Can't start a story like this without mentioning that my wife lost interest in sex after our second kid was born. That meant I was effectively living like a monk for the following six years. Hate to admit it but with the internet being so handy I started looking for comfort elsewhere. In due time she divorced me and took the kids along with damned near half of everything I owned.
In the course of things you meet a lot of strange people on the web and there were a lot of divorced women, guys pretending to be women, gay guys pretending to be women, and people who were just plain old damaged goods. Friend of mine once said the internet was like a bar because you never knew what you were going to pick up! So true!
Ended up getting on a discussion group about home school programs and that was where I met Camdyn. Camdyn was the recent product of home schooling and she was bright, engaging, and intelligent. Not someone I was looking to fuck, mind you, but she was definitely someone I didn't mind getting to know.
Our discussions moved to emails and we eventually shared pictures. She wasn't a glamour girl by a long shot but she was far from unattractive. She seemed on the taller side with a willowy build that went perfectly with her red hair and pale skin. At the time I figured if I was fifteen years younger I'd be interested.
In due time I learned that Camdyn came from a strict religious family and I could tell she was chafing from the pressure of such a confining social arrangement.
It was about six months after I'd first encountered Cam when she asked to meet me in person. For myself this meant an all-day drive from Kansas City to the rural town of Craig, Colorado. I stayed the night in a comfortable enough hotel on the main drag and the next morning went to meet Cam at the local McDonald's. I showed up early intending to get a good look at Cam as she arrived.
She showed up on time and exactly as expected she was tall and willowy like a Lladro figurine. Her auburn red hair was long and tied up in a braid and she wore simple gold rimmed glasses. The girl was definitely easy to look at.
She opened the door and saw me and smiled. In a moment she was sitting with me and chatting away about how nice it was to meet me. I interrupted her long enough to get a couple cups of coffee and then we chatted away for the next two hours.
While she didn't say it outright it was clear her life in the small town verged on being in a prison. Everyone knew her and her tyrannical church dominated life in the small town.
I finally confronted this fact, "Sounds like you need to get the heck out of this place, don't you?"
She looked around to see if anyone could hear her and then looked down at the table as she replied, "Yes, but you can't just leave here you have to get kicked out. It's just how things work."
"Then you got any ideas on how to get yourself kicked out?"
Her hands folded in her lap and she looked up at me and quietly said, "I was hoping you could get me pregnant. The church won't want me around anymore if I do that."
"What about your family?" I asked while trying to maintain my composure.
"I just want out."
We talked a bit more and I was suggesting she just leave town instead of destroying her reputation and after some cajoling Cam agreed to go with me when I left the next day. With that she got up and politely shook my hand before disappearing out the door.
I wasn't certain she'd show up the next day but in the morning I went back to the McDonald's right on time as I'd promised. I sat there in my big green Ford SUV and waited. And waited. And then waited some more.
After an hour I was just getting ready to turn on the engine and blow town when I saw Cam scurrying towards the McDonald's from the direction of a nearby church. I waved and she saw me and almost ran towards my Expedition. She opened the back door, threw in a small bag and then jumped in. We'd agreed she should sit in back for the exit out of town since the back seat was hidden by blacked-out windows.
"Please go!" she said. Not needing to be asked twice I did as I was told and was soon heading east and then south to the Interstate. We made small talk along the way but I noticed she kept looking behind us anticipating that someone would come after her. They never did and we made a clean getaway.
It was only when we were past the Colorado border and into Kansas that Cam broke down and started crying. She was finally free and it all came out. I got to hear of whippings and beatings, tales of working at jobs to pay for the family bills, being promised to some religious Neanderthal named Clay, and simply being abused in general.
Made me feel pretty good about rescuing her.
At the end of the day we pulled up to my old house in KC and she was smitten with the place!
"This is yours? It's so nice! Did you build it?"
"Nope, it was built in 1915 but I did do a lot to restore it. Glad you like it!" I opened the door and let her in. She made a beeline for the kitchen and made over how nice and clean everything was. Cam marveled at the overpriced six burner range and stove and then went on about the rest of the kitchen.
Hate to say, but it was late so I showed her to her bedroom and then after saying good night I retired to my own bedroom to recover from the day's drive. After a shower and a few evening ablutions I pulled back the covers to my bed and laid back. I was just starting to drift off when I heard the click of my bedroom door.
"Baz?" I heard Cam's small voice.
"Yeah, I'm here." I sat up and clicked on the light next to my bed. At the door stood Cam without her glasses, squinting at the light, and dressed only in a very modest flannel nightgown. The nightgown gave me a better view of her body than her rather odd conservative dress did and I realized that was probably the point of the odd dress.
"What's up?" I asked.
She came closer to see me better. That also meant I could see her better and the curve of her breasts was wonderfully apparent. I also admired the shape of her hips and then hoped that without her glasses she wouldn't notice me checking her out.
"Baz, you don't know my family and my church. They'll come after me because I was promised to Clay and I know they won't let me stay here."
I interrupted her, "Cam, no one's going to take you away from here, not if I have anything to say about it."
"Make me pregnant and you won't have to say anything at all! I'll belong to you and they'll have to let me go!"
This is that moment where I had to decide to be honorable and not take advantage of this young lady who was making the best possible decision she could given her cloistered upbringing. I looked at Cam and saw her pleading eyes, her trim body, and then looked at my own somewhat paunchy belly and realized that if I did what I wanted I'd be just as bad as the people she was running away from. Maybe worse.
But there was also a chance that I'd get to have this beautiful little nymph in my life for a lot longer if she was full with my baby. I'll also admit to wanting to get laid for the first time in almost seven years. There was just one more thing to consider.
"Cam, tell me I won't be your first."
She nodded, "No, I had a cousin who did that when he was visiting my family this one time. We were lucky that nothing happened."
A cousin? Interesting family.
I laid back and pulled off my boxers. Figured she may as well see what she was getting. My rod was hard and ready at the thought of being plunged deep into Cam's belly.
"Your turn." I said.
She gestured at the light, "Can you turn that off, please?"
"Naw, I think I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
She hesitated.
I cleared my throat. "Of course, if you don't want to do this I'll understand."
That did it. Cam undid the buttons on her modest nightgown and let it drop to the floor. She was lovely. There were a few freckles on her shoulders from sunburns past but the rest of her body was flawless. You could tell she'd never been out in the sun without a dress on.
I expected I'd need to tell her what to do but she knew. She climbed up on the bed and straddled me with the base of my shaft getting teased by her lightly tufted pussy. She sat up on me and my hands went to her hips. I really wanted to grab her delicate tits but I figured I'd take my time.
"Please be gentle with me."
"I will." I said. Then I pulled her body a little closer. Her pussy lips tantalizingly dragged along my cock and she drew a breath at the sensation. Then I edged her hips back a little before pulling her forward again. I just quietly enjoyed doing this with Cam for a while and was rewarded as her flower opened up and her body started to get ready for me.
Seven years, I thought to myself. Seven years.
This time I pulled her hips forward on me until the head of my cock was slipping in her softness. I couldn't help myself and thrust at her a few times. My hands went up from her waist to the sides of her tits and I pulled her face down to my own. I kissed gently kissed her soft lips while my cock sought out her entrance. It took a couple tries and then I felt her tense as the head of my cock penetrated her body. She pulled away from it.
Wrapping my arms around her I held her tight and then pushed her body back at my cock. She kissed me again and now I got my cock in place again and pushed. She bit her lip and winced.
