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Brenda Escapes Her Protectors to the Mountains
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)

***

Ten year old Brenda is "saved" by a near hermit when her 
escape from the foster care system runs into trouble. 
(MMg, extreme-ped, oral, rom)

***

At ten Brenda had already been used by four men. It was 
the dirty little secret of the foster care system in the 
city of 200,000 that she was escaping. Luckily she was 
smart. She knew her budding breasts would bring on more 
and more unwanted attention and the man who was 
"protecting" her would trade her around with other 
"protecting" foster parents. 

By the time she had stolen enough for a bus ticket, she 
had it all planned. She pinned a note on her coat that 
said she would be picked up by her Aunt Sara in Sonora. 
On the buss, she freely talked to tell everyone how her 
father was dying of cancer, how she had to travel even 
to get to the bus station and how she would be picked up 
and taken to a ranch. She could not remember real 
kindness. She was a commodity, sold and traded in the 
system that was supposed to protect her.

The Sonora bus station is small. The town is small. She 
attracted attention with her light luggage and young 
age. Clemet seldom came to town but the parts to fix one 
of his dredges were in and he needed to pick up his mail 
for the last four months. His mail included royalty 
checks, social security checks and retirement checks. He 
was taking them to the bank when he saw the commotion. 

He was the only one who saw Brenda hide under the low 
wood-decked walkway. On his way back, he dropped a rock 
with a note attached and kicked it under the deck, "I 
hid there when I was about your age. I live way out of 
town. If you need a friend and a place to hide for a 
while, I'll stop my light blue truck close, in about ten 
minutes."

Brenda could easily see the tall thin man of about 
sixty. She could tell he worked hard and wasn't 
concerned about what other people thought. His jeans and 
flannel shirt were worn. His boots were expensive and so 
was his truck. His truck was loaded to overflowing, both 
in the bed and inside the club cab. He stopped by her 
hiding place and got out of the truck.  She was cold in 
the rapidly cooling mountain evening air. She did not 
have any other options. 

She raced and dove into the truck's seat. The tall man 
got in, squishing her against the food supplies, put the 
truck in gear and they were off in less than ten seconds 
from when he stopped. Strangely, he did not talk; she 
still clutched his note and his rock. She shivered. 

He reached behind his seat and pushed a blanket at her. 
For thirty minutes he drove before he turned off the 
black top. The road was rutted and rough. The forest and 
darkness had already engulfed them. They bounced along 
and made several more turns into the darkness. Snow was 
still under the trees and on the roadside.

The large log cabin just burst from the isolation in the 
truck's headlights. She followed him inside, watched, 
wrapped in her blanket, as he stoked the embers in the 
fireplace and added logs. He left her standing while he 
started to unload everything perishable and everything 
that would be harmed by the overnight freezing 
temperatures. One word, "Hey," called her to take 
packages that he brought from the truck and handed to 
her so he would not track mud into the house on his back 
and forth trips.

She could hear fast moving water when she stood on the 
deck. She knew to put everything in the big kitchen. 
There seemed to be five rooms – the great living room, 
two bedrooms, the kitchen and a bathroom. The house had 
electricity, running water and was neat and clean. There 
were computers, a television and lots and lots of books.

By the time everything was unloaded, the house was warm 
and he cooked their dinner while he put the new 
groceries away. He just pointed toward the table. She 
sat down to pork loin, baked apples, rice, fresh bread, 
butter and a glass of milk. Brenda did not realize how 
famished she was. The tall man still had half his meal 
left when she finished. 

His words seemed to echo, "You can look around the 
kitchen and eat anything you want when you are hungry. 
Let me know if you need something we don't have."

Later she got warm by the fire and went to sleep. He 
read. She awoke briefly when he carried her effortlessly 
to the small bedroom, stripped her to her panties, put 
one of his flannel shirts on her and tucked her into the 
cold crisp sheets. Brenda was asleep again before the 
man left her room. He was strong and she was safe. She 
didn't know his name and he had not asked hers.

The next morning when she awoke, the house was warm and 
quiet. Sun beams streaked through every window. The 
house was bright and inviting. His truck was in the 
driveway but he was not around. About noon he came in, 
fixed sandwiches, ate and left again, leaving her food 
on the table. She followed. He worked in rubber bibbed 
overalls in a fast moving stream. There were sluice 
boxes, two dredges and panning equipment. The noise from 
the equipment wasn't loud but it seemed loud because of 
the high mountains' quiet.

She was wrapped in the same blanket when they walked 
back that afternoon. His voice startled her, "Do you 
want me to know your name?"

"Brenda."

"Nice to meet you Brenda. I'm Clemet. You can tell me 
about yourself, if you want. You can ask me about things 
here, if you want. You are free to come and go but you 
should talk to me first; the forest and weather are not 
always friendly. We'll try to get you some warm clothes 
this evening."

After dinner, in mostly the firelight, Clemet drank a 
large, strong rum and coke. He mixed a second one and 
drug out a couple of suitcases full of a small adult 
woman's clothing and two more of a girl's clothes. The 
girl was bigger than Brenda. Maybe she was twelve. 

Clemet held many of the pieces of clothing up to her to 
get a general idea of whether they would fit or not. He 
made a stack of clothes that needed to be taken up in 
the waist or hemmed for length. His efforts with needle 
and thread proved that he was no novice. Brenda watched. 
Her eyes questioned him.

"My mother made sure I could cook, clean, do the wash 
and sew."

"Why do you have so many girls' clothes?"

Clemet cringed at her question but he liked having 
someone to talk with. "I thought I had a good male 
hunting buddy. He introduced me to a young woman. We 
dated, even had sex a few times." Clemet paused 
realizing that his conversation had veered in a too 
adult direction for what he judged to be proper for a 
young girl. 

He continued in a hollow, unfeeling voice, "Anyway, she 
called one day and said she had lost her job and needed 
a place to live for a while. Her twelve year old 
daughter and she moved in for a couple of months. I 
enjoyed the company. Turned out my buddy and she had 
plotted against me. She used the days to snoop. She 
found about a hundred ounces of gold dust and they all 
split, leaving all this stuff behind."

Older than her years, Brenda responded in sympathy, 
feeling Clemet's hurt of being betrayed and losing the 
companionship that he had learned to enjoy. "I'm sorry 
that your girlfriend stole from you and lied to you."

Clemet's eyes flashed long suppressed hurt; his words 
lashed out and he disclosed a lot, "I fish, hunt and pan 
for gold to stay busy. I live here because I always 
believe women like her. Had she taken a moment to really 
care about me, she would have discovered that I do not 
need to do any of this.  She stole pennies when I would 
have given her love and thousands." He knew he had said 
too much. He sewed, drank and was quiet.

For the next month, Brenda learned to cook and carry her 
weight around the cabin as spring was slowly pushing 
winter out of the high mountains. She learned that 
Clemet wrote long into the night, always drinking his 
rum and cokes. He slept very little and when he did, he 
often cried out, woke up and then did not sleep again 
that night.

One evening, Brenda was taking an extremely long time to 
bathe. Clemet went to check on her. The door was 
slightly ajar. Brenda was trying to get a splinter out 
from where her thigh met her ass cheek. It even pierced 
the bottom of her right pussy lip. She was frustrated, 
tired and not being successful.

He did not push the door open, ogle her, finger her or 
force her suck his cock as other men had done in her 
life. He stood outside the cracked door and asked, 
"Brenda, some things need a second person. Can I help? 
Did you hurt yourself today?"

She was too tired and concerned not to be truthful, "I 
got a splinter in a bad spot while sitting on the 
railing yesterday."

"Have you already bathed?"

"Yes."

"Don't be embarrassed. You should let me look. The deck 
and all the railings are made of redwood. Redwood 
splinters get infected quickly. It might cause you some 
problems."

All the fear and memories of abuse came back and she 
burst into sobbing tears. Now Clemet did come to her and 
held her. Over the next two hours, he held her on the 
floor of the bathroom, wrapped her in towels and 
listened to her horror stories of being abused.  By the 
end of her stories, she was wrapped around him, holding 
him for strength and she could feel his tears dropping 
on her bare shoulders.  He rocked her in his arms and 
told her, "Brenda, you are young, beautiful and you have 
so much life ahead of you. You should not have been hurt 
and you should not even know about such ugliness." 

Later she confessed that the area around the splinter 
was red, swollen and sore. She let him examine her 
splinter. His deft fingers used a needle and teased the 
pieces of the large broken splinter out from the edge of 
her pussy lip, her thigh and her ass cheek. He cleaned 
the site with Batadine and examined it again. 

His eyes were far away when his fingers slipped up 
through her tight lips and caressed her clit. He gently 
pulled the skin above her pussy to expose her little 
button. She lifted to object, she expected to be 
molested, but he tenderly leaned forward and kissed her 
glistening pearl. Shocks raced through her body and she 
felt wetness flow between her legs. 

In the same split second, Clemet's mind jolted back to 
reality and he stuttered. He apologized profusely over 
and over again. She saw tears coming down his cheeks as 
he turned away, still apologizing.

The next evening, Clemet insisted on checking Brenda's 
wound. He pronounced it well and advised her to tell him 
if it got tender again, signaling that he might have 
missed a redwood sliver. He did not touch her or even 
look more than was briefly necessary. He turned his 
eyes, in apparent fear and embarrassment. That night, 
the next night and the next few nights, he wrote and 
drank.

A late spring storm brought winds and freezing rains 
enough to drive him in from his sluice boxes. The 
satellite TV went out. Clemet bathed early and was 
sitting and reading by the fire when Brenda came out of 
the shower with her hair wrapped in a towel and one of 
his thick terry cloth robes engulfing her to the floor.

Never had she done this. Tonight she snuggled into his 
overstuffed lounge chair with him and asked, "What are 
you reading?"

"Just bouncing around from one classic to another, 
trying to find some ideas and skills to push me back to 
my own stories." For an hour, he read to her skillfully 
from a tattered copy of "Tom Sawyer" and a coverless, 
worn copy of "Don Quixote." Brenda did listen for a 
while. She was tired. Clemet was warm and was the strong 
protection from the storm raging outside that she 
needed. 

As she slept, Clemet quit reading and dozed holding her. 
He pulled the towel free from her head and inhaled the 
scent of her hair. She wiggled and pressed her hand 
under his robe to rest on his flat, hairy belly. His 
imagination helped him relax. A beautiful sexy woman 
wanted to be with him, trusted him and felt safe with 
him.

Brenda woke up about midnight all wrapped around Clemet. 
He was sleeping more soundly than she had ever known him 
to sleep. One of his arms was around her shoulders. His 
right hand rested inside her robe, on her shoulder, just 
above her budding breast. She started to jerk back but 
realized that her own hand was resting over his half 
hard cock. Slowly she pulled her hand away. 

Clemet woke up and moved his hand from inside her robe 
even faster. He had never done this before, but he 
scooped her up and carried her to bed, tucking her in. 
He wanted her to know, "Brenda, I relaxed and slept 
soundly against your warm body. I did not know I was 
touching you; I did not do it on purpose. I am sorry. I 
will not violate you or hurt you." He did not wait for 
an answer or even to know if she had heard him. The 
light flicked off. Again he wrote most of the night.

All through the next day and night the storm raged. They 
worked around the house, cooked together and talked. 
While doing the dishes she snatched the drying towel 
away when he reached for it. They wrestled for it. When 
Clemet got a hold of the towel, he also had grasped her 
right breast. 

They both froze. 

His eyes were filled with lust and fear. Hers could not 
be read. Clemet held her, gave her his best fatherly 
kiss and said, "Brenda, if you ever want to talk, be 
held, be touched or ask me adult questions, you take the 
lead. I do not want to add to all the horrors that have 
happened to you."

When he tucked her into bed that night, Brenda slyly 
asked, "Can you check my splinter again? It felt better 
after you kissed it last time."

Clemet's rough calloused hands seemed to grow soft and 
gentle as he lifted her night shirt up and off her head. 
She was maturing early. Her nipples were growing and 
they had puffy flesh under them. He played her game and 
she followed.

"Maybe I should check your lips and your tongue, to make 
sure you do not have a fever first."

Brenda had never been kissed gently and lovingly before. 
He nibbled at her closed lips, licked at them and used 
his hand to open her mouth slightly. His wet, hot tongue 
explored just inside her mouth. It licked between her 
lips and gums and she inhaled some of his breath.  It 
warmed her inside.

"Give me your tongue."

At first she just stuck it out. When he nursed at it and 
enjoyed it so much, she softened it and let it explore 
inside his mouth as he had done her. His tongue played 
with hers. She liked to be kissed like this. Especially, 
when his fingers trailed down her neck, caressed her new 
breasts and rolled each nipple until a strange new 
tingling began in her stomach.

Brenda could feel the tension and struggle for control 
in his body as he slowly kissed down the path that his 
hands had just made.  When he kissed her breasts and 
sucked gently at her nipples, she knew nothing had felt 
that good except when he kissed her magic button so very 
briefly the night he doctored her splinter.

Clemet stayed so long loving her breasts that she pushed 
at the top of his head to remind him to check her 
splinter. She wanted to see if that good feeling could 
get even better. His lips kissed down her stomach, to 
the sides of her belly button, where he found a 
sensitive spot on each side. As he licked and sucked her 
navel, he grasped the tops of her panties; Brenda lifted 
her hips to help her chosen doctor do his exam.

The slow build up, her warm skin, her forbidden youth 
and the wild animal attraction of her scent had him 
feeling dizzy. When he went lower, his mind began to 
spin from the smell of a willing turned on woman. Guilt 
flooded in but when he opened her with his thumbs and 
his tongue licked up her tight, reddened and moist 
immature pussy, it was pushed back by his desire. He had 
always been very oral. 

For long minutes, he licked and sucked her outer lips 
and inside her. She liked how his nose occasionally 
touched her hooded clit but when he rose up just enough 
to kiss and suck it, her mind spun and her hips lifted 
to urge him not to stop.

Penetration was what she had always hated. Her former 
protectors had forced their fingers and cocks into her, 
stretching her, hurting her. But when she lowered her 
hips, Clemet's finger slid smoothly into her wetness and 
found a wonderful spot to push that forced more 
sensitive area up around her button to protrude into his 
wonderful, worshiping lips and tongue.

For the first time in her life, Brenda heard herself 
moan in pleasure to encourage her lover.

Clement did not stop his gentle assault. His finger did 
piston in and out of her but it was wonderful, not like 
the sweaty, vulgar, heavy thrusts that men had called 
"fucking her." Her hands naturally held him in place to 
assure he would not move away from giving her pleasure. 
She felt wetness began to flow out of her opening. She 
felt she was opening wider, welcoming him and pleading 
for more pleasure. 

The pleasure built inside her until it began to frighten 
her. Clemet knew, "I'm here, to protect you. Everything 
is alright. Don't be afraid. Let everything get better 
and better until your body flies because it feels so 
good."

Brenda did not understand but she liked the pressure and 
sensitive, pulsing feelings building in her belly. Her 
legs lifted, capturing his head with her thighs and 
digging her heals into his back to pull him tighter into 
her. Her body began to tremble and she was making new 
pleading sounds of pleasure. 

Feelings built and built. Her legs grabbed him with all 
her might and she cried out as the pleasure convulsed 
through her entire body. It was too intense. She used 
her hands to try to push his face away from between her 
legs. 

He grasped her wrists and pinned them against her hips. 
She knew he wanted her to endure her sensitivity for 
him. Just as she was deciding if she could take it, his 
tireless, rubbing and pressing finger insider her became 
all that mattered. 

Her legs flared open to tell him to take her harder and 
the pulsing, tingling feeling in her clit began to build 
again. She was having trouble getting enough oxygen into 
her lungs but she did not care. Her hips began to churn 
into his mouth not caring if she hurt him. There was 
just enough air left inside her for her scream that she 
heard trail away as wetness flowed out of her with her 
life. Peaceful darkness surrounded her and her body went 
totally limp.

Many minutes later, Brenda's body lurched awake and her 
mind was filled with panic. Clemet was holding her 
tightly in his arms, so she relaxed into his strength. 
Slowly she came back. She felt some fear mixed with her 
pleasure because she could feel his hard cock pressing 
into her naked bottom. Only his flannel lounging pants 
kept it from thrusting into her. In her daze, she 
wondered if even that could be good with Clemet. She was 
so very tired.

Clemet put the exhausted, sleeping Brenda to bed and 
covered her. He did pull his cock out and squeeze all 
the pre cum he could out onto his fingers and painted it 
onto her lovely lips. Before he left the room, he got to 
smile because her tongue flicked out and took his taste 
into her mouth.

Sitting at his desk, his cock throbbed and stood rigidly 
up to keep him away from his keyboard. He closed his 
eyes and relished in the taste and smell of Brenda's 
young pussy where it still coated his face. He began 
slowly to jack off his thick uncircumcised cock. It had 
been a long time since he had done this. 

His mind raced through scenarios where Brenda would come 
to him, want him and guide his cock into her body. As 
his hand moved up and down faster, he saw her sitting 
astride his hips thrusting into him, asking him, 
"Please, I'm almost there. Please be with me. Please cum 
with me. Please let me feel you throb and fill me." 

Even after two more rum and cokes, Clemet could not quit 
thinking and rethinking about what he had done that 
night with a ten year old girl. It had been so good his 
guilt had no room to torment him. He felt he should feel 
bad. He did not. Still he would apologize to Brenda over 
breakfast. He could not work on his current book 
tonight. He could not sleep either. So he wrote his 
version of the beauty of what happened tonight.

Clemet had finished breakfast but was waiting for Brenda 
to wake up before he headed out for work. The weather 
was better today. She had managed to get her night gown 
back on, but he almost laughed at how disheveled and 
untogether she was. 

When she came to him and sat on his lap to give him a 
morning hug, his testosterone level surged; her body 
reeked of desirable, pheromone laden female. That smell 
could easily drive any male to take what his body 
needed.

Brenda was quiet all through the breakfast he fixed for 
her. He told her she needed to bathe and clean up the 
kitchen while he worked the sluice boxes. They had 
worked unattended through the storm for more than two 
days. He wondered if they were still in good order or if 
the motors had turned off because something tilted.

Within an hour, an excited Clemet raced in and gathered 
her up, put her boots on her and grabbed her coat. He 
raced her to his claim. He showed her how to pick the 
hundreds of sand sized gold nuggets from the tracks in 
the boxes while he panned the buckets and buckets of 
black sand that had accumulated. There were millions of 
shiny flakes of gold all through the new sand. 

When lunch came, she was hungry but he urged her to work 
through lunch. About sunset, he took her bottle and his, 
and led her back to the cabin. He was very quiet, when 
he sent her off to bathe. The two bottles sat on the 
dining table when he went off to shower and dinner 
simmered. Brenda had to keep things stirred. She sat the 
table and served the food while Clemet poured the two 
bottles into a baby food sized jar, added just a little 
more from a hidden stash and weighed everything without 
the lid. He smiled broadly. Satisfied, he ate hardily. 
Brenda waited for his secret.

After cleaning up the kitchen and starting his first rum 
and coke, he called her to sit on his lap. He kept 
rolling the bottle in his hand. "Brenda, this bottle is 
all of our day's work. You have told me your dreams of 
going off to college and becoming a teacher, maybe a 
biology teacher in high school."

She looked puzzled. He looked smug.

"You're not even in school right now. We have to get you 
into school. I'll talk to a lawyer friend of mine and 
we'll figure out something so you don't have to go back 
into the system and get hurt again. If you want, maybe 
you can even stay here. I would like that. Last night 
almost drove me crazy. You need to tell me to stop. I 
love you and love you living with me but I am male and 
your body attracts me. I never want to hurt you."

Brenda was puzzled. Already tonight she was hoping that 
Clemet would kiss her again. She knew that was wrong and 
that he was trying to tell her, he knew it too.

"This bottle is yours. I bet tomorrow we fill another 
bottle like this one."

As he handed it to her, she almost dropped it. How could 
such a little bottle weigh so much?

Clement continued, "With this bottle and another one 
like it, you can go to any college you want and probably 
have some money left over, right now. We'll make sure 
you have enough in eight years by investing it those 
years in something safe.  A few more storms like the 
last one, you'll be a very wealthy educated young woman 
by the time you graduate from college."

Brenda was tired, confused and overwhelmed. She knew 
college cost a lot but she did not have a sense of value 
and money at her age. She fell asleep in his arms as he 
told her all the wonderful places that she could visit 
after college and all the wonderful places she could 
live. He told her about exciting night life with 
beautiful young people. She felt safe under his arm. He 
had pleased her and not hurt her last night. Today he 
was giving her wealth. Why would she ever want to leave?

The next day, he used a dredge for a while; he found a 
half dollar sized thick leaf-like nugget and was very 
happy. Still they filled a bottle with her work and his 
panning to about two-thirds full. It was full when he 
gave it to her that evening.

"Brenda, don't think this happens all the time. I've 
worked an entire year and not half filled a bottle like 
we've done each of the last two days."

Those words struck home to her. As she fell asleep that 
night on the couch, she thought of Clemet working all 
day for only a few grains to put into the bottle. That 
was so much work. The next morning she awoke in her bed 
and heard the drone of his dredge in the distance. Her 
breakfast was in the microwave with instructions for 
heating.

The next few days, Clemet did not ask Brenda to help. 
His gold finding was back to a few grains a day. On the 
fourth day another storm blew in about three p.m. He 
quit early. They ate early. He was sitting in his easy 
chair. The clouds made the house dark even though it was 
early. Brenda had bathed and was lying on the floor 
watching TV, when she looked back at him and realized he 
was watching her bare legs and panty covered ass. His 
cock was hard and he was idly stroking it through his 
pants.  When he saw her looking at him, he was 
embarrassed, jerked his hand away and pretended to be 
only reading his book.

She might be young but she had been through a lot. She 
might be young but she appreciated all that Clemet had 
done for her. She might be young but she had thoroughly 
enjoyed the sexual pleasure he had given her that one 
wild night. She might be young but she wanted more. She 
might be young but harsh reality had taught her how to 
please a man with her hands and mouth. 

She might be young but she already knew she would enjoy 
pleasing a man that way, if only he did not get rough 
with her and force himself into her throat making her 
gag or grabbing her and forcing his cock up inside her 
not ready pussy. She might be young but she knew Clemet 
would never hurt her. She might be young but she knew 
tonight, he was a horny man.

As seductively as any experienced stripper, hooker or 
loving wife, Brenda got up onto her knees and faced her 
man. She was a good ten feet away. Clemet watched her 
discretely over his book. She knew. Walking slowly on 
her knees, her eyes watched her affect on him. She was 
breathing through her wet, slightly open lips. She 
inched her way toward him. 

To signal him clearly of her intentions, so there would 
be no argument, when their eyes met, she kept coming, 
lifted her night shirt over her head and tossed it 
aside. She paused, pulled her panties off, tossed them 
and continued forward. She laughed inside as she 
recognized his discomfort and his rock hard, raging, 
throbbing cock trying to rip its way out of his soft 
evening pants.

Clemet put his book down, leaned forward and reached for 
his prize. She pushed and slapped his hands away while 
dragging her young puffy breasts up his leg and letting 
her hands grasp at the elastic band that held his pants 
up around his waist. He didn't move. She tugged again. 
Now he understood, so he lifted his hips and she worked 
his pants under his hips, off his legs and freed them 
from his feet. 

She pushed his knees apart. Brenda gasped when she saw 
him. His cock was seven inches long but as wide as her 
wrist. She had never seen one approaching his size. It 
bobbed appreciatively under her gaze and drops of 
slippery wetness beaded from its tiny mouth.

Her thumbs cupped his hot, steamy balls, her fingers 
pulled his foreskin down taunt and her chin guided his 
cock to stand where she wanted it. Her tongue stared 
flicking at the sensitive under side of his now jerking 
shaft and gently her lips closed over the tip and sucked 
his pre-cum away. More seeped out and she swallowed that 
too.

His feeble protest was wonderfully assuring to hear. For 
the first time in her young life she was in control and 
giving pleasure to a man exactly as she wanted to be 
doing. "Brenda, you do not have to do this for me. I 
want you to be here with me just because you are you."

Clemet continue to explain as Brenda let her mouth 
stretch over his large helmet. She laughed inside as his 
struggling, voice cracked on his last words. "I really 
enjoy what you are doing, but I do not expect..." His 
hips lifted off the chair's cushion and she could feel 
him struggling for control so he could feel pleasure 
from her a little longer. She helped. 

She backed off and teased more lightly. His groan was 
not vulgar like she had heard from men before. It was a 
pleading, loving, thank you. It was a promise to return 
all the pleasure she gave him. After all, he had already 
given her pleasure, in a way, she was behind; she owed 
him.

His body trembled like hers had done. He held the sides 
of her head and she expected the horrible trust into the 
back of her throat, choking her. Clemet's touch was 
gentle; he only guided her. His hands were nervous with 
his need; that empowered her and made her want to tease 
him and please him even more. Gently, he began to thrust 
in and out of her mouth. Tiny whimpers escaped on his 
thrusts. He both wanted to cum and wanted this anguish 
to last and last. 

Brenda played with his pain, keeping him on the edge of 
filling her mouth with his cum. Always, before she had 
hated that. Now she wanted to taste this man. Three then 
four times, she got him almost there. His balls had been 
tight for ten minutes. She had learned how to move off 
his lurching cock and make him groan in agony. Finally 
he said, "Please."

Brenda did not go at him differently. Slowly, evenly, 
she sucked him and stroked his balls. He probably 
thought she would pull off again but this time when 
every muscle in his belly, thighs and neck tightened, 
she kept sucking. Ripples and ripples of pleasure rolled 
through him all timed with each rope of cum that laced 
into the back of his lovely ten year old lover's throat. 
Deep in his thoughts he knew she was swallowing as 
quickly as he filled her mouth.

Clemet's body curled around Brenda's head and his hands 
still grasped it gently even though the sensitivity over 
the ridge of his cock was now at pain level. She held 
him in her mouth while he softened, only occasionally 
sucking to cause him to convulse up against her. In slow 
motion, his right hand went to the base of his cock and 
milked the last drops of cum out of his shaft up into 
this wonderful female child's mouth. His body lurched in 
pain as his cock radiated its tenderness through his 
body.

With his last ounces of strength, Clemet reached down 
and pulled Brenda up to lie on his chest so he could 
kiss her lips and taste his cum on her breath. Tears 
rolled down his cheeks and he did not care if she saw 
them. He was squeezing her too tight but she refused to 
complain. His love, contentment and happiness with her, 
were filling her and the entire room. She had never felt 
so complete, so safe and so wanted in her entire life.

Brenda rested on Clemet's chest until his breathing 
returned to normal and he put his hands under her arms 
and lifted her to slide up his body. She helped by 
crawling up until her shins pinned his upper arms and 
her pussy hovered over his face. He lifted his head once 
and licked at her then he waited for her to take the 
lead. She tried a couple of angles and spread her legs 
wider, until she could reach down and spread the lips of 
her pussy and lower it into his open mouth and 
inquisitive tongue. 

She leaned slightly forward to hold her weight on her 
hands and began to slowly hump and grind her hips so 
just the perfect motions filled her young body with 
pleasure. Pleasure she controlled. Pleasure she could 
slow or race wildly into. Pleasure that she knew her 
lover and friend would not steal from her by flipping 
her and driving into her to take his pleasure, not 
caring about her.

Clemet flattened and hardened his tongue. He moved his 
head to show her. Her hips knew instinctively how to 
role and hump into the wet, flat, smooth, rough and 
flicking surface. She held her breath every time she 
pushed her body forward to torture her clit over his 
lips, tongue and bump into his nose. After several 
maddening strokes, she could feel that he was swallowing 
the wetness that flowed from her after ever couple of 
thrusts from her body. Something was different. 

He did not have his finger in her tonight. She missed it 
stretching her and pressing inside her to fill her and 
pull her clit tighter into his sucking mouth. All 
thoughts began to fade when her first orgasm of the 
night began to build. She needed more stimulation. She 
ground her clit into his tongue. It retreated and his 
lips closed over her totally swollen, extended nub and 
sucked it.

Several times she had to pull away and come back to rub 
her pussy on his lips, only to begin again with his 
tongue and then his sucking. This time her eyes were 
open but all she could see was black with white and red 
flashes. This time she held still for moments while he 
nursed at her clit lightly. This time her womb exploded 
and her belly thrust with all its might into his face. 

She could not catch her breath and she could not quit 
cumming. On and on, ripple after ripple of pleasure 
raced through her strong young body. She felt her ass 
and thighs were wet. Her knees were in wetness on the 
floor. She wondered if Clemet was drowning but for now, 
she really couldn't care.

Again Brenda awoke in Clemet's strong, protecting, 
loving arms. He had dried her. She was on his chest; he 
had scooted to lay on the floor. He had covered her with 
a blanket from the couch. She did not move, just 
listened to his heart beat and felt his throbbing, hard 
cock dance between her open thighs. When she batted her 
eyelashes, he felt them against his skin and slightly 
lifted her head to look at her.

"Welcome back, Pretty One. I have never seen such beauty 
before. Your climaxes were wonderful to watch and the 
wetness that flowed from you was better than the world's 
most expensive desserts."

She was going to sit up and kiss him but when she slid 
back, his cock wedged tightly against her clit, stuck up 
between her legs and its head curled tightly between the 
cheeks of her ass.  She thrust tentatively. His shaft 
raked along her super sensitive clit and she groaned. He 
was deathly still but his cock lurched to show its 
appreciation for the move her body made. Exactly the 
move that his cock was made for. Almost the move that 
she knew would give him the most pleasure. 

She knew he was afraid to move or guide her. She knew he 
had to be almost mad wanting to be inside her. For him, 
she slid up his body until his cock slapped against his 
belly. For him, she slid back down gently. She move her 
hips around until his wide helmet parted her soaking, 
slippery pussy's lips and spread her just enough for her 
to know he was in the right place.

Clemet wasn't breathing. He wanted this more than life 
but he wanted Brenda to feel safe and not feel like he 
was just another man who would use her, hurt her, fuck 
her, not care about her and then trade her like she had 
not value.

Brenda pushed down. She had never had to stretch open so 
wide. Clemet groaned; he was beyond any level where he 
could speak. He was still deathly still. She understood 
why and pushed down again. She had his wide helmet 
inside her, maybe an inch past her opening. 

The stretching felt good. Knowing she had stolen 
Clemet's mind and was giving him great pleasure caused 
her to press again. His helmet pushed and throbbed at 
her g-spot. She gasped. This was even better than his 
fingers. She rocked molesting her sponge and heard him 
groan in agony trying not to cum too quickly.

Two, three more thrusts and Brenda had more than half of 
Clemet's cock inside her ten year old body. She looked 
down and saw how wide her pussy's lips were stretched 
and how her clit was standing totally exposed. She 
rolled her hips down as she pulled almost off his shaft. 
This raked her clit along his hardness. 

When she thrust again she rolled her hips up so the tip 
of his cock pressed and rubbed at her g-spot. In about 
five strokes she had the movement down perfectly. He 
grasped her hips, pleading for her to slow down so he 
could regain control.  Inside, she smiled and granted 
his wish, even though she wanted to race to see how high 
she could fly. 

Several times she thrust a few times, felt her orgasm 
build but backed off to keep her toy hard and throbbing 
in her belly. Her fingers snaked down. She was stretched 
wide and had all but an inch of him when his cock nudged 
at her cervix forcing her to pull back. He seemed to 
like that moment when her deep insides kissed the tiny 
lips on the tip of his helmet. She added another move to 
the two that raked her clit and pushed at her magic 
spot. 

She pushed tentatively and rotated her hips at the point 
where she could not take any more of him. The second 
time she did this new move his hips arched off the floor 
lifting her entire weight. The tendons in his neck stood 
out and his face was contorted in pure pleasure and in 
the pain of trying not to cum.

Just a few more strokes and all her analytical 
observations vanished because she could not keep her own 
eyes open. Her body took over. It needed to cum and cum 
hard. It needed to thrust, be stretched and feel her 
clit slide on Clemet's mighty cock.  Her fingers 
tightened into his nipples and she thrust, and thrust 
and thrust. 

She was screaming and trying to stay upright as his body 
arched and withered under her. His cock was lurching and 
jerking wildly inside her. She had cum at least three 
times when he flung his arms wide and arched from his 
heals to his shoulders. His words were simple, strained 
and final, "I cumming in you, Brenda."

For only seconds, in between her own climaxes, her eyes 
opened to see the great pleasure she had given freely to 
her first caring lover. His rigid arch put maximum 
pressure on her clit. Her eyes closed. All the breath 
and maybe life poured out of her to make room for the 
infinite pleasure. 

Her mind could see his cum making a puddle at the mouth 
of her womb. Her knees lifted off the floor again and 
the last inch of his cock drove into her. Maybe it hurt. 
Brenda didn't know. There were only ripples of pleasure, 
peacefulness and more pleasure. Then there was beauty, 
his cock jerking inside her and silence.

Several times during the night they woke up only to 
change positions and try to get closer and hold the 
other tighter. One time Brenda remembered feeling 
Clemet's heavy cock still imbedded deep inside her. 

She wanted to sleep this way every night for the rest of 
her life.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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