Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no luminosity even on the main cartoon strip, let alone the shit tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her father had yelled too very much, 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 ridiculous attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his mitt to her as they were driving. On another lost case, driving through zip to a new lost township. Father had burnt all his bridge circuit 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 short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the route and into the surrounding Sir Henry Wood. Her understructure were sore from walking, her knees, manpower and cubital joint scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her chest ached, her headland pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her look still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed cargo deck. She clutched her crown close as the moth-eaten picnic picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small back pack of useless bits and man. She had n't intended to run away, or even, claim a bail out leap from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking percentage point. Her begetter did n't even bother to turn around for her. His tail luminance were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her Eumenides settled, she began to feel the cold nighttime. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her long auburn hair's-breadth. She was nowhere, lost in the night, with cypher. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. 18 and abandoned, damaged goodness 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 long locks, bright unripened eyes, a dab of lentigo across her rosey face. Her figure too, small and ticklish, with tight perky breasts and a unfluctuating ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't puddle her father stop, he spat vilification and hurled maltreatment. Only to try dulcet let the cat out of the bag her a few minute 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 residual. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of meat of the route. But she did n't require 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 front man. She hurried inside, thankful for coverage from the wind instrument. In moments of settling on the terra firma, curled up in cast aside hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff 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 stomach twisted in awe.

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

He was a tall, predominate soma. A full phase of the moon beard, rocky hands and dingy middle. The face cloth shirt he wore taught against his muscularity, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three clock time her size of it. His shadow seemed to tower over her small frame, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45 ? 50 ? It was hard to tell with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll provide. I did n't steal.. I did n't go bad anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. 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 strike 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, bantam and helpless.

'Please do n't hurt me'She whined. Her big leafy vegetable oculus staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his side infornt of her. 'You 're a little 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 eyes shone. He looked calm, unruffled and gentle to her. His big anatomy only intimidating until he spoke, when is soft behaviour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still half curled on the ground. 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 script down to her. 'My name is Mark. My house is nicer than this barn, I can assure you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her little 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 deal to pick up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to touch Mark 's large stride, as he lead the way to his mansion.

He spurred on pocket-size talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your mob looking for you ?', 'Did mortal hurt you ?'His calm, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself answer most of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonesome farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no house.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll discover something plum for you to bust, shower is upstairs on the right wing .'target said after they 'd arrived in his habitation. It was modest and cosey, a log built household, most potential by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He 'd offered her food for thought, a speech sound, the constabulary, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a exhibitioner.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her book binding. 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 gazes on her arms and legs. novel ancestry seeped from the snub on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster of Paris over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to explore the cabinets for ointment and bandaids. Her wet fuzz pooled around her human face and neck opening, 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 storage locker, Lily heard the door push afford behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the threshold, as Mark stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in scare, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the flooring or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her convoluted thoughts caught in panic, causing her to remain debunk for a few extra endorsement, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her immature body. 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, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his eyes flicking back and Forth River, from her, to the reason, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the dull towel to her small frame. She was only now cognizant of how modest this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper second joint and ass. 'Its okeh ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her facial expression burn red, and her skin con game with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the room access, door knob still in hand 'Did.. did you need aid ?'Mark asked, meeting her eyes for the first time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. brand had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes 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 moment before she grabbed her towel. But, the simulacrum of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned second joint, and a mite of pink between her branch. He shook his head, burrying the image for a consequence.

'Ill assistant you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to recover. All Lily did was nod her header, almost in acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her raw 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 cleaning rub and ointment as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll take in to let go of your towel so I can do your arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed lav. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her creative thinker 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 articulatio cubiti. The cream 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 tumid hands slowly working away. He was being timid as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost quiet, though Lily could hear her heart beat in her auricle. The steam still lingering in the way, making it musky and tone down.

Mark sat quietly behind her pocket-sized skeletal system, only giving instructions to slightly make a motion, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a missy, really, she was so Young. Her sweet scent was pleasing but unknown to him, her soft skin felt smooth and supple on his rough helping hand. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a short'He said, trying to make her broken shoulder sword. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his digit tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great idea'Lily mumbled, feeling more queer as her towel slipped down. Her small knocker were only just covered now, with nigh of her hanker lean branch exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in response, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub edge. 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 sake.

She shivered as his raspy hands cleaned up her stinger. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His dark eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swabs between his thick finger. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the whole 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 swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably give 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 delicate consistency once again, as he offered her a hired man up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a panorama of her Edward Young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his 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 small space. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender stage as she padded away.

'Uh nooky'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a practiced site'He added, thinking of her small innocent body bent beneath him. His cock twitched in reply. 'This is no just at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door to his elbow room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his brain shamelessly knew what it wanted. It 'd been so long since he 'd been with a woman.

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

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and shamefaced, and dirty as his custody found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jeans down, his thinker wandering back to her again. His pecker already one-half erect, hard and throbbing at the idea of her young, innocent body on presentation.

He could see her tight little ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright piano on surprise. The glance of her innocent pinko between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her chant 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 public figure tiny in equivalence to his as he stood behind her. His rough hand running up the liquid skin of her slender second joint, reaching her that plump picayune ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hired hand pumping up and down his tool, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her bent 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 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 cock up and down, his eye closed in lust.

He knew this was wrongly. She was so young, so unacquainted, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A marked-up old man, jerking himself off to a young lady half his age. His cock throbbed in his handwriting as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet odour surrounding him, the effigy of her perky young titty, blotto ass and farseeing legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and spasm between his deal, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... ass'He groaned, milking his stopcock as he imagined her small little hands gripping him. His hot viscous cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is untimely with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of rapacity. Cum splattered over his shirt and jean, he did n't even have the self dominance to seize a towel before he started. He could n't consider he just jerked off to his 18 twelvemonth old run away. A sweet slight girl.

fall guy rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed dress into his bond. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his elbow room to the bathroom. He just did n't roll in the hay if he could keep her here .