Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no Light even on the main landing strip, let alone the shite tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her sire had yelled too 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 female parent baby '', his miserable endeavor to excuse 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. 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 unforesightful.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woodwind instrument. Her foundation were sore from walking, her knees, paw and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her forefather to stop. Her dresser 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 handgrip. She clutched her jacket close as the cold breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small packsack of useless bits and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, train a bail out leap from a moving car. She 'd just contact her breaking point. Her Father of the Church did n't even rile to turn around for her. His fundament spark were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her vehemence settled, she began to sense the cold night. The Tree groaning under their weightiness, the winding rustling through, tangling her long auburn pilus. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nil. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and poor. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged good already. She did n't fuck 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 recollective locks, bright Green eyes, a splatter of freckles across her rosey cheeks. Her bod too, humble and delicate, with stiff perky breasts and a steadfast ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't have her father stop, he spat insults and hurled ill-usage. Only to try sweet talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm dreary pet'and babe talk would mend her. That was her sprightliness.

aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a balance. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the incline of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by unknown. 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. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the wind. In present moment of settling on the reason, curled up in discard hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A husky vocalisation woke her up suddenly. In scare, she clutched her bag and shielded her facial expression, scarmbling in fear. Her heart pounded in her ears as her venter 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 harshness in his deep voice. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a improbable, hulking shape. A to the full byssus, rough in helping hand and colored eyes. The face cloth shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his thrill dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size. His shadower seemed to hulk over her humble frame, curled on the basis. He was honest-to-goodness too, 45 ? 50 ? It was arduous to order with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave. I did n't steal.. I did n't better 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 one-half, to get to the ground.

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

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sugared'The man chuckled, relaxing his berth 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 center shone. He looked equanimity, quiesce and docile to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is piano behavior showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still one-half curled on the ground. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the Nox 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 Mark. My house is nicer than this barn, I can narrate you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his manus, pulling her diminished 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 cull up her bag, which liked comically modest strung over his shoulder joint. Lily followed, immediate steping to gibe soft touch 's large stride, as he lead the way to his house.

He spurred on minuscule talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm, but deep voice had her at rest quickly. She found herself resolution most of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonely Fannie Merritt Farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something uninfected for you to don, lavish is upstairs on the right field .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was pocket-size and cosey, a log built menage, most likely by his own hand. He 'd shown her a trim room for her, sparse and stale with non-use. He 'd offered her nutrient, a phone, the law, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a cascade.

****

Lily stepped out of the 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, heedful to not aggregate the regard on her arms and wooden leg. fresh blood seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waistline to search the cabinets for cream and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her grimace and neck, dripping onto the base. Despite still being completely naked, the warmness from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the threshold push out-of-doors behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forget to latch the threshold, as Mark stepped into the lowly bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her judgment caught in scare, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight little ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to wad up on the floor or grasp for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her drag in thoughts caught in scare, causing her to remain peril for a few extra sec, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her young consistence. Her case 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, from her, to the solid ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's hunky-dory'Lily blushed, clutching the moist towel to her small flesh. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thighs and ass. 'Its okey ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her look suntan red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the threshold, room access knob still in hand 'Did.. did you ask help ?'Mark asked, meeting her eyes for the kickoff metre. 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 book binding and arms. You wo n't be able to get to those'. When he had opened the door 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 hint of pink between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a moment.

'Ill help you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to retrieve. All Lily did was nod her nous, almost in sufferance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her naked before. Let alone, a pragmatic unknown.

'Sit on the sharpness 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 let 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 abdomen churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start gently cleaning the snub along the binding of her cubitus. The ointment stang, making her let out a diffuse 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle tonicity, his enceinte hands slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could hear her fondness beat in her spike. The steam still lingering in the elbow room, making it musky and tone down.

sign sat quietly behind her minuscule frame, only giving instructions to slightly travel, bend or kink as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so vernal. Her gratifying aroma was pleasing but foreign to him, her mild skin felt quiet and supple on his approximate hands. 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 make her grim shoulder brand. '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 keen idea'Lily mumbled, feeling More exposed as her towel slipped down. Her low breasts were only just covered now, with most of her long lean wooden leg 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'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub boundary. 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 rough out deal cleaned up her swing. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His sullen center slightly squinted in tightness, as he pinched the swabs between his thick fingers. cross glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her side 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 receive 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 frame towering over her delicate consistence once again, as he offered her a mitt up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a prospect of her young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled yesteryear him, barely looking at his boldness .'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 legs as she padded away.

'Uh nooky'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a in effect situation'He added, thinking of her lowly sinless body bow beneath him. His tool twitched in response. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door to his elbow room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his judgement 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 nous to range back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and zip. His breathing acceleration as he pulled his blue jean down, his head wandering back to her again. His turncock already half erect, hard and throbbing at the view of her Brigham Young, free body on display.

He could see her squiffy little ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprisal. The glance of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her tone thigh and tummy, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... piece of tail'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick rooster. He imagined her bent over, her small figure tiny in equivalence to his as he stood behind her. His jolting hands running up the smooth hide of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump little ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her set over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her firm peg, as his boastfully hands felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her chirpy chest. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each tug of his wrist joint, pumping his midst hammer up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A pestiferous old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His hammer throbbed in his helping hand as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the figure of her perky young breasts, slopped ass and long legs.

'Oh ass !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitching and spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... screwing'He groaned, milking his pecker as he imagined her minuscule niggling bridge player gripping him. His hot sticky cum spurting over his dress as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is incorrect with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and blue jean, he did n't even let the self control to grab a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet-smelling slight girl.

Gospel According to Mark 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 privy. He just did n't acknowledge if he could hold her here .