we did this. If you do I'll
go to jail and you'll have to go to some special school and it will
be terrible. I love you and I am sorry, Ok." As she seemed to calm
Travis got up and pulled on his boxers and the t-shirt and sweat pants
he'd discarded on the floor. He laid her nightgown and panties on the
bed next to her.

"Good-night Lindsey," he whispered and slowly exited the room. As
Travis lay back down on the couch a feeling of incredible satisfaction
swept over him. He would worry about getting discovered tomorrow. He
would battle his fears for years, but that would all come later. Right
now he had the clear image and fresh memory of a beautiful young body
writhing underneath him as he fulfilled his secret desires.

Travis almost jumped out of his skin for fright. Coo-coo, coo-coo,
coo-coo. The Clock struck three. All was silent in the house as the
clock recoiled from its duty. Two sets of parents slept in blissful
sleep, a young man breathed deeply as he saw visions of beautiful girls
dancing before his sightless eyes. A young girl alone lay awake, an
occasional tear rolling down her cheek.
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