Candyland

Disclaimer: This story contains non-consensual sex with a minor. If this subject matter disturbs you then don't read it, but don't flame me later on because I didn't warn you.




Candyland- Chapter 16


“Clay! What on earth did you just do? That was a little fucking girl for Christ’s sake!” shouted a man.

“Oh go fuck yourself, Sam. What the hell is she doing here in the middle of the woods?” Clay scratched his head for a couple minutes and then rethought his actions. “Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have hit her with the rock, but at least she’s not dead. All it did was knock her out for a few seconds. Look at her; she looks like she’s on the verge of shock as it is.”

“Oh, Jesus!” said Sam, pushing Clay away from her body. “Why do you do this to me today? Why not last week? Jesus fucking Christ. Do we have any water by any chance? She’s completely dehydrated.” Sam finished his sentence and then glanced around at his comrade, waiting for the orders to finally penetrate his rather thick skull.

Clay stared at Sam for a couple more seconds and then finally realized what he had been asked to do. Scampering off to do Sam’s bidding, Clay managed to find a full canteen and passed it to his wiser friend.

“Food,” commanded Sam. “Something soft. Do we have anymore of that oatmeal we brought out here?”

“Yeah, I think I remember it being in the bear box. Wait. No, wait a minute. I took it out of the bear box and put it into the trunk.”

“So go get it, you idiot. Why are you standing there scratching your head? This girl needs medical attention, and we’re all she has.”

“Shit, man, it’s not here.”

“Well, go fucking find something else then. Right now what she really needs is sleep.”

***

At first George didn’t show any outward signs when he was unable to find Jessica. At 11 pm he gave up looking for her, deciding that if she had been out that long then he probably wouldn’t be able to find her. He was in such a state of shock from having lost his treasure of a child that the idea that he’d never see her again hadn’t even begun to register. It was in this state of mind that he went to see Shannon and give her an update.

He interrupted her mid-shove as she was re-arranging the furniture for the 8th time that day. Shannon looked up at George with barely masked contempt. He had unthinkingly left here there for 11 hours to fret about Jessica in her own state of worry. Though George hadn’t locked the door again when he left to find the other girl, Shannon knew better than to leave the compound, or even her suite for that matter. Learning the hard way had put the fear of God, or at least George, in her permanently. Although she didn’t envy Jessica’s treatment upon her return (assuming she did), she knew that somehow the younger would come through it displaying her resilience once again.

After finally tweaking the sofa into the exact right position, for now anyway, Shannon motioned to George that he could safely sit. He collapsed on it and she collapsed next to him, both letting out a deep sigh at the exact same moment. He moved his arm to rest around her small shoulders and she leaned into him. Nuzzling her hair, George murmured something intelligible and then rested his head against the wall behind the couch. Without realizing it, Shannon had started to cry. One tear drop fell after another, and George felt the wetness on his shirt before noticing it. His hands immediately went to her face, tilting it upwards to kiss away her tears. As he did, a strange urge came upon him and he felt a sudden need to at once hold her, protect her, be inside her, and possess her body and soul.

George’s hands went to Shannon’s lacey tank top and hoisted it up just above her small, youthful breasts. Without a bra, they were easily accessible, so his mouth left hers and engulfed a pink nipple, clutching the other in his large hand. He bit down slightly on the nub as it tightened, and Shannon gasped, running her fingers through George’s hair. While his one hand was occupied, the other went on a journey of its own, sliding up her inner thigh and stroking her nether lips through her panties. Feeling overwhelmed and impatient, Shannon jerked George’s head back up to hers and kissed him with all the lust that was rushing through her veins.

George realized somewhere in his foggy brain that his partner was wearing too many clothes, so he worked quickly to rectify that problem. When he was able to free himself from Shannon’s writhing body, he took off her shirt and slid her panties down to her ankles, purposely twisting them up with the wet fabric. Not missing a heartbeat, he dove into her glistening pussy, sucking noisily and nearly drowning out Shannon’s moans of pleasure. He used one, then two fingers to penetrate her vaginally while he stimulated her clit, and she egged him on with her fingers tangled in his hair.

Stopping for a moment, he put his thumb in his mouth, getting it nice and wet, and then inserted it into her ass, continuing his work now in all three areas. George drank her juices like he would a great wine, savoring each mouthful, and always craving more; the vice that Shannon had on his head, though, indicated that he’d better move on before he was accidentally suffocated. Regretfully, for both parties, he pulled his head up, face covered with her sweet smelling cum.

He trailed wet kisses up her stomach, over her breasts and neck, and to her lips as he fiddled with his belt buckle to get his pants undone. His dick was rock hard as he finally positioned himself over her, pulling up his long shirt so that his shirttails wouldn’t get wet. George pulled the girl toward him, pulling her by her knees, and entered her swiftly. He stayed inside her for a moment, holding his breath and savoring how good she felt around him. She adjusted her body to better fit against him and braced herself for what she thought would be a hard pounding.

George withdrew slowly, setting a leisurely pace for them. Under him, Shannon moved with him, matching his rhythm and relishing this change of style the small amount tenderness he was expressing with his body. Above her, George shut his eyes and his mind took him somewhere else, where there weren’t as many worries, and where he could afford to simply enjoy sex again.

“I want to be on top,” she sighed, as he withdrew from her. “Let me pleasure you.”

They shifted their positions again, George allowing Shannon to lower herself slowly onto him. She fit around him like a beautiful glove, tailor made just for him. He placed his hands around her small hips, helping her along with his strength and words of encouragement now and then. Her performance was masterful, knowing everything that he liked and accomplishing it like the pro she was. But when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t Shannon’s face he imagined above him, it was Jessica’s. How sweet would it be to see her blond curls, wet with sweat, bouncing above him as she worked her way into an orgasm, to touch her undeveloped breasts and see her not only as the beautiful girl that she was, but also the beautiful woman she would be.

Shannon was too busy with her task to realize George’s passiveness, relishing the fact that she was, once again, his favorite. As she got closer and closer so did George, and soon they were both panting with the effort of their exertions. For Shannon it came on slowly and she basked in the glory of such a perfect orgasm, and for George it was the same. She gripped his shoulders as her insides convulsed around him, and he let out a long moan as he came into her.

“Wow, that was wonderful, Jessica,” he finally said.

Silence stretched between them like a piece of bubblegum stretched too thinly, and just like a piece of bubblegum, when it finally broke there was a very, very big mess. As soon as George had said it, he realized his mistake, and he also realized what Shannon’s reaction to such a thing would be. If it weren’t for the vulnerable and now very uncomfortable position he was in, he simply would have plucked her off of him and left the room. She got off of him, leaving a trail of his sperm on his stomach, and the two of them sat on either ends of the couch, completely silent.

When George finally looked up at her, it appeared as if she was desperately fighting the urge to cry. He wasn’t sure if it was to spare him the indecision of comforting her, or to save her face, but either way it made him ache to be out of the situation completely.

It was she who finally broke the unending nothing-ness. “Just leave,” she told him. “You being here won’t help either of us. Go and make yourself better, or go find her. Either way, don’t hurt me in the process like you’ve already manage to do so many times before.”

So poignant a statement from such a physically young girl, George was shocked to hear it come from her lips. He had to acknowledge that she was right, however, so he collected his pants and boxers from the floor and left, shutting the door behind him quietly.

The latch on the door clicked into place and Shannon succumbed to the sobs that had been threatening. Incapable of stopping, the tears ran down her face and chin, dripping onto the rest of her sweat drenched body. It seemed as if her remorse would never end. And behind her closed door, George sat in silence and listened to her agony, wishing he weren’t the one who had always broken her heart.