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Subject: {ASSM} Never Any Excuse  Chapter 1 by Uncle Sky
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Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 17:10:04 -0400
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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may involve
pre-teens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of material or
if you are under the legal age to read such material in your area, please
leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.

This story is mine alone and I ask that you respect that. I retain the
copyright but give permission for this story to be posted in any group or
web site so long as it is completely free and nobody profits from it. I
also ask that my credits and intro remain a part of it when it is posted.

The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No real
children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. Please
do not try this at home.



Never Any Excuse Chapter 1 (Mg, gf, ped, cons,)
        by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)


I was driving slowly along one of the busiest of our city streets in a
pouring rain. It was hard to see anything. Then I spotted a little figure
stumbling along on the sidewalk. I looked closer as I passed and saw it was
a very young girl. She wasn't dressed for the weather. I could see she was
soaked and shivering.

I was suddenly taken back in time. It was about two years ago that I had
seen another little girl in much the same condition. That time I had been
walking with my head down and ran into her, knocking her to the pavement.
Her name was Cheryl and she had been beaten and raped. I took her in and
cared for her. The man who was responsible for her condition paid for it.
But that was another story. I told about it in "No Excuse" and won't go
there again.

The memory caused me to want to help. I quickly turned right at the next
corner and went around the block. When I got back she was still stumbling
along. I pulled over and stopped just ahead of her. As she neared the car I
rolled the window down and called out to her.

"Can I give you a ride?"

She looked over at me with a fear in her eyes that I recognized. She just
stood there for a moment.

"Come on. I won't hurt you, and you obviously need help. I used to be a
policeman so I know what I see. Get in."

I emphasized the last two words a little to make it sound like an order,
not a request. I had a feeling she would respond to that, and I was right.
She walked over to the car, and as I opened the door she slipped in and
closed it. She sat as far away from me as she could, huddled against the
door.

"Where do you live, little one?"

Her eyes told me more than she was willing to. There was no answer as she
watched me closely. I looked her over and saw the signs of abuse. She
didn't look as bad as Cheryl had, but she was hurting and tired and hungry
I was sure.

"Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

She quickly shook her head no. There was no way she wanted to go to any
hospital. Was Cheryl's story about to play out again?

"You must tell me where you're going. There must be someone who takes care
of you and will miss you. Please tell me where to take you."

She continued to study me and after a minute she finally opened her mouth,
and I heard a tiny voice croak out a defiant yet fearful answer.

"I won't tell you! You can't make me go back! I'm running far away where
they can't find me!"

"Okay, then I won't try to take you back. Tell me your name and I'll take
you some place safe and warm."

"Ginger."

"Okay, Ginger. I know just the place for you. It's nice, and they help
little girls who need to be looked after."

She still looked frightened but didn't object. I reached in the back seat
and got a blanket to cover her. She took it and pulled it closely around
her. Damn but she looked so much like Cheryl that first time I saw her.

I guess I should fill you in a little on the background. I was once a
police officer who quit the force before they could fire me. I had hit a
superior for what most believed was a good reason. I started my own
security firm and was doing very well when I met Cheryl. She had been
almost ten at the time and needed help. She got it from my friends and me.
In the end she stayed with me, and I became her legal guardian. After a
short time we became lovers.

In the two years since then my security company had grown to be the biggest
and best in the city. Some say in the state. I had taken some time off
after Cheryl became a part of my life. I wasn't needed at the company since
I had good people who could run it for me. After a few months I realized I
had too much time on my hands with Cheryl in school. I went back to my
office and spoke with Mike, my VP of Operations and good friend. We talked
for some time and finally he came up with just the right idea.

"You have the biggest and best security operation around, Sam. You have a
good law enforcement background and a lot of employees with the same kind
of qualifications. You also have a lot of contacts in both law enforcement
and among criminals. I think you should form a separate department in the
company. You can handle it yourself at first and use any employees from the
security side that you need."

"What are you talking about Mike?"

"Private investigations. Get your detective's license and start taking jobs
from all the people who ask us all the time for recommendations. There's a
lot out there, and with your rep they'd be begging you for help in no
time."

He had been right. I took his suggestion and started my own detective
agency working out of my old office at the security company. As soon as the
word got out that I had my license I was swamped with calls. A lot of them
came from my old friends on the force. Others came from customers of my
company. A few even came from people I had helped who were on the other
side of the law. I had a good reputation and that was all I needed. I soon
had a small staff and all the work I could handle.

That had all been a while ago, and I had made a lot more contacts that
would prove useful. One of those was Mother Mable. Mother Mable ran a home
for girls. Many of them were off the streets and some from abusive homes.
Her operation was private. I never could find out where she got the money
to run it. She had enough of everything but not too much of anything. It
was a nice, comfortable home where she cared for about a dozen girls of
different ages. I was sure she could help Ginger.

"How old are you Ginger?"

I was surprised when she answered, "Thirteen."

She was very small for her age and didn't even seem to have any breasts
yet. I had guessed her at more like eleven or even younger.

"My name is Sam and I'm going to take you to see Mother Mable. She has a
nice place and will take care of you."

Mother Mable is best described as your typical Jewish Mother. She was in
fact Jewish but her personality and actions are what make me say that. Her
appearance reminds me of Molly Goldberg on that old radio show that moved
to tv in the 50's. She is short and stocky with dark hair and a smile that
warms your heart when you see her. She loves children and has dedicated her
life to helping young girls in need. Many a young girl had rested her head
on Mother's ample breasts and cried out her fears and pain. I knew Mother
would want to help.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number. I had done some work for
Mother, and I knew she'd help if possible. Ginger still watched me as if
expecting me to jump at her or something.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mother. It's Sam. I have a thirteen year old girl in bad shape that
needs a place to stay. Can I bring her over?"

"Of course, Sam. Come right over. I'll call Doctor Jack to come take a look
at her. How long will it take you to get here?"

"About thirty minutes in this rain I think. I need to make one stop. See
you soon."

I had been on my way to pick Cheryl up from school, and since it was on the
way I decided to pick her up and take her along. It might make Ginger feel
safer having another young girl in the car. It was only a few minutes until
I pulled up in front of the school. I waited a moment and then saw her
running out from the entrance. I leaned over and opened the back door for
her.

Cheryl was a year younger than Ginger but looked older. She had grown and
filled out a lot in the last two years. As she climbed into the car I could
see the question on her face. I answered before she could ask it.

"Cheryl, this is Ginger. She's in trouble and needs help. I'm taking her to
Mother Mable."

"Okay."

She smiled at Ginger and looked her over. I could see the worry in her
eyes. She recognized the signs of abuse that she had shown when we met. Her
smile was a little forced as she tried not to show her old feelings.

"I'm glad to meet you Ginger. Sam is a good man, and he'll take care of
you. He helped me a couple of years ago, and you can trust him. You're safe
now."

I sensed a little relaxing of Ginger's fear. Cheryl was good at talking to
other girls who were in need of help. She had been very helpful with a
couple of girls at Mother's before. Even without Cheryl telling about her
life they seemed to know she had been there and would understand.

As I parked in front of Mother Mable's home I recognized Dr. Jack's car. He
was there ahead of me. I got out of the car and with help from Cheryl, got
Ginger to come with us into the house. I grabbed my digital camera from the
glove box as I got out. Mother and Jack were at the door to meet us. I
introduced everyone and then suggested that Cheryl go with Doctor Jack and
Ginger to the private room they used for interviews. I asked Cheryl to take
some pictures of Ginger for the record. She knew what to do. I stayed and
talked to Mother.

"The only thing I know so far, Mother, is her name is Ginger, and she is
afraid to go back to where ever she has been living. She looks both
neglected and abused to me. I think Jack will confirm that when he finishes
examining her."

"I'm sure you're right, Sam. After I get her cleaned up and fed I'll see
what I can get out of her. You want to be kept informed I assume?"

"Well, I guess so. I hadn't really thought about it. I guess since I picked
her up and brought her here, I'm responsible for her. You let me know if
you need anything. You have my number."

She smiled her big friendly smile. "I sure do. And I know your phone number
too."

We laughed together at her joke. It wasn't all a joke though. She knew me
better than you would think for the short time we had known each other. If
I'd been younger I'd have thought of her as a mother substitute myself.

Dr. Jack came out before long and gave me the news. It was as I expected.
Ginger had been both physically and sexually abused. She was also
undernourished.

"There are no wounds that need treating with medication, but she will need
to be fed properly and taken care of. She needs love more than anything
right now. I suggest hot baths every night for a while to help heal the
bruises and ease the pain. Not as bad as Cheryl was Sam, but bad enough."

Doctor Jack was an old friend. We had met when I was a cop and did him a
favor. When I had found Cheryl he had helped me care for her off the books.
Cheryl had taken to him right away and loved him. He was an older man, and
the girls all trusted him almost as soon as they saw him. It was Cheryl who
started calling him Doctor Jack, and now all his special patients called
him that. He had a good practice that made him lots of money, so he never
charged his special patients as he called them.

The girls came out then, and Jack said good bye. Cheryl, as usual gave him
a big hug and a kiss. Ginger watched and then moved tentatively over to hug
him. It was a small hug but Jack smiled and kissed her on the cheek. Then
he left. I talked with Mother for a bit, and then Cheryl and I left to go
home. I told Ginger I'd be back to visit her the next day and to ask Mother
to call me if she needed anything. She came over and gave me a little hug
too. Then Cheryl hugged her tightly and told her everything would be okay.

On the way home we talked about Ginger. Neither of us had gotten much
information out of her, but she seemed to be relaxing a little by the time
we left. I hoped to be able to get her story the next day when I went to
visit her.

I was glad to get home and get changed into something more casual. I hate
suits but my business sometimes requires that I wear one. That day I had
met with a client to give him the final report on my investigation. He was
pleased and wrote me a very large check on the spot for the balance plus a
bonus. It had been a long and difficult case, and I was glad it was over so
I could rest for a few days.

We had a nice supper, and then I helped Cheryl with her homework. She
didn't really need me. I think she let me help just to make me feel good.
After a while I went to my computer and started a file on Ginger. It was a
habit of mine to keep everything on record. I'd done it with Cheryl and
thought it was a good idea this time too. There was not much to write yet,
but I put down what had happened so far and then added the pictures.

The pictures showed bruises all over Ginger's back and red marks on her
bottom. Cheryl had even been able to get some pictures of the bruising on
Ginger's privates. I asked her how she had managed to get such personal
pictures. She frowned.

"After Doctor Jack left the room I told her a little about what happened to
me. I told her we needed the pictures in case anyone tried to say she was
making up stories. She was embarrassed but let me take them. I promised
nobody but you would see them unless she gave permission. She's really
scared, Sam. I left my cell phone with her and told her she could call me
if she needed to talk or anything."

"That was a good idea. You did the right thing, sweetheart."

It was time for Cheryl's bath, and I was tired, too, so we headed for the
bedroom. The memories of how we met had gotten to both of us. We hugged and
kissed and then started to undress. Cheryl stopped me and asked me to let
her undress me. I agreed on the condition she let me return the favor. She
took her time and planted small kisses all over me as she uncovered my bare
skin. I did the same when it was my turn.

She was not the same little girl that I had first fallen in love with. She
was taller and heavier and rounder, too. But it was all in the right
places. She even had started to develop nice little titties. They were
still small but enough to play with and suck on. Her nipples had healed
nicely and were very sensitive to my licking and sucking. We both enjoyed a
little playing around before we headed for the bath.

I no longer knelt next to the tub to bathe her. The tub is large, and since
we were lovers any way I got into the tub with her. I would sit there with
her between my legs, leaning back against my chest. It was always fun and
usually ended up with us making love after we dried off. This night was no
different. As we lay soaking in the nice hot water, I played with her
developing breasts. As I caressed them her nipples grew plump and hard. She
moaned as I rolled them between my fingers and pinched them lightly. I
reached down and slipped my hand over her swollen pussy. She slid forward a
bit more to make the contact easier and the pressure more firm. That left a
little space between our bodies, and she slipped her hand behind her back
and found my cock already hard and erect. The feel of her little hand as
she gripped it was almost enough to set me off. Some how I managed to
restrain myself as she stroked slowly up and down my turgid member. All the
while I was stroking her slit. I had a finger between the lips of her warm
pussy and would run it up and down from her opening to her clit and back
again.

We were both getting very near orgasm, and she stopped just short of
getting me off. She turned in the water and kissed me gently on the lips.
It was a loving kiss but not a hot one. Without further comment she picked
up the wash cloth and started to wash me. It was sensuous, and I enjoyed it
a lot. When she finished I did the same for her. Even though we had done
this many times since she became my lover, it was still very special and
got us both very excited. We drained the tub and rinsed off with the shower
before we got out of the tub and dried each other. As soon as I finished
drying her sexy little body I picked her up and carried her to our bed. She
had her arms around my neck, and when I put her down on the bed she just
pulled me down on top of her.

I began to kiss my way down from her lips past her neck and to her breasts.
As I started to nibble on one plump nipple she stopped me and raised my
head to look me in the eye.

"I'm ready Sam, and I know you are too. Please make love to me now. Put
that nice big dick into my little pussy and make me cum. Please Sam, do it
now."

I never could refuse Cheryl anything. I raised up and moved down between
her legs. She reached down and took hold of my dick, and after sliding it
up and down in her slit a few times to get it slick with her juices, she
placed the head at the opening to her hot little channel. I pressed forward
and it slid into her in one long smooth stroke. She sighed as I hit bottom,
and we paused for a moment to savor the wonderful sensations of my dick
being completely enclosed in the heat and moisture. We could both feel the
contact of every part of our two organs. After a moment she pushed up with
her hips as a signal she wanted more, and I started to move. I started out
slowly and moved gently in and out, enjoying the feelings. She moaned and
groaned as my dick slid in and out. But it wasn't long before we speeded
up, and I began to stroke harder and faster. Cheryl had her arms and legs
wrapped around me and was matching my strokes. It wasn't long before we
both announced our impending climaxes.

"Are you close sweetheart? I'm ready to fill you with my cum."

"Yes, my love. Do it now. Fill me up with your hot juices. I want you to
cum for me now. I'm ready, too."

That was all I needed to hear, and I pressed in as hard and as far as I
could in one final stroke. I held myself deep within her hot pussy as I
began to pump out all the stored cum I had in my tightening balls. She went
over right after I started to fill her with my hot cum. We both clung
tightly to each other and enjoyed the wonderful feelings that come from
making love to that special person in your life.

It seemed to take a long time but was over way too soon. We fell apart and
rested for a moment or two before she slid down and cleaned my dick off
with her wonderful little tongue and mouth. I was going to return the favor
but she stopped me, gently pulling my face up to hers.

"Not this time, darling Sam. I want to let it soak in there. I love feeling
your stuff in me as I go off to sleep."

I couldn't argue with that, so I just wrapped my arms around her and she
got into our favorite sleeping position, spooned with her back to me and
with my dick tucked between her legs.

The next day was a Saturday, and I was looking forward to sleeping in with
my lover. I had been so busy on my last case that I hadn't been able to
enjoy time with her for too long. We were soon drifting off to sleep, but
just before she dozed off I heard Cheryl whisper to me.

"I know you'll help Ginger, Sam. Do all you can for her. She needs you."

"I will darling. I promise."

The end of chapter 1.

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