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                            OVER THE LINE
    WARNING: This story contains depictions of sex between an adult
and a child below the age of twelve. If this bothers you please read
no farther. It is set in a time of war and contains depictions of
violence. 

Codes: Mg nc caution ped pett hist

Part 2

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                           Mrs. Saunders

I awoke to find Daisy, still sleeping, moulded to my chest.  She looked
as innocent as any ten year old should.  I could not believe I had spent
the prior evening rutting with this child, yet I had.  How could have
done that to this trusting young girl?  How could I again deserve such
trust?  I didn't know the answers.

Not wanting to wake her, I slipped out to take care of some camp chores.
I took time to rebuild the fire and put on a pan of water to warm for our
morning toilet.  I needed a shave and we both needed to clean up the
residue of our lovemaking.  I checked on our small-clothes, still damp to
the touch.

At some point Daisy woke and lay still, watching me.  When I noticed her
laying with her eyes sparkling and her smile broad I said, "Good morning,
Little Flower.  How do you feel this morning?"

"Good morning Mr. Saunders."

"Are you coming out of there?  We've a new day to start."

"Good morning Mr. Saunders.  Your supposed to respond 'Good morning
Mrs. Saunders' we're playing married.  Remember?"

I had to smile at this.  "Good morning Mrs. Saunders.  Do please join
me.  We've much to do before we go on with our journey."

"Not yet, it's cold out there.  Come back under the covers.  It's warm
in here.  And I want my morning kiss, wives get a morning kiss, don't
they?"  Her eyes shone bright as she said, "If you're a good boy, I might
let you touch me again."

"Alright, lazybones, I'm coming in there.  You may change your mind
about that kiss."  I wormed my way beneath the covers and breathed
softly in Daisy's face.

She waved frantically before her face.  "No kiss!  Stinky, yuck!"

"Your breath is no better, Little Flower.  Now do I drag you out of here?"

"No.  It's still cold.  Touch me, that'll warm me up."

"You haven't had enough of that yet?"

"No, I like it.  I won't get up until we've done it again."

I attacked the ticklish spots I'd found in prior roughhousing.  Daisy
squirmed and kicked sending the covers askew.  I moved my hand from a spot
on her belly and set about bringing her off as fast as possible.  No
subtlety or mercy was employed.  Her wrists were restrained in my other
hand.  The hand on her sex stroked her mound, while the middle finger
played over the inner parts.  Soon Daisy went ridged in climax, grunting
and growling.

When she recovered enough to comply I said, "Enough delaying, get your
lazy butt up, now."  A light slap to the aforementioned butt set her in
motion.

We headed to the privy, or rather the stump that served for one, and took
care of our needs.  For the first time we openly watched one another.
Then back to camp, where a cloth and warm water cleaned us.  Throughout
I called Daisy Mrs. Saunders and she addressed me as Mr. Saunders.  We
laughed and smiled over everything.

Soon enough we were back on the road.

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                            PARLOR GAMES

By late morning we reached a house Mrs. Rutledge had suggested we stop at.
The Widow Beam was an old schoolgirl chum of Mrs. Rutledge.  They had kept
up their friendship ever since.  Both women's husbands had been in 
Tennessee politics.  Mrs. Rutledge had hoped we could spend our first
night on the road with Mrs. Beam, but I knew we couldn't walk so far in
a day.  A good dinner and news of where the army was camped were why I
stopped.

Daisy introduced herself as 'Mrs. Saunders'.  I explained this as a game
we were playing, and Mrs. Beam's eyes sparked with mischief.  "I've
raised six to maturity, and have too many grandchildren to keep track of.
I know children's games."  For the rest of our visit Mrs. Beam called
Daisy Mrs. Saunders.  She talked to the girl as to an equal, even when
Daisy slipped out of character.

We did have a fine dinner.  The ladies chatted about people both knew,
mostly relations of Daisy.  They even made up parodies of women's social
chatter.  They had a good time at it.  Daisy gave Mrs. Beam a letter from
her grandmother.  Finally Daisy excused herself to use the outhouse.

I took that chance to ask about soldier's positions.  I learned we could
run into them by nightfall at our present pace.  We could avoid direct
contact with the camps by going through a swampy wood, just off the road.
Locals did this all the time.  Patrols were seen in the wood from time to
time.  They had yet to bother anyone.

As soon as Daisy returned we said our good byes.

I stopped our march well short of nightfall.  A small woodlot between two
farms provided our camp.  Once settled Daisy snuggled up to me.

I took the opportunity to kiss the child.  We kept at that for God alone
knows how long.  We began exploring each other with our hands and lips.
Clothing was pushed aside.  We wrestled for position to touch and kiss
our favorite spots on one another.  Finally, I had to call for a pause.

"We need to eat supper and clean up first, Mrs. Saunders.  Then we'll be
to bed.  We can do as we please then, anything or nothing.  We need to be
asleep early, I want to be on the road by daybreak."

"Why so early, Uncle Al?"

"We'll pass through the Confederate lines sometime tomorrow morning.  I
want to do that before the soldiers are active at their tasks.  They
rise early, but don't really get moving until after parade and breakfast.
I know of a shortcut around their camps, we should be past before the
patrols go out."  I wasn't sure how much of this Daisy understood.  I just
wanted her to realize I had a plan for our own good.  "Soon after we've
passed the rebels, we'll be to the Union lines.  I want to by-pass those
too.  Patrols and sentries are jumpy.  They might shoot us by mistake.
I'll report to the Commander after we're firmly in Union held territory."

We took care of the necessities quickly.  Supper was ham packed by Mrs.
Rutledge toasted, fresh corn we'd picked from a field along the way, and
blackberry muffins from Mrs. Beam.  Daisy tried to filch all the muffins,
which started a brief, good natured, tussle between us.  That set the tone
for the rest of the evening.  We roughhoused through our washing.  We
played 'Keep-away' with items of clothing.  We chased each other to, and
from, the spot chosen for a privy.  Finally I caught Daisy and tossed her
onto the bedding.

Our bed-sport that night continued the rough play begun at supper.  Our
kisses included light nips from teeth.  I was at one point startled by
Daisy taking my cock into her mouth.  She gave me a nip, then giggled.
Both felt like heaven to me.  I hoped she would continue, my former lover
had never used her mouth on me, but Daisy spat me out and climbed up to
tickle my armpit.

We wrestled.  We poked.  We tickled, and licked, at sensitive spots.  I
gave her a light slap on the butt, and she returned with a punch to my
shoulder.  I pulled Daisy's bloomers off and drew them down over her
face.  She pushed them up to her crown and wore them as a cap for the
rest of the night, donning them again when dislodged.

I got hold of her, clasped firmly at the chest and waist, back to my
belly.  She moved my hands to breast and crotch.  For the first time that
evening she held still.  I worked my hands with the goal of bringing her
pleasure for as long as possible before climax.  She put up with my slow,
soft, stroking of breast and sex for quite some time.  My lips played
about her head and neck.  Daisy mewled and whimpered at this treatment.
Each time she looked close to coming I stopped for a minute, playing on
less sensitive spots.  Finally, she could take no more.  With a cry of
frustration she pressed her sex firmly against my hand and humped herself
to completion.  Her cries must have startled half the county.

Soon we were back to the roughhouse.  After more of this I got her pinned
beneath me.  I move to position my cock against her crack.  I looked down.
Daisy gave me a smile and nod.  I kept Daisy pressed firmly to the ground
as I humped against her.  She tried to squirm, but she was smiling each
time I looked.  I came, Daisy didn't.  I tried to roll over and finish
by hand, but she escaped.  She pushed me over and slapped my butt,
laughing.

Eventually we ran out of steam.  Night was fully fallen.  Sleep was in
order.  For our last act we again humped, Daisy on top.  Before starting
I made sure Daisy was fully roused.  Our secretions from before had grown
sticky, so I added spit and worked it in by hand.  When she reached the
whimpering stage I brought us together.  Together we stayed.  We rode out
our passion, neither rushing nor pausing.  Our pants and cries seemed timed
by one another.  We came so close together I could not say who started
first.  Finished, we snuggled until Daisy fell asleep.

"Good night Mrs. Saunders."  I gave her a kiss, pulled the covers over us
and joined her.

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                        TENNESSEE MOONSHINE

I woke to a still, dark world.  The night before I had used a trick taught
me by an Indian scout.  If you want to wake early drink a bellyfull of
water.  Your bladder will wake you.  Judge whether the time is right for
your purpose.  If it is you're up, if not drink more and go back to sleep.
By the position of the moon and stars I judged it a little early, but too
late to return to bed.  I had no watch.  Mine was lose or stolen while I
lay unconscious after my last battle.  I smoked a pipe and thought to
pass the time.

What I'd been doing with Daisy had to stop.  I'd enjoyed it, so had Daisy.
It was wrong though.  More important, in the short run, it was dangerous.
On the road we had not worried about other people.  Before day's end I
would report back to the Union Army.  My wounds would warrant sick leave,
that I didn't doubt.  It would be a few days before I'd be permitted to
leave.  We would be in the midst of a great many people then.  We would
be housed in a tent.  After that we would be traveling by train or boat.
More people packed together, tight.  I needed to convince Daisy that we
had to stop.  I needed to convince me to stop, and hold to it.  Once again
I would feel the torture of Tantalus.

We needed to stop, but not yet.  I prepared the surprise I had for Daisy.
During the past day's walking I'd collected sweet herbs.  Teaberry, some
mild flavored member of the mint family, and young sassafras bark.  I put
a small bit of each in my mouth and chewed them lightly into a cud.  My
breath was soon sweet as could be.

It was time to wake the girl.  I shook her shoulder.  Her eyes came half
open.  "Go away.  It's dark.  It's cold.  Go away!"

"It's time to be started, Little Flower.  There is a nice reward for good
girls."

"Go away!"  She burrowed deeper into the bedroll.

I pulled the covers down.  Daisy was bare but for the cap of bloomers.
She screeched as the morning chill hit her.  I leaned in for a kiss.

"No morning kisses!  Go away stinky mouth!  Give me the blankets!"  Daisy
was awake now.  I took her nose between my lips and stroked it with my
tongue.  Then I sat up.  She screeched again, then sniffed.  "That smells
good.  You can kiss me, if you want."  I kissed her.  Her tongue snaked
into my mouth and she made noises of pleasure.  When she withdrew her
tongue I followed, pushing the cud ahead.  Her eyes shot wide as the wet
cud plopped in her mouth.  For a moment I thought she'd cry.  She had
taken to sharing tongues easily. The idea of passing an object hadn't
occurred to her.  Her mouth worked a bit.  She smiled against my face.
A moment later the cud and her tongue were in my mouth again.

We played 'Pass the Cud' for several minutes.  We switched to 'Keep-away',
hiding the fragrant morsel while the other searched with their tongue.

Soon I called a halt, spitting the cud into the bushes.  It was time to
be about our day's labors.

"Touch me first!"  Daisy made her demand known.  She wormed her hip
beneath my hand.

"Not now.  We need to be going.  After we've passed both lines of soldiers
we'll find a place to lay up.  We can do anything you want then."  Would
that I had known.  I wish I had pleased her then. 
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Taken from the 'Confessions of Brother Dunstan' a manuscript found in the
ruins of St. Steven's, Covington, Kentucky after the flood of 1921.

Continued in Part 3.

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