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 New Story: Lyle and the Wedding

   Story Codes: Sex, Mff(10), cons, 1st, Lolita, ped, rom.

   "Lyle and the Wedding" is a fictional story written by Frenchie.  This
story is entirely fictional and is not in any way real, suggested or
connected to anyone real at any time or place.  Nor does this story mean
that the author condones the actions of the characters in this story...The
story is pure fiction and fantasy and nothing more.

   "Lyle and the Wedding" is the story of a young man who meets a little
girl at his sister's wedding and falls in love with her.  He is asked to
baby sit with her and is seduced by she and a friend of hers.

   If you are not 18 years of age or older, please leave now.  If sex
between adult male and underage girls is not your cup of tea, please leave
now.  Otherwise, stay and enjoy the party.  Enjoy, Frenchie.



   Lyle and the Wedding

   By

   Frenchie

   Our story begins in Holly Grove, Pennsylvania at the church where Joann
Pettigrew was getting married to Mark Johnson and Lyle was asked to be the
best man.  It was the first rehearsal at the church on Mulberry Street,
where the actual wedding was to take place.  People started arriving about
1:40 in the afternoon along with Lyle and his sister, the bride to be.  Mom
was in charge of everything, as usual, so Lyle just stood around until he
was told to do something.  He thought weddings were the most boring
ceremonies conceived by man and woman.  I threw "woman" in there because,
no man in his right mind would think of such a thing.
By 2 o'clock everybody had arrived and mom addressed the group and
explained what we were going to do.  She called out the names of the
participants and put them in groups and they sat together in their

particular group.

   Lyle and a 9 year old girl, who was a flower girl, were seated together.
She had a pretty little face with short dark black hair, curled up at the
end and was about 4 feet tall and wore kaki pants with a white blouse and
tan shoes and a cute little maroon hat; Lyle's gaze was fixed on the sweet
little angel sitting next to him.  He couldn't help but scan down, every
now and then to look at her.  He was transfixed by her beauty.

   The little girl looked up at him and asked.  "What's your name?"

   The abruptness of the question from this beautiful angel shocked Lyle
into temporary lockjaw.  He blinked and looked around and stammered,
"Who... me?"

   The little girl giggled.  "Why, yeah," she said.

   "I'm Lyle... Pettigrew."

   "You must be related to Joann." The little girl reasoned.

   "Yeah, I'm her older brother." He said, a little more composed.  "And,
what's your name?"

   "Holly Woods," she replied.  "And I'm in the 4th grade."

   "That's a very pretty name and you're a very pretty little girl." Lyle
said, with more confidence.  `Gawd, she's beautiful.' He thought.  "How old
are you?"

   She blushed and said, "I'm 9 and a half and I'm in the 4th grade and I
like you."

   "Why thank you, I like you too.  I'm 25 years old, in case you're
wondering"

   "Are you old enough to be my uncle?  Holly asked.

   "I guess so.  Don't you have any uncles?  Lyle asked.

   "Not even one." The little girl said.  "Would you be my uncle?"

   "Well, I don't know." He said, quizzically.  "What does it involve?"

   Lyle's mother announced that the practice would start in a few moments,
so please be quiet and no discussions, so that rehearsal could run smoothly
and everyone could be out of the church by 4 o'clock.  Then, she called the
people who would start off the wedding and they gathered up the isle and so
forth.

   The rehearsal lasted a little longer than expected, finishing about
4:15. Everyone left, except Holly and her mother, who grabbed Lyle, just as
he was going out the front door of the church.

   "Mr.  Lyle," someone called from behind him.

   He looked around and saw Holly and a woman coming toward him.  What had
he done?  He had just talked to the girl, nothing more, though he thought
that he would like to do something more.  They caught up to him at the
door.

   Holly spoke.  "You didn't answer my question..."

   The woman interrupted.  "You're Lyle Pettigrew, Joann's brother?"

   "Yes mam."

   "I'm Sara Woods, Holly's mother."

   "Are you going to be my uncle?" Holly demanded.  "I want you to be my
uncle Lyle."

   "I'm sorry Lyle, but my little girl can be a pain, when she wants to
be." Sara said.  "She is usually a well behaved child."

   "No.  No, it's all right.  The practice started before I could answer
her and mom wouldn't want us to hold a conversation while she was running
the rehearsal." Lyle explained.  "And, quite frankly, I forgot that you
asked me, Holly." He said, looking at the little girl.

   "Well, are you?  Please?  Huh?" She asked.

   "Well, sure, since you don't have an uncle and if your mother approves,
I'll be your uncle."

   "I don't see why not." Holly's mother said.  "I don't have any brothers
and my late husband didn't either and we don't have any male influences in
our family; it's just the two of us."

   "That settles it then," Lyle said, putting his hand on Holly's shoulder.
"I'll be your Uncle Lyle."

   The little girl was so excited that she faced Lyle, held up her arms and
begged to be picked up, so she could hug him, which they did.  Holly
weighed only about 65 pounds, so she was easy to lift up and she hugged him
around his neck and nestled to him in an embrace and Lyle enjoyed holding
the young girl to him, feeling her weight under her butt.  It was a new
feeling, comfortable and warm.  The aroma of her body and her hair thrilled
Lyle and stirred feelings from within.  He held Holly for a while enjoying
its intoxication.

   Holly's mother broke the magic spell.  "Would you like to go to Harvey's
for dinner?" She asked.  "Holly and I are starved, we didn't have lunch,
with the rehearsal and everything."

   This was the second time today that Lyle was speechless, but Holly
wasn't.  Turning to face her mother, she asked.  "Yes and could I sit by
Uncle Lyle and get a banana split?"

   Lyle woke from his trance and let the little girl down, slowly.

   "Why, yes." He said, "That would be nice."

   "Oh, goodie." Holly said as she jumped up and down.  "And could ride
with Uncle Lyle?"

   Sara said it was alright.

   Holly held Lyle's hand as they walked to his car.  Lyle opened the door
for Holly and she climbed in.  Then he walked around to the drivers side
and got in.  Holly had scooted over so that she was right next to him when
he got in and sat close to him all the way to the restaurant and sat next
to him all during the meal.  Lyle was in heaven.  This beautiful creature
was his shadow and he loved it.  He couldn't get over how beautiful she
was.

   Lyle and Ms.  Woods chatted and got to know each other while Holly
demanded most of the attention.  Lyle didn't want the meal to end, so he
kept asking questions about the two of them.

   At the next and final rehearsal, Holly introduced Lyle to one of her
schoolmates.  Beverly Ann, who also was a flower girl at his sister's
wedding.  She was a cute little girl, with long blonde hair and sparkling
blue eyes, but nothing of the caliber as Holly.  She and Holly talked
together a lot during rehearsal and had to be reminded, there was no
talking.  They apologized and were quiet for the rest of rehearsal.

   Over the next several months, Lyle became a fixture at the Woods
residence; Lyle ate supper at least 5 nights out of the week at their house
and he helped Holly with her homework, almost every night; Lyle and Holly
were a big part of Joann's wedding and Holly's 10th birthday was coming up,
so she was excited about that.  Sara and Lyle planned an exciting, fun
party and invited all of Holly's friends.

   Holly looked like a princess in her shape hugging dress and proper,
up-do, hair-do with make-up; lipstick and eyeliner, with a radiant smile
that just melted Lyle into a weak powder puff of a man; she looked so
mature and grown-up, seemingly overnight, that Lyle had to remind himself,
she was only 10 years old.

   The party was a great success and she had a lot of fun; they played
games, sang songs, had cake and ice cream and she received many beautiful
presents.  When everyone had left, Lyle and Sara sat on the front porch
swing and breathed a sigh of relief, while Holly modeled some of her
presents.

   The phone rang, so Sara went inside to answer it, leaving Lyle sitting
on the swing, alone and Holly doing her thing.

   "OK, my sister is married and you're officially 10 years old," Lyle said
with a smile.  "I was there for both of you, now what do I get?"

   Holly twirled across the porch, and plopped down right in Lyle's arms
with her head looking up, into his eyes.  She raised herself, putting her
arms around his neck and slowly opened her mouth, giving him a French kiss.
Lyle was startled, but put his arms around her and kissed the preteen back.
He felt very weak and his heart beat became irregular.  She nestled closer
to him and renewed her efforts to really kiss him deeply.

   Though he didn't really want to, Lyle weakly pushed her away.  She
resisted.

   "Come on," he whispered, urgently.  "Let's go inside and watch TV, or
something.

   Holly and Lyle went inside and sat on the couch.  Holly persisted.

   "Your mother will be coming back soon." He said, sternly.

   "No she won't," Holly protested.  "Now kiss me right."

   They embraced and kissed deeply, the way Holly wanted, until Lyle
finally said.

   "Now stop it!  You're going to get me into trouble."

   Holly giggled and stood up.

   "Do you want to ruin everything?" He asked, in a hushed voice.  "Just
because you're older, doesn't mean you can't go around breaking the rules.
You still have to behave yourself.  Now come here and sit down beside me."

   She did as she was told as her mother, slowly walked into the room.

   "Why do these things always happen when everything is going so well?"
Sara asked.

   "What happened mommy?"

   "You're grandmother is sick and her neighbor thinks I should be with
her. She says it doesn't look good."

   "Oh boy," Holly said , gleefully.  "I could get out of school and go
with you."

   "No, that's the problem." Her mother retorted.  "You've missed enough
school already and you're not missing more."

   "Well, I could stay here.  After all, I am ten years old, now."

   "Don't be foolish." Sara explained.  "Who's going to get you up to go to
school and take you to school, and fix you something to eat?"

   All the while, Lyle listened to the conversation, intently and was
praying that one of them would suggest the obvious, 'For me to stay with
Holly while Sara takes care of her mom'.

   Sara sat down on the couch next to Holly and as she sat down, Lyle got
up, drawing attention to him.

   Sara looked at Lyle and thought and after a while, said.  "Do you think
you could take care of Holly for a few days?"

   'Bingo!' Lyle thought.  "Well, I guess I could, but she would be alone
until I got off from work, about an hour or so."

   "Would you do that for us?" Sara asked.  "I won't stay any longer than
my mother needs me."

   "I guess so, but you'll have to leave money for food."

   Holly ran over to Lyle and hugged him.  "Oh, thank you, Uncle Lyle.  I
promise I'll be good."

   "Good." Sara said.  "Honey, come help momma pack.  I can get there in a
few of hours.  I'll call Mrs.  Grayson and tell her I'm coming"

   Sara, with the help of Holly, packed her suitcases in about a half hour
and she left a hundred dollars for food and necessities for Holly and gave
her and Lyle instructions and left for her mother's house.

   "Drive carefully." Lyle said.

   "Call us when you get there." Cried Holly.

   "Be good.  I love you." Sara said, as she drove off.

   Lyle and Holly drove to his house to get his morning toiletries and a
change of clothes for work and returned.  On the way there and back, Holly
sat close to Lyle and rode with her hand on his leg, slowly rubbing back
and forth.  Naturally, Lyle became aroused and started breathing hard.

   Still in her sheath dress and make-up with her head against Lyle's
chest, made his head spin.  'Could this be real?" He thought.  'Am I
dreaming?  She smells so sexy.'

   He parked the car on the street in front of their house and turned
toward Holly and put his arm around her and kissed her passionately.  She
rubbed his leg vigorously and kissed him back, powerfully.  They began to
breathe hard as they kissed and made-out on the cramped front seat.  His
prick was about to explode through his pants, it was so big and hard.

   They petted a while and finally went inside, arm in arm, like the lovers
they were.  Lyle put his clothes and toiletries on the couch and Holly
excused herself to go to the bathroom.

   "How would you like to take a shower, together?" He called.

   "Oh, yes.  I'd like that." She called back.

   "I'll be right in."

   He walked into the bathroom just wiping herself and told her.  "You get
undressed while I fix the water, then I'll undress."

   They undressed and got into the shower.  Her little body was heavenly,
with soft, smooth skin, loosing her baby fat and getting nice preteen
shape; she was so cute and sexy.  His prick had grown magnificently.

   "I love you, Holly." He said, softly.

   "I love you too, Lyle." And she reached up to be held.

   He picked his love up and held her close.  She put her head on his
shoulder and dreamed a beautiful dream in his strong arms.  He moved to
under the shower, as the water trickled all around them bathing them in
warm, soft water.

   He put her down and took a towel and the soap and began washing his
little girl.  Something, that ordinarily, he could not do.  His member had
grown to it's fullest and it rubbed against Holly's thigh as he washed her
little body.  She felt it and picked it up holding it in her hand.  Her
little fingers were too short to go all the way around it.  She rubbed it
and played with it to Lyle's delight, while he gently washed her luscious
little body.  Lyle showed her how to manipulate his penis to it's best
advantage and she caught on in a hurry, being a bright girl.

   Then, he laid down on the floor of the shower and put her on his stomach
and he held her as her pussy was pressed against his prick.  He moved her
up and down over his fully grown member strategically placing it between
her legs.  They both enjoyed the feelings and Holly was visibly aroused. 
She began breathing heavily, pressing her pelvis into his; pressing against
his huge cock.

   Their actions were going to bring Lyle to a climax pretty soon, so he
stopped and said.

   "OK, let's dry ourselves off and get dressed for bed.  OK?"

   He towel dried Holly and sent her away.  He almost jerked off, because
of what just happened, but decided to wait to see what was in store.  He
dried himself, then went to the living room and put his pajamas on,
thinking about the feelings he had bathing Holly.  After he finished
dressing, he put on a dash of cologne, then turned around to go to her
bedroom.  He looked up to see her standing in the doorway with a white,
baby-doll negligee on, looking like a million dollars.  His heart jumped.

   "Oh my gawd." He said, long and slow.  "You are absolutely stunning."

   "Do you like it." She said as she spun around and danced toward him,
falling into his arms.  He caught her, wrapping his arms around her and
pulled her up to him.  Their lips met and they kissed with renewed vigor.
She was all soft and sexy in the white nylon negligee and he felt her up
and down her little body and she resisted, pushing her body against his
traveling hands; magnifying the effect.

   He rubbed her stomach through the filmy slippery, fabric and she cooed.
He ventured down toward her legs, but didn't get that far, because there
was a mound in the way.  He felt around the mound, which aroused him more
and heightened her awareness.  He felt the mound and enclosed it in his
hand and squeezed it tightly.  She almost had an orgasm.  She had lost her
breath and was breathing erratically.

   'What a time to have to pee.' He thought.  "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I
have to pee." He said.

   "I'll go with you." She said, matter-of-factly.

   And they got up and walked arm in arm to the bathroom, where he pulled
his swollen penis from his pajama pants.

   "Oh my gawd." She cried.  "How long is it?"

   The pee started to flow out and he said, "About seven or eight inches, I
would imagine, though I've never measured it."

   "Wait here.  I'll be right back." And she left him peeing.

   He finished peeing as she returned with her mother's tape measure and
they walked back to the couch and resumed making-out.  Soon his prick was
fully extended, so she went down to measure it.

   "Seven and a half inches long, from the bottom to the top." She
reported. "And it's five and a half inches around.  Wow.  And you put that
in a girl?"

   "Yes." He said, reluctantly.

   "Doesn't it hurt?"

   "No."

   "Would you put it in me?"

   "I'm afraid not, sweetheart.  You're much to young for that."

   "But some of the girls at my school do it with their fathers and uncles.
They tell us how good it feels." Holly said.

   "You mean 10 year old girls get fucked... eh, have sex with their
fathers?" Lyle asked.

   "Most of them like it, but there's a few that don't.  Sylvia's daddy has
one that's 10 inches long and big around and it hurts when they do it. 
But, Joyce tells us every time they do it, because she likes it.  Her dad
has a little one."

   "That's hard to believe." Lyle said, having heard such stories about
incest, but never first hand.

   "I'm sure you wouldn't hurt me."

   Lyle couldn't believe that Holly was planning that he was going to fuck
her.  His prick had been oozing oil before, but when she said that, it
gushed out and he became weak.

   She put her arms around him and kissed him hard and said, "Let's go to
my bed and be comfortable."

   Lyle turned the lights off and they went to Holly's bedroom.

   The bed was the size of a twin canopy bed with fringe around the edges
and pink flowers on a white background.  Her little dresser with all of her
"girl goodies" was over on the right with posters of rock stars all over
the walls.  Her TV was across the room at the foot of the bed and the sweet
odor of a beautiful little girl, permeated the air.

   She turned on the lamp on the nightstand by the bed and Lyle took the
hint to turn off the overhead light.  She sat on the bed in her pretty
nightgown and Lyle could hardly believe how deliciously good she looked. 
He sat beside her and put his arms around her shoulders and bent down to
kiss her.

   He rubbed her little belly through the fabric of the negligee and she
laid back, making it all the more, accessible.  It felt really good,
causing the feelings in her groin grow and she started to moan.

   Lyle's penis had grown to huge proportions and the love juice it was
expelling had soaked through his pajamas.  He too, began moaning.

   Ring... ring... ring... the doorbell rang.

   They stopped making love and sat still, listening.

   Luckily for Lyle, be hadn't taken his clothes off.  He told Holly to be
quiet and he would see who was at the door.  He put his slippers on and
walked to the door, turning the porch light on, so he could see who was
there.  He pulled the curtains aside to see Beverly Ann.

   He opened the door, saying, "Holly has just gone to bed.  Could you come
back tomorrow?"

   "I want to borrow her math book if she's not using it." Beverly said.

   "Wait just a moment," Lyle said as he closed the door a little.  "I'll
see if she's not asleep, yet."

   As he turned and was about to go to the bedroom, there was Holly coming
into the living room in her nightgown.  'Oh my gawd, she is so sexy.' He
thought.

   "It's Beverly.  She wants to borrow your math book."

   Holly opened the door and invited her friend in.  Beverly came in and
looked around and saw all the lights were out.

   Lyle's hopes for an evening alone with Holly were soon fading, so he sat
down and pulled a magazine off of the coffee table and started to read.

   "Is your mom in bed already?" Beverly asked.

   "No.  She's going to Pittsburg to see about my sick grandmother." Holly
answered.

   "Are you going to spend the night with Holly?" Beverly asked, looking at
Lyle.

   "Yes, I'm going to sleep in the couch." Lyle lied.

   "Too bad you're not going to sleep with her.  She looks real sexy in
that nightgown.  You two could have some fun." Beverly said, smiling. 
"When my uncle stays with us, he sleeps with me and we make out."

   "You make out with your uncle?" Lyle asked.  "What do your parents say?"

   "Nothing.  They think we just go to sleep."

   "We're going to sleep together tonight." Holly asked.  "Aren't we?"

   "I wasn't planning on it." Lyle said, seriously.  "You have to go to
school and I have to go to work.  Remember?"

   "Why don't I ask my mother if I can stay over tonight and we could have
some fun." Beverly suggested.

   Holly looked at Lyle and he looked at her and Beverly, without an answer
said, "I'm going to ask my mom.  I'll be right back."

   Lyle told Holly that he didn't like the idea, because something could go
wrong and he could get into a lot of trouble if something did.  But she
assured him that nothing would go wrong because she was one of her friends
who did like to make out with their parents.

   Soon, Beverly was back with her overnight bag and the two girls went
into Holly's bedroom.  Lyle figured that he had been had, so he read some
more of the magazine.

   The two girls got dressed in sexy nightgowns and appeared in the
doorway. The sight unnerved Lyle.  He immediately started to get a hard on.
Beverly was a little taller than Holly, but other than that they were two
beautiful 10 year old children.  Holly turned out the light and they both
went over and sat next to Lyle.

   "Take your pajamas off." Beverly instructed.

   "What are you girls up to?" He demanded.

   "Just do it." Beverly said.

   He stood up and took his pajamas of and sat down.  The two girls sat on
each side of him, still dressed in their silky, nylon nightgowns.  Beverly
was running the show.

   "Now, you play with Holly's box, while I explore your equipment." She
said, bending over to take a good look.

   "What's her "box?" He asked.

   "Her pussy.  Her cunt.  You know, her box."

   The two girls giggled.

   At last he was going to feel her privates and play with her.

   Beverly took his penis in hand and started stroking it up and down. 
"It's beautiful." She said.

   Lyle nearly blew his wad right then, but Beverly seemed to be
experienced enough to not let that happen, so she backed off, a little. 
Holly's pussy was soft and very wet with her love juices and he wanted to
taste her, so he bent down, not to impede Beverly and positioned himself
looking right at Holly's pussy.

   'Oh, how beautiful.' He thought.  He rubbed her Mons, which were soaking
wet, making circles with his fingers and slipping his finger inside her
virgin pussy, every so often.  She would whimper softly when he did.

   'Gawd, I can't last much longer.' He thought.

   Holly was tensing up as she was about to have her first orgasm.  Her
legs went stiff and she was breathing heavy.  Lyle rubbed her, almost non
existent, clit as best he could; it was so small, which increased her
pleasure.  The thought of her having her first orgasm, overwhelmed Lyle and
as soon as she screamed, his climax began and he squirted jism all over
everything.

   "Oh... awe... iyee..." Holly screamed at the top of her lungs.

   Lyle kept on squirting out gob after gob of baby making serum all over
the bed and the girl's nightgowns.

   He and she were breathless after their magnificent climaxes.

   Beverly was out of breath, too, seeing the action first-hand was as
exciting as if she had had an orgasm herself, but she was confident she
would have one or more as the evening wore on.

   They cleaned up as best they could and the girls took their nightgowns
off, they were hit the worst.  The bed was just a matter of a towel to soak
up the jism that had made it to the sheet.  Seeing little Holly moving
around nude was wrecking Lyle's psyche and he was hard in no time.

   Beverly seeing this, made her play by knocking Lyle over on his back and
straddling him as soon as he was down.

   "I want to try a little bit of you on, sweetheart." The 10 year old
said.

   "What me?" He said, incredulously.  "Now?"

   "Yeah.  I want some of your sausage in my bun, and I don't mean my bum."
She said, authoritatively.  "And, I don't mean, some... I mean all of it."

   Hearing her talk that was, turned Lyle on, but, in reality, he really
wanted to get at Holly, but maybe this was the way it should come down; she
could get some experience watching he and Beverly get it on, then she would
have some idea what it would be like.

   "All right, sister." He said grabbing her by the waste and jugging his
fingers in her sides and tickling her.  "You're gonna get stuffed to the
max.  And, what you saw a little while ago, was just a sample of what's
going to be deposited up your cunt."

   His prick was almost inside of Beverly, the way she was sitting, but
when they started to put it in, it popped right in.

   'Whether it's her father or her uncle doing her, they've done a good job
of breaking her in.' He thought.  Her pussy was so smooth and silky that it
felt as if he were jerking off with a Silk glove.

   She laid forward, forcing more of his prick into her pussy, moving up
and down the length of his prick.  She moaned.

   Holly watched in awe as her friend was getting fucked.  Holly was a
virgin and didn't really know what to expect, but what she saw gave her
hope that it would be a fantastic experience.

   Lyle moaned approval and they fucked with long, slow and deep
penetration.

   "Oh my gawd," Beverly voiced.  "This feels so good.  I'm in heaven."

   Holly was playing with herself and when she heard that and love juices
started flowing out of her pussy, so she leaned over to kiss Lyle.  He was
concentrating on fucking Beverly and forgot what he was thinking, but by
the time he regained control, he was in the throws of another orgasm.

   "Oh gawd.  I'm cuming!" He said and started shooting his hot sperm into
Beverly by the gobs and almost choking Holly with his tongue.  She made
every effort to thwart this by sucking on his tongue, vigorously.

   Beverly pulled out all the stops and tightened her legs around is
driving penis and reached for an orgasm, which soon came, jerking her body
and taking her breath away.  She collapsed on Lyle, who was weak and out of
breath and breathing heavily.  Holly, redoubled her efforts with the
thought that she was part of their two orgasms and she held Lyle's head
tight in her arms.

   There was little to clean up this time, because ninety-nine percent of
Lyle's cum was in Beverly, so they lay there breathing hard and recouping
their resources.

   Beverly was the first to stir and got up to go to the bathroom, so Holly
and Lyle cuddled and held each other.  Holly stroked his hair while he
rested on her shoulder.  Beverly returned and sprawled across the foot of
the bed to rest.

   Lyle's tool was about ready to the job he was there for.  No matter how
tired he was, it was going to get done, and done right.

   Both Lyle and Hollies pulses were up from normal as they felt each other
up, fondling and petting each others privates, kissing deep into the
others' mouth and being this close, without penetration.

   "Oh," Holly said, weakly.  "I love you Lyle."

   In a weak and soft voice Lyle whispered, "I love you to, sweetheart."

   Lyle, pushed Holly back, throwing her off balance and shifted his weight
over her, pinning her down, laying completely flat on top of her.  His
prick forcing against her stomach, not at her snatch, but above it, causing
her pain--she knew then how hard it was and he intended to insert it
forcefully, if need be, into her waiting, soaked pussy--and she knew it.

   She immediately moved herself around, getting as comfortable as
possible, in preparation of being manhandled by Lyle, who she thought, was
acting strange.

   Lyle moved off of the recumbent girl and wrapped his arms around her
butt, raising it and pulling it toward him, then he positioned his swollen
prick against her honey pot and pushed moderately hard, applying pressure
against the opening, all the while pulling her to him.

   As his prick was forced against her pussy lips, she gave a little
squeal. He backed off a little, then pushed forward again, pushing more of
his prick, past her pussy lips.

   By the time he had about 2 inches, comfortably nestled in her stretched
pussy, he stopped and asked.

   "Is it hurting you, sweetheart?"

   "No," she answered.

   He looked down at his angel, with his dick partially embedded in her
pussy and said.

   "I love you, Holly."

   Before she could answer, he launched another thrust of his saber at her
tender cunt.

   This time she screamed a little and he stopped for a second.  Then,
continuing with even and rhythmical strokes, in and out, gently making
small advances into where no man has ever been before.  Pretty soon, her
nose wrinkled, she mouthed a, "Hunh," when her hymen broke.  She flinched
and Lyle stopped again.  He waited a few seconds and started pumping again.
His prick was going in easily now and almost all of it was inside of her.

   He stopped and asked, "Does it hurt, sweetheart?"

   "Oh no.  It feels good.  It feels like I have a sausage in my belly."
She said, quietly.

   "I'm glad, sugar." He said, passionately.  "I want you to feel good."

   With that, he started pushing in and out, slowly and evenly.  He laid
his body over Holly and brought his arms to surround her sides, as if to
protect her from falling rocks and rhythmically pushed in and out, pleasing
his love.

   'Pleasing her?' He thought.  'Gawd, her pussy is so tight and it feels
so good to me.  I'm in heaven.'

   After a while, she was tiring and asked to change positions, to like the
way he and Beverly did it.

   "Yeah, and we can try a few other ways along the way, too." He said.

   He slowly turned, rolling off of her and sliding her around him, so that
she was facing away from him, at no time pulling his prick out of her.  She
spread her legs to give him access to her pussy and they began fucking
again.

   "Whoo..., I like this." She cooed.

   "Yeah, me too.  It's real easy." He said.

   He felt her breasts and rubbed her sides and belly, reaching down to her
clit, causing her all kinds of erotic reactions, and they fucked this way
for a while.

   "Oh, Lyle.  It feel so good."

   "I know, sweetheart.  Are you happy?"

   "Oh, yes."

   He put his head down and closed his eyes, while his prick slowly went in
and out of Holly.  It was paradise for the two lovers.  They fucked in
silence for about 20 minutes and he started getting tired.

   "Are you ready for another position?" He asked.

   Dreamily, she responded.  "Yeah, I guess so."

   "OK, two more positions come to mind.  One is where you get on my belly
and you do the work or I'll get on top of you, but you're facing the bed."
He said.  "Which would you like."

   "How about if I got on your belly and I fucked you for a while?"

   "That's fine with me." He said, and they rolled over, not letting his
plumbing get out of her.  "Now, you fuck as fast or as slow as you want."

   Holly was pleased to be in control and she resumed the in and out motion
for a while.  Then, she laid down over Lyle, as he did, and fucked him
slowly and evenly.

   Now, it was his turn to coo, "Oh my gawd, this feels so good.  I
wouldn't believe anything could feel so good." He said dreamily.  "You
really know how to please your man, Holly."

   "Because I love you."

   For about 15 minutes, everything was all right, but she started moving
faster and they both were getting to the point, where they wouldn't be able
to stop the onslaught of an orgasm.  Something little Holly was unaware of,
so Lyle held her on her sides to slow her down.

   "Be careful, honey.  You are going to make us cum." He said.

   "You don't want to cum?" She asked.

   "Not unless you want to."

   "I want you to shoot your cum inside of me, so I can feel what it's like
when you cum."

   "OK, if that's what you want, then keep on the way you're doing and it
won't be long."

   She moved back and forth, steadily, until they started breathing
heavily.

   "Oh, this feels really good." She softly mouthed.

   "Yeah, it's coming."

   He looked on the face of this beauty that he loved and was giving him
pleasure, beyond belief.  Her eyes were closed, enjoying the feelings that
were coursing through her body.  He held her tightly between his arms as
she propelled the two of them, ultimately to an earth shattering orgasm.

   "Ow... Oh..." She gasped.  "Iee... it hurts so good."

   Lyle was totally out of breath and the contractions were about to
strike, but Hollies hit first.  Her pussy spammed and closed tightly around
Lyle's prick, almost uprooting it from his body.  So tight, that, he
screamed.  "Ow.  Oh..." Causing his contractions to start and he began
squirting his red hot semen into her light little tunnel of love.  He held
her tightly as she kept moving back and forth.  Her pussy sucked, while his
prick shot his semen into her pussy.  Over and over, until they were
drained dry and limp, breathless souls, lying in each other's arms.

   As they lay there, she held him tightly and he snuggled to her, feeling
the afterglow of wonderful orgasms.  Not saying a word.