Gavin, our sturdy San Francisco boy, finds a fair young lady distressed.
Genesis It was a beautiful late September afternoon in San Francisco. The Powell Street cable car
plaza was free of tourists. The street bands were still holding their usual spots, but their music
was muted, relaxed, as if the musicians needed some catalyst from an audience to really come alive.
I had left my office early, intending to go to the Golden Gate Street "Y" for a jazzercise work
out. There are moments in our lives when the world disappears, the sun warms, sights and sounds
fade, our inner spirits seem to hover outside our bodies. That was my state when a very young woman
interrupted with, "Wanna date?" Flustered, popped so sharply back to reality, I could only stare at
her, my mouth hanging open. She was short, plump, a sweet faced late teens with long flowing, light
brown hair. She smiled and arched her back, displaying firm breasts under her tight Tee shirt. When
I lifted my eyes to hers, I felt an immediate, strong connection with her. I became aware of sad
desperation, a yearning for something lost, never to be found again. I could only mumble, "Sorry,"
and turn away. It's been years since that event, but I've never forgotten her face, nor the
feelings she shared in that brief moment. So let's go exploring. What might happen if two empaths
joined together? Empathy may be more an awareness of body language and facial expressions than a
'mental' connection, but what would happen if...? The Runaway Child Chapter One - Discovery Summer
in San Francisco is pleasantly cool. Tourists standout because they wear shorts and tee shirts and
shiver a lot. But today was that odd day in June when the weather turned around and the wind
carried the heat from the central valleys to The City By the Bay. I'm walking down Market Street on
this beautiful afternoon, crunching the last of an ice cream cone and returning smiles. Turning
onto Turk Street, I see a young woman come out of 'A Dark and Dirty Place for Books'. She looks
like a high school kid, wearing a red tube top under an extra large red and gold Niner's jacket
over baggy black jeans. I stared at her small, round bare belly as she approached. Her pale tummy
had my total concentration, oddly. As we passed I heard a soft mumble, "Wanna date?" I took about
two steps further before it stopped me. "Whaat?" I said, spinning around almost tripping over my
own feet. The girl was still walking away, but smiling over her shoulder, one eye hidden behind her
light brown, almost golden in the sunlight, long hair. As I approached her, she reversed her
direction, grinning as if delighted. I noticed tension in her eyes. "You heard me, didn't you?" Her
eyes sparkled and danced over a wicked little grin. "Yes, but you look a little young to be
'dating'." Using her euphemism. A fearful look flashed across her pretty face. "You a cop?" "Are
you?" I said, shaking my head. She giggled, very cute, "No, of course not." "Flash me." "What do
you mean, flash you?" "Show me your tits so I know you're not a decoy. What's your name, girl?" I
knew she wasn't a decoy, she didn't have that detached look behind her eyes, or that 100 yard stare
street sex workers seem to have. Glancing quickly around, she put her thumbs under the tube top and
lifted it to briefly display a cute pair of pink nippled pointy cupcakes. "Marla. What's yours?"
"Just call me 'Higgins'," I smiled a friendly face at her. God, she is the one and she's cute! I
felt a momentary fluster within my excitement. This young woman was the source of the stress I'd
been feeling for the past few days. "So?" she smirked, her eyebrows waggling. "You wanna a date, or
not?" "Come with me," I said, taking her arm to steer her between parked cars, waving to a taxi
turning the far corner. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, nervous now, reluctant, holding back.
"My place. Don't worry. You are perfectly safe with me." "How do I know that for sure?" she said
tightly, frowning, pulling a half step away. "Look, little girl! If you have the balls to offer
strangers 'dates', you must know how to take care of yourself. Right?" "Yeah, I can take care of
myself," she said with heated defiance, a bit of a glare in her eye. The taxi stopped. I opened the
back door, gesturing for her to enter. She took a deep breath and blew out through pursed lips. She
gave me a calculating look before bending herself into the back seat. God, she's delicious! My eyes
fondled her curvy little ass. "Potrero Hill. 17th St. park," I yelled at the driver, a turbaned
Sikh. He was staring intently at us, his eyes bouncing from the girl to me and back again in his
rear view mirror. "Okay, little sister. I will not tell mom you cut school. We'll get your problem
sorted out." I reached over and patted her shoulder. The taxi lurched forward. Marla looked at me
with big, questioning eyes. Her mouth opened as if she would ask something. I waved a flat hand
over my knee and pointed my forefinger at the driver. She blinked, nodded, scrunching her lips
tightly shut. The taxi made a hard left onto Polk St. throwing her body over onto mine. I could
smell her rancid hair. Another fact cataloged. As I helped her straighten up, she pressed her hand
on my leg. Her fingernails were ragged, chewed short, half her pink fingernail polish chipped off
and there was a raw hangnail patch on her ring finger. Cataloged. I looked at her pretty face
closely. Clear skin, lightly tanned. A wide mouth with full lips framing even teeth. "Howya doin'
in school, Sis? Still aceing Math and History?" That surprised her. She made big eyes at me then
nodded her head and started to speak, but I cut her off. "I'm psychic," I said with no expression.
We got a green at Market Street. We rode in silence as 10th Street changed to Potrero. Traffic was
light and we had a green at 17th Street. A moment later I was throwing a ten at the driver as we
scrambled out. "Keep the change. Thanks." I turned to face Marla. She looked at me sharply with
hard eyes. "Let's go sit on the bleachers. We need to have a little chat." The sun felt pleasantly
warm, it was too early in the day for a breeze. As we walked towards the bleachers, Marla took off
her jacket and twirled it over her shoulder. "You like the 'Niners?" She gave me a 'Duh' look.
"Where do you live?" "The Avenues. Do you live around here?" she said, looking directly at me for
the first time in a while. "Yup." I gestured up the hill with my chin. "Nice. It's warm in this
part of The City. I like the fog swirling around out in the Avenues though. Unless I'm down." We
sat ourselves on the first row of the bleachers. I straddling the bench for the pleasure of facing
her. "Tell me your story." She slumped, pushing her fists between her knees, her long hair hiding
her face. The back of her arm was speckled with little red dots from elbow to armpit. Cataloged.
She turned her head, one blue eye peeped at me. She lifted her hair and hooked it behind her ear.
"You're the psychic, you tell me." Her sweet faced grin charmed. "And tell me your name again."
"Higgins. You don't want to marry your boyfriend." She shook her head and scrunched her lips.
"Right. Not this one. I hang with him 'cause he eats me good." She looked for my reaction and
seemed surprised that I just nodded. "That important?" "Sometimes I get horny, I guess."
"Sometimes?" "A couple of times a month I get so horny that I wear out my vibrator. Almost." She
chuckled and sat up straight. She tilted her head back and scanned the sky, not seeing anything.
"If it wasn't rechargeable, I'd go broke buying batteries." I laughed with her. "Tell me what
happened. Why were you hooking today?" She pivoted her butt around, throwing a leg over the
bleacher's aluminum plank seat. She took another deep breath, the little pillows on her chest very
enticing. "Well, yesterday, Jed and me, that's my boyfriend, were doin' it in my bedroom." She
shuddered and closed her eyes. "One minute after Jed left, my step dad walks in. He didn't bother
knocking, he just walks in like he owns the place." She barked a little laugh. "Well, he does own
the place but..." She made her face look annoyed. "It's my room and..." "Stepfather?" I
interrupted, wanting the heart of the scene. "Paul is a really great guy and all, but I just don't
feel good fucking my mother's husband. That's too weird. Even for me. You know?" "Mm, hm." I
agreed. "I'm sitting Indian like on my bed, still naked, he just walks up to me and whips out the
biggest dong I've ever seen in my life." She gave me a wide eyed look, shaking her head in
disbelief. "Well, to cut to the chase, he stuck that whopper in my face and told me to suck it."
She wrapped her arms around herself and laughed softly, twisting her body slowly. "So I did. Sort
of," she mused. "Only that baby fist head would fit. He held my head and started jacking off really
fast." She gulped. "That really scared me. I didn't want a mouthful of his... You know." She
stopped, her mouth twisting like she was remembering the feel and didn't like the memory. I didn't
say a word. "He was panting and moaning, telling me how good it felt, how he'd wanted to do this to
me for such a long time. That scared me even more, like he'd been lurking around with a hot rod in
his pants for me. God, his face was so red, and he had spit bubbling in the corners of his mouth."
She slumped again, almost curling into a fetal position, her hair a cascade of highlights around
her knees. "Actually, you know, it feels good to tell somebody about this." She tilted her head to
look at my face. "It's been feeling like a turd stuck sideways." She put a soft smile on under sad
eyes. "Yeah, there's a little dark spot inside you, Marla. It seems to be fading." I spoke softly
with much warmth. Her little face, framed by her hair, broke out in a bigger, more relaxed smile.
"Keep talking." "Okay. After a minute he yanks my hair really hard and flips me onto my back. He
grabs my ankles, jams my legs up wide and tells me to 'Put it in'. He keeps begging me, 'Put it
in.' 'Put it in.' I felt like he had control of my brain. I grabbed that fat pecker and aimed it
for him." She shuddered and gave a tiny grunt. She seemed to be breathing faster than a moment
before. "Higgins, I swear to you, when he jammed his cock into me, I felt like my fairy godmother
had granted me a wish. For the first time, I felt filled. One minute I was empty, the next I was
full. My boy friend had just preheated the oven and I was ready to bake some cake." She started
rocking back and forth, shaking her head in wonderment. "He pulled out and jammed me hard. He let
out a big grunt when he bottomed out. He'd hold still for a moment then he'd pull almost all the
way out and jam in again." She was quiet for a long minute. "After a minute or so, it seemed, he
did something I've never done before. He pulled my legs down and got his legs outside of mine. He
starts humping on me real fast. His cock is rubbing my clit up and down and..." She took a slow
breath. "I started coming on his cock. That's never happened before." She shook her head slowly
back and forth, her eyes big. "I've got to get away from him. He wants more, and, to be honest, so
do I." She took a deep breath and sat up straight. She made a very determined face. "He's
beautiful, you know," she said wistfully, "I know he'll want to knock me up. I kinda want him to,
but that'd be a really, really bad thing." "Why's that, Marla." "'Cause Momma would know. As soon
as she saw the baby, she'd know and it would kill her. She loves him truly. Shit, if I went home
tonight she'd see it in my face when I looked at him." "Is he black, Marla?" She nodded. "I can't
go back," she whispered. "Where can you go, then?" "My sister's. She lives in Tahoe City," She'd
let me stay. She's got room." "So you need money for?" "Bus." "My name's Gavin." I held out my
hand. She gave me a startled look, her arm lifting slowly. I wrapped my big hand around her tiny
fingers and stood. "Marlene. Marly." She rose and shuffled up to me. We wrapped each other in a
tight hug. I turned my face away from her stinky hair. "You're gonna be good to me, aren't you."
she didn't make it a question. "Yes, I am. Very good." "Why? How?" "Don't exactly know yet, but I
think some good stuff will be happening soon. For both of us. Let's go." We walked slowly, enjoying
the sun's warmth, hand in hand. We smiled into each others faces. Her expressive little face open
and happy. "Where are you taking me, Gavin?" "Home. To my condo up there in the Mews." -------- She
looked around, wide eyed, as we stepped through the door. "Hey, this is pretty fancy," she
exclaimed. She darted over to a painting to peer closely at it. "Wow, French impressionist. Is it
real?" She bent to read the brass label. "Hungry, Marly?" I swatted her butt lightly. She swiveled
her hips, offering the other cheek. I obliged her. "Whatcha got?" she grinned, putting a sparkly
eyed, lascivious expression on her face. "Bread and cheese, at least." She gave me a pout. Faux,
but very cute. "God, you're cute, pretty girl!" "That's redundant," she said smartly. "No, not at
all. You are very pretty and you can be ever so cute sometimes." "Thank you, sir. I like the way
you said that." "Mm?" "So sincere, so honest. Like I totally believe you. You like me, don't you."
She made it a statement of fact. "Don't let it go to your head. You are a little ragged around the
edges." That killed her smile so I softened the impact by cupping her cheek in my hand for a
moment. "Time for you to slice some bread, little girl." I pulled her arm towards the kitchen. As
she danced in front of me. I ogled her sweet little ass. Don't think I'll ever get tired of that.
"There's a bread knife in the rack. There's a baguette in that basket." I waved vaguely at the
counter next to the sink. "Hey, there's a pool down there," she exclaimed. "Tennis courts, too."
She was standing on tiptoes at the sink, leaning forward to look out the window, her arms braced on
the counter top. I rummaged in the fridge looking for lunch fixings. I carried last night's
leftover salad and half a round of Brie to the counter alongside Marly, couldn't help but stare at
her delicious profile. Her ass was a little bubble of joy. Her slouch made it stick out and her
bare, rounded belly stick out in front. Her breasts were looking very tasty too. Slice the tops off
jumbo muffins and stick 'em under a tight shirt. That's the picture. "How old are you, Marlene?"
She flashed me a tight eyed look. "Sixteen," she said after a moment. I tilted my head. "Okay,
fourteen, but I'm a sophomore." She blinked and looked away. "I'll be fifteen in August." Her eyes
darted back to mine. "I skipped second grade," she said proudly as if guessing my next question. I
tossed her the Brie, and tonged salad onto two plates. "Slice that into thin strips. It's too cold
to smear." "Don't you have a girl friend, Gavin?" Her tone hopeful. "You live in a fancy place, and
you aren't ugly or anything." I gave her my best 'Gee, thanks' look. "My girl friend transferred to
L. A. a while ago." I felt a small twinge. "I miss her, but her parents are not well. She wants to
help take care of them. Can't get in the way of that." I made a big sigh that I regretted sharing.
"Do you miss her a lot? You seemed really sad." "Yeah, but it's better this way. We had some
serious issues that probably couldn't be resolved." "Like?" "She wasn't that much fun in bed."
"Maybe that was your fault." I looked at her hard, but she just raised her eyebrows. "I've had to
play teacher with three boys so far. I dumped the first two 'cause they wouldn't do what I wanted."
"Eat you out?" I felt like being crass with her. "Eat me out with enthusiasm. They didn't get into
it, and I didn't get off on it." She was very matter of fact. A sudden realization. "Ah, that's why
your step dad is so dangerous. It's not that he's big, and gets you off with his cock. He hit you
with intense enthusiasm. True?" "Lots and lots of enthusiasm." Her tinkling laughter seemed to fill
the kitchen. "What do you want to drink?" "Got some beer?" "Becks or Coors?" "Coors." She
pronounced it curs. We ate in silence. She forked her salad, chewing noisily with her mouth open. I
decided to keep mine shut. For the moment, anyway. "What's your name, Marlene?" "I don't like my
name. It's Finklestein. Until I started beatin' 'em up, kids called me Tinklestein." "Piss pot, so
to speak." "I didn't think of that," she laughed. "That's funny. Sort of." "You seem like you're
pretty smart. Are you?" She nodded her head. "Yeah, I read a lot." She held my eyes for a moment as
if debating how much she should reveal.

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 "And I get good grades." "Good. I think you've got four
options. Want to hear what I think?" She nodded her head. I could see half chewed lettuce and
tomato in her mouth. "Close your mouth, please." She did. Number one. Do nothing. Get on the pill
and enjoy. A sour look flashed across her face. "I am on the pill." "Number two. Go home and talk
with your mother. Get it out in the open. She must know you are sexually active, right?" "No!" she
screeched. "She'd shit nickels if I told her 'cause I'm her baby forever. Besides, she'd be totally
destroyed if she found out Paul dicked me." "Okay, number three. Go live with your sister. Can she
afford to feed you?" "Yeah, barely. She owns a store," she paused to look away, frowning, "and I
could work for her part time, I guess. What's the fourth?" "Live here with me." She showed me half
chewed lettuce and tomato again. "Will you close your mouth. You're grossing me out." I didn't
regret the snarl. "Sorry," she whined, looking embarrassed. I heard her teeth click as she chewed
and swallowed noisily before asking, "Why would you want me to live with you?" I spoke slowly with
great firmness, "Because I am psychic." She looked confused, wary again, shaking her head, not
understanding. "And so are you." Her empty, thank god, mouth gaped open. "Are you looney tunes or
something? What do you mean, psychic?" "I'm aware of your feelings. I can find lost things. I can
see the future." "Nobody can do stuff like that. I know I can't." "Yes, you can. Look how quickly
you came to trust me. How fast you picked up that I am on your side, that I like you." "Yeah, I
guess so." She was staring wide eyed at me, nodding her head, but not convinced. "Everybody is
psychic to some degree in different ways. Most are just not tuned in enough to trust it. I can see
the future, but it's blurry so I can't predict specific events. I can't find lost people, but I'm
able to find lost objects." "So you're an empath like that woman on Star Trek. What was her name?"
"I don't know. Troi? Doesn't matter." "What does being an empath do for you?" "It means I cry more
often than I like." "Hunh?" "I went to a co-worker's funeral. I didn't know the guy very well, but
I cried big time. The involved people's emotions just overwhelmed me. Grief is very powerful, but
so is joy." "Are you a shrink?" "Nope. I'm a financial consultant." "Hah. That's taking advantage
of your talents, I guess." She waved her hand around the kitchen. "That explains how you can afford
a fancy place like this." "And a lot more." "More?" "I own a condo in Tahoe just below Alpine
Meadows, and a small working ranch in Montana." "I'm beginning to believe you, that you're
psychic." She had a thoughtful look on her face. "Alpine Meadows, the ski area?" "Yeah." "What's it
going to cost me?" "You'll be my live-in lover." I paused to let her absorb the idea. "And I'll be
your mentor." "Why would I want to be your lover?" Her eyebrows scrunched together. "Mentor?" "I'm
not as big as your step dad, but I can match his enthusiasm, and I'll help you find and use your
talents. It took me about ten years to get mine sorted out. Early on I was more at their mercy than
anything else. Why are you blushing?" "You have to ask?" She shook her head, "I still don't believe
this." "Look. You are a smart, pretty, fourteen year old hot body, and I'm hot for you. I want to
feel your sweet lips on my cock when I squirt. Either pair. Is that plain enough? Sorry, didn't
mean to yell at you." "It's okay. But why me? Why am I so 'lucky' if everybody's got this psychic
talent." She held her hands out and flapped them as if to prompt more words from my mouth. "Not
luck. I knew you would be there, on Turk Street. Well, not you, but somebody like you. You pulled
me to you as if you were a magnet. It's like we're connected in some way I don't understand."
"Why?" Her face mirrored her confusion. "You've been very emotional the past few days, right? You
are like a bright beacon in my head. I almost had no choice." "Oh." She didn't have a response.
"Finish your lunch. It's time for our first fuck." "Oh, right. Just like that. You a romantic too?"
"Can't help it. I'm like your stepfather right now. You've been fucking my head for at least two
days and if I don't get off with you soon, I'll explode." She nodded and looked at me, blinking
rapidly. I sipped beer and watched her as she nibbled bread. She seemed a little nervous as she
poked at her cheese. "What kind of cheese is this?" "French Brie." "It's good. I like the crusty
part too." She sucked a cheesy forefinger. Her full lips pursed around her slim finger for a long
moment. "Take your top off, Marlene," giving her a tight grin, my eyes dancing . "Why?" she
snapped. "You are some kind of dirty old man. Jeez." She crossed her arms, pulled the tube top off
over her head and threw it at me. I inhaled her heady body aroma as I pulled the garment off my
face and dropped it on the table. "So I can watch your tits jiggle," I laughed at her. "They don't
jiggle. They're too small." She arched her back and thrust her small breasts at my face. She was
right. No jiggle. Her little pear shaped titties were a delight. "Small, yes, but there's no such
'too small'." "You a dirty old titty man?" "Nope. I'm a head man." "You give good head, Mr.
Psychic, dirty old rich man?" She spoke in a teasing sing song. "You'll find out soon. Maybe today
if you're a good little girl." She blushed, her eyes brightened then her face turned serious. "You
seem to be a nice guy, actually. You sure talk way funny though." Her gaze seemed to pass through
me for a moment. "You 'feel' like a nice person but..." She closed her eyes. "You make me see an
image, sorta like a can of beer that's been rollin' around on the floor of a car on a hot day. It's
gotta coupla dents in it." She opened her eyes and looked at me, making a goofy grin as if she were
asking me not to think she was weird. "Learn to trust those images, Marlene." I gave her a
reassuring smile and closed my eyes. A single image formed instantly. "What do you see, Gavin?" "A
yearling fawn in a high mountain meadow. Staring, tense, trembling. Poised to flee." I opened my
eyes. Marlene was staring at me, blinking slowly. "That's almost like... A poem, the way you said
it." "It came out of you mostly, not me." "Yeah, but..." "Shower time." I stood, plate in hand and
walked to the sink. I heard her chair scrape loud on the floor. As I rinsed my plate, I felt her
press against my back. One arm hugged around my belly and the other held her plate over mine. I
took it and rinsed it clean before turning slowly to face her. She ducked under my arm and pressed
her cheek to my breast. "Take your top off, Gavin," she giggled. I did and she pressed cool hard
nipples against my belly. With her upraised chin on my sternum she mumbled, "My mother's going to
be a problem, you know? You're three times older than me, at least." "I am not!" I almost shouted.
Her eyes were a very pale blue, I noticed. "Come on, I'm fourteen. You gotta be almost forty!" "Oh,
yeah. Calendar years. I'm thirty seven." "Where's your bed, old man." "Shower first. Your hair
stinks. I don't like that." I'd intended to speak softly but it came out in more of a growl.
Surprised me. "Jeez! You don't know how to make nice?" "We can start making nice in about an hour."
"After you fuck me." "You are getting the picture." "You gonna eat me first?" "Only if I have to."
"Do it your way. I'll just watch." "Whatever." I felt detached, distracted by an almost
overpowering need for not just sex with her, but something deeper, larger. We showered. I shampooed
her hair twice, didn't bother with conditioner. We'd be back soon. My hard cock prodded her back,
just above her cheeky dimples. She turned to check it out, gazing at me for a moment before
nodding. "You'll do," she said, no smile to soften her slight disdain. I found a fresh toothbrush
for her, and we brushed, standing side by side. She let white foam drool down over her chin, giving
me an evil little grin. "Stop that," I grinned at her. I swiveled my hips, whacking her waist with
my dick. "Yours is not as big as Pop's," she said, flat voice. "I like that. I don't want to be
reminded." She stooped, and spit into the sink, gathering tap water into her hands to rinse her
mouth and chin. She didn't splash water to rinse the toothpaste dribbles into the drain. Cataloged.
"You ready now?" She turned to me in a slump, tilting her hips over one locked knee, leaning
against her ligaments like a cooling down ballet dancer. She cocked her head and looked at me,
slightly frowning. Her next words could easily be a whiney, "But, daaddyy, do I haave to?" Leading
her by the arm to my bed, I guided her to sit on the edge. She looked at my cock with nervous
wariness. She wrapped trembling fingers around it and squeezed gently. "Want me to suck it?" "Sure,
for a bit." A little pointy tongue peeked from between her lips. She shook her head and swallowed.
"Nervous?" "Don't do it in my mouth. Okay? I've never let anybody." "Don't worry 'bout it." She
nodded and gave me a tentative lick before smearing her full lips with the head. "I wish you were
wearing bright red lipstick." "Ummf?" "Never mind. An old fantasy. Your tongue feels wonderful.
Ahh, that's nice too." I pulled away from her, and pushed against her shoulders. She flopped onto
her back, raising her legs high and wide. She put her hands under her thighs, and spread her legs
even wider. "You gonna put your big thingy in my wittle pussy now, Mister?" She made a short soft
laugh. "Yes, but I think I'm going to kiss your pretty 'wittle pussy' first. Maybe even lick it
once or twice. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, Mister. Marly likes that. Marly likes pussy kisses."
"Spread, Marly girl, open wide. Show me some pink." Her fingers danced down her pale thighs, moving
slowly until her fingertips found her lips. Light brown pubic hair contrasting sharply with the
chipped pink fingernail polish. She glistened. The entrance to her vagina wasn't much bigger around
than my pinky. I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and didn't move. She rocked her hips, but
I moved with her. "Hey, do something down there." I shook my head to tell her 'no' but that must
have given her a little tingle. She made a little hissing sound when I waggled my head again. "Hey!
Why'd you stop," she snarled as I stood up. "Scoot," I snarled back and pushed against her butt
cheeks. She wiggled like a snake to the middle of the bed. I crawled up over her, scowling down
into her face. In her little girl voice, she asked, "Want me to put it in for you, Mister?" I
didn't say a word. I smeared my cock head around in her vaginal slime. She raised her head, trying
to watch. "Ooh, mister. That feels nice. Put it in me." She squeaked when I shoved into her.
"Eeep," she chirped. She flexed her hips away from the invader then humped hard and up as high as
she could. She flexed again and I met her upstroke with a lunge. "Uunga," she grunted, her upper
lip curling back into a feral grin. Her hands flew to my hips. She held tight, not letting me move.
I stretched and lay flat, pressing heavily onto her until I could get my forearms under her
shoulders and up onto my elbows. I wrapped fingers and thumb around her slim neck, tilting her head
back so I could look into her eyes. "Put your feet down. Put 'em flat on the sheet." I don't know
why I was whispering to her. She did, letting her knees flop open like an old pocket book
presenting the smutty parts. I pressed harder, waggled my hips like a crazed salsa dancer then
slowly pulled out of her. I held myself rigid above her. So rigid that if she'd tapped me, I'd have
split up the middle like diamond scratched plate glass. She fluttered her hips, my cock head
popping in and out. "So good in there, in me," she wailed softly. I started jamming hard, deep long
strokes. She looked up at me, questioning, her eyes squinting, her mouth forming a determined
grimace. "Oh, fucking me. Good fucking me. Daddy dick fucking me good." She grunted out her words.
I found her mouth with mine. Her tongue probed in time with our thrusting hips. I opened my head
and let her emotions wash through me, seeking her essence. I found it, a huddled kitten, alone and
shivering in a dark corner of her mind. I stroked her softly, letting her feel warmth and love. She
gasped, sucking my air into her mouth. Her eyes popped open, her whole body twitched. She felt my
presence. Our bodies froze in time and space. I opened, letting defenses slide away. "A little
boy," she gasped. "You're just a little boy." "Yes, that's truly what I am." "Oh, sweet little boy,
you fill me so nice." Marly took a deep breath, shaking her head. "My head, I mean. Move slow, just
stroke me with your dick. That feels good too. God, you're lovin' me too." "Come, little kitten.
Let it come out, Marly. You don't need to hide anymore." I stroked gently into her, pausing to
grind her with my pubic arch. "Set it free, Marly. You can do it." "Yes, I can, can't I. Let me put
my legs together. Make me come on your cock." Her words came out in a soft growl. "Make me come,
old man. Oh, this is so nice." Her voice a gritty whine. "You feel good in me?" I had no words for
her. Her tight velvet sheath felt plush, hot, slippery with her excitement. I could feel her thighs
clench. She held me so tightly I almost couldn't move. "Does it feel good in me? Tell me what you
feel. Tell me, old man." Her words slurred through gritting teeth. "Yes, so good. So tight around
me." "Yes, good. So deep in me. I love my cunt. With you in me. I feel you, in my cunt, in my
head." "In my head too. I'm so full of you, Marly." My slow grind into her began to speed up. I
held her face in my hands, our eyes locked together. She smiled up at me through her grimace of
pleasure. Never had a woman smiled for me at this moment. Her eyelids drooped half shut. "Never
like this before," she whispered. "Marly, yes. Never like this before. I feel what you're feeling.
Can you, too?" "Yes. Tell me now. What do you feel, Gavin?" "Fingertips stroking light tingles on
my skin. Hot sun on my skin. Your cock is hot and hard. You want every inch deep into me. Your
nipples tingle just like mine. All in my head and in my cunt too. Don't let this go away. I can do
this forever. Please, make this last forever. I'm so close to coming but I don't want to." I felt
her body go limp. Her arms released me to flop to the sheet. She took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. "Gavin, whatever you want me to do, I will. If you come now it'll be my come too. I can
share with you. What you feel, I feel. Do it for you now. Let go of it. I just want to watch. And
feel you. Us." Her hands came up to hold my face. Her palms soothing against my cheeks. "Move with
me, Marly." She ground her hips up. "Yeah, good. Like that, Marly. Make me come now." I was
groaning and shivering. I could feel her/me hovering on the edge. "Noo, too quick. Stay like this.
Floating. Electric tingles." She pulled my mouth to hers and sucked the air out of my body then
blew it back into me. Her hips began a fast flutter under my languid strokes. "Mmm," she sighed
into my mouth, her lips so soft, warm, striving. "Free fall," I mumbled against her lips. "Eeee,"
Marly began to sing. Her head snapped to the side, her body twitched like a baby's total body
startle reaction. I felt her pussy clamp, taking me along with her. I gushed liquid flame, the
pyrotechnics flashing in my head were hers and mine and ours. We spiraled down together like Eagles
mating in flight. Connected not by talons, but with a spurting cock, clenching cunt mind meld.
Spiraling down through tingling electric heat. -------- "When can I move in?" she breathed, not
opening her eyes. Marly, limp in my arms, under my trembling, sweaty body, felt so perfect a fit. I
shook my head in wonderment. "Marly, this feels very right. You and me. We'll move your stuff
tomorrow." "And what about my mother? She's not going to take this without a big hassle." I looked
down into Marly's sweet, sweaty child-woman face for a long moment. She smiled softly back making a
tingle of pleasure surge through me. "We'll figure something out. I'll get some ideas if I can meet
her first without her knowing who I am. Can you introduce us?" "Easy, she manages an insurance
office. Just walk in and do whatever it is you do." She hesitated a moment, an annoyed expression
creeping onto her face. "She's very pretty so you'll have no problem recognizing her." Cataloged.
"As pretty as you are?" Marly wrinkled her nose, and shrugged. "She flaunts it. I don't care for
that style, much." 

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