THE PRINCESS
By Pussywillow
M/g, b/g, Cons, Insc, Rom
Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains
depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing
bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the
beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you
enjoy.
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What if you were a young girl living way back in the seventeen hundreds and
your mother dies leaving you penniless, and you were soon evicted from your
small apartment?
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CHAPTER 1
As I looked at mother, I saw her lying on the bed with sweat pouring off
of her face while I heard her say, "I'm sorry Mary, I don't know how I got so
sick, but I do hope that I will get better soon."
I ran into the kitchen to wet some rags from the container of cool water
that we had there, and rushed back and applied them on mother's forehead. "Oh
that feels better Mary, but I seem to be burning up inside. Oh, I do hope that it
will go away soon."
I continued to apply the wet rags to mother's forehead throughout the
day, but then, I saw it was to no avail as I watched mother get more delirious
with the fever as the day wore on.
Finally, I heard her say, "Oh Mary, there are a few coins left over from
my wages to buy some food with. Please go tell Mr. Robinson at the inn that I
won't be coming to work this evening, but I do hope to make it tomorrow.
I rushed out of the small apartment that we lived in, and ran down the
street to the inn. When I found Mr. Robinson, I told him, "Mother has come
down with a fever, but she hopes that she will be better by tomorrow."
"Well, you tell her if she doesn't show up tomorrow, she's fired. Do you
hear? I can't run this place all by myself you know."
As I rushed back to our small apartment, I noticed that some older boys
were following me. I was only a small nine-year-old girl, and I knew that I was
no match for those three larger boys.
It wasn't a very good neighborhood that Mary and her mother lived in,
but it was all that her mother could afford with the small wage her mother
received waiting on people at the inn.
They had lived fairly well on her father's wages, until he died two years
ago in 1713. Of course, her mother had no income and as they used up their
savings, she was forced to find some sort of work so that they wouldn't starve.
By this time, they had sold most of their possessions until she had finally found
work at the local inn. It didn't pay much, but then, it was enough to pay for the
small dingy apartment that she and her mother moved into, and for a little food.
As I ran, I knew that the boys belonged to a gang that hung around in
the neighborhood, and I was very fearful about what they might do to me if
they caught me out all alone.
I finally reached the door of our apartment safely, and went inside and
then bolted the door.
When I looked at mother, I saw that she had gotten even worse. Then, as
I bent over mother, changing the wet rags on her forehead, I heard her say, "I'm
sorry Marry. Oh, I'm so sorry."
Then I saw mother's eyes glaze over, as she slipped on into a coma.
I kept a vigil all night but to no avail.
The next morning, I waited until a policeman came by, and I told him
that mother had just died of a fever. The policeman came in and checked on
mother, and then left to go back to the police station to get a wagon to carry my
mother's body away in.
As I saw the men carrying away mother's body, I was now very fearful
about what was going to happen to me. I knew that the rent was due in a few
days, and I had just a few coins left to buy food with.
I cried all day, and that evening. But I finally ate what food was left in
the cupboard. Then I went to bed early because I did not want to waste any
more of the candles that I had left.
I now felt extremely lonely, scared, and lost in the apartment with no one
there to care for me, and I didn't know what I should do. I felt that I was still
way too young to take care of myself, or even find a way to make some money
to live on. So, finally I cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was hungry - very hungry, and I
knew that I would have to go to the market place and buy what food that I
could afford so that I could feed myself for just a little longer.
So I got dressed and hid what money I had in my petticoat just in case
some one might try to steal it from me.
As I walked down the street, suddenly, those three boys came out from
an alleyway and confronted me. As I looked at them, I bercame extremely
frightened and ran as fast as I could.
But they eventually grabbed me and dragged me back into the alleyway.
That's when I heard one of them ask, "Well, where do you think you're going
Miss Muffett?"
I then heard another one say, "Hey! Lets search her and see if she has
anything on her... Joe, you grab her arms, Mack, grab her feet"
I was just able to let out just a part of a scream when Joe put his hand
down over my mouth.
I then felt them lift me off of the ground, and Stan, the leader, started
roughly rubbing his hands all over me while he said, "Oh, what a nice pretty
little girl we have here."
Then he grabbed the bottom of my dress and petticoats and flung them
up over me, exposing my body and pantalets from the waist down.
Then, as I heard him loudly say, "Hey! Let's see what she feels like," I
felt him continue rubbing his hands all over my hips and legs and finally down
in-between my legs right on my private area.
"Hey, it feels real nice right here. Hey, do any of you guys want to see
what a girl looks like?"
I heard one of them answer, "Sure, take em off and lets have a look."
I then felt him grab my pantalets and pull them way down to my ankles
as I struggled with all of my strength to try to get free. "Wow, look at her crack.
My, ain't it real pretty now with no hair on it."
Just then, a police officer came by and saw what the boys were doing,
and hollered at them. They just dropped me and ran.
As the police officer ran by me, I struggled to get my pantalets pulled
back up and then just sat there sobbing.
Soon the police officer came back by, and helped me to my feet and
asked, "Are you hurt miss?"
"No, but they had their hands all over me and in my private place."
"Yes, I saw. They're a bunch of real nasty ones they are, and if I ever
catch them, I'm going to haul em off to jail."
I finally arrived at the market place, and bought what little food that I
could afford, and hurried on back home.
Afterwards, I fixed myself a small meal, and as I ate, I figured that the
food would last me for three more days at the most, but from there I didn't
know what I was going to do.
Being all-alone now in this cold hard world really terrified me, and I
even thought about the possibility of ending my own life and be done with it.
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The day after I had ran out of food, there was a knock on the door, and,
as I opened it, I saw the landlord standing there. "Well, I suppose ye don't have
yer rent money ready do ye?"
I just had to reply, "I'm sorry sir, but I spent the last penny I had on
some food the other day."
"Well, in that case, I'll have ter evict ye. I'll have some men over
tomorrow to move ye out."
After the landlord left, I was terrified, and I didn't know what to do. So
I just sat there on my bed and cried and cried.
Finally, I was so exhausted from crying, worry, and hunger, that I just
fell asleep.
The next morning, when I awoke, I found myself extremely hungry, and
I searched all over for some bit of food that I might have forgotten, but there
was none to be found.
About midmorning, the landlord opened the door, and three men came in
with him. They started grabbing what furniture there was and carried it out to
the street. Soon, there were several people watching as the men moved all of my
belongings out and piled them up in the street.
Just as the men were finished with the moving, I saw people start
grabbing my belongings and carting them away, and in just a few minutes, I was
finally left standing there clutching what clothes I could and my doll in my arms
and nothing else. That's when I realized that now, not only being extremely
hungry, I was now left out on the streets with not much more than the clothing I
was wearing and nowhere to go.
Then, all of a sudden, a woman suddenly came out of nowhere and
grabbed what I had in my hands, and rushed away. So I just stood there now in
a shocked daze as I looked all around the street, and wondered what I would do
next.
But that's when I felt a tap on my shoulder, and as I turned around, I
saw a well-dressed gentleman standing there. "As I was walking down the
street, I saw those men carrying out your belongings, and I was quite amused at
how everyone just grabbed all of your belongings and carted them away. What
did you have left? A dress? A doll? And then that mangy old woman grabbed
those away from you too. I think that was pretty darned mean if I do say so
myself."
I looked at him for a moment, and then broke into a sob. I had my face
hidden in my hands, sobbing as I replied, "First mom got sick, and then she
died, and then I spent what money we had left for some food, and that ran out,
and now they threw me out on the street, and now I don't have anyplace to go.
I'm also so hungry that I can't stand it, and everybody stole everything that I
had left, and now I don't know what to do next or even know where to go."
As I felt the hand gently press on my shoulder, I saw the stranger look at
me and say, "Maybe you would like to come along with me, and I'll see if I can
help you out."
I sobbingly replied, "Oh mister? Oh please! Anything."
Then I felt his large hand encircle mine as he replied, "Come along with
me and we'll see if we can't make things right again."
As I realized that I now had absolutely no place to go, I also realized that
I didn't even know what to do next, and that's when I realized that I really had
no other choice. So I left my hand in the stranger's hand and hoped that fate just
might be kind to me for just once.
As we continued to walk on down the street, I didn't look back.
CHAPTER 2
Pretty soon, we saw a cab, and I watched as he hailed it. After it
stopped, we got in, and, as we drove off down the street, the stranger turned to
me and said, "Hi, my name's Mike Thomas. What's yours?"
By this time my tears had dried up enough so that I was able to talk
again, "Mary."
"How old are you my dear?"
"I'm nine - nine and a half."
"I bet that was a terrible experience for a little girl like you. Wasn't it?"
Just being reminded of it, I broke into tears again, and sobbed, "Oh I
don't know what to do or even where to go."
That was when I felt Mike put a comforting arm around me, and reply,
"Now don't you worry none, I'll take good care of you. What happened that led
up to all of this anyway?"
I told Mike all about my father dying, and then my mother getting sick
and dying. Then, all about those hoodlums attacking me, and the landlord
kicking me out of the apartment, and then, all of those nasty people stealing all
of my things.
As I finished my story, I noticed that we were coming to the real nice
part of the city where there were real nice big houses and trees and shrubs. Soon
the cab stopped, and my eyes were dazzled by what I saw. We got out and I
watched as Mike paid the cab driver. Then we walked up the steps of a great big
town house.
Mike knocked on the door, and a maid let us in. "Martha, why don't you
see if you can find something to eat for Mary here. I'll tell you all about her
while we eat."
Mike led me on into a dining room, and we sat down. Soon Martha
brought in a variety of different things to eat, and put a couple of real beautiful
plates and real silverware on the table. "Your Coffee will be ready in just a
moment sir, and I will bring some milk for the little girl."
"Thank you Martha."
I noticed that Martha was a portly older woman with rosy cheeks of
around forty five or fifty wearing a black dress with a white apron tied around
her.
As I looked at all the food that was on the table, I exclaimed, "Wow,
I've never seen so much food in all my life."
"Well, dive in. Martha will bring you some milk in a moment. This is just
lunch. We have dinner at six."
"Oh thank you, thank you Mr. Thomas."
"Oh that's quite all right. Why don't you just call me Mike?"
When Martha finally sat down at the table to eat her lunch, He told her
how he had found me and all that he knew about me. Finally, I heard Martha
reply, "Oh you poor child. You've had enough harrowing experiences to last a
lifetime with your mother dying like that and all.
After lunch, Mike led me up the stairs to a huge bedroom, and said,
"You can sleep in here tonight. This is just one of the guest bedrooms. If you
feel that you like me and decide that you might want to continue to stay here
with me, we can make this room over so that it will be your very own special
room."
Oooooo, wow, I could hardly believe my eyes as I looked all around
inside of this huge house and the bedroom that he said that I could sleep in.
Why, I had never seen anything so wonderful in my whole life.
At this moment, I thought that I had just died and gone to heaven,
because just this morning I felt that I was about to starve to death with everyone
taking everything that I owned, and I had nowhere to go, and nowhere to sleep
but maybe on a street corner somewhere. But now this wonderful stranger
named Mike was asking me if I wanted to stay with him in this great big
beautiful house.
All of a sudden, I felt a great weight lift from me, and I finally smiled,
and ran to him and threw my arms around him and gave him the biggest hug I
could as I said, "Oh thank you Mike, oh thank you. Oh! You've saved my life.
Oh I really love you already."
I then heard him say, "Here, why don't we look over the rest of the
house so that you will know where things are."
At this moment, I realized that I had never dreamed of a house being as
grand as this one was. But, as I was to learn later on, this was just one of the
smaller townhouses suited only for a wealthy bachelor, and that there were
houses around here that were much bigger and grander than this house.
I guess I was pretty dirty, so Mike had Martha draw up a bath for me,
and while she was getting it ready, he told me all about himself and how he had
come into an inheritance that would suit him for the rest of his life. He said that
he was twenty-six and had just recently graduated from college, and had been
partying around ever since, and even had a long succession of girl friends come
and go. He also mentioned just how moved he was when he happened on the
scene where they were throwing everything that I owned out into the street, and
then watched as everyone carted it all off, leaving me with absolutely nothing.
Not even my doll. After it was all over, he said that he had felt so sorry for me
that he knew that he just had to help me in anyway that he could.
The next morning, after breakfast, I watched as he hailed a cab, and after
we got into it, and he took me shopping. I really loved riding in the cab and
watch as the horse pulled us along. Neither my father nor mother ever had
enough money for such an extravagance as this, but I thought it was a whole lot
of fun though.
Presently, we arrived at a clothing store and went in. Several hours later,
we emerged with enough packages to start a clothing store of our own.
After lunch, I spent many hours modeling all of the new clothing that
Mike had bought me while he watched and commented, and Martha properly
put them away. I had never had so much clothing at any one time in my whole
life, and none that I had ever owned before were as such fine quality as the
clothing I now had.
When I finally came down to dinner in one of my new dresses, Mike
exclaimed, "Aha, here comes our young princess now. My! Doesn't she look
grand?"
I replied, "How come you called me a princess?"
I heard him reply, "Oh that's easy, all little girls are princesses."
I heard Martha agree with Mike, and then exclaim just how nice I looked
in my new clothing.
During dinner, Mike gave me many pointers on how a lady should act
during dinner, and I tried very hard to please him.
The following day, we went to look at some bedroom furniture, and he
even hired a decorator to redecorate my room. A week later, it looked just like
the model bedroom for a little prepubescent girl like me. And I just loved it.
In the meantime, I heard Mike say, "If you're going to live with me, you
should also be properly schooled."
So he hired a tutor to help me with my schooling. Of course, I found this
a bit dull, but Mike said, "As long as you're living with me, you will be properly
schooled."
I knew he was right and I had to agree with him. I also realized that he
was doing so much for me just as if he was my own daddy, and I realized that
my love for him grew greater and greater with each passing day.
Because of all of this, I realized that he was now my very special prince
charming.
CHAPTER 3
One night just before bedtime, we were in my bedroom when I got up on
his lap. As he was hugging me, and telling me just how beautiful I was, I tried to
hug him back but then I realized that all of my clothing was so bulky that it all
got in the way. I then heard him mention, "Yes, that's the trouble with women's
clothing, it's all so bulky that you can't hardly move around in it."
So I got off of his lap, took everything off except for my pantalets, and
then looked at him as I asked, 'How is this?"
I then heard him say, "Wow, you really are a very beautiful little girl."
So I replied, "Oh thank you, my prince charming."
As I got back on his lap, I now realized just how bulky all of that
clothing really was as I now felt so much freer and much more comfortable now.
Being not yet ten, I still had no breasts to worry about, and, as I felt him
put his arms around me, I realized just how good his hands felt on my now very
naked upper body.
Soon, I don't know why, but he also took off his shirt and that's when I
could now feel his slightly hairy chest against my own upper naked body as I
realized that I just loved the strange feeling of his naked body against my own,
and as I ran my hand all through his chest hair, he kissed me. Then, as I
continued to sit on his lap, I felt him gently hug me and give me even more little
kisses.
After a bit, I heard him say, "You know! I have never kissed a little girl
before, but you seem to be so charming that you have me within your spell."
I giggled as I replied, "I've never sat on a man's lap before with just my
pantalets on before either. But I really love sitting on your lap this way."
As I sat there all cuddled up in his arms, I could feel a strange warmth
come all over me, and the more I felt this warmth, the more I wanted him to hug
and kiss me. I even responded to his kisses and returned them with everything I
could.
After a while, he sat up and said, "Well, I guess that it's well past your
bedtime and you should be in bed."
I really didn't want to go to bed. I just wanted to continue to sit in his
lap. But then, he had done so much for me, that I wasn't about to disagree with
him, so I went ahead and slipped on off his lap and then went over to the chest
of drawers, and took out one of my new nightgowns. I then slipped it over my
head and then reached under it, and pulled my pantalets on down and off and
laid them at the foot of the bed just before I got in.
He then tucked me in, and gave me a good night kiss. Then, just before
he went out the door, he turned and said, "goodnight my sweet little princess."
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Of course, because of how nice it felt, this quickly became a habit with
us, and as soon as Martha left, we would come into my bedroom where I would
then take off all of my clothing except my pantalets and then jump on his lap so
that he could hug and kiss me.
I found that this was something all so very new and so very exciting to
me, that I had become to love this part of the night when I could sit on his lap
and he would hug and kiss me. Oh, how I really loved to be kissed and cuddled.
But, all too soon, our kisses got to be very familiar, and for some reason,
I felt like I wanted him to do something more. So I soon found his big tongue
inside of my small mouth, and it felt so much better kissing that way because it
made me feel somehow so much warmer inside. Also, I realized his hands felt so
good caressing me all over my half naked body, that I now felt like I wanted
him to touch me even more all over.
One night, as he was rubbing his hands all over me, I realized that it felt
real good. But then, I felt like I wanted him to do even more. So I reached
down and tried to slip my pantalets down. As he saw just what I was trying to
do, he even helped me take them off.
As I leaned back to kiss him again, I now felt a whole new world of
excitement come over me as I felt his hand on my now newly bared skin. But
then I felt something else happening to me that I really didn't quite understand,
but whatever it was, I knew that it all felt very exciting.
As I felt his hands rubbing all around all over my bare legs and hips, that
warm feeling that I was getting, kept getting more and more exciting, and that's
when I felt like I now wanted him to touch me in places where mother said that
I should never be touched. At that moment I really didn't know why, but I
really did feel an itch or feeling way down inside me that seemed to somehow
demand to be satisfied.
Then as I shared a very juicy kiss with him, I reached down and actually
guided his hand on in-between my legs.
When I felt his hand move there, I now suddenly felt like I was now on
fire and I now felt so excited that I could hardly breathe, and the more his hand
rubbed me down there, the more I wanted him to keep on doing it to me.
I had finally worked my pantalets off of my feet so that I could spread
my legs out real wide just to accommodate his hand. So, as I felt his fingers
massaging me down there, the hotter and more excited my whole body became,
and, all too soon, I felt my sexual feelings finally get so great that I felt a real
great wonderful feeling that felt just like an explosion in-between my legs that
seemed to travel all over my whole body, and I even heard myself squeal as I
felt myself seemingly being enveloped in this great wonderful sexual bubble that
seemed to last for almost a whole minute before I felt it slowly subside again.
But then, as I felt him finally take his hand away and just hold me very
tightly, I buried my head against his neck and wrapped my arms around him. So
I stayed in that position for a long time savoring both his hands and body
against my own very naked body.
Eventually I looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Oh please, can I
call you daddy? I want to because you're the most wonderful daddy in the
whole world."
I then heard him reply, "Well, I see no harm in it, if you wish to..."
I interjected, "Oh I love you daddy. You've make me feel so good."
But then I heard him stutter, "I-I g-guess that it-it's time for me to tuck
you in."
I took the hint, and slipped off of his lap and then walked very slowly
over to the chest of drawers. For some reason, I now had the feeling that I now
really wanted him to look at my whole naked body.
Then, as I got my nightgown out, I twirled around as I very brazenly
showed my whole naked body to him while I slowly and very carefully
unfolded it, and then slowly raised it up over my head, and then, let it come
down all over me as I knew that Mike was sitting there very intently watching
me.
I then very quickly jumped into bed, and right after, I watched as he
pulled the covers over me, and then, bent over and kissed me as he said,
"Goodnight my real special sweet princess."
After he left, I laid there thinking over all of the events of my life since
my mother died, and it seemed that he really was my prince charming that pulled
me out of the brink of utter depression and despair, and lifted me on up into a
most wonderful world that only dreams were made of. I also thought about all
the very new wild feelings that I received feeling his hands rubbing all over my
naked body. Why the whole thing just made my head swim, and that's when I
slowly drifted off into a very peaceful sleep.
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The next thing I heard was Martha shaking me and saying, "Now you
can't sleep all morning. You have your lessons to do." So I hurriedly got dressed
as Martha brushed my hair.
Soon I was eating breakfast in the dinning room. "What happened to
daddy, er, I mean Mike?" I asked.
"Oh he had an appointment this morning about a project he's working
on. He'll be back before lunch. My, you look so happy this morning."
"I am Martha - I am, and it's all because of Mike. Oh, I love him so
much because he went and saved my life and all of the wonderful things that he
has done for me."
When I finished breakfast, I hurried on into the drawing room where my
tutor was waiting to give me more lessons.
After a while, my tutor said it was lunchtime, so we broke for lunch.
Although he seemed hard on me sometimes, I did love him for his efforts to try
to fill my brain with all the information that he said that I should have.
As I sat down for lunch, I saw Mike come in, and say, "Well, I hired
another person to help Martha with all of the extra work that she has been doing.
He will be doing the cooking and help Martha with all the hard stuff so that she
can spend more time with you and keep you looking real pretty just like a
princess.
After lunch, Mike took me out to the country to a horse farm. There, he
introduced me to the manager, Mr. Thompson.
Mr. Thomson took us on a tour of the farm where we saw many different
beautiful horses.
Eventually he introduced me to a little filly, and asked, "How would you
like to ride this horse?"
I replied, "Oh, she's beautiful Mr. Thompson. You mean I can ride her?"
"Sure, lets just throw a saddle on her and off you go."
A few minutes later, I was hoisted up into the saddle (It was one of
those side-saddles that ladies use) and Mr. Thompson and daddy got on some
other horses.
From there, we went riding on out into the fields as Mr. Thompson
instructed me on how to handle my horse. But since he had put a children's
sidesaddle on the horse, they didn't allow me to run the horse just in case I
should fall off. A couple of hours later, we were back at the stable.
As we got off, Mr. Thompson asked, "Well Mary, how did you like that
for a first lesson?"
I just had to reply, "Oh, I thought that was wonderful Mr. Thompson."
Then I heard Mike ask, "How would you like to take lessons every
week?"
"Oh, you mean that you will bring me out here every week for horse
lessons?"
"Sure! That is if you want to."
As I gave daddy a big hug, I replied, "Oh, I'd love that daddy."
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That evening, as soon as Martha left, Daddy and I went into my
bedroom. I was now so excited that I would have another experience just like
the one that I had last night, so, this time, I very hurriedly got all of my clothes
off.
As soon as I pulled my pantalets off, I had the feeling of being now
slightly embarrassed, but otherwise I felt so wonderfully free from all of that
bulky clothing. But then, as I made several posses with my now very naked
body right in front of daddy, I soon felt absolutely no embarrassment at all, and
that's when I heard him say, "Oh my dear Mary, you do have such a young
beautiful body. Come and plop it on my lap so that I may caress it."
That made me giggle as I replied, "Only after you take off your shirt
first."
Then, as soon as he discarded his shirt, I sat on his lap while I felt his
arms encircle me. I then lifted my head to kiss him, and soon, we were
embraced, and, as I felt his mouth and tongue against mine, I could even feel his
hand roaming all around my body while caressing me all over - especially all
around my most private places. Soon, I felt his hand go in-between my legs, and
at that moment, all I wanted to do was to just spread my legs out wide enough
to accommodate his hand on my most private area. Oh, how I now loved to feel
his hand there, and soon, it made me feel so excited and so good that I kind of
wished that this would last forever and ever.
So here I was, feeling all of the sexual feelings and excitement that his
fingers were giving me, and the more he kept his hand there, the more I felt
those feelings seem to rise and rise inside of me until, pretty soon, I could feel
my whole body just shake with a sexual excitement that I had never known
before, and I realized that I was now having a very hard time even breathing
because of all of the sexual excitement that he was making me have.
As I felt those sexual feelings grow and grow inside of me, they soon
grew so great that, all of a sudden, I felt this great big beautiful explosion of
sexual feelings that seemed to just grip my whole body again, just like last night,
and it made me even utter out a squeal as I felt those feelings just grip my whole
body for almost a minute until, all too soon, I felt them gradually let go of me
until I just slumped back down in my daddy's lap again.
This time, he didn't take his hand away, and because of that, I was so
happy and so glad because I could now again feel all of those very exciting
wonderful sexual feelings return again and again, and in no time, I felt myself
again being griped in another one of those real wonderful sexual explosions that
seemed flow all through me for the longest time before it finally let go of me
again. But almost as soon as I felt that one going away, I felt another one very
quickly building up inside me, and soon, I felt it too grip my whole body as I
heard myself squeal very loudly again with joy while it seemed to just hold me
there in its grip once again.
This seemed to have gone on several more times before those sexual
feelings got so great, that I finally felt myself just black out.
The next thing I remembered was daddy saying, "Mary, are you all right.
Mary? Mary?"
I finally stirred, but I still couldn't say anything as I squirmed all around
on his lap while I retightened my grip around his neck.
After a bit, I was finally able to speak, and replied, "Oh daddy, I love
you so because you make me feel so good."
I didn't move from that position for a long time while savoring all of the
sexual feelings that he had given me and feeling my own naked body being all
cuddled up right against him in his lap.
I eventually brightened back up and played with his chest hairs, twirling
them around with my fingers until I finally asked, "Daddy, I've never seen a
boy's before, I wonder what they look like? All I know is that some boys are
very rough and mean, and others are very kind and gentle. Can I see what you
look like?"
I then felt him jump, but then I heard him reply, "Well, I guess that
because you've shown me all of your very beautiful body, I guess it's only fair
that I show you my own body also, that is if you really want to see it. If you
want to get off of my lap, I will then get undressed for you if you wish me to."
I now felt really very naughty and really quite excited as I heard myself
even giggle as I slipped off of his lap and sat on the edge of the bed so that I
could watch daddy get up and take off his trousers.
As he slipped them down, I saw this great big thing in-between his legs
spring out like a very thick flagpole.
I was really quite amazed as I saw this great big long thing of his sticking
straight out there in front of him, and after I had gazed at it for a moment, I
finally asked, "Can I touch it?"
I watched as he sat back down and then motioned me over. So I came
over and stood in-between his legs and reached my hand toward his great big
thing.
As I touched it and ran my fingers all over it, he didn't even try to push
me away. I also found that what I was doing seemed to be really very exciting
and quite naughty to me as I felt that great urge inside of me making me keep on
rubbing my hands all over it.
I had eventually put both of my hands around his big long shaft and was
squeezing it when all of a sudden it squirted a whitish fluid directly at me and
hit me all over in the upper chest and stomach. Then I saw it squirt three or four
smaller squirts in rapid succession before it finally stopped.
I was then really quite shocked and really quite surprised at what had
just happened, and as I looked back up at daddy, I saw that he was still sitting
there grimacing. So, I ran my fingers all through this whitish fluid that was
splattered all over my chest and stomach, and it seemed to be so very sticky, and
gooey, and slimy.
I then looked back at daddy and asked, "What's all of this stuff that
came out of you?"
I watched as he grabbed a towel and wet it from the water that was in
the pitcher and then very quickly wiped the stuff off of my body and then the
floor.
After he got through, he lifted me back on to his lap and proceeded to
explain all about sex to me. I knew that women were always having babies, but I
never knew just how they produced them. I guess that I thought that they just
came along quite naturally.
As I then asked a whole lot more questions which he answered for me as
best as he could. So when he finally got through, I knew that I had now grasped
the basic knowledge of reproduction and many of the inner mysteries of both his
and my equipment. Now, I had a pretty good idea on just what it was all about
and why we both get all of those real exciting wonderful sexual feelings.
When he was finally all through, he let me play with his equipment even
more, and showed me how to make him climax again now under a more
controlled condition.
As I stroked his big hard penis for him, I also felt his fingers also
massage my pussy for me, and at that moment, I felt that this was really the
most exciting fun that I had ever had before in my whole life by being able to be
so intimate with him in this way. In fact I felt it was so much fun that I even
told him that he could touch me down there anytime he wanted.
Soon, I watched as I saw him grimace again and I again saw that whitish
stuff suddenly shoot out of his thing once more. I now thought that it was really
all very exciting and a whole lot of fun to be able to actually make him squirt it
out like that, and it was also real exciting for me knowing that I had made him
do that with my very own hands.
He finally put me to bed, and kissed me goodnight and said, "Goodnight
my real special sexy princess," just before he left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
These little get-togethers of ours seemed to get more and more exciting
as time went on, and it got to where I could hardly wait for Martha to leave so
that I could again be alone with my daddy and now real special lover so that we
could again experience more and more of our very naughty sexual feelings with
each other.
I also noticed that daddy really seemed to enjoy our little get-togethers
about as much as I did, and I was really glad.
One night, after Martha left, we went into my bedroom, and again got
undressed. He then just laid on top of the bed as I climbed up and just explored
his whole naked body. I think that he was now really enjoying having me do this
to him more and more.
I noticed that he had a little hair on his chest, arms, legs, and a whole
bunch around his equipment. But to me, it was truly exciting for me to run my
hands all over his male body exploring it.
After a while, he grabbed me, and had me lie down on the bed. He then
spread my legs wide apart and then got his head in-between my legs as I
wondered what in the world was he doing.
But as soon as I felt his mouth and tongue down there against my pussy,
I realized that it gave me such sudden real wild feelings that I just automatically
squealed with delight. Then I watched as he lifted his head up and asked, "How
did that feel?"
I knew that it felt absolutely wonderful, but I really didn't want to tell
him so. So I just very gigglingly replied, "Try it again, and I'll tell you how good
it feels."
I watched as he got back down and kissed my pussy again, and while I
felt his big wet mouth travel all over my pussy, I believed that his mouth and
tongue felt a thousand times better than his fingers ever did.
It wasn't long before he had me gyrating all around as I felt all of those
sexual feelings building up real fast, and the next thing I knew, I heard myself
really squeal as I felt myself freeze right on up into an orgasm that was
absolutely out of this world.
As I started to recover, I put my hands down over his head so that he
couldn't lift his head away from my pussy, and the next thing I knew, he had
me squealing again as I felt myself freeze on up again into another orgasm. But
he kept on licking my poor pussy until he had me just laying there in a sexual
stupor.
The next thing I remembered, he was lying along side of me, hugging me
and giving me little kisses as I thought to myself how this great big bully of a
man could be so soft and so gentle with a small girl like me. I eventually threw
my arms around him and told him how much I had enjoyed his attentions to my
pussy.
After I perked up again, I then giggled as I asked if I could do that to
him. When he didn't say no, I crawled on down in-between his legs and grabbed
his great big long penis with my hand and lowered my mouth down over it. Oh
wow, did that ever feel so naughty and so weird and so exciting as to have the
end of his huge penis right inside my mouth.
Of course, I knew that if I kept my mouth there long enough, he would
eventually spurt out a whole bunch of that special semen of his right into my
mouth, but at this point I just plain didn't care because I found that it was really
a whole lot of fun and really quite sexually exciting for me to actually suck all
around on the end of his penis and to be able to feel his manhood right inside
my mouth.
As I sucked, I soon felt him start wiggling all around from my
administrations, and soon I felt him start bucking. Then, all of a sudden, I heard
him groan just as I felt a load of his semen hit the back of my mouth in such a
way that it made me choke, but before I could clear my throat, I felt another
load shoot right into my mouth, and then another and another until I felt him
finally relax again when nothing more came out.
But I very excitedly kept on sucking on his penis until I felt it go soft
again, and that's when I took my mouth away. After that, I went ahead and
swallowed what I could, but by that time, most of it had leaked back out of my
mouth anyway.
After I lifted up and smilingly looked at him, I said, "Wow! That was
fun! How did you like that daddy?"
I saw him smile back at me and reply, "Oh, wow, sweetie, you can do
that to me all you want. That felt real great... Oh by the way, you have my cum
smeared all over your mouth. Come here and let me wipe it off."
After I crawled up to him, he took a towel and wiped my face. Then he
pulled me down on the bed beside him and kissed me.
After a while, I asked, "Daddy, can I sleep with you?"
But then I heard him ask, "Why do you ask that little princess?"
I just had to reply, "Because I love you and I want to be with you."
We played around a little while longer before I felt him pick me up and
then carry me on over into his bedroom and then plop me on down on his own
bed and put me in, and then I watched as he blew out the candles.
Oh wow, I thought that I was in absolute heaven as I laid there all
snuggled up to him while feeling his great big naked body against mine while I
felt his arm snuggling me against him, and that's when I realized that I have
never felt such a blissful moment as this in my whole life. It was just like I was
in heaven feeling the cocoon of his big warm body all around my own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next thing I remembered was daddy waking me up. "Come on
sweetheart, it's time to get up."
I turned over, and wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a big wet
kiss just before I felt him wrap his arms around me and roll me up on top of him
and kiss me back.
We were lying that way kissing, when Martha barged in. "So that's
where you are! Oh my God, I should have known better. Mr. Thomas, do you
know what you're doing?"
I heard Mike reply, "I'm sorry Martha. But you should have knocked
before coming in."
Then I heard Martha say, "I went into Mary's room and her bed was all
messed up but then I noticed she hadn't slept in it, and all of her and your
clothes were laying all around all over, and I found plenty of evidence that
you've been doing things with her that I don't like. She's still just a child you
know, and those things should not be done to her until after she's grown.
Hearing Martha's scolding voice made me start to cry as I replied, "But
Martha, I love him, and what we did to each other I really wanted to do. He's
my daddy and he's also my lover, and I love him, and-and he even saved my
life."
Then I heard her say, "We'll see," as I watched her leave the room.
We finally got out of bed, and Mike put his pants on and went to get me
some clothes. After I put them on, we went downstairs.
I guess Mike had a long chat with Martha, and I was half through with
my lessons before Mike came in and said, "I fixed it up with Martha. I made her
understand just how we felt for each other, and I even gave her a little salary
boost. So she won't be bothering us anymore."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I eventually moved all of my things into daddy's bedroom, and we
continued on with our very lewd love affair just as if I was his wife, and every
night that I spent with him now seemed even better than the night before.
Whenever he went out of town on business, I just laid in that big bed all
alone feeling very lonely - so much so that I could hardly get to sleep. But when
he finally did come back home, I could feel my heart really pitter pattering while
I felt my spirits rise to a crescendo as I ran to greet him. Then, when he picked
me up, I felt my old happiness coming back to me again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Although Martha thought that what we were doing was a little unusual
and quite wrong, she soon found out that I was actually more the instigator of
our sexual relationship than Mike was, and she soon came to realize just how
much we did love each other, and even noticed that he was no longer going out
in the evenings and coming home drunk, dragging one of those harlots home
with him that he used to sleep with. She also noticed that Mike now tended
much more to his affairs, and spent as much time as he could with me.
Finally, she accepted our relationship as being the better of the two evils.
Of course, I continued on with my schoolwork, and my riding lessons.
But, of course, I did not like that sidesaddle and insisted on riding a horse just
like everyone else.
So for my tenth birthday, he presented me with my own horse as I was
doing so well with my lessons.
As soon as I learned to ride well enough, Mike took me riding way out
into the country, and he even had a dressmaker make me special dresses just for
riding.
Other times, when we had free time, Mike even took me out on various
excursions, or even shopping in the city. He always made sure that I was dressed
in the prettiest of the dresses he could find.
But then, I guess, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Also, that evening, on my tenth birthday, I was presented with a big
birthday cake with ten candles on it, and I also received various other presents.
Of course, after Martha left for the evening, we retired to our bedroom
where we made our usual lovemaking. I soon found that although the day was
very exciting for me, I always looked forward to this time in the evening when
we could lock ourselves in our own bedroom and have our own very private fun
time all alone together.
Afterwards, when we finally went to bed, I really loved the comfortable
feeling of daddy's big warm body pressed against mine. Why, it gave me the
warmth and security of a very special protector that I could cuddle up against so
that I could seemingly be protected from all the evil and ills of the outside
world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Several months later, as we were doing our lovemaking, I noticed that
that special sensitive area down in the lower part of my pussy that used to hurt
whenever it was accidentally touched, no longer existed. As I explored the area
with my finger, I realized that I could even put my finger up inside myself. So, I
then asked daddy about it, and he said that I had probably gradually broken
through my hymen from riding my horse just like men do.
That reminded me of one of the side effects I got from riding horses like
men do. When the horse got into a certain cantor, it would move me back and
forth in the saddle in such away that it would make me feel real good down
there on my pussy. So much so that it would almost give me an orgasm. In fact,
there were several times when I actually did achieve a complete orgasm that
way, but I never told daddy about it though.
I asked daddy if he would touch me down there. So, as I felt him put his
hand down there, I felt him gradually insert his finger on into my newfound
hole. Then as I felt his finger go deeper and deeper inside me, I realized that it
felt so good that I asked him to keep on doing that.
Oh wow that really felt so different and so good, feeling daddy's big
middle finger way up inside of me.
He then started moving it around and in and out of me, and pretty soon,
I realized that it felt so good that I felt myself freeze right on up into an orgasm.
After I had recovered, He told me, "That is your special love hole. It's called a
vagina, and that's where men stick their penises into women to deposit their
seed. Then several months later, a baby might come back out of that same hole."
Now I realized that all the mysteries of life were now fairly complete to
me. I now understood just why it felt so good down there when daddy played
with me down there, and then, when I played with his big long penis, he would
shoot all of that whitish stuff out - that was his seed. That's when I realized that
if he were to stick his penis way up inside of my special hole, he could then
deposit his seed way up inside me and give me a baby, and the baby would,
about nine months later, come back out of that very same hole.
I was now so excited that I wanted daddy to do that to me. I knew that
he probably wouldn't for fear of making me pregnant. So I devised a plan.
I got daddy to lay down so that I could suck on his big penis. He knew
that I liked doing that to him, because I did that to him almost every night now
anyway.
After I got into position, I gave his penis a few sucks just before I then
raised myself back up, straddled him, grabbed his penis, and started to put it
into my vagina when I heard him holler, "NO! Oh, don't do that Mary. I'll make
you pregnant."
But now it was too late. I had his penis already sliding on up into my
vagina, and because of that, I knew that he no longer had the mental capability
of trying to remove it from me. But I quickly found that his penis was really
quite big, and my vagina was still quite small. But despite the tightness, I kept
on working at it until soon, to my delight, I found myself sitting there right on
top of him with his great big penis now stuffed all the way up inside of me.
Afterwards, he just looked at me and said, "Oh Mary, now I'm going to
give you a baby."
Oh my God! I had never experienced anything like this ever before. Why
it felt as if he had completely filled my whole insides up, and the feelings that
his penis was making me have was so exciting as to be indescribable, and I like I
never wanted him to ever take it back out of me ever again. Because it was
giving me sexual feelings that were so very different from all of those that I had
ever experienced in the past, and I realized the two of them mixed together was
greater than anything that I had ever dreamed of.
I could now feel his big hands rubbing all over my hips, and as I looked
into his eyes, I saw that his eyes looked really wild as I started to move my body
all around on his penis, and the more I moved, the better it felt. Soon, I felt his
hands grip me - helping me move up and down on his penis, and I even felt
myself shaking so much that I now wanted to lie down on top of him in order to
feel his whole body against mine with his arms wrapped around me. So, I slowly
repositioned myself until I was lying down on top of him.
I could now feel him moving me back and forth against his big hard
penis as I felt my clit rub against his penis. That eventually sent me right on into
one of the best and wildest orgasms that he had ever given me. But just as I felt
myself freeze on up into my orgasm, I felt him shoot all of his seed way up
inside of me while I felt his arms tighten even more around me, holding me tight
against his body.
As I was recovering, I felt the last of his seed shooting into me.
But then, Just the act of feeling his seed shooting way up inside of me
felt so good to me that I just couldn't describe it.
At last, we just laid there exhausted. But I could still feel his big hands
massaging all over my naked body, and even squeezing my bottom.
A moment later, I felt his penis gradually shrivel up and slip back out of
me. When it did, it let a whole lot of his seed flow back out of me, and that's
when I heard him say, "Hey, we better get this cleaned up, or we'll have that
stuff all over us."
I just had to giggle as I replied, "That's what you get for shooting all of
that stuff way up inside of me."
Then I heard him say, "Well, you made me do it, you little sexpot of a
princess."
But we just continued to lay there and kiss each other for several more
minutes before we finally got up.
As we were getting ourselves cleaned up, he said, "Oh, I hope I didn't
get you pregnant, I don't know what I would do with a kid running around."
So I just had to reply, "Well, you already have a kid right now - me."
"Well, that's different."
I then asked, "You want to do that again?"
That's when I heard him reply, "Well, I guess that I've probably done all
the damage that I can do now. So I guess one more time won't do any more
harm."
We got back onto the bed, and I sucked on his penis enough to lubricate
it and to make it big and hard again, and then he laid down on top of me.
As I was trying to get it in, we both realized that I was just too small,
and that this position would probably be very uncomfortable for the both of us.
So he got up and sat on the love seat while I got up on the love seat
straddling him and then managed to get his penis into me. This time it seemed to
slide on into me so much easier now because I still had a lot of his seed still left
inside me.
Soon, I was very delighted to be sitting on his lap with his penis now
buried all the way inside me again.
Because I so loved the feelings that he was giving me, we both just sat
there for a long time while we both just kissed and hugged. Why it felt so good
that I could even feel all of those sexual feelings continue to build up very
slowly inside of me, and as they kept getting greater and greater, I felt my body
continue to shake more and more until I could hardly breathe again.
Then it happened! And I could hear myself squeal as I felt my whole
body just freeze on up, and that's when I felt like I was being held in the grip of
a real fantastic wonderful sexual climax that seemed to hold every muscle and
nerve of my body in its grip for a long while before I felt it gradually release me
again.
As I recovered, I could still feel daddy slowly moving me up and down
on his great big penis, and, because of all of the sexual feelings he was giving
me, I just automatically gave out a cry as I felt myself very swiftly move on back
up into another orgasm that seemed just as wonderful as the one before.
As I started recover, I felt so happy that I even gave daddy little
butterfly kisses all over his face until I felt that I just had to scream again as I
felt my whole body again being gripped into my next orgasm. I guess that I was
frozen in its wonderful grip for almost a minute before it decided to release me
again.
As I recovered, I, again, gave daddy even more of those little butterfly
kisses all over his face while I could feel my whole body just shake from all of
the wonderful sexual excitement he was giving me.
Then again I just had to scream as I felt that fantastic sexual grip come
over me once more as I felt myself again being frozen up into its grip. Only this
time, I felt him shoot his seed way up inside me again, and I just sat there frozen
as I felt him jab his big penis into me each time I felt him shoot his seed into me.
As I came to, I could feel myself being held against him in a sexual
stupor by his strong arms, and he held me there for quite a while, even after his
penis slipped back out of me.
Finally, as I perked back up, I heard him say, "Well princess, you've had
quite a wild ride there. Did it feel as good as it looked?"
"Oh daddy, oh yes yes. I don't care how many babies I have. I just don't
want you to ever stop doing that to me. Oh that felt so wonderful."
Then I gave him more of those butterfly kisses until he grabbed me and
kissed me back.
After we got cleaned up, we went to bed, and I again cuddled up to him
as usual, feeling his big warm naked body against mine with his arm squeezing
all around me. Why he felt so good that I just had to slide his hand down in-
between my legs. But I heard him say, "I thought you had enough of that stuff
for one evening."
"Oh no daddy, just hold me please. Just hold me."
I then squirmed and bucked as I laid on my back with my legs spread
wide apart while I felt his big wonderful hand massage me all over my pussy. He
even made my body shake again with sexual excitement as I kissed him and
tried to put my arms all around him. I realized that my pussy was really quite
wet, and I could feel his finger going in and out of my hole as the palm of his
hand rubbed against the front of my pussy, and it wasn't long when I felt myself
drift on back into that familiar grip again as I felt my sexual feelings rise and rise
inside me until I just had to scream again as I felt myself being frozen on up in
its wonderful grip once more.
I remember having three or four more of those wonderful orgasms before
I finally passed out.
The next thing I remember was daddy shaking me awake and saying,
"All right sleepyhead, are you going to sleep the morning away also."
As I woke up, I grabbed his arm and had him hold me real tight for a
while until we finally got up and got dressed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As I sat down to have lunch, daddy came back home.
Then, as he sat down to have lunch with me, I heard him say, "I have
some good news. I went to a trusted doctor that I know, and he said that you
can't get pregnant until you start menstruating."
I then asked, "What is that?"
He replied, "That's when you lose an egg, and it's washed out. It
happens every month in a woman. You have a place inside of you that holds a
whole lot of eggs, and every month, one is placed so that it can be fertilized.
Then, if it doesn't get fertilized, you have your period."
From his awful description of what was going to happen to me when I
become a woman, I asked, "When is this awful event supposed to happen?"
He said, "That it depends on the girl; but usually somewhere around
thirteen to sixteen." (This is way back in the seventeen hundreds.)
I got up and went over to him and gave him a hug and said, "Wow! Now
we can have a whole lot of fun for a little while longer yet."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One Sunday, daddy and I went for a drive into the country to have a
picnic. We were riding in an enclosed cab with two horses and a driver.
It was a long drive and as there wasn't anything else to do except just
look out at the scenery, and because of that, we soon got into fooling around
and that's when I noticed a bulge in his pants. So I reached over and squeezed
his bulge with my fingers and giggled. He then reached down and put his hand
way up underneath my petticoats, and as I squealed, I felt his hand go up in-
between my legs, and I squealed some more and half-heartedly tried to fight him
off. But then I felt his hand go in-between the split in my pantalets and right
onto my pussy, so I reached over and squeezed his bulge, and giggled, "Oh,
you're a dirty old man you."
He just laughed and replied, "And you, my dear, are a very sexy little
princess."
I gave him a hug as I enjoyed what his hand was doing to me. But then I
asked, "But what if someone should see us?"
He replied, "They can't unless they come right up to the window and
look in.
As he continued massaging my pussy area through the split of my
pantalets, I knew that I was getting wet down there, and I felt his finger even go
on into my hole. It was the weirdest feeling I ever had, feeling daddy play with
my pussy while we rode along in the carriage. But because it felt so naughty, I
felt myself very quickly getting really sexually excited. So I put my hand back
down on his bulge and rubbed it as he played with my pussy. Soon I heard him
say, "How would you like to do it while we ride along?"
"Oh, you are a dirty old man, aren't you? All right! I think that would be
fun."
I watched as he slipped his pants down, then I managed to get myself on
his lap facing him with my dress and all my petticoats, and pretty soon, I had his
penis all the way up inside me, and as we did it, I thought it was really a whole
lot of fun to watch the scenery going by. It was such naughty fun that I had
three real great orgasms before he finally shot his seed into me. Then, after we
got untangled, He used a handkerchief to wipe up the mess, and he managed to
get his pants back up so that we would look proper again.
We finally arrived at the place that he had picked out for us, and we had
a wonderful picnic and even strolled around the area looking at all of the scenery
before we finally headed back home.
On the way back, I got tired and fell asleep. But, all of a sudden, I felt a
hand probing around my pussy. In retaliation, I grabbed his bulge. He took my
fingers and showed me exactly how to squeeze it very slowly. Then he had me
show him how to touch my pussy so that I would just feel real good. So we did
that to each other all the way home, and that seemed to eat up the time real fast,
and we were back home before I realized it.
Later that evening, daddy apologized for taking advantage of me. But I
replied, "Oh that was so much fun doing it while I watched everyone go by, and
on the way back, we even made each other feel real good all the way back home.
Oh daddy, you have no need to apologize. Why we both had lots and lots of
fun."
I couldn't go out without a pair of pantalets on because still being a
prepubescent girl, my dress only came down just past my knees, and my
pantalets had those real frilly legs that came clear down to my ankles. I would
have looked really very undressed without a pair on.
But as I got older, my dresses eventually lengthened until they almost
touched the floor.
CHAPTER 4
As daddy and I continued on with our love affair, Martha had to accept
the fact that it was not going to end, and would have to put up with it the best
that she could. Daddy paid her well, and she knew what would happen if she
quit. Many times, she caught me on daddy's lap with his hand up under my
dress. But she just looked the other way and went on about her business.
I noticed that during my thirteenth year, my body started to change quite
rapidly, and that's when daddy and I realized that I was no longer just a little
girl anymore because I was now very rapidly changing into a woman. We both
watched as my breasts started to grow out, and soon, I was sprouting pubic hair,
and I noticed that my orgasms seemed to become even more intense. Except for
the orgasms, I really didn't want to change. I wanted to stay the way I was so
that daddy could do all sorts of good things with me, and we didn't have to
worry about me having a baby, and I didn't want to wear the full dresses that
the women wore. I wanted to continue to wear the children's short dresses with
the pantalets sticking out of the bottom of the dress.
But, alas, time does march on.
It was on my fourteenth birthday, when that fateful day happened. We
were in the middle of my birthday party when I felt something quite wet in-
between my legs. I excused myself, and ran to Martha. We went into my
bedroom, and she helped me get cleaned up. The pantalets that I was wearing
were a bloody mess, and I heard her say, "Well Mary, I guess that you have now
joined the royal social order of adult women now."
Then she helped me put some cloths under my pantalets to catch the
blood, and said, "Now, you two will now have to be very careful from now on
with what you do with each other. Just one false move and you WILL have a
baby." She then proceeded to tell me the best times of the month that we could
do it with reasonable safety, and I thanked her for her concern.
That night, I slept in my own room, still wearing the pantalets to keep the
cloths in place, and I even cried myself to sleep. Why I was so miserable that I
almost wished that I would die.
Daddy came in and tried to comfort me. But I just shrugged him off and
bawled all the more.
For the entire time that I had my period. No one could even get near me,
and they finally left me alone all to my very own miserable self.
A day after it went away, I went back to daddy. But now sex seemed no
longer fun for me. But I think he understood, and just cuddled with me. I knew
that because of my misery, I was making him miserable also.
It wasn't until after I was through with my second period that I let him
do anything to me. We copulated for the first few days, and after that, I
wouldn't let him put his penis inside of me anymore. So we went back to the
sexual pleasures that we enjoyed before I had lost my hymen.
I knew that daddy certainly wasn't enjoying the sex that we had now as
much as he did before. We even talked about it, and he soon realized that I was
even more miserable about it than he was. But we both finally came to terms
with it, and accepted it for what it was. Being no longer a child - I realized that I
was now a woman, so we continued to enjoy each other as best as we could.
But early in my fifteenth year, we got just a little too careless and it
happened - I got pregnant. The doctor confirmed it. So, as to have a name for
the baby, daddy arranged for us to get married. We both knew that this would
happen one day, but time does very relentlessly march right on - stopping for no
one.
It was just a small private wedding, and all that we had there was Martha
and a few of his friends. He did let me pick out a wedding dress, and he
purchased a huge diamond ring for me. He told the jeweler that he wanted a
bigger diamond, but the jeweler said that this one was the biggest practical
diamond that he would recommend me to wear. I realized from the size of the
diamond in the ring that daddy still loved me.
I was so glad that Martha attended the wedding. Ever since daddy
brought me home, she has been just like a mother to me, and although she never
approved of our sexual adventures, she was there for me all the time anyway,
just like a mother, to give me practical advice whenever I needed it, and to help
me grow up.
When Martha's birthday came around, daddy and I held a huge party in
her honor, we gave her many presents, and a few that were quite expensive. I
guess she didn't quite realize just how much we really appreciated her until the
party. Why she just sat there, and cried and cried when we told her that she was
just like a mother to me, and how much we had appreciated her.
I was almost sixteen when I gave birth to our first child. She was a girl,
and I named her after my mother, Ruth.
From what Martha told me, it was an easy birth. But I thought that I was
being literally ripped apart before she finally came out.
Martha helped me take care of her, and guided me in breast-feeding her,
and all of the other important things that I needed to know.
I let daddy hold her, and he thought that she was the cutest thing that
ever happened. But I knew that daddy really preferred me the way I was as a
child, so I told him that since he lost me to adulthood, he could do whatever he
wanted with his daughter as long as she was happy with it.
CHAPTER 5
About a year later, daddy knew that Ruth was not going to be his only
child, so we went looking for larger quarters for our beginning family. Of course,
we were quite undecided whether to build a new house or to renovate an older
one. We spent most of the summer looking and talking with architects.
We finally found suitable quarters that was conveniently located. It even
had a real big ballroom, ten bedrooms, servant's quarters for six, a carriage
house, and a barn.
We eventually got moved in and had to buy quite a bit more furniture to
make it livable. We decided to furnish the rest of the house from estate sales and
auctions.
Along with Martha and the cook, we hired two other servants to keep
the house looking nice because Martha had her hands full just looking after the
baby and us. We also got a liveryman to tend to the carriages and the horses.
We had just gotten our new house livable when I got pregnant again, and
I was near the end of my seventeenth year, when James, our son was born.
I was twenty, when our third child was born. It was another girl, and I
named her Martha after the dear woman that had spent most of her life looking
after us.
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Ruth was almost five, when I had just got through bathing her. Oh yes,
our family was very clean. We all took baths almost twice a week whether we
needed to or not. Most other people that we knew bathed at most once a week
to maybe only once a month. It took a lot of work to fill the tub with warm
water and to empty it each time. Luckily, this house was built in such a way that
that chore was fairly easy.
Oh, yes, I had just got through bathing Ruth, when daddy walked in. So
I said, "Do you want to hold your lovely daughter?"
I had just dried her, when Mike picked her up and put her on his lap.
Mike was very attentive to his children, and even played with them quite
often.
I watched as Ruth put her arms around her daddy, and he gave her a big
hug, and asked, "How does it feel to be naked on your daddy's lap?"
"Oooo, it feels really funny daddy, but I like it though."
Then Mike gave her a few pokes, and she giggled. Then I watched as he
ran his hand all over her small body as she cuddled against him, seemingly really
enjoying all of his touching.
Gradually I noticed his hand migrating down to her pussy, and I
watched as she actually spread her small legs for him and allowed him to make
her feel real good down there as she cuddled against him. They were that way
for quite a while before Mike finally put her back down, and insisted on dressing
her himself.
At that moment, I knew that I had lost Mike to Ruth. Although he
would continue to shower his attentions on me, I knew that I was going to
gradually loose him to Ruth.
Over the next few days, several times I observed Ruth on his lap all
cuddled up to him while he had his hand up underneath her dress.
One day, as I was preparing to give Ruth a bath, I asked her if she would
like daddy to bathe her. I saw her eyes light up as I heard her reply, "Oh yes, I
want daddy to bathe me! He's lots of fun!"
Mike was in the other room when I said, "Your daughter would like you
to bathe her. Do you wish to do the honors?"
After I heard him reply, "Sure, why not," I then watched as he walked
into the bathroom and said, "How's my sweetie this morning. Do you want
daddy to bathe you?"
I heard her giggle as she replied, "Oh yes, please daddy!"
I then watched as Mike got down on his knees and proceeded to bathe
his little daughter as she giggled and laughed. Then she stood up for him so that
he could bathe her bottom, and I watched her put her wet arms around his neck
as he rubbed soap all over her little pussy and bottom, and I noticed that she
wouldn't let go of his neck for quite a while, until after she was well satisfied.
After he had dried her off, I heard him ask her if she would like to have
him kiss her on her other lips. I watched as she looked quite quizzically at him
until he pointed to her pussy. She then giggled, and said, "Oooo, that sounds
like fun."
So I saw Mike grab her up, take her into the bedroom, and then plop her
down on the bed.
He then got down in-between her legs, and started kissing all around her
vulva as I heard her giggle and squeal. Then she gradually fell silent as he
worked his way on into her crack, and she just laid there with her eyes closed
and her legs spread out as far as she could spread them while Mike worked the
inside of her crack and clit over and over with his mouth and tongue.
I knew he was there for quite a while before he finally lifted his head
back up again.
But then I heard, "No no daddy, keep on doing it more."
When I saw him look at the pleading face of his daughter for a moment,
I watched as he got his head back down, and I watched as Ruth just closed her
eyes again and smiled as she wiggled all around - feeling her daddy's mouth
and tongue all over against her pussy again.
As I watched the scene, it reminded me many years ago when Mike first
did that to me, and how I had loved it. I wished so much that I could somehow
turn back the clock to those days again when he first rescued me. Oh they were
so much fun.
Finally, Mike lifted his head once more, and Ruth complained again. But
then I heard him say, "Ruth, my tongue feels like it's about to break off, and
besides, I think you've had enough for one day. We can do that another time.
All right?"
Ruth looked very disappointed as she replied, "Well, all right daddy."
Mike then helped his little daughter get dressed. First, he put on her
pantalets, then he got her petticoats on, and then slipped her dress down over
her head. Then he brushed her hair, and afterwards gave her a kiss, and sent her
on her way.
Mike then turned and looked at me and said, "I suppose you also want
the same treatment." Without a word, he picked me up and tossed me on the
bed. Then he lifted up all of my petticoats, got my pantalets down and off, and
then proceeded to give my pussy the same treatment as he did our little
daughter. Why it felt so good that I just had to moan, and soon, went into an
orgasm. After I recovered, he put my pantalets back on, and said, "How was
that?"
I looked at him and decided that maybe he was still my daddy for just a
little while longer yet. So I got off of the bed and gave him a good kiss just
before I said, "You sure have your way with the women in this household, don't
you."
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Mike continued to bestow his attentions on Ruth, who was very
receptive to her father's advances, and it was only a few months later, when he
had her sucking on his penis. Of course, he only had her do that to him when I
wasn't available for sex, which was most of the time now anyway.
I realized at the time that Ruth had become his special daughter. He
liked his son, James, and his other daughter, Martha, but somehow they just
didn't get the special treatment from him that Ruth got, nor did they even
realize it.
As James and Martha got old enough to bathe themselves, we just let
them go ahead and bathe together in the same tub. That way, the servants didn't
have to empty and refill the tub so it was much more convenient that way. Of
course, the kids just loved to play in the water and I would leave them there for
as long as they wanted.
The two of them seemed very close to each other in both age and
temperament, and they seemed to get along very well together.
It was about four years after Martha was born, that I had my next child,
Rebecca. Here I was only twenty-four, and I had four children already. At the
rate that I was going, I was going to have a small town of children before I
reached the age where I couldn't have babies anymore.
I now wanted some way to turn off the baby machine, so I talked with
the doctor. He said that it was risky, but he knew of a surgeon that might help
me. But I decided to put it off until I was really desperate.
As I continued to think about it, I thought that it was either that or
abstain from having sexual intercourse with my husband altogether, and of
course, I didn't want to do that either. I knew if I did that, Mike would then
give all of his attentions to Ruth; maybe even have her sleep with him just like
we had done so many years ago. So, I decided to be just a little more careful for
the present.
Oh how time does fly. I wished that there was some way that I could
slow it down, but I guess that there isn't. I guess, the best way is to just enjoy
the moment while I can, and then cherish all the memories of what had been.
CHAPTER 6
Having finished my education, I was suffering from the dreariness of
having four kids screaming all through the house all day.
So remembering my plight just before Mike rescued me, I decided to
have a visit to the orphanage that they had in our city.
While there, I found that it was a most dreadful place, and I really felt
sorry for all of the children that they had there. This was most probably the place
that I would have wound up in if Mike hadn't come along when he did on that
fateful day. So I decided to talk to Mike about it.
That evening, I told mike all about the orphanage, and I even mentioned
that it was the place that I would have eventually gone to if he hadn't come by
on that fateful day. Then I asked him if there was some way that we could do
something to improve the conditions there.
At this point, Mike was doing very well on his investments, so he
thought that he could donate a sum of money to the orphanage, but it wasn't
enough to make that big enough difference though. Then he suggested that we
could hold a ball at our house, and see if we could raise more money that way.
Our house was actually a mansion, and I knew the ballroom could hold maybe
about two hundred people. But we had used it very seldom because we were
always way too busy with our own personal life to use it like we had first
intended.
So we held a series of balls that did raise a princely sum for the
orphanage, and we were able to renovate, enlarge, and even hire more staff for
the orphanage. I worked with the director to make sure that the children were all
well taken care of, and worked with the police department to make sure that
they would send those children in need to the orphanage, and not just let them
wander around on the streets. We also started an adoption service to see that we
could place some of the children into caring homes where they would be loved
and taken care of.
Because of my own childhood experience, I became very involved with
the social welfare of the poor orphan children of our city.
CHAPTER 7
I am still very concerned with my sexual relationship with Mike. I must
admit that I am very jealous of Ruth and the way Mike dotes on her. She
reminds me of when Mike first brought me home, and how we used to have a
whole lot of sexual fun together. Oh how I longed for those happy days of long
ago when I had Mike all to myself.
I knew that my breasts were now of average size, and Mike always liked
to play with them. Of course, he liked my trim womanly figure, and he still loves
to have sexual intercourse with me whenever I can safely do it. But when it
comes to oral sex Ruth is the one he goes to now. I believe it's because her pussy
is real nice and hairless just the way mine used to be. Mine now has that awful
big hairy bush all around it, and, looking into a mirror, I realized that it is a very
ghastly sight to look at. I guess Ruth reminded him of me when we first met,
and he has been with her now as much as he can be.
The other two, Martha and James, have eventually gotten to the point
where I've even seen them touching each other in the tub. I guess that neither
Mike nor I ever bothered to stop them from doing that because I realized from
my own experience, it was really quite harmless and. of course, a whole lot of
fun.
As time went on, I realized that they are now enjoying it more and more
with each passing day, and I now thought that they were letting their sex play
get a little out of hand.
But all too soon, I realized that they were no longer satisfied with just
playing with each other in the bathtub. They now go into either of their
bedrooms and get undressed during different times of the day. So, I had to limit
them to the evenings just before bedtime.
Ruth taught them how to do oral, and they are now having even more
fun with each other than ever before.
I really can't say too much about the sexual habits of the members of my
family because I remember what Mike and I did together when I was still just a
little girl. I also remembered all the enjoyment that I got out of our sexual
relations that seemed just out of this world, and because of that, I certainly
didn't want to stop my own kids from having those same enjoyable experiences
that both Mike and I had.
I really didn't care if it was morally right or wrong. I just remembered
that after I got into it, I just couldn't do without it, and I remember how I
would look forward to the evening when Martha went home, and we would
hurriedly get undressed and have fun with each other. All I wanted was that the
children enjoy themselves just like I did, but keep it in the family.
CHAPTER 8
Both Mike and I loved to take tours on horseback, and as soon as the
children were old enough to stay on a horse, we gave them riding lessons also.
Of course, Rebecca was still too young, and we left her with Martha.
Saturdays was our day for riding and all of us, except Rebecca, would go out on
our rides, and we'd have a picnic, and then we would ride back again. We
taught the two girls how to ride sidesaddle, but when they were with just us,
they rode in a regular saddle. Of course I noticed that the girls liked to ride their
horses in a certain cantor, and I knew just why they did that as it made them feel
real good down there. Of course, Mike knew that secret also and would often
enjoy watching the girls get their jollies as we rode along. But, poor James, he
didn't know what was going on, and missed out on observing all of the fun that
the girls were having.
One day, when Ruth was in the middle of her ninth year, we were
coming off of a ride, when Ruth was complaining of a hurt in-between her legs.
When we got home, I had her lift up her dress and I saw some blood on the
crotch of her pantalets. I then had her take them off, and as I examined her
vulva, I noticed that I could see her vagina, and that's when I knew that her
hymen was now missing.
I really don't know why God made females so complicated, but we sure
are.
After examining her, I realized that when Mike finds out about it, Ruth
will have something else to enjoy, and I might even lose Mike altogether.
Of course, Mike did find out a few of days later that Ruth was missing
her hymen. So, he slowly introduced Ruth into the pleasures of sexual
intercourse, and he was soon spending most of his evenings now in Ruth's
bedroom. He only paid attention to my sexual desires during that time of the
month that I felt it safe to have sex with him. Of course, he would never even
bother to touch me any more at any other time of the month because he now had
Ruth to play with.
I was now very jealous of Ruth, and getting very desperate sexually. I
too, wanted a little romp in bed each evening, but I couldn't do it for fear of
getting pregnant.
Here I was, still at the age when many girls were still courting, and I
desperately needed to get my husband back. But then I didn't want to be a baby
machine either, and I felt that I had enough children to love already. So, in
desperation, I went go see the surgeon that my doctor had recommended.
I made an appointment, and when that fateful day came, He had me lie
down on a table, and then he stuck something up my vagina. It hurt quite a bit.
Then, when he was all through, he told me that I shouldn't have any more
children. His fee was quite high, but I paid him and hoped for the best.
Several days after the procedure, I told Mike what I had done. He
started to pay a little more attention to me, but then, I realized that I still didn't
feel very well, and I didn't know what was wrong until one morning, I was just
too weak to get out of bed.
He got the doctor in and he examined me and finally said that I had a
terrible infection. He gave me something to take and drained my blood, and the
he came to examine me every day, but it just kept getting worse and worse.
About a week later, I was lying in my bed with a very high fever while
the doctor tried everything that he knew of to make me well again, but I still
kept getting worse and worse until I was now almost delirious with the fever,
and sweat was pouring from me.
But then it happened!
After I closed my eyes, all of a sudden, I felt myself floating around the
room and seeing Mike and all of my children huddled around my bed. A
moment later, I saw a very bright light, and felt a hand grasp mine. I followed it,
and then it was all over.
CHAPTER 9
The funeral was a big one and there were several hundred people in
attendance. Mary was buried at the local cemetery, and a great marble
monument was ordered. When it was finished, it was placed over her grave.
There were a lot of big monuments in the cemetery, but this was the
biggest monument of all in the cemetery, and it read: 1707 - 1731. Mary
Thomas, Beloved wife of Mike Thomas. Blessed Mother of Ruth, James,
Martha, and Rebecca. She died because of a doctor's bungling.
The whole family went into mourning over the loss of Mary. Mike
quickly sought out the doctor that had done the operation, had a duel with him,
and shot him dead.
Eventually, the family gradually returned to their normal routine.
Martha and James went back to enjoying each other's bodies in the
evenings, and Mike finally visited Ruth's bedroom again, and that's when Ruth
asked, "Daddy, when are you going to love me like you did before mother
died?"
"How about tonight my little sexy princess."
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