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Mandy's Dilemma
by Subdudephx (subdudephx@gmail.com)
***
A young girl was thrown out of the house by her
heartless mother to be rescued by a kind and
understanding man. (M/f-teen, ped, preg)
***
Author Note: This is a work of fiction. 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.
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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
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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.
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