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Abby's Conquests
a Short Story by Varangian
Summer, 2007



Fifteen-year-old Abby glanced at her handsome Uncle Craig as they drove
away from the house.  He was not too old, she thought, but she was
ambivalent about him and what lay ahead.  Would he want to have sex with
her or not?  She was uncertain whether she would agree to it, although
she was curious and couldn't think of a safer guy for her first time of
going all the way.

She didn't know that Uncle Craig preferred sleek boys, especially blonde
guys with scant body hair.

"It's too bad about your family," he said, looking straight ahead at the
highway.

"Alicia and Brownie are in college, you know," she said, referring to
her older sisters.  "There's no problem with them."

"But your mother will be in prison for at least five years."

"Serves her right.  I won't be visiting."

They drove on in silence for the next thirty minutes.  Their two
thousand mile trip to Craig's house would take three days.  The car's
trunk was stuffed with Abby's possessions.

Craig was the girl's only other relative, the brother of her father who
had disappeared when she was six.  That absence too was over stolen
money.

"I'm not rich, you know," he said.  "I can't offer you much."

Abby nodded as they drove along US40 in a two year old fifty-seven
Chevy.

She wanted to ask him about sex and what to expect.  He was a single guy
and she was a girl, but she decided it wasn't the right time for
questions.


* * *


Abby had twice been naked with a former boy friend, and she had once
sucked on his cock, although not all the way because the older girls at
school had told her what to expect from that.  She would miss the pretty
boy, who was her age.   Now she had to decide about Uncle Craig, who was
twenty eight.  She didn't know that Craig would have sucked her pretty
boy's cock all the way until semen spewed into his mouth.

"What's going to happen?" she asked him after another long period of
silence.

"Happen?"

"You know.  I'm a girl."

He barked a laugh.  "Don't worry about me, Abby.  You're safe."

That response annoyed the girl.  She thought she was sexy and could
attract any guy, even her Uncle Craig.  She possessed a rather tall,
fleshy body, although not a heavy one.  Her boobs were nice and firm.
She was pretty in a blonde, cheerleader way.

"I just wonder about living with a single guy," she said.

"I understand, Abby.  Other than going to a new school, not much will
change for you."

The girl remained silent for a long time, thinking about the situation.
She hoped to find a boy friend in that new school and feel fingers
giving her pleasure.  She squirmed against the seat.


* * *


They shared one room at the motel because Craig couldn't afford a
second.  When Abby emerged from the shower clad just in panties and bra,
he did not become aroused although he could not deny the girl's
loveliness.  The slightly rotund belly and well-fleshed thighs caught
his attention as she climbed onto the adjacent bed, but his cock did not
stir.

After turning out the light, he went to bed and dreamed of a boy about
her age.  The boy's name was Damon.  He and Craig had been lovers from
age thirteen through fifteen, until Damon scored with a pretty girl and
decided he wasn't queer.

The affair had begun at summer camp, when they stripped off their swim
suits in a secluded grove and masturbated together.  Within weeks they
were sucking and fucking each other.

Craig was devastated by the loss of Damon.  He tried to find a new
partner, but he failed repeatedly and at times with gross embarrassment.
At school he became known as a queer and was shunned.

His next sexual experience was with a grown man, large and hairy, who
treated him roughly.  Craig quickly decided that he wasn't queer for
such adults and went without sex until his sophomore year in college.

Then he met Bruce who was an eighteen year old freshman.  He was a
blonde boy with scant body hair and a face that looked younger than his
actual age.  They remained lovers until Craig graduated and moved to
another university for graduate school.

Since then, for over five years, Craig's only sexual release was
attained by the use of fist and dildo.  As for females, he had never
even kissed one.


* * *


"Do you have a girl friend?" Abby asked her uncle the next day as they
continued their drive.

"No," he replied without looking at her.

"Why?  Did you break up with one?"

"I've never had a girl friend, Abby," he said, giving her a glance.

"But you're really good looking, Uncle Craig.  You shouldn't have a
problem getting a girl."

"Since you're going to live with me, I suppose you should know this
about me.  You'll find out eventually.  I'm not attracted to females and
never have been."

"You mean ..."

"Yes, Abby, I'm a homosexual, but I may never have another male partner.
I'm getting too old for boys and young men, and I don't find older guys
appealing."

It took a while for Abby to absorb, even comprehend what he had said.
She had only a vague understanding about homosexuals, and she didn't
know what they did together.

After a long silence, she asked, "Don't you even peek at girls?"

Staring straight ahead, he shook his head.

The girl was astonished.  Since she was twelve years old, guys had
always tried to touch her one way or another.  She accepted her uncle's
situation as a challenge.  She resolved to seduce him, although that
verb was not in her vocabulary.


* * *


That evening at the next motel Abby came from the bathroom still moist
from the shower  naked.  She stood arms akimbo in front of her uncle.

Craig's cock didn't stir, although he found the girl's demonstration to
be interesting as well as amusing.  He had never before seen a naked
female, and he took note of her peculiarities.

No androgyny here: Abby was pure girl.  Her limbs and torso were
curvaceous and well-fleshed.  The breasts were mature but retained a
youthful firmness.

"What's this about?" he asked, his lips smiling gently.

"You can touch me, if you want!" she exclaimed, lips twisting in
frustration.

"I'm not inclined to do that, Abby, and besides it would be
inappropriate for me.  As a foster parent, I'm responsible to raise you.
My interest is seeing that you study hard in school and make something
of yourself as you approach adulthood."

"Damn!" she cried then fell onto her bed and covered herself up.

Craig turn off the light then went to bed, again fantasizing about
kissing Damon as he fell asleep.


* * *


"There's something you can do for me, Uncle Craig," Abby said two days
after moving into the man's modest bungalow.

She was nude, as usual.  She hoped for a breakthrough to the man.

"What is it, pumpkin?"

"Will you scratch my back?"

"Of course.  Where do you itch?"

"Between the shoulders."

Craig stepped behind her and scratched softly.  She pulled his free hand
to her left breast, but he didn't fondle it.

"That's nice, but I have another itch," she said.

"Where?"

"In my privates.  Will you scratch me there too?"

"I don't know, Abby."

"You scratched my back!  What's the difference?  The itch is awful!"

"You can do it for yourself," he said.  "You can reach down there."

Abby fumed then plumped down on the couch, scowling.  She looked up at
the man then began to masturbate furiously with two fingers.  He
watched, fascinated, although his cock didn't twitch.  She didn't fake
it.  She brought herself off, writhing and gasping at climax.

"You scratched my back," she said after calming down, "and it felt real
good.  Why won't you rub me between the legs?  I need that more than
other itches."

"It's wrong, Abby.  I shouldn't touch you sexually."

"But you're a queer!" she exclaimed, heartlessly.  "It's not like with
other guys."

Craig sat beside her on the couch.  She leaned against him.

"Girls don't excite me, pumpkin," he said, putting an arm around her
soft shoulders.

"Can't you do it as a favor?" she asked.

"I could, of course.  Do you really need another person's fingers?"

"Oh, yeah!  I'll teach you how to do it!"

Over the next ten minutes Craig diddled his niece's twat, following her
instructions.  She sucked his neck as she eventually came, giving him a
hicky.  His cock remained flaccid.


* * *


The next night Abby crawled into Craig's bed shortly after midnight.  He
started awake.

"What is it pumpkin?" he asked.  "Did you have a bad dream?"

"I have another itch," she said.

The girl was naked and he was clad only in underpants.  She, boldly,
placed her hand on his flaccid cock and was surprised by the feel and
size of it.

"What do guys do together?" she asked, fondling the member that grew
stiff in her palm.

"They suck each other," he replied, nervous and conflicted.

"I can do that," she said, squeezing his hard pole.

In the darkness Craig remembered Damon, years before, doing the same
thing to his cock.  He closed his eyes and allowed it to happen.

Abby pulled down his underpants enough to release the turgid penis.  She
kissed its swollen knob then fit her lips around it. Craig groaned, not
having had a sexual experience with another person in years.  Abby
sucked the end of his dick while grasping the shaft.  She sucked with a
purpose.  As the older girls had warned, she received a mouthful of
spunk, enduring it for Uncle Craig because she wanted to win him over.
She spat on the bed and decided the taste in her mouth was not really
unpleasant, certainly not so bad as the older girls had claimed.
She wondered with amusement if they had actually tasted it.


* * *


Abby blew her uncle five or six times a week after that, usually
swallowing his spunk, and he masturbated her in return.  Craig still
thought in terms of queer sex, although his partner was obviously a
pretty, young girl.  The sight of her naked body did not stir his cock,
just her mouth on the end of it.

"I've heard older girls talk back at my old school, Uncle Craig," she
said one morning.

They had been sleeping together regularly

"What about?" he asked.

"Licking."

"Licking?"

"Yeah.  I heard a senior tell a friend about her boy friend licking on
her privates."

"That sounds nasty."

"Nastier than sucking a cock?  You've done that many times, Uncle Craig,
and you told me you swallowed."

"Is that why you swallow for me?"

"Sure."

"What do you want, Pumpkin?"

"I want you to lick on my special spot.  I'll tell you how."

Craig was willing to do it, although he would have preferred sucking a
pubescent cock.  He didn't really think it nasty, just pointless.

"Would that give you pleasure?" he asked.

"Let's find out," Abby responded, eagerly.

Craig's cock remained flaccid, despite the soft flesh of Abby's upper
thighs grazing his cheeks.  He licked her, following gasping
instructions.  She almost smothered him with her legs at climax,
catching his head in a powerful grip.

"Oh, god!  Oh, god!" she cried then released him.


* * *


"Will you get me a boy?" he asked her one morning after they rose from
his bed.  "I mean a kid who can keep his mouth shut."  He was desperate
for a young boy with sleek thighs and a hard cock.

"I haven't met anyone yet, Uncle Craig.  School won't start for a couple
of weeks."

She would be entering the tenth grade where boys were almost fully
grown, although most did not yet shave.

"I haven't fucked a guy in years," he blurted.

"Fucked?" she asked in confusion.

"In the behind."

Abby had never heard of that.  Her mouth opened in surprise.  "I can do
that, Uncle Craig, but does it hurt?"

He eased her back onto the bed and rolled her face down.  Why not? he
thought, gazing at buttocks that were softer and more pert then Damon's
and Bruce's.  Still the crack of her ass stirred his cock.

"Just a moment," he said and rose from the bed.

He went into the bathroom and returned with a jar of petroleum jelly
that was half empty because he used it frequently on cock and dildo.  He
looked down at Abby as he smeared his dick.  She was obviously a female,
even lying face down, but he could imagine her to be a slightly chubby
boy.

He climbed onto the bed, spread her legs then positioned himself.

"This will be new sensation," he said into her ear after he draped his
body over hers.  "You'll be surprised.  It's very important that you
relax completely and not resist the penetration."

"I'm relaxed," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Craig pushed his cock at her anus.  Abby gasped when the knob forced
through her sphincter, but she did not protest even as he penetrated
fully.

"Are you all right?" he asked, whispering in her ear.

"It doesn't really hurt."

Her flesh against his was softer than any boy's and he rather enjoyed
the sensation.  He pumped in long strokes, relishing the tightness on
his cock.  Then, sooner than expected, he felt a tingle that presaged
the impending climax.  He cried aloud as he spewed.


* * *


Craig, who already liked Abby, fell in love with her after that
experience.

"I adore you," he told her a couple of days later.  "I adore you
spiritually and physically.  It's only a small regret that you don't
possess a cock."

"I'll find a boy for you, Uncle Craig.  I'll be careful and choose a
safe one."

They had already decided that he would take her cherry.  His dick was
hard in anticipation.  What a transformation!  He wondered at it as he
sucked in turn on each of her lovely, firm breasts.

She had already rolled a condom onto his long, fat dong.  Her eyes
sparkled in excitement as he positioned his body between her upraised
knees.  He thrust forward and fucked a girl as a girl for the first
time.  He hurt her, but not too much.  She bit her lower lip valiantly
and endured the pain without complaint.


* * *


For the next ten days Abby and Craig made love two and three times a
day.  Despite lingering but diminishing vaginal soreness, she wanted his
cock in there most of all.  It just seemed right to her, although she
still relished butt fucking and sucking dick.  They whooped and hollered
in their joyous play.  Abby once dressed up as a boy, but the subterfuge
was not convincing; her breasts were too prominent and she had flaring
hips.

"Do you still want a boy?" she asked him before she set off for the
first day of school.

"I'm sorry, Abby," he replied.  "I love you beyond measure, but I still
have this yearning, this urge for a young male body."

"You don't have to apologize, Craig.  I want you to be happy.  I'll keep
my eyes open for a guy who's cute and safe."

"He doesn't have to be cute, darling, just not too hairy."

Two weeks passed.  Abby began to experience orgasms during intercourse.
She was loud but not a screamer.

One day she returned from school and greeted Craig with a wide grin.

"I think I've found the right guy for you, Craig," she announced.  "He's
a good-looking boy who's a year older than me."

"Why did you pick him?"

"Because at first he didn't want to date me.  He's never had a girl
friend.  He's a loner who might, you know, be queer without knowing it."

"He's conflicted about his sexuality?"

"I guess you could put it that way.  He's taking me out Saturday night,
if that's all right with you."


* * *


"You must be Kevin," Craig said when he opened his front door to the
nervous looking teen.  "Come in.  Abby is getting ready."

Craig liked what he saw, which was a medium tall blonde boy whose rosy
cheeks had never felt a razor.  Kevin fidgeted in the small living room
of the modest house, not meeting the man's eyes.

"Have you had many girl friends?" Craig asked.

Kevin, startled by the question, quickly looked up, blushed then shook
his head.

"Abby's your first?"

"She's not my girl friend, Mr. Hubbard.  We're just going to a movie."

"You've got to be careful with that girl, Kevin," Craig said, touching
the boy's upper arm and giving him a conspiratorial wink.  "She's out to
get you."

The astounded lad was on the verge of sputtering something, when Abby
came into the room.

"Let's go," she said.


* * *


"We got to know each other pretty well, Craig," Abby informed her uncle
after returning home, "but he made a point of not touching me."

"What's your impression of him, pumpkin?  It's not a good sign that he
didn't try to fool around with you."

"Maybe not.  I caught him glancing at a boy, an older guy, when we were
having ice cream.  I couldn't come out and ask him about sex, of course,
but he did agree to have me as his first date ever.  He's coming over
tomorrow afternoon.  Maybe you could talk with him."

"Do you think he's safe?"

"Absolutely!  He has no friends to speak of, and he seems to be
secretive."

"Great!  I'll come right out tomorrow and make him an offer."

"You seem to approve of him, Craig."

"I do, indeed.  Kevin is near the fringe of my sexual preference.
Within a year or so he'll become too adult, but right now he's perfect."

"I wish you luck, Craig.  I want you to be happy."

"Right now happiness is going to bed with you.  How do you want it
tonight?"

She giggled.  "All three ways, if you're up to it."


* * *


"Here's the deal, Kevin," Craig said to the boy.  "You've never had sex
except with your fist, and you don't know which way you swing.  Abby is
upstairs, naked on her bed.  You can lay her, if you want.  She's eager
for it.  Or you and I can play queer.  A further option is that we can
do it three-way.  It's up to you, kid.  In this house you can realize
whatever fantasy you've ever had since you began to squirt.'

Kevin fell onto the couch, stupefied by such news.

"I don't know, Mr. Hubbard," he said, breathing hard.  "I don't know
what to choose."

"So you find all three options agreeable?"

"I guess."

Craig sat next to him on the couch.  He cupped the boy's groin then
kissed his lips.  Kevin kissed back after a moment.

"Relax," the man whispered.  "I want to suck your cock."


* * *


Abby slipped into the bed room to watch the two naked guys have sex.
She sat near the window, out of the way. They were laughing and joking.
Craig's lips and chin glistened with a coating of apparent semen.

"I want to fuck you now," Craig said after kissing the boy once more.

"I don't care if it hurts," Kevin responded.  "I've wanted this for so
long."

"It won't hurt, if you relax completely."

Abby watched as Craig draped his body atop the boy's, between the
outspread legs, then insert his impressive, lubricated cock into the
tight anus.

"Jesus!" Kevin cried.

"You're resisting!  I told you to relax!"

Evidently Kevin did, because he ceased to protest as all of Craig's
seven, fat inches slipped into his rectum.

"I like it,' the boy murmured.

Abby rose from the chair and approached the bed.  She calmly undressed
and Kevin watched her until she was entirely naked.

"You got me hard," he said to her.  "I was soft until I saw you naked."

Craig continued his long, slow strokes, musing, "I never get hard with
a cock up my ass."

"Well, I'm hard now!" Kevin exclaimed.  "I want to fuck!"

Craig licked the boy's neck.  "I'm almost there," he said.  "You can
fuck both of us after I'm finished."

Abby knelt beside the bed.  She fondled Kevin's head affectionately.

"Here it comes!" Craig cried then pushed tightly at Kevin's butt cheeks
and spewed while emitting loud grunts.


* * *


"I've never touched a girl before," Kevin said in a low voice as he lay
half atop Abby with a handful of her right tit.  "I've never even seen a
naked picture of one."

"Do you prefer girls or guys?" Abby asked then kissed his lips.

"I like being with Craig," he responded.  "I feel so safe with him.  I
want to suck his cock and taste his stuff.

"But I think you like girls too."

"Yeah, although I don't know how to start with one."

"You have a lot to learn, Kevin."

"You're so soft, Abby.  You smell different."

"I taste different too," she said, barking a laugh.

"Taste?"

"You'll find out.  I'll teach you like I did Craig."

Craig returned to the room still moist from the shower where he had
washed shit from his cock.

"I'm finished for a while," he told them.  "You two get it on while I
fix myself a drink."

"I'm wet," Abby said after Craig left the room.

"What do you mean?"

"Feel between my legs.  You'll see."

Kevin probed her groin to discover wetness in the girl's pubic bush.

"I'll teach you later," she said.  "I want you now."

"Like how?"

"Get on top of me," she said, raising a knee beside his torso.  "Fuck
me!"

Kevin did so, and Abby guided his cock to her opening.  Although his
dick slipped out a couple of times in his excitement, he brought the
girl off and them himself.

"Jesus!" he cried after coming.  "Maybe I knocked you up!"

"Not likely," she said.  "My period is due."


* * *


"Tell people that you're going steady with Abby," Craig advised Kevin.
"Then no one will question why you're always around this house."

Craig was in absolute heaven.  He had a fine boy for sex, and Abby was
available for his recently discovered heterosexual interest.

The small house sometimes reeked of semen and they had to leave windows
open to air it out.

He and Kevin frequently formed a Greek sandwich with Abby, Kevin usually
in the rear orifice. Their parties were accompanied by boisterous yells
and laughs.  It went on for months.

Then, inexplicably, Kevin got religion.  The boy, who was not too
bright, got blindsided by a Jehovah's Witness who led him to Jesus.  He
immediately stopped visiting Craig's house and soon told a teacher what
Craig had been doing.

The police descended, jailed Craig and made a case of child rape,
although Abby was almost fully mature.

After refusing to cooperate, denying everything, Abby was sent to a
juvenile detention facility.  Craig remained in the poky because he
could not post the exorbitant bail.


* * *


Abby was under light custody in the juvenile facility.  It would be easy
to get away with a little help, but the corrections people seemed very
stern.

"You have a visitor, Abby," the chunky, female jailor announced after
opening her door.  "It's Mr. Simon, the county prosecutor."

The prosecutor, Abby thought, the guy who had ogled her in court.  She
quickly devised a plan.

Clad in a prison shift, sitting on a chair, she hitched the hem to her
upper thighs then awaited the odious man.

Abby was not disappointed.  Simon pulled a chair close to hers and sat
down.

"We need your testimony," he said.  "You must tell us how Hubbard abused
you."

Abby had been through this inquisition before.

"Kevin lied about all this," she said.  "He got angry when I wouldn't
let him have his way."

"We think differently, Abby," the man responded then placing a hand on
her upper thigh.  "The doctors have informed us that you aren't a
virgin."

"I've had a boyfriend!"

"But you're so sweet looking and fresh," Simon continued, fondling the
girl's soft flesh.  His finger touched her groin briefly.

"What do you want?" she asked, knowing full well his intention.

"We could be friends," he said, "despite out age difference.  I could
get you out of this jail."

"Then do it!"

"I have a nice house, Abby.  You'd like it there."

"I just don't want to stay here, Mr. Simon."

"Of course you don't, Abby," he said then palmed her privates.  "Do you
understand?"

"I'll do what you want," she replied, grinning inwardly at her victory.
She had a plan.


* * *


Abby feigned innocence as Simon kissed and fondled her on the living
room couch.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed when he sought to undo her jeans.

"You've been with a boy before, Abby, and probably with the man that we
have in jail.  I'm different.  I'm an expert at giving girls pleasure.
You'll be surprised."

Abby despised the guy who was years older than Craig and who had a
paunch.  She allowed him to undress her, though, because she had a plan.

"Marvelous!" he exclaimed after she was naked.

He fell upon a tit and sucked it painfully.  Abby pushed his head aside.

"You act like you've never been with a girl before," she said
sarcastically.

"Never with a young beauty like you, precious."

"So, this is something special for you?"

"Absolutely!  I'll have to deliver you back to the facility tomorrow,
but for further 'interrogation' I can bring you here every couple of
days."

"But what then, Simon?  The case won't last very long."

"I know, precious."

He stood and undressed.  Abby was appalled at the sight of him.  He was
a beefy guy with a hairy paunch and a stubby cock.

"Maybe you'd like a momento," she said.  "Maybe some pictures to remind
you of me."

"I'd never forget you, Abby.  You're a delicious piece of ass, but you
have a point.  I have a new camera that prints out photos.  It's called
a Polaroid."

"I'll pose for you," Abby said in seeming agreement.

"Yeah," the man said, "but first I want to taste your pussy then fuck
you."

Abby endured the guy's mouth and tongue on her body.  She pretended
arousal, when he licked her twat.

After he mounted her, she protested and pushed on his hairy bulk.

"Let's take pictures while you're still hard," she suggested.

"You have a point."  The man rolled off her body.  "Once I shoot, I
won't be worth shit for hours."

Simon had been drinking all the while.  He poured himself another
whiskey before retrieving the camera from a drawer.

"Lie on the couch, pretty, and play with yourself," he instructed her.

His speech was becoming slurred.

Abby posed for his camera, and in a moment of inspiration she fisted
herself.

"Wow!" he cried.

"Can you take pictures of us together?" she asked in seeming innocence.

"Sure.  I have a tripod and the camera has a timing device.  Just a
moment."

Abby watched as the man arranged the device.

Over the next twenty minutes Simon and Abby posed for the camera in
various positions.  In one exposure she sat forward on his lap with his
cock inserted in her twat as he grinned like a pervert over her
shoulder.  In another she held his cock in her mouth as semen drooled
down her chin.

She and the man, who was now rather drunk, sat on the couch to review
the pictures.  Abby slipped the two aforementioned ones under a cushion,
while Simon was pouring himself another drink.


* * *


Abby closed the front door of the house and strode off on a three mile
trek to Craig's place.  She carried with her the two photos and over two
hundred dollars she had taken from the man's wallet.

Simon lay passed out on the couch with a note pinned to his shirt.  It
read:


_It's up to you to explain why I'm no longer in jail.  Don't look for
me, because if I'm found the two pictures you liked so much will be
found with me.  Free Craig from jail.  If you don't by tomorrow night,
I'll give the pictures to a newspaper.

_Sorry about the money, but I'm broke._


An hour later she reached Craig's house and let herself in with a key
she retrieved from under a mat at the back door.  Once inside, she
stripped naked and washed the man's smell from her body, but she could
not cleanse away the awful memory of him and what they had done
together.

The next day at mid morning a police car came to a stop in front of the
house.  Another vehicle, unmarked, halted behind it, out of which
stepped Simon.  No one emerged from the police car.  Abby opened the
door to greet the county prosecutor on the front porch, because she
didn't want to be alone with him inside the house.

"I suppose you think you were very clever last night, pretty one," he
said as he mounted the steps.  "Give me the pictures then we'll return
you to the juvenile facility."

"I gave the pictures to a friend early this morning, mister.  If I don't
pick them up before dark, everyone will learn about what you did to me."

He loomed over her.  "I should beat the shit out of you!"

"In front of those cops?"  She nodded at the police car.  "I don't care
about you, mister, or your reputation.  You'll get the pictures after
you let Craig go."

"What then?  I suppose you'll run off with him and the two of you'll
become fugitives.  You'll be caught, you know."

"That's a thought, mister.  I guess I'll have to keep the pictures even
after you let him go.  You'll have to see to it that no one looks for
us."

Simon's jowly face turned almost purple.  He had never before been
defeated by a female.  He had to give in, because his party had been
urging him to run for governor.

"Okay!" he exclaimed and unclenched his fists.  "I'll drop all charges,
if you'll return the pictures."

"You'll get the pictures back after Craig is free and a lawyer tells us
that you can't charge us again."

"Agreed."


*  * *


Craig pulled his impressive cock out of Abby after eighty minutes of
uninterrupted love making.  The semen of three emissions oozed from her
twat and wetted the sheet beneath her.

"I don't know how you managed it, darling," he said, kissing her ear.

"Please don't ask.  It was ugly."

"I won't."  He paused before adding, "But we'll have to be extra careful
about the next boy you find for me, won't we?"


END
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