Asstr Pavel

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Asstr Pavel

Keywords: M,F, Mf+, Ff, M,F,f +, slow start, cons, rom , pedo , incest, voy
This story was kindly edited by: JojoMojo . See his web site on ASSTR at: http://www1.asstr.org/~JojoMojo/story_page.htm
Major Characters : Bryce( 40), Amanda(38), Grayson(42),
Mandy(15), Sara(13), Aaron (41), Amara (36), Melody
(15), Arden
(13), Kasey (14)
From the video : Sally( 13), Tawne (13),
Michael(14), Angelina(Just 13), Amiko(14), Craig(13), Emma(13), Jamal(13)
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This story is consensual in nature and contains a
fantasy of explicit detailed sexual content with minors. It is Adults
Only material. If this type of
reading material offends you – you do not want to read this story. Story codes generalize the story to provide
the reader a sense of its content. Just
remember this – this is a fantasy – kids do not behave or act this way. Enjoy the story, and leave the kids
alone. 
Started: November 2009 -
Completed: March 2010
“ Ooooouch … Bryce this really hurts… please
take it out,” she said as her face crunched itself together giving her a
ghastly expression. The pain must have
been rather harsh as her large baby blue eyes were filled with tears even
though none of them were streaming down her face as yet. 
“Just try and relax, this won’t take too long and the hard part is
really over,” said Bryce comfortingly as he slowly pushed deeper into her
flesh.
“Is it bleeding,” she huffed. She was panting now and trying to
distract herself from what felt to her like searing heat.
“Just a little… actually hardly at all,” he said absentmindedly as he
finally changed position to try and ease her discomfort.
Putting the needle under the redwood spear and exposing one end of it
from the ball of her foot he couldn’t help but notice that Sara was not wearing
panties. The loose legs of her culottes
were open wide for his eyes and concentrating on the task at hand was very
difficult. It was so pretty, so puffy
and full. Just inside her slit the flesh
changed color to a pretty soft pink. With
her leg bent at the knee and the heel of her foot resting on his knee he could
actually see her opened slit revealing all of her treasures. Even though his erection
was growing - first things first. 
He reached to his side and picked up the sterilized tweezers and moved
it just above where the needle was exposing the very large splinter.
“Grip onto something and for Christ’s sake, don’t wiggle your
leg. I’m going to pull it out and it’s
probably going to hurt. Got it?”
“ Ooooh … can’t we just leave it alone,” she
said with her eyes pleading at him.
“No. It will fester and swell
up causing you a lot more pain later. It
has to come out. Damn girl, I told you
to wear flip-flops or something on your feet when we were out on the new porch. It’s your fault kiddo, and the acid in the
redwood is what’s hurting more than what I’m doing. Now I’m going to count to 3, and then pull it
out. Ready… 1… 2…,” he said 3 after he
pulled it straight out on the 2 count.
A loud piercing scream was heard followed by, “SHIT… THAT REALLY
HURT,” Sara yelled as the tears really started flowing down her cheeks. 
“ Sheesh Sara, you squeal like a little
girl,” he said with a smile on his face.
In mock anger because she knew he was teasing her she screamed, “I AM
A LITTLE GIRL… you blind or what?”
“Yea, I can tell,” he said as he stared up the leg of her culottes’
right at her now very exposed and very hairless pussy. She knew he was looking and she could see his
face flush too; not that he hadn’t seen it before. A drop of girl juice was oozing its way down
from her glory hole and he really wanted to lap her from butt hole to
clit. He was also now quite rigid and
that was getting really uncomfortable for him.
Before she could respond to him, he took a cotton swab doused with
alcohol and rubbed it vigorously in to the opening left by the vacated redwood
splinter.
After another scream or two and a slew of near profanities - she gave
him the evil eye and said, “You really enjoyed that didn’t you?”
Before answering he turned and looked at Sara’s older sister Mandy,
and asked her to go to the bathroom and get the tube of Neosporin and a small
round Band-Aid. Mandy had remained quiet
during the operation enjoying her younger sisters’ discomfort. She giggled to herself as she watched Bryce
get stimulated looking at her sisters’ pussy. 
She really wanted to watch Bryce as he busted her cherry. He was reluctant, but her sister was one
tenacious girl, and in the end she knew he would take her.
Three months ago is when he met Mandy, she seemed shy about some
things, or maybe just mostly quiet, and was apparently a very studious kind of
girl. Her face was alive with curiosity
and her eyes reflected her nearly always energetic mood. She would continue high-school in the fall as
a sophomore. It was a chance meeting of
sorts. Bryce had gone to the mall to
replace several ragged t-shirts and get some new shorts and business casual
clothes for work. He only shopped twice
a year and only if he had to – he hated malls. 
After shopping he stopped by the food court. The place was packed and there were other
shoppers waiting for tables when he paid for his three-item Chinese lunch… if
it even qualified as Chinese food which he knew it didn’t. As he eyed the tables he spotted Mandy
sitting alone. She seemed very focused writing in the notebook in front of her and the
little remaining food on her plate was pushed behind an open school book.
Bryce started walking toward the table and as he got closer he noticed
that she was quite pretty, beautiful in fact. 
Well, Bryce did have an eye for pretty, even if it was generally someone
who was very underage. Even though he
couldn’t identify her uniform, he guessed it was from a private school. She was dressed in a white blouse, with a
pleated Scottish plaid skirt in blues greens and some red done in large box
pleats. White knee-high stockings and
heelless patent leather pumps adorned her feet. 
Her vest matched the colors of her skirt and it had the requisite school
insignia over the left breast. She
looked way to young to be in high-school, so he thought she was probably still
in Junior High.
As he came up to the table he stopped and said, “Excuse me miss… the
tables seem to be rather filled up. Mind
if I join you?”
She said nothing and just continued to write away. He didn’t think she was avoiding his question, rather she was very focused on her school
work. So he bumped the table with his
leg. It startled Mandy who looked up at
him immediately; her large wide-set green eyes captivated him. He repeated himself, “Excuse me miss… the
tables seem to be rather filled up. Mind
if we share the table?”
She looked around the food court and noticed that the place was packed,
then looked back at him and quietly, shrugged her shoulders said, “I guess so.” Inside Mandy was thinking, This can’t be happening. I know it
isn’t him. He doesn’t talk the same way,
but this is sooo strange. She had to disappear into herself just to
regain some calm.
Disregarding him completely after her answer she went back immediately
to writing, her eyes returning to her notebook. 
She made no attempt to move her soiled plate, book or notebook, so Bryce
said, “If you’re finished with your plate, can I toss it in the garbage? I need a little table room for my tray.”
She stopped writing mid sentence, put her pen down, sighed, looked up at
him curiously, then looked back at the small table and saw there was little
room for his tray. She pushed her chair
back a little picked up the plate and tray with one hand, and used her other
one to open enough space for him. She
then walked to the garbage can put her tray away after tossing the plate into
the trash then returned empty handed. 
She sat down as Bryce did and she waited to see if there was anything
else he was going to say to her. 
Guessing he was satisfied, wordlessly she picked up her pen, consulted
the book and began writing again. She
felt uneasy and curious all at the same time; yet the itch in her crotch was
getting way to noticeable.
Bryce stifled a little laugh and proceeded to eat. He had watched her as she walked away, and
then returned to the table. She was
fairly tall for her age. He guessed her
at five-foot three or there about. She
wasn’t skinny, but she was a trim and small boned. He guessed her weight at about 93 pounds. She
had long legs that weren’t knock kneed or bowed and they
were nicely shaped. He was surprised at
how short her pleated skirt was. It fell mid thigh but he also noticed that the top of the skirt
was neatly rolled up at the waist. He
bet that was something that if noticed in school would be frowned upon. As she walked toward the garbage can he
noticed her nicely formed bottom, and upon her return he noticed the slight
swell of her small breasts under her vest. 
But the most amazing thing about her was her bronze-golden-blonde red
hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. She should wear her hair longer , he
thought. As it was it came to just below
the collar of her white blouse. It was
quite beautiful and the natural and artificial light in the food court danced
off it revealing a multi colored red-bronze-blonde hair palate that was visually
stunning. Her large green eyes, nicely
shaped and slightly upturned pug nose, small medium thick lips and flawless
complexion and freckles all added up to someone he really desired. She redefined his archetype of perfect. And that wasn’t only because of her hair
color. 
As he slowly munched down his food he noticed he could smell her. She was wearing perfume that was flowery, yet
earthy, with notes of spring in a forest on a warm day and expensive. A different smell came from her hair. Much more subtle, but
pleasant.
As he looked down at his plate to get another forkful he realized how
much time had gone by. His plate was
nearly empty. He broke from his reverie
just as she stopped writing. She reread
the last few sentences, smiled at her accomplishment, closed her pen and the
notebook, put them away then folded her hands on the table, and looked up at Bryce. It was as if she was waiting for him to speak
and that puzzled him.
“What?” he said looking her into those magnificent green eyes.
“Oh nothing really,” she said after thinking for a minute, “I just
thought you wanted to say something to me. 
You’ve been staring at me since you sat down. Do I have food on my mouth or something?”
Not having met a girl like her ever, he was sort of at a loss as to how
to reply. He could tell she was very
intelligent, and she seemed to be able to multi-task even when deeply
concentrating.
“Well, I was looking at your hair color which is very pretty – never
saw that color… colors before, but I am curious about what you were
writing. I mean it wasn’t a diary or
journal so it has to be some kind of school work. Just curious I guess.”
With the compliment given; her face blushed almost red and she averted
her eyes from his momentarily. Ignoring
the compliment she said, “I was just finishing my last paper on Civil War
History for this term. It’s due late
next week, but I’ll turn it in early for a better grade.”
“What school do you go to if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Our Lady of the Sacred Heart – you know, the
high school a couple of blocks from here.”
“The Catholic high school – right?”
Catholics were problematic for Bryce, especially for his desires. Strike one.
Every answer she gave him was just very matter-of-fact. No embellishments and no emotion. She was difficult to read.
“So why study in a food court in a noisy mall. Wouldn’t the library be a better place?”
“Frankly, I don’t like the mall and wish I were in the library, but my
mom and little sister are shopping here. 
I told them to meet me here when they were done. She’s probably conning mom into buying her a
lot of stuff she won’t wear.”
Aha – a tad of emotion there. So she isn’t an automaton after all , he
thought.
“Jealous of your little sister getting all the new stuff,” Bryce jibed
asking her like it had to be true.
“No… we’re really close and I love her a lot. She’s just a lot different than I am. I have everything that I need. I only shop when I need to, and that’s maybe
once or twice a year.”
“Everything? 
Hell, I don’t have everything that I want and I’m a bit older than you
are.”
Mandy thought, A lot older. 
He seems nice enough, kinda big though but
really handsome like… no, she wouldn’t think about him. That hurt her way too much. But why the hell is he talking to ME. Maybe he’s just a lonely guy… that’s probably
it... or maybe…
“Guess I’m lucky then. But it
will be fun to start driving. In a month
I take my drivers test.” Saying that was
just a ploy to judge his reaction. It
was also a way to tell him she was older than she looked, and she knew she and
her sister looked much younger than they really were. Then again, so did her mom.
Well that hit him like a brick. 
That meant that she had to be sixteen or older.
“How old are you? Sorry, but
you don’t really look old enough for a drivers license.”
“I’ll be sixteen in a month and I scheduled my drivers test the day
after my birthday.”
“Anyplace special you want to drive too?”
“Not really. Driving is more
than getting from one place to another you know . Having the ability to drive really means
freedom. I won’t have to rely on my mom anymore. That’s the beauty of driving – freedom, that
is.”
“Never looked at it that way. Changing the subject, do you like hot fudge
sundaes?”
“I’m going to get myself one – would you like one?”
Want some candy little girl ,
she said to herself. “That’s a nice
offer and it’s tempting, but I was going to get a Starbucks. It’s my treat for finishing my paper. Mom doesn’t want me drinking coffee, but I
just love it. Would you watch my stuff
while I get it?”
“Sure… go ahead. I’ll get my
Sundae when you come back.”
That said, she scampered away. He watched her skirt flit from side to side
as she walked. She was so cute,
adorable, and beautiful all wrapped up into one package… hell even her correct
posture turned him on. 
So starting from his premise that she was probably around twelve, he
had been utterly wrong. That didn’t
usually happen to Bryce. 
Bryce was a very friendly and attractive guy that had a problem. Sure, in his lifetime he always had the
availability of attractive ladies his age to choose from except for those
inevitable dry spells that can last for three months or more. He found a few potential mates that were
almost right. Attractive, bright, small tight
bodies and all that, but somehow he just knew his desires would eventually mess
up a relationship and hurt the lady, like it did with his first short-lived
marriage. He didn’t want that to happen
again. The pain for all concerned was
way too much the first time. So while he did date women his age or a little
younger he was hopelessly attracted to younger; less mature ladies. Today, like most other days, he hadn’t been
trolling for someone new, but as luck would have it, he found her. Strange as
she was she seemed to have a good home life and was happy – either that, or he had misread that too.
Soon she was back at the table, and not five minutes later they were
both sitting facing each other again.
“Really good. 
This Starbucks in the mall is a franchise, not a company store. They make really luscious whipped cream and
pipe it in to the mocha. That makes it
very special. That’s why I like this
Starbucks. How’s the sundae?
“It’s okay for Mac’s… but it’s not the real thing. I just needed a taste anyway. By the way. My name is Bryce. Just thought I’d introduce myself.
“Nice to meet you Bryce.” She answered almost
with a giggle in her voice.
Amanda and Sara looked around the food court to find Mandy. When they found her they both were
startled. Sara said, “What’s he doing…
no it can’t be him.” Amanda said, “If it
isn’t just who the hell is he ?” They composed themselves and headed to the
table where Mandy and Bryce were seated.
As he waited for her to give him her name, a lady
and younger girl approached the table carrying a lot of bags. Mom was a stone fox and looked like a grown
up version of his table mate but with natural long and very light strawberry
blonde hair. The sister was just as
pretty in a different way. She too had
on a school uniform, but the colors and styling were different. She was a real cutie pie. She had large baby blue eyes and long
seemingly thickish strawberry blonde hair hanging
down to her waist.  Aside from some
remaining baby fat, you could easily see the family resemblance. Personality wise however, she was very
different. She glowed like the sun and he
could tell that she was a real rascal. It was all too obvious. At the time he had no expectation that he’d
find that out later.
“So there you are Mandy,” her mom said. “Sorry we took so long…” then looking at Bryce
then back to her daughter then back at Bryce more questioningly again she said,
“… excuse me, but who are you?”
Bryce had stood up to meet the mom and hopefully the sister. The girl that now had a name.
Mandy said, “When Bryce got his food, there was one seat left in the
food court, so he joined me and ate while I finished my paper mom. When we finished I got a Starbucks and he got
the sundae.”
“Didn’t mean to intrude ma’am. If my presence bothers you, I’ll leave,” said
Bryce.”
Mandy surprise Bryce and her mom. She stood up and looked at her mom and said,
“Will you please be courteous and relax. 
He needed a place to eat his meal and I told him it was okay to sit at
this table. Oh, and I finished my paper
as well while he ate quietly.”
Something was going on behind the scene here that Bryce didn’t have a
clue about, but the lioness had her guard up, and her claws were out.
Her mom almost glared at her with her eyes, then relaxed and looked at
Bryce and said, “Sorry… a mom can’t be too careful these days.”
“I Understand. No apology
needed.”
Bryce saw motion to his right and caught the little sister grinning
from ear to ear behind her mom and looking at her sister. Why, he had absolutely no idea. This day had been strange from the start, but
this was just a bit over the top in his mind.
“Well, it’s time to get going home Mandy,” she said looking straight
at her. “I’ve got to get dinner on and
there’s not a lot of time.”
“I’m not finished with my mocha yet and I don’t want to throw it
away.”
The mom said, “You can finish it in the car – let’s get going.”
“But we’re not allowed to eat or drink in the car mom,” said the
youngest.
“Well today we can, just be careful.”
“Does that mean that I can get a Starbucks too… mom? After all that shopping I need a pick me
up. I’ll be right back,” she said as she
immediately scampered off before her mother could protest.
Mandy giggled at her mom’s frustration and again her mom got angry
with her, but she just held it inside.
Bryce just sat down and started to fini
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