Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere townsfolk. The form of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the turd tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still raging. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too difficult. 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 effort to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost case, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the former 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. Her feet were sore from walking, her articulatio genus, custody and cubitus scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her founder to stop. Her chest ached, her read/write 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 appreciation. She clutched her cap close as the dusty breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small backpack of useless morsel and opus. She had n't intended to run away, or even, direct a bail out bound from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her Father of the Church did n't even bother to turn around for her. His tail light source were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to sense the cold night. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree groaning under their weight, the malarkey rustling through, tangling her hanker auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the nighttime, with naught. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and silly. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged commodity already. She did n't get laid 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 female parent, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful long locks, bright green eyes, a splash of freckles across her rosey boldness. Her figure too, modest and delicate, with tight perky bosom and a unbendable ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't make her father stop, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try perfumed talk her a few min later. As if all his'I 'm distressing pet'and baby talk would cure her. That was her life.

ache, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the slope of the route. 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 forepart. She hurried inside, grateful for reportage from the confidential information. In consequence of settling on the flat coat, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff voice woke her up suddenly. In affright, she clutched her bag and shielded her human face, scarmbling in fright. Her heart pounded in her spike as her stomach twisted in fear.

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

He was a tall, hulking figure. A full beard, rough hired man and blue middle. The face cloth shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three fourth dimension her size of it. His shadow seemed to tower over her humble underframe, curled on the ground. He was quondam too, 45 ? 50 ? It was strong to distinguish with his sun worn pelt and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave behind. I did n't steal.. I did n't break anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a answer 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 half, to get to the ground.

'Oh no, you do n't run into me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her back pack. She watched, half frosty in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shield now gone, she felt exposed, flyspeck and helpless.

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly angelic'The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. 'You 're a little lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my sign of the zodiac ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm, quiet and gentle to her. His big soma only intimidating until he spoke, when is cushy demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't live'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her finger, still half curled on the flat coat. She was dirty, and starvation, 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 figure is Mark. My business firm is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her small chassis up off the ground.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her helping hand to pick up her bag, which liked comically modest strung over his berm. Lily followed, nimble steping to correspond Deutsche Mark 's large stride, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on low talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did person hurt you ?'His calm, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself answer most of his interrogative, sharing some thing, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a unfrequented sodbuster, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family line.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll bump something clean for you to wear, exhibitioner is upstairs on the right field .'marker said after they 'd arrived in his dwelling. It was pocket-sized and cosey, a log built house, most likely by his own hand. He 'd shown her a part with room for her, sparse and moth-eaten with non-use. He 'd offered her nutrient, a phone, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower.

****

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

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to look for the locker for emollient and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the base. Despite still being completely naked, the passion from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinet, Lily heard the door push undefended behind her. apprehension filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd leave to latch the room access, as Deutschmark stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her mingy little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to roll up up on the floor or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled view caught in panic, causing her to stay exposed for a few superfluous second base, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no question seen all of her young body. Her side flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

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

'Oh, no.. no it 's sanction'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her small skeletal frame. She was only now aware of how lowly this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper berth thigh and ass. 'Its alright ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her grimace burn mark red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the door, room access knob still in manus 'Did.. did you require assist ?'Gospel According to Mark asked, meeting her eyes for the first gear metre. He tried not seem spooky, or inappropriate. print had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

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

'Ill assistance you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to reclaim. All Lily did was nod her read/write head, almost in banker's acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her naked before. Let alone, a practical stranger.

'Sit on the edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped further inside. Grabbing the cleaning wipes 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 arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed toilet. 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 start gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her elbows. The ointment stang, making her let out a easygoing 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle tone, his large helping hand slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to suffer her. The next arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could learn her heart musical rhythm in her spike. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and mute.

fall guy sat quietly behind her small frame, only giving instruction manual to slightly move, Bend or twist as he cleaned her slice. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a missy, really, she was so young. Her scented aroma was pleasing but foreign to him, her soft peel felt smooth and supple on his rough mitt. But, he tried to not let his head wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a footling'He said, trying to contact her lower shoulder vane. '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 cracking thought'Lily mumbled, feeling more exposed as her towel slipped down. Her small breasts were only just covered now, with most of her long lean legs exposed to her waistline.

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

She shivered as his rough hands cleaned up her swing. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His iniquity eyes slightly squinted in tightness, as he pinched the swabs between his compact fingerbreadth. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her boldness was still slightly flushed from the whole 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 stimulate to make 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 gravid build towering over her fragile body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a aspect of her untested cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his typeface .'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 minuscule place. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh screwing'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a sound site'He added, thinking of her diminished innocent physical structure stoop beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the doorway to his room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his mind 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 hammer still twitching in lust, driving his mind to cheat back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and hangdog, and dirty as his work force found their way to his swath and zipper. His breathing acceleration as he pulled his jean down, his idea wandering back to her again. His turncock already half erect, intemperate and throbbing at the cerebration of her young, inexperienced person body on presentation.

He could see her tight little ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright piano on surprisal. The glimpse of her destitute pinko between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned thighs and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... shag'He groaned, now beginning to rub his midst cock. He imagined her bent grass over, her small form petite in comparability to his as he stood behind her. His rough helping hand running up the politic tegument of her slender thigh, reaching her that plump little ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the cerebration of her.

He imagined her bent grass over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and dampness already, pink between her firm pegleg, as his gravid hands felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his wrist, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was incorrectly. She was so young, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A unsporting old man, jerking himself off to a young woman half his age. His cock throbbed in his hand as he pumped its duration up and down. The sense of smell of her sweet olfactory property surrounding him, the prototype of her perky Cy Young boob, tight ass and farseeing peg.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitching and spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small footling hands gripping him. His hot gluey cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his ball in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrong with me'mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of avaritia. Cum splattered over his shirt and blue jean, he did n't even have the self control to snap up a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet petty missy.

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