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Dear Assrt-

   Please post this new story (below) with my others.  Thank you.

   Chaucer
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   The story below is fiction of an adult nature and contains sex acts
between children.  If you are offend by such acts stop reading now.  The
story is copy righted and my not be published or re-posted without specific
permission from the author.  Comment from readers is solicited and may be
sent to Chaucer48@earthlink.net

   Romance, pedo



















   KARMA By Geoff Chaucer

   I recognized her the moment I set eyes on her and my heart leapt.  She
was elegantly dressed in a clinging black off the shoulder sheath with a
silver twist cord running from her left shoulder down between her breasts
and in a curve that emphasized her slim but still womanly hips.  Her raven
black hair was up which made her long graceful neck seem like a delicate
ivory sculpture.  Her eyes were the same magnetic, hypnotic black coals
they had been when she was ten years old, and her slightly crooked smile
was just as heart melting.  I took the linen napkin from my lap and stood.

   The ship steward who had accompanied her said, "Ladies and gentlemen may
I introduce Mrs.  Rhonda Eccle."

   She bobbed her head a little in acknowledgement of the introduction then
sat in the chair the steward had pulled out for her.  He should have
continued to introduce all the others at the table but since there was only
me yet and the first night of shipboard dining was always hectic for the
crew he neglected to tell her my name.

   "Mrs.  Eccle," I said, "I am sure you do not remember me, but we used to
be neighbors.  I'm Geoff Chaucer."

   Rhonda narrowed her lovely eyes trying to remember me but I wore a beard
now and my hair was silver gray rather than black.  "Geoff Chaucer?" she
smiled.  "You aren't that fellow that wrote all those tales a few years
back are you?"

   I laughed.  "My hair would be even grayer than it already is.  You
probably remember me better as `Geoffie' from next door."

   "Geoffie from next door?" She stopped and stared a moment at me before
recollection kicked in.  She gasped and a most charming blush flashed onto
her face and down over the exposed part of her breast.  I would be willing
to bet that it went all over her.

   Before she could recover her voice the steward brought another guest, a
man, to our table and introduced him as Mr.  Paul Grossman.  Like me, he
was formally dressed in dinner jacket and bow tie.  Rhonda and I introduced
ourselves and I could see that Grossman, Paul, was as smitten with Rhonda
as I, but I knew I had an inside track with her which he would never be
able to overcome.

   ###

   Ronnie was a skinny, long-legged, big-eyed girl that was already full of
sexual promise when she was my ten years old next door neighbor.  My twelve
year old sexuality noticed her and longed to explore her whip thin body,
but I was too shy to come out and say so to her.  Instead we played
together, things like tag and "house" and hide-and-go-seek.  In the summer
we also played in the sprinklers to cool off, and that was how Ronnie and I
came to know each other much better.  On a hot July day we put on swimming
clothes and played in the back yard sprinklers and squirted each other with
the hose.  It was great fun.  Ronnie was dressed in a red one piece swim
suit that was far less opaque when wet than when dry and I very quickly
noticed that the suit hugged all her ten year old curves.  She did not have
breasts yet but the cold water caused her pancake nipples to harden and
sharpen like nail points pushing through her swimsuit top; the hose stream
caused the lower part of her suit to mold itself to her still hairless
pussy.  The labia and the divide between them was deliciously obvious and
when the water poured down her front and dripped from between her legs it
made my mind picture her peeing in her pants and my 12 year old cock stood
up.

   I had already learned about masturbation from an older boy in Boy scouts
and I had been practicing that new skill with a will since I had first
touched myself.  So far I had not squirted the way the older boy had but
the ecstatic pleasure of cuming was still there with or without jism, and
now, seeing Ronnie like a naked mannequin with a coat of red spray paint
over her body, I simply had to jerk off or I was going to explode.  My
usual venue for jerking off was the bathroom, but I was dripping wet and my
mother would have killed me if I came dripping into the house to go to the
bathroom so I turned without a word and went inside the garage.  When I was
barely out of Ronnie's sight I yanked down the front of my swim trunks and
my hard dick popped forth and I took it in the two finger and thumb grip I
had discovered was best to accomplish what I wanted and started stroking.
It did not take more than three or four strokes and I was at the precipice.

   "What are you doing Geoffie?" Ronnie asked.  I jumped at the sound of
her voice, pulled my pants up and turned around.

   "Nothing."

   She put her hand to her mouth and giggled.  "I bet you were playing with
your ding ding."

   I blushed all over and what little was left of my erection vanished. 
"No...I...Uh ...I had a fox tail in my swimming trunks from the grass..."
"You did not," she said.  "You were playing with it like Mark does."

   Mark was Ronnie's big brother.  He was sixteen.  "How do you know about
what Mark does?"

   She turned serious, her mouth turning down and her black eyes flashing
with repressed anger.  "I went into his room and he was on his bed doing
it. When he saw me he quick rolled over and hollered at me to get out of
his room.  I went and told on him."

   My stomach suddenly didn't feel good.  "Are you going to tell on me?"

   She looked more serious yet and then smiled mischievously.  "Not if you
let me see."

   ###

   Rhonda and I maintained civilized conversation with everyone at our
table but it was clear to everyone that we had somehow become a couple at
first sight.  No one thought much of it since that was basically what this
cruise was all about.  It was billed as a "singles cruise" for "mature
people." When my son and daughter dropped the tickets for it in my lap I
was less than pleased.  I didn't want anything to do with "mature" cruises.


   "I didn't know Carnival did limber dick cruises," I said.

   My daughter looked disgusted and my son shook his head.  "Don't give my
that shit, Dad.  You used to love cruises and you have hardly been out of
the house since Mom died.  It will do you good to get out in mixed company
again.

   "And do what?  Hook up with some gray haired old widow lady to spend my
declining years with?  No Thanks."

   My daughter glared at me.  "You are going on this cruise if I have to--"
then she burst into tears and that was the end of the battle.  Now, looking
across at the sexual dream of my childhood I was pretty glad I had come
along after all.

   When the stewards cleared away the dishes the small orchestra began to
unwind some dance music I asked, "Mrs.  Eccles, would you like to dance?"

   She blinked at me a couple of times as she considered before nodding and
saying "That would be wonderful, but I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer."

   "Then we will get along fine, because I'm not either.  I'll try
desperately not to stomp on your toes too much."

   She laughed deep in her throat and stood when I pulled out the chair for
her.

   The band was playing some forgettable slow number but she came into my
arms as though it had been "our song" forever.  "I knew you would grow into
a beautiful woman." I said.

   "Flatterer.  You have probably not thought of me in a thousand years."

   "Not so, Ronnie.  Seldom a day passes that I haven't remembered you."

   "Must have been hard on your wife living with that skeleton in your
closet."

   "How do you know I was married?  You may have spoiled me for every other
woman in the world."

   "You are still wearing your ring.  I noticed it when I first sat down."

   "Oops.  Not a very skillful wolf I guess.  I have been wearing it so
long that it has become a part of my finger.  When Elizabeth died it just
never occurred to me to take it off."

   "It was a long marriage I take it."

   "Thirty-two years."

   "You loved her - a lot." It was a statement not a question.

   "Yes, I did.  Still do I guess.  How about you?  Since you are Mrs. 
Eccles you obviously married Mr.  Eccles.  Divorced or Widowed?" That last
had hardly gotten out of my mouth before I knew how crass it sounded.  "I'm
sorry Ronnie.  None of my business."

   She shrugged her silken shoulders, looked deep into my eyes, and smiled.
"Doesn't matter.  He is out of the picture and you are here with me." She
pulled herself closer to me and the feel of her firm body pressing against
mine caused things to happen.  I tried to put a bit more distance between
us to hide the reaction but she pulled me back closer and affected to bring
her hips tight against me for a moment.  She could not have failed to feel
my gallant response poking against her tummy, but she just kept up the
rhythmic bump and swing of the dance until I was near screaming with need
of release.

   Rhonda turned her face up to me with that wicked-little-girl smile I had
dreamt of for forty years.  I kissed her.

   ###

   I looked from Ronnie's impishly grinning face down her body which was
still hugged by her wet red bathing suit.  It looked like a coat of red
spray paint molded to every curve and muscle.  She stood, legs akimbo, and
the swell of her mons and the cleavage of her vulva lips was obvious.  My
erection came back instantly.  "OK, you can watch, but you can't tell
anyone ever."

   "Cross my heart," she said, making the cross-heart gesture with her
finger.

   I turned so that she could see and even took my hand away for a moment
so that she could get a better look.  "Mark's is bigger," she said.  "And
he has hair."

   "He's almost a man," I said defensively, "And I got hair down there
too." I lifted my erection up and hunched my hips out so she could see the
few hairs that were growing on my balls.

   Ronnie bent down to look closer, then stretched forth a finger and poked
at my sac.  I jumped back from the small pain she had given me, covered my
balls with my hands and said, "Hey!  Don't do that!  It hurts."

   "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I just wanted to touch..."

   "OK.  You can touch if you be careful," I said and moved my hands.

   She bent down and carefully cradled my balls with her hand.  She
caressed them as though petting a kitten and the sensation was deliciously
electric.  It made my already hard dick even harder and caused it to bob.

   Ronnie took her hand away and looked at the head of my dick.  It had
gone from red to almost purple.  "Mark's ding ding has a little pointy end
on it when it isn't all big.  Does yours?"

   "No.  It is like it is now only littler."

   She moved back a little then leaned forward and kissed the swollen head.
The touch of her lips sent a shiver through me.  "Why did you do that?" I
asked.

   "Did it feel good?"

   "Yeah.  Real good.  You could do it some more.  Maybe lick it."

   She leaned forward again and barely touched the end with the tip of her
tongue.  When she pulled back a silver thread stretched from her pointed
tongue back to my dick head.  I thought it was spit, but what ever it was
it made my need to finish myself go from a desire to a desperate need.  I
brought my hand up and began the stroke.  Ronnie moved up close to watch.
She extended her hand and again gently cradled my ball sac.  The velvety
touch of her hand and the few strokes of mine did the job.  The clenching
muscle screaming paroxysm of orgasm took me and, for the first time ever,
semen burst forth in a great gush which splattered against Ronnie's avidly
watching face; it was as though all my previous climaxes had stored up
semen to release in this first time, for jet after jet after jet of pearly
cum spurted out.

   The first two or three jets of cum splattered onto Ronnie's face before
she could pull back in surprise.  Her mouth fell open and much of the
second spurt landed on her tongue and ran down her chin.

   When my mind returned I looked at Ronnie's face.  There were splats of
cum on her nose and cheeks and dripping down her chin onto her red bathing
suit.  My heart nearly exploded with fear.  I just knew she was going to
run to her mother and tell on me so I reached out to try to wipe the cum of
her cheeks and chin but she pulled back and ran her tongue tip like a quick
flesh arrow point, over her lips then tilted her face up to me.  I bent
down and kissed her lips like I had seen actors in movies do and tasted my
own cum on her little girl lips.

   ###

   After we danced we retreated to a table for two near the windows and
looked out over the darkening ocean.  "Ronnie, I have dreamed of you ever
since you moved away.  You have featured pretty regularly in my fantasies
for forty years.  I can't believe I found you again after all this time."

   "My only real regret in my life..." she began, "is that you were not the
one who took my virginity.  You were my first love and you have haunted me
since that first day--" she stopped long enough for our memories to
synchronize and then smiled her wicked-little- girl smile.  She ran her
flesh arrow tongue over her lips as though remembering.

   I stood up, leaned over the small table and kissed her delicious mouth
again.  "Shall we go?" I asked

   She stood and took my hand and said, "I'm all yours Geoffie."

   THE END










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