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Pregnant At Seventeen
by Lracson (address withheld)

***

Pretty and traveling in Europe with members of her 
private school class, Esther, named after the woman in 
the Bible, met an older Frenchman. Romance followed and 
her virginity was left in a hotel bed in Paris. She 
returned to the US with twins growing in her belly, 
where Esther found she was kicked out the house when 
her father found out she was pregnant with the twins. 
(M/f-teen, ped, 1st, preg)

***

"Henri, we mustn't... you should leave... no... I can't 
let you removed my dress... not my bra... please, 
Henri... no... I can't raise my hips... oh Henri my 
love... don't take my panties off..."

***

My parents weren't overly wealthy, but dad made a 
considerable income, and my mother didn't need to work 
outside our home. When I was seventeen, and graduated 
from high school, my parents allowed me to travel on 
the senior class trip to France and Germany, for a ten 
day trip.

I had attended private schools during kindergarten 
through high school, and they were part of the large 
church my family and I attended. My upbringing included 
Sunday school and church each week, and on occasion, I 
would attend the Wednesday night services with my 
mother.

When I dated, it was with someone from the church 
group, and our dates were limited to what my parents 
believed were wholesome dates. If I was permitted to 
attend a movie, it had to be G-rated, and so my life 
was fairly controlled.

Now I was on a trip to Europe and the first four nights 
were in Germany, and the last six were in Paris. When 
we arrived in Paris, one of the students, the girl I 
roomed with became sick, and had to be hospitalized. 
Kathy was sent home the following day. That left me 
alone in my room. When we went to eat at the small 
restaurant, I noticed a man looking at me, and he 
appeared to be around thirty-five years old.

When he smiled, I returned a nervous smile in return, 
and thought to myself, he is likely my dad's age. My 
father was thirty-seven, and my mother was thirty-three 
and she and I were the same size.

After eating, everyone paired off and went shopping, 
and I decided to visit a small store that sold Limoges 
pieces of dinnerware and decorative items. While 
looking at the beautiful deep blue porcelain, with 22k 
and 24k gold trim, to purchase as a gift for my mother, 
I saw the man who had smiled at me in the restaurant.

"Hello, I assume you're American... from where... I 
know your country somewhat as I have traveled to the 
USA," the tall slender man said with a beautiful 
accent?

"Yes, I'm American, and I'm with a group of high school 
students and we are on our class trip to Germany and 
now France... where have you been in our country?

"I have visited San Francisco, New York, the Grand 
Canyon, and do you know we have a "Grand Canyon" in 
France... you should see it... it is wonderful."

When the man asked me to join him for a glass of wine, 
I told him I didn't drink but perhaps I could have a 
cup of tea. I was lonesome and the rest of the class on 
our two teachers who were chaperones was somewhere 
having a good time, and I felt alone. Thinking nothing 
could happen in public, I ignored the warnings we had 
been given about taking off alone to explore the cities 
or country, or to meet up with someone.

"My name is Henri and I live on the Mediterranean near 
Nice, and you are, besides being an attractive American 
beauty?"

Smiling at his remark, and as I replied told Henri, 
"I'm Esther... yes, my parents named me after the 
Jewish queen in the bible, and I live near Atlanta."

After a while I followed Henri to a sidewalk café, and 
after a few moments of his speaking on the benefits of 
a good glass of wine, I agreed, although I knew I was 
being sinful. "What will one glass of wine hurt, and no 
one will ever know I drank it," I reasoned to myself. 
To my surprise, the wine was sweet and deep red in 
color, and Henri explained about the vintage and what 
cellar it was from.

For the next two hours we spoke about where I was 
from... my family... Henri's family... and about wine. 
I never knew so much about wine and I found it was 
enjoyable. As we spoke, I was surprised when a man with 
an accordion and another playing a guitar, walked to 
our table and sang and played two songs for us. Henri 
told me we should dance, so only the two of us danced 
while the others at the café` watched and applauded 
after we finished dancing.

"They think you are my young girlfriend, and are 
telling us I am a very lucky Frenchman to be with such 
an attractive lover... they believe we will make love 
all night after being serenaded by the two musicians.

I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment, 
and yet I felt pleased to believe such a handsome man 
had found me pleasant. Having only been with boys in my 
church, and the occasional kiss on the cheek, or 
perhaps a quick kiss on my lips after a special date, I 
was happy to be found attractive.

When Henri ordered the third glass of wine, I knew it 
was more than I could handle, but when the handsome man 
moved over and sat next to me, and was holding my hand 
in his, I couldn't believe it when he started kissing 
my fingertips. I loved feeling his lips travel and kiss 
their way over my hand and up my arm, and when Henri 
moved his lips to my throat, and kissed my neck in 
front of the whole world, I thought I would melt in 
pleasure.

Feeling Henri lips on my throat, I felt my body become 
heated, and then he was muzzling my ear and kissing it 
while blowing warm air from his breath into my ear.

My mind did not think when I felt his lips on my own 
and I knew a true kiss for the first time in my life. 
Henri had pressed his lips tight to mine, and after a 
few minutes, I moved my hands behind his head and 
pulled him to me even tighter. 

Slowly I opened my lips and allowed his tongue to 
search out my own, and I knew I was receiving my first 
French kiss, and by a French man, and in Paris, France. 
The sensations added to my feeling love with a worldly 
man... a man in France.

When I felt Henri move his hand onto my left breast, I 
caught his in my own, but did not pull his hand away. I 
wondered if I was drunk or simply enjoying the romantic 
allure of France, the city of love in my mind.

Henri suggested we go to my hotel room, and I thought 
he meant simply to take me home to my room for the 
night once we were outside my room; he took my room key 
and opened the door. We went inside and in a few 
moments, we were once more kissing.

While holding me in his arms, I felt a man moving his 
hands over my body for the first time and under my 
dress, as Henri had unzipped it in the back. Henri had 
pulled my dress down my arms, and was feeling my 
breasts, and eventually slipped his right hand inside 
my bra.

While I was moaning he must stop as we kissed, Henri 
had taken his other hand and reached down and pulled my 
dress up and was feeling my legs. I felt his hand move 
so smoothly over my legs, and thought at first, "I'm 
glad I shaved my legs this morning."

Then I was feeling a man's hand forcing my legs apart 
and commence feeling the skin on my inner thighs. Then 
it happened and I was at a loss to decide if I wanted 
his hands from my body, or have him continue his 
exploration of my upper legs, as Henri's fingers were 
feeling my panties and I knew they were damp, as I 
could feel them wet against my sex.

For several minutes I felt my body surrendering to the 
erotic and highly sexual arousal caressing of Henri's 
hands as they played with my breast and across the 
panties covering my sex. There was no way I could keep 
my thighs closed, and I moaned out, and told Henri, 
"Ummmm, Henri, I don't care what you do, but I can't go 
all the way. Just touch me anyway you wish... I've 
never loved a man before... I'm pure and..."

Henri pulled me to him and in doing so, removed his 
hand from inside my bra and my dress dropped back down 
over my legs. I remember how he had moved his hands 
down inside the back of my panties, and was caressing 
my hips, first one and then the other, and I wanted to 
be touched all over. Then I was enjoying a feeling I 
understood was wicked, but I was soon loving the 
feeling of a man's hands roaming across my hips, and 
feeling them squeezed firmly. 

Henri picked me up and carried me to my bed, and laid 
both of us down. Now we were lying on my bed, and his 
hands were once again feeling my breasts, my legs and 
moving his fingers under my panties. I knew his fingers 
were seeking my sex... and wondered if I wanted him to 
stop his exploring for my female mark?

Before I realized, in my wine fogged mind what was 
happening, I found Henri slowly removing my dress. 
Without my stopping him, Henri unhooked my bra behind 
my back, and then he was trying to remove my panties, 
the only item of clothing I was still wearing. While 
being undressed I recall telling the man the age of my 
father, that he mustn't take my clothes off, yet I took 
no action to his undressing me, I simply whispered out 
a weak protest.

"Henri, we mustn't... you should leave... no... I can't 
let you removed my dress... not my bra... please, 
Henri... no... I can't raise my hips... oh Henri my 
love... don't take my panties off..."

I watched with wonder in my eyes as Henri got up from 
the bed, and in my mind, thought he was going to leave, 
which I didn't want. Instead, I watched as the first 
man in my life was undressing before me, and then I saw 
him in the nude. The first penis was before my eyes and 
I wondered how something so large could enter my body.

After he was undressed, Henri reached down and pulled 
me to my feet, and had me stand so he could look at me. 
"You're very pretty, and your body is perfect, Miss 
Esther, and your breasts are very large and firm..."

Until then, I hadn't really thought about my body, but 
I knew that my breasts were 36-C, and on my five-one 
body, they seemed even larger, as I only weighed a 105 
pounds. Now a man was seeing me nude for the first 
time, and telling me how pretty I was.

We lie back on the bed, and when I felt Henri sucking 
my breasts, I loved the feeling. I felt Henri kissing 
my stomach, and understood I was about to experience 
oral sex. In school, and even my mother had once told 
me that woman and men were foul if they made love with 
their mouths. Yet in only moments, I felt Henri moving 
his lips all over my sex and he started licking it and 
in a few moments I had what I knew was an orgasm.

My eyes were shut, but it seemed as if I could see his 
tongue clipping and licking my sex. W hen I climaxed, I 
whispered, "Darling... oh my darling Henri... you're 
making me a woman, I'm getting it... aren't I 
darling... Henri... I'm getting off... augh, my Henri." 
I could feel my body heaving up from the bed, and the 
more I uttered out my release, the faster and harder I 
felt Henri licking my clitoris.

Henri's tongue was licking my vaginal slit from top to 
bottom, and I would occasionally feel his tongue flip 
across my anus, and at times his tongue attempted to 
push up my neither hole. Finally the sensations were as 
strong as I felt him nipping my clitoris with his lips 
as he flipped my hard button with his tongue. Unable to 
take his oral love on my sex any longer, I asked him, 
"Stop... please stop, oh my darling Henri... I can't 
stop getting off, no more... it is so strong... 
aughhhh."

While my body was still tense from my orgasm, Henri 
moved up over me and placed his penis against my sex. I 
cried out, "NO... HENRI YOU MUST STOP... I'M A 
VIRGIN... I CAN'T DO IT... nooooo Henri my love... you 
must stop!" My voice tapered off from a near shouting 
level to where it was only a week whisper.

When Henri rose up on his hands and looked down at me, 
he asked in a surprised and pleasant voice, "You're a 
virgin... you've never had sex... I licked a virgin to 
her first climax...?"

"Yes... I've never seen a man naked before, nor have I 
been nude before or even had a man touch me in any 
way... Henri we need to stop..." Feeling his hard 
erection pressing at the lips guarding my sex, I felt 
it slowly pressing me open, and trying to enter my 
body. "Henri, let's stop... I loved feeling your lips 
and tongue on my pussy, but I'm scarred and yes, my 
love, I'm still a virgin and I..."

Then it was too late and I fel his firm manhood probing 
up into my body... when I felt it slipping just inside 
my sex... then it was going deeper and I became 
frightened. I tried to draw back from him as he was 
going deeper in my body. Without any warning, the erect 
and hard manhood was pushing completely up deep inside 
me, and I felt a strange pain... it hurt but it didn't 
hurt, I cried out in some feeling I couldn't 
describe... "Augh, Henri... what did you do... you took 
my virginity, didn't you... it kind of hurts but feels 
good, I..."

I knew and fully understood I was no longer a virgin, 
and for five minutes or so, I felt the strong slender 
Frenchman moving his penis back and forth in my sex. 
When I felt him stiffen, I knew what was happening, and 
for whatever the reason, I wrapped my legs around his 
back and told him, "Henri give it... give me your 
seed... love."

I will never know if it was during the first time Henri 
came in me that night. Or the second time or third time 
during my first night of enjoying sex, that my body was 
on its way to motherhood. Or perhaps it was during the 
fourth or fifth time in the morning when Henri had 
entered my sex and placed his seed in me... which time 
it happened made no difference... I begged Henri to 
shoot his seed in me. I found out later that Henri had 
not only given me his seed... I had twins growing 
inside me, to prove he had planted his seed in my womb.

When Henri and I had sex the second time, I climaxed, 
and the next morning on both occasions that we joined 
our bodies together in love, I enjoyed a climax each 
time.

I attempted to perform oral sex on Henri before after 
we showered, and at first couldn't enjoy the act, but 
in what seemed like moments, I was in love with 
performing oral sex.

When I placed my lips on his erection, I could see how 
purple like the end of his erection was, and I kissed 
around the head of his manhood for a few minutes, then 
opened my lips and moved my mouth over the end of his 
thick male stalk.

While Henri was telling me how wonderful I made him 
feel, he was asking me to move my lips down lower on 
his prick. Henri whispered and asked, "Darling, move 
your mouth up and down and suck my prick," while using 
my face to make love to him.

Although it was only my mouth that I was using to 
slowly make love and have oral sex on his erection, I 
knew he would shoot his stuff in my mouth. I knew and 
wanted what would eventually happen. Could I take his 
male juices in my mouth without gagging, it seemed like 
such a wicked and foul thing to do, and I remember 
mom's saying just that to me many times.

I listened as Henri would ask me, "Suck my dick... suck 
my dick... make me cum." I could feel his hands helping 
me move my mouth up and down on his long and thick 
penis, and suddenly I started enjoying doing oral sex 
on the older man. I felt his body starting to become 
tense and I felt a power like feeling, and it was 
because I was in charge of the sex, so unlike when he 
was taking my pussy with his long manhood.

The feeling of his smooth male organ felt so unique in 
my mouth, I understood why some of the girls at school 
said it was the only sex they would do with their 
boyfriends. Kathy my close friend in school, she said 
she staid a virgin by giving head, and loved having a 
boy come in her mouth.

***

One day Kathy and I were eating lunch together in the 
school cafeteria, and told me she allowed our homeroom 
teacher, Mr. Manley and she did oral sex with each 
other, but allowed him to do it up her butt.
There was no way; I argued that she and Mr. Manley 
could have done such a thing... when and where... I had 
asked her.

"We were in his small office at the back of the class 
room, and I had stayed after school so we could kiss... 
we have been kissing all school year." Kathy then 
explained that he had begged her to let him do her, but 
she wanted to stay a virgin, so she "bent over and he 
fucked my ass," she explained.

I listened to Kathy tell how she was meeting him each 
night after school, and the next time she was meeting 
up with him... I'm going to let him have my 
virginity... should I?"

I never knew if she did, but believe she must have, 
because one day she said he didn't want to see her 
again, and she stayed after school and found Kate 
Darken and he in his small office. Kathy said the 
freshman girl was on her knees and giving him head... I 
hate him for making me a slut... I shouldn't done it 
with him, or at least not given him my..." 

"Oh my, Esther, I'm going to shoot my load in your 
mouth... suck me off darling... yes... yes... now 
darling Esther!" I heard Henri speaking words of 
endearment, and knew he was about to ejaculate in my 
mouth.

I asked myself, "Do I want to swallow his juices... yes 
I do, I thought to myself." I pulled my mouth from his 
erection and told him, "Henri, oh you called me your 
darling... come in my mouth Henri... let me taste and 
enjoy drinking your male juices."

I told myself as my mouth was filled with Henri's thick 
hot cream, "Oh mother your wrong... I enjoyed feeling 
his seed in my mouth and Henri's hard erection wasn't 
terrible nor foul, and can't believe it could ever be 
considered sinful."

***

The following night I hoped to find Henri as we had 
planned, but my teacher would not allow me out of her 
sight as she was still upset because I had went on my 
own the previous night.

Around ten that night, Mrs. Broughton, the teacher, had 
just left my room after a bed check to see if I was in 
my room, when someone knocked on my door. When I 
answered my door, I expected to find Mrs. Broughton, 
but when I asked, "Who is it," I heard a French voice 
say, "Henri."

Opening the door quickly, I allowed Henri to enter my 
room, and while I was closing my door, Henri pulled me 
into his arms and was soon kissing me.

"All night I waited and decided you were unable to get 
away, so I waited across the street from your hotel at 
the small bar and sat by the window and when I saw you 
and your group come into the building, I waited to see 
your light come on in your room."

"While I was walking down the hallway, I saw your 
instructor leave your room, and as I passed her I 
smiled and said hello. Walking past your room, I saw 
her turn to see which room I was entering and I 
pretended to be entering a different room, and she 
turned and walked down the stairs."

Henri removed my nightgown, and I wished it had been 
frilly and pretty instead of the plain cotton gown. 
When I was nude, Henri undressed, and I saw he was 
excited, and I knew tonight would be even more romantic 
than the previous night.

We both performed oral sex on the other, and after I 
had went off, and I was doing Henri, I knew he was 
ready to ejaculate, he asked me to stop, and he wanted 
to come in my sex.

"Henri, I want to drink your juices again, you can do 
me later... let me take you... please darling?" Henri 
lay back at the edge of the bed, and I kneeled on the 
floor and soon was stroking and sucking him as he 
instructed.

When he asked me to push my finger against his ass, I 
didn't hesitate, and when he asked me to shove my 
finger up inside his ass, I did as he requested. Henri 
immediately shot his juices into my mouth, and shouted 
out, "Yessss... oh Esther... I'm getting my nuts... now 
darling, now... suck my cock... take my come!"

Once more I was drinking his juices and this time it 
seemed he had twice the amount of cream to give me, and 
after I was done, I asked, "Did I do what you wanted, 
Henri... you liked my finger touching your... your... 
ass... you enjoyed that...?"

"Yes... perhaps later I will show you something very 
soothing and different... it might hurt a little..."

After we had sex and I felt Henri shooting his juices 
in me, I hugged him tightly in my arms, although I 
didn't climax with him. For about an hour we lay 
holding and touching each other, and then Henri was 
once more erect.

"Esther, I want to give you something special... can I 
do it in your beautiful ass... I will be gentle... you 
know, like you did me with your finger... I want to do 
you with my dick... please allow me to enjoy your 
lovely ass..."

"Henri my darling, I will do anything you ask... how we 
do it like that."

Never in my wildest imagination could I have believed 
that a couple would have anal sex, even though I had 
heard that it was done from Kathy. The feeling was 
unique, and it hurt going in me but in a minute or so 
after Henri was all the way up my behind, I found it 
different enough to feel good... it hurt and seemed to 
burn. When Henri let his juices go up inside me, I 
shuddered, and cried out... "Henri... you're doing it 
up my behind... oh Henri, give me you seed... in my... 
ass!"

***

When we were due to leave the following day and Henri 
and I had been having sex each night, and every 
morning, but the last night, I had to wait until eleven 
to meet Henri at the small bar across the street from 
the hotel.

We went to another bar a few doors down and Henri told 
me it was where the Bloody Mary was invented. We 
enjoyed the night and around one in the morning 
returned to my hotel. The sex was soft and gentle and 
each time Henri went off, I did, and would cry out, 
"Never... Henri... never stop loving me... you're my 
first lover, and I want you forever."

***

The next morning while Henri and I were having sex and 
I heard a knock on my door, and it was Mrs. Broughton. 
She was telling me to open the door. I jumped out of 
bed and told her... just a minute... I'm in the 
bathroom... and Henri grabbed his clothes and shoved 
them under the bed, and then went into the bath and 
turned on the shower. He had taken my hand in his and 
pulled me under the water with him.

"Go to the door with a towel around you... your wet and 
she will believe your showering and she'll leave," 
Henri instructed me. I was so fearful and scarred that 
Mrs. Broughton would know I was having sex, yet I went 
to the door and opened it only part way and stood in 
the partly opened door and asked, "Yes, Mrs. Broughton, 
what can I do for you... I was in the shower and I'm 
not dressed, so I can't let you in my room."

"Esther, everyone else is down for the last morning 
breakfast, and you're the only one who isn't... you 
need to get dressed and get down to join the rest of us 
for the breakfast meal... it will be another hour 
before we are done eating, so hurry darling, and your 
getting the floor wet, so finish your shower."

Mrs. Broughton left the door and I watched as she 
walked to the stairs, and I felt Henri standing behind 
me. He was nude and he pulled the towel from my body 
and we went back to bed and he made love to me for the 
last time. When he went off in me, I cried out, "Your 
seed, I want your seed, oh my darling Henri, give me 
all your seed... come in me my darling."

Henri cried out with me, and told me, "Take my come 
baby, yeah, let me get my nuts off one last time your 
sweet pussy... take my sperm baby... yes, your getting 
all of my sperm... hell, it would be something else if 
I gave you a baby... would you like that... if you get 
with my child, call me my Esther."

Once more we made love, and Henri had not pulled his 
manhood from me, and he got hard fairly soon. This time 
he told me over and over, "I want to bury my seed in 
you, I want to make you pregnant... do you want my 
baby... take my seed, oh sweet Esther, I coming in your 
tight pussy... aughhhh yes, now Esther, now!"

"Oh my Henri, give me your baby... I'm yours however 
you wish; I want your seed... Henri... now darling, 
plant it deep in me... oh that hurts it is so deep." 
When he was going off, Henri had pulled my legs up on 
his shoulders and was driving deeper in me than he ever 
had while we enjoyed making love. It was painful as he 
seemed even longer than previously, but I begged him, 
"Henri, I want you to fuck... fuck me... anyway you 
wish." Then I told the man who I had fallen in love 
with, "I've wanted to say... fuck... since you first 
made love to me, and now I have, oh my love..."

Before we said goodbye, we exchanged addresses and 
phone numbers and said goodbye, and I had tears in my 
eyes as I went to breakfast. I carried my two suit 
cases and bags of gifts with me and placed then in the 
dinning area with those of the other students.

While I was eating, I saw Henri enter the room and sit 
at a table facing me. As we both ate breakfast, we 
looked at each other, and I wanted to run over and hug 
him. My class and I left before Henri and he blew me a 
kiss... which Mrs. Broughton noticed and said she had 
seen that man throw me a kiss, and he should be 
reported.

"Mrs. Broughton, I believe it was for you, as he 
wouldn't do that for a kid, when he had an attractive 
woman to throw it to... it was for you, I'm certain."

"Don't be so silly... you know he was on your floor, 
and I saw him a couple of times in the bar across the 
street in the evenings, and hope you won't be unhappy." 
There could be no doubt that Mrs. Broughton had seen me 
with Henri, and she was saying as much but I knew she 
was keeping my acts private and must have seen us enter 
the hotel together.

Then Mrs. Broughton smiled at me and in a low voice 
said, "You're not a quiet one Esther, and I must say 
you're animated... I hope I don't get in trouble for 
not having more control over you."

"Mrs. Broughton, I... you won't tell...," and I was 
scarred at first she would report me, and then I 
realized she was allowing me to have her confidence, 
and she would not inform my parents of her suspicions.

To my surprise, Mrs. Broughton smiled and said, "Ted 
Sanders and I enjoyed a glass of wine across the street 
and down at Harry's bar, where the Blood Mary was 
invented. My nights were lonesome, either... so now 
were even in information."

"You and Mr. Sanders... then that was you two who I 
thought was at the back table... oh Mrs. Broughton... 
your both married... did Paris get to you both?"

***

Two months after returning home from my senior class 
trip, I discovered I was pregnant. My mother and father 
kept asking me which one of my classmates had gotten me 
pregnant, but when I told them about Henri they simply 
said I had disgraced them and must leave home.

My father shouted at me, "Esther, you're no young 
virgin girl, and why would you go to Paris and have sex 
with an older man... you're no longer my daughter," my 
father told me. Then he told me, "Pack your things and 
leave this house... you are sinful... what all you have 
done is unknown, but god will strike you for your 
sins."

I had over three thousand dollars in the bank, and I 
withdrew the money, and after packing my clothes and 
personal things, got in my car and headed out of town 
with no real destination. I drove North on I-71, and 
eventually I headed West on I-70.

When I arrived in Kansas City, Missouri, three days 
after leaving home, I got a room in a small motel, and 
after unpacking, decided to shower, and then go eat and 
read the want ads in the paper. While I was reading the 
paper, I was looking and reading the travel section of 
the paper, and there was an article about Nice.

Opening my purse, I took out the note where Henri had 
written his address and phone number. I knew it was 
crazy but I called Henri on my cell phone. At first I 
did not dial the number properly but soon I heard the 
phone ringing and hoped it would be Henri who answered.
Henri answered his phone in French, and I answered him 
back in English, "This is Esther, from the USA."

Evidently he didn't understand it was me immediately, 
and then he said, "Yes, this is Henri, may I help 
you... Esther... it is you... I have wondered about 
you... and miss you... are you returning to me... and"

"Henri... do you want me to come to France to live with 
you... and Henri, you may not want me to come to 
you...: I'm having your child... I'm pregnant with our 
baby... I want..."

"Esther... you're pregnant with my child... I will come 
to America tomorrow... or do you wish to come here... 
let me send you tickets..."

For the next hour we spoke and I knew my cell phone 
bill would be out of sight... but I didn't care. I 
didn't know where the airport was, but Henri told me he 
would set it up so I could pick up the tickets at the 
airport.

Two days later, and Henri had called me twice each day, 
I picked up the tickets at the airport and in one week, 
knew I would be with Henri. I sold my car, and after 
getting the money in traveler checks, waited three more 
days and then took a taxi to the airport and flew to 
Paris, where Henri meet me.

We were married the following week and I went to the 
embassy and asked what it would take to extend my stay 
in France. After getting things completed, I moved to 
Nice with Henri and into his home, which faced the 
beautiful blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea.

I sent mom photos of my wedding, which was a small 
affair, but I wore a white gown at the request of 
Henri. Once we were settled in Nice, I took loads of 
photos and sent them to my mother. In my letter I told 
mom how beautiful the southeastern part of France was 
and that I would love for she and dad to come visit.

I received a letter back from mom and she wrote me she 
was happy for me, but a little disappointed. Mom also 
stated that my father refused to answer my questions 
about he and I being father and daughter ever again.

When I found out I was having twins, I wrote my mother 
a long letter, and father refused and said he wouldn't 
reply to my mother about my request in bringing Henri 
and my babies home to the USA when they were born so 
mom and dad could see their grandchildren.

When the babies were born, I sent photos to mom, and 
hoped she enjoyed looking at her grandchildren. When 
the babies were one year old, Henri said the four of us 
were flying to America so the children could see their 
grandparents.

Mom cried when we stood before her as she greeted us 
after opening the door. Dad looked at the babies, and I 
could see his heart melt toward his grandchildren. For 
two weeks, the six of us enjoyed life as if no bump had 
ever been in the way of things. Dad took to Henri, even 
though they were nearly the same age. Mom said she knew 
my man Henri loved me and the twins.

END

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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.
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