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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Paying what was due" (Mg/G, cons, rom, sickness/death) Complete Story
Date: Wed,  9 Jul 2003 20:10:05 -0400
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Paying what was due

{ASSM} (Mg/G, cons, rom, sickness/death)

By Simple Man (C)2003



     Sam Ellison did not like this at all.  In fact, Sam was nearly boiling
inside and with his volcanic temper, heads would roll for sure.  The dent in
his brand new GMC Sierra was bad enough, but some idiot woman had written
"Sorry!" in the dent with lipstick.  He was seeing red alright and it wasn't
from the lipstick.

     As Sam climbed into his now damaged truck, he sat there still fuming
until he noticed a folded piece of paper under the wiper blade.  He climbed
out of the truck and took the note.  Opening it, it read:

     "I am truly sorry about the dent in your new truck, and I shall be only
too happy to pay for the repairs.  Mary Jane Pitman, 74 Shadowbrook Lane,
Topeka Kansas."

     Well, Sam thought, at least now he could get his pound of flesh at the
very least.  He really did not need for the sorry woman to pay for repairs;
he was retired and had money to burn.  Still it was thought of it that
bothered him most.  The truck was only one day old and his first full sized
pickup.  It was Saturday and he decided he would take the truck in on Monday
when the body shop would be open.  Still morning, Sam thought, what the
hell, might as well go for a little drive.

     At least sitting in his truck he could not see the dent and the bright
shiny finish of the hood was flawless.  He pulled out his roadmap of Topeka
and plotted his course.  As he began to drive the some 40 miles to his
destination, he started wondering what the woman looked like.  Maybe she was
an old grandmother, or maybe a rich heiress, then again maybe she was some
snot nosed teenager that had little sense and way too much time on her
hands.  The fact was he couldn't possibly know anything.

     Sam slipped a County Western CD into the built-in player and relaxed as
John Michael Montgomery sang to him.  As he neared Topeka, he headed south
to skirt around the city and began looking for Shadowbrook Lane.  He thought
he had missed it but there was just an old trailer park where the road
should have been.  Stopping, he got out of his truck and looked around.
Nailed to a tree was the wooden sign, hand painted "Shadowbrook Lane Pop.
 21".  His shiny new truck looked out of place in this run down trailer
setting.  He walked up the dirt path until her came to a small trailed that
had 74 painted on its door.

     Sam knocked on the door and a little girl opened it with a bright smile
and a very dirty cream colored dress that was way too small for her because
her equally dirty panties hid nothing of the child's charms that would one
day drive men wild.  She looked like she was six or seven years old and her
pretty face was going to take her places, he was sure of that.

     "I'm looking for Mary Jane Pitman."

     "Oh, that's my mommy, wait, I'll get her."

     What happened next broke my heart as the child pushed her mother to the
door in a wheelchair; the woman's head completely bald, and her body frail
and useless.  Her glance over to my truck told her who I was and why I was
here.

     "Won't you please come in, Tanya please get my purse."

     The little girl pulled the wheelchair away from the door and I stepped
into the tiny home she had made for herself and her daughter.  The place was
reasonably clean and a bright bouquet of yellow flowers stood proud in a
mason jar filled with water.

     "Will ten dollars do it?  I'm afraid that's all I have right now."

     As I sat down at her little table, I noticed at least twenty bottles of
medications and a pile of medical bills, and guessed they were all unpaid.

     "I don't know what to say, except that I cannot accept money from you."

     "Then why on Earth did you drive all the way over here to Topeka?  It
cannot be because of the raving beauty I am."

     There was no more fight left in me, no anger, no nothing except a
profound sense of sorrow for this dying woman and the orphan daughter she
would leave behind.  I quickly tallied up the bills on the table and they
totaled just fewer than five thousand, but it was the letter from her
insurance company denying all claims that must have hurt her most.  I pulled
out my checkbook and began to write.

     "What do you think you are doing?  I don't want charity!"

     "This is not charity; this is just paying some bills long overdue.  Now
listen carefully to me because I'm only going to say this once, Tanya you
come listen too.  I'm taking the both of you home with me so that I can see
to your needs before the end, and I will not take no for an answer.  Now
Tanya, go gather your mother's things and yours as well and let's be quick
about it."

     No man had ever talked to me like that before; no man ever cared for me
and my daughter like this.  I didn't even know his name and now he was
going, no demanding that he cares for us.  My cancer would kill me soon
enough, that was true enough, but I had to provide for Tanya, and this man
was a Heaven sent Angel.  He was like the father I never had and I knew he
would be there always for Tanya.  With superhuman strength he lifted me into
the seat of his truck and Tanya crawled into the back seat.  He loaded my
wheelchair and all we owned into the back of his truck.  We were going home,
me to die, my daughter to live.

     Tanya looked sparkling in her new dress, all cleaned up and pretty.  I
was happy for her, for once she had someone who could take care of her and
the look in that someone's eyes told me he loved her with all his heart.  As
for me the end was near.  Sam had taken me everywhere to all the best
hospitals, but I was too far advanced they all said.  I was not in pain, the
very expensive medications did their job but I slept most of the time now
and this wonderful man was always there when I woke holding my hand.

     It was time to put my affairs in order while I could still think.  The
next dose of medication would be my last and it was already time to go.  Sam
knelt in front of me weeping like a child and wringing his hands in anguish.
I actually think he loved me too and that meant a lot to me.  I tried to
dream of dancing with him, his arms around me, holding me tight as we moved
around the dance floor.  And of more intimate moments as well, but I would
die with my womanly needs intact and unsatisfied.

     "You must promise me this that you will take care of Tanya as you have
done these many months and keep her with you.  Teach her, help her grow and
bring about the life she has a right to."

     "I promise."

     The funeral was bittersweet and the sense of loss was almost
overwhelming for me, let alone the child left behind, but Tanya took it
better than me and it was her consoling me instead of the other way around.
I guess she had lived with her mothers illness much longer than I had, but
the feeling of loss was as real as it gets.  I was blubbering and tears were
running down my cheeks and onto my suit when Tanya kissed me square on my
lips.

     Could it be that I was so overwrought that I was dreaming it; the
little girl's lips were soft and warm and was there just a hint of passion?
No this was just grief and two people lost in it.  But that was not all, she
climbed into my lap and put her arms around my neck and did it again, that
passion flowing between us, a change of tongues.  She had made me even
forget my name, in truth I never wanted it to end, but we were in public and
no one had noticed.  She sucked on my earlobes and kissed my neck.  Tanya
was reacting to something and I desperately didn't want her to stop.

Alone, just the two of us in my truck, Tanya handed me a note.

     "If you are reading this then I have gone to my final reward and you
need to know that you made it wonderful for me.  I have spent many months
teaching Tanya about a man's needs and how to please him.  She loves you
more than you are aware of, as I love you, she will be my body for we, my
daughter and I, are now one with each other.  And its time now to repay what
we owe you.  Don't be afraid, I think you will find Tanya very loving."

     I sat there in complete shock, reading the note over and over again.
Tanya pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties.  She kissed them and
handed them to me.  Raising her underwear to my nose I breathed in the sweet
fragrance of her little girl body while she placed my free hand on her
hairless pussy, letting me know she was willing to love me in every way.

I drove us home, not quite sure what had just happened, but if there was
going to be more I was not going to back away from it.  I had not been with
a girl in thirty years, and Tanya was much too soft to resist.  It never
occurred to me that she was just a little girl, or the fact that what we
were doing was downright illegal, not after feeling her warm tiny sex like
that.  I guess I needed her more than she needed me.

     I took of my suit jacket and looked around her room.  The empty
wheelchair was there as were the stands with glucose drips and the room
smelled of medicine.  Somewhere in this room her soul existed, I could feel
it reaching out for me, and then fleeting away until nothing.  Dragging my
suit coat, I entered my bedroom.  Tanya was naked on my bed and it was clear
what she was there for.

As the morning came and I woke, the woman I had made love to last night was
but a mere child now and she slept like a baby, all curled up, our juices on
her satin thighs.

     We had not had intercourse, just an active oral session that left the
both of us relaxed in the end, but the thought was growing in my mind that I
wanted to.  I would not force her nor would I ever hurt her intentionally.
I did not know if she would even think about this, but I was certainly not
going to broach the subject with her.  If it happened it would have to be
because it was something we both needed.   I dressed and went out for a walk
in an effort to clear my mind of her beautiful little body.  The day was
warm and sunny and I felt better about her mother's death, especially about
the note that seemed to give me her daughter for my own desires.  My
thinking was one sided, however, as I could never think for Tanya.  I sat
down on a park bench and remembered her heated kisses and our desperate
needs last night.

She was completely hairless and that alone excited my loins, although I didn
't know why.  The mere fact that her whole body was tiny and little baby
girl like drove my lust like nothing ever had before.  I simply could not
understand my sexual desire for her, while I found no interest in older
girls with shapely bodies and ample breasts.  Her flat chest and the absence
of breasts made her more beautiful in my eyes than any of those older girls.
I wasn't always this way, I was younger once and when I looked at the
summertime shorts of a pretty teen with shapely legs and sporting a firm
young rack I was excited, but now they all looked so old and worn out, they
held no interest for me anymore.  Tanya had taken my soul, my heart, my mind
and everything there was of me.  My love for her was so complete I felt
almost like a kid again filled with awe and wonder at the pretty little girl
that so boldly kissed me.  Rising from the bench, sweating from the heated
thoughts in my mind, I headed home.

     A carload of young girls hooted and hollered as they drove by me, but I
did not stop to look as they held no interest for me, and at that moment I
knew that somehow I had to explain to Tanya how I felt about her and only
hoped she would understand.  Entering through the back door into the
kitchen, I put a pot of coffee on the stove, sat down and opened the morning
paper.  My eyes glanced at the words, but my mind was not seeing anything,
as all I could think about was Tanya and her little girl body that thrilled
me so.  There seemed to be a lot of industry going on and the bustle of
little feet in the hallway, I let it continue; after all she was a little
girl and needed playtime too.  The coffee was good.  I always have enjoyed
that first cup in the morning and it hadn't stunted my growth one bit as my
mother told me it would.  I drained my first cup and poured another when my
curiosity got the best of me and I went looking for the activity that seemed
to be flourishing here.

     Tanya stood at my dresser carefully folding her clothes and placing
them in the drawer with precision unlike any child I had ever known.  There
was no hurry in her movements, she was deliberate.  I watched her naked body
move as she worked, it was beautiful, her muscles flexed and her thighs came
alive with a shape that gave me an instant erection as she reached to place
the last of her clothes into the upper drawers.  Pushing the drawer closed,
she turned and saw me standing there, and her face was alive with smiles and
a love for me that made me feel weak in the knees.

     "Enjoy your morning walk?  Sorry I'm not dressed yet, just give me a
minute."

     Watching her dress was like reading poetry, her panties sliding up her
soft legs and nestling into place on a body that was built to love; her
final wiggle brought her slit into view as she pulled them up tight.  She
was not trying to be sexy, she was just getting dressed in front of me, but
the effect was the same, she turned me on.  Next came her dress, she hauled
it on over her head and I watched it fall down her lithe body, cascading as
it fell over the softest nipples I had ever kissed.  I moved over to sit on
the edge of the bed; her foot came up and rested in my lap for me to pull on
her sock, tiny toes that I had sucked on last night, and then the other leg.
Her legs were soft and held a shape that I loved, curved in just the right
way, yet small and almost baby like.  Finally she stood there looking all so
pretty, the kiss almost undid all that effort, as her tongue explored my
mouth and mine explored hers.  She let me feel her up; enjoying the touch of
the man she loved.

     Arm in arm we walked to the kitchen and made breakfast.  She made me
sit down, saying this was her job.  Before long she really did have command
of the kitchen and the smell of cooking sausage filled the air as she
scrambled five eggs in a bowl with a fork and placed four slices of potato
bread in the toaster.  She placed a knife and a fork on the table, then a
napkin and the tub of butter and raspberry jam.  I watched with hunger as
she scooped the eggs and sausage onto a platter and set it down in front of
me, then crawled into my lap.  She picked up the fork and began feeding me,
taking an occasional bite herself.  There was nothing sexy about it and yet
it was the sexist thing yet.  She was perfectly serious and had more love in
her heart than any woman I had ever known.  She did not use the napkin;
instead she licked me clean between mouthfuls of food.  She was giving me
what no woman ever could, complete love and devotion with no reservations,
no expectations, and just pure love.

She had not yet been ruined by society and all the rules of what was
supposed to be right and wrong, and I was thankful for that.  She followed
her heart, and in doing so there were no age barriers between a man and a
girl, no limits, no shame.  I dreaded the day she would finally grow up
because societies process destroyed the natural desire in people and made
them conform to what it wanted, and somewhere along the way, it decided
adult men could not even touch a child without suspicion of wrongdoing.  I
hated society and kept away from it, my mind eventually becoming free.  If
it was within my ability, I would keep Tanya away from society as well.  I
did not decide to love a little girl, but it happened and it did not matter
to me how old she was, all that mattered was the love we shared.

     The day was ahead of us and I wanted to do something special for her
and decided on the park I had visited earlier this morning.  She would enjoy
herself there and I could watch the boundless energy of a little girl play.
Before we left she went into the bathroom to wash up after breakfast while I
cleaned up the kitchen.  She was a child and cooking was fun but cleaning up
afterwards did not cross her mind.  Maybe she thought the kitchen fairy
cleaned everything up and I almost laughed, imagining myself as a little
fairy.  She would learn, in time that cleaning up after yourself could be
fun too, especially with someone else helping.

     Walking hand in hand, we traversed the five blocks to the city park.  I
always have loved this place with it's multiple hotdog stands and playground
where children of all ages enjoyed just being alive.  There were trails that
led into the trees for lovers to be alone together as they held each other
while walking its circuitous path and a small crystal blue lake where many a
lad had caught his first fish.  Tanya was spellbound at all this and had
never in her life seen anything quite like it before.  As she walked ahead
of me a gust of wind raised her dress and that little tart was wearing no
panties like she had been earlier.  She quickly pulled her dress down,
covering herself and turned to look at me with a sheepish smile.  I knelt
down in front of her, holding her to me.

     "Young lady, where exactly are your panties?"

     "In the bathroom at home!"

     "And just what are they doing there?"

     "Nothing, just lying on the floor!"

     "And just why are you not wearing them?"

     "I wanted you to be able to see me."

     My hand slipped up under her dress and rubbed her soft little pussy, it
was warm, moist and wonderful to the touch.  Her eyes stared into mine with
limpid pools of desire as her body reacted to being fondled.

     "Take me home!  We can come back here another day."

     Tanya skipped along as we walked, talking constantly about really
nothing at all.  She was just enjoying being a little girl.  When we arrived
back home she made it very clear that she wanted more loving.  Her eyes now
seem to be ablaze in the fires of lust and she pulled off her dress and
turned slowly around for my view of her perfect little body.  Pulling at my
clothes in an attempt to undress me, she finally relaxed and went about it
in an orderly way until she had what she wanted.  Her hands wrapped around
my cock, she looked up at me with bedroom eyes as I carried her to our bed.
I took off her shoes and socks and kissed her toes one by one, savoring the
taste of little girl flesh.

     Mommy had told me that a man has needs that only a girl can fill and no
matter how old I was would make no difference because I could fill those
needs as well, if not better than any woman could.  She described making
love in great detail so that I would understand the entire process of what
he would do and what I should do.  She tried to explain how he would feel
touching my little body and I found it difficult to understand why it was
considered wrong for him to want me that way.  But what I remember most was
her telling me to let him love me the way he wanted and to love him the way
he wanted.  Watching him suck on my toes, I wondered if he just wanted my
foot today or maybe both feet cause he sure seemed to like them.  I saw
nothing particularly sexy about my feet, but if he wanted to lick and suck
on them, I didn't mind and it made me feel good.



     He was moving up my legs now and his tongue was licking, his lips
kissing all over them, but when he got to my thighs he began sucking on
them, sending feelings through me that I had wanted ever since last night.
Once again my mommy's words filled my mind.



     "He will want all of you, not just a part of you, and you must not be
afraid.  Let go and enjoy him wanting every inch of your body, because that'
s exactly what he will want."



     Now his lips engulfed my entire mound between my legs and the feelings
were getting really strong.  Then he stopped and moved over me taking my
nipples into his mouth.  I had nothing to offer him, just my tiny sensitive
nipples which he was sucking on as if trying to nurse from me.  Well it wasn
't just my feet he wanted, but my nipples too.  And soon it was my fingers
added to his collection of body parts he wanted, and my butt soon followed
afterward.  Then he stopped and got off the bed only to come back a second
later with a tube of something.  Was he going to brush his teeth at a time
like this?  But this was not toothpaste, it was something else and he rubbed
my little pussy until it was all slick inside.

I watched in amazement as he placed his cock up against my pussy and pushed.
I could feel him going inside me, deeper and deeper.  I got up on my
forearms and watched as his cock disappeared into me.  I had never felt
anything like this before; I was filled, stuffed like a turkey at
Thanksgiving and it felt so good.  This was what mommy had called
intercourse or fucking and she had said I would like it, she was not wrong.
He began pulling out of me and I thought it was all over and wondered what
the big deal was with this, but then he pushed in again and I learned what
it was like to be fucked.  Soon he was pumping in and out of me and I was
having a hard time concentrating on what he was doing.  My little body rode
him well as the feelings became even stronger.  He slowed for a minute and
kissed me on the lips and then resumed my first fucking.  Something was
happening to me and I didn't know what it was.  I was feeling very odd as my
first orgasm began its journey.

     "Tell him when you like something, he will need to hear it as well as
feel it.  Tell him what he wants to hear."

     "Oh boy, daddy.  Fuck me, oh please, fuck me harder!"

     Hearing her utter these words took me over the edge and I thrust into
her pint sized body and unloaded everything I could give her.  She went
bananas and jerked all over the bed, heaving and moaning like some wild
beast in the throws of animal lust.  I was getting soft now and her pussy
was sucking on my cock in every attempt to keep me inside her.  I need to
rest and I knew that the weight of my body was too much for her to bear so I
pulled out of her frothy pussy and lay next to her while she enjoyed her
afterglow.

In my mind's eye I could see the smile on the bald headed young woman, now
restored to her full body and in perfect health, her words floating through
the heavens to reach my mind with a simple Thank You.  Then she was gone.
Tanya cuddled up next to me leaking my spendings from between her sensuous
legs onto my thigh.  We slept and dreamed the same dream.



The End



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