From: positivesexfiend@hotmail.com   
      
   "masked avenger"  wrote:   
   > Nice story SM, but I don't see how a ten-year-old is capable of a   
   > consensual sexual relationship with an adult male. Unless you are a   
   > pedophile or someone who  condones the actions of such people, I think   
   > you need a disclaimer to make it clear that you understand the difference   
   > between fantasy and reality and do not endorse sexual relations between   
   > adults and minors.   
   > If, however, you DO condone pedophilia, I pity your fucked-up mentality,   
   > but please spare me the delusional rationalisation.   
   >   
   > MA   
      
   Why does he need a disclaimer?  Why does he need to prove to you what he   
   thinks?  Are you not able to think and make decisions for yourself?   
      
   > "Simple Man"  wrote in message   
   > news:Xns98E2BB316EE8ASM@38.119.97.5...   
   > > The Farmer's Daughter (Mg, cons)   
   > > By Simple Man   
   > >   
   > >   
   > >   
   > > My name is Buck and I am the uncle to a precocious little ten year old   
   > > girl, my niece Betsey.  Now all of this is important when you realize   
   > > that my brother, Bart, simply cannot handle the girl so you figure it   
   > > out.  Here I am a retired Marine Drill Sergeant that had turned young   
   > > breast sucking wimps of boys into cunt fucking, ass whipping men.  Now   
   > > maybe you realize why Betsey got shipped off to me in another State.   
   > > What I did not realize was that little girls come armed and dangerous.   
   > > You just cannot holler at the top of your lungs "WHAT THE FUCK IS   
   > > YOU'RE PROBLEM MISTER?  SOUND OFF LIKE YOU'VE GOT A PAIR!" it just does   
   > > not work with little girls.   
   > >   
   > > Now to make matters even worse, Betsey is god awful pretty and she   
   > > knows it.  It all began when my bother lost his wife in a car wreck.   
   > > He was a man that knew the land and how to make things grow; he was   
   > > just like our father.  Raising a daughter was so foreign to him that by   
   > > the time Betsey turned nine he was already looking at pawning her off   
   > > on somebody, anybody.  Then I retired from the Marines and was looking   
   > > forward to opening a Barber Shoppe as I never really ever got over   
   > > holding a sharp piece of steel against another man's throat, it just   
   > > gets me there where it feels good.  But all that had to be put on hold   
   > > when my brother called me.   
   > >   
   > > Hell, I welcomed the idea; yeah sure send her to me.  I thought I would   
   > > whip this young person into a disciplined soldier within eight weeks.   
   > > Oh she might be a girl, but she would be Marine trained and fucking   
   > > dangerous to be around when I was done with her.  She would be able to   
   > > slit the throat of one man while disemboweling another and not even   
   > > break a sweat.  She would be a United States Marine.  Semper FI,   
   > > brother.   
   > >   
   > > When she stepped off the bus my training plans fell into the dust at my   
   > > feet.  She was the very picture of feminism, the very thing we Marines   
   > > fought to protect and died for.  Sweet, pure, young as the Spring Rose   
   > > just blooming.  Every man's kid sister he swore to defend and protect   
   > > with his life.  The one, the proud, the few.  I wanted to cry.   
   > >   
   > > "Uncle Buck?  Is that you?  Are you still in the Army?"   
   > >   
   > > I cringed inside, "That would be the Marines Miss Betsey, not the fuc--   
   > > ng, I mean not the Army and I guess I have just not had the time to get   
   > > any new clothes yet."   
   > >   
   > > I thought, shit little girl, you are standing there looking at the most   
   > > magnificent man on Earth, a genuine United States Marine and you should   
   > > be proud to be in my protective presence.  Fact was she looked happy   
   > > but not proud.  Maybe that would come later, I hoped.  Standing there   
   > > towering over this little ten year old girl with her suitcase in hand,   
   > > my crispy starched brown uniform with crisp creases and enough chevrons   
   > > and hash marks to yellow my sleeves, bloused pant legs and spit shined   
   > > boots and my Drill Sergeant's hat dipped precisely as stated in the   
   > > dress code manual with the leather chin strap fully in place, I knew I   
   > > looked awesome and feared by all civilian men and boys.  I took the   
   > > suitcase from her and we walked out of the bus terminal with people   
   > > hurriedly trying to get out of our way as no one in their right mind   
   > > fucks with a United States Marine or the little girl in his charge.   
   > > From the distance I heard…   
   > >   
   > > "Aw man mom, do you see that!  That is what I'm gonna be when I grow   
   > > up, a Marine!" a small boy almost shouted.   
   > >   
   > > The boy had pride and I stopped and smiled in his direction, giving him   
   > > his due.  He was jumping up and down and all excited when he saw me   
   > > acknowledge him.  Even little Betsey gave him a smile.  We left the bus   
   > > station and I helped her into my olive drab Hummer H1 and we drove off   
   > > as the sun was beginning to set.  It was a long drive, maybe 35 minutes   
   > > before we came to Camp Buck and yes, you heard it right.  It looked   
   > > like a small Marine boot camp complete with white painted rocks lining   
   > > the half mile drive to headquarters where I lived.  By the time we   
   > > arrived you could barely see the training course laid out in the   
   > > darkness. Actually I intended to keep fit and I knew only one way, the   
   > > Marine way.   
   > >   
   > > I showed Miss Betsey to her quarters and then went to mine and stripped   
   > > down to just my olive drab shorts, then got myself a good sized cup of   
   > > black Marine coffee in my canteen cup and went out in my living room to   
   > > read the Stars and Stripes.   
   > >   
   > > "Uncle Buck?  Uncle Buck I cannot get into the shower and reach the   
   > > water faucets.  Can you help me take a shower cause you don't got no   
   > > bath tub?"   
   > >   
   > > Bath tub?  Why the hell would I want a bath tub, men don't use bath   
   > > tubs and that's why I don't have one.  I folded my newspaper and got up   
   > > and as I turned around, there was Miss Betsey completely naked and   
   > > smiling up at me like nothing bothered her.  Well it certainly bothered   
   > > me because my military brain just stopped and said wait a minute, that   
   > > is a girl and she is naked, lets think about this.  Girl, naked.  Naked   
   > > girl. My Marine cock stood at attention to salute the pure and innocent   
   > > that I swore to protect.   
   > >   
   > > "Of course Miss Betsey, I will assist you with your shower."   
   > >   
   > > The look of happiness was all over her face and as I reached in to turn   
   > > the faucets she rubbed her hands through the hair on my chest and then   
   > > pinched my nipples only to smooth her hands over them an instant   
   > > afterward.  Then as I tested the water temperature she sucked on one   
   > > nipple I froze as she alternated between the left one and the right.   
   > > Highly aroused I lifted her into the shower and into the stream of warm   
   > > water spray.  I attempted to close the curtain but…   
   > >   
   > > "No!  Wash me!  And no washcloth, that's too rough, use your hands."   
   > >   
      
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