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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Becky on a Summer Day (Mf-teen, rom, 1st, ped) by The White Rabbit (white_rabbit27@hotmail.com) *** A fourteen-year-old girl's meeting with a stranger leads to the most exciting day of her life. Author's note: This is a work of fiction. I have never had sex with a minor, and I would strongly urge readers not to confuse fantasy with reality. * It was the hottest day of the year; and young Becky was dressed for it, in shorts and a bikini-top that showed off her lovely, tanned body to good advantage. And there was plenty to show off. Although not yet fifteen, Becky already had large breasts, the soft, firm globes of a well-endowed adolescent, revealed more than hidden by the bikini. Her tight, small midriff flaunted itself without shame or conceit; while the snug shorts hinted at the charms of her cute shaved crotch and firm, jutting bum. She felt rather naughty. Normally, her parents, who were quite strict, wouldn't have dreamed of letting her go out in the street dressed like that. But today was so hot that even they acknowledged that comfort came first. Many of the men who passed by ogled her, some unaware of how young she was, others doubtless aroused by it. It would have surprised many of them, however, to find that this provocative young tease had gone a year without a boyfriend. Plenty of boys in her class would have gladly gone out with her. But that was the trouble: they were boys. She'd grown to want more than their immaturity, their fumbling in the park on the way home from dates, and their wham-bam- thank-you-ma'am approach to sex. If it weren't that Becky enjoyed giving pleasure, perhaps even more than receiving it, she would have long ago decided that the only good sex was the kind she enjoyed alone in her bedroom. Largely oblivious to the glorious day around her, Becky was pulled out of her reverie by a car drawing up beside her, and an English accent from inside saying, "Excuse me, I wonder if you can help me. I think I'm lost." The face looking out seemed mature, but still fresh and unlined. The man had dark-brown hair and a beard; and his dark eyes, big and liquid, mesmerized her. "Where do you want to go?" Becky asked, realising, as she did, that she was tossing her black hair flirtingly back over her shoulders. "The Lincoln Heights Hotel," he said. "I'm staying there; but I can't find my way back." "I'm not surprised," she told him. "It's right over on the other side of town. Umm..." She tried to visualise the route, but it was too hot. "I'm not sure if I can give you directions," she said lamely; then, before she realised what she was saying, added, "I could come with you and show you, though." The man looked surprised. "That would be really nice of you, if you're sure you don't mind being in a stranger's car." Becky, who was wondering about that herself, found that, for reasons she never did fully understand, she was smiling and saying, "Course not." They talked, during the ride. Becky told the man a lot about herself: more than she usually even told friends. He told her less about himself (she realised, later, that she didn't actually ask his name) but said that he was on an extended American holiday. At last, the car drew up beside a large hotel. "Well, we're here," said Becky, feeling strangely sorry that the journey was over. "I'm really grateful," said the man. "Not only for showing me the way, but for making the journey so delightful. You'll need to get a cab back, won't you? How much do you think that'll cost?" His hand stopped halfway to his wallet. "Unless, of course..." Becky looked at him questioningly, holding her breath, wondering what he was going to say. "The hotel's got a good bar. Can I buy you a drink?" Becky looked down in confusion. "Er... I'm not really dressed for a bar, am I?" she commented, glancing down at her shorts and bikini-top. He snorted. "I'm inviting you for a drink," he said, "not your clothes." She blushed. "I'm not old enough to drink," she said. "I don't know if they'll let me in." He grinned. "Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" They did get away with Becky having one drink, by sitting in a corner furthest from the bar. They got on even better than before, chatting and giggling together as if he was her own age; yet, at the same time, she felt utterly safe with him. She was, not surprisingly, getting eyed up by many of the single men in the barroom; but his care cloaked her without stifling, making it clear to everyone that she was under his protection. After a while, a little light-headed, Becky came and sat on his lap, giving him little kisses, feeling his hands lightly caressing her bare, tanned skin. Eventually, the barkeeper had begun to notice them, and was giving them dirty looks. Becky giggled. "I think I'm gonna get thrown out," she whispered. "Pity, I was enjoying myself." "I tell you what," suggested her companion. "Why don't we get a bottle of wine and take it up to my room? No- one to chuck you out there." Becky knew it was supposed to be a bad idea; but she didn't really believe that, and agreed without hesitation. So they went up to his room together and started on the wine, sitting together talking and giggling and kissing. The man, whose name Becky still hadn't asked, had his arm around her, absent-mindedly playing with her breasts through her bikini-top. Becky, her head laid on his shoulder, was vaguely thinking that she ought to stop him; but it felt so good, and she really didn't want it to stop. However, her head started feeling a bit woozy after a while. "I need to lie down," she said. "Be my guest," he replied, and helped her stretch out on the bed, then gave her a light kiss. It was almost like kissing a child goodnight; but it sent a tremendous erotic charge through her. Slipping off his shoes, the man lay down beside Becky and began kissing her, one hand caressing her tits, the other wandering down to her shorts. Becky blushed when she saw him smile at the discovery that the crotch of her shorts was damp. "I think you'd be more comfortable out of those clothes," he suggested softly; and Becky felt powerless to do anything but nod. So he quickly unfastened her top, letting her firm young breasts bounce free. He spent a few moments kissing, licking and sucking each erect nipple; then he patted her bottom. "Lift your bum up," he said; and Becky giggled, thinking that sounded so much nicer than telling her to move her ass. Raising herself up, she let him peel off her damp shorts and wet knickers. For a few moments, he did nothing but look at Becky: her lovely tanned body, her wet, waiting pussy, her beautiful blue eyes, filled with desire. Then he kissed her again, thoroughly and wetly, before moving his mouth back to her nipples. His hand began playing with her pussy. On the few occasions that boyfriends had bothered to do this for her, they'd been clumsy and ineffectual; but this man seemed to know, even better than herself, what turned her on. He rubbed his finger along the insides of her wet lips; flicked a fingertip over the little button of her clit; worked a finger into her soaking hole, teasing and tickling the most sensitive parts of her pussy-wall, some of which she hadn't even been aware of. After a few minutes of this, Becky began writhing and trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. When the orgasm came, it was the biggest she'd ever known, and she completely blanked out for a few seconds. When she was aware of her surroundings again, Becky realised that her lover, too, had undressed. His body showed no sign of middle-age; and the stiff cock that stood up to greet her made her gasp. Not that it was bigger than others she'd encountered, though it was a fair size; but something about it told her deliciously that this was a man's cock, not a boy's. Used to what was expected, Becky put out one hand to take hold of the erect shaft; but he put a hand on hers. "Looking at your gorgeous, naked body's all I need to keep me excited," he said softly. "It's going to get loved till it can't take any more." Becky felt slightly disappointed: she loved to give head, and watch the effects of what she was doing to her lover. But, within a very short time, she'd forgotten all about that. Giving each of her nipples one more kiss, he began to move his mouth down her body, over her belly and her mound, until he was kissing and licking at her pussy. His tongue sent shudders all through her aroused body as it flickered over her clit, then pushed into her hole. His fingers continued their work, occasionally slipping round to play with the little rosebud between her buttocks, though he stopped short of pushing fingers into her arse. Becky had only come down a little way from her last orgasm; and soon her body was bucking uncontrollably, as she came hard again. Hardly had the orgasm finished, before he turned over to lie on top of Becky, though holding his weight off her, and positioned the head of his cock against her soaking pussy. Her mind was telling her that this probably wasn't a good idea; but her pussy was thinking for her, and she simply opened her legs wider and raised them a little, opening up the hole for him. He pushed into her, a bit at a time, letting perhaps an inch at a time slide further between the soft, wet walls of her pussy-hole, rubbing different places in different ways each time, allowing each part to adjust to his cock before he stretched some more. When it was finally all the way in, he began thrusting in and out, moving a little side-to-side as well, so that the big shaft filling her pussy rubbed on all parts of it in unpredictable ways. Becky's pussy sucked and squelched, her muscles trying to pull him further in. Her previous orgasm hadn't really finished, and she started coming again very early on. But, this time, it didn't subside, just went on and on, until Becky hardly knew what was happening, who she was, who was fucking. She wasn't even fully aware of being fucked; only the ecstasy that seemed to have completely replaced her body. She was limp, flopping about on the end of his cock like a rag-doll; but a rag-doll programmed for continuous orgasm. At last, Becky was vaguely aware that the shaft pumping in and out was throbbing; then spurts of warm come began hitting her cervix, filling her pussy with his semen. She went into convulsions, hitting a peak even higher than the state of orgasm she'd been in all through the fuck. The next thing she was aware of, she was lying in his arms, drenched in sweat, his cock still buried to the hilt in her, and she was unsure whether she wanted to cry or laugh hysterically. It didn't matter: she was too weak to do either. He was kissing her, and she thought he was saying something, too; but everything was coming and going too much for her to concentrate. It didn't matter: the only thing that mattered was that she was in his arms, feeling utterly safe and loved. As Becky slipped into delicious, golden sleep, the last thing she heard was her lover whispering, "Sleep well, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up." 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