Sandra

by Varangian

Sandra was ten going on eleven when I moved into the shabby trailer park on the edge of a small industrial city.� She lived across the court with her mother, whom I soon learned was an amateur whore and a drug addict.

The little kid stood chest high to me then and weighed no more than eighty pounds.� She had light brown hair that her mother probably cut to avoid the expense of a salon.� It was short, almost like a boy�s.� Her pretty oval face had delicate features.� Her eyes were capable of opening wide in wonder.� She was a delightfully animated girl, and I fell in love with her at once.

�Where do you work?� she asked me that first day.

�I don�t have a job,� I replied, �but I�m looking for one.�

Actually I was a thirty two year old embezzler who had absconded with six hundred thousand dollars.� I kept the money in shoe boxes.� I thought that living poor was a good disguise, and I had become acquainted with an underworld that furnished me with false ID.

This sounds foolish, I know.� With that much money I could have moved off shore to some country where living costs were low.� I could have bought a villa and employed servants. But I wanted to remain near home, near the Great Lakes.

Over the next six months I watched Sandra grow ever taller and more filled out.� And during the following year she entered a growth spurt.� She grew small breasts and developed graceful legs that I ogled shamelessly.� At twelve she stood less than a head shorter than I, and I thought her a sexually desirable beauty.� I looked forward to our daily chats.

She was having trouble at home.� It pained me to see her so morose.

�Mom is always sick,� she told me, �and her boyfriends bother me.�

�Do they try to touch you?� I asked.

�Yeah, all the time.� Last night Mom hit me when I wouldn�t let a guy do what he wanted with me.�

I was appalled, of course, but I was in no position to complain to the police.

�You can hide with me, if things get too bad at times,� I told her.

�Thanks, Jeff.� You�re a nice guy.�

A week later she pounded on my door.� She was in tears.

�What�s the matter, sweetheart?�

�Mom�s new boyfriend got drunk and poked me in my privates.� He hurt me.�

�He raped you?�

�He used his fingers.� I bled.�

I wanted to go over and kill the bastard, but of course I could not.� Instead, the girl stayed with me that night.

She shared my bed, because I only had one.� She slept in shirt and panties.� I stayed up after she went to bed, drinking perhaps too much, pondering the situation.� I frequently went to look at her. �She had tangled the sheets.� She slept on her side with thumb in mouth, well fleshed young legs bent.� Her legs were stunning, I thought, especially the soft, inviting thighs.� I wanted to touch her and more, to kiss and lick her body.� But I restrained myself and just whacked off while gazing at her beauty.

* * *

I awoke the next morning with Sandra curled to me from behind.� I was startled until I remembered the situation.� I rolled over, waking her.

�Hi, Jeff,� she said in her high pitched, little girl voice.

I urgently wanted to kiss her young, pretty face, but morning bad breath and caution overruled my desire.� I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.� I was clad just in boxer shorts and my cock was hard.� I doubted that a piss would soften it, because the sight of Sandra�s white panties that pulled in at her crack and her luscious upper thighs were too arousing.� I rose and went into the bathroom where I pissed and whacked off again.

�What are you going to do?� I asked her as I pulled on my trousers.

Her shirt was half unbuttoned and I could see the soft swell of a pubescent tit.

�Maybe I should go talk with your mother,� I said.

�I�d like to stay with you, Jeff.� That would be so much nicer.�

An idea then popped into my head, one made possible by illegality all around.

�I�ll be right back,� I told her and left the trailer still buttoning my shirt.

I went across the court to Sandra�s trailer and banged on the door.� After a wait the girl�s mother appeared to stare at me with a flushed, blowzy face.

�What do you want?� she asked in a raspy voice.

�It�s about Sandra,� I said.

�Do you have her?�

�She stayed with me last night after she ran away.� You�re friend evidently raped her with his fingers.�

�Hah!� It�s about time she earned her keep.�

�How much do you want for her?� I asked.

�You want to buy the kid?�

The unattractive, over-weight woman squinted at me in calculation.

�Yes.� How much do you want?�

�She�s my precious baby, you know.�

�How much?�

�Five thousand dollars.�

I hesitated to agree, because had I done so too quickly she would have upped the price.

�I�ll have to check if I can raise that much,� I said.� �I�ll be back in an hour.�

I returned to my rented trailer intending to pack the car with my stuff and get ready to leave.

�You said you wanted to live with me,� I said to the girl, who gazed up at me so innocently.

�Yeah, Jeff,� she responded, a flicker of hope brightening her pretty, young face.

�You�ll be my girl.� Do you understand?�

She nodded without hesitation.

Together we packed the car.� I handled the shoe boxes, from one of which I extracted five thousand dollars.� Then I went back across the court and banged on the door of Sandra�s mother.

�Did you come up short, fella?� she sneered.

I handed her a packet of fifty one hundred dollar bills.� She counted them carefully.

�It�s all here,� she said and seemed about to say more.

I quickly turned and left.� Sandra was already in the car.� We drove off at once.

�I have to stop and get some papers, Sandra.� You�re going to be my daughter.� Then we�ll find a nice place to live.�

She reached over to pet the back of my head.� I grinned at her and she responded in kind.

We waited for a couple of hours at Garcia�s place until the forged documents were ready.� They included a birth certificate that named me as Sandra�s father and a transcript from her school.� Then we set off for the Lake Michigan shore south of Traverse City where we would begin a new life.

�Are we going to have sex?� she asked as I roared down the on-ramp.

I did not answer.

* * *

Sandra was affectionate.� She cuddled to me frequently and kissed my cheek.� But I thought that she was playing a defensive game, seeking to ward off greater intimacy.� She had her own room in our new house in the country north of Bear Lake.� Although I lusted for her, I refused to be assertive.� For the next two weeks we were like boxers circling.

Then she had her first period.� She avoided telling me about it, but after a day it became obvious.� She was a mess.� I went to a drug store and bought some Tampons.� Upon returning home I handed them to her, telling her that she should read the instructions and do what was necessary.

�I suppose I could get knocked up now,� she said, averting her face.

�Yes, but you�d need a guy to help.�

�I could use the pill.�

What was she thinking? I wondered.� She leaned against me so seductively.

�Do you want me to get the pills?� I asked in a hushed voice.

She nodded.

Still, I was not certain that she had invited me to have sex with her.� She was just a confused kid.� I got a forged prescription for the pills, and a couple of days later handed them to her.

Another week passed.� My lust for her had me climbing the walls.� I was whacking off twice a day.� I had bought the child but I did not own her.

I went into her room one morning to waken her for breakfast.� A leg extended from beneath the sheet.� I could see it all from toes to the edge of her panties.� The shapely calf had a light down.� The thigh flared more dramatically.� It was well fleshed and obviously soft.� She slept with thumb lightly in mouth.� Such an adorable child, I thought, but so sexy.

I sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her thigh, fingers resting high up on its inner softness.� She woke, turned her head and smiled at me.

�Hi, Jeff,� she said.

I leaned down and kissed her like an adult.

�I want you,� I said against her lips.

�I know,� she responded in her little girl voice.

My fingers found her panty clad groin.� I didn�t know how she would respond, but I was desperate.

�Higher,� she said, surprising me.

Gazing down at the young beauty I masturbated her to orgasm.� The climax was not� remarkable, just a spasm that shook her slight frame and ten seconds or so of mewling groans.� But it was a beginning.

�I liked that, Jeff,� she said after regaining composure.

My eyes dwelt on her pretty, childish face, so innocent despite the rape by a stranger and the orgasm I had just delivered.� I was conflicted.� I truly loved the girl and wanted to protect her from the world, but my lust for her girlish body was unbounded.

�I don�t want you to be angry at me,� I said, placing a palm over an immature tit.

�I love you, Jeff, but you make me afraid.�

�Afraid?� How so?�

�I don�t know.� You look at me funny.�

�I want to have sex with you.� That explains my expression.�

�Then why don�t you do it?� I�ll be quiet and won�t complain.�

�But darling, I love you too, more than you can possibly know.� I can�t take advantage of you.�

She looked up at me with a very confused look on her delicate face.

�Sex can be nasty,� she said.

�Was it nasty when I rubbed you to pleasure just now?�

�Was that sex?� she asked in total innocence.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed to embrace the child.� We would start from the beginning.� She returned my kiss eagerly and even ventured her tongue out to meet mine.� She did not object when I slipped a hand under her shirt to fondle a pubescent tit.

�Why did you ask for birth control pills?� I questioned her in a soft voice.

�Because you might get drunk some night and knock me up.�

�Do you think I�m like that?�

�Guys are.�

�Darling!� I�m not like the guys you�ve encountered.� I would never harm you.

�The guy who pushed his fingers into me said it wouldn�t hurt, but it did.�

I kissed her neck not knowing how I could gain her confidence after god knows what horrors she had experienced.

�We�ll sleep together tonight, darling,� I whispered against her ear.� �I�ll protect you from all demons.�

* * *

The day seemed to last forever as I waited for my darling to return from school.� We went to bed shortly after supper, even though it was still light outside.� She relaxed and fell asleep.� I stayed awake for hours protecting her from demons, the most fearsome being myself.

I had touched her intimately and she had responded with an orgasm, but I feared doing it again.� The kid had known only exploitative persons, people not like me.� I desired her profoundly but I just kissed the back of her neck as she slept.� No.� I stroked her soft, young thigh and felt guilty about it� I had to engage her as a lover.

�I want to buy you new clothes, darling,� I told her the next morning at the breakfast table.

She smiled, but it was obvious that she was in search of more than new duds.

�How long will I live with you, Jeff?� she asked

The question rattled me, because she implied that at some point I would discard her.

�Forever, darling, forever.�

�That�s a long time,� she said, not believing me.

I reached across the table and took her hand in mine.� I stared into her girlish face.

�I�m hopelessly in love with you, Sandra.� I can�t think straight.� Tell me what to do.�

She raised her other hand and caressed my forearm, stroking it while looking at me in a curious fashion that I could not interpret.

She giggled childishly.� �I can�t tell you what to do, Jeff.�

I was so frustrated!� I decided on a much cruder approach.� I rose from the table.

�Let�s go back to bed, darling,� I said.� �I really need you.� Maybe afterwards . . .�

I left the words hanging, because I didn�t know how to finish them.� She obediently accompanied me to my bedroom.� I realized that she would let me do whatever I wanted with her, but what I most desired � loving trust � she withheld.

I undressed the girl and relished her nakedness like a pervert.� Her shoulders were narrow and she possessed no hips.� Small, pale breasts poked from her chest.� Hairs curled at the immature pussy lips from which a clit hood protruded dramatically.� And those legs!� I stroked them as I pushed my face at her rounded belly.

�Lie down, darling,� I said, and she did so without hesitation or protest.

I undressed beside the bed looking down at the budding girl who was not quite adolescent.� She gazed at my erect cock when it came into view then at my face.� She did not smile.� I laid beside her.

�Do you have sexual feelings?� I asked.� �Do you sometimes rub your special spot?�

She nodded.� �I like doing that,� she said.

I pulled her to me.� �I want to give you that pleasure, darling.� Can you accept it from me?�

When she nodded, I continued, �But I�m also selfish.� I have my own needs.� You can give me pleasure, and if you don�t want to join in, I can just take it while you lie quietly.�

�I�ll do whatever you want, Jeff.�

�I want you to desire me, Sandra, but perhaps it�s too soon for that.� Let�s just have sex and enjoy ourselves.�

She smiled finally and responded to my kisses, meeting my tongue with hers.� I slavered her young flesh as I moved my mouth down the immature body, soon reaching those luscious thighs, where I lingered.� I began to kiss and lick her pussy lips and surrounding areas but avoided her clit.� I teased her until she squirmed and moaned in arousal before placing my lips over the clit hood.� I licked and sucked her to a powerful orgasm.� She cried out at its onset and gasped until it abated.� Then I teased her again.� I gave her three more orgasms in the course of the next twenty minutes before mounting her and slipping my cock inside a very tight vagina.� I kissed her lips as we fucked.� I came explosively, ecstatically.

She relaxed in my embrace and we dozed off for a time.

�That was nice,� she eventually said.

�We could do it often, if you want.�

�I�d like that.�

Although I wanted to linger in bed and enjoy another bout of sex, we got up, showered and went clothes shopping.

* * *

I had her stand a few feet away from my chair so I could ogle her naked form, because I took endless, perverse delight in seeing the evidence of her childishness � the lack of hips, scant pubic hair, little tits and girlish face.

We had been fucking for the past week, but we had yet to make love.� Although she had said on occasion that she loved me, it remained obvious that she was not �in love� as I was.� Still, she twice initiated our sex play.� That�s progress of a sort.�

She would do anything I asked.

�Will you suck on my cock, darling, and let me come in your mouth?�

�If you want.�

�Is it something you would like to do?�

�I�ve never done it before, Jeff.�

I waved her over.� She knelt in front of me and stuffed my flaccid cock into her mouth, quickly sucking it to erection.� I sat back in my chair to gaze at her lovely, young face.� I stroked her head.

�You don�t have to do it, Sandra.� If you don�t want to, just stop.�

She looked up at me.� With sunken cheeks she nodded and continued sucking my knob for three or four minutes until my pleasure stirred.� Then I pushed her head away and tried to calm myself.

�This is not right,� I declared.� �I�m just using you.�

�I want to taste you, Jeff.�

�Do you really?� If that�s true, you may suck some more.�

She did so, bobbing on my cock slightly, but mostly sucking the knob.� When I was about to come, I placed my left hand at the back of her head.

�Open your mouth, darling!�

She parted her lips and I jacked my stuff into her mouth, aiming at the side so she would not gag.� Like all orgasms this one was a tremendous pleasure, but the satisfaction was enhanced because my darling Sandra wanted to taste my spunk.� She looked up at me with messy, pursed lips.� She did not know what to with it.

�Go spit into the toilet,� I suggested, �then rinse your mouth.� Maybe you�d like to brush your teeth.�

She shortly returned redolent of tooth paste to sit on my lap.� I snuggled the child with profound affection.

�Would you like to taste me some other time?� I asked.

She nodded.� Then she floored me!

�Can I call you Daddy?� she asked with a grin on her adorable face.

�Yes you may, darling.� Is that the way you see me?�

�I�ve never had a daddy before.� They�re supposed to be nice, like you.�

The spontaneous, eager kiss she then gave me signaled our bonding.� I felt both relief and exaltation.� She indeed loved me, just not in the way I had expected.

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