==================================================== WARNING! This story is a work of fiction for adult readers. It tells of a loving and consensual sexual relationship between a 30-something man and a 9-year old girl. If that offends or shocks you, too bad. Don't read any further. On the other hand, if you enjoy my story then I would love to hear from you. I would also love to receive any constructive criticism you may have. I promise to reply to all positive comments. Enjoy! Aquarius ===================================================== Synopsis: (Mg9, cons) Helped by one of her teachers, Amanda Richardson, a nine-year old orphan, has won first prize in a UK national science competition for her brilliant project work. But as they are heading home after the prize-giving ceremony, she and her teacher are snowed in, and forced to spend the night in an hotel. And, that night, they both discover a prize far more precious ... (5,548 words) ===================================================== MANDY AND ME Chapter 1 - The Winner "And the winner is ..." Hundreds of people in the conference hall held their breath ... schoolkids ... their teachers ... doting parents ... brothers ... sisters ... uncles ... aunts ... and me. And the pretty 9-year old girl sitting beside me held her breath too. This was the big moment, the culmination of months and months of work that we had done together. "... the winner is Amanda Richardson, from Greenhowe School, with her science project on growing medicinal herbs under artificial conditions." Mandy gasped, grabbed my arm and squeezed. "It's me! Ooooh-er!" "Well done!" I whispered, putting my arm around her shoulder and giving her a squeeze in return. "You've worked for it. Go on, go up and get your prize." Mandy stood up, nervously, and walked towards the stage. I watched her go. She was beautiful; slim, with shoulder length blonde hair, and blue eyes. Over the months that we'd worked together – in the classroom after school, in her herb garden at weekends, in my kitchen - I'd fallen deeply in love with her. She was smart, bright, funny, pretty, lively, hard-working, fun to be with. And sexy. I loved her passionately. But love between a 30-something schoolteacher and a 9-year old schoolgirl was forbidden. All that I had were my fantasies. I knew that Mandy had had some tough times over the past couple of years. But she hadn't let that dampen her spirits. And now she'd won first prize in a national science contest, against competition from all over the country. My heart was thundering as I watched her collect her prize, turn and walk proudly back to me. "That was scary," Mandy said as she sat down in her chair again. She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, and clutched a trophy, a big bunch of flowers, and an envelope. "Everyone was watching me. And I thought they were going to ask me to make a speech." She giggled, nervously. I put my arm around her again and gave her another squeeze. That was all I was allowed to do. "You deserve it. You worked hard." My heart was bursting with love and pride. But I couldn't show the love. She looked up at me with her eyes wide. "I couldn't have done it with out you, Dadd-" she stopped short, blushing, and my heart jumped. Then she hurriedly corrected herself. "Without you, Mr. Richardson. We worked together." She called me 'Daddy'! My heart beat faster. I wished that there could have been someone from her family present for her; like there were for the other competitors. But that was impossible. She didn't have a daddy now. I gave her another squeeze of pride and she looked up at me. I was certain I could detect love in her eyes, too. Then the speeches began: long, rambling speeches by university worthies and commercial sponsors. Speeches that went on and on. Every now and again I stole a glance at Mandy, sitting with her prizes, cheeks slightly flushed, so thrilled her achievement. When this event was over our lives were probably going to move apart again. She would move up a year in school and, ultimately, leave to go to another school. After that I would probably never see her again. I could hardly bear to think about it. When the speeches were over there was a reception, with the educational press in attendance. Mandy got interviewed and photographed several times."They'll be celebrating her success back at school in Carlisle, no doubt," said one reporter. "You must be very proud of your daughter, Mr. Richardson." My heart jumped when he said that. But I had to admit . "She's not my daughter," I said, glancing across to see if Many had heard. "We have the same family name. But that's a coincidence. We're not related. I'm just the teacher at her school who worked with her on her project." "Oh. Right." The reporter suddenly lost interest in me and looked around the room. "Are her mum and dad here then? Mandy's work was so original and clever, I'd like a word with them if I may." I shook my head sadly. "I'm afraid Mandy is an orphan. Her parents were both killed in a road accident a while back. She now lives with her aunt." "Oh!" The reporter grimaced. "Sorry to hear that." She glanced around the room. "Is her aunt here then?" "No. Unfortunately not. Her aunt couldn't get time off work. It's just me." Suddenly the reporter lost interest and moved on. After about half an hour of this sort of thing I began to look at my watch. "We'd better get going, Mandy," I said, drawing her gently away from a conversation with several other prizewinners and their teachers. "We've got to catch the flight back home. Come on." I waved at the group. "Goodbye everybody." We collected our cases from the reception area, went out to the front of the conference hall, and hailed a taxi. "The airport?" the driver said as we climbed in the back. "Where are you flying to?" "Up north. Newcastle." The taxi driver shrugged. "You'll be lucky mate. There's a big storm coming. From what I've heard on the radio, it's already dumping tons of snow up there." He was right. The airport was bedlam and when we finally got to the front of the queue at the check-in desk, the harassed airline staff were adamant. "Today's flight has been cancelled," they said. "Newcastle airport has shut down completely. So have the others in the area. And the storm is forecast to hit us down here, shortly. We've arranged an hotel for you, for the night." I looked at Mandy, and she pulled a funny face. I couldn't tell if she was happy or annoyed. At the hotel, with several aircraft-loads of passengers arriving simultaneously, all needing to be accommodated at once, the staff were just as harassed. "We can only give you one room, sir," the woman at the reception desk said. "We're really short. You'll have to share with your daughter. Is that all right?" My heart jumped again, and I glanced down at Mandy who was standing right next to me, looking at a rack of postcards on the desk. Had she heard? I wasn't going to correct them. "Okay," I said. "My daughter and I will be fine in one room." I wondered if I should be doing this, and I sort of hoped the room would have twin beds. But, funnily, at the same time I hoped it had a double bed. It was a weird internal conflict. We carried our bags up to our room and, as soon as I opened the door I saw immediately - it was a double bed. "Ooooooh, this is lovely," said Mandy, skipping into the room and looking around. "Much nicer than those horrible, cold rooms they gave us at the science contest place." "That was held at a university," I said. "We were staying in student halls of residence. They were a bit basic. This is a four-star hotel." "Mmmmmmmm, it's nice and comfy," Mandy sat down on the bed and started bouncing up and down. "And it's nice and warm and cosy in here, too." She looked out through the window, into the gathering dark, where a few snowflakes were already beginning to fall. "A four-star hotel! This is exciting. I've never been in one this posh before." It was exciting. But, I guessed, not in a way she realised. I glanced at the big double bed. Could I trust myself to share that with her tonight? Would I be able to sleep? Should I go back downstairs and ask for a room with twin beds? "And look at all the TV channels they've got!" Mandy had switched on the set, and was now sitting cross-legged on the sofa, flicking through the programs with the remote control. "This is such a cool place. I'm so glad it's snowing." She shot me a beautiful smile. I guessed I would be sleeping on that sofa. "Come on, put that TV zapper down. Let's grab some supper." Mandy switched off the TV, dropped the remote control on the table, jumped up and, without warning, threw herself into my arms. "This is so cool, staying here. With you." She looked at me. "I love you," she said, simply. I got an overwhelming feeling that she wanted me to tell her I loved her, and kiss her. It was all I could do to resist. "Come on, little Miss Scientist," I said. "Let's go and eat." She giggled, happily and gave me a squeeze. Down in the hotel's restaurant she insisted on sitting next to me at the table, rather than across the opposite side. "I want to be near you," she said. Once more I thought my heart was going to burst. Then, again, she suddenly changed the subject, "Can I have a sip of your wine?" I frowned. "Just one," I said. "But don't tell anyone. Your aunt will kill me if she finds out." I handed her the glass and she raised it to her lips. As she breathed in the aroma of the drink she wrinkled her little nose. Trying to hide the expression, she took a sip. "Lovely!" she said. But her face told a different story. "Well, you're getting any more, madam. Now, stick with your orange juice." I thought I detected an expression of relief flit across her face. Back upstairs after supper I drew the curtains on the now rapidly-falling snow, switched on the TV and flicked through the channels. We found a soppy love-story film playing on one of them and settled down on the sofa together to watch. Normally I wouldn't have watched a film like that in a million years. But Mandy enjoyed it. She drew her feet up, snuggled close to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and gently kissed the top of her head. Mandy cried a little at the sad parts, and laughed at the happy ones. As we watched I knew that I shouldn't have been sitting with her so intimately. But I didn't want her to move away. I was falling more and more deeply in love with her by the minute. Halfway through the film I pulled her closer, bent down and kissed her cheek. She sighed and wriggled her little body deeper into the crook of my arm. At the end of the film I switched off the TV and she sat snuggled up against me for a while, not moving. I didn't move either. I didn't want to break the spell. Then she turned to me, her eyes shining. "I love you," she said again, simply. I shouldn't have said it, I know. She was 9. I was in my 30s. I should have told her that it was ridiculous. I should have said that love between us was not possible. I should have said that a little girl like her couldn't possibly be in love with an adult like me. But I didn't believe any of that. And my feelings were too strong. "I love you too," I said. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world." I pulled her into my arms and we kissed. On the lips. Passionately. "Now bedtime," I said, pulling away, hardly able to breathe. She skipped away, grabbed her nightclothes from her suitcase and ran into the bathroom. I lay back on the couch and gazed up at the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Five minutes or so later she came out, dressed for bed in a pink nightie. She looked gorgeous. I tried not to stare as she pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed. But I couldn't help it. And as she slipped into the bed her little legs spread wide and I caught a flash of pink cotton panties. I went through to the bathroom, got into my pyjamas, cleaned my teeth and when I came out, Mandy was tucked up on one side of the bed, peeping out at me from under the covers, her hair spread out across the pillow like a halo. Was it to be the sofa for me tonight? Or next to her? My heart began to race. I pulled back the curtains at the window a fraction, and looked out. It was snowing really heavily now. I glanced at the sofa. It looked cold, hard, uncomfortable and small. Snuggled up in bed, warm soft and loving, was a little angel, wearing pink nightie and panties. A little angel who'd said she loved me. And we'd kissed. Passionately. My heart was now beating like crazy. I knew I was going over a cliff. But I didn't care. I turned out the light and climbed into the bed next to her. For a moment I lay there in the darkness. Then I felt her reach across and touch me on the shoulder. "Goodnight," she said. I should have squeezed her hand, said 'Goodnight' in return and rolled over away from her to try and get to sleep. But I didn't. My penis was now rock hard. I wriggled towards her, reached out and pulled her a little closer, angling my body so she couldn't feel my erection. I didn't want to scare her. "I love you Mandy," I said as I reached out in the darkness and stroked her silky-soft hair. "I love you more than anyone. Kiss me goodnight." I pulled her closer seeking her in the darkness. Her soft little lips met mine and we kissed. Then she whispered "I love you too. You're like my daddy," she said and kissed me again. But this time, to my astonishment, she pushed her little tongue into my mouth. I pulled back sharply. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like that?" "I love it." I struggled to catch my breath. "But 9-year old girls aren't supposed to know how to kiss that way. Where did you learn it?" "From mummy and daddy." "Really?" "Yes," she said, simply. "They called it French kissing. It was lovely." "Your daddy and mummy French kissed with you? Both of them?" Y...y...yes." "When?" All of a sudden she turned nervous. "I . er . er . just . er . I don't r-r-really remember." My heart was beating madly now. "You can tell me, darling." "I . I . don't remember." She pulled away from me slightly and stiffened in the darkness. "Did you like it when they kissed you like that?" She gave a little sob. "Yes. I loved my daddy and mummy. I miss them." I pulled her closer again and kissed her gently on the forehead. "That's all right, lover. I understand. I'm here for you. I love you, believe me. I love you very much. More than anyone else in the world." She relaxed a fraction and I kissed her forehead again, very gently, at the same time stroking her soft hair. "Tell me, sweetheart, when did daddy and mummy kiss you like that? All the time? It's all right. You can tell me." "No. Just when ..." She stopped suddenly again. "Daddy told me I mustn't ever say anything to anyone." "Say anything about what?" "I . I . don't know." Now I gently stroked the hair falling across the back of her neck. "You can tell me, Mandy. I love you. I want to be your daddy now." And that was true. I did. More than anything in the world. "He . er . he . said I mustn't ever say anything about our family." "Why did he tell you never to say anything?" Suddenly it was if a gate had opened for her. "Because he said people wouldn't understand," she said, in a rush. "He said we were not like other families and that he could get into trouble. Big trouble. He said that he and mummy could go to prison." I could hardly breathe. I needed to find out more. "Don't worry, darling. I understand. You can trust me completely." And I was beginning to understand. It seemed almost too amazing to be true. "Tell me, did you used to sleep in the bed with your mummy and daddy?" I asked, gently. "Like we're doing now? You can trust me sweetheart. I love you." She sighed and relaxed some more, as though it was a relief to tell someone."Yes," she said, simply. "I used to sleep with them all the time. And we all kissed like that when we were in bed. Daddy said it was a sign of our love. We loved each other." "Did you all wear nightclothes when you slept with mummy and daddy? Like we're doing now?" "Sometimes. Mainly when it was cold." "But other times you were naked when you slept with them?" "Yes," she said, simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "When you were in the bed with your mummy and daddy did they ... did they ... did they do things together?" "What do you mean?" "Did they ... er ... make love?" "Do you mean, did they fuck?" Her use of that word startled me. It seemed so strange coming out of a young girl's mouth. But incredibly erotic, too. "Yes," I said. "Did daddy and mummy fuck while you were in bed with them?" "Yes. Of course." She sounded a little surprised. "They loved each other." "When did you start sleeping with them like that?" I felt her shrug slightly, lying next to me. "I don't know. We always did it. Mummy and daddy said it was natural, and loving. But they said other people wouldn't understand. That's why I wasn't to tell anyone. Ever." "I understand, darling," I whispered. "Did you like being with them like that?" She raised herself on to one elbow slightly, and I could almost feel her indignation. "Of course! I keep telling you! We all loved each other. It was natural." Then I hardly dared ask the next question. "Did your daddy ..." I hesitated a moment, it seemed such a strong word to use with her. But she'd used it first. "... did your daddy fuck you? Like he did with mummy?" "No." I felt her give a little shrug. "He said I was too young. But we used to do other lover things. He said, one day, when I was older, when I was ready for him, and if I wanted him to, then he'd fuck me." "And would you have let him?" "Of course." She sighed and snuggled a bit closer to me. "I loved him. I wanted to love him like mummy did. He was the handomest man in the world." Now my heart was thundering in my chest. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. This smart, pretty, vivacious little girl had a life I knew nothing about. She'd had experiences that I would never have guessed in a million years. My mouth was dry. I raised myself on one elbow and switched on the bedside light again. I wanted to see her face as we talked. She blinked in surprise. "Why did you do that?" "I want to see you, darling. You're so beautiful. And I'm falling more and more in love with you." My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst. "Mandy, darling, tell me. Am I as handsome as your daddy?" "She giggled and blushed a fraction. "Yes." I didn't know if I should ask the next question: it may cause her so much pain that this whole budding relationship would come crashing down. But I couldn't stop myself. "Would you like me to be your new daddy?" She looked at me silently and I thought that, by offering to replace her deceased father, I'd blown it all. But I was wrong. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again. "Oh yes!" she said. "I've been dreaming about that. Even before we started my project. I used to watch you in school and I wished you could be my new daddy. We've even got the same name." She blushed again and glanced away. "I was in love with you. I wanted to do my project work with you. Not with any of the other teachers. I was so happy when you chose me." Then she giggled and gave me a little hug. "But you've already said you're my daddy today." "What? When did I say that?" "When we were downstairs at the desk, earlier on. You said I was your daughter. That made me feel all funny in my tummy. I loved you even more when you said that." "So you did hear." I smiled. "It made me feel funny, too, when they said it." I pulled her close and kissed her again. "I wanted you to be my little girl. I wanted you as a daughter, so much." I stroked her hair gently. I could hardly speak and my heart was racing again. "You are beautiful. And clever. My perfect daughter. I want you now. Shall we sleep together like a loving daddy and daughter, tonight?" I asked. "You mean ..." she giggled again, "... you mean .?" "Will you sleep naked with your new daddy tonight, baby?" She gave me a swift smile. "Yes, daddy," she said. "Of course." She sat up in bed and, in one fluid movement, pulled her pink nightie off over her head and dropped it on the floor. My breath caught in my throat. She sat on the bed, in the soft glow from the bedside lamp, in nothing but a small pair of pink cotton panties, still completely flat-chested, but with perky little nipples standing up like minute buttons from her tiny brown aureoles. She was unutterably beautiful. With trembling fingers I unbuttoned my pyjama jacket as fast as I could and shrugged it off. Then I reached forward, pulled this sexy little girl into my arms and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, running my hands up and down her naked back, down under the waistband of her panties at the back and on to her tight little buttocks. She responded eagerly, pressing her naked chest against me and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. "I love you daddy," she whispered again. My cock was harder than it had ever been before. And now I wasn't worried if she felt its hardness. I pulled away from her lips briefly. "Let me take your panties off, baby," I whispered. "Daddy wants his little angel completely naked." She giggled again, lay back on the bed and looked up at me with shining eyes. I paused for a second, my heart racing. Fantasy was turning into reality so fast I could barely believe it. I knelt beside her, reached down, took hold of the elasticated waistband of her little pink panties and slid them down over her hips. She didn't resist. She pulled her knees up a fraction, placed the soles of her feet on the bed and raised her bottom a little way so I could slip them down more easily. I pulled her panties down over her thighs, she wriggled them off her ankles then stretched out in front of me - legs together with her soft smooth little slit peeping out at me. Love shone in her eyes. I hurriedly fumbled at the waistband of my pyjama pants, undid the drawstring and wriggled out of them too. She breathed in sharply as my cock sprang up, harder than I had ever known it before. "Oh daddy," she whispered. "I've missed you so much." I lay down beside her, took her in my arms, pulled her close and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. She moaned slightly, pressed herself against me harder and thrust her tongue into my mouth again. Now I was pressing my cock against against her bare, slim thigh. I placed my hand on her flat little belly and began to caress her gently. She didn't pull away or tense up. She sighed with pleasure and kissed me harder. So I slid my hand lower to her soft, rounded Mound of Venus, and found her smooth, naked little slit, peeping out from between her legs. As I gently caressed it she rolled sideways a fraction, and still holding on to me and kissing, spread her little legs wider giving me full access. I slid my finger along the length of her deliciously naked fold of skin, and then back again, massaging gently. She pulled away from my lips a fraction and sighed. "That's so beautiful. I love you so much, daddy." "Hold daddy's cock, baby," I whispered, barely able to speak. I didn't need to tell her what to do. She reached down and took hold of my throbbing penis, wrapping her little fingers around its shaft as far as they would go. Her touch was electric and my heart was thundering fit to burst. "Now rub daddy's cock, angel," I whispered. "Make daddy happy." She gripped a little harder and began stroking my erection, up and down, up and down. She obviously done this before, and it didn't take long. After a few of her strokes I came. I rolled away from her, arched my back, and ejaculated great spurts of semen, hot, violent and explosive. Calling out her beautiful name, I shot what seemed gallons of my seed over her hand and up my stomach, with some even landing on my face. "Mandy! Mandy! Mandy! Oh darling, darling, darling. You are beautiful!" I had never been so much in love. I was in the throes of the greatest pleasure I had ever known. I have been with quite a few other women in my life, but no one like this. It was the most intensely erotic experience I have ever had. The next thing I knew, Mandy had rolled on top of me and was kissing me passionately. My stomach was wet with my semen, but she didn't seem to mind at all. She squished it between our bellies as she kissed me and kissed me. "Did I make you happy, daddy?" She giggled again. "You made lots and lots of your love cream for me." "Oh, darling." I returned her kisses passionately, sliding my hands down her back to her tight little buttocks and pressing her naked body against mine. "Love cream? Is that what you call it?" "Yes. Daddies make their love cream and mummies make theirs too. It shows how much they are in love. And one day I'll be old enough to make some." She sighed. "When that happens I want my cream to be for you." I sighed with pleasure. "You've already made me the happiest man in the world, baby." I slid one hand down lower, between her legs, found her smooth, naked little slit again and began to stroke it up and down. "You are the sexiest little girl in the world." "I love you daddy," she whispered and spread her little legs a fraction so that my finger slipped into her slit. In between the soft, smooth fold of skin I felt a tiny, hard bump. I caressed it and she sighed softly, "Ooooooh daddy!" "Do you like that, angel?" I whispered. "Mmmmmmmmm yes, daddy." Suddenly she rolled off, and on to her back on the bed beside me, spreading her little legs wider. "I love it when you do that. Rub me there some more, daddy." I wet my finger in my 'love cream', still squished on her belly, slid my hand down to her mound of venus, found her slit again and slid my finger between those soft, smooth naked lips. She had now spread her legs wider it was easy to slide into her nakedness. "Oh daddy!" she sighed when I found the tiny hard budof her clitoris nestling in its smooth fold of skin. "I love you." She arched her back a fraction and I gently began caressing it. I slid my finger downwards a fraction, found the entrance to her soft, tight little vagina, then slipped up to her clitoris again. I felt an overwhelming desire to slide my finger deep into her love passage, but I didn't know if that had ever been done before. If she was still a virgin, with an intact hymen, it would hurt her and spoil the moment. I didn't want to risk it. As I gently caressed her tiny clitoris she began working her hips up and down, pushing against my finger. "Oh, daddy. I've missed you," she moaned softly. "Kiss my little cunny, Daddy. Lick my pussy." I caught my breath again. "Did your first daddy used to do that to you?" "Oh yes," she whispered. "Him and mummy. They both did it. It was beautiful. Will you do it?" I needed no further encouragement. I kissed her gently, down through the soft scented hair at the side of her neck, over and around her bare shoulders and down to her flat little chest. I circled each tiny nipple with gentle kisses, then took one in my mouth and sucked. Its petite bead grew hard, and she sighed deeply as I sucked and caressed it with my tongue while pulling her on to me with my hand around her back. Then I continued on kissing downwards, lingering briefly to thrust my tongue into her belly button. She wriggled and giggled briefly when I did that. Her reaction just confirmed for me how much we were in love. Then I continued kissing lower ... over her taut, flat belly ... over the faint indentatons still remaining from the elastic waistband of her pink cotton panties, which just emphasised her nakedness, down, down into forbidden territory. Her bald Mound of Venus. She sighed with pleasure once more as I trailed my kisses on to her hairless mons and there, lying before me was her smooth, little slit, peeping out from between her thighs. As I pressed my lips against that naked and gorgeous fold of skin I thought I heard her whisper, "Ooooh Daddy!" But I was too excited to be sure. As I buried my face in her hairless pussy her scent was intoxicating. I gently pushed my tongue into that soft fold and tasted her sweetness. Up until now I had only ever fantasised about such incredible intimacy. I don't deny those were my fantasies. I'm a paedophile. Paedophile as in 'lover of little girls'. Not as in 'monster', 'rapist' or 'torturer'. I wanted none of that evil stuff. I dreamed of truly consensual and loving sex with a pre-pubescent girl. And the dream used to arouse me enormously. Now it coming true I was aroused a thousand times more. Mandy sighed deeply again and spread her little legs wider. I took hold of her hips, pulled her against me, burying my face in the soft, fragrant beauty of her naked little cunt. I ran my tongue up and down, and found her tiny clitoris and the tight little entrance to her vagina. As I pushed my tongue as far as I could into her vagina she trembled. "Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, softly. I realised that his wasn't the first time this little angel had had this done to her. Then I pulled back fractionally, placed my thumbs on either side of her bald little pussy slit and gently parted them. The hood of her clitoris pulled back and her beautiful pink little love-button emerged from under it. She wasn't old enough to be making any of her own 'love cream' yet, but her clitoris was slick with my saliva. I gazed at its beauty for a moment, then leaned forward and licked it again and again and again. "Ooooooooh!" Mandy cried, louder this time. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Daddy! That's beautiful. Don't stop!" I licked her petite clitoris faster, and she began flexing her hips, pushing her pussy harder into my face.”Oh! Oh! Oh!” I slipped my tongue down a fraction lower, pushed it into her tight little vagina, then flicked back up to her clitoris again. I began alternating between clitoris and vagina. I was lubricating her vagina with my tongue so, each thrust took me a little deeper until I was entering her as far as my tongue would reach. As I did so she bucked harder and harder, moaning frantically until, with one last heaving thrust of her bare little cunt against my face she arched her back and cried out, "Daddy! Daddy!" Then she relaxed, sinking back on to her pillow, panting. "Oh Daddy!" she gasped with a massive sigh. "I love you so much." It was the most amazingly beautiful and erotic experience I had ever had. Giving a loving 9-year old girl a massive orgasm. A dry one. But an orgasm! I wriggled back up the bed and took Mandy in my arms. "I love you, Mandy." I whispered. "I love you too," she softly replied as I pulled her close. Then she began kissing me passionately. "I love you so much. More than anyone in the world." I pulled her close, stroked her hair, caressed her back, and we lay there together, deeply in love, until we fell asleep in each others' arms - a 9-year old girl and a 30-something man, consumed by their passion. Aquarius December 2016 (To be continued) ----oOo----