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Subject: {ASSM} "Special Attention" (Mg, cons, rom)
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 06:10:05 -0500
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Special Attention

{ASSM} (Mg, cons, rom)

By Simple Man





FOREWORD

     It was not so much that she was young, well really a child, nor was it
the fact that she was just about the most beautiful girl I had ever seen,
no, it was who she was that captivated my thoughts to the point of losing
all sanity and control.  I had been happily married, with a good farm and a
bright future, and now I was at the low point in my life.  I say this
because I have lived it and its happening again.

CHAPTER 1

     "Johnny, now you stay in the back yard and don't get dirty, we have
about two hours before its time to go to Church!"

     My mother said that with such conviction, taking the spirit of play
away from me.  How was I supposed to play and not get dirty?  I walked
around the back yard with nothing to do.  This was what my life was like.
Next door, or rather across the fence behind our house lived the Minister
and his five year old daughter, Jenny the pest.  She was a girl, and as such
not much good for anything, or so I thought then.  There she was now,
swinging in her swing, and I could see that she was not even fully dressed
as she had forgotten her underpants.  I don't know how that can happen; it's
the first thing I put on in the morning.

     In Church we sat and had to listen to stuff I didn't understand and
pretend to sing the songs when we had to stand up.  It was always this way
and the only thing that seemed to matter to me was the big cross with the
man on it, bleeding and I wondered why they didn't let him down.  I wondered
a lot of things back then.

Sunday's did have their reward though as my mother cooked the best food
then, and lots of it.  My dad would fill my plate and then say a prayer and
then we could eat.  Her roast beef was the best, but why she cooked it in
the oven in a paper bag was beyond my reasoning, was she just lazy and never
took it out of the bag from when she bought it?  Whatever the case it was
really good along with the mashed potatoes and fresh corn melted in butter.
It was the best part of Sunday.

     When I was excused from the table, I could go change my clothes and go
out and play until bath time, and by then it would be nearly dark outside.
My sandbox was my fortress and I would fight off all invaders with mighty
weapons of my own design.  It was fun and it made the time pass a little
quicker.

CHAPTER 2

     Jenny lay on her bed with her father's penis shoved so deep in her she
couldn't move.  He did this to her almost every night right after evening
prayers.  Jenny knew no other way of life; she was brought into this world
to be used for her father's pleasure.  Of course when I married her, I didn'
t know this.  The courtship was not very long, only about a month, and she
put out for me on the first date early.  I did her three times that night
and she said she wanted to marry me.  That scared me, but she put out for me
everyday after that until she got pregnant and we had to get married.

Married life did not agree with either of us and while I stayed home with
our baby girl, she went out and got herself screwed as much as she could
almost every night.  She could not understand that she was sick and that
this was wrong.  Telling me she had to go home to her daddy made no sense to
me, but I let her go.  She never came back.

     Susan grew and flourished under my care and by the time she was six we
had moved away from my hometown and into the countryside and a small farm.
I didn't know anything about farming, but how hard could it be, I thought.
Turns out, I had a lot to learn.  Being a farmer was hard work and getting
up early and working late into the night was no easy thing, plus I had a
daughter to care for.  Still, we made it work.  As I think back on it, Susan
was the wife I never really had and she cooked and took me as her lover,
from age ten and we never looked back.

     By age twelve, Susan was pregnant with our child, the cycle was
beginning again.  Susan was very happy about this and I guess it wore off on
me too.  It was incest, pure and simple, but we didn't care.  We were the
only two people around for twenty miles in any direction, and well we just
made do with what we had, each other.  They say that man does not live by
bread alone, and they were right about that, a man needs sexual relief from
time to time and if a daughter is all you have, then so be it.  But having
such a pretty thing as my lover was nice.

We had a baby girl and named her Sandra, but let me tell you, childbirth was
an experience in itself.  Fortunately Susan was so young she bounced right
back, and was no worse the wear for it.  I had chores to do, the livestock
needed to be fed and there was the south five acres that needed to be plowed
for planting.  Susan would not be able to help me as much anymore, at least
for awhile anyway, so I would have to do it alone.  I had butchered a pig
the night before and smoked the ham overnight.  I would have to cook for
three now, well two and a half anyway.  The hens layed brown eggs, the best
by my measure, and they were busy last night, had almost a dozen of the
fresher than fresh eggs.  Susan brought the baby down to the kitchen and I
cooked up breakfast for all of us.  Susan fed the baby fresh and still warm
cow's milk unskimmed, and the baby thrived on it.  She was still not
developed enough to breast feed our daughter.

Kissing Susan was like kissing an angel, she was small and so pretty, and
she loved being kissed by me.  She sent me out of the house with a slap on
my butt and I had lots to do today, life was good.

CHAPTER 3

     A lot has happened over the years, Susan died more than a year ago at
the ripe old age of seventeen, an infection that was left unchecked.  Sandra
was and would be my new lover at age five.  She was a willing worker and sat
on the tractor with me until she learned the ways of farming.  The much
needed rain was falling now and I lifted the plowshare and drove back to the
barn.  Sandy was cold and wet when we got there, and I layed her in the hay
pile and undressed her and myself to share my body heat.  I did not want her
to get sick.

As we lay there, I thought about Susan's hairless body when I first took
her, she was beautiful and so willing.  Now Sandy was naked and lying beside
me, I wanted to fill her as I did her mother, but she was too young.  The
rain continued and we certainly needed it, but it also meant the end of the
workday.  As I gazed upon my daughter I was compelled to kiss her right on
her tiny lips.  Sandy put her arms around my neck and kissed me like she had
done this all her life.

     The moment was electric and her kissing me back drove the fire in my
loins to new heights.  My mouth descended to her tiny nipples where I sucked
on each one of them, Sandy seemed to like this and wanted more.  What more
could I do?  Then without thought, I moved to between her spread legs and
began sucking on the smallest girl sex that I had ever seen.  It tasted
sweet and fresh. With her lying naked on the hay like that, the cows chewing
their cud, I could no longer resist, I took her in a bloody first time and
we then fell asleep.

Three AM in the morning we were both hungry and walked through the mud to
the house to make some breakfast.  The blood and my sperm oozed from her
hairless slit, and as I started cooking I knew she needed a bath, and real
soon.  I had taken my daughter while she was really young, and she  did not
seem to mind, she was a lot like her mother in that way and just accepted me
for what I was.  Before breakfast was over I took her again by her request.

     She was weak on her knees right now so I carried her to the bathtub to
get her cleaned up, we still had a lot to do today, and a farm does not
sleep.  The water turned pink when I placed her in it, and she offered no
resistance as I cleaned her up, in fact, she enjoyed it.  The sun was up now
and the fields were drying a little.  We still had two acres left to plow
and the planting of all the fields.  Sandy fed the cows and tended the
chickens, while I fed the pigs and removed dung from the stalls where the
animals slept.  With that finished, I started the old John Deere and drove
it out of the barn.  Sandy climbed up and sat in my lap as we went to work.

The now softened soil was easy to plow and the time to do two acres was over
in no time.  Back to the barn for seed and Sandy wanted to play again.  I
was delighted and filled her full in a matter of moments.  Sandy took to
being loved like this in a big way.  I think she liked it as much as I did,
and she was certainly willing and eager.  She would be a good woman one day.
Pulling her panties back up we got the bags of seed and went back to work.
Replacing the plowshare with the rolling coulter and a seed dispenser we
headed out to the fields again.  It was nearly 8:00 in the morning, and the
day was still ahead of us.

     By nightfall, everything was planted, and I had one tired little girl
on my hands, drifting off to sleep.  I pulled the John Deere into the barn
and shut down the engine.  Picking my daughter up, I carried her to the
house and put her to bed.  Hungry, I headed for the kitchen for some supper.
I was starved and took out five potatoes from the bin and nearly half a ham
from the rack.  Soon the house smelled of cooking food and wouldn't you know
it, I had a little girl join me, just what I wanted.  Her sleepy eyes made
her so cute, I loved her so much.

The potatoes were boiled now and the ham steaks were ready as well.  I fixed
a portion for my daughter along with some fresh green beans cooked in
butter.  She ate like there was no tomorrow.  I ate too and watched my
daughter give in to her hunger.  I picked up the knife and sliced the day
old bread twice, giving me two slices of bread to place my last slice of ham
into.  Poor Sandy had her face in the plate and was sound asleep.  After
tidying things up a bit, I picked her up and took her to bed with me

CHAPTER 4

     Sunday was certainly a day of rest, but there were still chores to do,
the animals needed to be fed and the stalls cleaned, we were finished by
noon.  I had gone into town earlier in the week and bought a roast, a
succulent piece of beef that weighed four pounds, I sliced off two pounds
and went looking for a paper bag.  I still had no idea what the bag did, but
the roast came out like I remembered so long ago, my mother would have been
proud of me.

Lighting two candles on the table, I served the roast with pride and an
ample supply of all that this good Earth could offer and two loaves of fresh
from the oven bread.  Sandy was hardly dressed, all she had on was a t-shirt
when she joined me at the table.  I knew she was hungry, and so was I, the
smell of the food, that gravy, was too much to resist and we dug in like we
hadn't eaten for weeks.

Sandy grew like a weed, becoming more beautiful everyday.  Again at age
twelve, she got pregnant.  I knew it would be another girl and the cycle was
starting again.

     "Johnny, now don't get yourself dirty.  You hear me?  The Minister and
his daughter are coming over for dinner and I want you clean!"



END

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