She walked listlessly towards school past the entrance to the national park, just as she did each weekday. Today she dreaded it though, she knew what was in store for her when she got there. The cool girls were mis-named because they were the cruel girls, certainly to little Kaitlyn, who tossed her head in frustration at what was in store.

At 11, she was just beginning to develop and that was the problem because her mother thought she was too young to wear a bra and the cool girls all made fun of her the previous day because her button had become undone and they giggled with glee at the sight of her little nipple as poor Kaitlyn blushed furiously. They told her they were going to undo her blouse in front of the boys and she was totally mortified.

Suddenly coming to a decision, she turned into the closed entrance to the Bishop National Park, jumped the low barrier and headed into the bushes planning on cutting school. To hell with them and school she said to herself as she picked up the pace and began skipping, already feeling much better.

As chance would have it she wasn't alone. Her progress was being watched by a pair of eyes that narrowed as she started skipping into the brush, not 20 feet from where 60 year old Ray Hunter was reclined under a bush considering what his day had to offer. Recently released from jail, he was wondering what he was going to do for money this week when he was suddenly reminded that he hadn't had the comfort of a female for 3 long years by the sight of a lithesome, drop dead gorgeous, four and a half foot tall little vision with shoulder length, dirty blond hair, lovely long legs flashing out of a blue plaid skirt and little breasts that were a just developing bust loosely encased in a white blouse, buttoned up to her neck under a backpack.

She picked up the pace as she went past where he was hidden and after she had disappeared from view, he rose slowly to his feet and quietly slid off after her, looking around to ensure that they were in fact alone. Ray wasn't a bad man, necessarily, but in the words of his ex-cellie, a Brit who fell fowl of the LAPD, he was as toey as a Roman sandal, and a peach is a peach is a peach. Ray moved into the bushes where Kaitlyn ha disappeared moments before, moving as quietly as his six foot form would allow and, on hearing an exasperated utterance from nearby, peeked from behind a tree to see the girl by the creek muttering as she went through her backpack, clearly looking for something.

Kaitlyn looked around in her backpack grumbling, "Where is the damn thing?" She searched in vain for her water bottle and then remembered that she had forgotten to pack it. "Damn!" she muttered loudly and looked down at the pristine brook and thought, "Oh well, I'll just have to drink from the creek, at least the grass goes all the way to the edge and I won't get muddy." She threw her backpack down and got onto her knees at the side of the creek. She leaned down to get her lips as close as she could so she could drink from the surface of the bubbling little creek.

Ray was presented with a sight that would make the pope forget his vows as the little vision waved her ass at him while putting her head down towards the creek, giving him a glimpse of clean white panties that galvanised him into action. He strode quickly and quietly down to the girl displaying her ass to the sky and silently got on his knees directly behind her. He put his left hand on her ass and she instinctively pushed back against it in an attempt to not fall in, pushing her mons into his palm. His other hand flashed to her throat and then up to cover her mouth as the breath she had just taken threatened to fly out as a scream.

He pulled her back int his body, holding her tight. "If you make a sound, it'll be the last sound you make," he growled into her ear in the voice he had used in prison that brooked no dissent. She nodded vehemently as her body was moulded to his by his grip on her face and his other hand which had slid around her body holding her waist hard to him. She could feel the hardness of him as he held her tight to him. His hand rubbed her middle then slid up to cup the small cone that was her breast. She puffed noisily into his other hand s she felt his hand massage her left breast and then the other one and then slide down her stomach again, pulling her even more tightly to him, and then continue down to between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, exposing her virgin self to his groping hand. She thrashed in response to his violation forcing his lips to her ear again, "Keep that up and I'll fucken drown ya." She fell back into him in shock, the fight gone out of her with his hard hands and harder words.

"If you're good, then you get to go home after. Are you going to be good?" He asked to her now furiously nodding head, as in a rush, she realised that to get home she would have to do whatever this hard man wanted. Kaitlyn felt a curious feeling of inevitability and somehow, a feeling of security that she would get home in the end. His hand had not stopped massaging her between her thighs whilst this was being decided and now, tentatively, he removed his other hand from her mouth and slid it down to unbutton her blouse and expose her prepubescent cones, kneading them alternately. he slid his hand down her thigh and under the skirt bringing it up and the skirt with it, exposing her little white panties to his gaze, and then started to massage her mons again, working his hand right underneath, between her butt-cheeks as her breathing became heavy. He roughly pulled the panties to the side to expose her perfect, hairless little slit and her breathing became more irregular.

Turning her around like a little doll he kissed her mouth, forcing it open with his tongue. Her groan into his mouth raising his already wild desire and he ran his hands down to her ass and started massaging her buttocks in concert with his tongue raping her mouth. He stood her up in front of him and told the bewildered girl to lift her skirt up to her waist. When she did he put his hands on her hips and slid her panties down to her ankles, lifted her foot and took her leg out... Perversely he wanted her to keep them on one leg. "Now, get down on your knees like you were when I came here." He said, his voice thick but gentler, "Now, put your head on the ground and your ass in the air." She looked at him with confusion and despair, and turned, knelt on the grass and put her head onto the grass.

The sight he beheld was enough of itself to make a grown man cry. Her ass waving in the air, beautiful, hairless little cunt, with her pink, puckered asshole above it like an upside down exclamation mark. Ray undid his jeans and pulled out his dick, by now harder than diamond, thinking she should be happy it's not a foot long, because she gets no mercy. He spat on his hand and lubed himself and the spat again and wet her asshole. He could see the expression on her face and, bless her, she had no idea. It was a sea of confusion as he lubed her asshole and then slid his finger all the way in. Her eyes and mouth opened wide and he managed to get his other hand over her mouth in time to stifle her scream as he simultaneously felt her anus grip his finger in a way that made him just want to slide his dick in there. So he took his finger out and pushed his penis into her anus, slowly and quite gently, in the scheme of things it could have been a lot worse for her as she grunted into his hand.

Ray was in heaven as he pushed his dick all the way into the little girls asshole, finally feeling his balls being tickled by her mons. Sensing her body's acceptance of what was happening to her he took his hand from her mouth and started tweaking both her nipples in rhythm with his thrusting into her tight little ass. When he saw her hand slide down to rest between her legs, he knew that the day had only just begun.

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