Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Guarding Lolita A story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY (Mg, MF, ped, cons, rom, anal, oral, solo, preg, 1st) I wrote this story after hearing about a Yemeni girl, cute as a button, who died after her wedding night from -sexual trauma -. You can probably guess what that means. She was no older than the girl in this story. I wrote this in memory of her because I love girls of all ages and this is how I wish her life had ended up being. -As far as the unfair sex is concerned: Honesty, honesty, honesty. Avoid it at all cost. - One of the more notable of the laugh lines from the movie -Spud -. I take great exception to it on principle. I realize that many men feel the need to lie to a girl if she is underage. They mean well. To them age is a number, a number of years behind bars. But here -(TM)s the thing: It -(TM)s still dishonest. Saying she looks good isn -(TM)t a crime. In a society such as ours, where looks are valued more than character and females are more harshly judged by theirs, it is more of a crime not to tell her she -(TM)s attractive, especially in those sensitive formative years. Don -(TM)t misunderstand me though, please. I value honesty, not cruelty. I know that grandparents praise their grandchildren to no end. It comes with the territory. I -(TM)m not advocating for everyone to start thinking Jackson Pollack is as good of an artist as Michelangelo just because he is also famous and people pay for his works. I would never suggest fat-shaming as what they lack in outward appearance is often made up for by what is inside. I may not think fat is beautiful but neither do I understand a person calling a C(C)zanne a finger-painting if she -(TM)s below whatever arbitrary number applies in her locale. I -(TM)ve always disliked the word -pedophile - especially when used to describe a person fucking a girl who has bled. Pedophiles fuck the pre-pubescent. Pedophile has too violent a connotation, like you held the girl down and forced yourself upon her. Also I don -(TM)t put much stock in statutory rape. Who decided I couldn -(TM)t have sex with a girl below a certain age? Again, if she -(TM)s had her period, she -(TM)s old enough to make choices for her own body. Her natural urges are no less wrong than mine are if we both want the same thing. I would never treat a girl worse if she is underage. That is all in your preconceptions. I prefer to think of myself as an art connoisseur. If she -(TM)s a work of art, no matter her age, I want her. It might be harder for her the first time as she can -(TM)t make her own lubricant but lube was invented for such times as these. I would do anything for the girl in my bed at the moment, so if you cannot find a better word than the P-word, I will wear it as a badge of honor. I -(TM)ll never forget the day I first saw Abigail. I had always considered love at first sight to be some bullshit myth. However, the moment I saw her at the park, heard her melodious laugh, something inside me melted and I was a believer. I knew I wanted to protect her, care for her and love her for all eternity. She was 6; I was 20 years her senior. She had stolen my heart, wrapped me around her finger and to me she was the most beautiful girl of any age I had ever seen. -What was a man of your age doing in a park looking at children if not a pedophile? - you may ask. I love to read, especially out in the sunlight. It is its own reward. Sure, one of my favorite books was -Lolita -. I had no idea how many times I had read it. I had seen and critiqued each of the movies. Today I had another of my favorites: Frankenstein. I knew her father was never far away. If I were her guardian, I would be just the same way. Sure, back in the day, getting the father -(TM)s permission and dowries would come into the picture but I couldn -(TM)t legally marry her. Still I wanted to talk with her father. -Hello, my name is James - said I. -Frank - said he. -I see you and your daughter here a lot. Not trying to be creepy, just observant. On days like this, the real crime would be to stay indoors. - -I know what you mean. I notice you like to read here, probably for aforementioned sunshine. You have good taste in books. - he said, gesturing at the one I held. -Dark sometimes, but still great. I wish you had been my English teacher. I hated Shakespeare. Now I don -(TM)t read as much as I should. I try to spend as much time as I can with my daughter. Reading is such a solitary pursuit. - -It doesn -(TM)t have to be. My love of reading came from my mother reading to me as a child. To me it was magic how scribbles on a page could become sounds and stories. - -Yeah, you got that right. However, as much as I agree, I -(TM)ve only got about a year left and I just want to protect my little girl, watch her grow. Her laugh is infectious, no? - -Very - I assented. Why do I care so much what you think of me anyway? Why should I define terms? I think it -(TM)s important to make the distinction, that -(TM)s why. I am not saying I waited until Abigail was 18 to break her maidenhead but I am saying it wasn -(TM)t the foremost thing on my mind. Still, I had to play nice with daddy to get what I wanted. -You said you only had one year left. I have to assume your last visit to the doctor was not a great experience. - -Lung cancer, - said Frank, spitting the words out as if they caused his cancer, -untreatable lung cancer. Doctor said I had a year left. - -What if I told you I could help? Not cure you, but help. Who will look after your daughter when you pass? Friends, relatives? - -Parents dead, brother jailed for raping a little boy, no other family. I work in foster care and there -(TM)s no way I want her in that system. She is such a pretty little thing, she would definitely be raped or at least molested. I dislike it but I am just being honest. - -What if I said for the last year of your life I would give you a million dollars? That would take you a long time to earn, whatever you get paid now. All tax-free. I have a great lawyer. Travel with your daughter, tell your boss to fuck off, whatever you want. And if I can pay that much for one year, I -(TM)m a trust fund kid, your daughter will want for nothing. Take that to the bank. I can give you time to think it over. This is no dowry. Try not to think of it like that. Such an antiquated notion and we both know she is worth far more than that. Not trying to buy permission to marry her, just to become her guardian and care for her as long as we both shall live. Maybe I should have used a different phrase there. You know what I mean I hope. - -Of course. I want the money, believe me. But I am her father first. I cannot just sell my daughter like that as what happens if you tire of her one day and turn her out into the streets to make your money back? Just me being cautious. - -Not going to pressure you to decide. I understand your hesitancy. You -(TM)ve got all year to think about it as I see things. Then you have to decide either way. What good would money do when you are dead? Answer me that. How will it have cared for Abigail? - -I know the answers. I am no fool. I will accept the money but not for her hand. She means more than a million bucks to me. However, I will do it for my sake. There are places I want to go, my daughter to spoil and of course I would never go anywhere without her save for Heaven. I know one day she will join me there. Can you imagine Saint Peter turning her away at the gates? Inconceivable! - -Not a chance in Hell, pun intended. Come to my house at 12 Lilac Lane and we can do all the boring lawyer shit and then you can go off on your adventure. I won -(TM)t expect to see you for at least a year. Getting dark. We should all go home. See you later. - I will not confuse the reader with a non-lawyer attempting to explain lawyer stuff. Suffice to say that when the two of them visited later that evening, they were a million richer (and I consequently poorer) and I was to be Abigail -(TM)s guardian when her current one passed. The next day, they were gone. He was only renting their current home which made it far easier to part with it. I supervised the placement of all their things in a storage unit as agreed and they were free to jet-set around the globe worry-free. Periodically I got postcards from exotic locations. It would be crass to suggest I only looked forward to these to check up on my -investment -. Certainly it was nice to know she was safe and having a good time. They were well-picked and they made up a very artful collage on my wall. Maybe I did already miss Abigail or Abby as I -(TM)d already nicknamed her. I did barely know her but it didn -(TM)t feel wrong, not that I wished a speedier death on Frank to -obtain - her. I mean that, if I was going to adopt her, why shouldn't I marry her outright. Her last name would be the same either way. This thought gave me something to occupy my time with while waiting for her return. I asked Frank to measure the height and various other measurements for a wedding dress. Every father wants to see his daughter's wedding day and he surely wouldn't live until she was an adult. I knew a Persian man who reeked ever of cologne that made dresses for child brides in the Middle East. Child brides and midgets that's what the sign would have said if he were honest. Arranged marriages might be the thing after all. Well maybe sometimes, if they came to be in love as much as I loved Abigail. I love to do things for those that I love. I longed evermore to feel all four of her lips pressed against mine. Hate my desires all you want, but fuck you, you judgmental ass! If you want to know the difference between a pedophile and me, look no further than the motivation: selfish versus selfless. In other words, it is the difference between -loving - a girl and loving a girl, if that makes any sense. Basically it's about how much importance having sex with that person holds for you whether she's of age or underage, it doesn't make a difference except in if she's a throwaway one-night stand and whether she becomes your lover. Sure, being someone's lover isn't all about sex. It's like all the fun of dating, new conquests, romance, great times in and out of the bedroom. No it's all summed up in one word: lover. Do you as a man, woman, sheep? love her? When I asked myself that about Abby, the answer was an overwhelming -yes -. Even if we only had sex on her wedding night and never again, I felt as if I had swindled Frank and that I paid far less than I should have under the circumstances. She was worth at least her weight in gold and I had spent barely any time with her compared to daddy and now here I was pining for her and hoping our future together would be just as good, better even, than my dreams. Even counting down the days until their return held no pleasure for me. Sure there -(TM)d be a reunion, parties and all, or so I expected. Of course I would see her beautiful face, hear her melodious laugh. But despite the cards the days dragged by. My worries about being the best remained. I wanted most a world where she was happy, more than I could ever have wanted her. Yet she would be nearly 8 when she got back, I still a generation older. Would the gap be too much? Would she ever love me the way I was beginning to love and miss her? At least I would have more answers to life -(TM)s questions. That was some consolation. You might be tempted to think my wedding day (and that was still going to happen) was the happiest day of my life. It was a close second. The happiest I -(TM)d ever been was the day I picked Abigail and her father up at the airport. She was just as beautiful as when she departed; she was still the most beautiful girl in the world, her raven-colored hair framing her face in ringlets. She dropped her father's hand and ran to me hugging me and thanking me effusively. The torch had been passed. Now she knew on a basic level that I was there to protect and provide for her. Frank did not look so happy and bubbly. He looked worn and haggard and I knew it wasn't just from jet-setting around the globe. He asked that we visit his lawyer before I dropped him at the oncologist -(TM)s. He just confirmed what Frank already suspected and the lawyer was there to get ready for: Frank was dying and soon. While this may be strange for -normal - people to process, everything I -(TM)ve said is true. I picked up Abigail and we stopped at the dressmaker -(TM)s before dropping Abby off. Well that is almost true. The dress was a perfect fit with a few alterations. When it was finished, the man sucked in his breath and asked if he could take a picture for the magazine contest. It was okay with me but I asked Abigail before I said it was okay. Girls can be vain at any age as I soon came to know. She readily agreed. The shopkeeper thought she might even be a frontrunner to win the contest they were holding. I paid for the dress and we left the place looking like a prince and princess, or so I'd like to think. Since Abby was already all dressed up and Frank called to say he had been admitted to the hospital, I changed my plans and we drove, instead of home, to meet him. There are no words to sum up the emotions expressed when Frank saw his little girl and her dress. He held her for hours, sobbing, overcome by emotion. She was crying too because her daddy was crying. Under the circumstances, I could hardly blame them. When they were done and Frank had dried his eyes, he motioned me over to his bedside and shooed his daughter into the other part of the room. I bent to hear what he had to say. -When I pass and I know that will be soon, you are my daughter -(TM)s legal guardian. I know you will probably adopt her and change her last name to yours. Hell, you might even want to marry her. I can -(TM)t stop you from beyond the grave. However, if you hurt my daughter, do anything ungentlemanly to her or --whatever, you catch my drift, I will hunt you down and haunt your ass until you die or I make you so miserable that you kill yourself. I hope that doesn -(TM)t happen. You are probably the best guy I know for the job. - -Of course, sir. I understand. I won -(TM)t let you down and I hope never to disappoint her either. You have my word. As a gentleman if that makes it any better. I -(TM)m not marrying your daughter because of some ancient bullshit about being married before you have sex, not marrying her to screw her. I want you to know that. And I doubt you will have need to figure out how to haunt me. Probably more deserving people for you to fuck with, sir. Respectfully, one guardian to another. You are giving me something more precious than money and I will never forget that. Godspeed, wherever the journey takes you from here. - When I left the two of them in the hospital room, he was giving out last advice. I would feel like an asshole if I tried to separate them. He was still her legal representative and he was her closest relative. He was her daddy. Frank passed away 2 days later, Abigail right beside him. We held the funeral a few days after and since I was the last to file past, it wasn -(TM)t difficult to tuck the magazine his daughter was on the cover of into his folded arms. Since I was now her guardian and leaving her in her old home would be morbid and painful, she came to live with me. I understood her sullen, pouting face. It -(TM)s never easy to adjust to a missing parent, change your life around and prepare for a birthday and a wedding at the age of 7. I -(TM)d rented a boat for the wedding, just she and I and a canned ceremony. It wasn -(TM)t huge but I -(TM)d made every attempt to make it as homey and romantic as I knew how. With any luck, she wouldn -(TM)t pitch herself over the side to join her father in death. Certainly it would be a tough 24 hours for her but what about me, the groom? It wasn -(TM)t like I was operating from a vast trove of sexual knowledge and experience. I could only hope that what I did know would suffice. Nobody wanted that more than I. Today was the day, 7/6/2014. All systems go, me in a rented tux, she in her gorgeous bridal gown, barefoot. It was no matter that nobody was here to cry or go crazy. Nobody to critique her shoes or lack thereof. Just me, she and the sea. I -(TM)d already filed for a legal name change and adoption papers but there was no sense ruining today with prying eyes. Today was not about them or their acceptance. It had nothing to do with their sexual mores. Just me and the girl I loved that I hoped might one day love me partaking in what might be viewed as an arranged marriage. Abigail was resplendent in her dress. Honestly, though I had shaved, next to her I felt like a walrus. If only her father could -(TM)ve given her away as tradition demanded. Well, I guess he already had in his own way and I felt blessed. When it came time to say our vows, I paused the recording and got down on one knee on the wet, pitching deck of the boat. -Abigail Melissa Etheridge, I know we both miss your daddy and we haven -(TM)t been engaged like other couples. If you want, I would propose to you every day until you got tired. You are that special. - -I know this isn -(TM)t the way to do this; you -(TM)re already taking my last name. I couldn -(TM)t bear it though, not marrying you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I have wanted you. I was never one to settle down and get married but you have changed all that. I couldn -(TM)t NOT marry you. I love you. Even if you -(TM)re not ready to say vows today to me, I have vows for you. - -Abigail, I vow-a vow is sort of like a promise-I vow to protect you, provide for you and love you as long as I live and you let me. I know your father would wish that he could give his little girl away today. At least he got to see your dress before he passed. Abigail, because I love you, because I could not live life without you, I will marry you. - Abigail -(TM)s eyes sparkled with tears behind her veil. It wasn -(TM)t THAT poetic. But I knew why she was crying. It wasn -(TM)t me at all. Her father had died only recently. Why shouldn -(TM)t she be sad? -I have no vows for you. I barely know you. I can -(TM)t promise that I -(TM)ll be a great daughter or wife or anything. I -(TM)m only 7. I -(TM)m sure in time I -(TM)ll get to know you, maybe even love you. I think this is how this works. I -(TM)m sorry I don -(TM)t have more for you. - -That -(TM)s okay. You did just fine. - I pushed the pause button again and the recording resumed. -I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. - Always was the best part of any wedding. I lifted her veil. Her eyes were still a little sparkly but that was just fine. If anything it made me want her still more, though not as a man wants a woman, not in that way. I looked at her pink lipstick and her thin lips and I kissed her tentatively, tenderly even. She returned it, also tentatively, girlishly and even though she was but a little girl, in that moment I felt like the tallest of men. Even if making love to her wasn't the most important thing to me right now, it could be when she grew up. The girls I had dated in school had never actually let me fuck them, so I was still a virgin, for what it's worth. Maybe I should have raped them; that was en vogue now and lots of girls wouldn't tell. Just kidding. They had however not been shy about oral, giving or receiving. I -(TM)d developed a taste for it, so to speak. Consequently if there was one sexual thing I thought of doing with her, I really wanted to eat her out. How can a man like giving oral so much? If that's what you're used to and you enjoy it how can it be perverted? It was my turn-on. If Abby's legs were wrapped around my head maybe I -(TM)d even get hard enough to break her little hymen. That got me thinking. Maybe it was premature at the moment. In truth, today was never about the wedding night, never about popping my child bride -(TM)s cherry so you can get that out of your perverted mind. I wanted to, God knows I did, but weddings are for brides, not grooms. Nevertheless, I picked her up and carried her to the -honeymoon suite - so to speak. I -(TM)d strewn rose petals everywhere and written a heart with our initials on the bed with them. Those damn things cost more than renting the boat. Fucking florists! I set her down on the bed and lit the candles scattered all around the room as she took in her surroundings. -I have a question. What happens now? - I finished and sat on the bed next to Abigail. -Well traditionally the married couple have sex to prove the girl is a virgin and to try and make babies. Most girls your age have never had sex so you are probably still a virgin. Sex is what married couples have on their wedding night and you aren -(TM)t old enough to have a baby. - -Do people like having sex? What is it even? - -Well yeah. Girls maybe not as much as boys but that's a long story. Without sex there would be no babies and no people. - -During sex the man sticks his penis inside the woman's vagina and moves it in and out until he starts feeling really good. Then he plants baby seeds in there. If everything is right, the baby is planted in her garden. Sometimes they don't want to make a baby and may just practice for fun. - -Does it hurt? - -Sometimes it hurts a girl the first time or she bleeds. That's how they know she was a virgin. It doesn't always. Each girl is different and if a girl doesn't maybe want sex or a baby there're other things they can try. - -Like what? - -Oral on either partner, anal. You have to have a boy and a girl to make babies. Sometimes boys have sex with boys or girls have sex with girls. It's still okay. - -What are oral and anal? - -They are a different kind of sex. In oral either the girl or the boy gets licked and sucked down between their legs. Sometimes both at the same time. That's called 69. Anal is where the man sticks his penis in his partner -(TM)s butt. It can be very fun if done right. If done wrong it might even hurt and you might never want to do it again. You have to pick the right person for anal, someone who will take time and relax you, who cares about you and loves you and wants you to have a good time. - -It still seems gross. Wouldn't that guy get poop all over his penis? - -Not if the girl's prepared right and if he cares at all about her he'll help get her prepared. - -So we don't have to have sex all the time? Only tonight? - -Only as often as when you want, sugar. A lot of girls like marriage because they don't have to have sex very often. They must not have very good husbands. - I took out my new iPhone 6. if we did have sex, I wanted some before and after shots. -You can still love somebody and not make babies? - -Sure. That's what some couples decide. You can't have a baby yet anyway so decide when you can. That would be fine. And if you don't even want to do it with me, I understand. I will never care more about myself than about you. - -Did you mention before and after pictures? I liked posing for that magazine cover. Something inside me liked showing off. - -If that is what you want. Some of the pictures will be naked, just for me and you. A gentleman does not show pictures of his lady loves naked without permission. - I went through a phase in college where I used to do photo shoots for girls that wanted to model. I never asked for money; it was well past film so pictures cost nothing. Many repaid me by sleeping with me or at least letting me do oral or sucking me off. None of them actually made it as models; maybe it was karma paying them back for not committing to going all the way with me. They were hot though and I still have their shots on my computer. Abigail was more than willing to be shot, even nude in front of a man she barely knew. Saucy, sultry, sexy, I made sure to get photos in all stages of undress and poses I could think of. -Is it okay if I call you Abby? Abigail is a beautiful name but something shorter is nice sometimes. - She was still standing naked in front of me, not embarrassed in the least. She didn't have much to be shy about from a development perspective but it might bear repeating the stranger danger speech I hoped her father had already given. She was very trusting; maybe too much so. -Of course. Sometimes I like Abby better. Whenever my full name is called I think I might be in trouble. - -Abby it is then. - I leaned down and softly kissed her again and she kissed me back as well. If we never got past learning about kisses, I would still be a happy man. She was becoming a fine kisser, a really quick study in the art. Though it was unfair to liken her to older girls, some of them really should've kissed more girls. Who knows how long we kissed? We both had to apply lip balm once or twice as well as get water. It was Abby that broke the spell as I knew it must be. Tonight was hers, I was hers and I -(TM)d promised I always would be. I meant every word too. -You mentioned other kinds of sex. What did you mean? - -Which did you want to know about, oral or anal? - -Both. - -Well oral is about sucking, kissing and sometimes lightly biting -down there -. I pointed at both our genitals. Anal is when the boy sticks his penis in someone else's butt not in the front like for making babies or just for fun. You have to be very careful in that hole. Lots of slippery stuff and relaxation. Guys like it because it feels really awesome. But you really want to do it with someone who cares about you and not just themselves. Maybe save that for when you're a little older. - -Can we at least try oral? I don't understand it so maybe a demonstration would help. - -Just what I've been waiting to hear all day! I thought you would never ask. A lot of people like it when there's no hair down there. It gets stuck in their teeth or something. Flossing is such a pain! - -Why would there be hair? - -When a boy or a girl reaches the age when they can make babies, changes happen to both of them. One is that they grow hair down there. - -I don't think I want hair. That would be more to wash. I like me the way I am. - -I do too. You're very pretty just like you are. - -But you mentioned other changes -- - -I can already tell that you'll be a questioning one. Smart too. Very well. The age when boys and girls make babies is called puberty. Usually around 10 to 13, though sometimes it starts later or earlier. It's not the same for everybody. - -When the boy becomes a man, he grows hair. Not just on his penis but on his face. I cut mine off but it grows back. His voice gets deeper and he sounds less like a girl. He can pee baby seeds into a woman and he grows a bit more muscle so he can fight other men or protect those he wants to protect. - -When a girl becomes a woman, her hips get a bit wider and rounded. She grows breasts to feed her babies with. She bleeds down there every month if she's not on the right medicine or there is no baby growing inside her tummy. - -Eww, that's gross! - -We can worry about that when you get older. Probably years away. Your voice will change too. It will get higher. - -I know that is a lot to process. You will have it repeated in school though so you don't have to feel you need to know it all right now. - -Sorry to get you off-course for so long. You were going to show me about oral weren't you? - -Yes, sweet thing. I -(TM)ve wanted to taste your cunny for so long. That's just one name for your vagina. Grown women call it their pussy but I like cunny for a girl as young and cute as you. Cute word for a cute part on a cute girl. - She blushed and I knew, as I had known for so long, I would protect her with my life, even take a bullet for her. I laid her gingerly on the bed. I knew she wouldn't break but I loved her and it was still our wedding night. -Abby, baby, I love you. You're the most beautiful girl I know. - I said as I kissed her pretty pink lips, kissed every part of her I could see on my way down to her other lips. They were so beautiful and this coming from a man who had appreciated his share of vaginal lips up close. She spread her legs invitingly and I had her hold her outer ones apart for me as I had in some of her photos. I was told before the first time I ate a woman out that cunnilingus was like making love or saying you loved her with your mouth. Though I knew the insides of no woman, I knew each of their intimate parts like a fingerprint. So although I was loving Abigail orally and enjoying her more every minute, in the most intimate fashion, I was taking her pussy print. -Stop! Stop! Stop! It tickles so much I think I'll pee! -Go for it, my love. Do what feels natural. You should always do what feels right. Your body knows better than your brain. Let it take over in times like these. Please. - She held my face against her privates so hard I could hardly breathe. I suppose it was no different from holding the female face against your crotch while you flooded her throat with sperm. After a little bit, she let me go. No doubt I had the biggest silliest grin plastered across my face as I looked lovingly up to her post-orgasmic face. Panting she asked if we could do it again to which I obviously said yes. After #2 she asked what just happened. -Did it feel so good you thought you could take no more but you never wanted it to end? You said you thought you would pee. - -Yes, how did you know? - -Because it happens the same for guys too. That first time is always like that. You just had what is called an orgasm. You can have one on your own too. I can show you later. - -Do only married people do it? - -Of course not. How would I have gotten to practice for you then? I had not met you yet so I had no idea that that was what I was doing but I know now. We can do it anytime you want to. - -And I do that to you too? - -I have a different thing than you. It looks different, uglier. I want to teach you, I do, but maybe after we truly become man and wife. It should go easier now that you are relaxed. I let my pants drop down to my ankles and stepped out of them, stripping my shirt off and throwing it behind me. -It is ugly and so hairy. - -Be right back. - I went into the boat -(TM)s small bathroom and pulled out the razor and shaving cream I brought for just this occasion. 10 minutes of careful shaving later and I was as bald as she. When I emerged again, I asked if it was better. -It looks so big now. But it looks cleaner and you smell good. I love the smell of spearmint. That goes inside me? - -Not yet, baby girl. Wait for it. - Looking at Abby's naked body lying on the bed --hey, no judging! And there it was. Abigail shrieked as I grew larger as if by magic. -That will never fit in me! - -You can stretch. Babies come out from there and of course those are even bigger. Relax, I mean it! - She seemingly had trouble following my advice so I brought out the other weapons in my arsenal. I brought forth a glass of wine from the kitchen. Okay it was mostly juice and only part wine. She was still seven after all. The other thing, as she downed the -nerve tonic - all frat boys try and get college girls drunk on, I got out the -His & Hers - lubricant I -(TM)d bought long ago for a special girl. I was dying to try it out and who better to use it with than the girl I was trading my virginity with? -What is that? - she inquired. -Since you are a bit young to make your own slippy stuff to help me inside, I have fake stuff. Lots of people use it. Even grown women need a bit of help sometimes. Are you less nervous? - She answered slowly but intelligibly. I would have to remember alcohol had such an effect on her. -Much better now. I might be ready. Do you love me? Will you when we finish? - Surprisingly insightful for one so young. -Always! You need never ask but I would happily tell you until you believe me. Yes, Abigail, I do love you. - Now was the part where I made her a woman, where she -sacrificed - herself to me for the marriage. It was the part of the evening I most dreaded. -But she -(TM)s a 7-year-old virgin, probably. She and daddy weren -(TM)t that close surely. You -(TM)re living the dream, man! - you say. But I think most people get hung up on the whole virgin thing and overlook what taking a girl -(TM)s virginity means. Certainly for the girl it may be physically painful. But what about the guy? If he -(TM)s the type that she chose to pop her cherry, while not physically painful, it still hurts him as much or more. For the sake of tradition, I was going to have to hurt the girl I loved. I lowered myself to the bed and began to kiss her. Toes, feet, legs, cunny. Everything I could see. Looking deep into her eyes, I slotted the head of my penis between her -lips -. -Abigail, sweet, precious thing, relax. Don -(TM)t clench up and try and keep me out. That will just make it worse for both of us. - I gradually added pressure, snug up against her little cherry. -~I -(TM)m sorry, baby. -(TM) -OW, OW, OWWWW!! STOP! - she screamed. I looked down and could see that she had given me a gift no woman can ever regift. She was a woman now. I pulled out to give her a break but mostly because I had lost it. Her pain had caused me to become putty between her thighs. I grabbed a handkerchief off the nightstand and dabbed at her bloodied, battered lips leaving a reminder of her first kiss behind. -You did good, you pretty little thing. It won -(TM)t ever feel that bad again. - I said through misty eyes. -Did you know that if you switch the first B with the A in Abby, it makes baby? - I said to try and distract her. -No. - -Well, it does anyway. Abby, you -(TM)ll always be my baby and I don -(TM)t mean like a newborn kind of baby. Baby is what you call people you love, people who are very special to you. Boyfriends and girlfriends sometimes call each other that. Mommies and daddies. - I lowered my face to her crotch again in apology and it wasn -(TM)t long before all was forgiven. -You can put it in again, I -(TM)m okay. You didn -(TM)t squirt any baby seeds in me. That -(TM)s how you know sex is over. You said. - -Yes, yes it is. But sometimes a boy and girl do it multiple times. Not just once. I won -(TM)t make you though. Once is all I need for today. - I reentered my little darling now that I was good to go again. I know what the reader is probably thinking at this point. -~You already busted her tiny hymen. Isn't that enough? You're still going to rape that poor little girl? -(TM) Let's be clear, even if you count that she was my wife, I still never raped her. If you don't get that by now, I don't expect you'll like the rest of this story. -Abby, sweetheart, you can tell me to stop whenever. Just say the word. - I had my hand around the base of my cock so I wouldn't try and get more in her then her cervix allowed. -It's fine. It doesn't hurt like before. I'm glad that's over. I want to know what it's like what you told me about at least once. If that's okay. Thanks for putting more slippery stuff in me, by the way. - -They say when a man gets married he gets a new boss. I know what they mean. But I don't mind. You were always going to be the boss even if we didn't marry. - The only reason I lasted as long inside my wife as when I masturbated to her picture, despite her tight embrace, was the speed I used. I would always make love to my little precious until she decided she wanted to be fucked. Half an hour later, I gave up fighting to hold back. I had been saving up for a week and was honestly surprised I -(TM)d managed so long, what with her tight prepubescent cunny wrapped around my prick. I pulled out reluctantly since inevitably my anatomy would defy my desire to be joined to her forever. -It's so hot! - she exclaimed as I grabbed the camera to capture the glob of cum dribbling out of her pretty little cunny. Creampies for the win! -It just came out of my body. Of course it's hot. Haven't you ever peed in the shower and felt its warmth? - -Gross! - she said abashedly. -Yes, - more softly and sheepishly. -Just think of this as white pee. - I took some of what had leaked from her and held it up for her inspection. Hesitantly she reached out and touched it. -It's kind of slimy and gross. It doesn't feel like that inside me though. It feels like it belongs there. Is that weird? - -No, it's natural. It's just how the body of females reacts. This stuff makes babies and girls -(TM) bodies want to be pregnant even though pregnancy sucks. Let -(TM)s head home. - -Home. Strange to think of your place as my home but I guess it is now, - she said as I donned my clothes. -Sweetness, you should put your clothes back on. I don't think that people would like the sight of a naked little girl, even one as pretty as you. - -Can I wear the dress? I look so good in it and let's face it I'm not going to fit in it much longer. - -Of course, just as long as you wear something. - As I piloted the ship back to American waters and the waiting port, she came and stood beside me, our backs to the setting sun. One phase of our lives had ended; the next had begun. When we reached harbor, I carried my bride to the waiting limo. I might have to arrange to buy that boat now. She had been christened -Felicity - and that is just what I had found on her. -I -(TM)ve never been in one of these before! - -If you want to know the truth, neither have I. Another confession, on the boat was my first time with a woman too. We were both virgins. - -So you gave me something that can't be given again also. - -Yes, but you have no proof and the guy -(TM)s first time is worth less because of that, not like what you gave to me. - -I have an idea. - She reached into her purse and pulled out a small knife. -This was just in case but it wasn't so bad. Not great but after the pain it didn't completely suck. Hold out your hand. - -Are you left- or right-handed? - -Right. - I had put my best hand forward, so to speak, when bidden. Silently and deliberately she drew the blade across my palm. Just as silently I bore the pain. She took a pencil from her bag, asked for the rag I had cleaned her once-innocent body with and wrote our names and the date with my blood. -There. Now it's official. I don't know if it will leave a scar. But every time you look at your hand, you will remember me, remember today and remember that I was your first too. - -How did you get so smart? - She simply shrugged. -When I reach puberty, will I like sex more? - -Yes, you might even start to want it and that doesn't mean you're a bad girl. Don't ever let anyone tell you that. - -Well until I reach that age, maybe if we only do it on our anniversary and our birthday would that be okay? - -It would be more than I deserve. - -We shall see. If you give me oral sex like tonight whenever I want it, I can't complain. - -Dearest Abby, you only ever need to say please and I will understand. - -Please, - she said beseechingly. -Do you want to be heard? Who knows how soundproof that partition is. - She shook her head as she reached under her dress and pulled off her little pink panties. -Please, - she said before wadding them up and stuffing them in her mouth. I was only too happy now to oblige and she finished just before we pulled to a stop at our home. Our home. That would take getting used to but I figured if anyone could manage, I could. She popped her panties out of her mouth and handed them to me. Maybe she was nympho but she was 7 and after your first orgasm, it -(TM)s sort of like an addiction for some people. If I was her supplier, I would offer her that drug as often as she wanted. I picked her up and carried her over the threshold like a groom traditionally would. She was happy to be carried -like a princess - and I welcomed her to her new home. Her things were already waiting for her. Make the transition as smooth as possible, I -(TM)d been advised. I showed her to her room but she stopped me. -Husbands and wives sleep in the same room. Even I know that. You -(TM)re like 5 times my age. - -I wasn -(TM)t sure you wanted to seeing as I -(TM)m so ancient. Of course you are welcome to join me. It is your house too. - I carried her to our bedroom and flipped on the light. Secretly I -(TM)d hoped for her to join me in my bedroom but I -(TM)d decorated both bedrooms nonetheless. I had written -Welcome Home Abby - with Hershey -(TM)s Kisses and had pink and red roses by her side of the bed in a vase. -Wow, that -(TM)s a big bed! - -It -(TM)s called a king-sized bed. - -And now the king has a queen. The kingdom rejoices! - I laid her on the bed and bowed. -What does my queen wish? - -Warm up the bed for me! - I flicked off the light and joined her, enfolding her in my embrace as I started spooning with her. -Is my queen satisfied? - -I -(TM)ve never done this before but I like it already. You are guarding my back and I just feel so safe and warm. - -One is glad to be of service. This is called spooning. Since I -(TM)m in back, I -(TM)m the big spoon and you -(TM)re the little spoon. Have you thought of where you would like to go on a honeymoon? That -(TM)s a trip married couples take after their wedding. We can go anywhere or lots of places. It doesn -(TM)t matter. - -Hmm, I liked Italy. They have so much yummy ice cream. I want to see Hawaii though and maybe some pretty island like Tahiti or Jamaica. Australia might be cool. - -Why not all of them? I can -(TM)t say I -(TM)ve been to any of those and who doesn -(TM)t love ice cream? - -I know, right? You mean it, that we can go to all of them? - -I don -(TM)t see why not. I -(TM)ll start planning tomorrow. No, that -(TM)s our birthday. Day after tomorrow. - -Good night, best husband ever. - -Boy, you really love ice cream. Good night prettiest wife ever. - The next day was our 8th and 28th birthdays, respectively. We -(TM)d come to the agreement that there would only be sex on anniversaries and birthdays until she hit puberty. Then we -(TM)d just have to see. I -(TM)d made an angel food cake with strawberry glaze since she said that was her favorite cake in the whole wide world. I told her I was too old to have candles or make wishes so it was adorned with only 8. -I was joking last night about you being old you know. Sure you -(TM)re 20 years older but you don -(TM)t look like it. You look like my big brother or something. You -(TM)re sure you don -(TM)t want to make a wish? - -I have everything I want. I have you. You -(TM)re everything I could ever hope for and more. I -(TM)m serious. I don -(TM)t even know what else is left for me to wish for. - -Suit yourself, - she said, blowing out the candles with ease. -I don -(TM)t know what to ask for as presents. You -(TM)re already planning our honeymoon. That -(TM)s sort of a present. Don -(TM)t the bride and groom feed each other cake at weddings? - -Yes, Abby. Sometimes they enjoy making a mess on each other -(TM)s face for the guests more than eating the cake. Waste of good cake, in my opinion. - I cut two large slices and set them out on plates. The beauty of angel food cake is you can mash it up into a ball and it -(TM)s not so sticky and messy you can -(TM)t pick it up by hand. I wadded my cake up into a ball and she hers. -Say, -~Aaah! -(TM) - and when she did I popped the sweet into her mouth and she did the same for me. We chewed thoughtfully in silence before Abigail said, -Happy birthday, husband! - and I bent over and kissed her before saying -Happy birthday, wife! - I -(TM)d be lying if I told you I was used to marriage. It was strange to think about. I had a simple ring on my finger and she wore her mother -(TM)s old ring, the ring she had given back to Frank when she ran off with her trainer, on a chain around her neck. It seemed easier to wait than to resize it when she still had growing left to do. -Should we eat all the cake now? - she asked. -It was so yummy! - -No, let -(TM)s save some for breakfast. Besides, I have something even sweeter I want to eat. - Abigail blushed and ran off to the bedroom. -If I let you take pictures of me, you -(TM)ll do what you did on the boat? - -I don -(TM)t have to take pictures for that you know. I would do it without. - -Well, I sort of want to take them. You -(TM)ve got some from when I was 7, now you -(TM)ll have some from when I turned 8. We can do it on our birthdays and anniversaries, just like sex, if that -(TM)s okay. - -You are full of surprises, - I said as she posed in all the positions I -(TM)d put her in yesterday. - --and ideas. - I liked the way she thought, I -(TM)ll be honest. Was frankly surprised she was so agreeable. -These are just for us, right? - -Do you think I want to show off my wife like that and make others hate me? Of course they are only for us. I don -(TM)t want to share you with anybody. - -That -(TM)s good. The others might not be as nice as you. I don -(TM)t think my dad agreed to let you be my guardian for the money. I think he did it because he knew that in everything, you would put me first, take care of me and love me. Maybe a little different from him, but still the same. If that makes any sense to you. - -I think you are probably right and so was he. Taking care of you isn -(TM)t all about money. You can be as rich as Bill Gates but money can -(TM)t be switched with love. Just not the same. - -Aren -(TM)t you ready for dessert, my hubby? - Was I ever! After my customary cunny tongue-lashing, I figured it was time to teach my young wife even more about sex. There are plenty of positions now that I think about it and we had plenty of time to explore them but I would be remiss if I didn -(TM)t let her in on some classic non-missionary positions. -Abby, let -(TM)s try something different than yesterday. Get on your hands and knees for me. - Obviously I -(TM)d taken pictures of her in this position. I said I -(TM)d tried all kinds of poses, didn -(TM)t I? After she -(TM)d done as I asked, I got on the bed behind her and worked the remainder of the lube into her and onto me. I knelt behind her and pulled her toward me, onto me. I then leaned over and started my explanation. -This is called doggy-style because that -(TM)s how dogs and every member of the mammal family except whales and porcupines do it. - -What are mammals? Some kind of animal? - -Yes, one kind. Mammals are mammals because of several things. They feed their young with mammaries, breasts. The babies drink milk during the first stage of their life. They have warm blood, not like lizards and snakes. They have live births. That means their babies don -(TM)t hatch from eggs. Well, except the platypus but it -(TM)s just weird. And all mammals breathe air, even whales. - -Are people mammals then? - -Yes, very good. Do you know one other thing that makes dogs special? When the boy dog has sex with the girl dog, there -(TM)s part of his penis, the knot, that expands and keeps her bound to him until he -(TM)s done trying to put puppies in her. She can -(TM)t escape and the two are tied to each other until he is done. I wish I had a knot to tie me to you. I don -(TM)t ever want to stop being connected to you. I love loving you so very much. - -You -(TM)re sweet. - I leaned over and wrapped one of my arms around her neck, whispering charming things as I made love to her. With my other hand I reached around and played with the ticklish part I always hit when I ate her out. She might not get orgasms from penetration yet but I knew how she did. -You -(TM)re the sexiest little bitch I know, - I whispered as we both climaxed simultaneously. I rolled to the side taking her with me and just like that we were spooning. -What -(TM)s a bitch? - -It -(TM)s what a female dog is called. It -(TM)s also not a very nice thing to call a girl. I hope you know I meant the first one. - -Of course. I haven -(TM)t given you any reason to mean it the other way. - She snuggled up against me and let out a contented sigh and I knew no more. I awoke, naked, but warm. Tired yet satisfied. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. -Is it still our birthday? - -For a few more hours. Do you want me to teach you more about what I promised while we take a bath and clean up? - -Sounds okay. I like showers but baths are nice too sometimes. - I ran the warm water in the whirlpool tub and carried her into it. I lay back and let the warm water restore my vitality. I left the jets off for the moment. Call me a pervert but I had things lined up on the television, -educational materials - to watch with her. -Do you remember how I said you could have an orgasm on your own? Try gently touching yourself in some of the places you said that it tickled, - I said, trying to work out some of the cum I -(TM)d deposited in her tight cunny. -Like this? - she said, her fingers toying with herself gently as she lay back against me and closed her eyes. -Yes, exactly like that. A lot of people have superstitions about masturbation and so they tell teens and children not to do it or terrible things will happen. I want to be honest with you and not spread lies. You -(TM)re my wife and my little girl. Besides, there are health benefits to orgasms and if you can -(TM)t love yourself sometimes, how can you tell others what you like? - Abigail nodded, her eyes closed, intent on reproducing the feelings I had given to her before. Caress after sweet caress as I fingered the sperm out of her. 15 minutes later, she spasmed around my invasion and gave a little cry before struggling to get her wind back. -Wow! - -Yeah, that about sums it up. - She turned over and lay on my chest. -After that, I think you deserve a reward. Not sex. You said boys and girls can have oral sex. Teach me. - -Well, - I said as my dick became aroused for the second time this bath, -just think of my penis as a bit like a lollipop with a baby seed filling. For guys, you basically lick and suck it until that filling comes out. - Yeah, that made me sound like one of those creeps you hear about. Oh well. Abby slid down my chest until I was right in front of her face before reaching her tongue out and licking me all the way from the base to the tip. -The tip is the most sensitive part, just as it is with your clitoris. - She repeated her licking but this time ran her tongue lightly around my glans until there was a thin patina over the entirety of it. -Just remember, licking, sucking but never biting. Would you like it if I bit you down there? - She shook her head, mine now filling her mouth. At this rate, I would have to restrain myself to keep myself from trying to force myself down her throat when I came. -Precious, I -(TM)m going to cum. Good girls always swallow and you should try too, at least the first time. If you don -(TM)t want to after this, I -(TM)ll understand. - I said as I filled her mouth with sperm. When I was done, she pulled away from me and showed me what I -(TM)d just done to her. After events of the past few days, it wasn -(TM)t all that impressive but that was fine. She gulped and it was no more. -It -(TM)s a little gross. Not my favorite thing in the world but it -(TM)s better than kale. I hate kale. I was sort of glad when mom left because she was in love with it and made us eat it all the time. - -I -(TM)ll try to remember not to buy it. Still need greens. Hope spinach is okay. - She shrugged and I turned on the television. -Now, there are more things I have to show you about sex. These are all movies I -(TM)ve collected from men and women, boys and girls who weren -(TM)t as keen on protecting their private videos and photos as I am of you. Anything you put on the Internet, you can -(TM)t control anymore. You can -(TM)t say who can and can -(TM)t see it, read it, download or copy it. Just remember that. - -Also, keep in mind that the law says you can -(TM)t have sex with a boy or a girl if they -(TM)re under a certain age. I could definitely get in trouble if people knew we did what we did. Even if you are my wife, they wouldn -(TM)t like it. Many of them secretly want to or think the way I do but they won -(TM)t do it because they -(TM)re afraid of jail. - I pressed play and a sequence of short films of girls giving older men, related or unrelated to them, blowjobs. The music was bad and you couldn -(TM)t actually hear the man or the girl. Maybe they -(TM)d deleted that audio track for fear something would give them away. The next clips were all vaginal, different positions, different ages, with and without creampies. Some of them had sound but it was very brief. The next batch was all anal. Pretty much always doggy-style. More of these had sound. I guess the one filming each clip figured the girls were too busy being fucked in the ass to say much beyond -Please! - -OW! - or -STOP!! - The very last one had sound throughout. One of my classmates had given it to me. He -(TM)d been quite proud, really. It was a movie of him and his sister. He had been 15 and she was 9. It was both their first times, just as it had been with me and Abby. Last I knew, he -(TM)d gotten her pregnant at the age of 11 and again at 12. She had miscarried both of those but they -(TM)d started a family together when she successfully carried his child at age 13. I think they had 4 children now and that was quite enough for them both. -When two people who are closely related have sex, that is called incest. Some people enjoy it more because people tell them they shouldn -(TM)t. Some don -(TM)t enjoy it at all. When a girl says -No - but the guy has sex with her anyway, that is called rape. That can get you put in jail too. It -(TM)s not a very nice thing to do to someone, even your worst enemies. - -I think I understand what you -(TM)ve told me. Thanks. - I turned off the television and turned on the tub -(TM)s jets along with a timer so we wouldn -(TM)t stay in too long. I gave a long sigh, reiterated again how much I loved my sweet young wife and we both entered a sort of reverie. Even the harsh cries of the alarm didn -(TM)t ruin the peace I felt inside right then. -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" Fast forward a few years. Yes, our honeymoon had been great. We -(TM)d seen some incredible places and she and I loved to go on adventures in strange lands. She held my hand like I was her daddy, like I was her protector, and she was right to do so. But on our fourth wedding anniversary, the day before her 12th and my 32nd birthday, she complained she didn -(TM)t feel well. -What -(TM)s wrong, my precious? - -My tummy doesn -(TM)t feel good. My underwear feels damp and I didn -(TM)t pee. What -(TM)s wrong with me? - -Do you feel strange in your chest too, more sensitive? Have you noticed them growing bigger? - -Yes, sort of. - -If it is what I think it is --pull your pants down. - As she did so, she screamed at the sight of her bloodied panties. -That -(TM)s kind of gross. Smells funny too. Is this my period and does this mean I -(TM)ve hit puberty? - -Yes. I know it sucks. I -(TM)ll do what I can, see if the doctor has something so you don -(TM)t have to have them every month. I -(TM)ll have to start taking you to the gynecologist, the lady doctor. - -I guess this means I can get pregnant now. I don -(TM)t want to get pregnant. I -(TM)m not ready. I guess this means you -(TM)ll have to start wearing condoms when we have sex. - -Or we can have your gynecologist fit you for a diaphragm. It -(TM)s like a female condom. It gets put inside you and keeps sperm from finding eggs to make into babies. - -I like that idea better. I like it when you cum inside me. It just feels right, like I -(TM)m being a good woman and wife. Let -(TM)s fit me for one of those dia-what -(TM)s-its. - -But I don -(TM)t want to break with tradition; we always have sex twice a year. I feel horny though for some reason. Maybe it -(TM)s because of the menstruation -- - -Yes, that can happen. - - --and since my vagina -(TM)s a bit out-of-commission, you -(TM)ll just have to stick it in my ass. - -You -(TM)re quite sure? - -Yes. You said not to try anal with a guy who only cared about himself, didn -(TM)t know what he was doing and didn -(TM)t love you. From my experience, you are the exact opposite of that. Daddy, please fuck me in the ass. - I brought out the laxatives and the enema kit. I had no desire to compact the shit in her little shithole. Not to mention, she always liked me to forego condoms. I figured, the cleaner she was, the better things would be for her as well as for me. Her ass had nerves. What if I gave her a rimjob to relax her? I warmed up the shower so she could clean up after she released all that liquid inside her ass. After our first bath we -(TM)d shared, and the things we -(TM)d done with and to each other, she kind of enjoyed showering with me now. That I licked her clean probably didn -(TM)t hurt matters. We stepped out of the shower and I laid her on her tummy in the sun to dry. I pulled out the anal lube from the dresser drawer to be ready and then lay beside her to dry off myself. She turned toward me and kissed me. Though we -(TM)d been lovers for years, the way she kissed me today made me think she -(TM)d truly become my lover and not my little girl. It wasn -(TM)t only her body that was maturing. -What I -(TM)m about to try, I -(TM)ve never done before. I always thought maybe it would be gross but I think you -(TM)ve probably made yourself into the cleanest girl in the world. I -(TM)m going to give you a rimjob. It -(TM)s a bit like cunnilingus or eating a girl out but for your ass. Just a second. - I heaved myself up and went to the fridge to get the maple syrup. In the Chris Rock skit about tossed salads, the man they are interviewing says that when he has a guy toss his salad, or lick his ass, he prefers syrup over jelly. After sticking a tampon in my wife, I raised her ass up with a pillow and poured about a quarter cup of sticky syrup into her cute little bubble butt. If she never got -built - up-top, her ass was still the sexiest little thing I got to wake up next to. Well, maybe second. With Abigail the parts were not more valuable than the whole. I bent to her upturned ass and stuck my tongue out. I placed her hands on each cheek and she held them apart in invitation. Ever so lightly I ran my tongue in a circle around her tight pucker. She squirmed and told me it tickled. -Tickles like actually tickles or tickles as in feels really good? - -A little of both. - Well, if it had the second kind, she would just have to endure the first. I won -(TM)t say I enjoyed it as much as her front side, but I do love maple syrup and I do love it when she -(TM)s enjoying herself. I will never want to cum as much as I want her to. I think maybe that -(TM)s what love is. Love is caring about someone else -(TM)s happiness more than your own. At this point, she looked a bit out of it, lying in a puddle of her own drool. I envied her. The female orgasm, if you can see an actual one, is so much more real, so much better than a male -(TM)s. But I wasn -(TM)t done yet. I squeezed her ass cheeks and started working my way up her back. If taking a girl -(TM)s virginity in front is about relaxation, how much more so her other one should be. By the time her massage was over, the puddle of drool was even larger, she was almost comatose and to me it seemed like as good a time as any. I was all lubed up and when I put my arm around her neck as I slid almost effortlessly inside her, she mumbled incoherently. Of course I would go slow. I would go just as slow as when I -(TM)d deflowered her little cunny those years ago. I could never pain her again. Once was enough. I was still taller than she and so I was thrusting into her at a downward angle. Supposedly if you do it right, you can hit the G-spot that way since the vagina and anus share a wall between them. By this point I didn -(TM)t think she had any longer the ability to make intelligible speech so I wasn -(TM)t counting on sweet Abby to be much help. Moans were the only feedback that would be meaningful to me. I reached around to play with her clit and found she was already thrusting it into the pillow and I couldn -(TM)t reach it. Consequently, it also meant that in the other direction she was thrusting back to meet me. Quite clearly her body was no longer under the brain -(TM)s control, just the way I -(TM)d told her not to fight it those years ago. Her little ass was squeezing me so tight that I thought perhaps she meant to tear my cock off and keep it but when I drained it into her bowels, she screamed in pleasure and went limp beneath me. When my wife came out of her post-anal, post-orgasmic high, she only had three words for me. -Un-fucking-believable -. -Language, young lady. But I -(TM)ll forgive it since it -(TM)s in the bedroom. -~Oh, my God! -(TM) would have been acceptable too. Just glad I didn -(TM)t fuck it up. Never done that before. - -Language! Oh, who cares? We -(TM)re both grown up enough. If every time I had a period we did something like that, I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)d mind them too much. Have I ever told you that I love you? - -No, never. It -(TM)s okay if you don -(TM)t. I don -(TM)t deserve it. - -I do and nobody does more than you. I -(TM)m not just saying it because of what we did. I know some people do that and they regret it afterwards. I mean it. I never reciprocated your vows on our wedding day. I didn -(TM)t know you and you were so sure, from the very start, that you loved me. And every day, every night since, you -(TM)ve treated me not always with kid gloves but as an equal partner. Even despite the age difference. You -(TM)ve been my knight-in-shining-armor from the start, loved me unceasingly, cared for me and protected me unfailingly. In truth you are a man, the man I -(TM)m blessed to be with and other women or girls would be jealous of me for. I do mean it when I tell you that I love you. - -Abby honey, I have no words to respond to what you -(TM)ve just told me. No words. - I wrapped my arms around her and rolled, connected to her, out of the sunlight. So exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically. I was okay with that; it was worth it. -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" -" Fast forward farther still. The day was 7/6/2024. Today was our tenth wedding anniversary. Abigail said she had a bit of a surprise for me to commemorate the occasion. Fortunately, after 10 years of marriage and half a decade of menstruation, we weren -(TM)t only making love twice a year. And making love to my darling was never a chore. 10 years later, she still loved oral and I looked forward to providing it to her today. I didn -(TM)t think her surprise had anything to do with sex. -I -(TM)ve been thinking -- - -Uh-oh, that could be dangerous. - She punched me in the arm and told me not to interrupt. -As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted -- - she glared at me as she said this, -I was thinking I want a little sister. I know we together can -(TM)t make a sister. You could adopt one and I already picked one out. She goes to my school. 16, virgin, never been kissed. Not by a man anyway, - she said with a devilish wink. -Let me get this straight. You want me to adopt this girl into our home just like that? - -Why not? She -(TM)s a virgin and I know you like those. You won -(TM)t have to teach her as much as you taught me. You can even enjoy her on our birthday. We both can if you want. You can even get her pregnant at the moment. She -(TM)s pretty fertile right now. Ok, she -(TM)s sort of my lover. Ok, I -(TM)m bisexual. Hate me if you want, but I can -(TM)t change that. I get why you like eating me out so much now. You -(TM)d be able to fuck two high school girls whenever the mood struck you. Please, say something! - -Yes. - -You put up less resistance than I thought. - -You made good arguments and you -(TM)re my wife. It -(TM)s my job to make you happy, whatever it is you want. Of course she can join us if that -(TM)s your desire. - -Yay! You -(TM)re the best husband ever! - She was now wearing her mother -(TM)s old ring, I noticed. There was nothing fancy about it; it was a simple gold circuit and I thought, on this day, of all days, that she deserved better. Deserved a better ring, a better mother and a better husband. -I have something else I wanted to tell you, something I didn -(TM)t say when we got married 10 years ago today. - -What might that be? If it -(TM)s about vows, you don -(TM)t have to. I already know. I know you love me as I also love you. - -Shut up, - she said, her pretty lips pressing themselves to mine to drive the point home. -You -(TM)re so rude sometimes. It is our anniversary and I -(TM)ll say vows if I damn well please. Here we go. - -I, Abigail Melissa Williams, on my 10th anniversary, vow to love, support and care for my husband to the best of my abilities, to be as good of a wife as I can be and to carry out my duties as such. This I do solemnly swear in the presence of my husband as he is the only witness who ever mattered. I know my father may have been reluctant at first but I think the lack of him haunting the man before me and fucking with him is ample proof that I -(TM)ve found a good man. Of course I wish I could hug him but I know he is always with me, even though I cannot see him. I just hope he averted his eyes when his daughter and son-in-law were in bed together. I don -(TM)t have anything more to say except that I love you, James Williams. Will you stay married to me? - -Of course. I once told you that I would propose to you every day if that was what it took. I stand by what I said. I still love you. You -(TM)re not getting away that easily. - Abigail laughed the laugh that had me head over heels for her the first time I heard it. -My dearest Abby, I -(TM)ve already said my vows to you 10 years ago and I still mean to carry them out. Keep on carrying them out, more like. You need not feel like you need to make another list of vows to be even. We were never even. I am perfectly happy with that. The key to a man -(TM)s lasting happiness is to marry a girl more attractive or smarter than he is. You -(TM)ve made me the happiest man on earth, the luckiest son of a bitch alive. I wouldn -(TM)t trade that for a million dollars. - After what I -(TM)d just said it seemed appropriate that she should be on top during our lovemaking. I was never too attached to being on top. I had bought -Felicity - those years ago. Today seemed as good a day as any to make use of her again. I lay back on the bed that we -(TM)d traded our virginities on like Pok(C)mon cards. When I was all ready, she came over and straddled me, burying the entire length now inside her. -It -(TM)s not so scary. I -(TM)m just glad I can be more woman for you now than on our wedding night. I -(TM)m not scared anymore, see? - -No, you -(TM)re definitely not scared. You know how much I like not having to use lube with you anymore. Not in your vag anyway. I love feeling your juice on my cock, you know I do. - -And I still like feeling your juice in me. - She leaned over and kissed me as I gave her my first load of juice, her breasts tantalizingly out of reach of my mouth. True to my predictions, they weren -(TM)t large but they were big enough and pretty enough for me. When I had recovered, she straddled me again, arms behind her on my knees as she rode me. How I loved watching the rise and fall of her bosom, the rise and fall of her hips against my pelvis, her face as it underwent the changes inherent in her orgasm. There was no doubt that she was my lover based on the criteria I set out before. Today was the last day, the last time I would make love to an underage wife. Tomorrow was her 18th birthday. We -(TM)d had a hell of a decade. I watched as she shuddered in climax and not in fear or revulsion. -You -(TM)ve never done that before, - I said. -Well don -(TM)t flatter yourself that it was all you. A lot of it was me and what I was thinking about. - -What were you thinking about? - I asked as I sat up, no longer able to resist her mouth or her breasts. -Wouldn -(TM)t you like to know? I was thinking about how the girl I told you about isn -(TM)t the only one that can get pregnant right now. - -You don -(TM)t mean -- - -Yes, I do. I had my diaphragm removed on my last visit to the gynecologist. I -(TM)m ovulating right now so you might have just knocked me up. No promises, of course. - -You -(TM)re okay with that? You -(TM)re 17 for Pete -(TM)s sake. - -You -(TM)re such a numpty sometimes. You deflowered me ten years ago. I can -(TM)t say that -(TM)s what I was looking for at that stage in my life, but you made it okay. You won me over. We -(TM)ve had a good life together, James. Just because I -(TM)m not of age for another few hours doesn -(TM)t mean I can -(TM)t decide that I want to be pregnant. Being underage didn -(TM)t stop you from enjoying me the first time we used this boat nor did it stop me from cumming as you ate me out. If I didn -(TM)t want to get pregnant now, I wouldn -(TM)t have asked for my diaphragm to be removed. I want our family to grow because I love you. I want it to grow, not because of some bullshit about a woman -(TM)s duty, but because I want to make a family with you. Is that so hard to understand? - -No. Women and what they -(TM)re thinking are hard to understand. Your reasons aren -(TM)t. You could have asked me but it probably wouldn -(TM)t have changed anything. I still would have done it. - She squealed as I pushed her backwards onto the bed. -Let -(TM)s make sure you -(TM)re good and pregnant when tonight is over, shall we? - 7/7/2024 A huge strawberry cake arrived at our doorstep. It seemed like way too much for the two of us to eat but that mattered little. It -(TM)s not every day your little girl turns 18. As we blew out our respective sides of the cake and -Happy Birthday to You - played from who knows where, the top of the cake opened and a lithe, nude Japanese girl emerged. -I want you to meet Sadako -~Sadie -(TM) Yoshiwara. She -(TM)s the girl I told you about. She deserves a trip on -Felicity -, don -(TM)t you think? I think it -(TM)s about time, don -(TM)t you? - -You -(TM)re sure this is what you want? - -Of course just as Sadie knows the man who takes her virginity will probably also get her pregnant. We -(TM)ve discussed it, I -(TM)ve talked you up to her, got her to shave (God, she used to be so hairy down there!) and she knows what to expect. I -(TM)ve made our anniversary hers and yours too, to keep things simple. There -(TM)s only one thing left to do before I marry the two of you on -Felicity -, visit the jeweler. I asked him to make us all rings. Let -(TM)s go pick them up on the way to the harbor. I don -(TM)t know how my wife got all of our measurements for rings. Truthfully it didn -(TM)t matter. When the jeweler got them, I noticed they were sort of odd. They were spikier than any ring I -(TM)d seen before or since. -Abby -- - -Yes, I know. You hate them don -(TM)t you? I had my reasons. - -Which are? - -A triangle is the most stable shape in geometry. A triangular pyramid then is the most stable three-dimensional object. You might think it -(TM)s just cheap silver but it only looks like silver. Platinum has all the great properties of gold, non-corroding, resistant to various chemicals, expensive, etc. with the look of silver. Platinum, from the Spanish word -plata - or silver. The rings are to symbolize that if anything, our relationship is becoming more stable, indestructible and precious. - -You are way too damn smart, young lady! - She and Sadie giggled. -That -(TM)s just one of the reasons I love you. - I know it is cliche to say that we lived happily ever after, me and my two beautiful wives in our nearly infinitely variable triangle relationship. I could talk about my kids and the sex I had with these two beautiful ladies until your ears fell off or eyeballs fell out. I don -(TM)t think the user will find that necessary. I think I -(TM)ve established the dynamic between me and Abigail and you can believe I did the same for Sadie. I know I am the luckiest guy on earth. That is well-established. I am looking forward to our future together. Who knows what it holds for us all. -Oh, Jaaaameess!!! - Duty calls. Farewell.