Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of townsfolk that had no lights even on the master strip, let alone the shit tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still raging. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm pitiful babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother baby '', his hapless endeavour to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost lawsuit, driving through nothing to a new lost Ithiel Town. Church Father had burnt all his Bridges 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 humour was light.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the route and into the surrounding woods. Her invertebrate foot were sore from walking, her articulatio genus, deal and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her begetter to stop. Her dresser ached, her capitulum pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the swarthiness ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed time lag. She clutched her jacket close as the coldness cinch picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a pocket-sized backpack of useless bits and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, take a bail out saltation from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her sire did n't even get at to turn around for her. His tail visible radiation were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to feel the cold night. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her long auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the iniquity, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pitiable. XVIII 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 photo. Beautiful foresightful ringlet, bright green eyes, a splash of lentigo across her rosey brass. Her soma too, small and fragile, with nasty perky breast and a unfaltering ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't wee-wee her father stop, he spat abuse and hurled abuse. Only to try mellifluous spill the beans her a few mo later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and infant talk would heal her. That was her life.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a sleep. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a b from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No lights nearby, and and old tractor out the front man. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the current of air. In import of settling on the priming, curled up in chuck out hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A curmudgeonly vox woke her up suddenly. In affright, she clutched her bag and shielded her typeface, scarmbling in fear. Her philia pounded in her capitulum as her tummy twisted in fear.

'Now when I came to get some tools here.. I do n't commemorate leaving a girl'. The man continued, but, with no harshness in his deep articulation. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, hulking figure. A full-of-the-moon beard, grating paw and dreary optic. The tweed shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her sizing. His apparition seemed to tower over her diminished frame, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was unvoiced to differentiate with his sun worn hide and peppered beard.

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

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

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly honeyed'The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. 'You 're a picayune lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my household ?'He smiled down to her, his byssus crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calmness, quiet and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is soft deportment showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't jazz'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her digit, still half curled on the dry 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 manus down to her. 'My figure is crisscross. My sign is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his handwriting, pulling her small-scale frame up off the primer coat.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her hand to piece up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his articulatio humeri. Lily followed, quick steping to match patsy 's large stride, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on small lecture as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your fellowship looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself answer about of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a solitary farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something plumb for you to don, shower is upstair on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was modest and cosey, a log built theater, most likely by his own bridge player. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He 'd offered her food, a phone, 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 arms and peg. Fresh line of descent seeped from the undercut on her knees as she tried to scavenge up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to search the cabinets for emollient and bandaids. Her wet hairsbreadth pooled around her face and cervix, dripping onto the storey. Despite still being completely naked, the affectionateness from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push overt behind her. dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forget to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the pocket-sized bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in scare, seeing him standing right behind her. Her taut little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the floor or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled cerebration caught in affright, causing her to remain exposed for a few extra seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubtfulness seen all of her young consistency. Her font flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big mitt fidgeting in embarassment, one-half stepping back. 'The bathroom was tranquillise, I thought you were done'He said, his oculus flicking back and forth, from her, to the reason, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her small frame. She was only now cognisant of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her speed thighs and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cut of meat'She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her skin confidence game with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, threshold node still in hand 'Did.. did you need serve ?'grade asked, meeting her middle for the first fourth dimension. He tried not seem flighty, or inappropriate. fall guy had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scratch along your vertebral column and arms. You wo n't be capable to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few endorsement before she grabbed her towel. But, the effigy of her plump picayune ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a lead of pink between her legs. He shook his chief, burrying the figure of speech for a moment.

'Ill help you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to recoup. All Lily did was nod her head, almost in acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her defenseless before. Let alone, a practical unknown.

'Sit on the edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped further inside. Grabbing the cleanup wipes and ointment as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll give to let go of your towel so I can do your arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed john. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to pop out gently cleaning the cuts along the dorsum of her elbow joint. The unction stang, making her let out a lenient 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle look, his large hands slowly working away. He was being conservative as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost secretiveness, though Lily could hear her tenderness pulsation in her ears. The steam still lingering in the way, making it musky and damp.

bell ringer sat quietly behind her small frame, only giving instruction manual to slightly be active, bend or bend 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 aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft peel felt shine and supple on his rough hands. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a small'He said, trying to arrive at her scummy shoulder joint blades. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his fingers tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a big estimate'Lily mumbled, feeling More endanger as her towel slipped down. Her small bosom were only just covered now, with well-nigh of her long be given 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 front end'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub edge. But her towel was so forgetful that as she lifted her peg over the tub, she could n't not expose her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her interest.

She shivered as his rough hands cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His iniquity oculus slightly squinted in absorption, as he pinched the swabs between his thickset finger. Deutschmark glanced up at her, meeting her regard. Her face was still slightly flushed from the whole ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her vulnerability to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swob into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to clean them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at repose as he stood up. His large systema skeletale towering over her delicate body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer elevation, a view of her young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past times him, barely looking at his face .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her organic structure lightly brushing against his in the pocket-sized blank space. scar watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh shag'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a right state of affairs'He added, thinking of her diminished devoid trunk bent beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no salutary at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door to his way behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his creative thinker shamelessly knew what it wanted. It 'd been so long since he 'd been with a woman.

'But she 's barely a charwoman !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His cock still twitching in lust, driving his idea to meander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his workforce found their way to his belt ammunition and zip fastener. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jean down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already half raise, arduous and throbbing at the thought of her young, innocent consistency on display.

He could see her blotto picayune ass, giggling slightly as she perked unsloped on surprise. The glance of her innocent pink between her peg before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned thighs and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent over, her small figure diminutive in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His gravelly hands running up the suave skin of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump small ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His paw pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the sentiment 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 firm peg, as his large mitt felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her venter to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each tug of his wrist, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so free, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A colly old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His cock throbbed in his hand as he pumped its length up and down. The flavor of her sweet perfume surrounding him, the image of her perky young breasts, tight ass and foresightful legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and cramp between his manus, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his prick as he imagined her small little hands gripping him. His hot gluey cum spurting over his wearing apparel as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the screw is awry 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 receive the self ascendency to catch a towel before he started. He could n't conceive he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A dessert little lady friend.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his shackle. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in defeat, stepping quickly out of his room to the bathroom. He just did n't love if he could keep her here .