Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of Ithiel Town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her don had yelled too much, pushed too operose. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm sorry babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother baby '', his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his helping hand to her as they were driving. On another lost suit, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridge in the late one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She 'd pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It 'd made him mad, his temper was short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woodwind instrument. Her human foot were sore from walking, her knee, hands and elbow scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her Fatherhood to stop. Her dresser ached, her head pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her side still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed handle. She clutched her jacket close as the cold pushover picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a lowly haversack of useless minute and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, need a bail out spring from a moving car. She 'd just give her breaking point in time. Her forefather did n't even get to to flex around for her. His tail lights were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her delirium settled, she began to feel the frigidity dark. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her long auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the iniquity, with nil. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and misfortunate. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged goods already. She did n't know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen picture. Beautiful retentive lock, bright leafy vegetable eyes, a spattering of freckles across her rosey cheeks. Her figure too, belittled and touchy, with tight perky breasts and a immobile ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't cause her Father of the Church arrest, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try dessert talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and featherbed public lecture would bring around her. That was her biography.

aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a relaxation. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the incline of the route. But she did n't want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the route. It was old, but looked prophylactic enough. No lights nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, thankful for coverage from the winding. In moments of settling on the ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A ill-humoured voice woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in fear. Her heart pounded in her ears as her tum twisted in fear.

'Now when I came to get some putz here.. I do n't remember leaving a young woman'. The man continued, but, with no harshness in his bass voice. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a improbable, hulking public figure. A to the full beard, rough men and morose centre. The face cloth shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three sentence her size. His shadow seemed to predominate over her small frame, curled on the dry land. He was onetime too, 45 ? 50 ? It was unvoiced to tell with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave. I did n't steal.. I did n't break anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a response she did n't expect. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly boom filling up the barn as he stopped down. Folding himself, almost clumsily in one-half, to get to the ground.

'Oh no, you do n't impress me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half frozen in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shell now gone, she felt exposed, tiny and helpless.

'Please do n't hurt me'She whined. Her big commons eyes staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his place infornt of her. 'You 're a fiddling lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my house ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his centre shone. He looked composure, placid and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is mild demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still one-half curled on the land. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the Night before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hand down to her. 'My epithet is print. My firm is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her minor frame up off the ground.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her manus to pluck up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, immediate steping to match Mark 's large footstep, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on small talk of the town as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your kinsperson looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His equanimity, but oceanic abyss voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself resolve well-nigh of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a alone farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no folk.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something fairly for you to get into, shower is upstairs on the right field .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his dwelling. It was pocket-sized and cosey, a log built star sign, most likely by his own manus. He 'd shown her a scanty room for her, sparse and dust-covered with non-use. He 'd offered her nutrient, a headphone, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her back. The steam fogged up the way as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not aggregate the gaze on her weaponry and legs. Fresh blood seeped from the cutting on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to explore the console for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the console, Lily heard the door push clear behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd block to latch the doorway, as chump stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her judgment caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her plastered little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to practice bundling up on the floor or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled thought caught in panic, causing her to remain bring out for a few excess mo, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no uncertainty seen all of her young body. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big manpower fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his eyes flicking back and forth, from her, to the solid ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's sanction'Lily blushed, clutching the tone down towel to her minuscule physique. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her pep pill thighs and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to strip my excision'She blabbered on, feeling her face burning red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, doorway boss still in hand 'Did.. did you involve help ?'marking asked, meeting her oculus for the first time. He tried not seem flighty, or inappropriate. scrape had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your spine and arms. You wo n't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the threshold on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the simulacrum of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of garden pink between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a moment.

'Ill aid you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to recuperate. All Lily did was nod her caput, almost in acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her defenseless before. Let alone, a virtual stranger.

'Sit on the edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped advance inside. Grabbing the cleaning rub and unguent as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll have to let go of your towel so I can do your branch'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed lavatory. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her head still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to set off gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her cubitus. The ointment stang, making her let out a soft 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a appease tone, his large hands slowly working away. He was being timid as he could, not wanting to ache her. The next arm was done in almost muteness, though Lily could get word her heart beat in her ear. The steam still lingering in the elbow room, making it musky and damp.

Mark sat quietly behind her minuscule physical body, only giving instructions to slightly move, bend or turn as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so young. Her sweet odor was pleasing but strange to him, her soft peel felt politic and supple on his rough hands. But, he tried to not let his idea wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a little'He said, trying to reach her lower articulatio humeri leaf blade. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his finger's breadth tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great musical theme'Lily mumbled, feeling more exposed as her towel slipped down. Her pocket-size breasts were only just covered now, with nearly of her long lean legs exposed to her waistline.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her graze. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the nominal head'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathing tub bound. But her towel was so shortly that as she lifted her legs over the tub, she could n't not break her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her rice beer.

She shivered as his rough deal cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His dark center slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the mop between his thick-skulled digit. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the wholly ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her exposure to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably birth to clean them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at ease as he stood up. His large skeleton towering over her delicate eubstance once again, as he offered her a script up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a view of her new cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his font .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her consistency lightly brushing against his in the low space. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own way. 'This is n't a good situation'He added, thinking of her modest innocent soundbox bent on beneath him. His tool twitched in reception. 'This is no skilful at all'He grumbeld, shutting the room access to his way behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his head shamelessly knew what it wanted. It 'd been so long since he 'd been with a woman.

'But she 's barely a woman !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His peter still twitching in lust, driving his mind to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh piece of tail'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jeans down, his idea wandering back to her again. His cock already half erect, knockout and throbbing at the thought of her young, free consistency on display.

He could see her tight small ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her wooden leg before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned thighs and venter, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... fucking'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her hang over, her modest build tiny in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His pugnacious paw running up the smooth skin of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump trivial ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her bent-grass over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her house legs, as his large hands felt and groped her torso. Squeezing her ass, running along her venter to her buoyant breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his articulatio radiocarpea, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His cock throbbed in his hand as he pumped its duration up and down. The smell of her sweet-smelling aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky young breasts, tight ass and long legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his prick vellication and muscle spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small little helping hand gripping him. His hot mucilaginous cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his testis in desperation.

'What the ass is improper with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even sustain the self control to grab a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet-scented petty girl.

bull's eye rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his hamper. 'What the screw am I going to do with her'He thought in thwarting, stepping quickly out of his room to the john. He just did n't have sex if he could keep her here .