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(M/f-teen, ped, inc) *** Author's Note: "The thing that impresses me the most about America is the way parents obey their children." - Edward VIII of England, 1894-1972 *** PROLOGUE After being repeatedly raped, the preteen orphan fled from an abusive foster home. Eluding the police, she found her way to a roadhouse where, at a potluck social, a man befriended and fed her. When she offered to have sex with him for money, he took her to his home. After she grudging related her story, he called his lawyers and initiated adoption proceedings. The lawyers referred the matter to the police, who, on entering the foster home, found another young girl being raped. All of the children were removed from the home and the entire fostering family arrested and imprisoned. The man and girl lived happily together until one afternoon... *** LATE FRIDAY AFTERNOON I sat in the recliner with a half-empty glass of cheap Beaujolais and was half-listening to the insipid television news. I thought to myself, ("TGIF, this has been a week of pure Hell. I don't care what anyone says. I've done both, and I know that brain work is far more exhausting than hard physical labor.") My beloved little cherub came in and plopped down on my lap. "OOOF," maybe not so little anymore. She took the glass from my hand and drained it; then setting it aside, laid her head on my shoulder. "Daddy, when I came to live here, you said that I could pick whichever bedroom I wanted. You wouldn't let me sleep with you, so I picked that one because it let me be as close to you as I could get. There was just the one wall between our beds. When you brought a lady friend home with you, I could hear the two of you having sex. I couldn't make out anything you said. But, I could hear just enough to know that you were thoroughly enjoying her company. Sometimes I was so jealous that I cried myself to sleep. And when you went out on a date, you would call to tell me that you would be very late getting home. I was miserable and unhappy because I knew exactly why you would be late." "Oh Sweetheart, I'm sorry, I never realized that you felt that way. Adults really do need sex occasionally. But if I had known how much it was bothering you, I would have tried to be more discrete about it." "Yes Daddy, I know all of that. But do you remember telling me that I had to ask permission before having sex with anyone and that I could only do it at home in my own room while you were here to protect me?" "Yes Sweetheart, I do. What about it?" "Well, now I want to start having sex and you said that you would give me permission if we talked about it first." "Yes, that's right. But I didn't know that you had a steady boyfriend or anyone that you had any special feelings for." "Oh yes, there is someone who's very special to me." "Huh, who is this guy?" "You!" I was thunderstruck. "ME!?! Sweetheart, you're joking aren't you?" "No Daddy, I'm not joking. I really mean it. I'm ready to start having sex and I want you to show me how to do it and nobody else." "But it's impossible. We shouldn't be doing anything like that." "Oh no, it isn't impossible. I've been waiting until I was big enough so that you wouldn't think that you might hurt me. When we first met, I offered to have sex with you for twenty dollars. You paid me, but you never collected. You always taught me that it was very important to pay off my debts. Well, I still owe you and I won't be satisfied until you get what you paid for." "Oh come on now, you could just give the money back." "No way Jose! No refunds! You paid for sex and that's exactly what you're going to get. Anything else would be cheating and I still remember the only time you ever spanked me was when you found out that I had been cheating on a test." "But Sweetie, I'm your father now. It wouldn't be right. "Oh no you don't. I'm not going let you get away with that either. You're not my real father, so it'll be all right. There won't be any problems at all." "Oh yeah! I'd like to see you trying to explain that to a judge. No, on a second thought, I guess I wouldn't want to see you try that. You'd lose and I'd windup in jail and you'd be sent back to a foster home." "Well, nobody will ever know about it but you and me and I know that neither of us would ever tell anyone. You know how much I hate foster homes and I wouldn't want to see you go to jail because of me." "But, it's against the law." "Daddy, I know how you feel about stupid laws and I know that all laws aren't stupid. But, that one really is. If the police found out, they'd put half the kids in my school in jail for having underage sex, including a lot of really nice kids. It just doesn't make any sense at all. Most of those kids just can't resist the temptations of sex. A long time ago, girls could start having sex and get married at twelve. It was really dumb of them to make it eighteen for everything. It causes nothing but problems and it doesn't solve anything" "You think you have all the answers, don't you?" "I know you too well, Daddy. I know what I can get away with and what I can't, and you've never refused anything that was really important to me. One way or another, I'm going to have sex with you." "But really Baby, you'd be better off with a boy your own age." "Remember how you told me that boys will lie and say or do anything just to have sex with me? Well, you were right about all of that. But there's more, I know a lot of boys who go around bragging about the girls they've had sex with and I don't want any of them talking about me that way. You're the only one I can really trust. You won't hurt me, or get me pregnant, or give me any of those bad diseases that I've heard about." "What about that vibrator you wanted. When was it? Two years ago? Do you realize how embarrassed I was to go into that sex shop to buy it for you." "Daddy, I've always appreciated what you've done for me and the sacrifices you've made on my behalf. That thing is better than nothing, but it's only a crutch. It was okay for awhile. Now, I want the real thing and I don't want just anyone to have sex with me. I want you." "Sweetheart, the answer is still no. You don't understand what you're asking." "Oh yes I do. I'm no dummy. I understand exactly what I'm asking. You've always said that your greatest pleasure comes from making me happy and that you would do anything if it made me happy. Well, I'm not going to be happy until I can start having sex with you. Now, did you really mean what you said about wanting me to be happy or not." "Of course I want you to be happy. But, you're way out of bounds on this one. "Daddy, if it would do any good then I would shout it from the roof top. But that wouldn't work, so all I can to is beg you. Please Daddy, pleeease." "Sweetheart, it really hurts me to have to say no to you about anything. But I still have to say no." "Be realistic Daddy. Give up, you can't win. I'm going to get my way or die trying. You've only got two choices, either disown me and throw me out of the house or let me have what I want. Either you keep your word about making me happy or from now on, you won't get a minute's peace. I will keep pestering you from dawn to dark. I'll just keep after you until you give in from sheer fatigue. One way or another, I'm going to get what I want and nothing you can say or do will stop me. "Yeah," I sighed. "I guess that's exactly what you'd do; and you're right, I never have been able to refuse you anything that you really wanted. Nor can I bear the thought of kicking you out on your ass. You mean too much to me. Maybe I shouldn't have been so good at teaching you to be so independent and self-confident. Oh Hell, my brain is too muddled to keep arguing with you. All right then, tonight I'll start teaching you about sex. I just hope that I won't regret it." Throwing her arms around my neck, she said, "Oh Daddy, you're wonderful! I love you so much! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" *** LATER THAT NIGHT "Daddy, it's time for bed." "Yes Dear, I'll be there in a few minutes." "You've all ready said that three times. Now quit stalling and come to bed." "All right, I coming." I turned off the TV and lights. As I went down the hall, I dreaded what was about to happen. I began to think that this must be what it's like to walk that last mile to an execution chamber. When I entered the bedroom, she was naked and sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bed. I became aroused as I undressed. I hung my suit in the closet and tossed my underwear in the laundry hamper. "Daddy, I am so excited. I've been waiting a long time for this." Turning to face her, I put my hands on my hips, "Yeah, like you're an old spinster." "Daddy, I've never seen you like that." She giggled as my full erection pointed straight at her. "Anyway, I'm old enough now and you know it isn't my first time. But, I really want you to show me how to do it properly." "Oh, so all I am is a sex-ed teacher." "That's not true." She pouted. "You're every thing to me; my best teacher, you teach me everything that they don't teach in school; my best friend, we're always doing things together and I can talk to you about anything, anytime; and you're the best father any girl could have." "Oh really now, and why did you wait so long to tell your best friend about having the hots for your father?" "Well, even your best friend doesn't know all of your secrets. If I told you too soon you would refuse, then I would lose any chance that I would ever have to get what I wanted." "Clever! Now get your butt off the bed so that we can turn down the covers." We worked from both sides of the bed and put the folded bedspread away. She got back on the bed and waited. I reached into the night stand and got out a condom and a tube of K-Y Jelly. I handed her the condom, "Here hold this." She took it and looked it over. "What do I do with this?" "Just a second and I'll show you. Now lay down and pull your knees up to your chest so I can smear some of this on you." "What's that for?" "It probably isn't necessary, but it might make it a little more comfortable for you. I've used it before when you were sick. It's a lubricant; it makes you slippery." I started smearing the jelly around her labia and vaginal opening. She giggled, "That tickles." "That should be good enough. Now sit up and take the condom out of the package...That's right just tear it open." "The girls at school call this a rubber...Okay, what next?" "No, don't unroll it, you won't be able to put it on if you do. Look at the way it's rolled. The rolled-up part should be on the outside. If it's on the inside, then it won't go on; so you just push the middle through and it'll be all right." I laid down as close to the middle of the bed as I could. "Now, put the condom on my penis. No, it's inside out, just turn it over and try again. That's right see how the rolled-up part is on the outside. Now, push the rolled-up part down until the condom unrolls as far as it will go...Good." Taking the K-Y jelly, I said, "Hold out your hand." I squeezed a big glob on her outstretched hand. "Now, smear this all over the condom." "But it's already slippery." "Yeah, I know. But a little more won't hurt and it may make it easier if you're kinda small inside." She went to work, further strengthening my erection as she did so. Finally, she wiped her hand on the sheet, saying "Gee, I never realized that you could get so hard or so big." I asked, "Are you ready." "Yes." "Are You sure you want to do this? This is your last chance to change you mind?" "Daddy please, I'm not going to change my mind, so let's get on with it. What do we do next?" "Alright, I hope I don't regret this. Now, sit on top of my legs so that one knee is on this side and the other is over here." "Like this?" "Yes, now lift up a little bit and scoot forward so that you're right over my penis...Good, that's right. Now, take hold of my penis so that you can steady it and sit down until it just touches you where I put the K-Y Jelly." "Ready, now slowly sit all the way down." She slid down my shaft until her pubes merged with mine. "Oh, that was easy. It didn't even hurt like it did at the foster home." She giggled, "It's all the way in me. I didn't know I was so big inside. Ohhh, it feels so funny with you inside me." "Funny ha-ha, funny good, or funny bad?" "I'm not sure, I just feel kinda stuffed. Now what do we do?" "Okay now, keep me inside of you and lean as far forward as you can. Now back as far as you can. Now do it a couple of times." "Stop and sit up. Now lift up your knees and twist back and forth... That's right." "Stop and put your knees down. Now keep me inside of you and lift up a little ways then sit down again... Keep doing it... OK stop, now which did you like the best?" "Up and down." Putting my hands on her waist, I said, "Okay then, now do the up and down and keep on doing it until I tell you to stop. Good...good...now keep going." Soon she was gasping for breath. "Unh... unh... unh... unh... Daddy... unh... unh... what's... unh...happening... unh... to... unh... me?" "Something wonderful, now keep on doing it until I tell you to stop." "Unh... unh... unh... unh... uuunnhh... mmmmmggggghhh," she moaned, tensed, and panting, slumped a little. Then I gasped, "Uuunnhh," and my back arched as my cock throbbed, spewing semen into my little girl's protected pussy. Relaxing, I said, "That's enough. Now, just keep me inside of you and lay down on my chest." Snuggling into my arms, she began to cry. "What's wrong Baby?" Overcome with emotion, she sobbed, "I love you so much it hurts. Hold me Daddy. Hold me tight and never let me go." "I love you too, Baby. More than anything else in the whole world. I'll hold you and take care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself. But, I'll never ever stop loving you." I turned off the light and was still holding her when we drifted into sleep. *** SATURDAY MORNING "Daddy, are you awake?" "Yes Dear." She rolled off of me, letting my usual morning erection slip out of the gates of paradise, and laid her head on my shoulder. "I've wanted to do that with you ever since you brought me home the first time." "For twenty dollars?" "No, that didn't mean anything, that was just for money. It was the next day when you let me scrub your back. Then I wanted to do it for me. Does that make any sense?" "Yes Dear, it does." "Now, I understand why some of the other girls put up with freaky boys; the sex makes it all worth it. Are there many fathers and daughters having sex like you and me?" "No, there are very, very few like us and you are probably the only girl in your school who can enjoy sex with a father who truly loves her. Now let's see... there are about a thousand kids in your school, so yeah, there could be a couple of other girls who have sex with their fathers. But they may be forced to have sex and they would begin to hate their fathers, hate sex, and even hate themselves. It's a very sad situation and it's rare for anyone outside of the family to know about it." "Oh, those poor girls, hating themselves and their fathers and even sex. Daddy, No one has actually said so, but I get the impression that some of the girls are having sex with their brothers. Do you think they might be doing it?" "It's been known to happen Sweetheart. When a teenager's hormones start churning, the brain turns to mush and any opportunity for sex will be exploited, whether it be a convenient next door neighbor or a willing sibling. As long as they're discrete about it, no one is ever likely to find out. Such instances as are reported are usually the result of abuse and rape or carelessness on the part of the kids." "If I had a brother, would you let us have sex?" "Sweetheart, after last night you already know the answer to that." Gee, I must be the luckiest girl in the world." "Well, I know for certain that ever since you came to live with me, I've been the luckiest father in the world." "Daddy, am I crazy?" "What? Hell no! You are a very intelligent, well- balanced young lady. Why would you think that you might be crazy?" "When that boy at the foster home fucked me, it hurt and I hated it more than anything else in the world. When I did it for money, it hurt then too, but it seemed like I wasn't there, and it was happening to someone else. That first morning, when I was in the shower scrubbing your back, I wanted you to fuck me right then, even though I knew it would hurt, and I've wanted it ever since then. Last night, when you were inside of me, it was...I don't know how to say it, but it felt like the best thing that could ever have happened to me and I wish it had happened sooner. Why is that, Daddy? Why did I want you to fuck me, when I hated it so much when the others did it to me?" "Sweetheart, you have a knack for asking the hardest questions. You can ask doctors and scientists and psychologists and a lot of other people who think they're experts. They will talk about pheromones and hormones and natural instinct and gratitude and delusions, and none of it will make any real sense. "It's kind of like a dozen picture puzzles all mixed up in a box and you have to put just one of them together. The only answer I can give you is that every once in a while two people will meet and everything works out just right. Some people would call it 'love at first sight', while others might say that they found a soul mate. I wish I could explain it better, but I'm not sure that I understand it myself." "A soul mate, I like that, it means that it was God who brought us together. One other thing Daddy, I would never ever let any boy see me naked and I really don't like undressing in a doctor's office or even in the girls' locker room at school. I do it, but I just don't feel comfortable about it. A lot of the other girls just don't seem to care who sees them naked, even if it's boys, but I only like it when you see me that way." "Oh, I seem to remember you playing some strip game with a boy." "It was checkers and I never made that mistake again. I don't even know why I did it then." "And then, there was your first camp out with the Woods Guides when you went skinny-dipping with the other girls." "Yeah well, you were with me then and there was so much going on that I didn't think about it and we never went skinny-dipping after the boys showed up. I guess having you there made it easier for me. But when we're at home alone, I can't get my clothes off fast enough. Why is that?" "Now, that one might be a little easier. I asked why you did that on the day we went to see the lawyer, you said that being naked made you feel good all over, safe, and really free, and you never felt that way before. A psychologist might say that you were regressing or trying to go back to when you were younger and carefree, before all those bad things happened to you. "Now, what I think is that you had been badly abused and didn't trust anyone. You ran around naked just to test me and you were so happy when you failed to seduce me, that you kept on doing it. By now, it's probably only a habit. So dear one, that's my best guess. I think that you'll have to figure out the answer to that question yourself, all I can do is give you a few ideas." "Yeah, I guess maybe you're right about that...Daddy, can we have sex again sometime?" "Sweetie, do you remember when we talked about boys, and girls, and sex?" "Yeah, I guess so." "I said that no matter what the boy wants, it's always the girl who decides whether or not they will have sex. Well, I'm never going to suggest that we have sex, because it might seem like I'd be coercing you when you didn't really want to. So, if you ever want to have sex again then it's up to you to decide." With eyes opened wide she whispered, "You mean that we can have sex anytime I want to?" "No, I don't mean that." I ticked off four fingers. "First, only at home. Second, only when we have no visitors. Third, never when we have chores to do or when you have homework. And fourth, never on a school night. Otherwise, it's all up to you. Just remember Sweetheart, there's more to life than sex." "Right now, I want to do it right now!" "Funny, I kinda thought you were going to say that. But, I must go to the bathroom first." She followed me and used the toilet while I disposed of the condom and cleaned myself before emptying my bladder. When we returned to the bedroom, I reached into the night stand for another condom. "Do you want to use the K-Y Jelly again?" "I don't know...yes, let's use it." "Because you think it might make it easier or because it tickles when I smear it on?" "Both, now give me the rubber." She giggled and laying down, pulled up her legs. Except for breaks for snacks or visits to the bathroom, we spent the day in bed. By late afternoon, I was unable to attain an erection. "Daddy, what's wrong with your penis?" She wiggled it and let it flop down. "It'll never get inside me like that. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" I sighed, "No dear one, that's just the way men and boys are. Girls can have sex anytime they want to and as often as they want to. Boys can only do it so many times, then they can't get an erection and they can't have sex without one." "When it gets hard and stands up, that's an erection? But the girls at school call it a hard-on or a stiffie or some such. Will yours ever get back to normal?" "Baby, you've seen me naked often enough to know perfectly well that this is normal; it's the erection that's special. Depending on how tired I am, it may take a couple of hours to recover or maybe not until tomorrow. Let's take a bath and wash the smell of sex off of us and then go out to dinner and a movie." "You mean sex makes you smell?" "Yes it does, and people can notice it; that's one of the reasons we will only do it at home." "I'll love a bath with you and dinner and a movie sounds great. How about a jacuzzi? We always used to take one together when I was little, but we don't do it so much anymore." That's a good idea. I think a jacuzzi might be just the thing after the workout you've given me today." She giggled and left the bedroom saying, "I'll start filling the tub." *** SUNDAY MORNING "Daddy, are you awake?" "I am now." "Can you get an erection now?" "Yes, and no we aren't going to have sex." "Oh Daddy, you promised that I would be the one deciding when we have sex." "True, but look at the clock, we'll miss church and it looks like we'll have to skip breakfast as well. And, the rector made me swear on your virginity that we would be there." "Oh you Meany, you're terrible." She kissed me. "Daddy, I know that it was against some stupid law, but is what we did a sin?" I responded, "Oh boy, now that's another tough question. Let me think...when God created the sexes, he wasn't being cruel or sadistic. He understood the nature of the desires that he gave us and their effect on our physical and emotional well-being. When God gave us brains, he intended that we should use them, not blindly obey the dictates of others. We are expected to use these brains to ensure that our actions and desires, whether for sex or anything else, do not cause harm to ourselves or others, either directly or indirectly. About 1500 years ago or there abouts, some women-hating old men convinced the church leaders that sex itself was sinful, even for married couples, and that the fastest way into heaven was to avoid sex entirely. There are some fanatical people today, who still have a warped belief that all sex is evil and sinful. I can't accept any of that. I think that the only real sin is hurting other people. That's basically what the Ten Commandments say, 'Don't harm anyone else unnecessarily.' Forcing someone to have sex or using them for your own purposes or pleasures without regard for their feelings is just plan wrong. One time, during a prostate examination a few years ago, my doctor told me that I needed to start having more sex. So, should I believe a medical doctor who understands human physiology or some ancient cleric who thought that the world was flat and that disease was caused by demons or sinful ways." She thought a moment and said, "Okay then, that means that when the boy in the foster home held me down and fucked me while the other kids watched, it was a really bad sin because he was hurting me and I didn't want him to fuck me. He did the same thing to the other girls. And I guess it means that for us, it wasn't a sin, because I wanted you to fuck me and you did it because you love me and you were very careful not to hurt me or get me pregnant." "Yes, I think you're right about us. But as for that boy, he was just pure evil and not simply a wayward sinner. Now, get your butt out of bed and get a move on it before we're late." "You know Daddy, that boy went to church regularly three or four times a week and he was still evil and so were his parents." She slipped out of bed and ran naked into the hall. "First one in the shower!" Watching her go, I smiled to myself and mused, ("Hmmm, I wonder if this means that we can start saving money on those fancy negligees she likes so much?") I got up and laid out a suit, shirt, tie, and underwear to wear to church. Then, I went to the kitchen to see if I could find a quick snack to keep my stomach from growling during the service. "Shower's free!" I went into the bathroom and found her, still naked, brushing her teeth. I disposed of last night's condom, shaved, brushed my teeth, and took my shower. By the time I was finished and dressed, she was waiting by door. "We'll just about make it," she said. We barely made it. We sat just as the processional began. The sermon was about the "Good Samaritan," which was a great relief to me. A "hellfire and brimstone" sermon might have upset her. During the parish announcements, the rector said, "And now I have some very special awards to present; will Marie Singleton join me here?" I smiled as she looked up at me in surprise. I had to push her into the aisle where she walked slowly to the communion rail. The rector said, "Marie is one of our more active younger parishioners. She is an acolyte, a member of our youth group, and our troop of Woods Guides. She will be among those confirmed at the next visit of the bishop. Marie, I am pleased to present you with this certificate for five years of perfect attendance in Sunday school." The congregation applauded. "Last year, we lost our first grade teacher due to a company transfer. Marie stepped in and taught the first grade class for the rest of the year. And, she did a very good job of it. I know, because I frequently looked in on that particular class. Marie has also agreed to continue teaching the same class in the coming year. Marie, I am very pleased to present you with this Certificate of Appreciation for Exemplary Service as the youngest Sunday school teacher in our parish records." The congregation applauded as she returned to our seats. After the service, I took my little celebrity to coffee hour at the parish hall so that her friends could congratulate her. I had ordered a special cake and refreshments to celebrate the occasion. As the proud father, I received a number of compliments as well. Later, as we were driving to a nearby restaurant for Sunday brunch she asked, "Daddy, you knew all about this, didn't you?" "Of course, I said that I had sworn that we would be there, didn't I?" "Yeah, on my virginity, I know you were just teasing but that was really mean. You know why I'm not virgin. It wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it...Gee, I wonder what the rector would say if he found out what we were doing the last couple of days?" "I don't think he would say anything. I think that he would be so shocked that his black suit would turn completely white." She laughed, "That's a good one, Dad. You're probably right too." "Daddy, the rector's sermon about the Good Samaritan, while I was listening, I realized that he could have been talking about you." "Me! How so?" "That's how you acted when we first met. You fed me, gave me money, took me home with you, washed my clothes, gave me a bath, a place to sleep, bought me new clothes, and didn't even take advantage of me. You didn't have to do any of that. You could have just fucked me like the others did and let me go my own way. You were a kind, gentle, generous, very decent man, just like the story in the Bible." "And now we've had sex, a lot of people would say that is anything but decent." "Yes Daddy, but you taught me that there are a lot of stupid people in this world. They don't know you as I do. I'm sure that there are a lot of girls my age who would kill to get the kind of a life that you've given me, sex and all. If I spent the rest of my life saying thanks, it wouldn't be nearly enough." "That works both ways sweetheart, you've been a wonderful daughter and you've made me very happy and very proud. But, I think that Silas Marner might be more appropriate." "No Daddy, I've read Silas Marner and there are some strong similarities in it, but you're definitely the Good Samaritan. You were a good man before I met you, that's why you took me in. He became a good man only after he found the girl." We arrived at the restaurant. *** SUNDAY AFTERNOON After brunch, we returned home. As soon as the door was closed and locked behind us she said, "Daddy, it's bedtime." "No, it isn't" "This is the second time today that you said 'No.' You promised me..." I put my finger on her lips, "Yes, I promised you and I meant every word of it. But, I also gave you some rules. What were they?" "Only at home. Only when we have no visitors. Never on a school night. And..." I finished, "Never when we have chores to do or when you have homework. You always have homework and you didn't do it Friday or Saturday and we didn't get any of our weekend chores done yesterday. So, let's get changed and get to work." "Oh all right, but I'm really disappointed." "Life is full of disappointments my dear and you will get a lot of bigger ones than this before you're my age. So get used to it." I slapped her on the rump. "Now, go get changed." It was an unusually heavy list of chores this week, more than three hours worth for the two of us. I trimmed it to basic essentials so that she would be sure to have enough time for homework. *** SUNDAY EVENING After a light supper, she went back to her homework and I settled down with a glass of wine and listened to some softly playing smooth jazz. Later in the evening, she came in and sat on my lap, sharing the remainder of the wine. "I finished my homework, but it was really hard to concentrate. Daddy, I really like having sex with you and I wouldn't give it up for anything. But, the way some of the girls talk at school, isn't there more to sex than what we're doing?" "Yes there is, but you have been very impatient and I don't like to disappoint you. I thought it best to wait until you slowed down a bit. To put it simply, sex is nothing more than a girl's vagina massaging a boy's penis until he dumps a load of baby-making sperm inside her. But there are many ways of doing it. "We have you on top because a lot of women like to do it that way. It gives you more control and more pleasurable sensations. But there is also the boy on top, or seated with the girl in his lap, or even standing up. Usually, it's a very pleasurable experience for both of them. Then too, there are the preliminaries of foreplay that help a girl get ready for sex. Hmm, I think I can find a book..." She interrupted angrily, "NO! NO! NO! I won't have it! I don't want any dumb old book with dirty pictures. I want to...to...I want YOU to teach ME everything about sex that I need to know, so that I'll be ready for marriage when the time comes. I won't let you push any dumb books or anything else on me. I want YOU to do it with ME so that I'll be sure to get it right." "Whoa Missy, that's a tall order." She replied with saccharin sweetness, "Well MISTER, we have all the time we need, years in fact." And so it was. *** "What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil." - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, 1844- 1900 END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 61