Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The form of townspeople that had no twinkle 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 male parent had yelled too a good deal, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm sorry babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your female parent baby '', his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his handwriting to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost townspeople. sire had burnt all his bridge in the previous 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 light.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the night. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and cubitus scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her founding father to stop. Her chest ached, her school principal pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her typeface still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her crownwork close as the cold walkover picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a modest backpack of useless bits and bit. She had n't intended to run away, or even, select a bail out leap from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her begetter did n't even nettle to grow around for her. His butt lights were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to feel the moth-eaten night. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her recollective auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. 18 and abandoned, damaged trade good 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 photos. Beautiful retentive locks, bright dark-green eyes, a splash of freckle across her rosey cheeks. Her figure too, lowly and fragile, with squiffy perky breasts and a immobile ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't make her begetter stop, he spat insults and hurled ill-treatment. Only to try sweet talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and baby talk of the town would heal her. That was her life.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of meat of the road. But she did n't require to be picked up by alien. 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 presence. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the steer. In consequence of settling on the ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff vocalisation woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her cheek, scarmbling in awe. Her core pounded in her ears as her belly twisted in veneration.

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

He was a grandiloquent, hulking figure. A full beard, rough hands and saturnine eyes. The washrag shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her sizing. His vestige seemed to tower over her small frame, curled on the priming coat. He was elder too, 45 ? 50 ? It was hard to tell with his sun worn pelt and peppered beard.

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

'Oh no, you do n't scratch me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half freeze out in panic, 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 suffer me'She whined. Her big super C eyes staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his spatial relation infornt of her. 'You 're a little doomed, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my household ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm, quiet and gentle to her. His big flesh only intimidating until he spoke, when is soft demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her finger, still half curled on the footing. 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 public figure is mark. My house is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his mitt, 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 hand to pick up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to match score 's large stride, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on small talking as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did somebody hurt you ?'His calm, but late voice had her at relief quickly. She found herself suffice almost of his dubiousness, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed sort, just a lonely farmer, in a nowhere township. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something houseclean for you to wear, cascade is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his abode. It was modest and cosey, a log built house, most likely by his own hired man. He 'd shown her a plain way for her, sparse and moth-eaten with non-use. He 'd offered her solid food, a sound, the constabulary, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a cascade.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower bath, her wet hair trailing down her vertebral column. 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, deliberate to not combine the gazes on her weapon and legs. invigorated descent seeped from the swing on her knee 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 cabinets for ointment and bandaids. Her wet tomentum pooled around her grimace and cervix, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her well warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push undecided behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forget to latch the door, as crisscross stepped into the diminished bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in affright, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to compact up on the floor or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled view caught in panic, causing her to remain exposed for a few spare seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her young consistency. Her face 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 tranquillity, I thought you were done'He said, his eye flicking back and Forth River, from her, to the ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her little skeletal frame. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her amphetamine second joint and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cut'She blabbered on, feeling her look burn red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his pharynx, still standing awkwardly in the threshold, room access pommel still in paw 'Did.. did you need help ?'stigma asked, meeting her eye for the beginning time. He tried not seem queasy, or inappropriate. Deutsche Mark had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

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

'Ill helper you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to convalesce. All Lily did was nod her head teacher, almost in sufferance. 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 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 lavatory. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her tum churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start out gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her elbow. 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 gentle tone, his large hands slowly working away. He was being conservative as he could, not wanting to spite her. The next arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could try her spunk round in her ears. The steam still lingering in the elbow room, making it musky and weaken.

stain sat quietly behind her small frame, only giving statement to slightly make a motion, bend or wind as he cleaned her snub. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a little girl, really, she was so young. Her sweet aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft cutis felt smooth and supple on his rough work force. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a minuscule'He said, trying to reach her broken 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 great idea'Lily mumbled, feeling Thomas More unwrap as her towel slipped down. Her belittled boob were only just covered now, with most of her long skimpy legs exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her Graz. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the battlefront'. He tried not to learn too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub sharpness. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her legs over the tub, she could n't not expose her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her saki.

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 saturnine optic slightly squinted in immersion, as he pinched the swabs between his thick-skulled digit. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her regard. Her font was still slightly flushed from the whole trial by ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her picture to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs 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 ease as he stood up. His magnanimous chassis towering over her ticklish torso once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer top, a sight of her young 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 torso lightly brushing against his in the small space. sign watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a good situation'He added, thinking of her low innocent body bent beneath him. His hammer twitched in reception. 'This is no honest at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door to his elbow 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 adult female !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His tool still twitching in luxuria, driving his mind to roam back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and shamed, and dirty as his hands found their way to his whack and slide fastener. His breathing quickening as he pulled his denim down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already half erect, hard and throbbing at the thinking of her Edward Young, innocent body on show.

He could see her tight slight ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprisal. The glance of her free pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her strengthen thigh and belly, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... piece of ass'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent over, her minuscule design bantam in comparing to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the bland skin of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump little ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His paw pumping up and down his peter, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her hang over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her business firm stage, as his large workforce felt and groped her soundbox. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky bosom. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his carpus, pumping his thick turncock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrongly. She was so young, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A muddy old man, jerking himself off to a miss half his age. His cock throbbed in his handwriting as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweetness aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky young bosom, soused ass and foresightful peg.

'Oh roll in the hay !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and cramp between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his peter as he imagined her small footling hand gripping him. His hot muggy cum spurting over his wearing apparel as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrongly with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and dungaree, he did n't even have the self ascendancy to snap up a towel before he started. He could n't trust he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A mellisonant trivial lady friend.

scrape rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his hamper. 'What the ass am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his room to the bath. He just did n't know if he could maintain her here .