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Chapter Seven

   Allen came awake later that night, and it took him a few
moments to remember where he was and what had happened.  It took a
few moments more to realize that he was no longer alone on his side
of the bed.

   Laurie had gotten up to pee in the middle of the night, and had
returned to bed and considered the situation as she was lifting the
covers to return to the warm cave she had built in them.  She made
a quick decision and walked around the end of the bed, carefully
lying next to the man and pulling the sheet and blanket over her,
perched so close to the edge she nearly rolled off at first. Very
slowly she wormed her way into the hollow of his body and made
herself comfortable.  She was already back asleep when Allen woke
up to find himself in trouble again.

   He held his breath as he realized what the girl had done.  He
could feel her warm body next to his, and could count every place
they touched; a couple of places on his leg, her shoulder on his
chest and, more than anything, her naked bottom in his lap.  He
couldn't help concentrate on the feeling and he realized with a
start that his penis was coming erect, pressing into the girl.

   He lifted his head and gradually found control of his arms,
working them between the girl and his chest to lift him up and away
from the sleeping girl, trying to find safety in the middle of the
bed, far from her body, without waking her up.  More than anything
he was afraid to confront the girl again, and desperately wished
she would stay asleep.  He held his breath as she stirred and spoke.

   "Don't leave me, keep me warm."  He could hear her moving
towards him through the sheets, and before he could protest, he
felt her arm around his neck, her nipples against his chest and her
thighs against his erection.  As if in a dream he noted her arm
moving down from his neck along his side, over his hip, brushing
over his shorts, homing in and finding his cock, squeezing it
through the thin cloth.

   "Want me to take care of that?"

   Oh Jesus, oh fucking mother of Christ, Allen thought.  The girl
was moving her hand over the shorts up and down his erection.  He
gasped out a breath, not realizing that he had been holding it for
some time.

   "Look, I . . ."

   "It's OK, I know what to do," she said.

    He was stammering, trying to find words, "Stop, look, this . .
. "

   "Ssshhh, just lay down and relax," as she pushed him over on
his back.

    Her fingers had slipped inside the shorts to free his cock
through the fly, and Allen ceased to speak as her little hand
circled his organ and began to pump.  He had about twenty seconds,
some clinical part of his mind noted, and then we're both going to
get wet.

   "Hey, we have to . . ."

   "I'll handle that too," she said, reading his mind.  He felt
her hair moving over his chest as she lifted herself off the bed
and pushed down the covers, and could see her naked body next to
his as she bent over his lap.  She resumed her pumping and waited.

   Allen's mind stopped protesting and accepted that he was about
to cum with a little girl handling his penis.  The situation had
not only gone too far to stop, he had lost the will to wish it
would.  What the hell, he heard his voice telling himself.  His
hand moved over the girl's back and down, cupping her warm bottom
as she crouched over him.

   His release was on him before he could even absorb the feeling
of the naked girl in his hand, and before he could warn her, the
girl's head swooped down and his stomach was draped with her hair
as her mouth engulfed his erection and he shot into her, spurt
after spurt, thrusting his hips up to meet her lips and thrashing
his head in the sheets.

   When it was over he felt her mouth leave his penis with a
sucking sound, and she was back in his arms, tucking herself
against his side, reaching back to replace his hand on her bottom,
and then grasping his spent organ again, lightly squeezing and
stroking it.  He could feel her breath against his chest and her
hair on his arm.  Allen lay back as if shot.

   "Do you need a drink of water?" he asked.  He was amazed to
hear his voice, surprised to be able to speak, unaware of where the
thought came from.

   "Just had a drink, thanks.  You sure had a lot in you.  It
doesn't taste bad you know."

   Allen couldn't think of anything to say in reply.

   "Rub my bottom and back, feels good," she said.

   His hand was like a stone on the girl's bottom, and he couldn't
really feel any sensation at all for a time.  He was focused on his
penis, which was still hard in her hand, and not growing any
softer.  She was moving down around his balls and back up the shaft
idly, stopping to squeeze it every few strokes.  She would reach
the head of the cock and run her open palm over it, then enclose
the head in her fingers and stroke back down the shaft again.  He
realized that the overwhelming concern in his mind at the moment
was that she might stop.

   After a time he concentrated on the feeling of her warm bottom
cheeks and smooth back as he stroked them.  He wasn't in a very
good position, with the girl tucked into the crook of his arm, but
he didn't wish to move and disturb what the girl was doing to him.
He allowed his hand to reach between her bottom cheeks and the girl
responded by lifting her leg over his.

   He ran his hand down the girl's bottom to her thigh, and then
back again, letting his fingers reach between her legs, brushing
her vaginal lips on his way back to her bottom.  After doing so
again, he stopped, his fingers dipping between her legs to feel the
curve of her lips as they disappeared underneath her.  He was
immersed in the feelings of the moment, his resolve shattered.

   The girl stirred and raised her head, "I don't mind if you want
to touch me, but not tonight, OK?"

   "Sorry."

   "You can have me in the morning, I'm sleepy, rub my back?"

   Laurie relinquished her hold on his cock and rolled over on her
side, her back to him.  He regretted losing the sensation, but felt
a certain sense of relief in being able to move.  He lay on his
side and felt his erection poking the girl as he began to rub her
back.  She didn't move away from the contact, so he pressed his
cock against her side as he stroked her.

   He pulled a pillow under his head as he regarded her form
beside him, the light being sufficient to see her blonde hair
spread over her shoulders, the smooth white flesh of her back and
the sudden swell of her bottom.  He gently massaged her back
muscles, working up to the shoulders, brushing the hair away so he
could knead the flesh there.  He felt the girl stretch and settle
into the bed as he worked.  After a while he heard her breathing
become deep and even, and he realized she was asleep.  He allowed
himself the pleasure of one more feel of her bottom before lifting
the sheet and blanket over them.

   It was several hours until morning, but he was still tense and
active.  His mind wanted to go over about a thousand things all at
once.  There was the legal situation to consider.  He had just
committed a serious felony.  If this girl spoke of the incident to
anyone, everything he owned, all his comforts and possessions would
vanish.

   Then there was the experience itself.  In his entire life he
had never done anything remotely as exciting.  Not only did she
touch him and allow herself to be touched in turn, he had cum in
her mouth and she had sucked out every drop without complaint, or
even much notice.  He never believed anything like this was
remotely possible in his wildest fantasies.  Finally there were the
girl's words, which may as well been written in fire for the impact
they had; "you can have me in the morning."  His cock was throbbing
at their promise.

   Somehow the afterglow of his orgasm broke through the careening
thoughts and once again sleep crept out of the corner and covered
him up, as he lay with the girl in the night.

   Chapter Eight

   Allen woke with a start, the girl still curled up by his side.
It was about seven in the morning, and he had slept longer than
usual.  The day was getting started on the river, and he heard the
whine of a boat passing by.  The girl stayed asleep as he crept out
of bed and threw on a robe, walking out to the kitchen.  He sat at
the table and thought for awhile.

   She would need some breakfast, he realized, and there was
little in the house to eat.  He had planned on grocery shopping
later that day, but now he had other problems to deal with.  He
decided to drive out to the highway to a convenience store and pick
up a few things, so he crept back into the bedroom and dressed,
leaving a note for the girl that he would be back in a few minutes.
She was still sleeping soundly when he left.

   The sky was blue and the sun was bright as he hit the road, the
water from last night's storm steaming up from the surrounding
hills.  He soon arrived at the store and bought some sticky buns
and orange juice and was headed back before he had time to think
what to do.  Before he reached his drive, he pulled over and turned
off the car.

   First, feed the girl, he thought.  Second, find out her clothes
size and buy her enough things to get her through the day, at
least.  He realized that meant driving into Spokane again, and
leaving the girl alone for several hours, as he didn't want to risk
buying a complete set of girl's clothes in one of the small towns
in the area.  It probably wasn't risky, but he didn't want to take
the chance.  After she was dressed . . . then what?

   He thought of the various alternatives.  The police were out.
He had gone too far with the girl, and her threat now had some
substance.  He berated himself for being an idiot and giving into
her in the city last night.  Of course if I hadn't, he thought . .
. you wouldn't have been jerked off by the naked girl, he answered
himself.  And no matter what he planned, there was one overriding
thought dominating his mind; "you can have me in the morning," the
girl had said.

  The best he could figure in the end was to give her a lot of
money and put her up in a motel while he found an apartment for
her, something of that sort.  He really didn't have any firm plan
in his mind as he finished the drive and walked back into his
house, carrying the bag from the store.

  The girl was still sleeping, and he sat on the bed and watched
her for a time.  She was so beautiful, he thought again to himself.
He jumped in his skin as she stirred and opened her eyes.

   "Hi," she said, yawning.

   "I have some breakfast for you."

   "Hmmm, that's nice, thank you.  Let me go to the bathroom first."

   Before he could turn away, Laurie pulled off the covers,
revealing her naked body again, and casually sat on the edge of the
bed, leaning down to pick up the shirt.  Allen stood up and looked
away, embarrassed.

    He heard her bathroom door close and walked back to the
kitchen to heat up the rolls, his mind blank.  He was just pulling
the plate out of the microwave when she came in and sat down.

   "I could only get these cinnamon rolls and some orange juice,
sorry."

   "They look yummy, thanks."

   "You'll have to write down your clothes sizes for me, all I
could get off your clothes was your shoe size."

   "Hmmm," she replied, her mouth full of roll.  He took it as a
yes.

   They didn't speak as they ate, and after the girl finished she
picked up the plates and rinsed them in the sink, drying her hands
on a towel.  She walked over and took him by the hand.

   "Come on."

   "Where?" he asked.

   "Back to bed.  I promised."

   Chapter Nine

   Allen allowed himself to be led by the girl back to the
bedroom, making feeble protests in his mind that went nowhere.
There was no way he had the will to turn down this invitation.
Laurie pulled the shirt over her head and climbed onto the bed,
waiting for him to follow, lying naked on top of the covers.

   He stared at the girl while he quickly undressed.  She was
lying on her back, her hands folded on her stomach, smiling at him,
as if she was enjoying watching him strip.  When he was done he lay
down on the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling, unwilling to
make the next move. Laurie made it for him, rolling over on her
side and grasping his penis, squeezing and pulling on it.  Allen
thought she was going to give him a hand job again, which was fine
with him, but apparently she had something else in mind.

   "Do you have some hand cream?" she asked.

   "That's OK, it feels alright."

   "Good," she laughed, "but it's for me."

   "For you?"

   "To make it go in easier."

   The girl was suggesting he enter her?  She was too small, Allen
thought, maybe a virgin.

   "No, I couldn't, you don't need to do that, you're too young,"
he said.

   "Do you have some lotion or not?" she persisted.

   "In the top drawer."  In fact he had both hand lotion and
lubricant, as one of his favorite games with the escorts was to
come between their breasts.  He didn't like condoms, so he left
their privates alone, satisfying himself in other ways.  She
selected the lotion from the drawer, and he gasped as the girl
spread the cold liquid on his cock.

   She moved her hand over it quicker now, jacking it up and down
until it was stiff and throbbing.  She was straddling him and
guiding his penis between her legs before he could think, and he
lifted his head to watch as she slowly impaled herself on him,
coming to rest with her pussy lips in his pubic hair, leaning
forward on her arms and knees.  She adjusted her position and began
to rock herself back and forth.

   Allen could feel his cock stretching the girl as she moved.  It
was good as he ever imagined, the tight little pussy gripping his
cock hard in its warm sheath.  He reached for her bottom and
grabbed her cheeks, helping her keep the strokes even.  He looked
up at her and saw she was smiling, biting her lip in concentration
as she moved.

   The sight of the tiny girl on top of him was making him crazy
with lust, and he felt his cock already swelling, getting ready to
cum.  If I'm going to do this, I want it to last, he thought, so he
shut his eyes and concentrated on his hands, enjoying the feeling
of her, stroking her bottom and back.  He could feel his cock relax
a bit, and thrust himself lightly back to meet her motions, keeping
himself on edge but forcing her to work slowly and evenly, pulling
every bit of sensation from the moment.

   After a few minutes he opened his eyes to look again, thrilling
to the sight of his organ working in and out between her bare pussy
lips, moving his eyes up to her little nipples and then to her
face, lost in falling waves of her hair.  He brushed the hair
aside, and saw she was straining a bit, breathing harder.  I'll do
the work, he thought, and lifted her off by her waist, rolling her
over on the bed onto her stomach.

   He grabbed a pillow and pulled her hips up, placing the pillow
underneath.  Her ass was now elevated off the bed, and her pussy
lips were sticking out from behind.  He put some more lotion on his
cock and moved behind her, cock in hand.

   "I'll take it easy," he assured her.

   "I'm fine, you can rub my back if you like."

   He ran the tip of his cock over her ass and pussy, and the girl
shivered as it bumped over her anus.  He parted her lips and
started to sink inside, feeling her flesh expand as the head pushed
its way in.  He rested on his knees and rocked himself in and out,
rubbing his hands over her bottom and onto her back.  He turned off
his mind and allowed himself to get lost in the sensations, trying
to forget he was fucking an eight year-old girl.

   He was keeping himself right on the edge of cumming and it was
delicious.  The girl was reacting as well, her bottom pushing back
into him.  Her head was resting on its side, and she he could see
her mouth open, panting softly as he rubbed her back and shoulders.

   He could feel himself slipping over the edge as his cock
swelled inside her, and pulled his hands down to squeeze her
bottom, pulling her towards him, thrusting faster into the tight
girl. He tried to open his mind to the experience as he came, fully
aware of the incredible position he was in.  He felt his cock spurt
a little, and held himself deep inside her, pushing the tip back
and forth a little as the first rush of cum shot into to her,
grunting and moaning and gripping the girl's bottom as he emptied
himself.  Just at the end he noticed her body tense up and felt his
cock being gripped by a spasm of her own.

   When it was over he remained inside her, enjoying the feeling
of his cock bathed in his own cum, deep in the girl.  He stroked
her back and bottom gently, rubbing away the marks from his fingers
where he had grabbed her cheeks.  Laurie was breathing deeply, her
hair covering her face.  He reached up to brush it aside, and saw
she was smiling with her eyes closed, a contented look on her face.

   "Are you OK? he asked.

   "Hmmmm."

   "Sorry I squeezed you so hard," he said, rubbing her bottom.

   "I didn't mind, it felt good."

   "I should get going, it's getting late."

   "Don't leave me yet, rub my back some more, you feel good
inside me."

   "It didn't hurt?"

   "No, I'm fine."

   He paused before asking her the question on his mind.  "How is
that you weren't a virgin, you're so young?"

   Laurie told him about her mother, her life as a heroin addict's
daughter and her experiences with men.  He felt sorry for the poor
girl, and ashamed for how he had treated her, no longer excited to
be inside her.  He was going limp as he pulled out, grabbing some
tissues from a drawer and patting them into her behind.  He sat on
the edge of the bed and stared at the floor, feeling rotten about
himself.

   The girl pushed herself up and rubbed the tissues between her
legs, depositing them in a wastebasket next to the bed.  She sat
next to him and put her hand on his thigh.

   "Don't feel sorry," she said, reading his mind.  "You didn't
hurt me, I'm fine.  I didn't mind really, I liked it."

   "I'm sorry, it wasn't right.  You're too young."

   "I'm old enough to know what I like.  I loved it when you
rubbed my back while you were inside."

   "You sure you're OK?"

   "Positive.  I'm going to take a shower, then I'll write down my
clothes sizes for you."

   He watched her walk to the bathroom, carrying his shirt, quite
unconcerned that her naked bottom was on display for him.  She
turned around at the doorway and looked back.

   "Allen?"

   "Yes?"

   "Thanks for helping me.  You're a nice man."  She smiled at him
and closed the bathroom door, leaving him still sitting on the bed.

   "I'm a jerk," he said out loud to himself.  As he showered and
shaved he thought about the night with the girl, feeling a little
better about himself as he realized how the girl had seduced him.
She's after something, he thought, probably money.  That wasn't a
concern with him, he didn't care how much she wanted.  He was
anxious to get this over with now, to buy her the clothes, get home
and figure out what to do with her.  He smirked at himself in the
mirror as he rinsed his face.  Or what she's going to do with me,
he thought.

   Laurie was dressed in his shirt again when he came out,
standing in the front doorway, looking through the screen door at
the river and yard outside.

   "It's beautiful, can I walk around while you're gone?" she asked.

   "Sure, there's no one living near enough to see into the
property.  Just watch for boats coming in close to shore. "

   "I'll be careful."

   She followed him to the back and watched him get into the car
and drive away, waving at him from the doorway.  It was going to be
a long day, he thought.

Chapter Ten

   Laurie got to work as soon as the Lexus disappeared down the
drive.  She briefly considered stealing what she could from the
house and getting out of there, but she had no clothes at all, and
besides, there were bigger fish to fry here.  She sipped orange
juice and walked down the main hall, taking in the lush
appointments and the fine wood panelling of the large house.  She
didn't have to know real estate to realize that several hundred
feet of prime river frontage was worth a fortune.  She could see a
large cabin cruiser resting in a boat slip through the front
window, and paused to admire the view, the sun sparkling on the
water of the broad river through the trees, the blue sky above.
This was living large, she thought, remembering the phrase from
somewhere.  Beats sleeping in a dumpster, she thought.

   She sat in a huge soft couch in the living room and considered
the situation.  She had guessed right about Allen, and seducing him
last night had been easy.  Laurie didn't care about being used for
sex, it had happened before in much less comfortable circumstances,
usually in the smelly bed of her mother's latest low-rent apartment
with some scumbag who paid money for the privilege.  She didn't
dislike Allen anyway, he was very gentle and loving and had treated
her well this morning.  She even enjoyed the experience, which was
a first.  The question was what could be gained.

   Laurie had really lucked into something here, and was
determined to exploit the man for whatever she could.  He was rich,
that was clear.  And he was frightened of what she could do to him.
Probably nothing, she thought, before last night.  Her threat to
lie about being abused in his car wouldn't have stood up.  If he
had dumped her at the police station she would be in the hands of
some child protection agency this morning, instead of the lap of
luxury.

   But now that he had given in and allowed her to stay with him,
much less sleep naked with her and then sex, well, a story like
that could be backed up.  There would be evidence.  She could
describe his body for example, the scar on his stomach, even the
shape and size of his penis.  She knew what the word "forensics"
meant.  A swab of her vagina would be deadly to the man right about
now.

   Then there was the roach she found in the living room ashtray.
One sniff confirmed that the man wasn't into rolling his own, it
was pot for sure.  She knew the difference between drugs like
heroin and marijuana, and had even smoked some herself a few times.
But she guessed that in Idaho it was a serious offense, especially
combined with having sex with a minor.  She felt confident, in
control.

   Time to get busy, she thought, and started to explore the
house.  She struck gold in a large study off the living room, a
lovely room looking out to the river with a library of books and
magazines, and a computer station with shelves of papers and
documents.  She scanned the books on the shelves out of curiosity,
being a voracious reader herself.  Some of these she had read, but
what really caught her interest was an oversized book tucked into a
shelf of large books with it's spine turned in, calling attention
to itself by being hidden in this amateurish way.

   She pulled it out and smiled when she opened the book to reveal
art photographs of naked young girls by someone named David
Hamilton.  Apparently the book was legal, the sticker on the cover
said "Barnes and Noble", but it confirmed everything she had
suspected about Allen. She saluted herself with a smug
congratulatory smile; gotcha, she thought.  The book had fallen
open to the page most often looked at, she suspected, a picture of
a girl about her age, lying back in bed with her legs spread wide,
a strip of diaphanous cloth just hiding the lips of her vagina,
with the upper white mound of bare white skin fully visible.  It
was practically pornographic.

   Replacing the book, she turned to the desk and computer station
and started rifling through papers.  It didn't take long until she
was able to assemble an idea of what the man was all about. Oh, he
was rich all right.  Just in the two brokerage account statements
she scanned there was over ten million, and it appeared that there
were many other investments of various types she didn't understand,
but didn't need to; they meant money and lots of it.  Then there
was the house in Hawaii on the island of Kauai, a picture of which
was mounted on the wall, an aerial shot showing the estate on a
long white beach.

   From a photo album she learned a great deal about Allen's
personal life, both from what the album contained and what it
lacked.  There were the usual wedding photos and the pictures of
him and the handsome woman, Julia had been her name, on vacation in
various places.  The funeral notices and visitor book tucked into
the back of the album told her that he had been single now for just
less than ten years, and apparently had been alone during that
time.  There were no pictures of him with any other women or even
with friends.  Either he was a natural loner or the experience of
losing his wife had made him one.  No children, no obvious relatives.

   As Laurie read more and learned about the man, an idea began to
form in her head.  At first she dismissed it as being crazy, but
the more she considered it, the more it made sense.  This might not
be just a one-shot deal, a way to score some money and get back on
the road in better style.  She envied Allen for what he had.  This
house, the river and the place in Kauai, they were lovely, and she
wished she could live here, even with the man pawing her nightly.
She put the things back where she found them and walked into the
kitchen to refresh her juice, deep in thought.

   She looked for something to eat in the fridge, but there was
nothing but milk, pop, juice and several bottles of condiments,
catsup and mustard and such.  The freezer was full of packages,
boxes of shrimp and steak she could see from the labels, and
various other meats, but nothing she could eat now.  She scrounged
the cupboards and found some crackers that were old and stale.

   After looking around the house, she walked outside to take in
the sights of the river and yard. She tried to find something else
to wear, but it was hopeless.  None of the man's pants or shorts
would even begin to stay on her hips, and in the end she settled
for the shirt she was wearing. If anyone saw her they would assume
a bathing suit was underneath, she thought.

   As she sauntered down the path to the river she considered the
man himself.  Allen was about fifty, not too tall and in good
shape, a little soft in the tummy.  He was handsome enough for a
man his age, with a full head of light sandy hair bleached by the
sun, with little or no gray. He was gentle and kind, and clearly
liked her, or least lusted after her body.  She sat on the beach
watching clouds gliding overhead and listening to the buzzing
sounds of insects and the twittering of birds as the river and land
warmed to the early summer sun.  She let her thoughts go on hold
for awhile as she bathed in the yellow light.

   The sound of a boat motor broke her reverie and she watched as
a couple of men in a small craft with fishing poles cruised by, and
she waved to them as they looked her way.  They waved back,
friendly, unconcerned, and passed on.

   There would be the sex to consider, Laurie thought, her mind
returning to the problem at hand. His penis wasn't large and hadn't
hurt her this morning, that was a plus.  A couple of the men her
mother had sold her body to had cocks that were too big for
comfort, and she had been sore for days afterwards.  His penis was
clean, she had noted, like the man and his possessions.  Neat and
tidy, easily managed.  Sucking his cock and allowing him to
penetrate her would not be a real chore.  She might even grow to
like it.  Being fucked from the rear this morning had been pleasant
enough, especially as he massaged her back and shoulders.  She
remembered the warm feeling as his hands moved on her, and the
little explosion in her body just as he filled her with his cum.

   She got up from the beach and walked back up the yard on a path
which wandered into the woods to follow a small stream as it met
the river.  Laurie was almost ignorant of the beauty around her as
she walked, deep in thought, considering a plan.  It just might work.

   To be continued...
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