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

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Fatherhood 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 biliousness was short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and cubital joint scraped up red raw from her evenfall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her begetter to end. Her chest 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 face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her jacket close as the cold breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a pocket-sized backpack of useless bits and while. She had n't intended to run away, or even, consume a bail bond out bound from a moving car. She 'd just make her breaking head. Her Father-God did n't even get at to turn around for her. His hindquarters igniter were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

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

Her Church Father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen pic. Beautiful long curl, bright green optic, a spatter of freckles across her rosey cheeks. Her soma too, pocket-size and delicate, with fast perky knocker and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't bring in her father full point, he spat insults and hurled revilement. Only to try sweet talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and babe talking would heal her. That was her life history.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a repose. 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 barn from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No lights nearby, and and old tractor out the strawman. She hurried inside, thankful for insurance coverage from the malarkey. In moments of settling on the solid ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A husky voice woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her boldness, scarmbling in concern. Her heart pounded in her ears as her stomach twisted in fear.

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

He was a tall, hulk figure. A broad beard, jolty hands and dark centre. The tweed shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his bring up dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size. His shadow seemed to predominate over her small chassis, curled on the ground. He was erstwhile too, 45 ? 50 ? It was heavy to tell with his sun worn peel 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 articulation. But she got a response she did n't expect. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly bonanza 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 move 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 carapace now gone, she felt exposed, midget and helpless.

'Please do n't smart me'She whined. Her big light-green center staring up at his.

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

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her digit, still half curled on the earth. 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 name is grade. My business firm is nicer than this b, I can evidence you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his manus, pulling her small frame up off the primer.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her hired hand to pick up her bag, which liked comically diminished strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to match Mark 's large step, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on small talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm air, but deep articulation had her at ease quickly. She found herself resolve nigh of his questions, sharing some matter, keeping others. He seemed form, just a alone Farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something clean for you to fall apart, shower is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his home plate. It was modest and cosey, a log built planetary house, most likely by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and moth-eaten with non-use. He 'd offered her food, a phone, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a exhibitioner.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her vertebral column. The steam fogged up the elbow room as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not aggregate the gazes on her arms and legs. refreshed blood seeped from the cutting off on her knees as she tried to pick up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the shank to search the cabinets for balm and bandaids. Her wet hairsbreadth pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the flooring. Despite still being completely naked, the passion from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the storage locker, Lily heard the room access push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the door, as sign stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight short ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bunch up on the floor or orbit for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled thoughts caught in panic, causing her to continue exposed for a few extra second base, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no dubiousness seen all of her new consistency. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

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

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her diminished frame. She was only now mindful of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thighs and ass. 'Its okeh ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cold shoulder'She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her peel flimflam with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, door node still in mitt 'Did.. did you involve help ?'marking asked, meeting her eyes for the number 1 time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your vertebral column and arms. You wo n't be able-bodied to pass on those'. When he had opened the doorway on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the paradigm of her plump fiddling ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a breath of pink between her legs. He shook his head word, burrying the image for a moment.

'Ill assist you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to convalesce. All Lily did was nod her brain, almost in credence. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her au naturel before. Let alone, a hard-nosed stranger.

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

'You 'll have to let go of your towel so I can do your arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the unopen toilette. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her belly churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her cubital joint. The ointment stang, making her let out a balmy 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a docile tone, his large hands slowly working away. He was being timid as he could, not wanting to spite her. The adjacent arm was done in almost secrecy, though Lily could hear her heart beatnik in her pinna. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

bell ringer sat quietly behind her minor frame, only giving instructions to slightly run, bend or twisting as he cleaned her excision. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a lady friend, really, she was so untried. Her Henry Sweet aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft skin felt smooth and supple on his roughly work force. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a slight'He said, trying to give her downhearted shoulder 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 corking theme'Lily mumbled, feeling more than exposed as her towel slipped down. Her low breast were only just covered now, with virtually of her longsighted be given ramification exposed to her waistline.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front end'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub border. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her legs over the tub, she could n't not peril her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her sake.

She shivered as his rough hands cleaned up her slice. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gruntle, but she could see he was trying. His dark oculus slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swob between his thick fingers. mark glanced up at her, meeting her regard. Her human face was still slightly flushed from the altogether trial by 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 mop into the bin. 'But I 'll probably throw 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 frame towering over her ticklish torso once again, as he offered her a deal up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a sight of her young cleverage. But he averted his regard as best he could.

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

'Uh roll in the hay'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own elbow room. 'This is n't a sound position'He added, thinking of her small guiltless dead body bent beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no goodness at all'He grumbeld, shutting the threshold to his elbow room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his idea 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 lustfulness, driving his mind to wind back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and shamed, and dirty as his script found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jeans down, his mind wandering back to her again. His stopcock already half tumid, hard and throbbing at the thinking of her young, innocent body on showing.

He could see her tight little ass, giggling slightly as she perked good on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned second joint and venter, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... Fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick tool. He imagined her bent over, her small human body tiny in compare to his as he stood behind her. His rough mitt running up the shine skin of her slender second joint, reaching her that plump slight ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hired hand pumping up and down his cock, gripping and twisting at the sentiment of her.

He imagined her bent over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and dampness already, pink between her house leg, as his with child script felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her buoyant breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his wrist, pumping his thick turncock up and down, his centre closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so destitute, and so offend. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a young woman half his age. His cock throbbed in his handwriting as he pumped its length up and down. The sense of smell of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky Thomas Young breasts, nasty ass and farsighted legs.

'Oh shag !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and muscle spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... piece of ass'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her humble little hands gripping him. His hot pasty cum spurting over his dress as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrong with me'Deutsche Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and blue jean, he did n't even experience the ego ascendancy to grab a towel before he started. He could n't consider he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet little missy.

grade rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his hamper. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in thwarting, stepping quickly out of his room to the bathroom. He just did n't recognise if he could hold on her here .