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   The following is entirely a work of fiction.  It was written purposely
for the entertainment of adult readers.  This type of fiction should never
be read by minors.  Readers of this type of fiction should never try to
copy the actions within, lest they look forward to a very long jail
sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty.



   This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a preteen female
and a grown man.  If this type of behavior offends you, read no further. 
If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now and go
away.



   Summary: After retirement from the military, Doug meets a onetime
acquaintance who talks him into working at a bordello.  Once there, he
meets some very interesting characters who change his life.  One of those
characters is a girl who teaches him love and trust.



   This story is a long read, but has a very satisfying ending-it is well
worth working to the end.  Please stay with it.



   Twenty fours of military life had been enough.  I had reached my
retirement point four years ago, but for the past four years the military
had given me a cush assignment-being in charge of recreational activities
on the base-requiring only six hours of "work" a day.  This was a thank you
for spending fifteen of the first twenty years in Special Forces.  More
times than I cared to think about it, at the drop of a hat, I had responded
to trouble spots around the world.  This had cost me several meaningful
relationships, as only a special woman tolerates a man who runs headlong
into danger, time after time.  When I found out that my next assignment was
training Special Forces newbees, I decided that it was time to say goodbye.




   I put a bunch of stuff into storage and I decided to travel the country
by truck.  My recently restored 1974 pickup was fitted with a camper.  In
the camper I placed items I couldn't be without, such as my camera and
laptop computer.  In the past few years, I had taken up photography as a
hobby and I had CD's with nature shots, and pics I had taken of cute
strippers that had graced my bed.



   I had learned ten years ago how to bed cuties that shake it for a
living. My discretionary income allowed me money to gain their trust over
several visits, then into a hotel room.  I had nude pics of all but one of
the gals-who was too shy to pose nude (although she did fuck).  My fave was
an asian who had once been a porn star.  She really enjoyed sex and the
little over two years we knocked boots was pleasurable.  She had reached
her financial goal and said a bittersweet goodbye as she became a silent
partner in a real estate investment firm.  The other girls since just
didn't measure up, although they had earned their fee.  Still, I was
leaving the military with a bittersweet empty feeling.  Nothing clears my
head like a long drive and sometime on the road would clear my head and
heal my soul.



   On retirement day, I left out from the base and headed into the
mountains.  By mid afternoon, I was several thousand feet above sea level
and the rain cooled thin air was refreshing.  In several spots I had
stopped to snap a pic of a great view.  That night, in a hotel room, I
downloaded the pics to a CD.



   The next day was a fourteen hour drive with only a stop for lunch.  That
night I settled into a hotel next to a country restaurant.  I had an
enjoyable dinner before returning to my hotel room.  After fifteen minutes,
I grew stir crazy as I pondered a strip club on the edge of town.  I
surrendered to temptation and headed out to the club.  I ended up spending
a good part of the evening with a California girl over a thousand miles
from home.  She allowed some mutual touching and I nearly talked her into
spending the night with me.  Reluctance overruled desire and she backed off
of the intention.  Her goodbye hug told me that she enjoyed our time
together.  I would've made plans to see her again, but the open road was
calling to me.



   The third day of my journey was a mix of driving and seeing tourist
spots.  It was mid day that I finally began to feel free.  I had taken
vacations before, but I always knew that I was required back at the base at
some point.  This time, I was free to do what I wanted and go where I
wanted to go.  I was literally stopping to smell the flowers.



   On day four I was back in the mountains.  The thin air and expanding
vistas was chicken soup for the soul.  In mid afternoon I checked on my
food and water for an overnighter in the camper.  I stocked up on supplies
and mapped out a route to a campground.



   I arrived at the campground about two hours before sunset.  I had picked
a spot about a mile from the nearest human.  Leaving the truck, I stood
alone in the forest and listened to the near silence.  A slow breeze gently
whistled through the trees.  Somewhere, a hawk called out.  The gentle
aroma of pine enhanced the pure air.  I read a Reader's Digest, then had
dinner.  After dinner, I started a spy thriller, then turned in when I
became tired.



   The fifth day started colder than I thought it would.  A front had swept
through the area and it was overcast and drizzly.  It was summertime, but I
was at seven thousand feet elevation.  From experience, I knew forest roads
can turn to shit in just a moment.  I started craving civilization and I
started heading towards the highway.



   Three hours later, I reached a diner.  The hostess seated me near a
corner and gave me a menu.  I decided on a lumberjack breakfast.  As I put
down my menu, I was in for a shock.  Seated five tables over was an
acquaintance from a couple of decades ago.  A black/hispanic mix, she was
an attractive gal with a complicated life.



   We had worked together for a few months a couple of times.  She had a
circle of lesbian friends.  On the second go around, I had been drawn into
the gossip circle.  I had become attracted to a friend of hers who
contemplated heterosexuality for all of a minute.  This had caused some
friction with Lela as I messed with a possible source of pussy for her.  I
was glad to get away from that nutsy circle.



   She was sitting at a table with a guy in his early twenties.  His beard,
long hair, wrongly worn military cap, and tatoos told me that he lived on
the fringe of society.  Lela was talking to him, but she was glancing at
me. When my food arrived, I gladly dove in so that I had something to focus
on besides her.



   I was near the end of my meal when she came over.



   "Hey stranger", she said.



   I looked up and noticed that her companion had left.



   I welcomed her to sit with me.  We caught up with each other.  She
learned that I was now retired and and I learned that she owned a hotel. 
She hadn't been able to adopt (a subject we discussed a long time ago). 
She poo pooed my single status, gently scolding me for not sacrificing my
career for companionship.  I didn't take her bait, but as is her style she
asked me if I was curious about the guy she was talking to.  Again, I
didn't take her bait.



   "So, are you interested in a job ?" she asked.



   "A job ?"



   "I need a bartender", she volunteered.



   "I don't know how to mix drinks.  I never learned, besides, I don't
drink."



   "You won't have to mix drinks.  Basically, you just sell single beer
bottles, wine bottles, or a six pack.  You might have to mix a drink now
and then, but there's a book behind the bar.  Most of all, I need someone I
can trust.  I have a nearly all female staff.  I could use you.  What do
you say ?"



   We discussed pay, which was just above minimum wage, but room and board
was thrown in.  It sounded easy and I wrestled with my sense of wanderlust.
I thought if it didn't work out, I could always take to the road again.  I
accepted her offer and agreed to arrive two days hence.



   I was surprised several times when I arrived at the hotel.  First, it
was a relatively new building.  Second, the hotel was tucked away at the
edge of a small town, in a heavily wooded area.  You wouldn't find the
hotel unless by accident, or if you had specific instructions.  Finally,
the hotel was about sixty rooms, but had a walled in parking lot and either
was a secured location, a hotel with alot of privacy, or a mixture of both.




   When I pulled in the only entrance, it was next to the hotel office.  I
found out that my room and the adjacent bar were in a corner of the hotel.
I parked my truck and instantly was given a class on what I needed to do.
My trainer was clear that my workload was sporadic and mostly slow,
therefore, I was able to move into my room while I "worked".



   The two things I had to do daily was turn in my till at midnight, and
check it out again in the morning.  I also had to keep track of inventory
so that my till matched my daily order request.  We sold a dozen types of
beer and twenty types of wine.  The bar was also fully stocked and we had
eight different kinds of soft drinks.  The fun, for me, was the jukebox.



   In my lifetime I've seen all kinds of jukeboxes.  The best I ever saw
was from a now defunct restaurant chain.  Lela had bought one of those
jukeboxes.  There was over two hundred CD's in the jukebox.  The jukebox
could be programmed to play certain songs in a sequence.  The jukebox had
CD's from the most famous bands.  I could set up daily concerts, which I
did.



   On my second day, Lela stopped in to see how I was doing.  First I had
to turn down the music so we could talk.  We talked about the jukebox and
her expectations.  Then I addressed the elephant in the room.



   "I'm not the swiftest guy on the uptake," I admitted, "but you're
running a bordello here, aren't you ?"



   She got a coy look.  "I don't know what you're talking about", she
replied.



   "Food and liquor deliveries come early in the morning.  Clients start
arriving at ten.  Maids are always on the move.  Girls walk clients out in
lingerie.  I've been to Europe, you know."



   "And you don't have anything to worry about if you stay in here", she
countered.  "If the cops come, you don't know anything.  Besides, we're
picky about our clientele.  It's not like we advertise on the net, or
anywhere else."



   "And it's why you needed a guy on the staff, someone who knows his way
around a bar fight."



   "We never have a problem with our clients.  In case there is trouble,
I'm sure you'll use your common sense to make the problem go away."



   During my military days, there were a few times that I moonlighted,
keeping me in touch with the civilian world.  This was the second time that
I had an employer that trusted me to take care of things my way.  I know
that trust doesn't come easy.  I knew Lela enough to know what kind of
workplace she could run.  While her personal life was messy, her
professional life was the opposite.  I'm not sure what kind of arrangement
she had with the girls, but I knew it was airtight.



   I thanked her for her trust, and we ended our conversation with some
small talk, then I resumed my music worship while I played on my laptop.



   My normal routine was the same.  About five or six times a day I set up
a platter with an ice bucket, beer or wine, and two glasses.  Also, about
once a day, some guy or another, would come in with a look on his face like
he alone knew a secret.  I would fill his order and pretend like I didn't
know his secret.  It was all very quaint.  I had been there about two weeks
when an interesting event happened.



   She walked in with that confident look that a sex worker has.  I could
tell she was barely eighteen, and just barely that.  She had coal black
long hair, a porcelain complexion, almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and
plump full lips.  She was wearing a purple tube top and black mini skirt.
She took a seat at the bar and ordered a cherry cola.  When I gave her the
bottle she said "So you're the new bartender."



   "Yep", I answered, volunteering nothing.



   "I'm Marie" she said, extending a tiny hand.



   "Doug" I said as I shook her hand.



   "So, what keeps you from going cuckoo, staying in here, I mean ?"



   "I've got music", I answered.



   I then went on for five minutes about the groups we had on CD and
describing their importance to rock n roll history and how much I loved
that, then I caught myself, "but that's just me."



   "It's okay", she giggled, "You and my dad are the same way."



   "Thanks."



   "I hope you don't mind that I came in.  My Friday night cancelled.  I
still get paid, but now I'm bored."



   "Why don't you go somewhere ?"



   "No", she shook her head.  "It's a hundred mile drive home.  I share the
room with my sister Jen.  I use it Friday and Saturday.  She uses it the
rest of the week."



   "So, how do you do here ?"



   "Pretty well.  I have a Friday night, a Saturday afternoon and a
Saturday night.  Then I rest up, and make the drive home Sunday morning."



   "Have you thought about going full time ?"



   "No.  I like keeping my week free.  Besides, it's better than working a
titty bar.  I know how I'll do every week, and I don't have to work all
week.  So, how about you ?  Why aren't you married or something ?"



   "I'm retired military, recently retired.  Military and marriage don't
mix."



   "Kids ?"



   "Nope."



   "Sooooo", she said in a low tone with a seductive smile, "how about a
freebee ?"



   "A freebee ?"



   "Yeah, do my part for the troops and all.  I don't think Lela will mind.
You can lock up for a

   bit ?"



   "Uh, yeah."



   There was a buzzer on the door if I needed to lock up, and all my orders
came by phone, so I was free for a bit to go in my room.  I locked the
front door, then we went to my room.  Marie started undressing as she
approached my bed.  After kicking off her shoes, she slid her tube top
down, freeing a pert pair of B cup breasts topped with tiny brown nipples.
The tube top continued down, pushing down her mini skirt.  Eventually, a
bald pubic area came into view.



   Sudden inspiration happened as I remembered my camera.



   "Do you mind if I take pictures ?" I asked.



   "Pictures ?"



   "I'm a photography buff.  I have a bunch of stuff on my hard drive,
landscapes and all."



   "You don't post those on the internet ?"



   "No."



   "As long as you don't put my pictures on the net.  I don't want naked
pictures out there, you understand ?  "



   "Absolutely.  They're just for my private collection."



   "Okay then."



   I retrieved my camera from a dresser drawer.



   Marie then posed for me on the bed.  I had her go through a series of
poses, some revealing and some looking like she was shy, which she wasn't.
After a couple of dozen poses, I put away the camera and I undressed.





   I looked at the naked teen girl.  Dimpled brown puffy nipples topped
baseball sized firm breasts.  Her pubic area was as bald as the day she was
born.  The look on her face came across as an offer, and I was sure what
she was offering.  I leaned in, cupping one of her breasts as I kissed her.




   She reached up, hugging me as I shared kisses with her.  After a little
while, I was able to move my head to her chest where I began to suckle on
one of her breasts.  Reaching down, I fingered her slit, sliding my middle
finger across a continually moistening area.  Marie began breathing deep,
partially panting and moaning.  Finally, I moved my head between her legs.



   Only a minute into licking her, she started arcing her back, pressing
her bald mound into my mouth.  It was then that I began to work a finger
into her.  Her moaning took on a high pitch.  I wasn't sure how close she
was to orgasm.  I retreated from between her legs, then rising, I
positioned myself beween her legs.  I lined up my groin with hers. 
Maneuvering my dick, I found her opening.



   For a pro in bed, she was actually quite tight.  Pushing, and feeling
her tiny opening painfully compressing the head of my dick, I pushed until
the head popped into her.  She let out a slight yelp as I entered her.



   I looked and saw her wincing.  I began working my hips.  Marie was
panting and moaning.  After a little while, she relaxed enough that we
established a rhythm.  Our bodies became hot and sweaty as we moved in a
journey to bliss.  I felt my cum rising.  I shot several spurts in her and
nearly collapsed on top of her.  My dick deflated enough to be pushed out
of her.  I rolled to my right and laid next to her.  Marie reached out and
took my hand.



   "Shit Doug", she gushed, "that was fabulous.  Where did you learn that ?
"



   "The Phillipines."



   "The Phillipines ?  "



   "The girls there really like sex.  They teach their guys what they
like." In a voice mocking one of the Phillipino hookers I said "Hey Joe,
tonight we do long time.  No quicky slam slam."



   Marie giggled at the impersonation, "Really ?" she asked.



   "Really.  It's we call them L.B.F.M.'s."



   "L.B.F.M.'s ?"



   "Little brown fucking machines.  It's their job, it's their passion. 
They're experts."



   "I'm going to have to think about that, um, you wouldn't mind if I spend
the night ?"



   "Spend the night ?" I asked.



   "Yeah, we can do it again, besides, my regulars spend the night.  If I
go up to my room and I'll hear the other girls doing it, and I'll feel left
out."



   I kissed her.  "Sounds like a plan", I answered.



   Marie didn't have another cancellation, but two weeks later she came up
early on a Thursday night.  We spent the night together and had a great
time.



   Besides Marie, I added another addition to my routine.  I was getting
Tuesdays off.  There was a medium sized town about fifty miles from the
hotel.  I would drive into town, see a movie, browse a bookstore, and eat
at a buffet restaurant (the menu at the hotel was limited).



   It was at two months in that it happened.



   On the way to a movie, I pulled into one of those large gas stations
found alongside major highways.  The car that caught my attention was a
twenty year old Triumph.  As a car afficianado I admired well built cars,
and the Triumph never received the respect it deserved.



   There was a woman and young girl in between the Triumph and gas pump. 
Because their backs were to the car, they didn't see the newer Buick pull
up alongside their Triumph.  The driver of the Buick opened his door, and
then the passenger side door of the Triumph.  He reached in the Triumph and
took a purse, then jumped back in his car.  The girl caught the motion out
of the corner of her eye and yelled to her mother.  As the two females
looked on in disbelief, the thief gunned his Buick and headed for the exit
I was in.



   I moved my truck to block him.  He was moving too fast to avoid my
truck. His left front fender smacked into my bumper.  We both bailed out of
our vehicles.  He got about ten feet when I tackled him.  He tried to
fight, but I pinned him face first to the concrete.



   The Police arrived about two minutes later.  As they untangled the
situation I realized that I recognized the woman that had her purse
stolen-she worked at Lela's hotel.  The cop taking the report noticed that
our addresses were the same.  We truthfully told him that we didn't know
each other and this was a chance meeting.  I did, officially, meet the
woman and girl later.



   Ilya and Larissa came to the hotel bar to meet me, and thank me.  Ilya
is a long haired blonde with a nice figure.  Larissa is a twelve year old,
doe eyed, long haired, brunette.  Larissa immediately impressed me with her
sweetness.  Unlike her mother, Larissa speaks English fluently.  I found
out that Ilya worked her schedule around Larissa's school schedule.  They
had been in town to buy clothes for Larissa.  They were grateful for my
intervention and invited me up for dinner in their suite.



   When I went up a couple of hours later, I found that Ilya had a large
suite in a corner of the hotel.  Ilya and Larissa had living quarters in
much of the suite, but an extra room was where Ilya entertained clients. 
By using sliding walls, Ilya could keep her private and professional life
seperate.



   During dinner, I found out that Ilya had been a mail order bride. 
Larissa had been a product of that union.  Two years after Larissa was
born, the marriage fell apart.  He had a good lawyer, and Ilya only ended
up with three hundred a month in child support.  A couple of failed jobs
and a stint in a strip joint led Ilya to the hotel.  Larissa seemed well
adjusted to the situation, but that wasn't all I sensed.



   During dinner, Larissa seemed more than impressed with me.  She
definitely was crushing on me.  Her interest was kindling something in me.
All my life, I've been interested in petite females.  I had fought the urge
to be a pedophile, although one night in the Phillipines, I had bedded a
fifteen year old hooker.  We were both nervous and that had ruined the
situation.  I had looked at Lolita magazines in Tokyo, but fear of prison
made me leave the magazines in country.  Seeing Larissa adoring me made me
wonder about exploring a relationship with the preteen (she had just turned
twelve).



   I wondered if now was the time to explore the side of myself that I had
kept suppressed all these years.  I sensed, that like other preteens,
Larissa was trusting.  Of course, that might have been just the side of
herself that she was now showing.  A child, whose mother was a sex worker,
must have developed some kind of emotional armor.  How many of Ilsa's dates
had Larissa met ?  How many of those dates had tried to use Ilsa to get to
Larissa ?  I looked into those almond shaped brown eyes and I wondered.



   Larissa was just beginning to develop.  Full A cup size breasts were
pushing out from her chest.  She had already developed a nice pooper.  Her
face was almost doll like with oversize eyes, a sculpted nose, and lips
that were neither too large or too small.  At five two, she was almost as
tall as her mother.



   During dinner, I kept my distance.  I know that mothers have a sense to
keep their children away from dangers and the last thing I wanted was to be
thought of as a predator.



   After dinner, I thanked the duo for the meal.  I then headed for the
door.  Larissa called out to me.  She ran over and gave me a hug.  It was
the first hug that I'd had in months.  This wasn't a stripper thanking me
kind of hug, but a true display of affection.  I let the hug go on for ten
seconds then said my goodbyes and left.



   The next afternoon, Ilsa and Larissa were strolling past the bar.  They
looked in the window and waved.  I saw Larissa ask Ilsa something.  Larissa
then ran in the bar and gave me a hug.  We made small talk for about thirty
seconds, then she left to rejoin her mom.



   The next evening, a Thursday, Ilsa and Larissa delivered my evening meal
to the bar.  Like Tuesday, we had dinner together.  I was beginning to feel
as if a family had adopted me.  It was then that fate stepped in.  Ilsa
confessed that she had clients on Thursday and Saturday evenings.  Instead
of Larissa being alone in a walled off area, could I be her company ?



   Of course my heart started doing hand springs.  I hoped that my emotions
wouldn't betray themselves.  I agreed to the arrangement.  Larissa thanked
me by jumping up and hugging me.  Soon after, Ilsa left to prepare for her
date.  Larissa stayed behind and I suddenly wondered what I had to
entertain a twelve year old girl.



   The hotel did have about sixty TV channels.  I also have about two
hundred DVD's.  I asked Larissa what she was interested in.  She agreed to
peruse my DVD collection.  She started asking questions when looking at my
collection.  I do have a number of European movies.  This was my chance to
educate a date about the difference between euromovies and the schlock
Hollywood usually marches out.  I ended up talking her into watching
"Memory of a Killer" as it's a good movie to watch to make the transition
into a genre that has more depth than what most Americans are used to.



   Larissa was hooked from the get go.  The shock value of the first two
minutes sucked her in.  She then watched, mesmerized, as the plot unfolded.
Near the end, she was shaken at the death of the anti hero.  She did cheer
at the ending as the heroes triumphed.



   As I popped the movie out of the DVD player, Larissa started raving
about the movie.  She then started running down the things that she liked.
Her revelry was cut short by her mother calling.  Ilsa's date had left and
it was time for Larissa to go upstairs.  For a moment, Larissa was bothered
by her mother's request, then she changed gears, emotionally.  She thanked
me for the evening and hugged me.  She then did something that really
caught me by surprise-she kissed me.  Actually, the kiss was only on the
corner of my lips, but it felt good.  She told me that she was looking
forward to Saturday and left.



   The next morning, I was still on a pheromone high thinking about
Larissa. My buzz was nearly killed by a visit from Lela.  Lela had heard
through the grapevine about my heroics earlier in the week.  She was upset
that I didn't tell her about it.  I explained that it wasn't a big deal and
there was enough witnesses (and most likely-video) that our involvement in
the event ended the moment our statements were taken.  There was nothing we
said or did that would draw attention to the hotel.  The cop taking the
report was satisfied that Ilsa and I didn't know each other.  Lela was
cautiously satisfied in my explanation, although she advised me to lay off
of the heroics.



   Saturday afternoon, Larissa dropped by after playing out by the pool. 
She was in a skin tight red bikini and looked absolutely delicious.  My
mind started doing flips as I contemplated the nipples that pressed against
the fabric of her top.  I kept my cool as she inquired about the evening's
activities.  I had already thought about movie selection.  I told her I was
in the mood for something light and suggested Major Payne.  To my surprise,
she hadn't seen the movie.  That was a relief.  She also asked if we could
have pizza.  I told her I would try.  She was thrilled at that and left
happy.  I called the front office and asked if pizza was possible.  Margie
told me she would have pizza delivered, but it would be charged to my
account (deducted from my paycheck).



   That evening we munched on pizza and laughed at the movie.  After the
movie she took notice of the jukebox.  Playing educator again, I started
instructing Larissa on rock n roll.  I told her about my favorite album and
started playing it.  The first song was an introspective tale about the
relationship between a girl and a radio D.J.  who plays songs for her.  The
next two songs have an upbeat rhythm that is easy to dance to.  Larissa
wanted to dance and we danced, hopping about like a pair of teenyboppers.
Near the end of the third song, I noticed we were being watched through the
window.  A customer then came in, congratulating us on our technique.  The
compliment harshed Larissa's mood.  The man ordered a drink and a bottle. I
filled his order and he left, but not before winking at Larissa.



   A couple of songs later, Larissa had put the incident behind her.  We
were dancing again when the phone rang.  It was time for Larissa to leave.
Like two nights earlier, she gave me a hug.  A kiss also followed.  This
kiss landed full on the lips.  She also caressed my cheek, then ran from
the room.



   I didn't see Larissa over the next few days.  On Tuesday, she caught me
just as I was about to head out.  There was the perfunctory "Where ya goin
?" question.  When I told her, she almost jumped for joy, wanting to go
along.  I made it clear that she needed her mother's permission.  She made
me promise to wait while she ran upstairs to get Ilsa's permission.  When
she ran upstairs, I was struck by a thought that saddened me.  Here's this
kid, all of twelve years of age, living with a bunch of adults.  In a
normal neighborhood, she would be riding a bike, skinning her knee,
climbing a tree, and discovering nature up close.  I started thinking of
ways to give her a day a kid would like.



   When we got to the city, I first took her to a firing range.  I rented a
.22 rifle for her.  She had never handled a weapon before.  I gave her a
class, then watched and encouraged her when she started firing.  I then
started popping off with my .38 revolver.  When she had gone through her
fifty rounds, I let her shoot off a few rounds with my gun.



   Next, I took her ice skating.  We arrived fifteen minutes before the
next session.  We watched the skaters for a few minutes, then had time to
pay, rent skates, and put the skates on.  I'm not at home on the ice.  She
hadn't been on the ice before, but she took to it rather quickly.  I envied
her ability to do well so quickly.  Because I was sore, I talked her into
quitting early.  Then, we had a late lunch at a nice eatery next to the
rink.



   Her face was alit with happiness.  She was having a great day.  Her
happiness bled over to me.

   I was feeling down when we lit out, but she had lifted my spirit.



   From the eatery, we went to a movie.  It was a kid's movie.  She enjoyed
it a lot more than I had, but I loved hearing her laugh.  After the movie,
we went home.  She went upstairs to her mom, but I still felt the need to
go out.  Even though I was in a building filled with pussy for rent, I
needed to be away from the place I worked.  I headed out to a strip joint.



   I ended up splitting the evening between two strippers.  The first was a
thirty year old single mother.  She was a good sounding board as I pondered
Larissa.  She told me how she worked her kids into her life.  The second
stripper told me that she was a college student, but it was obvious to me
that she was a professional.  We ended up having sex in the VIP room, but
it was just sex, and nothing spectacular.



   I was looking forward to seeing Larissa when she came over on Thursday.
She needed to work on a school project.  I lent her my laptop and she spent
an hour and a half flying around the computer doing a lot all at the same
time.  I don't know what they teach kids nowadays in computer class, but
she really seemed to know what she was doing.  It was while my eyes were
off of her that it happened.



   When I had stored my nude pics of Marie, I had left the file on my
desktop.  I didn't even think of securing the file, I just left it labeled
"Marie nude" not thinking that anyone would have access to my laptop. 
Larissa saw the file and opened it.  Her reaction completely caught me off
guard.



   "These pictures are really great" she observed.



   I walked over and saw the nude pics.  I felt panic, but I fought the
urge to grab the laptop away from her.



   "You shouldn't be looking at that", I told her.



   "Why not ?" She asked, "she's a girl, I'm a girl.  I could pose for
you."



   "She's eighteen", I countered, "and you're not.  I could go to prison
for a very long time for taking naked pictures of a twelve year old girl."



   "That law sucks."



   "When I was a kid", I explained, "that kind of thing was legal.  But
kids as young as four and five had things done to them.  It wasn't right.
The law was changed so that that kind of thing was only for adults.  It was
arbitrary.  Posing nude and having sex should only be done among people who
really care for each other.  It's like sexting.  If you take nude pictures
of yourself and send it to some boy, how do you know it won't end up on the
internet ?  I took pictures of Marie.  It was an accident that you saw
them. I won't put those pictures on the net.  She trusts me and deserves my
respect."



   "So, do you respect me ?" she asked.



   "Absolutely."



   "And trust me ?"



   "Yes."



   "So, let me pose for you."



   "Here's the thing.  If someone else sees Marie's pictures, no one will
get in trouble.  But if you get in an argument with your mom, it could slip
out that you posed.  I could end up in prison for fifty years.  I would die
in prison.  If your mom says it's okay, and she's there, we could do that,

   okay ?"



   "Okay" she said in a tone that said she was agreeing with me, but not
really agreeing.



   "Come here" I said with open arms.



   I gave her an affectionate hug.  "You're very special to me" I told her.




   She looked up and we kissed.  She stared into my eyes for a few seconds
and kissed me again.  The phone rang.  We let it go three rings before I
let her pick up.  It was her mom.  It was time for her to go upstairs.  We
kissed again and said an affectionate good night.



   The next afternoon, Ilsa came by with Larissa.  Blood ran cold in my
veins.  She explained that Larissa asked to pose nude.  I reiterated that
only if Ilsa was there.  Ilsa was fine with that and suggested the next
morning, as the light came through her windows quite well.



   The next morning, I was at Ilsa's place with my camera.  Larissa was
wearing a robe, and nothing else.  My dick sprang to attention and my heart
nearly leaped out of my chest when she opened her robe.  Large light tan
nipples topped tiny white mounds.  Her pubic area looked bare, but the robe
opened only a moment.  I had her close the robe and took her to her room.
We went through her closet and decided on an outfit for her.  I waited
while Ilsa helped her dress.  Ten minutes later, she came out in an overall
outfit.



   It was one of those overalls with short legs, the cuffs at upper thigh.
She was wearing a pink button down shirt.  Her outfit was completed by pink
socks and white sneakers.  Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail.



   I had her start out on the couch.  I had her take off the sneakers and
socks, snapping a picture at each stage.  She then stood and unsnapped the
overalls.  The overalls fell to the floor, leaving her only in the blouse
and panties.  As she began to unbutton the blouse, my heart started
fluttering and dive bombers appeared in my stomach-making bombing runs.



   As the blouse slid off of her shoulders and her beautiful chest came
into view my throat went dry and I made an audible gasp.  I then had her
turn and bare her beautiful ass.  After I snapped the picture, I had her
turn towards me again.  I snapped several pictures as she slowly slid the
waistband down.  After her pubic area came into view, I took one picture
with her panties at mid thigh.  Then, one more with her panties off and
dangling from a finger.



   Inspiration struck and I asked Ilsa to undress.  If this all blew up on
me, at least I wouldn't go down alone.  Once Ilsa was nude, I had her pose
on the couch with Larissa.  I took half a dozen shots with mother and
daughter.  If some prosecutor was going to nail me on child porn charges, I
would have absolute proof that her mother was present and consented.



   We then ended the photo shoot.  I took the camera downstairs to download
the pics into my laptop.  This time, I took care to place the file so that
it couldn't be found without a deliberate search.  Just as I finished doing
that, Larissa came downstairs to see the pictures.  She was delighted with
the pictures.  She gazed at them a bit, then remembered that she had a
scout function to go to.



   It was late evening when she returned.  She came directly to the bar. 
With a naughty look, she locked the door.



   "What's up ?" I asked.



   "Let's go to your room ?"



   "Why ?"



   "You'll see."



   When we got to my room, she had me sit down on the bed.  She then turned
to me and motioned to the zipper on the back of her Girl Scout dress.



   "What's this ?" I asked.



   She turned back towards me.



   "I like the way you look when I'm naked."



   "You do ?" I teased.



   "It's like how you look when you saw me in my bikini."



   "And, how's that ?"



   "You think I'm sexy, don't you ?"



   "Yes."



   "Unzip me then."



   She turned around again.  I went ahead and unzipped her dress.  As it
fell to the floor, and she stood there only in panties, she turned towards
me.



   "If we're going to do what we're___"



   She cut me off with "I talked to my mom after you left.  It's okay.  We
can do this."



   She took my hands and placed them on her waist.  I placed my index
fingers in the waistband of her panties.  I slid them down, past her hips,
past her thighs and knees.  Her panties fell to the floor.  She stepped out
of the panties.  I turned her and gently laid her on the bed.  I quickly
undressed and laid next to her.  I ran my hand through her hair.



   "You know I love you", I told her.



   "I love you too Doug."



   "Adults don't share what they do in the bedroom."



   "I won't get you in trouble, I promise."



   I kissed her.  She reached up and started carressing my head as we made
out.  I started caressing her chest, feeling her tiny boobs.  A few minutes
later, I started kissing her neck, then moved down to her chest.  I spent
several minutes on each nipple.  She started breathing deep and panting
like a little girl.



   I moved between her legs.  Closeup, I could see some peachfuzz was
starting there.  I closed my mouth over her tiny slit and worked her slit
with my tongue.  She tensed, clawed at the sheets, and moaned.  She started
arcing her back.  I prepared to mount her.



   I placed my dick at her tiny opening.  I started working the head of my
dick in.  It took some effort, but I finally got the head.  She gasped and
pretended it didn't hurt.  I gave her several minutes to get used to me,
then I pushed in her an inch.  She tried to suppress an "Ow".  She began to
worry I was going to quit, so she reached up and started caressing my arms.
Acouple of minutes later I pushed another inch in.



   Her tight little pussy was squeezing my dick like an iron fist.  It
hurt, but I was deeply aroused.  I started working the little bit I had in.
She was panting and moaning.  I felt her relax a bit.  I was able to get
more in her.  Finally, I was able to go balls deep.



   I paused acouple of times to kiss her and to prolong our love making. 
Finally, I reached the point of no return.  I increased the frequency of my
strokes.  Finally, I pushed all the way in and pumped my love juice in her.
The pulsing caught her by surprise and she gasped as I tried not to
collapse entirely on her.



   A moment later, I softened and popped out of her.  I felt our fluids
gush out of her.  We looked in each other's eyes.  We laughed, then kissed.




   "It will get better", I promised, "it takes awhile for lovers to get
used to each other."



   She answered with a kiss and a caress.



   Epilogue: Larissa became a daily part of my life.  Her mother, among
others, were aware that we were lovers.  I wised up and started using
condoms to keep from complicating our lives.  The hotel job lasted another
year.  On her days off, Marie's older sister, Jen, got caught with a large
amount of cocaine.



   She cut a deal with the cops.  She threw Lela and her two assistants
under the bus.  Three of the fifty girls were charged with various
offenses. Luckily, it was my day off.  Larissa and I were fifty miles away.
I did some tap dancing to avoid alcohol charges, telling the cops that I
just did various tasks and heavy lifting for Lela.  Lela could've thrown me
under the bus, but she didn't.



   After a short stint in a real hotel, Ilsa, Larissa, and I moved into a
house that I bought.  Soon after, Ilsa became involved with a sugar daddy
while she took classes at a community college.  After a year, she landed an
administrative job.  Then, she married her sugar daddy.



   Larissa and I married right after her sixteenth birthday.  Her mother
gave her away at the wedding and a friend from school served as her matron
of honor.  The wedding party was small, only six people, but our reception
was a party attended by family and some of the former hotel residents.  A
large time was had by all.



   After high school, Larissa plans on a vocational school-something
medical.



   The End.



   If you like my story, check out my website at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dude/www/PTandTeen.html








   
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