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Years after a 12-year-old boy (Robert) stopped the abuse of an eight-year-old girl (Madison), they meet as co-workers. She decides to give him a fitting reward.
Part One
My name is Robert Neilsen. Born in 1963, I lived an idyllic and wonderful childhood. I grew up in a middle-class family as the second of three children. I had a stay-at-home mom and a father whose job paid him well. (He deserved it; Dad seldom missed a day’s work in 42 years.) We never wanted for anything. We often had extravagant family vacations. I had two sets of doting grandparents living within a few blocks of our home. I was truly blessed. I naively thought every child was as lucky as I was.
When I was in the sixth grade, my best friend was Peter Antonelli who lived a block away from me. We were in Mr. Kimball’s class together. About halfway through the school year, a new pupil was added. His name was Kelly Dietrich. I like to think I have a sixth sense, and it went into full overdrive regarding Kelly in highly negative ways. I took a strong dislike to him almost immediately. Kelly came across as pushy, self-centered, uncaring, and arrogant even though he had absolutely no reason to be the latter. He also cursed like a longshoreman when teachers couldn’t hear him. That was highly unusual and rather shocking to hear in an elementary school in suburbia in 1975.
One day, about a week after Kelly had joined our school, he invited half a dozen boys from our class to drop by his house after the final bell to “have a little bit of special fun” while he would be alone with his stepsister, Madison. I didn’t know who she was. For some reason I assumed Madison was the older of the two Dietrich children. Oddly, Peter and I were among the six invited guests. This surprised both of us as Peter held Kelly in low esteem, too. Neither of us really wanted to go, but we figured it would be impolite to turn the offer down, so we went along with four other boys. We figured there was no harm in that. We figured wrong.
Kelly also lived about a block away from my house, but in the opposite direction as Peter. The seven of us basically walked in a pack to get there. When we arrived, Mark Foster asked, “What kind of special fun are we going to have, Kelly?”
His reply was, “You’ll see when my stepsister gets home. It involves her. She ought to be here any minute now.”
I was surprised to see that Madison was younger than her stepbrother by at least three or four years. She was a cute, fair-haired girl with the faintest of freckles on her cheeks. Kelly waved her in to meet the six of us. He also took care of the introductions. I was impressed he knew our names.
Kelly then gave the most disturbing monologue I’d ever heard in my life. He said, “Guys, this is my stepsister, Madison. She’s eight years old and in the third grade at our school. She’s been my stepsister for about 10 months now after my father remarried. Recently, I showed Madison how to fuck because I told her that what stepsisters and stepbrothers are supposed to do.” Kelly turned to face the six of us and winked, then he resumed talking. “The great thing is that Madison likes to get fucked. I’m going to screw her first, right in the middle of the living room floor. After I’m done, you guys can have turns with her. Didn’t I tell you this would be special fun?”
The six of us looked at each other with genuinely startled expressions on our faces. I didn’t know about any of the other five of Kelly’s guests, but I was having none of this! Having two cherished sisters as siblings made me feel outraged at what Kelly had done and was going to continue doing to his stepsister.
I quickly spoke out. “There’s no way I’m going to violate this naïve little girl, Kelly…not in a million years. You’re a sicko…and I’m leaving!”
Peter agreed. “Same with me, Kelly. This is just so wrong!” he declared. I remembered that Peter came from a religious family. His uncle was a Baptist minister. We both bolted out the door and headed to our respective homes. After we had walked about 80 yards, I stopped and turned around to look at Kelly’s house.
“Surely, you’re not changing your mind, Robert?” Peter asked me.
“Of course, I’m not!” I replied. “I’m just curious to see if Kelly’s other four guests are leaving the house, too.” Peter and I waited for about ten minutes. None of the other four boys followed our lead. That also really bothered me.
When I separated from Peter, I thought about what, if anything, I should do to help little Madison. I decided my best option was to promptly tell my mother about her predicament when I got home. I knew she had some connection to the bigwigs at the local Children’s Aid Society (CAS) because she did occasional fundraising for them. I actually broke into tears when I relayed the details of what I’d heard at the Dietrich house—which was quite unusual for me. I seldom got emotional about anything, even at my young age. My mother called Peter’s mother to have him verify my story before she made any unsubstantiated accusations. About five seconds after Peter backed me up, my furious mother was dialing another phone number. This time she was calling the highest-ranking person she knew at CAS. The ball was rolling.
I later learned via the grapevine that the police were called by the CAS and they made an immediate visit to the Dietrich house just as Kelly’s father was arriving home. According to the widely circulated scuttlebutt, two veteran police officers explained the sordid nature of their visit. None of my four other classmates were still there when the cops came. They had left half an hour earlier or they would have certainly been in Mr. Dietrich’s line of fire, too. I say “too” because once Kelly confessed to sexually interfering with his stepsister, Mr. Dietrich pounded the daylights out of him while the police conveniently turned their backs. “You are no son of mine!” he dramatically declared after he landed a solid punch to Kelly’s face. Then he advised the police to “throw the book” at his battered boy. Not long after that, Mr. Dietrich, heartbroken, broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. Everyone felt sorry for him. Nobody felt sorry for Kelly.
As I headed to school the next morning, I was afraid that I had to be on my guard for potential violence on the playground. I figured Kelly would likely come after both me and Peter with a vengeance for being squealers. I need not have worried. Kelly never did return to our school; only Madison did. Kelly, who faced minimal legal issues because of his age, had been exiled to relatives half a continent away as neither his father nor stepmother ever wanted to see him again. They had basically disowned him. The remaining three Dietrichs moved away after a year. According to some people, they were seeking a fresh start in a new locale where nobody knew anything about their family’s recent history.
Part Two
Fifteen years later I was working in the computer field—which wasn’t even a career option when I was 12. I was employed by a large and famous general insurance company. My job was to write and amend computer programs to reflect how certain policies worked. It surprisingly kept me busy eight hours a day from Monday through Friday as things constantly changed in the insurance business. I liked my job, although my workload was slightly overwhelming. If I took a day off, it took me forever to catch up on the work that had piled up on my desk. After my vacations, it took more than a few hours of overtime to make up for my absences. I strongly hinted that it would be great to have a co-worker or at least an assistant to help me keep pace. Finally, one day my boss, Morris Carter, got the hint. He introduced me to my new assistant. Her name was Madison Dietrich.
As soon as I heard her name, I studied her face. She wasn’t eight years old anymore, but 23-year-old Madison facially resembled the little girl I had helped save from her stepbrother’s abuse when she was in the third grade. I told my boss that I was fairly sure she and I had attended the same elementary school. Madison did not confirm nor deny it—until our boss left the room. The moment he did, Madison gave me an enormous hug and a kiss on my cheek.
“That’s the kind of assistant I need!” I joked.
“Oh, Robert! You are Robert Neilsen, right? I’ve been hoping to encounter you for years. I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me that day when I was eight! I didn’t realize that Kelly was taking advantage of me because of my young age. I truly did think it was normal for him to fuck me because he told me it was. Years later, of course, I knew what Kelly did to me was terribly wrong. I want to thank your friend Peter, too. Do you still see him?”
“No, Peter’s family moved far away when we were both in the seventh grade. I’ve never seen nor heard from him since we were 13. Honestly, Madison, this is the first time I’ve thought about Peter or heard his name mentioned by anyone in years.”
Madison explained that her memories of being abused had become blurred over the years, including the day when Peter and I were Kelly’s guests. When Madison was 15, she asked her mother to refresh her with details. My name and Peter’s name were fondly recalled by Mrs. Dietrich. She called us heroes.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I asked Madison what had become of Kelly. Her response surprised me a bit at first.
“I couldn’t tell you; I just don’t know for certain,” she replied. “The last time I saw Kelly was the last time you saw him, too. At the time, he was being escorted out of the house by the police. He was sent to live with my aunt and uncle hundreds of miles away. He wrote letters to my mother, my stepdad and to me to apologize for his actions. I never read mine. My parents ripped them up and never responded to them. They both agreed Kelly was sorry he got caught—but not sorry for what he did to me.
“I heard a rumor that Kelly was either dead or paralyzed because he tried the same sexual stuff with another little girl and was caught in the act. Her father didn’t bother to call the police. He took vigilante action on Kelly, instead. That’s just a rumor, though. I don’t know if it’s true.” Madison paused for a moment and added, “I hope it is.” Who could blame her for feeling that way?
Part Three
After that reunion chat, I spent the rest of that first day showing Madison what my job entailed and slowly easing her into doing the same thing. She was very intelligent and knew computers quite well for someone in 1990. I invited her to join me for lunch at a nearby diner. She readily accepted. At lunch she gave me the rest of her life story, including the fact that she was now 23, unmarried, and very happy to have made my acquaintance once again. She coyly inquired if I were married.
I showed her my hand and pointed out, “I’ve got no wedding ring on this finger, Madison. I’m still waiting for Miss Right to emerge into my lonely life.”
“Are you really lonely, Robert?” Madison asked in an alarmed voice.
“No, I was exaggerating,” I told her. “But, hey, I can always use another friend in my life, romantic or otherwise.”
Madison looked me squarely in my eyes and said, “I know an excellent cure for loneliness, Robert. It involves nudity, physical activity, and a bed. The only thing we have to figure out is whose bed we’ll occupy tonight.”
Until that moment, I hadn’t really noticed how attractive Madison Dietrich was. I’d give her a solid nine out of ten on the good-looks scale. I already gave her a perfect score for knowing what she wanted and wasting no time about it.
I needed to double-check to make sure her offer was legitimate. “Are you serious, Madison?” I asked her. “I’m hoping that you are!”
“Yes, I am completely serious,” she stated. Then she explained at least part of her motivation to get me into the sack with her. “I figure I owe you this, Robert. You could have easily had your way with me all those years ago, but instead you did the proper and decent thing. You said no and walked away. What you didn’t get from me when I was a little girl, you’ll get from me tonight. Let’s make it my place at 8 p.m., okay?”
I wasted no time in agreeing. Madison wrote the address of her apartment and handed it to me with a smile. After 15 long years, she seemed very eager to reward me for being noble.
Part Four
I arrived at my destination at five minutes to eight with a bouquet of fresh flowers, a large box of chocolates, and a huge smile on my face. I had been looking forward to this rendezvous for more than seven hours. I decided to abandon all restraint. I wanted to get a world-class fuck out of Madison—and she seemed primed to give it to me.
Madison loved my two gifts, declaring I was “still a thoughtful gentleman after all these years”. I noticed she was walking around her apartment barefoot and clad in in skimpy pink pajamas. It wasn’t sexy lingerie, but her outfit had the same effect on me. Perhaps it was the person inside it. Whatever the case, I began to get aroused.
“I intend to give you a terrific time in bed, Robert,” insisted Madison. “You know why!”
“I intend to do my part, too,” I stated. “I promise I won’t be inactive.”
I proceeded to back up my words by lifting Madison off her feet and carrying her to her bedroom. (She had to give me directions, of course.) I lovingly placed her on the middle of her bed. From a sitting position, she disrobed in a matter of seconds. I tried to get undressed just as swiftly, but I paused. I was transfixed by Madison’s subtle beauty and her not-so-subtle physical attributes. She had wonderfully perky, pointy breasts. They were likely my favorite type—although Madison would have looked good with any set of mammary glands.
The moment I discarded my cotton briefs, Madison insisted on performing fellatio on me. “It’s a good warmup for sex,” she said, apparently seriously.
“Warmup? For some guys, it’s the beginning and the end!” I joked while being earnest. “I’ll try my best not to be one of them.”
Madison almost leapt off the bed, put a pillow on the carpet floor, knelt on it, and proceeded to give me the best blowjob of my life. She licked, sucked, tugged and caressed my phallus like a top female porn star might. It was sensational! I felt my penis rise to heights I didn’t think were possible. I felt compelled to comment, “There’s absolutely no reason why you should ever be lonely, Madison, if you can do things like this so well.” Madison smiled at me, said thanks, and cutely kissed the top of my dick.
“One good turn deserves another, Madison!” I declared. I lifted her back onto her bed and began to munch on her meaty pussy—in a manner of speaking. I could tell it had been recently shaved—perhaps specifically for me tonight. I began to massage her clit, at first very softly, then with increasing vigor. Madison appreciated my efforts without saying a word—unless you count moaning incoherently as diction.
I moved swiftly to fucking. Without warning I quickly set Madison’s feet on each of my shoulders to give my dick full access to her warm and inviting vagina. I drove my penis into her with no hesitation—and then stopped so I could enjoy the moment. Then I pulled back and gave her another hard thrust. I was enjoying screwing my bedmate in such a manner. For the sake of variety, I changed pace completely, and began penetrating Madison’s pussy with rapid short thrusts. Her most private part was now her wettest part. Finally, I just exploded inside her, firing several blasts of jism deep into her love channel. I did not remove my dick for five minutes. I spent that time sucking on her enticing, sexy breasts.
“You didn’t have these when you were eight, Madison!” I reminded her.
She responded, “You had a dick when you were 12, but you probably didn’t know how to use it properly like you did just now.”
I wholeheartedly agreed with the accuracy of that comment.
For the next three hours, we tested the limit of my endurance with every screwing position I knew and some only known to my sexy bedmate. (Madison seemed insatiable. She apparently was a perpetual fucking machine.) I complimented her sex drive. A strange look slowly came over her face.
“I have to confess something to you, Robert,” she said in a noticeably sad tone. “I’ve never told anyone this before—especially not my parents. Kelly was right when he told you guys that I enjoyed fucking. It was horribly wrong of him to take advantage of my age and innocence, but it was totally true. I did enjoy it—everything about it. The most fun I’d had in my life was when Kelly screwed me followed by those four sixth-grade classmates of yours who didn’t walk out of our house when you and Peter did. Maybe now I can put that whole, scandalous mess behind me.”
I thought about what Madison said. “Nope,” I responded. “You won’t have closure until you track down Peter Antonelli, wherever he may be, and give him a terrific thank-you fuck like the one you just gave me!
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