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Reply to ASSD. I do not read at xpolymorph@hotmail.com
This is a love story about a young guy who is legal and a young girl who
is not.
If any of you are under legal age and read this story, hair will grow on
your palms. DO NOT READ!
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Molly
Jack was my big brother, and his eldest daughter, Molly, who was
adopted, was just eight years younger than I. When I was a kid, I played
with the child, and when I was a little older, I baby-sat for her. We
loved each other very much. As a teenager I snuggled and kissed her
regularly, without sexual intent; she was such a small girl. Molly was
part of my life, like Jack was and Mom was. I did not think about her
sexually, although when I was thirteen and she was five I fondled her legs
as she sat on my lap in the dim light of her bedroom. She was clad just in
her panties. She leaned back onto me as I sat with her on her bed. I
stroked her legs, especially her soft thighs, and I grew excited. I did
nothing more than that, although I had to make a conscious decision not to
touch her further. She was such a beautiful child, and I loved her so
much. I knew that it was wrong to touch her with sexual intent, and so I
didn't.
I watched her grow, each month more beautiful. She always clung to me,
because I was her favorite person. I knew that, and I felt a special
obligation to protect her. I loved her too thoroughly to desire her
physically, even as she grew tall for her age at nine and ten. She trusted
me with the certainty of the Sun rising in the morning. Her mom came to
refer to us as "those lovers", and it was true. We were indeed lovers,
chaste lovers. Molly actually stunted my social development. In high
school I did not date girls, because of her, because of my love of her. I
masturbated, of course, but I never thought of her when I did it. That
would have been too gross. I fantasized about some of the girls in my
class and in the neighborhood, but Molly remained my girl, and so I did not
date.
I graduated from high school and went off to college when I was eighteen
and Molly was ten. It was a tearful parting. Because my university was
two thousand miles away, and also because I didn't have the money for
traveling, I did not visit home on Thanksgiving or Christmas. I didn't
return home until late May, when the Spring semester ended.
The first thing that I noticed upon returning home after nine months
away was that Molly, in that brief period of time, had been transformed.
Apparently she was physically precocious, and she had entered pubescence
almost a year earlier than the average girl. She was then eleven, three
months shy of her twelfth birthday. She had grown inches taller, but she
was not gawky or spindly. She was, of course, slender, although her limbs
were shapely and sufficiently fleshed out so that she looked very soft.
Small breasts pushed at her blouse. Her face had not changed very much -
it was still beautiful - but I could discern a new maturity in the way she
spoke and expressed herself. I had loved Molly since she was an infant.
Upon returning home, however, I fell hopelessly in love with her in a new
and fearful way. I tried to deny her physical, sexual attraction. I kept
telling myself that she was just eleven years old, an innocent child. I
reproached myself for having sexual fantasies about her as I lay in bed at
night, just drifting off to sleep, when a person is most vulnerable to such
thoughts. When I masturbated, I struggled not to think of her, but always,
at orgasm, she filled my mind.
The top of her golden head came to my chin. Her aroma was usually that
of Ivory soap and baby shampoo. Molly had an oval, innocent looking face
with delicate features. She unnerved me, when she would lean against me,
wanting a hug, as she looked deeply into my eyes. When I encircled her
waist with my arms, she seemed larger, more substantial than I remembered.
She had the heft of a budding young woman. I could not avoid her, stay
away from her, because she sought me out.
I lived with my mother in a house next door to Jack's and Molly was
always over. From the first day of my return home she caused me great
discomfort by her constant snuggling against me, sitting on my lap like she
had done when she was younger, presenting her pretty face for kiss. I
resisted her, but the girl became my single masturbatory fantasy.
One day, not long after my return home from school, Molly and a couple
of her girl friends played in the spray of a sprinkler in her backyard.
They were all clad in swimsuits. One of Molly's friends was a bit dumpy
and had heavy thighs. The other was nice looking, although she was flat
chested and rather skinny. Molly was stunning.. Her bare legs and arms
were exquisitely formed; shapely and soft looking. Small breasts jutted
forth, attesting to her maturing body, yet her face was still that of a
little girl; open, care free, innocent. I stood at the window looking down
at them, at her, and I masturbated into a handkerchief. Afterwards I felt
awful. I was overwhelmed by thoughts of love, lust and shame.
I had to get away. I resolved to go up to our family's cabin at a lake
in northern Michigan, where we would all meet later and spend the month of
August on vacation. I would go up there early and be by myself, away from
the temptation of Molly. When I told my brother Jack of my plans, he
eagerly approved, and he gave me instructions about the maintenance and
repair of the place. "Why don't you take Molly with you?" he asked. "She
seems to be at loose ends."
I was taken aback by his suggestion. "Well.... I don't know.....Maybe
she doesn't want to go," I stuttered in my desperation.
"Of course she does," Jack replied, and he yelled over his shoulder into
the house. "Molly, do you want to go with Tommy up to the cabin?"
"Yeh!" I heard a little-girl voice squeal from afar.
* * *
That night in bed I summarized for myself the reality of the situation.
First, I was in love with an eleven year old girl, who was my niece and who
loved me very much as her uncle. Second, the girl was very innocent and
probably had never had a sexual thought. Third, if I came on to her, she
would be traumatized, be injured for life, and I would lose her love.
Fourth, if I had sex with her, some one would find out, and I would be up
shit's creek. Despite these considerations, the next morning I went to a
Walmart and bought a dozen packages of condoms, which, I must admit,
titillated the middle aged check-out woman, who smirked at me.
Molly and I set out on our trip up I 75, and after two hours we were
north of Midland. She was clad in shorts and a t shirt; her limbs were on
glorious display. I dared not touch her, but she snuggled to me as I
drove. Eventually, I had to stop to gas up. I hurried to the rest room,
where I locked the door and proceeded to masturbate, coming with a groan.
It was to no avail, because when I returned to the car and Molly, I desired
the girl as much as ever.
We drove on north. Molly lay her head against my shoulder and played
her fingers across my cheek. It was unnerving. "Tommy," she whispered in
her little-girl voice. "Are you all right? You're so quiet."
"I think I have a bug," I replied.
We had exchanged words during our trip, although I had indeed been
reticent.
"Is it a catchy bug? Won't I be able to kiss you?"
"Molly," I replied, "I don't think that we should kiss as we have in the
past. You're growing up fast. You're almost a young woman."
"It's about sex, isn't it?" she countered. "Yeh."
"I don't know anything about sex, Tommy, almost nothing, but I know that
it is part of my future."
We drove on for a half hour, not saying anything further.
"Tommy?" Molly asked, her head on my shoulder. "Yeh?"
"When I'm sixteen, you'll be just twenty four, and when I'm twenty,
you'll be just twenty eight."
"So?" I replied.
"Well, mommy is nine years younger than daddy. When mommy was my age,
daddy was older than you." "So?"
"Well," she paused for a moment and then blurted out: "Well, when I'm
older we could get married and nobody would think about the age difference,
because it really isn't that great." I suddenly felt warm and joyful, at
peace with the world. I put my arm around the pretty girl and snuggled her
to me.
"I'd really like to marry you sweetie," I said truthfully, realizing for
the first time that it would happen.
"Is that a proposal?" the little imp responded, looking slyly up into my
face.
"Yeh, that's a proposal of marriage."
"I accept," she replied and cuddled against me.
* * *
We finally arrived at the cabin, and for about the next hour we were
busy moving in and cleaning up the place, which had a lot of dust and
cobwebs to remove. There were two bedrooms, a main room and a sleeping
loft. Mom would have one bedroom, and Jack and his wife, Jean, would have
the other. Molly, I and Angie, Molly's seven year old sister, would share
the sleeping loft. After we finished setting up the cabin for our
vacation, Molly and I walked barefoot along the beach and waded in the cool
water of the lake's fringe, as the sun set. I was in a state of bliss. My
life was defined. My mate was chosen, albeit somewhat prematurely We
strolled along hand in hand, in love. "Tommy?"
"Yeh?"
"Have you ever...you know...done 'it' with a girl?"
"It?"
"Yeh, you know..."
"No, I never have," responded truthfully.
"So, we're going to learn from scratch," she replied a bit wistfully in
her little-girl, sing-song voice.
"There's no hurry," I remarked hesitantly. "We have a lot of time
before us, an entire lifetime."
"Yeh, I suppose," she replied with a hint of regret.
We continued walking hand in hand, in silence.
"Tommy?"
"Yeh?"
"Couldn't we, you know, start to practice a bit?"
This was what I most wanted, but I replied emphatically: "Molly, you're
too young. I might hurt you, and besides we could get into a lot of
trouble."
"Well, we wouldn't, you know, have to do 'everything'."
I stopped, pulled the girl to me and looked down into her young face.
"Molly, do you realize what pain I'm in, about this, about having sex
with you?" "No." "Well, a guy gets worked up, whenever he has a chance to
score, even with a girl he doesn't love. It's very painful, when he gets
so close, but is not able to go all the way." "But, Tommy, you can go all
the way with me, if you like." I clutched the girl and kissed her as I had
never done in the past, a passionate kiss, tongue and all. "I don't want
to hurt you. You're so small." "I'm almost as tall as mommy, and you're as
tall as daddy." "You don't weigh 100 pounds." "I weigh 110." She then
kissed me with real sincerity, attempting to do it like an adult and almost
succeeding. "I'll leave it up to you, Tommy. You do what you think best.
But I'm. . . .curious." My mind was reeling from the promise, the
opportunity, the responsibility. This was my future wife, but she was then
just eleven years old. I could not simply let myself go and take her.
'It's time to go back," I murmured, "we'll sleep together in the loft."
Molly embraced me and we walked awkwardly back down the beach toward the
cabin. * * * We kicked off our shoes and lay on the mattress, one of two
in the loft. We were both clad in shorts and t shirts. The air was still
and smelled of pine wood and stale dust. Molly snuggled to me and we began
to kiss furiously. We kissed for uncounted minutes, and I finally dared to
cup one of her little breasts, to feel its softness with my fingers. Molly
stuck her tongue into my mouth and uttered a groaning sigh. I put my hand
under her shirt and felt her bare flesh, her pointy tittie, which I was
determined to suck. Molly helped me take off her shirt and I then fell
upon her in a frenzy, licking and sucking on her as she squirmed and
groaned. "Tommy," she gasped, "I'm beginning to hurt, you know, like you
told me."
I got up onto my knees and took hold of her shorts, Molly lifting her
butt to help. I pulled them off along with her panties. The girl had no
pubic hair. Her vaginal lips were a bit puffed. I had dreamed of licking
her girlish thighs, but I just went down on her without preamble. My
tongue found her clit and I worked magic on her. Molly was very orgasmic,
very loud. She screamed without inhibition as her first orgasm struck and
her body convulsed. After her fourth orgasm, which was attended by just
whimpers, she pushed weakly at my head. "Please, Tommy, that's enough." My
face was smeared with her juices. Her taste was in my mouth. I knelt up
and looked down on her young beauty and was overwhelmed by it. I pulled
down my shorts and began to masturbate, staring at her thighs, her bare
groin, her little titties, her lovely face, which gazed up at me in
excitement. I came quickly, spewing onto her belly thick streams of semen,
as I groaned aloud, squeezing out every drop of pleasure.
I then felt abashed at what I had done. I slumped above the darling
girl, my arms limp, and I began to sob. Molly pulled me to her and
comforted me, cooed to me in her little-girl voice. "I love you Tommy." I
pulled her on top of me, my mess smearing us both. I held her tightly. I
licked her neck. "I love you Molly, more than I can ever say." "You don't
have to say it, I know." We were both exhausted, and before long we fell
asleep in each other's arms. * * * I awoke the next morning as the early
sun poured into the cabin. The lights in the loft were still on, and I
reached over and shut them off. Molly lay asleep in a fetal position, a
thumb in her mouth. I caressed a thigh lovingly, relishing its softness,
as I gazed at her beauty. Her golden hair was untamed We could marry in
little more than five years, I calculated. We would do it without
publicity, because she would still be in high school.
Molly then stirred and stretched in awakening. Her eyes popped open and
her face lit up as she saw me staring down at her. "Hi, Tommy." "Hi,
Sweetie." I lay beside her and fingered a tittie. We then kissed deeply
for a long time, my hand roaming her lithe body. "Are we going to do it
today?" she asked shyly. "Do what?" "You know, silly." "You're too small."
"Am not." My cock was rigid and I wanted so much to plunge it into the
little girl's body. I got on top of her and she spread her legs widely,
raising her knees, staring into my face with eager expectation. What I had
in mind would not require foreplay. I positioned my cock and poked it at
her, missing her opening. I lowered it a bit and poked again, meeting
resistance. I then thrust at her and broke through. "Ow," Molly screamed
as the head of my cock penetrated her. I immediately pulled out, satisfied
that the job had been done. Molly was no longer a virgin. "Is that it?"
she asked in bewilderment. "I don't want to hurt you more than is
necessary. I ripped your hymen, and now I will wait until you heal. It's
like a bad cut. In a few days I will enter you and you won't feel much
discomfort. Maybe you'll like it."
"I want you now, Tommy." "You have me. I'll lick on you now and in a
few days I'll fuck you silly." I went down on her. Her vaginal crack was
filled with blood. I cleansed her with my tongue. Then I lapped on her
until she forgot her soreness and screamed out loud and clamped her
slender, soft thighs against my head. *** For the next four days we
pleasured each other. I taught her how to masturbate me, and she even went
down on me, although not all the way. I diddled her, sucked on her, and
fucked her soft, young thighs. We were beginning to feel like a settled in
married couple, although there was that ultimate act which we had yet to
experience. I was atop her. We had been kissing passionately, knowing
what was to come. I rose up. Her head was beneath my chest. I positioned
my cock and pushed forward. Molly was wet, and my glans popped into her.
It felt so marvelous. I pushed further into her tightness, all the way in
until my abdomen pressed against hers. "Are you OK?" I asked. "You're so
big inside of me, but it doesn't hurt," she replied with a woozy sigh, and
then she pushed at me. We then began to fuck in earnest. She wanted long
strokes, forcefully, and I gave them to her. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy," she
cried as she thrust at me violently and scratched my back. I was unaware
of her orgasm, because mine was right on top of hers. I held her tightly
to me as we cried out together. Later we lounged on the bed touching each
other affectionately, whispering love words. * * * "Tom you're an idiot!"
Jack exploded, when I told him about Molly and me.
"Jean and I always knew that you would be a pair, would marry in time,
but, Jesus Christ, why did you have to fuck her when she was just eleven
years old?" "I'm sorry, Jack, it just seemed to happen." "Shit, the damage
is done.. We've got to keep you out of jail."
'I'm sorry, Jack."
"Sorry, shit! Jean's put the girl on the pill, so I suppose now you'll
fuck her silly." "I'm sorry, Jack." "Sorry, shit, just don't let mom know."
"She already knows. I told her." "Christ, did she freak out?"
"No. She just advised me not to be affectionate with Molly in public."
"Shit, we'll have to get you two married as soon as possible. I'll look
into Alabama and Arkansas."
"Jack, I really love the girl." "I know, kid, but you're putting
yourself into a lot of jeopardy. There's prosecutors out there who'll love
to send your ass to jail for a lifetime, even though you love the girl and
want to marry her. They're a mean bunch, bullies.
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