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Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is strictly in the mind of the reader. I do not condone the activities written about herein. *** Prologue The World Stood Upside Down "THE SUPREME COURT ALLOWS PEDOPHILIA" Los Angeles Times February 4, 2***. The Supreme Court ruled in a 6-3 decision today, that the right of choice for post pubescent and pubescent persons includes the right to decide whether or not to have sex includes the right to choose who, no matter what the age of that person but does not include incestuous choices. The reaction from the public is mixed. However, most people, especially parents of young girls, are outraged. This was brought on by the appeal of a convicted sex offender. His alleged victim testified before the court that it was her choice to have sex and that criminalizing the act took away her right of choice. The Supreme Court agreed with this argument and in the decision written by Justice Scales, "...as there is no way to prevent such happenings, the age of consent must now be puberty..." -= Chapter One =- Mandy's parents threw her out when her mother caught her masturbating in her bedroom. Since she was only 13, she couldn't get a job. Living on the streets isn't easy, and if you are not willing to sell your body on a street corner, dumpster diving is the only way to procure a meal. However, Mandy didn't know that dumpster diving was considered trespassing. She was caught by a busboy at an upscale restaurant. The busboy did as he had been instructed and escorted Mandy in to see the owner. The owner was senior citizen at the age of early retirement. He didn't like the idea of "bums" eating food from his kitchen, especially out of his dumpster. However, when the busboy brought Mandy in, he decided to "scare her straight" by merely threatening to send her to jail rather than actually doing so. She was crying and stuttering as she told her story. "I'm only th-thirteen. I can't l-legally get a job. My p-parents th-threw me out just because I was m-making myself feel g-good. I've been s-so h-hungry. P-please, d-don't send me t-to j-ail," she pleaded. The owner softened. He decided to call CPS and find out what they could do. The answer was nothing. "As the youngster is presumably of age under the Supreme Court ruling, we cannot consider her a child!" said the CPS social worker. 'Good day," She said as she hung up. "Oh great" said the owner, staring at the phone in his hand. "Now what." P-please, sir. I'll do anything to stay out of jail! Would you like me to suck you off?" she asked. "What?" the owner expostulated. "It seems to me that I'm going to have to start using my body to earn the money I need for food, clothing, and shelter, so I might as well start now to get myself out of trouble," said Mandy as she started to remove her clothes. "Stop that this instant young lady. Put your clothes back on. This is neither the time nor place for that," The owner said. "Let me think a moment. After about a minute he said, "If you are serious about this, here's what I'll do. I will give you a job at my house as a live-in housekeeper. You will go to school during the day; and, in the evening, after you've done your homework, you will vacuum, dust, straighten up, and perform other household duties. Otherwise, you will be just like my own daughter," he offered. "No strings attached, as they say." She was stunned. She said, "I can do that. But how will you get me into school? I thought only parents or guardians could do that." "I'll check with my lawyer, however, as your parents have abandoned you to the streets, I see no problem," he replied. "And as school is out for the summer, we have time enough to find out." "OK," she said. "What now?" "Now we take you home, get you a shower, and feed you a good, nutritious meal while we get your clothes washed. On the way, we'll get you some fresh clothes to wear in the meantime. "You don't have to do all that," she stated. "But if you do, we'd better get two sets. These are ready for burning." He laughed and said, "Wait here, and go back out by the dumpster in about five minutes. I'll get my car and meet you there." "OK." -= Chapter 2 =- He picked her up behind the restaurant. As they drove, he asked her name and introduced himself. "I'm Madena Anders. I'm named for my paternal Great- grandmother. I prefer Mandy or even Dena," she pronounced. "I'm Elian Rodgers. I was born in London and brought here when I was two. I have an American accent, but my speech is that of upper class England. All those years living with my parents, I suppose. They were well off, and I have done well myself. I started playing the stock market as a teen, and have earned every penny I have. I opened the restaurant twenty years ago, more as a hobby than anything else. Since I don't really need the money and I'm semi-retired, I spend most of my time there," he explained. "Now, here we are at a Walmart. Let's go get you some clothes and toiletries," he said. They went to the Misses section and she picked out two each t-shirts and jeans, bras and panties. He insisted on getting her some shoes as well. When they arrived at his house, she gaped. This was not some three bed 2˝ bath home. It was a mansion. At least 10 bedrooms and God only knew how many bathrooms. "I don't think I'll be getting much sleep after vacuuming and dusting this monstrosity," she said to herself. He seemed to read her mind. "Most of the rooms are unused and the furniture is under tarpaulins. There are only five rooms currently in use. Parlor, master bedroom, master bath. Kitchen/pantry and my home office. The rest you needn't bother with, though there are several long corridors that will need to be vacuumed, but only on a weekly basis." He stated. She heaved a sigh of relief at this. "Now we'll have to move you in. But first, some food!" he said. "Oh, goodie," she enthused, "What is it?" "Ratatouille," he replied "Isn't that some somewhat eggplant dish?" Mandy asked. "Yes, a chicken and eggplant stew," he replied. "Goodie, I love eggplant," she enthused. After eating he took her up to her room. And then he told her to shower before going to bed. "Lord knows I need one," she chuckled. "No comment!" he added. She laughed and started to remove her shoes. "Leave your clothes out here and put on some of your new ones. I'll toss these out for you," he commented. "Thank you. I don't know how I would have made it without your help." -= Chapter 3 =- After a good night's rest and a second shower, she arose feeling refreshed for the first time since being evicted from her home. She went downstairs to the kitchen. Elian was not there. She finished the dishes of the night before then went to look for Elian. She found him in his home/office. It was also the library. Elian told her that he would be just a few minutes so if she'd like she could find a book to read. As she liked to read, she took him up on his offer. As she looked at the titles, she noted a predilection for classics of English literature. Shakespeare, Dante, and others predating the 20th century. She chose Chaucer's Canterbury Tales and sat down on an overstuffed chair that belonged in a London Gentleman's club. It was definitely comfortable. She began to read. She'd finished the first chapter when Elian spoke to her. She had to ask him to repeat the statement as she had been deeply into the book. "I said that my lawyer told me that there will be no problem as this has already come up in the courts. Basically, all that is required is my petition and your choice of me as your guardian," he explained. "I get to chose?" she doubted. "Isn't that what the court case was all about? Choice?" he responded. "Also I have to be shown to be a responsible, law abiding adult. No problem there as I happen to not even have any traffic tickets on my resume," he explained. "Kind of figured that was the case," Mandy chuckled. He laughed and leaned back in his chair. He was beginning to like and respect this lively young lady. That she was bright was evident. She was a fast reader, too. But reading fast doesn't mean one comprehends what was read. He asked her a few questions about the Chaucer she had read. She answered, showing that she comprehended most of the words and the entire story, but also showed that some of the original words (as opposed to a modern translation) were puzzling. "Not bad, young lady. But even I who have heard dialects like that in England have trouble sometimes with that version of English. "Of course that version is an early attempt by Norman men-at-arms to make time with the local Saxon tavern maids. And Chaucer was not a linguist. Nor were there dictionaries back then. Spelling was catch as catch can," he expounded. "I did know that, about the dictionaries and spelling, though not about the evolution of the language. Thank you sir, for enlightening me!" she rejoined. They laughed together and discussed Chaucer some more. He noted that some of the tales in the book were quite lascivious and not really proper for a young lady of her age. She responded that what was proper for someone of her age now was what was proper for anyone who was of the age of consent for 'adult games'. He pondered that for a moment and agreed that legally that was so, but legal didn't necessarily mean proper. "True, just like it was legal for my parents to kick me out of the house, didn't mean it was proper. Besides, I do already know plenty about 'adult games', and I understand that Chaucer's Tales weren't pornographic, only like a limerick, funny/dirty," she expounded. He agreed and couldn't help but admire Mandy's discourse thus far. He asked what she normally liked to read. "Science Fiction because the science part makes me think. How would this FTL drive work? How would one generate gravity in space or contra-gravity (anti- gravity being impossible) in a gravity well? Also, how would one transmit an FTL radio message? Sometimes I think the explanations for these questions given in the novels come close enough for some bright young scientist to come up with a real-world solution." Again, Elian respected the young lady's mind. Personally he did not read Sci-Fi, but he did know that some of the things thought up by these authors did come true. "If you like Sci-Fi, do you also like what I call classic European mythology (Fantasy, you know)," he queried. She replied in the affirmative and noted that she thought of it as historical fiction and noted that her second favorite subject after science/math was history, which was why Chaucer was interesting to her. "Of course the sexy parts do intrigue me," she finished. Elian choked a bit on that, but chuckled and noted that he felt the same way. He recommended Ivanhoe, The once and Future King, and similar novels, along with the Shakespearian histories, King Lear, King Henry The Fourth, The Life Of King Henry The Fifth, King Henry The Eighth, King Richard The Second and King Richard III. "I have read the Complete Works of William Shakespeare, when I was in second grade. I have also read the oldest known copy of Robin Hood. I have heard of Ivanhoe, but haven't yet read it. "I had to read Le Mort De Arthur for Advanced French in the original Middle French. Tough read. I was always rooting for Arthur and Merlin, but that bitch Morgaine le Fay won in the end." "I also read many good modern historical novels. Both the Hornblower series and the Master and Commander series. About the Napoleanic wars and the days of 'Wooden ships and Iron men.' I also read Dudley Pope's Ramage series. All good reads. I recommend them. Especially the Ramage series." "Why that one? Why not the Jack Aubrey series? I would think that the latter was more to the point and closer to the fact." "Elian, Pope was the better writer. His characters seem to be right there with you and that you are at the battle. With the wind in your hair and the gun smoke in your nose. Aubrey and company seem to be earthier and historically correct as for characters, but I believe if you want to see the Royal Navy as it was then constituted, read Pope." "Well, time for breakfast. Coffee?" "If you already have it made, yes. Otherwise, I prefer milk. Don't really need the sugar spike that early." "We'll have to get you to try Tetley's English Breakfast Tea. Better in my mind than Bigelows or Maxwell House." "Okay." After breakfast, he took her to the neighborhood Walmart and finished getting the necessities. It was in a mall and Mandy saw a bookstore. There she found the various series she had expounded on and talked Elian into buying the Ramage series. While she shopped for clothes, he started reading the first book in the series. He was amazed that a thirteen- year-old girl could have such taste and be so correct about fiction novels. It was indeed a better read than the others, but, as it had been decades since he had read the Hornblower series and years since had read the Jack Aubrey series, he went back to the bookstore and bought both series. She came out of the Walmart and was ready to checkout. He went in with her and he paid for her goods. Mostly jeans and T-s but a school uniform and accessories as well. He looked at the clothing and said, "Toiletries? And personal Hygiene products?" "Oh," she muttered. And went back into the store and came back with the 'usual suspects', deodorant, toothpaste/brush, adhesive bandages, comb and hairbrush, tampons and feminine wash that she had also forgotten the night before. "Cosmetics?" he whispered. "Not allowed at my school, even though everyone there is in advanced classes. Part of the uniform code," She whispered back. "Hm. Okay, I guess that will do, but don't worry that if you need or want such in the future, do not hesitate to ask. They stopped for lunch at his restaurant and had Escargot and foie gras. Mandy told Elian about a minor change to the recipe for Escargot and it intrigued him. Hungarian paprika on the Escargot? His chef would have apoplexy, but it sounded doable and tasty. He mentioned it to his chef and was pleasantly surprised to find out that chef had heard of the recipe. >From an Alsatian chef he'd met on a busman's holiday. He said he'd make up a serving of the dish the next time he brought the mademoiselle in to eat. -= Chapter 4 =- All too soon school started. Mandy was tested and found to be far enough ahead to advance to her junior year in high school. Elian was happy for her and not the least bit surprised. Her English teacher found her to be extremely well read and quite able to analyze the writings she read. Ms. Anderson took Mandy as her protégé and even had Mandy teach her classes as a teacher's assistant. Her science teacher (chemistry), Mr. Brown, kept her after class one day to quiz her about what major she wanted to pursue at the local university. Mandy replied that she wanted to study physics with a goal of eventually working on FTL drives. Mr. Brown said that she would probably have a working theory by her graduation. Her math teacher gave her the Advanced Placement examination for mathematics which she passed at the Junior (Third year) level. The only courses she had problems with were PhysEd. Elian thought that she might prosper with training in the martial arts so he arranged with an acquaintance from the restaurant to attend his dojo. She surprised both her sensei and Elian by getting her Brown belt in just two months. As her sensei pointed out, she needed strength training. Elian purchased on of the all-in-one home exercise machines. Soon she was toned and fit and was easily passing her Phys-Ed classes. At the end of the school year Mandy took the general Advanced Placement exams and was granted advanced placement in Third Year University studies in all but Astronomy. CHAPTER 5 To celebrate her getting such high grades, Elian announced that they would take a long trip that summer. And he was selling the restaurant to his chef because he was ready to retire and wanted to concentrate closer on her upbringing and education. She was surprised at the trip but felt ambiguous about the latter announcement. "I'm not sure how you mean this, about concentrating on my education, etc. but if it isn't untoward, do you mean 'adult' education?" she asked. Elian did a double take and found himself spluttering. "I told you when we first met that there would be no strings attached. I meant it then and I mean it now," He finally got out. "Oh, sorry. I suppose that your statement was culturally British and I took it as American." He chuckled and said, "You are the daughter I never had. That said, I no untoward intentions," he replied. She muttered something under her breath. He heard that she made the utterance, but did not hear the words. He was not sufficiently curious about what she muttered to ask, however. A few weeks later, after school was out and the school board granted her an early graduation, Elian asked where she would like to go on their trip. She responded that she would just like to 'road trip' the United States and travel the 'roads less traveled'. Elian was surprised. He had thought that because of her love for history she would want to travel in Europe. She replied that Europe was old, stodgy, and set in its way. "The United States is young, changing and still, young though it is, has a rich History. I do want to see Gettysburg, the Oregon Trail, the Custer Battlefield, Lexington and Concord, Liberty Hall, etc." Elian agreed and set about getting everything ready. He purchased a Winnebago (top of the line) and loaded it with food and all the other supplies they would probably need. They headed east on US 60, as Elian had determined from her road less traveled statement that she wanted to stay away from Interstate Highways and other limited access highways. Their first historical stop was the Alamo in San Antonio, and then the San Jacinto battlefield. Elian had looked up the battlefield on the internet and told Mandy that the reason that the Texicans had won was that Santa Anna was too busy having sex with the 'high yellow' slave of a local rancher who supported the Texican cause, and was therefore too distracted to take command. His generals were too afraid to take control as Santa Anna was a dictator. Mandy commented, "I wonder what she was doing to keep him distracted that long and at such an important time." "You will notice the state song of Texas is "The Yellow Rose of Texas. This refers to that slave. The lyrics do not mention the goings on, but every historian in Texas does. Today, due to the Supreme court decision, they do teach the bare bones (as I have) of the situation. It is rather important to Texas as it is how a mere force of approximately 910 men defeated Santa Anna's Army of 1360 killing 630 and capturing 730 including Santa Anna himself. At the Alamo, Mandy noted that the casualties inflicted on Santa Anna's army by the defenders and the time it took to reduce the fort made it possible for Texas Independence. She believed that it had been gamed out at the U.S. Army Command and Staff College that if the Alamo had fallen earlier and the casualties had not been so high Texas would still be a Mexican State. One of the docents, a Daughter of the Alamo, overheard and engaged the young girl in conversation. "My father, was one of the students at the U.S.A.C.S.C., and was instrumental in setting up the game. His instructor was also a Texan and had wanted to play that game out." "They actually played it out several ways. An early defeat for the 'Brave defenders of the Alamo', no defenders at the Alamo, and a successful defense. In the first two, Texas would remain a Mexican State. I the last, Santa Anna retreated to reconsolidate his forces and attack the next spring. The gamers defeated that attack at a rebuilt, reinforced (in both men and structure), Alamo. The OPFOR commander was given a good grade for his attacks as they were, indeed, innovative for the technology and military science of the time. The Defender's commander, a brandie-new Colonel of Cavalry, was brevetted Brigadier General for his additions to the fortifications of the Alamo. These prevented a successful attack by Santa Anna's army because they funneled Santa Anna's troops into a killing field in the various salients used in the real world. These included pit/stake traps, stake abattoirs, and a concentration of the available artillery at these points," she propounded. Mandy was impressed by the docent's knowledge. She asked, "Did anyone ever game out what would have happened if the 'Yellow Rose of Texas' had not been keeping Santa Anna occupied before the battle started?" "Not to my knowledge. That is an insightful question, young lady. I'll have to ask my father and see if he has ever heard" she commented. -= Chapter 6 =- That night, on the road to New Orleans and the 1815 battlefield, Elian was sleeping deeply but woke up to a very pleasant dream. He was dreaming about a lady giving him head. When he awoke, he found that it was no dream. Elian laid back and enjoyed the sensations, but after he came, he turned on the light, only to find Mandy cleaning some of the leakage from her chin. "Mandy, what..." he protested. "I have been trying to get you to notice me since just after we met. I chose you as my guardian because you weren't trying to get into my pants. I-I... love you, and I choose you!" she sobbed. Elian was at a complete loss for words. He hadn't even thought of her that way. Not even for one short moment. Elian was not gay, but he was 63 years old now, and wasn't sure he was interested, as he had always been alone in his bed. On those exceedingly rare occasions that he felt the need, he had sought out high-end professional help. This protestation of love by this lovely young lady, who was legally his daughter, was beyond his experience. And beyond his capability of handling. "Don't you ever do anything like this again. As the court made you my daughter, it would be legally be incest and you would be without a family or food, clothing and shelter as I would be in Prison." Mandy countered, "Then marry me! I want to be your wife and bear you children. I choose you!" Elian sputtered again, and drew back to gather his wits about him. He said, "If you wish to cuddle for the rest of the night, I will sleep on your suggestion and we will talk about this tomorrow!" Mandy spooned against him. She was wearing an extra- large t-shirt with Beethoven (her favorite composer) on the front and a whisky bottle (Beethoven's "fifth") on the back, and a pair of white cotton panties. She put his arm around her and snuggled up to him, spooning her body to his. She was soon asleep, and Elian began to doze off, but never again regained that REM sleep. He awoke in the morning woody (he wasn't that old), got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned he found Mandy awake and stretching. Her little nipples were evident through the fabric of her Beethoven's "Fifth" t-shirt and as her t-shirt had hiked up to just below her navel, he had a clear view of her panties and cameltoe. She got up and hurried to the toilet herself and Elian steeled himself not to react to her body. Elian rented a bicycle from the RV camps office and went into town. He wasn't sure why he was doing this, but he knew as soon as he spied the jewelry store. He went in and browsed the wedding sets and the salesperson (a psychology major at the local college) steered Elian towards some consignment jewelry. There were several rings there that were antiques (or at least classic designs from the 1800's and earlier. Elian was impressed with the young salesman's perspicacity and chose a set from Ronald LeBeau, a New Orleans jeweler from the early 1800's. The salesman showed Elian the Provenance. "Impressive!" stated Elian. It was a wedding set that had been bought but never used as the young lady died before the man could press his suit. The purchaser was Edgar Allen Poe. Elian knew the story of Poe and the poem of Annabel Lee. Though most historians and biographers believe it was his wife Virginia who was the protagonist in Annabel Lee, there are those who believe Poe was referring to his niece Anne Marie, the daughter of his estranged sister. The provenance upheld this as it included a letter from Poe to LeBeau asking if he could return the ring set. Elian asked the price and the salesman quoted $18, 000. "If it includes the provenance papers, I will pay your price," he stated. "Done, said the salesman. Elian paid with his American Express Cobalt credit card. He put the ring set (in its original box) and set off to the RV Park. When he arrived, Mandy was in the shower. He returned the bicycle to the office and went back inside the RV. Mandy was out of the shower, drying herself off in the bedroom that they had shared last night. He waited for her to get dressed and then went to her. He knelt and asked her, "Madena Anders Rodgers, will you do me the very extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?" She squealed, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. It was not a child's kiss but a lover's. He drew out the ring box and placed the engagement ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. Elian was mildly surprised, but upon reflection remembered that it was intended for a young girl, not a full grown woman. He then told her that they were going shopping. Upon her asking, "What for?" he replied "A wedding dress." She squealed again and again kissed him in a definitely non- childlike manner. He asked her what somewhat wedding she wanted and she said, "Immediate. I want you in my bed tonight." So, rather than going to a bridal boutique, he took her to an upscale misses shop in the French Quarter. There she chose a "little black dress." It wasn't a sexy dress, but it did show what curves she had. They next went to the Parish Courthouse and got their license. >From there to the Justice of the Peace's office and said their I do's. On their return to the RV Mandy took the keys from Elian and went into the bedroom. He protested that it would be better to return to the RV park before doing anything in there. She replied that she didn't intend to wait that long. She'd waited long enough. Elian went to the bedroom and said, "You think you've waited long enough, do you? I've waited 63 years to find that special someone. But I don't think making love to you in a courthouse parking lot is a good idea! There are police and Sherriff's deputies and Judges wandering about. Think of the hassle we'd have if someone were to take notice and thinking I'm taking advantage of you interrupted us. Something of a mood-killer wouldn't you say? Mandy agreed and gave Elian back the keys. They drove back to the RV park and re-set up their camp. Elian insisted on taking her out to dinner before further festivities. He called a cab from the office and they were whisked to a bistro just outside the French Quarter. They ate a Haut Cuisine meal, leaving them both hungry, so they walked back into the French Quarter (a whole two blocks away) and then the several blocks to Preservation Hall. There they enjoyed the classic jazz of the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. One of the band members recognized Elian and invited him to sit in. Elian demurred as it had been several years since he had even picked up his clarinet, but the band cajoled him into joining them. Elian started out with a clarinet riff from a very old jazz tune. The band joined in, as they played that tune often. They played the night away, but by 10:00 pm it was obvious that Mandy was becoming antsy. Elian asked to be excused. He then explained that he hadn't had that much fun in years, but that it was his wedding night. One of the band members had Elian wait a moment as he would check with a hotel in the quarter and see if the bridal suite was available. It was and he made a reservation. He escorted the couple to the hotel and left them with the night manager. This worthy took them to the bridal suite and saw them comfortably settled. After Elian tipped him he discretely departed, locking the door behind himself. Elian went to Mandy and took her in his arms. He kissed her, fully and long, as he put it later. She usually said that it wasn't long enough. He then started to remove her dress, slowly and carefully. "Don't want creases, you know!" he pronounced. Mandy giggled at this sally and then put her hand on his cock. "My cock!" she espoused. He chuckled, and removed her bra and panties. Then she started to remove his clothing, taking the same care he had with wrinkles. When they were both naked he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where they both proceeded to caress each other. After a few minutes of that Elian kissed down her neck to her erect nipples and proceeded to kiss, suck, and fondle her breasts and nipples. Mandy was ecstatic. She moaned and sighed and with other little sound let Elian know he was doing the right things to her. From her breasts he kissed down to her naval and when he kissed her there, she exploded. Her orgasm was intense. Too intense. She fainted with pleasure. Literally. Elian waited for her to regain consciousness and when she did, he proceeded from her naval to her thighs. He kissed down the tops and outsides of her thighs to her toes. He sucked on her toes and went through "This little piggy" on them. Twice, once on each foot. Mandy was enjoying the attention and was building to another climax. Elian then kissed up the inside and tops of her calves and thighs to her mound. There he licked the moisture that had oozed from her virgin slit. Mandy exploded again, and again, she fainted. She cried, "I never had any idea what this could be like. I'm glad I chose you as my husband and first and only lover." He moved back up to her ear and whispered, "I am gratified that I have been able to please you. You are a sensual little minx aren't you?" She giggled, and then said, "Isn't it about time you made a woman of me?" He replied, "Not quite yet, my darling bride. First we have to eliminate that pesky barrier of yours." He proceeded to kiss her again, working down from her neck and ears to her breasts, then to her navel, then to her inner thighs and thence to her sex. He licked her slit and then found her clit standing erect and out of its hood. He sucked, licked and caressed it and then stuck a finger into her pussy, making her groan and moan in pleasure. He touched her hymen and she gave a little squeak. "Eep. That hurt!" "I have to soften your hymen so that I can break it without pain. I'm sorry that hurt you, but I'm sure you know that the pain of my breaking it will be short lived and the pleasure will be much longer," he avowed. Mandy nodded and Elian continued his ministrations to her sex. He continued to lick, suck and finger her sex, occasionally touching and stretching her hymen. When she orgasmed this time, he broke through her cherry with his finger, then added a second finger rotating the pair so as to widen her entrance for his penetration. He added a third finger, stretching her further all the while continuing to kiss, lick, suck, nibble, and otherwise stimulating her clitoris and vagina. When she came down from her orgasmic high, she asked, "What next?" He replied that "Next I am going to caress you until I think you are just short of orgasm and then you are going to straddle me and place my cock at the entrance to your sex. You can then control both penetration and speed. If you feel uncomfortable, pause and wait for the stretching of your vaginal walls to become comfortable for you. Your pleasure will build this way and will not be painful." "But what about my hymen? Won't that hurt when you break it?" she asked. "You are no longer a maiden, my dear. You just have not yet had a cock in you!" he replied. "You mean I didn't have one?" she inquired. "No. I'm just saying that because of how I broke it, you didn't notice. I learned this from a 'professional woman' in my youth during a family trip to France. She taught me all about making a woman happy and taught me that if a woman will usually invite you back if you give her pleasure, making several visits possible. She also taught me that the reverse was quite true. Fail to give her pleasure and she will not see you again," he expounded. Mandy thought about this as Elian began to caress her body, especially her erogenous zones. Her shoulders, her breasts, he nuzzled her neck (especially the nape); he caressed her belly, her thighs, her buttocks and lubricating his finger from the moisture drooling from her pussy, he inserted into her anus and finger-fucked her there. Soon he rolled over onto his back, his erection standing proudly in air, and she straddled him placing his erection at the entrance to her love tunnel. She began to lower herself onto his 6˝"x 4" diameter cock. Elian was flabbergasted at how tight his bride was. He thought he had stretched her enough to make the entrance easier at least. "You are so unbelievably tight, my dear wife," he praised her. "I may come before we achieve complete penetration." "Oh no you don't!" she protested. She got the head of his cock inside her love tunnel. Then she pushed down just a little harder and succeeded in getting another two inches inside. She paused there for a couple of minutes and then pushed again. They gained another inch and after a moment she started to fuck him, lifting herself up until he was almost out of her and then lowering herself and gaining another fraction of an inch into her. She continued until, at last, she was fully engulfing his cock. She paused there for a moment and leaned forward to kiss her husband. She whispered to him that she was now fully his. He whispered that she would be fully his and he hers only when he laved her inner sanctum with his seed. "Well, then I guess that we'd better make sure that happens." She returned to the motions of love, and started to enjoy herself. As she neared her climax, she started to talk to him. "That's it Elian, my love. Fuck me and make a baby in me. I want your come and to be the mother of your child. Put a baby in my belly." Then she came. So did Elian. He had felt himself getting ready to soak her virgin pussy with his seed, but he was not expecting the strength nor volume he produced. Somewhere during the proceeding she had forced him into her womb. His come hit the top of her uterus and sprayed, dripped down the sides of and generally made a mess of her womb. It also found the egg that had been expelled by her ovary the night before. The lucky sperm that found the ovum was surprised (if such can be) by the ease of entrance it gained to the nucleus. The little boy it would produce in nine months would look almost as Elian did at birth, with just enough of his mother thrown in to make him an individual. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 80