This story is based on an actual event where the author learned by chance that a young squatter was using his lease property as her own home during the periods that his seasonal tenant was away. The main plot and surrounding story values are detailed from actual accounts as it unfolded and as always, it is told as if it were experienced by his alter ego, The Great Peterswiftt.

It had been only a few days since my tenant Kay James flew back home to Boston with her friend Dunbar who had been down visiting with her here and since we spent the last several fun filled action packed days together, I was experiencing a kind of emptiness from missing them both.

That being said, since I’m set in my ways (oddly enough) I was still looking forward to a few days of alone time while they did their girl thing up at Kay’s summer home in Massachusetts, but then again, somehow it just seemed like my life would be easier if she would just move down here.

Anyway it was Friday and later than normal when I finally closed my office, it had been quite a busy and profitable week and knowing I had the evening free (in fact the whole weekend ahead of me if I chose) I decided to stop by my favorite Ale House out off of Bee Ridge Road to relax over a couple of heavy craft draft beers and my favorite meal of a New York strip and loaded baked potato before running by to check on the house she leases.

The minute he saw me walk in Scotty pulled my personalized stainless steel mug and started filling it: "Peter I’m glad you stopped in, this is a local IPA that just arrived and I would like your opinion, " he announced as he slid it over to me while adding: "Spending the weekend with those two little Hotties I saw you in here with the other night?" He asked looking a bit envious.

"No Mr. Scott, just some quiet R and R and it just so happens I dropped her and her friend at Tampa Airport for their flight home day before yesterday" I answered: "and since I am already down this far out of my way, I thought I would have a couple beers and maybe a steak before I run by my other house where that friend you saw me with winters. I just want to check the fridge for perishables reset the pool timer and lock up and stuff. .. You know the drill." I explained.

After my meal and the resulting three or so beers I was pulling in the driveway at my lease property in Colonial Gables where Matt (the kid next door was standing on his mother’s sidewalk hosing off her lawn mower) who ran over to advise me: "Hey Mr. Swiftt, she just left."

Surprised at that remark and obviously unaware of what it meant I had to ask: "Who?"

"You know your house guest, that new tenant lady staying here." He proudly answered.

"Matt." I explained: "I drove Kay and her friend to the airport a couple of days ago, this house should be empty!"

"No!” He immediately replied: “a new different girl. You must have missed her; she just now walked down Brookmeade Drive that way” and he pointed: “She's wearing a tight skirt and I didn't get a close look at her face, but what I did see looks really HOT! How do you do it Mr. Swiftt?"

Now that had my curiosity up, you see Matt was just the kid next door who had no reason to put me on over something that serious and as I started to feel anger: "Thanks" I answered not wanting to let on that what he had told me had the potential of being a serious issue and without another word I turned and headed for the front porch.

When I stopped at the front door to think for a minute, my curiosity got the better of me (not to mention that I was pissed that anyone would have the audacity to take advantage of the great Peterswiftt) so, I climbed back in my SUV and headed out in the direction that Matt had indicated.

Not too far up ahead my headlights caught a figure and I noticed what looked to be a young girl walking and even though she was wearing a skirt and appeared overdressed for a Florida evening stroll, I decided not to stop. Hell I didn't want to risk looking like a pervert if she wasn't the one who Matt had just described and what would I have said to her anyway? So, I slowly drove on by and while looking straight ahead so as not to call attention to myself, I made the block and headed back to the house.

I parked on the street two doors down and after I letting myself in; I reset the alarm and waited in the dark in the great room chair that allowed me a full view of the front door.

I have always found it odd when I notice that with each home comes a distinct aroma when you first walk in. To me, that one was always pleasant in every way, a clean smell, much like mine in Oyster Bay, but yet distinctively different and unique in some way as I sat back to watch and listen.

Just about the time I started to doze off in the pleasant feel and scent of that fine leather, I heard a key in the door and I watched through the leaded glass as her little form boldly opened it ... and to my surprise she walked right in like she owned the place and while fumbling with her purse and some plastic grocery bags, she attempted to reset the alarm code that I had already programmed to “entered.”

She momentarily looked a bit puzzled at the keypad, shook her head and turned on the entry light ... and while taking several steps toward the kitchen she noticed my presence lurking in the shadows and she froze.

Her face instantly took on a surreal mask of sudden terror and she turned so pale that her lips went white before huffing out two questions so fast they were difficult to understand: "who are you? What are you doing here?" Those words were spoken so fast that they actually sounded like a cryptic song.

"I am the guy whose name is on the owner's signature line at the bottom of the deed to this property young lady. That’s who I am;” I answered calmly with an intentionally enhanced arrogance in my voice, before sarcastically adding: "Funny!. .. Those are the exact two questions that I need you to answer for me" and I gave her my best mean look.

When she didn’t immediately respond: "Well. .. I'm waiting little girl!" I taunted.

"Look Mister, it doesn't hurt anything for me to stay here, I have never touched, bothered or stolen anything of yours" she frantically responded trying to redeem herself from what she could only imagine would be my intended wrath.

"You know. .. you really insult my intelligence when you lie to me like that." I answered: "Do you really expect me to believe that? The lady that I do allow to stay here is a dear friend of mine and I've seen her in the very outfit that you are wearing now. So. .. let me just get her on the phone" and I picked up my cell from where I’d laid it on the end table earlier, adding: "and maybe I'll just ask her if she loaned out any of her clothing recently. .. and other than the fact that you’re not paying me rent. .. that should clear most of this up."

She immediately looked straight down at the floor and reacted in a low panicked, almost pathetic voice: "Ok, ok. .. ok you’re right Mr. what are you going to do with me?. .. I did it, I stayed here, so what is it you want from me?"And from the instant change in her expression I could tell that she wished she hadn't asked any of those questions ... and both of us knew it was far too late for her to take them back.

"First of all, I'll be the one doing the questioning." I informed her trying to buy some time while I decided what I was really going do: "I am curious to see how far this thing actually goes and I want you to tell me if anyone else is involved. .. or if you’re acting alone. I also want to know how you managed to come by my house key and alarm codes."

When she didn't immediately answer I added: "Mike Shipley is a good friend of mine, he’s a Sarasota police sergeant and maybe it would be easier on you if he was the one doing the questioning" and I looked down at the cell phone still in hand.

"Look Mr. It’s not like that. I use to work for the cleaning service you still use now. I’d clean this house twice a month or so, " she reluctantly answered: "and you always provided the office with an annual schedule of when your guests would arrive and what date they would be leaving. I would tidy it up and have everything fresh for them prior to their arrival and do a much deeper cleaning after they left. .."

"You used to, as in the past?" I shot back cutting her off mid explanation: "What happened, were you terminated for stealing cloths and squatting in the homes of the other homeowners that you cleaned for?" I was intentionally sarcastically taunting her.

"No. .. no. .. nothing like that! I was laid off and they shuffled me out in a hurry and I didn’t have time to turn in the keys and schedule book!" She blurted out. "The owner of the company that is a Cuban and he brought some of his relatives over and one of them took my job. .. Mister, please, won't you just let me go?" by then she was actually begging me.

I looked her up and down and thought Matt was spot on, she was hot, real HOT for her age, but in a sexy, Floridian dirt leg sort of way. A real little Redneck Cracker cutie, obviously full of spunk and the scent of her warm sweaty and now overly nervous flesh added a certain dimension of erotic arousal to that moment. She had close trimmed unpainted finger nails, a cute face framed in short dusty blond hair and the tiniest hint of plumpness in her stature, but all in the right places and that tough, spunky almost defiant attitude she freely emulated, somehow made her even more appealing to me ... but in a sinister, totally forbidding, but yet irresistible sort of way.

All of a sudden before I knew I was going into put it in words I heard myself ask: "Young lady how old are you?" and that rolled right off the end of my tongue as if I had intended to ask her that all along.

"I’m nineteen." She answered: "But why Mister, why would that matter to you? What are you going to do with me?"

The exact instant I heard her last eight words I felt the familiar strong twinge up behind my scrotum from somewhere deep within my prostate, the very same one that always tends to send that electro-lust charge through my testicles, before flowing up my shaft only to explode in the head of my penis, demanding my unsolicited reply of: "Fair question" and I couldn’t believe I was actually considering what I was considering.

Suddenly with obvious caution and concern over increasing sensations, I carefully continued; if for nothing else but to buy myself time: "Right now, hmm. .. I think my buddy Mike is the only safe bet for me. .. unless that is you’re willing to agree to some other terms for settlement.” Then I overconfidently added: “But you might want to consider that you are probably wearing over twelve hundred and change in stolen clothing. .. and in this state of Florida, stealing that dollar amount makes you a felon."

And in reaction she loudly sucked in a deep gasping breath through gnashed teeth.

"Have you ever been arrested before?" I asked as I started to play her: "Do you have a record?" I inquired to pile it on; and as she continued looking down, her pale complexion started to blush and without waiting on her slow response, I demanded: "Show me some I.D." and finally, she nervously fumbled through her purse and handed it to me.

As young as she looked I wasn’t interested in her name, what I really wanted to verify was that she was at least eighteen. But by then my hormone induced adrenaline had kicked in and the fact that I was getting aroused made it difficult for my man brain to do any form of math in my head, so I bluffed: "How old did you just tell me you are?"

"Ok, . .. ok, I'm eighteen!. .. but as you can see there on my license Mister, I'll be nineteen next month, so I wasn't really lying to you."

"Amanda is it?" I finally read and knew her name for the first time and then asked sarcastically: "If you're not willing to tell me if you have a police record or not, I might as well call my buddy Mike and have him run your I.D."

"Twice for shoplifting" she frantically blurted out ashamed and embarrassed and then with eyes like a caged animal, she pleaded: "Look Mister, I'll put the cloths back and you will never see me again. .. Honest, I promise, I don't need any more trouble" and when I didn't immediately respond, she became overanxious and started to beg: "Ok? Please?. ..Mister Please? Please Just please let me go!"

"Amanda I'm curious, what would possess you to break into someone else's home and actually live in it? I’m finding that part of your story hard to believe and the excuse that you didn’t know it was wrong doesn’t pass the smell test. .. and to steal clothing?" I interrogated: "You look like you should be much smarter than that young lady." I continued to taunt.

After an emotionally cowering pause, she composed herself and tearfully informed me: "My Mom is a drunk and a druggy. .. even with me doing more than my part and paying over half of our expenses, she went through our rent money and I didn't know we were behind in our trailer payments" and she took a deep breath and went on to explain: "Now she is in jail and I came home last week after being laid off to find all of our belongings thrown out on the curb with people picking through everything. All of my clothes and personal items were missing and there was an eviction order taped to the door over a padlock." Then she started to cry: "please. .. just let me go, I'll put these clothes back like I promised you."

Until that exact moment I was being cruel for shock value, sure I was feeling some compassion for her dilemma, in fact I had always been a soft touch for the obvious true sob story of a damsel in distress, but this (for some unknown reason) started to take a different turn. I don’t know if it was the empty void left from Kay and Dunbar recently leaving, the initial insult of finding out from the kid next door that I had a squatter out smart and make a fool out of me. .. or what, . .. but whatever it was, suddenly I felt the evil majesty from being emboldened into the total man in charge without any fear of reprisal or reparation for anything that I was about to do.

There was just something about the sheer panic in her expression and desperation in her voice that seemed to literally charge me with a sensation of extreme influential power, that to this day I can’t explain and as lustful thoughts began to stoke the evil imagination within, they eventually consumed my sense of reason by turning me into someone else. .. and I heard him explain: "I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy. .. do you really expect me to just let you walk away without any consequences for your actions?” And in that moment I couldn’t turn it off.

"First of all, ” I continued: “Get out of those clothes, they don’t belong to you and they're not yours to wear."

And immediately she started looking a little relieved and with the slightest glimmer of hope in her expression, she sat her purse and bags down on the breakfast counter behind her and started heading toward the back bedroom, and I knew in that moment I was in total control: "Where do you think you're going?"

She stopped, turned to face me again and with a sound of total confusion in her shaky little voice, she answered: "To go and change Mister, just like you said."

"I didn't tell you to go change." I coldly announced: "I told you to get out of those clothes!“. .. and she just stood there for a moment looking even more perplexed and when my intentions finally sank in, she shook her head ‘no, ’ while backing away a few steps. .. and I started to pretend dial my cell phone again.

"Please Mister, no. .. stop! There has to be another way!" she pleaded: "Any other way" and I could actually see her nipples start to harden under the soft satiny finish of Kay’s expensive blouse from the very thought of what was now apparently the inevitable ... and then she froze like a statue.

Coldly and cruelly I reasoned: "Look, there are two ways, I simply call the police and you take your chances with them. .. or. .. you get undressed. .. it’s your decision" and I stared her down.

She was the first to break eye contact when she looked away and thought for a moment and then she defiantly threatened: "Well I'll just tell your police pal that you. .. you" and in that instant I cut her off again.

"What?. .. You’re intentions are to tell him what? You are obviously homeless; admittedly unemployed, both making you a vagrant I might add... and with, a police record for stealing on top of that? You're a big girl, so it’s your call. .. or mine. .. so you decide" I offered before adding: "But consider, mine will be a phone call to the police and with this being your third offense. .. you young lady. .. WILL DO THE FULL TERM." I explained: “There is No early release for that!”

"And if I were to agree, what is it you want from me?" She sheepishly requested and when I heard that level of panic in her voice, I noticed her hands start to tremble and I knew in that moment that she would fully comply.

To be honest, initially I really don’t think I had intended go through with what was about to unfold. I remember my original intentions were to only make her feel so scared and humiliated that she would never have the confidence to try anything like that again. But the harder I pushed, the deeper in I fell. .. until I heard in my own voice, my answer: "Everything!" Everything and anything" and as the evil part of my brain made the decision to take advantage of her helpless situation, I could actually tell she was considering my demands.

"Will you at least let me go to the bathroom first?" She inquired in a soft compelling voice, and then from fear and emotion she started to tear up a little more over her final decision.

Now here I have to stop writing this for a moment and rhetorically ask: “What is it about women and spontaneity when it comes to sex?” Even in less intimidating aggressive situations, unless they’re the ones who have totally prepared for any experience of love making in advance, or are actually the ones to initiate, there’s always that: “ I have to go to the bathroom. .. first”. .. thing to deal with. Do they have to see if everything is in order, take a personal inventory or check the condition of themselves? I mean this has not only always puzzled me, but it seems to take something out of the mood and it definitely is a huge buzz kill. .. But anyway, let me take you back to my “Intrude Ordeal.”

Later!” I barked as if to command: “I want the pleasure of experiencing you exactly as you are" and that little look of total defiance reclaimed her young face the moment she started to unbutton Kay's blouse.

"No!"... I instructed: "Start with the panties." When she gave me a look of total confusion, I clarified: "Take the panties off first, and do it very slowly, I want to enjoy this. .. that is if you're wearing panties, " then to intimidate her even further, I reached over and turned on the end table lamp.

She paused for a moment and then bent over toward me and reached up under that close fitting skirt ... and while making every effort to only raise it as little as one inch; I watched her wrestle with the tiny garment to finally pull what appeared as a light blue thong down, turning it inside out as it traveled along her firm thighs, over her knees and then down past her shapely calves to where she finally let it come to rest on the floor around her feet.

The second she looked up at me (perhaps to seek my approval) I added: "Now hand them to me please."

And in order to prevent squatting in front of me where I might possibly be able to peek up under Kay’s skirt, she bent to her right side, reached down with that hand, took hold of the part that was on top of her little right foot ... and carefully stepped out of them.

When she just stood there holding that tiny forbidden garment up close to her chest, I added: "Please?" and nodded toward them as I extended her my open hand.

She took a half step toward me and bent forward to avoid getting any closer ... and while fully extending her right arm, finally, with kind of a defiant little toss, they were in my open palm: "Look Mister, do we really have to do this?" She fearfully inquired in a low and trembling voice.

"Why no, you're right. .. we can stop now and I'll make that call. .. Like I told you, this is your choice, " and while I held the thong toward her in an offering for her to take it back, I started to pretended to phone the police for the third time ... while she reluctantly made her choice by starting to slowly unbutton Kay's blouse from the bottom up.

As she glared directly at me, I turned that thong around in my fingers, located the darker wet portion on the narrow ribbon of an inseam, held that tiny portion under my nose and intentionally took in one long loud sniff ... and I watched as her face uncontrollably grimace from the sight of my actions.

The sheer pleasure from me intentionally experiencing her essence directly in front of her defiant little face became my total arousal ... and for some unknown reason, without losing our eye contact I heard myself boldly remark: "Niiiice" and she kind of stomped one foot and just stood there holding the unbuttoned blouse closed.

Now it is quite a walk up Bee Ridge Road to the nearest grocery and if you consider the moderate distance from that house to Bee Ridge, I would have to say it makes that entire round trip on foot, quite a hike. Though I have never actually clocked it, if I had to guess I would say it had to be over three miles in each direction and even though she was smart enough to leave right after dark to avoid the heat from the direct Southern Florida sun, that time of year still provides unpleasantly hot and muggy nights, and that one was no exception.

Even with the effects from all of that on her young body, the scent of that natural moisture was rousingly beautiful and I found it kind of floral but feminine and all warm and buttery, almost a fruity apricot-like scent as my manhood reposition itself within the ever increasing discomfort from the confines of my pant covered briefs.

I nodded toward her again requesting: "Now that” and she kind of bit her lower lip before ever slowly opening Kat’s blouse, only to let it fall off the back of her solders and I watched as it came to rest in the bends of her slender elbows.

Her fully exposed breasts looked young and solid, not too long, but more large around and plumper than I had expected and the ample areolas that sat up more on the top third at the center of each became raised like fine coins, perfectly framing protruding nipples that pointed to the ski. But I could immediately sense her humiliation, even though she made no attempt to cover herself, it showed, in fact she actually arched her back slightly to allow the blouse to slink off her forearms to find its way into her hands.

I remember how beautiful they looked under the glistening sweat that enhanced and accentuated their appearance with a million tiny sparkles created from the hand leaded glass of the Tiffany table lamp.

With the slightest hint of defiance on her face, earnest humility seemed to set the mood and she let the blouse go behind her ... and while standing in front of me wearing only Kay’s skirt, she tried to avoid any further eye contact.

After a moment of her trying to read her new situation, she glanced down at my lap and that look of humility immediately turned into one of both fear and concern, but still, he seemed unable to take her eyes off of the giant lump that kept growing from the effect of her stare.

Suddenly she looked as if she was about to balk, to cut and run, but I didn't give her any time to ponder out of fear she might even totally back out and run and how would I explain her partial nudity: "Now come over here to me." I ordered: "Step in between me and this ottoman and turn away to face the desk" and as she tearfully complied; in a voice more cruel than I had anticipated, I demanded: "Bend over at your waist, put your forearms down on the leather and arch your back for me” and after she reluctantly obliged, I just sat there in total awe of the most beautiful plump, little teenaged ass that my friend Kay's expensive, silky-satin designer skirt had ever covered.

My adrenalin and testosterone levels were demanding I jerk that skirt up over her ass to the small of her back and dive right in! But oh how my ego wanted to be patient, in fact at that time I was already looking for a way, any way that would make that moment last forever! I mean to tell you, I just sat there reveling in the titillating view and the sweet inviting aroma of her close presence, trying to drink her all in through my eyes and through my nose. .. until she broke that intoxicating spell by turning her head to look back and ask: "After I let you do whatever, what grantee do I have you will let me go?"

And for me, even at eighteen years and change, she actually showed she was street wise: "Look little lady, I'm not holding you here now." I remember reminding her as my left palm slipped under her to find a warm, smooth, damp tiniest hint of a belly: “You’re not my captive, I gave you your choice” and my right slowly took hold of a firm ample breast, finding it to be both warm and smooth and definitely more than anything I had anticipated, as my heart began to pound in my chest.

As soon as I tweaked and gently pulled that firm nipple straight down, she threw her head back, took in a deep breath through her nose. .. and then asked in a breathy sigh: "You're not going to hurt me are you?"

"Heavens no!” I immediately answered: “In fact little lady I intend to do my very best to share a real moment with you, one of passion and deep mutual pleasure if you allow it. .. and along this journey if you find yourself starting to succumb. .. just relax and let yourself get into it. I can guarantee that that will make this a lot more fun than you can ever imagine."

In a totally reluctant reaction she blurted out: "Well can we just get it over with then?" and right after that outburst she actually started to kind of sob under her breath.

In a sarcastic tone I rhetorically responded: "Why. .. is there somewhere you have to be? And out of pure disgust she huffed out a loud sigh and her anger became apparent.

But by then I was too far into it, too far into her and I guess you could say I had reached the point of no return. As I stood directly behind her slowly inching up Kay’s skirt, there were no further signs of reluctance or resistance ... and I looked down on one of the prettiest bare plump little picturesque asses I had ever uncovered, when: "Relax" came out of my mouth as my hands explored every square inch of those taught, smooth soft, plump little teen cheeks ...and moments later both thumbs gently slid deep within them.

My hand to God, as I slowly separated and held them apart, it literally reveled a breathtaking view of everything that lied within. .. and after witnessing her warm moist flesh separate the entire length of her crack as it kind of peeled away one side from the other, that sweet glorious teenaged scent that I hadn’t experienced since my high school years brought back decade old memories of each conquest, complete with every name, date and time. .. and so intoxicatingly strong, that it actually made my penis jerk in an attempt to impossibly fill with even more blood while being held hostage inside the uncomfortable restrictive confines of my slacks.

When I stood to quickly remove them, I saw a single drop of sweat run down the center of her lower spine, then under the waistband of that bunched up skirt, and after it traveled down over her tailbone, I anxiously lifted it out of the crack of her butt with the tip of my tongue ... and Holy Mother of God it was smooth and savory and sweet and luscious and I found myself longing to taste even more of it directly from the source. .. and I mean from every square inch of her smooth, moist, young fit little form.

As the heat from her nervous tension enhanced the aromas of her flesh, it blended in the cool air of the room as it seemed to accentuate everything to become more pungent and pronounced, and immediately I was on my knees and as I buried my face between the soft smooth pillowy cheeks of that young fragrant ass, I was in Man Heaven!

The instant that my nose inadvertently touched her sticky little anal bud, my tongue located the warm creamy folds of everything south in that glorious valley. .. and without any caution or hesitation, I was savoring the flavors of young feminine cream like I haven't tasted since my football days back in school ... and to my surprise, that very stimulus caused the detailed memory of each and every previous recipient. .. right down to their names, phone numbers and the actual date of occurrences.

You know I’m compelled to take a moment here to say that the woman's body is a marvelous creation. Even in a most adverse circumstance such as this, if played correctly it just cannot shut itself down and resist showing all the signs and results of being thoroughly pleasured. Even if the woman’s angry with you or in a reluctant, or a semi non consensual mood, if you take your time and tenderly play her right, she can still be dialed in to both receive and display ultimate sexual grandeur. .. whether the strong female will wants to succumb to those sensations. .. or not.

Oh try as they may to hide it, they just can never cover up the results of entering such rapture and Amanda here ... well, she was of no acceptation.

Was what I was doing at that time wrong? Not really, she was given a legal choice. Did she fall victim to blackmail? Well, that is debatable, however she was offered several chances to atone for her actions; actions that were in no way fabricated, making what we were doing still consensual.

Though my own heightened excitement was demanding me to jump on and screw the living shit out of her, I decided instead to play her like a fine string instrument. I mean I lapped the little rounded and flat parts of her plump outer lips with my tongue, down and in the creases between them and into the soft smooth recesses that become her plump little cheeks that form the thighs on her lovely teen lower body.

As my nose continued contact with her little brown eye, the tip of my tongue ever so gently parted her creamy darker tan inner lips and as I slowly worked it deep within the pink, I was taking no prisoners.

Her natural inner moisture felt thick and viscous on my taste buds as it bathed my tongue and it was smooth and savory and her flavor paramount as it all literally coated everything within my mouth, and the knowledge of her age and the empowerment that her helpless scenario afforded me, caused a power so forceful that my hands began to shake and my heartbeat became so loud that I was afraid she would hear it.

It seemed like the exact time the cleft in my chin brushed against the firm point of her clitoris, she started to instinctively raise and lower her butt, kind of pushing it back a little into my face and I sucked that tiny bulb into my mouth. As I worked that young little hot button with the top and sides of my tongue it continued to swell between my lip covered teeth ... and her breathing became so deep and erratic that she actually started panting.

Hearing that I stopped, waited a few seconds for her to come back down. .. and then I started back in on it. .. all over again.

I teased her like that over and over, intentionally bringing her to what I knew had to be the very cusp of orgasm, each time allowing her only to get a little closer before I would cruelly shut her down and wait. .. and I mean wait for it to completely fade, intentionally denying her what she now not only wanted, but desperately needed. With every nerve ending in her young body screaming for a climactic rush. .. I’d stop, reel her in and then start in, all over again and again and again.

Amanda was totally predictable, so easy to read and I took full advantage of teasing her like that until I finally heard her over anxiously groan: "Oh my God!. .. Come on man just do it!"

And I was on my feet.

In the exact instant my left four fingers were atop her tailbone, my thumb located and slid palm deep up her tender young anal bud and slow and deliberately my right index and middle finger simultaneously invaded her wet womanhood and the instant my knuckles swept her lust swollen "G" spot, there could be no doubt that she was at the extreme edge of a powerful orgasm. .. and believe me when I final let it happened, it was fucking massive.

Those two fingers, cupped palm and lower wrist instantly became wet as she fluttered out one long soft breathy sigh and as she literally went weak in the knees. her firm lower belly plopped hard and flat on top that leather ottoman and she squirmed and wiggled in its never ending aftermath..

I gently stroked the small of her back with my left palm as I licked and sucked that warm stringy nectar from where it webbed in between the fingers of my free hand and as she pushed herself up on her arms in an attempt to stand, I unzipped Kay's rumpled up skirt and watched it fall to the floor.

In no time we were in the master bedroom where without resistance; she laid herself out on her back atop the bedspread and I was postured at the foot of the bed quickly undressing in front of her.

As I stood up after removing my briefs, she was up on her elbows staring at my fully erect package with a gaze that seemed both of surprise and disbelief ... and her eyes followed only that, as I walked to the side of the bed. .. and to my surprise, she actually rolled over to face me as I crawled in next to her.

The second my head hit the pillow, I lay with my left arm up above my head with my right behind her and I drew her up against me. .. and without ever taking her eyes off my massive erection she brazenly offered: "Look Mister, I have only been with like two boyfriends" and when she paused, I just lay quiet to allow her to finish: "But nothing. .. ever like this. .. Mister this is. .."

"Peter." I informed her and when she finally looked away from her fixation with my crotch to confront me face to face and then she kind of giggled with a silly smirk and just waited; until I explained: "Amanda, my name is actually Peter, so please just call me Peter."

"Peter, I have never had anything like this. .. in fact I have never even seen anything like this" and as she took it in her little hand, she noticed that her short fingers wouldn't close all the way around its massive girth.

Suddenly, as a result of her contact, a huge glob of precum pumped out of the large slit in the bulbous head and she inquired just above a whisper: "Would it be alright if I just finish you off by hand?"

The sincerity it her tone was so overwhelmingly surprising to me that after I spoke it, I wished that I had phrased it a little more eloquently, however: "Now what fun would you get from that?" Is what came out of my mouth.

As she slid her hand straight up toward the throbbing head in order to physically gauge the sheer girth and length of what her eyes were actually viewing, she openly exclaimed: "But you're too. .. you're so. .. I mean you are so. .. so damn big. .. I just don't know."

With the most reassuring voice I could express, I attempted to console her: "I told you that I wouldn't hurt you, I am good at this so just relax” and I brought my left hand up her smooth feel of her back and I slowly guided her head down from my chest toward my lower belly.

With very little prompting, she kind of sat up a little and took me into her mouth without wiping away of my thick excretion.

She seemed a little like (I don't know, maybe clumsy at first) like she really didn't know exactly what to do with me once I was in her mouth, but perhaps she was just being cautious. .. for in the next few minutes her tongue swirled around the head and she started to suck and bob with a hungry gusto I didn’t expect.

I gently reached down and took hold of her right ankle and slowly pulled and positioned her legs strait back, easing them up toward my shoulders and as she instinctively followed, with a gentle little lift I had her up on my chest, face down and she straddled my face.

Within a second I had her comfortably positioned with her young little butt just above the tip of my nose and after I bunched both pillows up under my head, I spread those plump, soft little teenaged cheeks with my eight fingers and I went in deep with my face to experience every ounce of the cheerleader’esque glory that lived in the valley of that gorgeous little butt.

Just as she started to take me deeper in her mouth. .. while still working me over with the top and the edge of her tongue, I gently lifter her off of me, rolled her onto her back and as I placed her smooth calves on either side of my face and down over my shoulders, she reached up and took my angry manhood in the palms of both her tiny little hands.

As I ever so slowly hunched my lower back forward, she directed its huge throbbing purple/blue head between her creamy inner folds AND DEAR GOD, the tip was finally in and it was warm in a moist thickness that was truly magnificent!.

"Easy, " I told myself when she whimpered a little: "Be tender old man, don’t ruin this" I thought and when she finally let it go, her tiny hands were on my shoulders. .. and I slowly. .. and tenderly. .. started to work the rest of myself on in.

She felt forbiddingly tight, almost like a second foreskin compressing hard over my head and down my shaft and I thanked God that she was that wet, for there was no way she could have taken me otherwise. Her internal compression over my length actually burned from the resistance, but in a pleasing way I had never experienced.

The contact of her vaginal wall was exactly the same as her tight little opening and it felt warm and so damn good around the fat girth of my shaft that I couldn’t believe such sensual pleasures even existed.

Though my first male instinct was to lunge, plunge and break her in, make her pay, show her who was in charge, I remembered that promise I made not hurt her and it was a promise that I intended to keep. After all, it really didn't harm anything for her to stay here I selfishly reasoned and as: "If you play her right Swiftt, ” popped into my thoughts: “I just might be able to do this again, perhaps even with some long term possibilities.”

Then suddenly I was up on my hands and knees monitoring her face and when I saw her expression was a blended mix of pleasure and discomfort, I heard myself ask: "Are you doing ok?" and without an answer, her arms went around the back of my neck and her short nails went into my flesh and when she pulled herself up against me to where we were actually face to face, I felt myself bottom out with ample length to spare.

"OH!. .. She huffed directly in my ear: "OH! Yeah, I think I'm ok" she whispered with her sweet breath now all over my chin. .. and as I ever so slowly started to withdraw all but the head, I commenced back in on a slow continuous process causing an ever increasing flow of her natural creaminess that increased enough to finally allowed me to pick up my pace.

After what seemed to be an eternity in penis time, my speed eventually topped out and with every bottoming inward stroke I would feel my bulbous head mash out of shape causing her to huff out an "Oh! Oh" at the conclusion of each inward motion.

Just as my pattern got to where I was all but half a head out on back stroke with full, firm bottoming contact during each forward conclusion, she started to whimper and whine and then shudder and those little constant breathy "Oh! Oh!" Huffs, turned into one loud continuous animalistic guttural inner growl of "Ooooooooooowow MY DEAR GODDDDD!"

And there could be no doubt that she was starting to cum again, but that time with one hell of an explosive vengeance that was surprisingly followed by a forceful warm fluid discharge I will never forget.

I felt its pressure build hot around my head and continue up my shaft, coating the entire tight surface in between us in its hungry path. .. and when I swear I heard it exit her tender inner lips only to impact my swinging sack, it literally cream coated her plump little mound ... and I continued to churned it into a thick, fragrant white foam.

Finally I stopped. .. and while holding myself at full depth just to swell the head against the bottom of her vaginal canal, she let go of my neck with an audible “Huff” of pure relief before collapsing like a ragdoll beneath me and it was amazing!

It took everything I had to continue that rapid flexing until I knew that her massive orgasm had concluded, and then out of breath, with my loins aching, my heart pounding, I watched in awe as her throat, down past her collarbone and in between her lovely breasts become ringing wet with heavy beads of sweat that I kissed and licked and tasted while watching her smooth young tan flesh bloom into a soft pink dusty rose colored afterglow, that magically painter her from her forehead down past her cute little outie.

When I was compelled to look in between us, for the first time I notice that her neatly trimmed little patch was the exact same dusty blond color as that on her head, and though I was sure I had already noticed it; through all that lustful confusion leading up to what just happened, I couldn’t help but think to myself: "Wow it’s a march, this little Hottie is all natural!" But she had to be, her innocence, her scent, her flavor, her very essence smacked of purity, for there was nothing masked, covered or phony about that.

When her deep conviction finally concluded, I slowly withdrew and placed the back of her little heals up on my shoulders. With the insides of her ankles resting firm against both sides of my face, I rolled her cute little butt up onto her tailbone and when my enraged greedy head finally centered itself in the firm warmth of her tiny puckered rim, that tight little light tan colored donut would all but yield.

Now everyone who either knows me or follow my stories should be aware of the fact that I always expect a sexual three course meal, meaning I love and expect oral, vaginal and anal sex all in every session and I always force myself to hold off my own release in order to maintain my erection long enough for me to experience the true enjoyment of all three.

Her immediate reaction was a resounding "NO!" and I knew that she was far too young, too tight and too innocent and in keeping the earlier promise, I pulled back and I rolled off of her.

Once on my back, breathless, totally spent and about a foot away from her warmth, within an instant her young body close the gap between us and as I laid there with balls aching and a broken promise to my raging erection, surprisingly she snuggled even closer and without as much as a word spoken between us, she straddled my head, eased her wet crotch down over my face and took my wet slimy member deep in the warmth of her mouth.

As she lifted and gently squeezed each testicle, to my surprise, somewhere between her fourth and fifth bob I felt those giant balls draw away from her hands and while they attempted to crawl up inside of my lower belly, she held them back and I heard her deep guttural gagging as they started uncontrollably releasing ribbon after ribbon of hot overdue man seed directly down her young throat.

My head forced itself deeper in my pillow, my feet automatically flew apart and as my toes curled so far back that my claves actually cramped, I experienced one of the most powerful climaxes I could ever remember ... and she continued.

Finally, she stopped and held me in her mouth and with her lips just behind my throbbing head; I felt the tip of her tongue attempt to French the opening of my slit and several minutes after, she finally let me slip from her mouth ... and then I heard ‘her swallow.’

She took my fading member in her hand and while holding me up out of the way, she began licking and sucking my shaft and scrotum until it was totally clean.

I was totally spent, I’ll admit it; I was drained. but yet totally satisfied all rolled into one and when she scooted up to lay her head against my chest, my curiosity got the better of me and I was compelled to ask, Lord I really needed to know: "My God, where on earth did you learn that?"

Surprisingly without hesitation she pressed her nudity firmer against my side, hugged my chest with her right arm and while playfully pulling, teasing and playing in my chest hair: "My Stepdad" is all she offered while she started to spoon me somewhere deep into the early morning hours before we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke shortly after to soft cute little puffy snores against my chest, and even from feeling a bit chilly I was still surprised to find her still snuggled up tight under my right arm. Her little butt was still cupped in my hand and it felt ice cold. So eased my arm out from under her head, found a blanket over in the closet, turned off all the lights and as I slowly crawled back into bed, I threw that blanket over the two of us and just laid there listening to the soft sound of her cute snoring while thoroughly enjoying that unmistakable fragrance of youth.

And lying there attempting to keep feelings of impending guilt at bay, I eventually fell back into a much needed sleep.

The next morning I woke to the sound of the shower running in the master bath and I was surprised she was still there. Even though I would have been ok if she took the first opportunity to flee, I did take some solace in knowing every minute she decided to linger helped buffer me from any embellished harassment complaint afterthought.

Within moments it stopped and seconds after I heard the glass door, she walked out totally nude, un-toweled and while making no attempt to cover the youthful beauty of her glistening wet body. .. she paused and looked around.

I fully expected her to hurriedly struggle putting on whatever clothing she had arrived in over that damp flesh in order to make a hasty retreat and I must say that I was amazed when surprisingly she smiled and plopped down on the bed next to me while asking: "What now?"

At that time in my life I had been widowed and remained single for many years and though it’s quite obvious that I enjoy my adult fun, every following morning I mostly would prefer to wake and find myself alone. .. and with Amanda there was no exception.

However seeing that unquestionable look of youth that morning after was actually compelling me to face how young she actually was and completely void of any lust driven denial, I began instantly feeling guilt for taking such an advantage: "Amanda. .. right now I guess we're even and you’re square with the house. .. so, I wish you luck and you are free to go."

To my surprise a hurt look came over her pretty little face as if I was somehow kicking her to the curb, and then I felt even worse: “I’m a good man damn it, you can’t always figure women no matter what their age, ” I thought and it’s not that I didn’t try: “Then again Peter, think man! She is a thief, an intruder who set out to take advantage of you” I tried to reason, but damn, looking at her then. .. all I could see was a helpless child.

Without conviction, she slipped her right hand under the blanket and while fondling my balls she asked: "Don’t you want me again?" and there absolutely could be no denial when my entire package answered her call by doing its jerky rise to glory.

Suddenly the remorse I was experiencing turned to pure skepticism from her total one eighty. It was a change of heart that I knew enough to be cautious of: “after all I am a fortunate man with too much to lose, ” so: "Amanda, why the about face, " I openly asked: "Maybe we should lay all the cards on the table here, " I probed and she just looked at me and didn't seem to want to answer, while still confidently continuing to play and fondle the boys.

Totally unsure with that new situation, I took her wrist to pull it away while reasoning: "Listen Amanda, like I said we are even now, besides, I have forty plus years on you, so where do you really see this going after last night?” I was attempting to be sound and firm in my request for closure, without hurting her feelings or making any accusations over her motive or intentions.

At that she softly smiled, buy didn't even wait to think before answering: "Listen, I need a place to live and this house stays empty most of the year" and she slowly pulled back the cover revealing my explosive morning wood: "I will keep this house up to your standards and manage it for the months that it's empty. .. and I will also agree to take care of this in exchange for staying here" and she took hold and firmly squeezed my throbbing erection.

Suddenly my man head forced my mouth to say: "Before I would even consider anything like that, I think we both need a trail period. This is a big commitment and both of us need to build a lot of trust first" and I got up and walked to her side of the bed as she turned to face me. When she looked up into my eyes, she took my wrist and sat at the edge of the bed and then lay down on her back and put her feet up on the edge of the mattress.

I took a step forward, bent my knees a little more and repositioned myself, Oh, I was ready, I mean surprisingly over ready, her cunning had made me that way.

I spread her little pinkish tan inner lips with my left thumb and index finger and I pressed my throbbing manhood into position, and after watching a glorious film of her clear nectar cling and cover in an attempt to guard her tight little opening, I slowly broke it as I fed myself in.

She was all warm inside, with a noticeable heat and to make it last I took her slow. As her young womanhood accepted what seemed over half of my shaft, a wanton look of pure pleasure came over her pretty little face and as soon as I felt myself bottom, I witnessed her inner lips cling and roll in at each advance only to hold on to follow me out during each backstroke ... as if they never wanted me to leave her.

When I felt the top radios of my blood engorged head pummel her growing "G" spot, she started to moan, and as I picked up the pace to where I would pull out all but out, the aid in the lube of her sweet fragrant cream allowed me to slam it in all the way home.

Just as I was about to release, she literally growled out in an almost hideous tone: "OH MY DEAR GOD!" And as her building inner fluid pressurized around my pistoning shaft, a series of firm rings seem to form in her vaginal wall and as they literally cut in to the tender meat of my shaft, a discharged from her inner depths became so violent that it sprayed out from in between us in a fine mist.

When I quickly I pulled out, I listened to her pre-womanhood emit a long babbling wet queefing sound as she literally went multiple ... and I unloaded all over her tight lower belly and plump little mound.

Totally and I do mean totally wasted, I huffed: “Amanda are you hungry?" I guess it was the only thing that I could think to say, but after that marathon, even though I wanted to lie back down, I felt like I could eat a bear.

She, on the other hand instantly rolled over and still full of energy, she smiled, thought for a moment and cleverly answering: "Yes. .. I am, you sneaking in on me last night caused me to miss my dinner."

“Well, there's a little breakfast place nearby called Millie's up off of Clark Road. She serves a fabulous Greek omelet and her crepes with warm orange liquor as the syrup are fantastic, but you can order whatever you want, but I'm not sure they serve your Spam." And from the look I got I knew that she realized I had seen a can of that cheap crap show through one of her thin plastic grocery bags.

“Let’s grab a shower and I'll introduce you to Millie if she's in. I understand that the little shop next door that sells junk jewelry also offers some ladies clothing. Maybe we can pick you up a few things after breakfast" and from the look on her face I think she knew she was in, and I knew (though I kept it to myself) I would be saving over a seven hundred a month in housekeeping fees just for teaching her the finer points of satisfying sex with a fortunate, mature/older gentleman.

When she headed for the master bath for her second shower, I offered: "Come on, I'll show you the outdoor shower here, it's private and I would really like to soap you up in the morning sunlight" and it was no surprise when she reached over and took my hand.

As we walked toward the two glass doors I remember thinking to myself: "Sometimes life can be good, but today, this day. .. it’s even better!"

The Intruder Ordeal – a true story by Peterswiftt