From Will's Happy Kids Site A Warm Night at Green Gables By Will Somers, 2006 Codes: Mg, rom, oral, parody A nighttime fantasy in her new home brings a special happiness to young Anne Shirley

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Anne returned upstairs after saying her "Good night" to Matthew and Marilla, lifting the ruffle of her long, white nightgown so she didn't trip on the steps. It was a very old gown, long packed away from Marilla's own girlhood, a simple garment worked by the loving hands of a long-dead grandmother.

Sitting at the little washstand, Anne undid her braids and carefully brushed out her hair. Under the spell of her imagination and the dim candle light, her hair darkened into a rich shade of brown, whose beauty quickly enchanted a passing knight returning home from a daring quest.

After saying her prayers, Anne blew out the candle and hopped in bed. A full moon had risen that warm summer night. A moonbeam strayed in her window, falling upon the bed.

"How romantic to fall asleep in a moonbeam," Anne thought. Glancing briefly at the closed door, she quietly slipped off her gown, letting it fall to the floor. A magical night, perhaps the wizard Merlin will bring something special for her. Then the girl spread herself out on the bed. Moonlight touched her bare skin.

As he crept through the darkened house, Matthew wasn't sure what drove him on. Worry spurred him forward but shyness made him stealthy. He wasn't used to having a young girl in the house. Such a thin and sorry little thing. Was she all right, upstairs and alone in that little room?

Outside her room, he felt a surge of relief. He heard no whimpering or other sounds of sadness, just the slow, even breath of a sleeping girl. He opened the door a crack and then froze, and found himself blushing furiously. It was bad enough to sense the outlines of her slender form beneath the swaying nightgown as she climbed the stairs. To see the young girl naked on her bed was petrifying. But old memories, cherished through constant recollection, came back strongly as he watched the sleeping child.

He thought about the brief but hard life she'd undoubtedly led. How badly had it hurt her, he wondered. How can I make things better? The thought drove him into the room to study the skinny young form lying in the moonlight. He saw a couple of childhood bruises and scrapes, but no scars from serious cruelty.

Matthew's hands shook slightly as he leaned toward her slight wisp of pubic hair. Rough fingers gently probed, and carefully spread the soft lips of her cunny. He sighed with relief. She was still a virgin.

As Anne dozed, she thought she felt the light, but gentle touch of rough fingers. Obviously not that nasty matron at the orphanage! Anne relaxed, spreading her legs slightly. Her own lips formed a smile as she felt warm lips kiss her modest tangle of pubic hair. The moustache tickled slightly; undoubtedly a robust, manly King Arthur was anointing his young Guinevere. Then a moist, rough tongue ran along her cunny and over the sensitive button at the top. She moaned slightly, spreading her legs even more.

Matthew licked his finger and ran it over Anne's dampening cunny as his tongue gently probed her little button. Soon her hips were thrusting up from the bed, hard against his tongue and finger. He wanted to be careful not to hurt her, but she was moving roughly against him. Then she let out a series of loud gasps. Matthew felt the spasms between her thighs and then she relaxed entirely, melting into the bedclothes.

"Sorry to wake ya," Matthew muttered, moving away. He'd meant this as a gesture of care and kindness for this poor girl, and was a bit embarrassed by the thickening appendage that pointed out beneath his nightshirt. But a small hand reached out and caught his hem, pulling him gently back to the bedside.

"You mustn't leave yet, my liege," Anne said in a dreamy voice. "I must fulfill my obligation to my hero." Matthew started to object, but couldn't decide how to form the words. To speak was to break the sleepy child's spell.

His eyes scanned the room nervously as the girl lifted his nightshirt and warm fingertips touched his shaft. He felt it grow even stiffer under her sweet, gentle touch. She sat up, her red hair glinting in the moonlight, and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his rod. A long strand of hair fell over her face as she ran her tongue over its length. Matthew rolled his eyes and let out a large sigh.

Anne opened her mouth and slid it down over Matthew's rod, letting her tongue glide over its sensitive underside. Matthew was so gentle and clean. The taste was nice and musky, not the rank foulness of that awful Mr. Hammond! Anne's spare hand guided Matthew's to touch her modest little nibbies as her lips and tongue caressed his rod.

Anne's mouth moved faster and faster over his rigid member, and Matthew found himself thrusting himself against her. He fought the urge to grab her head in his hands and roughly thrust himself deep into her slender throat. He allowed himself to caress the long, red tresses with shaking hands as she brought him to his climax. He stifled a loud moan as he came in her mouth. In the ensuing silence he could hear her throat swallowing his sticky seed. Matthew's knees felt weak as Anne's lips held his prick there, caressing gently until he was fully spent.

Anne looked up at Matthew with a tired smile. His eyes gleamed, full of love, as he patted her gently on the head.