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 Bud's Grocery by NorthernGent Chapter 6 (Chapter 1 can be found at;
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   The following morning Bud awoke early.  It was very quiet in the house.
Had he dreamed what happened here?  Logically, does any teenager come to a
widower and asked to be fucked?  It must have been a dream... but with the
light coming through the window, he could see the letter, bra and panties
sitting on the chair.

   With a hint of a smile, he got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.  As
he peed, he could detect the slightest aroma of the girls from his body. 
He started the shower water to get it to temperature.  As the water was
flowing, the thought, "If I can smell them on me, the girl's parents must
surely detect my scent on them." Giving it more thought, he figured that
the girls should shower before they go home, every time they are here. 
After he finished his shower, he dried off, and was walking down the hall.
He paused a moment before turning to go into his bedroom, and looked across
the hall.  His wife's sewing room was there, a converted bedroom equal to
the size of his bedroom, she had converted it to her quilting room.  He
opened the door, and there was a bed in there (although she used it as a
table), some floor to ceiling shelves, a sewing machine, an ironing board
and iron, lots of fabric and sewing supplies.

   He looked down the hall, and there was another bedroom that they hadn't
used in years.  It was small then the other two, that is why his wife had
selected the other one for her sewing room.  He walked down the hall to
look in it as well.  When he opened the door, there was some furniture;
lamps, a bedside table, some old lamps, a dressing table with a mirror and
a love seat that used to be in the living room.

   As he walked back down the hall, he started to think about options.  The
`what if's' and the `why not's'.  He got dressed, and went downstairs to
eat breakfast.  In his mind he laid out a plan.  It would take most of the
weekend to complete, but he fit it into the spare moments he had.

   His thoughts also turned back to fucking Mary Agnes on the display
counter in the back.  "Boy that was great, just lift a skirt and hump away"
he thought.  If anyone came in the door, all she has to do is stand up - no
one is the wiser.  He had this though run through his mind all morning.

   After he checked out a customer at the check stand, he spied a supplier
catalog for retail grocery and restaurant concerns.  He quickly thumbed
through it for ideas.  During `lunch' he studied the pages, and started to
write out a list.  On the back of the catalog there was a big section that
read, "Internet and 1-800 orders accepted 24/7/365".  He picked up the
phone and placed his order.

   About 3:30 or so on Sunday, Bud had finished with his project.  The
sewing room had been converted back to a bedroom... well mostly.  He walked
down to the store and went to the counter.  There he picked up a label
maker from under the counter, and made two labels.  He picked up a bottle
of baby oil, a bottle of hand lotion, a can of hair spray, and a box of
tampons.  He walked down the `housewares' aisle and picked up two sink
sized plastic dish pans and walked back upstairs with them.  He walked into
the bedroom and put the dish pans on one of the shelves.  He then affixed
the labels to each.  They read; "Abigail" and "Mary Agnes".  He looked
around the room.  He had taken all the sewing stuff to the other bedroom.
He brought most of the furniture into this one.  A total transformation has
been made.

   The closet has been cleaned out.  The bed was a queen size bed, with a
set of pillows.  The bed linen was pink satin sheets and pillow cases that
his wife had pre-purchased for a wedding present before she died.  Beside
the bed was a small table that had a drawer, and sitting on it was a little
lamp with a clock radio on the side closet to the bed.  In the corner, he
had placed the dressing table, and he put two hair dryers on it.  There
were several combs and hair brushes, the can of hair spray, the hand cream
and the baby oil was there as well.  Tucked underneath the dressing table
was the bench that he found in the basement.  Along one wall, he placed the
love seat.  Next to it was a small square table with another lamp on it. 
He looked around the room in total satisfaction.  "This will be the girls
dressing room" he thought.  He turned off the room light and shut the door
when he left the room.

   Bud went to bed early that night, tomorrow would be a busy day.

   He woke up about the usual time, even though he beat the alarm.  The
bakery and milk delivery guys were arriving at their usual time.  The
morning and afternoon customer traffic was pretty normal for a Monday.  The
three-o-clock rush was about to begin.  He watched as the first few came in
the door.  Then Abigail walked in carrying her book bag.  Bud asked,
"Abigail, can I see you for a minute?" "Sure Bud" she replied.  Between
customers, he talked to Abigail and instructed her to put on her apron and
take a hand basket and pick up tooth paste, tooth brush, bar soap, and
shampoo - - - the same brands as they use at home.  When she was done to
bring the hand basket up to the counter.  Bud continued waiting on the
juvenile clients as Abigail went about her task.  The last kid was being
checked out when Abigail came to the counter with the basket in hand.  "Are
you ready to ring the items up?" Bud asked Abby.  She stepped up to the
cash register, and he moved close in behind her and started to point some
things out.  With the hand not visible to anyone that would walk in, he
reach under her apron and injected his hand into her pants.  Like before
she was not wearing underwear.  She was wet, but not as wet as she normally
was.  He started to finger her vagina and clitoris.  Bud continued to point
things out on the cash register, Abigail was fully wet and ready for
anything.  Her hips began to follow the rhythm set by his hand.  She was
now wet enough to drip.  With the hand he had been point out things on the
cash register, he reached under her shirt and started to play with her
nipples.  They were full and hard.  Abigail was having problems
concentrating; her legs were beginning to weaken.  He reached down to the
button the held her pants closed, and unbuttoned it.  Now her entire pants
front was open.  He continued his pumping her vagina and used the other to
attack her clitoris.  "If you had your choice, what would you like to do?"
Bud asked.

   "But I haven't gotten a `B' yet." She replied almost in a whisper. 
"Let's just say that for what you did last Friday, you get `Extra Credit'."
Bud said.  "Really?" she asked.  "Really!" he replied.  "Any way I want?"
"Any way YOU want!"

   Abigail's pants fell below her knees.  Abigail was about to have an
orgasm.  Bud began to rub her stomach and unknown to her as his hand
circled higher, he unbuttoned her shirt.  "Want you... to....  Ooo...
Ooo... AAAAHH!  She had a powerful orgasm.  "Well before I do, don't you
think you should put yourself back together?  Pull up your pants girl your
stuff is hanging out." He said giggling as he licked her cum off his hand.
"And pick up the basket and take it upstairs.  I will lock the door." He
continued.  Holding her pants up with one hand and picking up the basket
with the other, she headed to the back of the store without ever buttoning
her shirt.  Bud chuckled as he put the sign in the door and locked it.

   He walked up to the bedroom.  Abigail was already naked and lying prone
on Buds bed.  When Bud entered the room, Abigail said, "I want you and me
to `69' like you did with Mary Agnes.  But I want to be on top.  Then I
want you to fuck me hard like you did with her."

   He took off his clothing and laid down on the bed.  He rolled over on
his back as Abigail straddled his chest tucking her legs under his arms. 
She pushed back and placed her pussy right above his mouth.  He spread her
pussy lips with his hands and stuck his tongue into her love canal.  A gush
of hot pussy fluid flowed onto his tongue.  As he licked her pussy, she
initiated a hand job to make Bud hard.  Once he had reached that state, she
bent forward and started to lick the head of his cock.  She noticed that
his tongue didn't reach in as deeply in her after she changed position so
she pushed backward using her hands.  With his hands he started to massage
her butt checks and in so doing, he pushed her ass downward toward his
mouth.  She was now matching the motions of her hips to that of his tongue
to receive maximum stimulation.

   She was now sucking his dick with the tempo and cadence of his oral
attack on her pussy.  Time seemed to stand still, but the pulse of time was
marked by the regularity of tongue beating against her clitoris.  While her
attention was focused on the Dick that filled her mouth, her body was
responding to the concentrated devotion and attentiveness to her pussy and
ass.

   Abigail loved sucking Buds cock.  The velvet head of his cock had a
taste and feel much different than that of the vain embellished shaft. 
Abigail found that she could circle her tongue continually around the rim
of his cock head.  She adored the size and shape of the organ.  She liked
to move his foreskin from around the swollen head with her lips.  She loved
playing with his balls, those movable hard orbs contained in a fluid sack.
With the pubic hair covered bag, it too had a taste and texture of its own.
She relished taking one ball into her mouth and sucking while exploring it
with her tongue.  Then doing the same thing to the other one.  All the time
massaging the sack and balls with warm caresses.  The scent of his genital
area was musky and intoxicating to her.  She noted the difference between
the bitter-sweet tang of his pre-cum and the thicker viscous translucent
cream that contained millions of his sperm.

   Abigail sexual level had been gradually heightened, and she moved her
hips as her pussy began to twitch and pulsate, bringing her to a trembling
orgasmic frenzy.  "BUD... FUCK ME!" she yelled.

   Rolling over, Abigail was now on her back, and Bud in one fluid motion
grabbed a pillow lifted her feet past her head and slid it under her.  As
quickly he was between her legs as she widened anticipating his Dick's
penetration of her waiting pussy.

   Bud's cock slid into the vaginal sheath with a fit more perfect then
that of a hand sliding into a pair of custom tailored gloves.  The
Abigail's pussy honey coat provided a silky-smooth path down the velvety
vaginal walls.  When he reached the rear extent of the path, instinctively
he knew the limits of his stroke.  He began pumping his shaft with the
speed and precision of a piston being driven the cylinder of the motor. 
With Abigail's sexual level at the threshold of orgasm, she intuitively and
unconsciously wrapped her legs around Bud's waist and pulled him closer to
her with each stroke.  Bud sucked on her nipples as he worked at her pussy.
He encircled his arms around her body holding her securely; they fit
tightly together like puzzle pieces.

   Bud was perspiring as he labored on the pre-teen.  It made a thin coat
of lubricant between their bodies.  Whether it was heat from him laying on
top of her, or the amount of effort she was putting into the physical
encounter or the sexual excitement her body was enjoying, head, neck and
chest were all redder in tone and hue, and she was sweaty too.

   Abigail's head was turning side to side.  Her arms were wrapped tightly
around Bud's head and shoulders.  She was humming a low moan from below her
throat.  All of a sudden, she grabbed his hair tightly, and pushing her
hand toward her chest and drove the sucking mouth further into her spongy
tit.  She clamped down on his hips with a death grip of power trying to
hold him in one position, one where he was deepest in her.  Waves of muscle
spasms rippled from her pussy outward.  Her stomach clinched, her chest
expanded as she drew in a breath of air, but she could not exhale. 
Abigail's legs and arms trembled and shook in uncontrollable fashion. 
"Oh... Oh..  aaarrrgh... Fuck Me Bud... FUCK ME... GAWD DAMN... GAWD...
DAMN!" she screamed as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had happened.

   Bud did not stop or slow his pace, he continued to fuck that little
pussy for all it was worth.  She had a second orgasm, and finally a third
as he shot his load into her womb.  They were too exhausted to move for a
couple of minutes.  They lie there in each other's embrace.  Abigail
unlocked her legs freeing Bud's hips.  The rigorous sounds of sexual
grunting, groaning and moaning was now drowned out by only silence with the
sound of an occasional controlled breath being taken.

   As they lie there, they were both drenched.  Even Abigail's blonde hair
was wet and stuck to her skin.  When he could, Bud moved his arms so he
could lift himself up off of Abby.  As he pulled his half limp Dick out of
Abigail's pussy, there was a slurping sound.  Both of their genitals were
sticky, and their cum was oozing out of Abby.  Bud rolled off of her.  With
their bodies separated, the cool room air caused Abby to develop
goose-pimples.  "Let's get under the covers." Bud said.

   They crawled under the covers, and rested their heads on the pillows. 
Abigail leaned over and kissed Bud.  It wasn't a passionate kiss, more of a
sincere thank you kiss.  "Did you get what you chose?" Bud asked.  "Yes"
she replied.  "How was it?" he asked.  "GREAT!" she responded.

   Abigail rolled over onto her stomach, lifted herself up on her elbows
exposing her tits to Bud's view.  He rolled over on his side and reached
out with arm underneath him and cupped one of the precious treasures in his
hand.  He reached out his other hand and proceeded to lightly touch her
butt, not really rubbing more like a very light tickle over her buttocks
and down her ass crack.  "Abigail, You have very nice titties." Bud said as
he gave it a squeeze.  "Do you like Mary's tits better than mine?" she
asked.  "No." Bud answered.  "They are bigger." She said.  "I know, but
that doesn't mean I like them more." He replied.  She thought about it for
a while.  "Do you like Mary's ass better than mine?" she asked.  "No." he
answered again.  "Her's is rounder." Abigail said.  "That is so, however I
like yours too." Bud replied as he continued to stoke her ass.  "You like
fucking her better than me?" Abigail asked.  Seeing a trend forming here,
Bud responded this way; "Abigail, why are you asking me these questions? 
Especially about your friend?  Do you think I like Mary Agnes better than
you?"

   "Well, you said I got extra credit for bringing her to you.  She is
older, she is prettier, her boobs are bigger, she has a nicer ass, and I
think you like to fuck her more than me." She said.

   The trap had been set by an eleven year old - how Bud answered this
question will set the direction of the remainder of his life.  He thought
for a second, and then said, "Sweetie, you are a very special person to me.
And I think Mary Agnes is too, but I don't know that yet.  Since my wife
died, it has not been the greatest around here.  The last week or so has
been very special because of you.  "

   He continued, "Both of you have given me things that I have not had for
years, in some cases many years.  I find you attractive and cute, if
anything, I find Mary Agnes attractive and pretty.  You both have
exceptional bodies, but they are unique and different.  For example, you
know I like fucking you girls in a lot of different ways... Right?" "Yes"
Abigail replied.  "Well your tits are not big enough to do that yet, but
Mary's is, so I may tittie fuck her, and not you, but that does not mean
that I enjoy my time with her better, only different.  Understand?" "Not
exactly." She replied.

   "Okay, let's try this.  Who is you're your five best friends?" Abigail
replied, "Mary Agnes of course, Grace Helton, Judy Fredricks, Lori Larson,
and Wanda Jones, but she isn't a friend, just someone to hang around with."
Bud asked, "Okay, what do each of the girls like to do?" "Grace is the
smart one, she likes to go to library, Judy likes the movies, Lori likes to
bowl, and Wanda likes to go to the mall.  And Mary likes to fuck you." She
answered.

   "So if you want to go to the mall, you go with Grace?  " he asked.  "No,
I would go with Wanda." She answered.  "And if you wanted to go to the
movies, you would go with Lori?" he asked.  "No, I would go with Judy." She
answered.  "And if you wanted to find out how long my Dick is who would you
ask?" Bud asked.  "Mary of course" she answered.  "None of the other girls?
Why not?" he asked.  "Because they don't know." She answered.  "So who do
you like the best?" he asked.  "Mary - but you knew that.  The others are
all about the same except for Wanda." Abigail answered.  "You mean that you
would select different friends to do things with because they have
different interests or knowledge?  And because you selected one friend over
another, it is because you liked them better?" "I understand" Abigail
exclaimed.

   "You are a fast learner, she is a caring person.  You are both
intelligent, you both know what you want, and you both work very hard to
get it.  You are both fun to be with your particular traits." He said.

   "As far as giving you extra credit; I didn't give you extra credit
because you brought me someone that you thought was prettier, bigger or
curvier than you, you got the extra credit because you were giving enough
to share!  At least that is what I think Mary would say." he exclaimed.

   Abigail smiled.  She climbed on top of Bud still under the covers.  She
hugged him, said that she loved him and kissed him.

   "Do you want to see something...?" he asked, "but if you do, you need to
keep it a secret, you can't even tell Mary.  It will be our secret until
she knows.

   Bud got out of bed closely followed by the eleven year old nymph.  He
picked up the basket, and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to
the bathroom.  "Let's take a shower, you take a shower with the products in
the basket." They took a shower together.  Bud washed her entire body
paying special attention to her tits, and finger fucked her saying, "We
want to be sure all the parts are very clean, don't we?" Apparently she
thought so as well, she giggled every time he reached into her.  And she
made sure his penis was clean.

   Bud was the first to leave the shower.  He dried off with a big fluffy
towel.  As he left the bathroom he said, "Hurry up sweetheart.  I still
have that secret to show you." He walked down the hall to his bedroom and
got dressed.  He quickly picked up her shoe and checked the shoe size. 
Putting the shoe back he checked her pant and shirt size, then he headed to
the hallway.

   Just as he walked back out to the hall she was leaving the bathroom.  As
she walked down the hall, he thought how natural it was to see her walking
around the house naked.  How her ample nipples and tits were perfect on her
frame.  Her walk was that of a girl, but with a hint of sway and rotating
motion of a woman.  Her hair was still wet and stringy, and needed combed.

   He stood by the door to the bedroom across from his bedroom.  When she
came up to him, he opened the door and had her enter.  When she walked in
the room, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open.  She turned
around to Bud, she didn't need to say a word, the expression on her face
told the entire story.  She was happy, but didn't know exactly why.

   Bud began to explain, "When you come here, we usually fuck, and our
bodies have a scent.  When you go home with my scent, your family can
detect that.  So when we fuck, you and Mary will take a shower before you
leave with the same products you use at home.  " "So you made a room for
us?" She asked.  "Yes it is." He answered.  Abigail smiled broadly.

   She sat down at the dressing table and picked up a comb and combed out
her hair.  The she picked up the hair drier and started to dry her hair. 
Bud watched the eleven year old as she moved the drier from side to side.
When she finished, she ran the comb through her hair again.  When she was
done, Bud reached over and picked up her dish pan and handed it to her. 
"Bud, it has my name on it." She said.  "That's right sweetie, now go and
put the stuff you brought up in it, and bring it back an put it beside the
other one.  You will need to take the basket down stairs as well." He said.


   She ran down the bathroom, and just a few seconds later returned with
the dish pan and basket.  Before he could say anything, the naked nymph
turned and took the basket down stairs.

   She did not immediately return.  After a couple of minutes Bud headed
downstairs to see what happened to her.  He walked into the store and could
not see Abigail anywhere.  He looked around the store.  He eventually he
found her laying on the display case with her ass bent over the edge.

   "Sweetie, what are you doing?" "Extra credit day right?" she asked. 
"Right" "I want you to fuck me here like you did Mary Agnes." She answered.


   Bud looked around; no one else was in the store.  The door was locked.
He turned off the store lights.  Stoking her back with one hand, he
unfastened his belt and pants.  They dropped to below his knees.  He pushed
his shorts down as well.  Lining himself behind her, he reached and started
to massage her buttocks.  "Whose cock do you like to suck?  Bud asked.

   "Yours" "Whose?" "Bud, I like to suck your cock." She replied.  "Whose
cock you like in here?" he asked as he inserted two fingers into her pussy
to check how wet she was.  "Bud, I like your cock in my pussy." She
answered.  Sticking is cum covered fingers into her asshole he asked,
"Whose cock do you want in here?" "I want your cock in my butt." she
replied.  "Who has brings their friends to have me fuck them?" he asked as
he shoved his Dick into her pussy.  "I do." She answered.  Wanting to make
a point about Mary Agnes, he asked.  "Who gets extra credit for bringing
her friends to get fucked." "I do." "Do you like extra credit?" he asked.
"Yes" she replied.  "You like your little pussy fucked?" "Yes" He pumped
her until she had an orgasm.  Then he took his Dick out of her pussy and
stuck it into her ass and started pumping.  In a couple of minutes he came
into her ass.

   "Sweetie, that was great.  Thank You." "Bud, I had a great Extra Credit
Day!" Abigail said grinning from ear to ear.  "Good, keep up the studies
and we will have more." He said.  "I have a clean-up in aisle Abigail to
attend to." She giggled as she headed to the house.

   Bud pulled up his shorts and pants.  He fastened the pants and belt.  He
went back to the switch and turned on the store lights.  He unlocked the
door and picked up the sign and returned it to its home behind the counter.


   About four minutes later, Nancy walked in the door.  "Hi Bud." She said
as she came in.  "Hi Nancy, how are you doing today?" he asked.  "Fine... I
started baking some things and found that I was short a couple of things."
She said.  Abigail walked into the store and walked up to the counter. 
Nancy picked up a 5 pound bag of sugar, some flour, and a bottle of
vanilla. She picked up a dozen eggs and a loaf of bread.  Then Nancy
brought her selection up to the check-out be checked out.  "Bud who is this
lovely little helper you got there?" she asked.  "Nancy, I would like you
to meet Abigail, Abigail this is Nancy.  She is one of our best customers."
Bud said.  "It is a pleasure to meet you Abigail." Nancy responded.  "It is
a pleasure meeting you too." Abigail replied.  "Is Bud teaching you all the
in and outs of the grocery business?" Nancy asked.  "Bud is a good
teacher." She replied with a smile.

   "Nancy, that will be $15.73." Bud said as he shoved the groceries down
the counter to Abigail.  "Here you go Bud." Nancy replied.  Bud put the
money in the cash register.  As Abigail finished bagging the groceries, Bud
said, "Abigail can you help Nancy out to her car?" "Sure!" "Well thank you
Abigail!" They walked out the door and Abigail walked back into the store
with a dollar bill in her hand.

   The clock on the wall read 5:50.  "Bud, I have to go." Abigail said. 
Looking at the clock he replied, "Okay sweetie.  Did you have a good Extra
Credit Day?" "It was great!" she exclaimed.  "I am glad you enjoyed it." He
replied.  Abigail walked to the backroom and hung her apron up.  She tucked
in her shirt and zipped up her pants.  She grabbed her book bag and slung
it over her shoulder.  She walked back to the floor of the store.  She met
Bud in the middle aisle.  She reached up and hugged Bud around the neck
subjecting his chest to her nipples as fully as possible while dressed. 
She kissed him on the lips and smiled.  Then she let him go, and said, "See
you tomorrow, Bud"

   She walked to the door, and waved good-bye as she left.  Bud went and
found the supply catalog and dialed the phone numbers.  "I would like to
add to my order..." he said.

   The following three days was pretty much the same.  With the exception
of Wednesday.  On that day, the delivery company brought in two packages.
Bud signed for the delivery.  "Could you spell your last name for me
please?" the deliveryman asked.  "M-c-C-l-a-n-i-h-a-n" Bud replied.  When
the driver left, Bud took the packages back to the display counter.  He
opened up the boxes, and checked the contents against the packing slip.

   "Everything is here." He thought.  He picked up the packages and took
them to the living room.  When he had lunch, Bud took the boxes up to the
girls bedroom.  He put them in the closet.  That night he reviewed all the
photos he took of the girls.  He printed out six prints on glossy paper. 
He went to the store and down to the housewares aisle.  He picked up six
black 8 by 10 frames.  He spent the next hour framing the prints he
printed. He put them on the shelf in the closet and shut the door.

   On Thursday after Abigail left, he went down the health aisle and picked
up a box of 24 large unlubricated condoms.  He went to the housewares aisle
and picked up a box of finishing nails.  He took the items to the kitchen
and went to the tool drawer.  He got a tape measure, a wood pencil and a
hammer.  He walked upstairs with all the items.  He walked into the girl's
room where he remained for the next hour and a half.
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