OLE' HOSS LEGACY STORY: THE GIRL ON THE BUS 2




If you don't want to read the original story again, just skip down to the notice: :ALTERNATE ENDINGS, to begin reading the alternative endings one through four.

Jennie is 16 years old during all of the alternative endings.




THE LITTLE GIRL ON THE BUS:

The now older man, Marvin, has taken to riding the buses around town in-stead of fraying his nerves dealing with daytime traffic, and especially night time darkened streets. He can still drive, but finds the buses as much more convenient and at his age economical, too.

Though he is unusually hale and hearty for his age, he does have some age related physical issues and so uses a cane and is careful where he sits to protect his hips from undue strain from getting up and sitting down. So, when he rides the bus, he takes the center-facing seats in the front of the bus whenever possible. And he has noticed how very considerate many people are, when he stands waiting for one of them to become available, and they graciously surrender a place on that seat for him. He always thanks them for this sacrifice and they usu-ally smile and nod to him in return.

Marvin, had ridden the bus in the past sporadically, but was now becoming a regular passenger. This allowed him to become tuned into who the regular riders were. And there was the usual array of personages that he regularly noticed. A bully boy teen, who lightly pushed his way around. A ‘milf’ type middle-aged lady who might be a nurse. A couple of older (than him) ladies who always rode together and were busy in their own world of conversations. A young woman, who looked at him speculatively, but surreptitiously, from under her ever present sun glasses. And a little approximately ten year old girl, probably a student in some private school from her manner of dress, who always sat in the same seat in the front of the bus right next to where Marvin usually sat.

This could have been for her safety. Sitting up by the driver, you know. Also it provided her with easy access and egress at her stops.

Since she was obviously a regular, she didn’t pay much attention to me upon my inaugural ridings of the bus. But, as she became more used to seeing me, she began to take note. There was a measuring manner to her assessing my presence on the bus. And, of course, I was under scrutiny by the other regular riders too, especially the speculative young woman.
As the rides multiplied over the next few weeks, Marvin could tell that the young girl wanted to inquire of him about something, but just couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject. And there was the normal reticence of her age group, no doubt magnified by the admonition of her parents, “Don’t talk to strangers!”

But, good heart and deep abiding curiosity overpowers even such sound advice in time. And so after a number of abortive attempts, she finally got out the inquiry, “Are some kind of cowboy, Mister?”

I and the others in earshot smiled at that inquiry from the impressionable young girl.
“No, I am not,” I gently and respectfully answered the young girl’s question, “but I do sort of dress like one though, don’t I?”

She quickly nodded to me, evidently still obedient to her parent’s command to ‘not talk to strangers.’ But, there was still a questioning expression on her face as she scanned over my manner of dress. I regularly wear a black Clint Eastwood type of hat, washed out jeans, a unstarched patterned business type of shirt, a western patterned type of bandanna tied western style around my neck and black athletic shoes. That with my older demeanor and clean shaven, but with a mustache and goatee beard appearance completes the picture.
I tend to be very garrulous in manner and am comfortable with conversing to anyone about anything that would be socially acceptable to their interest and place in my current circumstances. I was a very chatty grocery clerk for years and then followed that up with being a very chatty and story-telling cabbie for a decade more. I even talked to anyone who would respond in grocery lines as I awaited having my groceries checked out and almost always, after an initial shock on the recipient’s awareness, got positive and interesting replies.

But, I was holding back with this young girl. I didn’t want to startle or scare her and I wanted to respect whatever instructions that her parents were giving here. I raised children myself and chaffed when other good-meaning people tried to undercut my and my wife’s standards of conduct for our kids. So, I had no intentions of interfering with her parent’s control of things, though I didn’t know them or what they might be enforcing for their daughter.

But, since she rode the bus each day, and I did several times a week, I decided to lighten the mood between us since she was evidently so curious about me. So, I offered to serialize a story that I had recently produced. In an expurgated version, of course, appropriate to her age. “Would you like to hear a cowboy story, young lady?” At this the other persons about perked up, too, to see what I would share with this young girl.

Still being obedient to her parents, she nodded ‘yes.

Interestingly, from that time forward, by an unknown enforcement, that particular front seat was reserved for me when I rode the bus, and the young girl continued to sit in the front facing first seat right next to me. The rest of the interested passengers, would organize themselves in the immediate area with regard to each one’s ability to hear me. Even the driver made attempts to not be as noisy about his work as usual, since he was only eight feet away from Marvin with his back to me and very curious about these stories, too.

So, Marvin began his story to the young girl, whom he later learned was named Jennie.
“There was an old cowboy, age 38 being considered old for that time, who had worked out on the range for several years, alone and in company of other lonely trail hands. They had a terrible cook named Grubby, who fed them food that they could barely eat and some kind of thick black syrupy drink that he called coffee. At least it was hot and wet for them.”
With this the little girl smiled in appreciation and his other audience seem-ed to be enthralled. So, He continued,

“This old cowboy, named Hoss and usually called Ole’ Hoss, had been work-ng for the Boss, who owned and managed the ranch for several years, and Hoss was known to be an honest and dependable man. So, the Boss decided to send Hoss to town for a couple of days of fun and also to gather a manner of supplies for the ranch that they couldn’t make or grow for themselves. It would be most of a day’s ride and would be somewhat dangerous of a trip.”

With that Jennies’s stop came up and she nodded to Marvin and jumped off of the bus. The rest of his audience were curious as to when he would continue the story that they didn’t want to miss and so he remarked for them all to hear, “I ride on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s” So the audience talked among themselves and designated a couple of them to keep track of the story for those who would not be able to ride on each of those days. And so grew the reputation of the ‘story bus.’ And thus its ridership increase dramatically over time.
The next time that Jennie and Marvin were on the bus together, he continued the story for her after noting her expectant eyes,

“So, Ole Hoss started out with his very experienced horse, Ambler. The horse was named that because unless there was an obvious emergency or it was spurred into spirited action during work, it just took its own time in going anywhere. And even though Hoss was in some kind of hurry to get to town, but respectful of the horse’s feelings, he just let it proceed at its own pace, which was of course, ambling.

At that pace, it would take a good part of the day to get to town, but the time taken would ensure that they would not take any unnecessary chances (the adult riders recognized a life lesson there being passed on by Marvin) and any risks could be met without rushing in to them (with this Jennie also recognized what was going on and smiled in response, nodding to Marvin.)

The road to town, and it was actually an old cow path and maybe deer path too, was narrow and barely passable in places due to fallen trees, landslides and washouts from gushing streams from the melting snows in this high land. But, despite having to divert into very prickly brush at times, Hoss continued to make progress toward the town of his destination.
Finally, he came over a rise and could see the as of yet unnamed valley and the ugly dingy little town in its middle. This used to be a thriving mining town, but the mines were playing out and so the surrounding area was being taken over by small ranchers and smaller homesteaders who lived in an uneasy peace due to the cross purposes of each of their operations.

Hoss now moved toward town at an increased pace, since even Ambler was feeling excitement at their coming encounters…
……”
With that, he cut off the narrative and waited a response from Jennie, since her stop was still several stops away. Finally, her frustration overpowered parental authority and she in a slightly exasperated voice asked, “Is that all, Mr. Martin for today?”

Marvin smiled and replied, “Yes, young lady, enough for today. The adults here will get writer’s cramp if I go on any further today!”

With that, he got a great big smile from Jennie………and the adults too.

The next time Marvin rode the bus, he noticed a public address microphone mounted at his assigned place on the bus, evidently a gift from the driver, though no mention of that fact was ever pronounced. And when Marvin continued on with his story of Hoss, the sound carried even to the far back of this long bus. Al-so, he noticed a somewhat reduced noise level in the bus’s operation. He didn’t know what could have caused that. And, he noticed the appearance of recording appliances among the adult crown. That was okay as far as he was concerned. Prevented a number cases of writer’s cramp, he surmised.

But, with Jennie’s nod, Marvin picked up the story of Hoss’s trip to the town at the leaving off place, with him and Ambler, his horse, moving at an accelerated pace towards the town.
“As Marvin and Ambler moved towards the town, Marvin noticed the in-creased dilapidated state of the town. Most of the big mining companies had already moved out and the businesses that remained among the closed up ones, just evidently didn’t seem to care about the state of their town.

Marvin pulled up to the town’s only still fully operational saloon and tied up Am-bler to the remaining functional hitching post outside. With that he moved up to the swinging doors and peered into the low level light to make out what might be going on. Practically nothing from what he could tell with his eyes, nose and ears. So, he entered and saw nobody at the bar, but a shortish, slim and rather under dressed young lady. Her plain shift was gussied up with some needle point and bows with ribbons, but not all that stylish or even proper for a well brought up young woman. She was pretty, though.

And she approached Hoss, evidently measuring him for what he might need and what she might be able to supply to him.

“Is the barkeep in? “ he inquired.

“No, he has went off to stand in a long line at the doctor’s to get his month-ly supply of his patent medicine for his ‘Rheumatiz,’” she replied.

“Oh darn,” Hoss replied, “I was counting on having a drink to begin my time here in town. It has been a long time since I have had a drink without trail dust on it and in the company of a pretty lady, either.”

Petty, the young lady, smiled at the nice compliment that he had just pass-ed on to her. “Well, I think that I can take care of that for you,” she offered. And she did.”

With that came another of Marvin’s ‘cliff-hanger’ endings, which they were now becoming used to. Without too much groaning, either.

This carried on for the next four years and then one day; Jennie, who was now in high school, passed a note to him from her parents. He paused his story-telling for the moment and read the note in front of Jennie.

‘Mr. Martin,’ the note began, ‘we are Jennie’s parents and would like to invite you to a teatime or coffee time at the TEAHOUSE or the nearest STARBUCKS to you, to discuss a topic of mutual interest. Please note your acceptance or hopefully not your rejection on this note and return it to Jennie.’

With that Marvin wrote on the back with a pen that he kept in place in his pocket just for such rare uses, “I accept.” And then continued the story of Hoss and Petty for his audience of the day. The bus had long past been repainted on its turn and since the bus line often decorated the buses in interesting motifs, had repainted and decorated this bus inside and out with a thoroughly Western fla-vor. It was one of the most favorite buses in the city. And the company had even installed recording equipment that played back Martin’s latest offerings on his days off of riding and replayed the whole scenario in serialized form on other times that he wasn’t in the bus. It had even gotten notice on the local T.V. channel.

The next time that he saw Jennie, there was another note with the time and place left open for Marvin to fill in. He noted a time and place and returned it back to Jennie, before beginning the latest episode of his story.

When they finally met at the TEAHOUSE, even though he didn’t usually drink tea, they appeared as an early forties couple, fine looking and very engaged with each other. Just the kind of parents he would have ordered up for Jennie, if he had any say in the matter.
And she, Marion as she introduced herself with Mark her husband, began the discussion as Martin was settled in seated across from them at a very antique iron table with an equally antique tea service with hot tea pre ordered by the parents, began her address to him

, “Mr. Martin, we have noted your wonderful stories that you have told our daughter about Hoss, working in a lot of the conditions and ‘color’ of the Old West. As you probably know, she has been recording them ever since the third episode and playing them back for our family much to our family’s continued delight.

One of the side benefits of this all is that she has taken much more interest in her studies because of the interest in learning that you have spurred in her and the much more relaxed nature of her bus rides to school that you have produced.

We sincerely thank you for that!

We understand that she is much more open and conversational with you, with the continued attentions that you have given her. And as a product of that, she has now announced to us that she wants to see you at times other than on the bus. She has heard of your trips to the State Fair and some of the movies that you see, which are well within her interest zone. We are concerned about this request on her part, no lack of respect to you intended, and have desired to meet with you to discuss it.

Martin mulled all of this over in his mind as he sipped his tea, which turned out to be very pleasing. Then he looked up and addressed his little Jennie’s very concerned parents, “I raised children myself and can understand how you would feel with this assertion being placed before you.” With this the parents relaxed a bit, but remained very focused on what was to be said.

“I very much appreciate the appreciative attitude that such a request reflects. But, I feel that that would not be proper for her and me.”

The parents nodded their approval of his attitude in this matter.



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ENDING NUMBER ONE

“I am an older man, living alone, self-sufficient and very interested in people and life. I love to tell my stories to appreciative audiences and have never desired to gain any financial or other gain from them. The telling of them helps to relieve my loneliness very much. I do much of my entertaining alone, but prefer very much to have an appreciative ‘partner in fun.’”

“I have been very romantically involved in the past,” with this they understood he meant sexually involved, “but am without a partner at this time. I don’t anticipate this to be of any matter between Jennie and I, but I didn’t want you two to be horrified either if anything did happen between us.”

The now very engaged with the discussion couple looked between them-selves and after a silent interchange, Jennie’s mother again began, “Well, Mr. Martin, we appreciate your startling degree of honesty. And in respect to that we have some things to share with you. Our family is part of a ‘nudist’ group and Jennie has been raised in its influence since birth. She had her virginity taken a few years ago by a dear friend,” Martin understood the undercurrent here and interpreted that as her father, “but she has had little other sexual experiences. Just often nudity at our gatherings. So, we would appreciate it if you could wait for another couple of years until she is eighteen and old enough to make up her own mind about things, to make up her mind as to what intimate contact she might want with you.”

Martin again took his time to sort this all out and make some reasonable and honest determinations in his response to their honest and sincere revelations. “I am a man after all and not totally immune to hormonal influences. I will be discreet and careful about whatever happens between Jennie and I, but I can’t promise to never have anything to occur of that nature until she is eighteen for sure.”

Marion and Mark looked at each other confident that their daughter wouldn’t throw herself at Martin and that he wouldn’t make a pronounced effort to seduce her. With that she said, “That is good enough for us, Mr. Martin, and so we will allow Jennie, at first, limited time with you off of the bus and in public.”

Things progressed in small steps from that time on, with continued story-telling on the bus and several fair, walking and movie dates between them. No-thing extravagant in behavior between them. Just hand holding, hugs and little kisses in the dark of the movie house. Just like any grandfather and child might share in, to the public eye. Marion had her own avenues of observation in place and nothing that was happening was of any concern by her or her husband.

But, after a couple of months, when her time was basically unlimited on a Saturday, she asked of Marvin if they could go to his condo. She was very curious about it. He was just a bit suspicious about what this curiosity might include but acquiesced to her request and they caught a cab to his pad to avoid being seen by any of their fellow bus passengers or drivers.
When they got there, after looking briefly around to satisfy her basic curiosity and to also enable her to carry out her plans, she asked Marvin if she could take a shower to remove the stains from her clothing from the spilled drink at the movie that they had just seen. He looked at her with hooded eyes, wondering what she intended next, but saw no good reason to refuse her. And as she was undressed, she passed her clothing out to him through a partially open door and accepted a bathrobe for when she got out of the shower.

After a few minutes of hearing running water, Jennie shouted out, “Marvin, can you come in and show me how to operate the shower controls?”

With a wise expression on her face, she welcomed Marvin’s assistance and ogling of her natural gifts from God and then smiled with his rapid leaving of her shower.

Marvin found a football game to watch as he awaited Jennies’ coming out to be with him. He anticipated her wearing the bath robe as they awaited the finishing of the laundering of her clothes. He had noted the very expensive and sexy panties that she had been wearing as he loaded all of the clothes into the washer and put it on gentle wash.

However, when Jennie came out she had neglected to put on the robe and came in nude to seat herself right next to Marvin. When Marvin came back to his senses, she remarked, “Oh that is all right Marvin, I and my family dress like this around the house all of the time.”

‘Well, okay,’ Marvin thought to himself and gathered Jennie up into his arms to watch the T.V. with him. However, she had other ideas as to how they would spend their time.

As Marvin tried to keep himself focused on the T.V. game, Jennie began to reach around and into his clothing trying to temp him away from that. Pretty soon, he just gave up and plunged right into intimacies with a sixteen year old girl. His hands began to caress all of the lovely curves on her. And then reached up to cup her dear little titties. His fingers surrounded them and then squeezed them very gently. He heard ohs and ahs from Jennie over this. When his mouth moved up to them, she began to moan with the attention she was getting to them. He moved to center his lips on her nips and to gently suck on them. After a very short time, he started to get a mouthful of teen girl’s milk. When he looked up to her questioningly, she whispered into his ear, “I have a baby at home that daddy gave me.”

With that statement, all the brakes were off and Marvin threw off his clothing, carried Jennie into his bedroom and proceeded to give her the fucking of a lifetime. She just loved it and wildly responded to every move that Marvin made. She made sure that Marvin’s first burst was directly into her heavenly chamber with his cock in full penetration. She even maneu-vered her body so that his cock penetrated right past the cervix into her womb for the emptying. And she had him continue to pump his member up into her until she was satisfied that his DNA gift had penetrated as far up the Birth process as possible.

While he was getting his breath back, she moved wildly over his body kissing, rubbing and caressing his every sexy spot. And she thought that he was a very sexy man for his age.
When he was rested up, she started the process of raising his equipment for further service to her. It was accomplished with him on his back and her stooped over while positioned between his splayed out legs. A lot of saliva and head and tongue action soon had him hard as a rock again. So, with that she turned her back to Marvin, with him now his side and grabbed his cock through his legs and guided it right into her anal entry port. There was a slight pain upon entry, but that soon lessened to being insignificant to the pleasure that this was causing her.

He entered right up her back side to full penetration due to the training that she had received from her mom and dad and fellow nudists starting when she could barely crawl.
With his member fully entered and her ass totally relaxed at the penetration, she guided him to at first gently piston in her, but eventually with her head on the bed surface and her ass in the air to deeply pound her ass and rectum. He soon emptied another load into her and she gently laid him down on his back and using her mouth cleaned all evidence of what they had just done from his body. Then she pulled a sheet over them and molded her body against his for an extended nap.

When she got home that night, her mother checked her out and recognized the evidence of what had happened and what was likely to result from it. So, she called Marvin on the phone and sternly invited him to come to their home A.S.A.P. Marvin made an exception to his rule of not driving after dark and got there in twenty minutes. To his surprise, Jennie’s parents didn’t seem all that upset about things and after a few brief comments sent him up to Jennie’s room.

Jennie, of course knew what this was all about, and was splayed out naked on the top of her comforter on the bed and using her fingers encouraged Marvin to join her there. Marvin’s big brain turned off at this enticing sight and while throwing his clothes off, joined her on the bed and soon after joined his member to her love socket.

After, giving enough time for this to happen, her parents came through the bed-room door and drew up chairs to watch the action. Her father took a few pictures of the action, centering on Marvin’s dick in his daughter’s pussy and then with a few selfies of he and his wife sharing in the action. Both of them were na-ked by then. And when Marvin had emptied himself again into their daughter, they moved in to have father now in daughter and Marvin into mother. By this time Marvin was totally gone as to any sense and was also deeply frightened as to what this would mean for him.

When they all came back to their senses and they allowed Marvin back into their daughter’s pussy again, Mark explained that all of this was so they would have an edge, if Marvin ever mishandled their daughter or refused to own up to any children that he made on her. Marvin assured them they had nothing to worry about on that matter. They invited him to join their nudist group, Marvin declined that; but agreed to join their family on Saturday or any other nights he was invited to for family nakedness fun. On these he had free access to Jennie, her mother and any other female that was present. He became very popular due to his advanced knowledge of sexual matters and proceeded to impregnate Jennie three times and her mother twice with other odd successes with others over the years.

Jennie eventually graduated from business school and then split her time between her parents place and Marvin’s. They never got tired of each other and very much enjoyed working their own kids into their naked fun.

When Marvin passed away a couple of decades later, he left a sizable bequest to Jennie and the children, with only a modest one for his previous kids.

Jennie was very happy about this, continued to work, kept on with the nu-dist activities and never legally married. When her dear mother passed on , she lived as wife to her dad until he died and then with her oldest son and his wife as a sort of concubine to them both until her death.



ENDING NUMBER TWO


“I am and older man, as you can see, living in a very generic condo, in spare but comfortable surroundings. I love to tell stories, both on paper and vocally. It has been my pleasure to share some of my stories on the bus. I very much look forward to each trip to do so. And your daughter has been such a fine audience, and by so very encouraging to me. The others on the bus seem to enjoy them, too.”

“Yes, we have heard all about them and have even heard ones that Jennie recorded for our enjoyment and analysis as to whether they are appropriate for a young girl of her age. We are very appreciative how you have toned down the stories to a level of general acceptance and see no harm in them. In fact, those stories of yours have helped build a fire in her heart to learn and be able to write something herself. Her grades, which were already quite good have elevated to a very high level because of your lighting this fire under her. Probably not your purpose, but a good result anyway.”

“I had no idea, she was always very appreciative of them , though.”

“Just so, however now as she is now sixteen, she has begun to show another level of interest in you. She has approached us to give permission for her to see you socially on times other than on the bus. For going to events, movies, walking and such. We have no doubt about your honor or your intentions, but we are very concerned about this, with her at a very impressionable age, you know.”

“Yes, I can understand that, I raised children also, including a daughter. There is an age at which their curiosity about everything overpowers any good sense and judgement that they have.”

Mark and Marion looked at each other with knowing glances and then Mark continued, “It is so good that you realize all of this. And we realize that just because you are of advanced age, your heart is not dead and unreachable to a young woman either. Maybe more so.”
“Yes, that is true. I have been without female intimate attentions for some time and miss them very much. And I know for fact that, if a young woman throws herself at a man, especially a more mature one, it would be very hard for him to not ‘catch’ her, so to speak.”

“Yes, just as we think also, and this despite every honorable intention that you quite evidently manifest!”

Marion picked up the conversation now, “So, what we are proposing Mr. Martin is that you change your riding times on the bus from now on. Even an hour would make it likely to miss Jennie’s trips. She would still be able to hear your stories recorded by the bus’s sound system and not lose touch with your beloved stories about Hoss and Petty Anne. But, she would be moved out of temptation’s way, so to speak.”

“I can see the logic in that, and the truth is that it would not be that difficult at all. But, I can see the possibility of trouble brewing when she realizes what has been done to her and I and why. She is not stupid you know. She will eventually get it, or someone will let her know about it.”

“Yes, that is one concern of ours. And frankly we don’t know what to do about that.”

“I guess we will have to deal with whatever comes about, I certainly don’t want to be any risk to Jennie’s continued development as a woman and her future.”

“Yes, we know that. And will communicate with you, if the need happens to be.”

“Here is my email site for that purpose and I will monitor it for any messages from you.”

“Thank you for your understanding attitude, Mt. Martin. If there was any real equity in this world, you would be fifty years younger and we would be gladly inviting such an honorable man to having dinner with her and us.”

“I hope that you find such a man someday.”

“We do too. And thank you Mr. Martin for meeting with us.”

“You are welcome.” And with that they separated and each went their own way.

Well, as you can guess, it didn’t work out that way. When Marvin disappeared from the bus during her rides, her alert status was immediately set off. She inquired around and different people put different pieces together for her, when she assembled them together, she was furious at being not trusted and manipulated in that way.

She knew for a fact that Marvin would never initiate that kind of treatment of her. She knew without any intrusion on her mind about sexual matters, that he needed her to complete his life. He had lost his wife in a tragic divorce and his children with her. The grandchildren had been cut off from him over it, too.

He had never made any profession of total innocence in that terrible eventuality, but from the evidence of his heart over four years, she knew that it couldn’t have been all his fault at all.
She decided to take matters into her hands and with the determination only a sixteen year old girl can muster up she secretly followed him home one day and noted the address and door that he used. Then she made up a plan to reinitiate the relationship she had with Marvin in such a way that he would not be able to deflect her determinations in the matter. She didn’t care how old Marvin was, it was his very young heart that so powerfully appealed to her. An older body was a cheap price to pay to keep that young heart aligned with hers.

So, she picked a day when she was supposed to go to the mall for an all-day shopping trip with seven of her girlfriends and then dropped them there with the lie that she was off to be with a certain school boy that she had a crush on. This is something that they would certainly approve of and so let her go with no notice taken, and after all six of seven girls, the number was large enough that no one not specifically looking for Jennie would ever notice her absence.

She then caught another bus that traveled a parallel route and then trans-ferred to another that crossed thru his neighborhood to get near to his condo. Neither of those drivers knew her. She moved up to the condo, noticing that his vehicle was in place. This was not a guarantee that he was home, but it was very likely, since he said that he usually didn’t leave the condo, except when he rode the bus.

Jennie was still a virgin at this time, but not completely inexperienced in matters of sex. Her father, whom she had taken pictures of with a hidden camera for her future needs, had been lightly using her for years. And her mother, whom was prominent in those same pictures for her contributions to the sex scenes with her husband. She now intended to use them to deflect any opposition to her relationship with Marvin, if that came up.

But, now she was focused on Marvin. She knew that he was quite the honorable man and would try to honor the evident agreement that he had made with her parents to stay out of her life. She had prepared herself before leaving her house to make that fail. She had bathed, done up her hair, used makeup to highlight her eyes, spritzed herself with perfume and sparkles in all of her sexy places, taken her birth control pill (Not that she wouldn’t want to have a baby with Marvin, just not now, until things worked themselves out.) and had put on the sexiest clothing she could find on surreptitious visits to sex shops and steamy ladies stores. They were all hidden underneath a full length close fitting coat, that velcroed up the front. Only thing visible were her tennie shoes, which she intended to change out of just before she knocked on the door.

She walked up the two flights of stairs to the third floor, paused in the stairway vestibule to change her shoes and purposely moved to his door for the coming denouement.
She rapped on the door, and he opened it to a sense of wonder at her appearance, like he had just won some kind of first prize in a sex sweepstakes and then was stunned to realize that this sexy vision of loveliness was actually his Jennie.

He was paralyzed in place not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to break his promises to her parents, but there was no way he was going to say, “No” to this awesome magnet for his heart and dick.

She gently asked in her most adult like voice, “Marvin will you let me in, please?”

He meekly moved aside for her to enter, and as she did she loosened the coat and threw it of in an indefinite direction. She then used her overpowering appearance to move forward and engage Marvin in immediately aggressive kiss-ing and hugging on her part. The white flag on conscience then very closely afterward went up. And he surrendered into being first an active participant of this scene and then to being an active submissive. She dragged him into his bed-room and stood him next to the bed as she loosened his pants and freed his cock. When it appeared she didn’t even hesitate, she didn’t want to lose her advantage and have Marvin collapse into a guilt ridden withdrawal.

When his dick was sufficiently engorged, she helped him remove his lower clothing and then laid back on the bed with her split crotch panties open for his view and her pussy in full lubrication. With that she sternly ordered Marvin to proceed to enter her right away. And so he obediently plunged right into that gorgeous pussy with all of his might. And he proceeded directly to his climax as she intended for him to do. Actual play and her climax would come later.

After a very brief minutes of all-out cock in pussy attack, he came profusely into her lovely belly and groaned with the effort to have his at-home cock leave its new abode. And with that he rolled over onto the bed next to her to first get his breath and senses back and then to contemplate the damage to his life that these few minutes of monumental pleasure might entail.

Jennies was going to not allow this to short circuit her planned events, so she took off her split crotch panties, wiped up the overflow from her pussy with them and then placed them on to Marvin’s upturned face with the wet gusset directly over his mouth and nose. With this he was roused to a semblance of consciousness and began to address Jennie’s sexual needs. Jennie excused her-self for an unneeded trip to the bathroom and used the time to secretly place a video camera to from this time on, record what happened in here between her and Marvin. She intended to show a lot of initiation on her part, too, so that if things went wrong, Marvin wouldn’t get all of the blame. But, she had made plans for things to not go wrong at all.

She had no intention of being hitched to Marvin’s star for the rest of his life, too bad but there were just too many years between them. But, she didn’t want to lose him from being in her life, either. And she especially didn’t want her parents to be interfering with her love life from now on. With the videos that she had, all three of them would reluctantly , but faithfully do her bidding from now on.



ENDING NUMBER THREE


“I am and older man, as you can see, living in a very generic condo, in spare but comfortable surroundings. I love to tell stories, both on paper and vocally. It has been my pleasure to share some of my stories on the bus. I very much look forward to each trip to do so. And your daughter has been such a fine audience, and so very encouraging to me. The others on the bus seem to enjoy them, too.”

“Yes, we have heard all about them and have even heard ones that Jennie recorded for our enjoyment and analysis as to whether they are appropriate for a young girl of her age. We are very appreciative how you have toned down the stories to a level of general acceptance and see no harm in them. In fact, those stories of yours have helped build a fire in her heart to learn and be able to write something herself. Her grades, which were already quite good have elevated to a very high level because of your lighting this fire under her. Probably not your purpose, but a good result anyway.”

“I had no idea, but she was always very appreciative of them , though.”

“Just so, however now as she is now sixteen, she has begun to show another level of interest in you. She has approached us to give permission for her to see you socially at times other than on the bus. For going to events, movies, walking and such. We have no doubt about your honor or your intentions, but we are very concerned about this, with her at a very impressionable age, you know.”

“I am sorry, I had no idea of me having this effect on her. I just thought that she liked to pass the time away on the bus by listening to my stories. She actually has said almost nothing to me over the last four years. It took some time before I even found out her first name, and it was someone else that supplied it to me. I have avoided learning her last name or anything else about her, though.”

“Yes, we thought as much. We are accusing you of nothing. We are just trying to find a way to manage this youthful fancy of hers without hurting her or even you in the process.”

“I can well imagine that. I helped raise three children with one of them a daughter, so I am well acquainted with those issues. One thing though, it is not helpful to under estimate the power of a youthful ‘fancy’ as you put it. Young love is in every way just as powerful as the adult equivalent, though not as enduring since it comes to them with little ability to manage it by them.”

“So we understand. And it for this reason we desire to nip this fixation in the nub.”

“I would be interested on how you plan to do that. In my experience we found that we just needed to fill up her time and make sure that she knew that we loved and trusted her and how very disappointed we would be if she transgressed on family standards.”
“Sounds like what we had in mind, but what we felt like we needed to do now is address what you would be willing to do about this.”

“Well, I am sorry, but I see no need for me to do anything. I did not seek your daughter’s attention, nor do I feel like I need to disrupt my life to address something that is your worry and perhaps overblown at that.”

“We were afraid that you might see it like that.”

“Oh, Really! You present a family problem to me and then expect me to rearrange my life to salvage your fears. Why don’t you just take her to school yourself if you feel that my presence in her life is some kind of danger to her. Or if that is not possible, you could change her bus routes to avoid me. It would probably only add an extra ten minutes to her ride each day. And she could no doubt twiddle her thumbs for an extra ten minutes a day without much of a trauma to her.”

“Now we don’t like this attitude you are using on us.”

“Lady, you haven’t seen a real attitude yet. And if you make any trouble for me, any trouble at all with the authorities or the bus company, I will come at both of you with the full force of my lawyers, and you won’t have much to stand on , because there has never been anything improper in my attitude or behavior since I first met her.

Also, you need to talk to your clergyman or health professional before you seriously disrupt her life. This relationship between her and I could be a lot more important than your fears for her are. Just a suggestion.”

“Well, that is one suggestion that we will pursue. Good bye, Mr. Martin.”

“I hope that you can address these possibly serious fears, and do so without messing around in several innocent people’s lives.”

‘Okay, sir. We will take that under advisement.”

The next time that I saw Jennie, she before I started the latest episode of ‘Hoss and Petty,’ whispered into my ear that she would like to see me off of the bus someday. I turned my head and secretly wiped a tear from my eye, then turned my face back to her, and seriously told her, “I am honored with your good wishes, Jennie. But, that would be improper on our parts. Let’s just continue as we always have and enjoy our sharing of my stories.”
She looked a little hurt, but then smiled and nodded to me.

I never heard from her parents again, and things remained as they had between me and the dear little Jennie, until she graduated from the college nearby to her private school. Then she passed on to my dusty memory for precious storage.



ENDING NUMBER FOUR


“I am and older man, as you can see, living in a very generic condo, in spare but comfortable surroundings. I love to tell stories, both on paper and vocally. It has been my pleasure to share some of my stories on the bus. I very much look forward to each trip to do so. And your daughter has been such a fine audience, and so very encouraging to me. The others on the bus seem to enjoy them, too.”

“Yes, we have heard all about them and have even heard ones that Jennie recorded for our enjoyment and analysis as to whether they are appropriate for a young girl of her age. We are very appreciative how you have toned down the stories to a level of general acceptance and see no harm in them. In fact, those stories of yours have helped build a fire in her heart to learn and be able to write something herself. Her grades, which were already quite good have elevated to a very high level because of your lighting this fire under her. Probably not your purpose, but a good result anyway.”

“I had no idea, but she was always very appreciative of them, though.”

“You never know whose life you touch, when a person does noticeable good or bad. But, that is not what we are here to discuss with you today. Jennie has always been a smallish girl, you evidently took her for ten when you first met. She was actually twelve then. But, she has always been very bright, too.

Lately we have noticed some slippage in her grades and took her to the doctor to see if something organic was the cause. We got really bad news about her health. She has a benign, but deadly tumor in her brain. Benign means that it is not cancerous, but that doesn’t prevent it from being very deadly. There is nothing that can be done now, since it is so totally intertwined with her brain mass.

The prognosis is that she has six to twelve months to live. Only the last month or so of her life will be unpleasant for her, and it will be very bad. In the meantime, we are living with her under conditions as usual, and she doesn’t know.

We, her parents, are concerned that she fill in these last days with as many of the things that she would have enjoyed in her life as possible. We are hoping that you can fill in one of the items on the ‘bucket list,’ as it were.

We had you investigated by a local firm that specializes in that. They have reported on you in the following:

‘Mr. Marvin Martin is a relative new comer to Big City. He has a generic condo that he owns and is making payments on. He is retired from careers in the grocery business and taxi business with very respectable records in each. He has a comfortable retirement income and is very financially responsible. His health is stable, with no apparent current problems unusual for his age. He has been very active socially with a variety of women and is well reported on by them as being a very fine gentleman and lover. His driving is now limited to daytimes, except in emergencies, he usually rides the bus to everywhere he goes. He does light walk-ing three times a week to maintain his body.’

As you can see, you are well reported on.

One of the things that my husband and I are concerned about is that Jennie will never live long enough to find a proper mate and marry. So, she would miss out on a very important and pleasurable part of life. She is a virgin with very little if any experience in affections or sex with a male. And shy, as you know, to boot.

So, what we are proposing is that you move in on her with our blessing and give her at least a taste of what she would otherwise miss out on because of a premature demise. And yes, we know that this is wildly out of the usual, but we just want Jennie to go to eternal sleep with at least an idea of most of what life gives and takes.”

With that the couple: sit back, watch Marvin and await a response on his part.

Marvin is stunned to say the least. He has always socially loved the little girl who is so attentive and appreciative of his fondly related stories. But, though he is very impressed by her female attributes, he has never considered her a candidate for his intimate attentions. After all, she was twelve and looked like ten when he first met her and is now only sixteen years of age.

It takes some time for him to process this in his mind…….and heart.

The parents are patient with him, since they know that this is a totally original thought to him. They are not stupid. They know that most males are drawn in admiration of females that they admire. It isn’t just looks, but also hormones and pheromones at work. But, they also know the reticence that older men have about younger women that they might desire. Society and the law can make it very difficult for a male who steps out of the norm in these kinds of situ-ations.

Finally, Marvin looks up to them kind of helpless, not knowing what to do. “Shouldn’t this part of her life be sponsored to be with a young man more her age?’

“We thought of that, but there just isn’t the time to build up a relationship with a younger man with her, and besides you are a much more worthy and deserving fellow for her. You already have a very warm and respectful relationship with her, and with no ulterior motives in place.”
So, the parents offer to have him over for dinner, so that Jennie can see him in another situation besides those in the bus and let nature systematically have its way. Even though she doesn’t know of her life’s peril, her body knows and will make a last ditch effort to reproduce its kind. This should play into her parents plan very well and, grease the rails, as it were, for Marvin, too.

On the appointed night, Marion helped Jennie to prepare herself for the dinner. Assisting her in her bath, which she hadn’t done in years, helping put up her hair in a more adult style and applying makeup and lipstick to give her a more striking and grownup look. They then just before Marvin arrived, dressed her in her most adult manner with her big girl bra and sexy panties underneath. Jennie couldn’t help wondering what all of the fuss was about. Yes, she dearly loved in a social fashion, the older man who told the most wonderful stories on the bus, but ‘wasn’t this a bit overdone,’ she thought.

Marion prepared a wonderful meal, farmed the other kids out for the evening and seated her husband at the opposite end of the table from Marvin, with her and Jennie also opposite and between them and also facing each other.

The conversation was somewhat sporadic as each worked out their nervousness and shyness. It usually centered on Marvin’s wonderful stories, and Jennie’s many interests. After a while Jennie got her mojo on and started to regale all at the table with her own little tales of the events in her life. Marvin also sparked up with this. He being truly interested in this little girl he was proposed to seduce.

When the meal was over, they watched the late news and then Marvin made his excuses and prepared to leave for the night. The parents wanting to make sure to let Jennie know of his acceptability to the family accompanied him to the door for him to leave. Mike grabbed his hand and vigorously shook it. Marion stepped right up to him and took him into her arms and kissed him soundly on the cheek. Then they looked at Jennie to see her response. She got the message and stepped up to Marvin, stretched herself up to her maximum height and grabbed herself to his body and soundly kissed him right on the mouth. The parents let her know that they were pleased. And Jennie was happy to make the other three so satisfied with her.

When she excused herself and before her siblings arrived home, she hug-ged her parents and proceeded to her bedroom to ponder on what was behind all of this fuss that she experienced together with them and Marvin, tonight. Jennie, being very bright, started to put the pieced of evidence together and came to a conclusion. Her parents were throwing her up to Marvin. For what purpose? Well with the beauty treatment before his arrival, it can only mean one thing. Sex, that great mystery of which she knew little and had experienced almost nothing.

Now why in the world would otherwise sound and reasonable parents do that? There must be some kind of emergency involved. She needed to look into that. It must be medical, she carefully worked out. Well, Sally her friend had a doctor for a father, and so she would quietly check this out with him.

She cornered Sally at school the next school day and asked if she could come over and discuss a matter of deep concern with her. Jennie had noticed this morning, that Marvin was even more gentle and considerate of her on the bus ride and more heartfelt in his story telling. Even the other riders were murmuring over it. So, before egressing the bus she had made an obvious show of her taking Marvin’s hand and caressing it. Marvin reddened in embarrassment, the other riders just smiled in approval.

When she got to Sally’s home, it turned out that she wasn’t home yet, but her father was. When he asked what her purpose in visiting was, she asked to come in and tell him. He stood for a minute considering that and then opened the door to let her in.

“Dr. Home, I came to talk with Sally about a situation with me and my pa-rents. No, don’t worry, things are fine with us. But, something happened last night that has me wondering what is going on. I don’t want to get into the particulars, but it appears by what they are lately doing, that the think that I am in some kind of medical danger. Could you help me find out?”
“Well, Miss Blandon, it is not unusual for parents to keep such things from their children. But, you appear old enough to know the truth. Who is your Doc-tor and I will sound him out as to whether he would like at least a brief description of whatever serious prognosis is particular to you. And since you are sixteen, this can be done without your parent’s knowledge according to the law, just like you getting birth control without their knowledge or approval. You are in birth control aren’t you? It is a very wise step to take at your age. Things can happen without any plan at all, and a baby is a lot of responsibility for a girl with a future like you.”

“My doctor, is Doctor Welling and no I am not on birth control, because I am a virgin and intend to remain one until my marriage. But, yes I know that things unexpectantly can happen, so I will take that step soon.”

“Good for you, young lady. If your regular doctor balks at giving you that prescription, just come back to me and I will fill it in for you. Now you can leave and I will find out what there is to be found out about your health.”

With that, because she had no other business with Sally, who was not a dear friend, she left and made her way home, with the excuse that she stopped by D.Q. for a much needed Oreo Shake.

On the following Friday, Sally approached her at the end of lunch and pass-ed a note to her. It instructed her to come to her house, her father had news for her.

So, on Saturday afternoon when she was supposed to be going to the City Library for research on her next term paper, she instead went to Sally’s house. When she got there her Doctor father gently guided her to sit in the most comfortable chair in the house and proceeded to directly advise her of what he had found out. Jennie’s regular doctor had agreed that the girl was old enough to know the truth and authorized Sally’s dad to pass it on to her. She has a benign tumor in her head, it was announced to her. The prognosis was very bad, but not certain. If things deteriorated as expected, she would be gone in six to twelve months.

With that, Jennie collapsed into sobbing and shudders. Both Sally and her father gathered her up and took her to the couch to comfort her. It took some time, but she eventually got emotional control over herself and could listen to his admonitions. “Jennie, this prognosis is based on sound medical science, but it is not a sure death sentence. The body is marvelous and things can unexpectedly happen in the meantime. But, in any case, I recommend that you live a calm and full life while you can, keeping an optimistic hope of what is to come.”
“Thank you Doctor Home, I will do my best. And thank you so much for your helping me find out what is going on. I think that I will pass on the birth control for the present, unless I get better.”

“Here is the prescription, in case you change your mind, young lady. And may God bless your life, however long it lasts,” he fervently shared with her as he hugged her tight and accompanied her to the door.

With that, she rode a bus to a quiet park to sit and to contemplate on her status and decide what she would do about it, while calmly watching the waves as they neared the beach and licked up to the rocks along the shore.

Among the thoughts that were on her brain were some very humorous impressions of her parents. ‘You mean that they actually were trying to connect her up with a man in his seventies for sex.’ She thought? The nerve! And yet, when she calmly considered it, it made a lot of sense. Many of her fellow girl students had told her of the joys of sex with much older men. They were so very grateful for a young girl’s attentions, were very knowledgeable of sexual techniques, were in to making sure that the girl got her fun too, tended to be gentle in their approach to intercourse and best of all had money to treat them to recreational fun and to even share for the girl’s secret needs.

So, she reconsidered all of this. After all she had known Marvin for more than four years. He was such an interesting older man. Told such cool stories and was very gentle and protective of her. The other girls had shared with her that the guys were almost entirely guided by their eyes. They primarily looked for big tits, blonde hair and an available pussy. Whereas girls are not just interested in looks; ‘matter of fact’ sometimes a respectful manner, a well-developed sense of humor and some ready cash could very easily trump handsomeness.
Mark and Marion, didn’t know about any of this fulminating on Jennie’s part. So, they proceeded with their plans for her and Marvin. They were a little concerned about how things went on with the family dinner. Jennie hadn’t shown that much interest in Marvin, until the striking hug and kiss as he left. That gave them a lot of hope in their little intrigue.

They contacted Marvin through his email and inquired as to whether he would be free to join them and Jennie for a movie date on Tuesday evening. Since it was midweek, there would not be such a big crowd. And the movie that they chose was the new hot and romantic flick, FIFTY SHADES DARKER. If that wasn’t inspirational to their daughter, they didn’t know what would be, except outright porno, which they didn’t think that she was ready for yet.

So, on the assigned evening, Marvin showed up at their home as requested (so that the couple could sit together in the back seat on the way.) ‘You have to be kidding,’ Jeanie smiled to herself. But, she graciously joined him in the back seat as they left the babysitter and the other kids behind. On the way, Mike turned up the rear view mirror for the couple in the backseat’s privacy. They were satisfied to only hold hands and cuddle together, though.
When they took their seats, they sat up as high as they could and thankfully there was no one behind them. They arranged the seats as Marion, Mike, Marvin and Jennie, from right to left. As the movie started, Mike was very busy with his wife and had no time to monitor what Marvin and his daughter were doing. Mike very quickly had his hand down his wife’s panties, tickling all of his dear things there. She had her hands, both of them, inside of his shorts doing the same. They turned and fervently kissed every few minutes during the slow times in the movie.

Marvin, taking the cue of the parents, moved his left hand to place in on Jennies’s lap. And he turned to try to kiss her to see what her attitude would be during the movie. Jennie had been to movies many times with her parents when they went to see more adult fare than permitted to her younger siblings. And she knew what they were doing and why. She had even sneaked a peak at one of their pornos a few times.

So, when Marvin’s hand moved to her lap, she tucked it inside of her yoga pants that she was wearing for the movies that night. He then could feel her silky panties and the shapes of her nether treasures. She in turn first moved her left hand to his lap and progressively moved it to more and more intimate contact, until it was surrounding Marvin’s now engorged member. By that time, Marvin’s hand was probing her now weted slit with a slicked up and curious finger.

A few minutes later, the parents informed Marvin that they were going down to use the facilities and order more goodies. Marvin read their intentions very well. And as soon as they disappeared around the corner on their way out, Marvin looked around and saw no one paying any attention to them from below and no one around them at all from above. So, he moved Jennie up on to his lap, with her yoga pants lowered and fed his cock up into between her pussy lips without entering her. He knew that she was a virgin and so was saving the reme-dy for that for another time. So, for the present he would be satisfied with the fun of plowing her slit while fingering her clit to the sexiest movie that he had seen in some time. She was obviously enjoying it, since she was flexing her hips forwards and backwards to magnify the sensations that she was getting, and she was getting plenty. She came on him, just before her parents returned. She just had time to kneel in the front of the seats and welcome his cumming gift to her, too. Right in to her mouth and watered down by the Coke that she had bought before seating themselves. After that, she smiled at the darkly handsome Marvin in the theater and lightly kissed him on the mouth, sharing a bit of his gift to her right back to him.

On the way back home, they were silent and very‘huggy.’ Marvin gave her the soundest kiss yet, as they parted for the night.

Jennie could tell that her parents were very concerned that things moved along rather rapidly, so for that very Friday night to her very little surprise , they arranged something else for the age mismatched couple. They arranged for the couple to make an overnight trip to Twilight City to the south and enjoy a stage show that Jennie had wanted to see for some time. By the plan, the couple would be going down unaccompanied, and the school was notified of the show that she was going to see, so instead of an unexcused absence on her school record, she got extra credit for seeing the show (And hopefully being fucked, too. Though they wouldn’t know about that.) The way it was set up they could remain in the city for the whole weekend if they were so motivated.

From the family dinner experience, Jennie now knew how to dress to honor a beau that she had serious interest in, so she pulled out all stops in preparation for her trip to Twilight City, the show, dinner and her ‘feeding’ herself to Marvin afterwards.

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