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Barbra and her Ex-Sister-in-Law 2
Closing the Park for the Season
By
Jan
The camping season came to an end on Labor Day as usual, and my duty as the park ranger for The Chattahoochee State Park was to make sure the camp grounds were empty. It was also my duty to make sure the camp grounds were clean. The water to the camp sites had already been turned off, and the lines drained, so they wouldn't freeze come winter.
As I drove the Jeep from one camp ground to the next, there wasn't much stuff for me to pick up, because the trash company contracted to empty the dumpsters had done a pretty good job of cleaning up. It was my duty to insure the park was empty and lock up the gates to the park.
When I got to the last camp site located deep in the park, I was surprised to find one tent still set up. As I drove up a woman stepped out of the tent. As I got closer I could tell that she was just a young girl.
I pulled up alongside the tent and told her as kindly as I could, "The State Park closes on Labor Day, and you're going to have to vacate the campground!"
She gave me a pleading look and asked, "Can't I stay here? Everyone else has left, and I won't cause any trouble."
I explained, "All of the water to the campsites has been turned off and the bath houses have been closed."
She pleaded, "I can make do with the water from the nearby creek. Please...let me stay. I have no place to go!"
She seemed to be very young, and she looked as if she hadn't washed her face in some time. Her clothes were in need of a good washing too. Her person and campsite looked more like a hobo site than a recreational campsite. The tent had seen better days, there were patches on it. Her cook kit looked like something she had scavenged together.
Everything about her bothered me, so I asked her, "How old are you?"
I was surprised when she told me, "I'm 15- years-old."
I asked, "Please show me some sort of ID!"
She showed me a High School plastic Identification card with her picture on it. Sure enough she was only 15, but she would be 16 in another month. She claimed she had no other place to go.
I called my commander, and he suggested that I call the local police, so I contacted them, and they said unless I wanted to swear out a complaint there was nothing they could do.
I looked at her and told her what they had said. She started to cry, and said, "Go ahead, I have no other place to go! I ran away from my foster parent's home!"
She looked so pathetic standing there in dirty clothes, heaven only knows when she had a bath last. The water at that campsite had been turned off for days. I just couldn't bring myself to put her out on the road with no place to go. I didn't know what the fuck to do. If I let her stay I would be going against my orders, and could get fired.
I have to admit that I was a little resentful towards her for putting me in this situation, where I could get my ass fired if I let her stay. I told her, "Gather up all of your stuff. Don't leave anything behind, because by tomorrow it would all be in the dump."
She started taking her tent down and gathering all of her belongings in a plastic bag, as I sat there drinking coffee out of my thermos, while watching her.
"Fuck it!" I whispered, and I got out of the Jeep to help her. I still didn't know what I was going to do with her.
We finally got all her belongings loaded in my Jeep, and I drove her to the gate, got out and locked the gate behind me. I ask her, "Are you hungry?" I knew she was without asking. She responded by nodding her head.
I drove us down the hill to a Mom and Pop restaurant, where I bought us breakfast, only she chose a cheese burger, Chile and an order of fries. She ate like she hadn't eaten in a week.
While she ate I took the time to take a good look at her. I was thinking that with a good shower she would be downright pretty. When she had finished devouring her food, I asked, "What are you going to do now?"
She looked at me with her big pathetic eyes and said, "I thought you were taking me to jail?"
I finished my second cup of coffee and told her, "I have two choices: I can take you to jail, or let you stay with me for tonight, and find you someplace to stay after that, but if anyone finds out I took you home with me the shit will hit the fan. I would have to turn you over to the law!"
She said, "I will stay out of sight, and not cause you any trouble!"
"Well, I have a few more campgrounds to check out, and I figure I can drag that out until everyone leaves the office. Then, I can slip you into my cabin."
She was thrilled that I was going to put her up at least for the night. As we returned to my Jeep Cherokee I asked what her name was. She told me that her name was Mary-Virginia.
I finished checking out the remaining campgrounds and locking up the gates. By the time I finished my duty, it was after dark and I returned to the ranger station. One good thing about living in the woods is that when it gets dark, it's really dark. There was only one light pole about a hundred yards away from my cabin. The nearest cabin to mine was about a quarter mile away. I pulled my Jeep alongside my cabin and she got out of the Jeep on the opposite side. As soon as we were inside the cabin I turned on the lights and started a fire in the fireplace. I had made a small fire, just to take the chill out of the cabin.
I suggested that she might like to take a bath. My cabin had an old cast iron tub. After showing her the bathroom, I asked her if she had a clean change of clothes.
She said, "What I'm wearing is everything I own!"
While she bathed, I got her a clean pair of my panties. They had never been worn, because I rarely ever wore panties, and an old nightgown. I don't like to sleep in nightgowns myself. I prefer the freedom to move around without any restrictions. I don't even remember the last time I had worn a nightgown, or who had given me that one. I'm sure someone gave it to me as a gift, not knowing that I never used one. I also took her a large thick bath-towel. I placed the items on the toilet seat, without bothering to embarrass her by lingering in the bathroom, long enough to take much notice of her bathing in the warm water.
I returned to my kitchen area to fix myself a stiff drink. I wondered just what the hell I was going to do with her. I knew what I would like to do with her tonight. I had been thinking about it while I was driving her around. I had been thinking about what she would look like cleaned up and naked.
I carried my drink upstairs to the spacious bedroom of the A-framed cabin. Even though the cabin was small, it had a nice bedroom, with a great view out of the shuttered window. I changed out of my hunter green wool uniform, and put on an old pair of sweat pants and a baggy T-shirt, before returning downstairs to sit on the leather couch in front of the fireplace to finish my drink, when Mary-Virginia came out of the bathroom.
The nightgown she had on was very thin, and the black panties I had given her were visible through the gossamer fabric. Her sweet little breasts were also visible too. I could smell the odor of soap from where I was sitting. She was still drying her hair as she made her way into the room. She said, "I really feel better after the bath!"
I was impressed with how pretty she was, and told her, "You look much better too! If you like there is a Coke or some water in the fridge if you're thirsty."
She looked at my vodka and Sprite, and said, "I would prefer whatever you're drinking!"
I assured her that what I was drinking may look like iced water, but it was vodka and Sprite.
She said, "That sounds great to me, and it would warm me up too!"
I figured I couldn't get in much more trouble giving liquor to a minor, than I was already in anyway, so I made her a drink.
She was sitting with her legs tucked up under her butt, when I returned to hand her the drink. I joined her on the couch, and we looked into the flames of the fire while we sipped our drinks. I asked, "Okay you want to tell me what's going on?"
She took a long sip of her strong drink and coughed. I smiled while she wiped her eyes, before she said, "I ran away from my foster parents, and had planned to go to my grandparents, some place in southern Georgia." She had just found out she had living grandparents, and wanted to contact them, but her foster parents wouldn't let her do that because if she left, they would lose money they received from the state. She couldn't legally leave until she was 18. They were the fourth foster parents she had lived with, and they were the worst of them all. The man was constantly trying to molest her. She told the woman who told her husband, and he started whipping her for telling."
She told me, "The state had taken me away from the third foster home, that I liked the most because one of the girls complained to the social worker that she had seen me coming out of the foster mother's bedroom one morning in just my underwear, so they yanked me out of her home and gave me to this other couple. I would have stayed with that woman even after I turned 18; I liked her so much."
While she had been telling me her story, she never took her eyes off of the fire. I asked, 'What happened to the lady you liked?"
"The state put her on probation and under very strict supervision. "
I couldn't blame the woman if she seduced Mary-Virginia, after a good bath she looked good enough to eat. I could picture what she would look like in the kind of jeans or short skirt that girls wear today. I was getting wet myself, listening to her story. It had been some time since I had sex with another woman, especially one as attractive as this youngster. I could see her young breasts through that nightgown very clearly. They were not quite a C- cup and her pink areolas were like swollen little tits on top of her breasts. The nipples looked like they were stiff. The black panties were thin and tight fitting, so I could see the dark shadow created by her little patch of pubic hair on her vulva, and the way the material crept in between the folds of her labia major. She was silent for a moment, and continued looking into the fire.
I asked, "Were you sleeping with the woman?"
She slowly nodded her head affirmatively then said, "She was the only person in my life to be nice to me!"
She added, "I wished that she had been my mother. While she made love to me, she would tell me how much she loved me. I can't remember anyone ever telling me that before."
I asked, "Was the woman sleeping with any of the other girls?"
Mary-Virginia said, "No, it was just the two of us. I can't be with her anymore until I'm 18. I couldn't stand any of the other homes, and I found out one day by reading my file, the names of my grandparents, but didn't find out exactly where they lived, before the social worker came back and closed up my file. I plan on heading south in an effort to find them."
She looked at me for the first time since she started her story, she had finished her drink and I knew from the look in her eyes that she was feeling the effects of her drink. She seemed more relaxed and she asked me, "Are you going to turn me over to the police. They will just send me back to the home where the man was molesting me all of the time!" She started to tear up.
I couldn't resist placing my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, and told her, "No, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I won't turn you in!"
She started to sob, and I pulled her tightly against me. She rested her head on my shoulder, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She was sobbing her thanks, while I held her. I was overwhelmed with emotion too.
Her body was so warm, and she smelled of soap. Her firm breasts were pressed against my ribs. I continued to hold her until she calmed down. I realized that I was rubbing her back and stroking the back of her head. She just clung to me tighter. I turned and placed a soft kiss on her neck, and she squeezed me a little more, and I kissed her again. My pussy was flowing big time now, I'm not sure she meant to, or not, but when she turned her head towards me I kissed her lips lightly to start with, but she never pulled away. I told her it was getting late, and asked, 'Do you want to sleep on the sofa, or with me?"
She said, "I want to pay you back for helping me!"
I looked at her and told her, "The only way I want you to sleep with me is because you want to!"
She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled herself up to me, and kissed me with the same passion I was feeling. She said. "I want to make love to you so bad it hurts!"
I swear if I hadn't seen her ID, I would have thought she was older than 15. The woman she was in love with had taught her well. She was so mature for 15, but I guess growing up under the conditions she described would have made her mature fast. She kissed me like a woman, and I kissed her back with the same passion she was showing me. Her little nipples were so stiff that they felt like little nails pushing into me.
It had been a while since I had been with a woman. I say woman because sexually she was as mature as any woman I had ever made love to.
We were virtually fighting each other with our tongues. I worked my free hand up between our bodies to grasp one of those stiff little nipples that were trying to poke holes in the nightgown. When I pinched her right nipple, she moaned into my mouth while we were still kissing. It was as if she just melted against my body.
She kept her lips against my flesh as she worked her way to my neck. As she went lower, she clung to the neck of the old T-shirt and pulled it down, stretching it until she was able to pull the neckline under my right tit. Her hot breath was all over my breast. She sucked on my nipple like a hungry baby. I knew if I didn't stop her right away that I would cum right there, before I got the chance to see Mary-Virginia's pussy.
I struggled to pull her sucking mouth away from my throbbing nipple, and struggled to get to my feet. I turned out the lights, leaving the room glowing by the light from the embers in the fireplace, as I took her by the hand, led her up the stairs to my bedroom.
There was just enough moonlight filtering through the window drapes to make it possible to move around the room safely. Just the way I like it when I lay in bed playing with my favorite battery powered toy. But this night I had a living, breathing, lovable, teenaged toy to play with. I planned to make good use of the virtues of this sweet young thing.
She sat on the edge of my bed, and watched me pull the T-shirt over my head, freeing up my breasts. I was hardly aware that I was massaging my tits in front of Mary-Virginia, as she looked up longingly with her eyes. I pulled the drawstring and pushed the baggy sweatpants down my legs. When she saw that I didn't have panties on, she asked me, "Did you give me your only pair of panties?"
I confessed, "I don't wear panties unless I have to. I just feel better without any underwear on."
Once I was naked, she started to stand, but I stopped her, and gently pushed her backwards onto the bed. Her feet were almost still on the wooden floor of the cabin, as I knelt between her legs. I slowly slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the nightgown up her thighs. When I reached her hips I ran my hands all the way up her ribcage until I was able to grasp both of her little pear shaped tits.
I kept looking into her eyes for any sign of rejection. As soon as I cupped her tits, she moaned, and closed her eyes, as I played with her stiff nipples. I looked down at the little black panties, and saw a frothy wetness soaking through the crotch. I leaned forward, dragging my tits up her thighs and rubbed them against the crotch of the panties. I had to back up to be able to rub my face against the crotch of the panties.
There was something so erotic about rubbing my face against the aromatic nylon material of the panties. I placed my mouth over her little cameltoe and licked the froth up, and reveled in the smell of her damp pussy. I did my best to force my tongue between the folds of her labia. I sucked the sweet cum soaked crotch of the panties.
She was clinging to my hands, as if she feared that I was going to let go of her tits. She needn't worry about that, I had no intention to stop playing with her tits, but eventually I had to remove the panties.
The nylon material was just too tight and slick for me to get between my teeth, so I was going to have to use my hands to remove them. When I let go of her tits, and reached down for the waistband of the panties, Mary-Virginia reached down to try and help me push them down, but I just pulled the crotch aside, and spread her labia open with my thumbs. I stuck my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy. My nose was pressed against her clit.
She went stiff, and then started to shake vigorously with the first of several orgasms that we shared that night.
She grasped my head with both hands and held me tightly against her pussy until she calmed down. Her sweet pussy juices flowed into my mouth, while I did my best to lap her juice up. There was only a little that escaped my tongue to form a little heart shaped wet spot under her butt. I swear that I could have spent the whole night between those thighs.
When she finally let go of my head, I kissed and gave her one last lick of those pretty lips. I noticed that what little pubic hair she had was such a light color that it was hardly noticeable. It looked almost like she was shaved, but it was obvious that she had never touched her hair. As I licked her vulva, I could feel her hairs. While I was doing that, she was so still I thought she might have fallen asleep.
When I got up off of my knees, she lifted up her body, and pulled the nightgown over her head. She moved to the middle of the bed, and also removed the wet panties, and placed them under her nose to inhale the fragrant aroma, and then she handed them to me. I smelled them before sucking the crotch, and then tossed them aside.
It was my turn to mount the bed beside her, so that we could snuggle. I didn't expect her to do anything, but she immediately started licking my lips, as if trying to taste her own pussy cum. I slipped two fingers up inside her wet pussy and finger fucked her briefly before I brought them up to her mouth, so that she could taste her own cum.
She sucked on my fingers very erotically. When my fingers were clean she leaned forward to kiss me. She swirled her tongue around inside my mouth and fought with my tongue for a few minutes before she started working her way down to my tits.
My tits are not much larger than hers, but they are rounder, and my areolas cover a larger area than hers. She sucked on them so hard she was leaving little hickies all over them, and she sucked so hard on my nipples that it was painful. She even pinched and pulled at the one she was not sucking on. She did that so long that I was beginning to feel like screaming for her to hurry up, and get down to my pussy.
I was on fire, and I could feel cum oozing out of my cunt. I finally couldn't take it any longer, and put my hands on top of her shoulders and pushed her down until she was between my legs. Her innocent face was right against my oozing cunt. Hell, I could even smell myself, and I thought she was going to crawl into my pussy. I was wishing that she could. It didn't take long before I was cumming so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
I think I actually did for a moment. Then I realized that she was licking my asshole. She was swiping her tongue from my puckered asshole up my crotch passed my vagina, stopping just short of my throbbing clit. Then she would work her way back down to my asshole. I whispered to her.
"I didn't know girls your age knew so much about licking assholes!"
She said, "The woman that I loved had loved licking my asshole, and told me that she loved having it done to her. I learned to enjoy doing it to her."
I put my hands under her armpits, and pulled her up my body. She lay in my arms, nuzzling my neck until we drifted off to sleep. We slept until the night air cooled off the room enough to wake her up. She woke me up, rubbing her wet pussy against my thigh, and sucking on my left nipple. I found myself moaning and asked her, "Don't you ever get enough?"
She smiled with my nipple still in her mouth, and said what sounded like, "No!"
I could feel that my pussy was as wet as hers, so I moved around on the bed until I had her thigh between my legs so that I could trib her by rubbing our pussies against each other's. I could tell that she was no stranger to that kind of sex. We were so wet that we could hear our pussies sloshing against each other. We had one hell of a mutual orgasm. It drained all of the energy from both of us. It was a struggle to pull the covers up over us, before we fell asleep in each other's arms. I went to sleep thinking it was going to be hell seeing her leave. I figured I could keep her around long enough to do a little research to find out where her grandparents lived, contact them to be sure she was welcome and put her on a bus. There was a question in my mind why she was put in a foster home if she had grandparents.
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