FRANCIS
by DoctorP

I am seventy-six years old, a survivor of the Batan Death March, and
in most ways a man's man. I practiced medicine in Minneapolis for
over thirty-five years. Certainly, I am no pedophile. The sight of a
young pre-pubescent girl from any view has never aroused me.
Nevertheless, I fell in love with a twelve year old girl. And,
everything I ever knew about sex I learned from her, or rather, with
her. I learned how to be slow and gentle; I learned how to bring
shudders of orgasm rippling through her; I learned by the feel of
her nipples whether she was through or whether she wanted more; I
learned how to kiss and lick and tease and give pleasure that
multiplied my own by the thousands.
 
It was November of 1941. At twenty-one, the Army owned me. Together with
thousands of others at Fort Monmouth, N.J. we waited for the war to get
to America. I hated the Army, I hated Fort Monmouth, but most of all I
hated the barracks. So I rented a sleeping room in the town. I had been
a medical intern and was made a first lieutenant. That gave me some
leeway and was I able to spend many nights at my room and almost every
Sunday.

That is where I met Francis. Her father was also in the Army
stationed in England as part of the lend-lease agreement. Her mother
worked in a factory on the three to mid-night shift. She was glad to
have a man come into the house even though I was not there every
night. Francis was twelve. She was gorgeous, at least to me. I did
not seduce her and she certainly did not try to seduce me, we just
fell in love. 

She was not precocious. When I first saw her, I didn't look for, and I
didn't see any swelling of breasts at all. All I saw was a beautiful
young girl. She was very light skinned with shining red hair and blue
eyes. Her hair was cut rather short almost mannish in the pixie style of
the day. Her white blouse and long skirt showed her to be the school
girl that she was.

Our relationship started the first day. Although, I was not supposed
to be "in charge" of her, her mother reminded her in front of me
that she was to be in bed by nine o'clock. I had rented a little
bedroom on the third floor (really the attic) with a built-in
bathroom. Her bedroom was on the far side of the floor below. Shortly
after nine that night, I was in my room when I heard a little knock.
When I opened the door, Francie was there. She wore a floor length
flannel night gown that covered her from neck to toes. Only her
beautiful face and hands were visible. I was delighted to invite her
in.

"I only wanted to say, 'Goodnight'", she told me.

"I'm glad you did", I replied. "You look so pretty." She blushed.
Clearly, she knew that I meant it.

I reached down and took both of her hands in mine. Drawing one to my
lips, I gently kissed it. "Sweet dreams, beautiful lady", I told
her. For what seemed like hours her eyes were glued to my face. Then
with the sweetest smile, she turned to go, I gently grasped her
shoulders, leaned down and kissed her cheek.

It was as if lightning bolts went between us. She leaned back on me
and tilted her head. The softest little "Oh" escaped her lips. I
knelt down, she turned back and we were face to face. A little
motion of her head, and it was obvious she wanted me to kiss her on
the lips. Softly I did so. She had no experience and neither did I.
So, of course, we didn't French kiss or anything like that. But, it
didn't get over in an instant either. And, when it did, it was I
that broke it. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "You are the
most beautiful girl I have ever met." And, it was true. It wasn't
until she hugged me that I realized that she did indeed have
breasts. Little firm knobs that felt like fire on my chest. I patted
her back and told her more firmly than I felt, "Now you really must
go to bed, good night sweet Francie." She hugged me again and left. 

I was drained. How could I be attracted to a twelve year old girl?
No, there had never been a steady girl friend. Yes, I was still
virgin myself, unless you counted my hand. But, a twelve year old
girl! I went to bed distracted and worried. I had had little sleep
when I left for the Fort in the morning.

It was three days (and two long night) before I was able to leave my
post again. Hardly any one had phones in those days so I was not
able to call. Night had fallen, I used my key to enter the house and
Francis came running.

"I thought you were never coming again", she wailed.

"Ten thousand charging elephants couldn't keep me away", I joked. 

Dropping to my knees again, our arms encircled each other and we
kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Somehow we knew to get our lips wet
and slippery. Truly, her lips tasted sweet. I couldn't get enough of
her kisses. She couldn't either. Those little breasts were smashed
against my chest. It was delirious. I had to pry her arms off me. 

>From that moment on, it was clear that Francis was my life. I didn't
know how I could stand it. I bolted up the two flights of stairs to
my room, went to the bed and plopped on my back. I wanted her. But
she was TWELVE. What was I going to do? 

I don't know how long I lay there in the dark until the sound of a
tiny knock-knock came into my consciousness. Then from the dim
hallway light, I could see a little figure enter the room.

"Are you there?" she asked.

"Yes, Francie."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

She came over to me.  "Are you mad at me?"

"No, not at all."


"Why did you run upstairs?"

I waited a long time to answer. Should I tell her the truth? Was I
just being naive and silly? At last I decided to tell her. It was
cold in the room. I saw Francis shiver. So, I got up, pulled the
comforter aside and lay down again. Drawing Francis down beside me,
I covered us both with the comforter.

"No, Francie, I am not mad at you. Quite the reverse. Your sweetness
and beauty have entranced me. But, I am twenty one and you are
twelve. We should not be together. In fact you should not be in my
room. Do you understand?"

This time it was she that hesitated. Finally, with a maturity that I
did not expect, she began. "I know that I am twelve. But, I want to
be with you. I have read that in the old days, girls even got
married at twelve. You have been so nice to me. I have spent every
moment thinking about kissing you again. I was so afraid you would
not come back." 

By now I was crying. It seemed that our hearts were knit together.
She sensed my tears and climbed on top of me. Pulling up she kissed
the tears from my eyes. She put her full weight on me, and I felt
those breasts again. Instantly, I was erect. Afraid that she would
feel it and be fearful, I rolled to my side. 

We began kissing again. This time our tongues seemed to
automatically begin to play. It really was play. We explored each
other's mouths, tasted and sucked each other's tongues and lips, and
reveled in the sweet warmth of our mouths. I kissed her nose, her
eyes, and her ears. She loved having her ear lobes sucked. Then the
tickling began. Her giggle wasn't girlish, somehow it was sultry. It
invited and cajoled without words. She was ticklish in all the
usual places, under her arms, behind her knees, and on the bottoms
of her feet. 

We played for a long time. I worried about the time, glanced at my
radium dial watch and saw that it was ten o'clock. Her mother would
leave the factory in just over two hours. How had time flown so
fast? I already hated that Francis was going to have to leave me.
Sensing my thoughts, she turned somber too. The play mood was
broken. She crawled on top of me again. I knew that she could feel
my hardness because she adjusted herself so that her mound pushed
down on it. I caressed her back and ran my hands down over her soft
buttocks. The tickling was just a prelude. We rolled over until I
was on top of her. Though my weight was on my knees and arms, my
erection pushed down on her. She raised her hips and I thought I
would explode on the spot. We were ready for more.

I pulled her to the center of the bed. She lay on her back and her
breathing became ragged. She knew that more than tickling was
coming. My own breath caught in my throat as I lay on my side by her
and began caressing her face. My fingers made long strokes from her
forehead, down her face, down her throat to the V of her blouse.
After only the second stroke, she reached up and unbuttoned her
blouse. My fingers stroked her again, went over the center of her
bra and continued down her softly indented stomach. She drew in a
little breath of air as I explored her stomach and slipped my
fingers under the waistband of her skirt. Finally I circled the
bottom of her ribs and started up her chest. Just as I touched her
little bra, her hands flew up to mine and stopped me. She pushed my
hands back and whispered, "Just a second." She sat up. In the half
light that came through the mostly-closed door, I watched her finish
taking off her blouse and then, reaching behind her, she unsnapped
the little training bra that she wore and pulled it off. I was in
heaven. Those sweet little half lemon breasts were high and pointed
outward. Her nipples were crinkled and erect. All I could say was
"Thank you, Francie." 

She lay down again, pulled me to her and sighed. I felt like Columbus as
I explored those soft little breasts with the hard rubber nipples. It
was easy to for us to talk, "Does this hurt?", "How does that feel?",
"Do you like that?" She was not shy. Soon, I learned how to gently move
my fingers over her nipples. She liked me to pull them up just a little
and let them pop back. I loved it. At last, I asked her if I could kiss
them. This time she didn't answer. She just pushed her chest up to me in
reply and a whole new learning experience began. What can be sweeter
than sucking in a whole breast? Popping nipples is even more fun when
done with the lips especially when a tongue licks them in place after
the pop. 

Midnight drew near and we were still playing and tickling and
popping and sucking. I lay back and said, "You must go back to your
room, your Mother will be coming home soon." She asked the time, I
told her and she replied, "Mommy won't be home for half an hour." We
both lay on our backs saying and doing nothing, dreading the coming
separation. 

At length she said, "Do you know what else I thought about?" 

"No, I replied."

"I thought about us being under the covers with no clothes on at all." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. I want our skin to touch."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Let's do it quick before Mommy gets home."

I couldn't believe she was taking the initiative like this. She
hopped up, and began pulling off her socks. My fingers were
trembling as I unbuttoned and pulled off my clothes as fast as I
could. But I stopped as she pulled off her skirt and panties. She
was gorgeous. Her waist was narrow, her hips were showing the
beginning of a woman's swell. Her mound was prominent with thin
wisps of hair and two full pouting cleft lips.

"Hurry", she said and jumped back under the comforter.

She giggled when I pulled down my shorts and my erection popped up.
Somehow, it wasn't embarrassing. Like her, I wanted our skin to
touch. 

We came back together under the comforter. She drew tight to me,
then once again, slipped on top of me. Her skin was hot and silky
soft. I don't think I breathed as she adjusted herself. Her legs
straddled me, her vulva pressed against the shaft of my penis. How
wonderful it felt. Slowly, my hands began to caress her back and
explore the softness of her buttocks. She wrapped herself tight
around me. Every part of our bodies were pressed together. She lay
totally still. I stopped my caress with one hand in the middle of
her back and the other cupping her butt. Softly, she whispered, "I
love you, Billy. I love you. I love you. I love you."

"And, I love you too, Sweet Francie, with all my heart."

"I never want to be away from you, even for a second."

That broke my heart, and I began crying again. Any minute now, she
was going to have to leave. And who knew when we would be together
again? She started to sob. And I knew that I had to send her away
right then or we would never make it before her Mother arrived.

"I'll be back again, Francie. Don't cry. But, you must go now or
we'll never be able to love each other again."
 
She sobbed, and I pled with her to go. At last she stopped and sat
up. I couldn't help it. I leaned over and sucked her left breast
into my mouth. I wished I could suck it forever.

"OK, I'll go", she said, "but you had better be back tomorrow." 

"Just as soon as I can."

She grabbed her clothes, held them to her stomach and started out
the door. Suddenly playful she flung the door open, turned her back
to me and wiggled her butt. I ran to the door to watch her go down
the stairs. At the bottom she turned and blew me a kiss. I returned
it.

Then with a flourish well beyond her years, she dropped her clothes,
faced me and spread her arms wide. I was enthralled by the sight.
Then she leaned over, grabbed her clothes and fled down the hallway.
Only then did I realize how I looked, standing in the doorway naked
with my penis jutting out.

Closing the door, I went back to my bed. I was exhausted. My
testicles ached. We used to call it "blue balls." I went into the
bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I just had to masturbate.
I watched myself stroke, but soon I was seeing Francie as she had
been in the hallway blowing me a kiss. Her beautiful smile, her twin
pink-tipped nipples, her beginning hour glass figure were burned
into my brain. Her legs were strong and firm and the light copper
covering on her mound faded to nearly hairless on her vulva. I began
to imagine my fingers slipping between those lips and my penis
exploded on the mirror. Again and again I came. Oh, Francie! 

I didn't come back on the next day, or the next or the next. The
Army had to come first no matter what I wanted. Over a week later,
they gave me Sunday afternoon off. I raced to Francie.
Unfortunately, it was to no avail. Her mother was there. Francis
just said, "Hi" and walked away when I saw her. I responded and went
up to my room. Then the worry started. Was she so cool because she
had changed or was she just being smart and keeping her Mother from
suspecting? Was it all over? I ached from head to toe.

With heavy heart I lay on the bed and tried to read a book. Hours
passed like centuries. Finally night came and I fell asleep. Dreams
and nightmares filled my mind. Midnight came, then one o'clock, then
two. I slept again. I woke with a start. A soft hand was touching my
arm. Ten thousand pounds left my chest as I realized that Francie
was there. She crawled into bed beside me and we kissed with more
passion than I ever thought existed.

As she crawled on top of me, my hand slipped up under her nightgown
and caressed her from calf to shoulders. She wore no panties or bra.
There was just tender girl under that nightgown. 

"I've missed you so much," she said. "I couldn't stand it when you came
in and we only said, 'Hello.'"

"Oh, Francie, I was afraid you didn't care any more."

"No, I will never, ever, ever stop loving you."

I wanted her so much then. But it was impossible to do more. What if her
mother heard us? We had to stop right away. It was OK though. I knew she
still loved me. She was wise too. So, after several more kisses she
slipped from the bed to go. My hands were still under her nightgown and
as she stood up, I pulled her gown up so that I could kiss her nipples.
She sighed with pleasure as my mouth completely enveloped her left
breast. With my left hand I popped her right nipple. She giggled. And
moved to switch breasts in my mouth. "This is the best way to say
goodnight," she whispered. I agreed.

No baby slept more peacefully than I the rest of that night. 

Unfortunately, the Army was still there. Another week passed and it
was Sunday again. At noon I was free to go back to Francie. Another
"Hi" repeat of the week before. But, I was not worried. Francie was
just being mature. Up in my room, I was soon sound asleep. It seemed
like only an instant that I was jolted awake. The door to the room
opened and Francie entered. "What are you doing here?," I whispered.

"You don't have to whisper," she said, "Mommy has gone to visit Aunt
June and won't be back until eight. I told her I had homework to do
and needed to stay."

I shivered with excitement. What a beautiful day. Sunlight streamed
through the high window on my room. Francie stood before me in a
cotton dress and bobby socks. 

"I just want to look at you", I said. I put her at arms length as I sat
up on the bed and looked into her eyes. The sunlight lit up her hair and
face. Beautiful couldn't half describe her. "I just want to look at
you," I repeated.

Misunderstanding me, she giggled, "OK" and crossing her arms in
front of her she grasped her dress and pulled it over her head. I
couldn't believe it but I wouldn't have stopped it for anything. She
had worn no bra and her tiny breasts hardly jiggled as her dress was
discarded. 

She stood with arms overhead as my eyes feasted on the sweetest
little titties in the world. I have wondered since on her innate
sense of the erotic for she slowly twirled around for me then
directly facing me she slowly pulled off her panties. Her pubic hair
was exactly the same red as her head. Only, there was much, much
less of it. Only now could I see how nearly hairless she was. Little
curly wisps decorated her mound but her lips had almost no covering.
Just little copper flecks decorated her vulva. After my eyes had
memorized every square inch of her body she sat back on the bed and
said, "Now it's your turn to undress." 

I stood up and began. My eyes never left body. As my shirt went off
and as I was unzipping my trousers, she reached down to remove her
socks. This caused her knees to open and for the first time in my
life I saw the pink flesh inside a girl's pussy. It was shining with
moisture.

I turned away as I drew down my underwear. "No," she said, "I want
to see you too." I turned back and my penis jumped with each beat of
my heart.

"Can I touch it?"

"Sure"

Now it was her turn to explore. She was just as eager as I had been.
The questions came non-stop. "Is it always this hard" "Can you make
it big whenever you want to?" "How come the end is purple?" "Where
does the pee come out?" "How much goes into a girl?" "Does it hurt?"
She was especially curious about my testicles. I told her it was OK
to feel them and explore. Soon she was cupping and gently squeezing.
I taught her to stroke my penis and we discussed the fluid that was
seeping out the end. 

"Does it taste bad?" 

I told her that I had tasted it and it tasted sexy. She giggled,
leaned over, and kissed the end of my penis. My whole body jumped
when she did that.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked in alarm.

"No, it just felt so good that I jumped"

"OK" And she leaned over and kissed me again. Involuntarily, I made
a little forward thrust. Instantly, she picked up on my motion and
sucked the whole head into her mouth. I was in shock. Here I was
standing beside a bed in broad daylight getting sucked by the most
beautiful twelve year old girl in the world.

Almost immediately, I felt an orgasm building and I pulled out with
a jerk. She looked up at me with "why" written in her eyes. I lay
down with her, pulled her over on top of me and began to explain a
man's orgasm. I told her how after a while when it felt really good,
that semen would shoot out. She wanted to know how it was different
than what she already had seen. She was satisfied when I told her
that I would show her later. "Now," I said, "I want to see and touch
you all over. I've never touched a girl between her legs and I've
never seen any girl there except you. I want to see more."

It was as if I'd pressed the erotic switch in her body. She
shuddered and rubbed her mound against me. Then, staying straddled,
she brought herself up my chest until her mound was almost in my
face. My hands caressed her bottom as she brought herself up. My
hands could not touch her in front. Then with incredible audacity,
she brought both hands down between her legs and spread her lips
apart. For the first time in my life, I really saw a girl's pussy.
She was slick with lubrication. The little pink tip of her clitoris
stuck out from beneath her hood. 

If my hands could not touch her, my mouth could. I raised my head
and drew her to me with my hands. For the first time in my life, I
smelled sex. She was deliciously wet. My lips went to the center of
her vulva and I felt her warm wetness on my face. Instinctively, my
tongue licked from bottom to top. When I reached her clit, she
jumped and then pressed down on me. I think she went through a
mini-orgasm for she shuddered, pulled back and then reached back to
pull my head tighter to her.

When finally, I withdrew she sighed, "That felt so good." We kissed
and I though about how the taste of her pussy was in my mouth and
the taste of my cock was in hers. We shared the taste.

It was a little cool in the room so I pulled her to the center of
the bed and covered us both. I lay down beside her, began to suck
her earlobe and renewed my exploration of her body, breast to tummy
to mound. Her mound hair felt soft with tiny curls. I moved my hand
down over her mound. She opened her legs.

"Yes," she sighed.

It was play time again. I pinched her outer lips together. Then I
found her clitoris and pinched it between her puffy lips. I
separated her lips and explored between them. Her lubrication
flowed. Now she was not only wet between her lips but she was wet
over and around and under them. Everywhere I touched was wet. At
last my finger came to her opening. I slipped just the tip inside.
Immediately she began the timeless rhythm of sex. It was as if she
had been having intercourse for years. I began little in and out
motions with my finger. She matched each stroke with one of her own.
She was enjoying it as much as I. My thumb went up to her clit and
began to slide from side to side.

"Oh my goodness", she said, "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness".
 
Over and over she repeated it like a mantra. Each stroke across her
clitoris brought another "Oh my goodness." Only a matter of thirty
seconds or a minute passed before her orgasm began. Like a little
earthquake from deep inside it spread in ripples through her whole
body. I could feel it on my thumb, I could feel it on my inserted
finger, I could feel it against my whole body which rested against
her. When she stopped, she lay quiet for the longest time. "What was
that?," she finally asked. Now it was time for me to explain a
girl's orgasm. 

We lay on our backs. She listened to my explanation. I told her that
if she rubbed herself it would feel the same and she could have
orgasms like that whenever she wanted. "I'm going to do it every
night," she said. It will be like you being here with me. I told her
that I would do the same. Like conspirators, we decided that we
would set our clocks so that we could wake up and both have orgasms
right at midnight.

Suddenly, she remembered my promise to show her my orgasm and she
reached over and grasped my erection. "Show me your semen squirting
out," she pleaded.

I was very ready to oblige. Kneeling between her legs, I stared at
her eyes. Her legs were spread. Her vulva was swollen open. Her
inner lips were spread like a flower and her still erect clitoris
raised it's hooded covering up into view. My erection was at it's
peak and I began long steady strokes. She watched as my pre-cum
bubbled out the head. I told her to rub herself like we had talked
about. She reached down between her legs and experimented with first
one finger then two. Finally she settled for one finger alternately
going up and down and back and forth. My orgasm began to build.

Watching me intently she asked "Will it still squirt out if I rub
it?"

"Sure"

"Then come closer."

I did and she reached up to grasp me. One hand stroked me, the other
stroked her own clitoris. She was inexperienced and slightly clumsy, but
who cared. Just looking at that little pixie figure, those perfect pink
nipples which made up the greatest part of her tiny cones, the slippery
wetness that shone between her thighs was enough. Imagining any one of
these views alone would have brought me over the top. Seeing them
altogether was overwhelming. It couldn't have been more than fifteen
strokes before I knew the end was near. "Point it between your legs," I
said. She obliged and I began to spasm. Her aim was perfect and the
first gush covered her finger, the second splattered on her mound. She
didn't miss a stroke as she pulled my ejaculate from her mons down to
her clitoris. I squirted again and again. Then, as if we had been
practicing our timing forever, she stretched her legs out straight. "Oh
my goodness," she gasped and her second orgasm took over.

Once again we lay silent. Then looking at each other, we simultaneously
said, "I love you." We both laughed. I raised up on one elbow and looked
at her. She was a woman satisfied. I got on my hands and knees. I kissed
her forehead, her eyes, her mouth, her neck, then each little breast.
Her nipples erected in my mouth. I suckled them endlessly, then broke
away and continued down her tummy, bypassed her mound and down one leg.
She giggled as I washed both of her feet with my tongue. Finally, I
began the upward climb. I began to kiss and lick her inner thighs, first
one then the other. She spread her legs for me. Who could resist a
beautiful young girl offering her inner self? Who would want to? I
washed her pussy with my tongue. The smell of my semen was strong on
her. 

From far away I heard her talking to me. "Come up and kiss my
mouth." I did and she washed my mouth and lips with her tongue. Now
even more we shared our sex juices. For ten minutes I went back and
forth from pussy to mouth until we were both completely clean and
only her unending wetness remained. At the end, I buried my nose
deep in her, then moved it up to rub back and forth on her still
erect clitoris. She drew me up to her mouth and cleaned my face as
if I were a kitten. Heaven was in Francie.

Fortunately, her hearing was keener than mine for she suddenly
stiffened. "Mommy is coming in the house," she whispered. In an
instant, she gathered her dress and like lightening tiptoed down the
stairs. By the time the front door closed, she was in her room and I
was left with her memory. I got up and locked the door to my room.
As I got back in bed a pleasant sight shocked my eyes. Her panties
were on the floor. I was so glad. I laid back on the bed, put my
nose in the crotch and breathed in her smell. My second orgasm soon
followed.

I was back again on the first Monday of December.  It was a sunny
day and I had gotten the afternoon off.  I was there before Francis
came home from school though her mother had already left for work.
When she saw me, the most angelic smile came over her face.  It was
as if her whole body lit up.  She ran to me, pulled me down to her
and covered my face with kisses.  I ended up lying on my back in her
front room reveling in her frantic hugs and kisses.  My hands
reached under her school uniform skirt and stroked her inner thigh.
She raised up to remove her panties.  Pushing her hand back, I said
"No, not now," I said, "I want to undress you myself."

"Yes," she said, "and I can undress you." She definitely had a
build-in sense of the erotic. She went back to my mouth and inserted
the tip of her tongue. Delicately, she probed, then withdrew and
probed again. Over and over her little tongue stroked into me. If a
mouth could have an orgasm, mine would have gushed gallons. She
stopped and began to talk.

"I rubbed myself at midnight every night and thought of you."

"So, did I," I confided.

"I really, really, really, loved the things we did.  Especially when
you licked my pee and then kissed my mouth.  That was the most fun."

Right then I knew that she had some terminology to learn. So, we began
to talk about our bodies. She wanted to know every term for everything.
We talked about breasts and nipples and titties and knockers and penises
and cocks and pussies and vulvas and vaginas and cunts and cherries. I
don't think any of the four-letter words were new to her but some of the
medical terms were. 

She looked into my eyes, pressed her mound against me and asked,
"Are we going to fuck?"

"Oh Francie, I want to more than anything.  But you are only twelve
years old.  You remember how we talked about a girl's hymen getting
broken.  It hurts her the first time and it makes her pussy bleed a
little bit.  I don't want to hurt you.  Maybe we should wait."

"OK," she said somewhat hesitantly.  "But, I think twelve is old
enough.  If girls used to get married when they were twelve they
must have had their cherries popped.  And if it only hurts the
first time that wouldn't be so bad."

Her logic was good, but I was scared.  "Let's think about it", I
said.  In the meantime we are having fun and I know we can have a
lot more.  Is that OK?"

She replied with her new vocabulary.  "Are you going to eat my pussy
tonight?"

"You bet I am," I said, reaching up and tickling her.  "But first, I
have to see it.  So let's get some clothes off you.

The setting sun was streaming a single beam through a side living
room window.  I pulled a low coffee table over to the beam.  She
knew what I had in mind and stepped up on it.  Facing the window,
the sunlight made a red spotlight on her.  I playfully pinched her
nipples then unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off.  Reaching
behind, I removed her bra.  Once again, I very gently pinched her
nipples and stroked both breasts.

"I love your titties.  I love their curves.  I love the little cones
they make especially when you are on top of me.  They are so nice to
suck.  Some day they will be big and your babies will suck them for
hours and hours."

"Our babies," she said.  I didn't contradict her.

I unbuckled the belt of her skirt and let it fall to the table.  She
stepped out of it and stood in panties, socks and shoes.  I made her
raise each leg and removed the socks and shoes.  Now it was just
Francie in panties.  I placed my hand on the crotch of her panties
and squeezed.

"You are wet."

"I know!  My panties have been sticky every day since I met you.
Every time I go to the bathroom I have to wipe out the inside of my
panties and wipe off my pee--my pussy.  I just want to rub myself
every time I am alone."

"I know, my little darling.  Now let's get these panties off you so
that I can eat your pussy."  I pushed my face into her crotch.  She
placed her hand behind her head and pulled me to her.  I loved the
smell of her sex.  Slowly, I pulled her panties down.  Stepping
back, I watched her step out of them as daintily as any ballet
dancer.  The sun made each hair on her mound glisten.   No one could
have staged an erotic tableau any better than this.  She closed her
eyes and drew one hand up to her breast.  This time she pinched the
nipple herself.  I knew she had been experimenting.  Presently she
said, "I feel like rubbing myself"

"Do it," I said, "Do it, I'll do myself too."  

She reached down to her mound with her right hand, and I drew out my
erection. She looked directly at my pumping as her hand began to
stroke. Now I was certain she had been doing a lot of experimenting.
Her left hand alternated stroking and rubbing of her nipples, her
right hand stroked her clitoris but every once and a while dipped
down between her lips and drew up more wetness. I was amazed at how
quick the "Oh my goodness" began. Her knees started to dip and I was
afraid she would fall off the table. I stepped to her and caught her
just as her last "Oh my goodness" ended and her shuddering began.
What a delightful feeling to hold an erotic pixie during her orgasm.
I put my hand between her legs. Every place was slippery. It felt as
if steam was coming up. Truly, happiness is a wet pussy.

When she had recovered, she said "I am hungry let's get something to
eat."  We straightened up the living room and went into the kitchen.
I fixed a can of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti for us which we ate like it
was the most delicious meal in the world.  She stayed naked while we
ate.  I pulled her chair next to mine on the same side of the table
so that my hands could go up her thighs.  She kept her legs spread
wide.  I left my cock out too, though it really wasn't that hard
any more.  As we were finishing, I slid my finger into the base of
her vulva until it slightly entered her vagina.  Then sliding it up
the slit to get as wet as possible I brought it up to my mouth and
sucked it.  

She giggled. 

"I'm just getting a little taste of my desert," I told her, "You
still want me to eat your pussy don't you?" 

"Yeesss," she almost shouted.  That was good enough for me.

"Then let's get going."

She stood at the sink and washed the dishes.  Her naked little butt
aroused me so much that I sat down by the table and started
masturbating again.  We had no embarrassment between us.  She looked
back with laughing eyes and said, "I am going to suck you tonight,
you know."

"Great, but what are you going to suck?" I joked.

"Your cock."

"Then you will be the prettiest, sexiest, loveliest cock sucker in the
entire world."

"And you will be the handsomest most charming most sexy pussy eater
in the world."

We were very much in love.

I came up behind her.  My hands found her breasts.  My erection
pressed against her back.  She raised her head for a long wet kiss.
Tears came to my eyes as I imagined us doing that every night of our
lives.

"I love you so much, Billy," she whispered, "more than all the
oceans, and all the mountains in the world."

I began to cry.  Finishing the dishes, she wiped her hands on the
towel, turned and said, "Now, no crying.  This is fun time.  I'll
race you upstairs."  She grabbed her clothes and raced out of the
room with me right behind her.  She took the stairs two at a time
and I didn't catch her until we were in my room.  We laughed and
giggled as I wrestled her down on the bed.  She was face down with
me on top of her.  I pulled off of her and she came up to her hands
and knees.  As I stood up, it was clear that we were in perfect
doggy style position.  My cock realized it too and came to full
attention.  I slipped it down between her legs.  My fucking motions
were automatic.  She reached down and pressed the shaft up to her
vulva.  It slipped back and forth so easily in her lubrication.

"This is like a hot dog on a bun," she laughed, "except the hot
dog is bigger than the bun."  After about a million strokes, I
pulled back a little.  She pushed the head up.  I knew it was right
at the entrance to her vagina.  One push and I could be buried in
her.  The temptation was almost impossible to resist.  I made a tiny
thrust and the heat of entering her almost made be cum instantly.
"None of that" I thought and withdrew.  She looked at me with her
"why" look and I said, "Not yet sweetheart.  Now is the time for me
to eat you for desert."  

She giggled.  "You need to get undressed first."

I stood and unbuckled my belt. "No," she said, "I get to do that."
She unbuttoned and took off my shirt. Leaning over she kissed my
nipples. I was amazed as they crinkled up as much as hers. I kicked
off my shoes and socks. She pulled down my trousers and my erection
popped up out of my shorts. "I think I am going to suck you first,"
she told me. She sat back on the edge and pulled me by the hand to
her. My cock was just at the right height for her. Taking the shaft
in her hand she pulled the skin back and then sucked the whole head
into her mouth. It was heaven. I was right on the edge of cumming
again. 

"Wait," I said, "go slow or I will have an orgasm this instant." 

She sucked the head back in again, this time a little softer. The
need to cum subsided and she began to suck and stroke me. She paused
and looking up at me asked, "Can you make just a little come out at
a time instead of a whole squirt?"

I laughed, "Maybe if we go real slow."

She sucked more slowly. Just at the moment of orgasm I told her to
stop. A little bubble of white cum bubbled out. She stroked the
shaft and pulled up more. Then leaning down, with one swipe of her
tongue, she licked the head clean. 

"Now kiss my mouth. My teacher told me that I should share," she
said with a giggle. 

I did and our tongues swirled my semen between them. We didn't
really need to swallow. It just kind of disappeared in our mouths.
"I want to do that again," she said. Thus began our hour of semen
sharing. She would bring me just up to orgasm, milk as much as she
could out of the shaft and share it with me. Again and again she
sucked me to mini-orgasms. 

Finally I could stand it no more. "I need to cum all the way," I
told her.

"And, I want to suck it out of you" she said. She put her head down
and as if she had been doing it for years brought me to a crashing
orgasm. I don't suppose much semen was ejected after our past hour.
And I won't know because as she looked up into my eyes I could see
her throat muscles move with swallowing.  How I loved my little
Pixie.

We lay back on the bed.  I needed to recover.  Her hand still
grasped my now softened penis.  

At last I said, "that was good, very, very good."

"I know.  It was fun.  It made my pussy so wet, see."  She drew my
hand down to demonstrate.  She was right.

"That is just the way I like it," I told her.  "Now come here."  I
slipped to my knees beside the bed and pulled her to me so that her
legs were over my shoulders.  I ran my hands up her chest to her
little jutting titties and buried my face in her pussy.  She let out
a deep sigh and spread her legs even wider.  I washed my face with
her juice.  Everywhere from my chin to my eyes was covered.  I
buried my nose as deep as I could into her vagina and began a little
face fuck.  She gasped and pushed up to me.  Finally, I brought my
tongue up to her and clitoris and began stroking it.  She seemed to
just relax and sink into the bed.  I kept my stroking steady and even
and light.  Soon she began to raise her hips to me and I licked a
little more firmly.  The inevitable "Oh my goodness" began.  I loved
the sound of that.  Her orgasm began.  I think she accidently let a
little urine out, because I tasted it.  That was no problem to me.
I didn't mind the taste.  I kept my mouth on her and made one last
bottom to top swipe. 

She pulled on my arms to bring me up. Once again we lay side by
side. She washed my face with her tongue and I was hard again.
Relaxing, we began to talk. We talked about every sexual thing that we
could think of. She wanted to know how bad it would hurt if I put my
cock in her. I told her that I did not know. But every grown woman
had had it and didn't seem to complain that much.  

"Your cock is so big. What if we started with something smaller and
stretched it out slowly?" I didn't know. I knew the hymen had to be
split and I didn't know if slow was better or fast. I placed my hand
back on her mound. It was still hot. Her knees opened. Placing the
center finger of my right hand at the opening of her vagina I began
to stroke it in. At first it was easy. She was still fully
lubricated. As it went in further, I was in awe at how tight and
slippery it was at the same time. There is no way my cock will fit
in here, I thought. 

"Put two fingers in."

"Do you really want that?"

"Ya, it feels good when you stretch it."

I wiggled my finger back and forth then began to stroke the second
in.  She pushed her mound up against me.  I pushed harder and deeper.

"Ow, that hurt."

"I'm sorry," I said as I withdrew my fingers, "I'm so sorry, I
didn't mean to hurt you." I felt really bad.

"Oh silly, it's not that bad.  We just pushed a little hard.  Do it
again."

Then I looked at my fingers.  They were covered with blood.  A
little bright red streak was on the bottom of her pussy.  We had
broken her cherry.  I told her so.

"Is that all there is to it?  That hardly hurt at all.  Put your
fingers back in."  I did.  I finger fucked her as deep as I could.
I even got three fingers in.  After a little bit there was hardly a
trace of blood on them.  "Can we fuck now?" she asked.  How could I
refuse?

I wanted to see every bit of our first intercourse. I turned on all
the lights in the room. What a beautiful sight. The bed was messed
up almost beyond repair. A beautiful red-headed nymph lay face-up
spread-eagled on top. Her smile promised every delight that ever
entered my mind. I came over on top of her. She drew her knees up
high so that her pussy was raised. Grasping my shaft she put the
head right at the mouth of her vagina. I pushed and the head
disappeared. I pulled back and it came into view shiny and wet.
Again I entered her. Then with one stroke I was completely buried.
She gasped.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, it's just so different.  Don't stop."

I didn't stop.  Fucking her was the greatest thing that had ever
happened to me.  Not only was the feeling out of this world but the
sight was unbelievable.  Her almost hairless lips were stretched
wide and each time I stroked past the broadest part they had to
stretch even wider.  

Francie raised her self up on her elbows so that she could see
better.  She had a very pleased-with-her-self expression on her
face.  "We're fucking," she said, "we're fucking, aren't we?"

"Yes my darling, we're fucking."  I was glad that I had cum before,
it allowed me to last longer.  Nonetheless, I began to feel my
orgasm building.  I paused so that it wouldn't happen too quickly.

"Is it over?"

"No, Sweetheart. I just stopped for a second. Do you want it to be?"

"NoOoo! I like it."

What more could you ask? I began to stroke again. Then I began to
hear as if from far away, "Oh my goodness...oh my goodness" It got
louder and louder. I stroked harder and harder. Then with one last,
"OH MY GOODNESS" she began to cum. Her shudders brought me over the
top and I emptied into her. This had been the most beautiful night
of my life. 

Later we bathed together.  I soaped her all over.  He vagina was
tender so I was especially careful as I cleaned her up.  As I dried
her off she looked like such a little girl.  I couldn't believe that
we had just had the must beautiful, loving intercourse imaginable.  

"It's like we are married," she whispered.

"Yes, my Darling Francie, it's like we are married.  You will be my
forever sweetheart."  

The evening was over.  She went back to her room.  I went to bed and
dreamt of her.  For some reason, I woke at mid-night.  Of course, I
masturbated.

I did not get back again for almost a month.  The Japs had invaded
Pearl Harbor and life at the Fort was in full chaos.  It was
impossible to get away.  Even my midnight promise went by the
wayside.  But thoughts of my dear Francis were seldom out of my
mind.  Occasionally, I could stop and rest.  When I did, I would
close my eyes and imagine each event of our lives together.  How I
wished to be with her.

On the night of Wednesday, January 8th, (I will never forget the
date), I got a two-hour liberty.  I rushed to her.  When I opened
the front door, she did not come running to me.  I heard the radio
playing and walked toward the sound.  She was in the kitchen with
her back to me, washing the dishes.  The radio was playing "Mares
eat oats, does eat oats ..."  I came up behind her and wrapped my
arms around her.  

She said, "Oh, Billy" and melted back in my arms.  We were in heaven
again.  I lifted her in my arms and we kissed.  Both of us were
weeping.  There could be no greater love than ours.  At last I sat
down on a kitchen chair with her on my lap.  Our lips never parted.
My hand slipped up between her legs.  I explored the incredible baby
softness of her thighs.  Her panties were soaked.  This was a
marvelous erotic child-woman.  I wanted to have her in every way at
once.

As my finger slipped under her panties and found her vaginal
opening, she broke the kiss.  "Oh Billy, let's fuck again. Can we?"

"Oh Francis, I want to fuck you and touch you and lick you and kiss
you all at the same time.  Yes we can fuck again"

She jumped up and began to remove her clothes. I followed. Before I
could get my undershirt off, she stood before me complete naked. Her
tiny rigid nipples and pouting cleft attested to her desire. I reached
down, cupped her mound and inserted two fingers. After several strokes,
I pulled my fingers out, picked her up and laid her on the table. She
spread her legs, I grasped them and pulled her butt to the edge of the
table. It was time to fuck again. My erection entered her easily. Again
she rose on her elbows to watch. I buried my cock in her again and
again. She was so slim that on each stroke I could see a tiny rise in
her abdomen. I withdrew but cum was already beginning to bubble out. She
grasped by erection and milked the cum onto her hand then licked her
hand clean. I kiss    er and we shared semen again. 

This wasn't enough, I loved seeing her but I wanted to hold her and
feel her in my arms.  I pulled her off the table.  She stood before
me as I sat in a kitchen chair.  I began to nuzzle her breasts,
stroke her back and cup her tender soft butt in my hands.  Then she
sat on my lap facing me, her legs straddling mine.  The brought her
mound up to my cock and she began to rub up and down.  We were hot
dogging again.  Suddenly she said, "Can we fuck this way?"

"I don't know.  How do you mean?"

"On the chair like this, try to put it in."

She raised up.  It was a little awkward trying to get my penis into
the opening of her vagina but we did it.  She sank down facing me.

"Oh," she said, "it goes so deep."  Then, "I think I like it even
better."

It was great for me.  I was deep in her.  I could keep my arms
around her and caress her back and buttocks.  I could lean her back,
kiss her and view her titties or pull her to me and feel them on my
chest.  It was definitely great.  Soon she began to move.  I grasped
her hips and helped her.  Way too soon she started to whisper, "oh
my goodness."  In seconds it went from whisper to full voiced "oh my
goodness!"  She came and collapsed in my arms.  I was no where near
my orgasm.  I didn't care though.  I loved her so much.  

She rested for less than a minute.  Then with head on my shoulder,
her hips started to move again.  First slowly, then with increased
speed and power.  It was great to be fucked.  Once again I grasped
her waist and aided her pumping.  Quickly, I was ready.  "Oh
Francie, Francie, Francie"  I thrust up into her and began the
greatest orgasm of my life.  She didn't slow down a bit but
continued pumping.  Then with a single "oh my goodness" I felt the
spasms of her vagina and she collapsed again into my arms.

We sat like that as long as we could.  I knew my liberty time was
soon to be up.  I reveled in the feeling of her back.  She was
relaxed as a baby.  My softened cock was still in her.  We were both
wet with our juices.  

"Darling Francis, I love you with all my heart.  You will always be
the only girl for me.  Now I must go.  I will come back just as soon
as I can.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe a year from now, but please wait for
me, darling."

She began to cry. I had to leave. I raised her up. My penis came out of
her. How I hated that. She sat back down on the chair as I dressed. She
leaned over on the table with folded arms and wept. I wept too. At last
I had to go. 

I went to the door. She ran after me. We hugged and kissed frantically.
The I pulled her away so I could look at her little naked figure. I
dropped to me knees for the last time, kissed her nipples then sucked
each breast into my mouth. Rising up I surveyed my Sweetheart. Tears
streamed down her face. Her red hair was messed up from our hugs. Her
tiny breasts were swollen with the promise of full womanhood. Her
stomach was indented. Only her mound protruded. Our juices covered the
lips and ran down the insides of her legs. She was beautiful. 

I ran from her arms.

I could not keep my return promise. Not tomorrow, not the next day nor
the next month nor the next year. We shipped out that night. I was
devastated. In days I was on a ship headed west from San Francisco. Days
turned into months, months into years.

I sent her letters. But of course, I did not dare to put true
feelings in them only words. I received only one from her. Her
memory never left my mind. I always tried to keep our midnight
promise. I never changed my watch from N.J. time. 

Eventually I was in the Philippines. We were captured on the island
of Batan. We were starved and beaten. My midnight promise was
forgotten. Sex was just not an important thought. But love was. Her
angel face kept me alive as we staggered near death under the
Japanese oppression. That story needs to be told somewhere else. I
survived and spent eight months in recovery at the Army hospital in
San Diego. 

When I was free to go I began to tremble with anticipation.  It was
1946 she would be nearly seventeen.  I hardly slept on that long
train ride.  I arrived in the city at two in the morning.  The
cabbie just grunted when I told him the address.  I don't know what
I was going to do at that time of day at her house, but I just
wanted to be near.  Two blocks away I told the cabbie to stop.  I
paid him and got out.  

It was terrible when I got there. The building was gone! It just
wasn't there any more. It had been completely torn down. For weeks I
wandered that neighborhood then surrounding neighborhoods. 

Finally a woman in the local bank told me she used to know Mrs. Miller,
now a widow since her husband had died.  She said her and Francis had
moved back to Oklahoma, where Mrs. Miller had grown up.  She gave me the
address of a good friend of Mrs. Miller's, and told me to make a visit
to her.

Well, excited, I drove to the address and spoke to an eldery lady named
Betty who, after listening to my story, gave me the address in Tulsa,
Oklahoma where Mrs. Miller had moved.  I couldn't believe it!  I rushed
to the train station and bought a ticket to Oklahoma City, where I could
transfer to Tulsa.  The whole trip there I was as nervous as cat in a room
full of rocking chairs.

When I finally made it to Tulsa, I took a cab to the address I was given and
found a huge two-story house that loomed before me.  Gathering up my courage,
I walked up to the door and knocked.  I heard a shuffling and foot steps and
an eldery man opened the door.  He was tall and lanky, with white hair and
dark grey eyes.

"Yes, can I help you, young man?"  The old man said.

"Uh yes, my name is Bill Edson.  I'm looking for Mrs. Vivian Miller."

The old man glared at me for a second and extended his hand.  "I'm Claud
Tetherson.  How do you do?"  I eagerly shook his hand and smiled at him.

He looked me over again.  "Whats your business with her?"

"I'm an old friend.  I just got out of the armed services and wanted to
talk to her, see how she and her daughter were doing."

He led me into the house and told me to sit on the sofa while he fetched her.

I sat down and waited for her when two energetic young girls came charging
through the room, heading out the other door deeper into the house.  They
hardly noticed my presence.  A second later, Francis' mother came into the
room, looking not a day older than I had last seen her.

"Do I know you?"  She sat down across from me, examining me.

"Mrs. Miller its me, Bill Edson.  I rented your attic for a while about
five years ago, back in New Jersey.  Remember me?"

I saw recognition cross her face, and then a calculating look that worried
me.  "Yes, Bill I remember you.  But why are you here?  I don't have a room
to rent here."

"Oh no, it is nothing like that.  First off, I heard about your husband, I'm
sorry about that, my condolences.  I'm not going to lie to you.  I came here
to see your daughter, Francis.  Is she here?"  I replied.

She looked at me for a second before answering.  "No, she's at work right
now, she won't be home for another hour.  You can wait for her if you'd
like.  I'm ..."  She was cut off by the two young girls who came running in
and stopped beside her.  They both had flame red hair and were obviously
twins, as they looked almost identical.  I guessed their ages at about 4 or
5.  One of the girls spoke up.

"Nanna, can me and Tracy stay at Sally's house tonight?  Her mom says its
okay.  Pleeeeeeease?"  The two of them were adorable.  She looked down at
the one who had spoke and told her they would talk about in a few minutes,
after she had finished talking to the nice man.

The girls both focused their attention on me for the first time and they eyes
bulged, and their tiny mouths hung open.  They looked like they had seen a
ghost.  They turned back to Mrs. Miller and said they'd be in their rooms.

They left and we resumed our conversation.

"Our those your girls?" I inquired.

She shook her head.  "No, their both Francis' daughters.  Didn't you know?"

I explained to her that I'd been overseas in the war and hadn't had any
contact with her since I'd left to go overseas, 5 years ago.

"Yes, their hers, she had them five years ago...."  Mrs. Miller looked up at
me, suddenly realizing something as she looked me in the eye.

"You..you are the FATHER, aren't you?"  Her eyes were wide, I couldn't tell
if she was angry or afraid or what.

"Honestly I don't know.  I suppose I owe you an explanation."  I told her
the whole story, not leaving out a single detail, up to the point where I
showed up here.

"That's the whole story.  I love Francis with all my heart.  If she'll have
me, I'd like to marry her, with your permission of course."

Just then, a knock came to the door.  It was a policeman, informing us
that Francis had been in a car accident, and was at the county hospital.
Well, Claud (Mrs. Miller's father) stayed to look after the children and
I went along with Francis' mother to the hospital.

We arrived a few frantic minutes later, and were met by a doctor, who informed
us that Francis had been driving home when a drunk driver hit the back of
her car.  Luckily, she was relatively uninjured, just a few scrapes and
bruises.  He led us to her room and Mrs. Miller stopped me.

"Let me talk with her alone for a few minutes, please?  Just wait out here
until I come get you."  She went inside.

Vivian rushed to her daughter's side and hugged her.  "Baby, are you ok?
How do you feel?"

Francis looked up at her mother and attempted a half-hearted smile.  "Hi
Mom.  I'm okay I guess, just tired."  She was depressed because her
car had been wrecked and she wuldn't have a way to work anymore.  It had
taken her a year to save up for the used car she had bought, and all it took
was one drunk driver to smash it to pieces.

"Dear, have you talked to the doctor yet?  Do they know when you'll be
released to come home?"  Francis told her that the doctor said she could
go tomorrow.  "Well, there's someone here that wants to see you.  I'm to
go talk to talk to the doctor, all right?"  Francis nodded and Vivian
left the room.

Mrs. Miller came out and told me I could go in now, that she was going to
talk to the doctor.  I opened the door and walked inside.  I wasn't
prepared for the vision before me.  At 12 she had been beautiful, at 17
she was absolutely stunning.  Her red hair was still cut short in the same
pixie cut, but the rest of her...

She had changed, but she was the same.  She hadn't simply grown, she'd
blossomed.  I wish I could say the same for myself, I was alot thinner
than five years ago, thanks to the concentration camp, and she must not
have recognised me.

"Do..do I know you?"  She kept looking at me, trying to put a name to the
face.  I walked to the side of the bed and took her hand and lifted it
gently to my mouth and kissed it.  I smiled at her, as I gazed lovingly
into her eyes.  "Francis its me."

For a few seconds, she still didn't recognise him.  Then she suddenly
realized.  It was.... "Billy!!"  She raised up and flung her arms around me,
and hugged me, crying tears of joy.  "I thought I'd never see you again!
Oh Billy I love you!  Please don't leave me ever again!"  She looked up at
me studying my face.

I leaned down and softly kissed her.  Five years of built up passion fueled
our passion as we kissed, she suprised me by french kissing me, which I had
never done before, but I learned quick!  Out tongues danced against each
other as we tasted each other for the first time in centuries, it seemed.

Our lips parted and stood there, explaining where I'd been for five years.
I told her about the army, my medical training, and my capture by the
Japanese and the years I spent in the concentration camp.  I told her it
was her that had kept me alive.  Her angelic face, her sweet smile.

"The last time you visited me, when we had sex, I got pregnant.  I gave
birth to twin girls.  We have two beautiful little girls!"  She seemed to
beam at the thought of the children.

"I know, I saw them at your house.  I went there looking for you, and talked
to your mother."  I told her that I'd told her mother the truth.  

"Francis, will you marry me?  I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She hugged me again and kissed me all over.  "Yes, of course I will!"
We kissed again and her mother interupted us, clearing her throat.  I held
her hand while we faced her mother.

"Well congradulations you two.  I talked the doctor into letting you come
home tonight, dear.  We can go home after they run a few more tests.  Bill
lets go wait outside, the nurse needs to get started.

Well, after about an hour, they finally released Francis and we headed home.
The second we walked in the door, the two little girls came running up and
hugged their mother.  We all went over and sat down.  Francis, me, and
the twins sat on the sofa while Vivian and her father went into the kitchen
to talk.  Vivian told her father everything.

I looked at Francis and then at my two daughters.  "Well, introduce us,
Franis."  Francis looked at Billy and then at her daughters, who were sitting
in their laps.  "Traci, Tammi, this is your father Billy.  He's going to live
with us now."  Their two little mouths hung open for a minute as they stared
at me, then Tammi softly whispered "Daddy?"  I nodded my head, and suddenly
I had twin girls pressed up against me, hugging me furiously.

Suddenly it was me crying tears of joy, as all my dreams were suddenly
coming alive in front of me.  I had my beloved Francis again, and I had
two sweet little girls (twins no less) to love and cherish.  Tammi and
Traci snuggled up to me and Francis and fell asleep in our laps, so I
followed Francis to their bedroom and tucked them in, and we went back to
the sofa and simply sat there, hugging each other.  After a few minutes,
we were awakened by Vivian and Claud who shooed us off to bed, knowing
we both needed rest.

We went upstairs to her bedroom and undressed each other, like we used to,
and started exploring each other's bodies.  I hadn't changed much, except
being thinner, but she had blossomed q     a bit.  Her breasts had barely
started forming 5 five years ago, and now they were full and ripe, about
the size of oranges.  Her flat belly led down to a bare pussy that I
recognized at once.  She was wetter than ever, and looked good enough to
eat.

We embraced and lovingly gazed into each other's eyes as we kissed.

I led her over to the bed and we lay down, and she went onto her back,
pulling me on top of her and pulled my manhood to the entrance of her
hungry cunt.  "Please fuck me.  I need it so badly."  I slid into her
and was suprised to find her as tight as I remembered.  When my cock
was burried deep inside her we both sighed contentedly, as our bodies
joined for the first time in 5 long years.  "I love you" I muttered as
I began slowly thrusting in and out of her, consumating our love and
our devotion to each other.

We gently made love for what seemed like hours, until Francis' thunderous
orgasm overtook her, sending me over the edge with her, as I pumped my
seed into her hungry womb.  Her spasming pussy milked the cum out of my
cock until I had emptied my balls into her.  We moved onto our sides facing
each other, snuggled up together and fell asleep, with my cock still inside
her vagina.

I woke up during the night, finding Francis furiously sucking on my cock.
I couldn't believe who wonderful her sucking mouth felt on my cock.  She
was really going at it too, and I felt my climax building within me.
Suddenly I was ejaculating into her mouth, and she swallowed my load
eagerly.  She came back up next to me, and smiled, kissing me.  "I woke
up and wanted a snack."  I grinned at her.  "I think I'll have something
to eat too."  I moved down between her legs and began feasting on hot
pussy pie. Mmm mmm.

A week later, we were married.  With my medical training, I set up my
medical practice, taking over for the local family doctor who was retiring.
We eventually got our own home and set out to raise our kids.  A year later,
we had little Justin, a little brother for the twins to play with.