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                      WARNING!

This story is a work of fiction for adult readers.

It tells of a loving and consensual sexual relationship between a
30-something man and a 9-year old girl.

If that offends or shocks you, too bad. Don't read any further.

On the other hand, if you enjoy my story then I would love to
hear from you. I would also love to receive any constructive
criticism you may have. I promise to reply to all positive
comments.

Enjoy!

Aquarius

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Synopsis: (Mg9, cons)

Helped by one of her teachers, Amanda Richardson, a nine-year old
orphan, has won first prize in a UK national science competition
for her brilliant project work.

But as they are heading home after the prize-giving ceremony, she
and her teacher are snowed in, and forced to spend the night in
an hotel.

And, that night, they both discover a prize far more precious ...

(5,548 words)

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                     MANDY AND ME


                Chapter 1 - The Winner



"And the winner is ..."

Hundreds of people in the conference hall held their breath ...
schoolkids ... their teachers ... doting parents ... brothers ...
sisters ... uncles ... aunts ... and me.

And the pretty 9-year old girl sitting beside me held her breath
too. This was the big moment, the culmination of months and
months of work that we had done together.

"... the winner is Amanda Richardson, from Greenhowe School, with
her science project on growing medicinal herbs under artificial
conditions."

Mandy gasped, grabbed my arm and squeezed. "It's me! Ooooh-er!"

"Well done!" I whispered, putting my arm around her shoulder and
giving her a squeeze in return. "You've worked for it. Go on, go
up and get your prize."

Mandy stood up, nervously, and walked towards the stage. I
watched her go. She was beautiful; slim, with shoulder length
blonde hair, and blue eyes. Over the months that we'd worked
together – in the classroom after school, in her herb garden at
weekends, in my kitchen - I'd fallen deeply in love with her. She
was smart, bright, funny, pretty, lively, hard-working, fun to be
with. And sexy. I loved her passionately.

But love between a 30-something schoolteacher and a 9-year old
schoolgirl was forbidden. All that I had were my fantasies.

I knew that Mandy had had some tough times over the past couple
of years. But she hadn't let that dampen her spirits. And now
she'd won first prize in a national science contest, against
competition from all over the country. My heart was thundering as
I watched her collect her prize, turn and walk proudly back to
me.

"That was scary," Mandy said as she sat down in her chair again.
She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, and clutched
a trophy, a big bunch of flowers, and an envelope. "Everyone was
watching me. And I thought they were going to ask me to make a
speech." She giggled, nervously.

I put my arm around her again and gave her another squeeze. That
was all I was allowed to do. "You deserve it. You worked hard."
My heart was bursting with love and pride. But I couldn't show
the love.

She looked up at me with her eyes wide. "I couldn't have done it
with out you, Dadd-" she stopped short, blushing, and my heart
jumped. Then she hurriedly corrected herself. "Without you, Mr.
Richardson. We worked together."

She called me 'Daddy'! My heart beat faster. I wished that there
could have been someone from her family present for her; like
there were for the other competitors. But that was impossible.
She didn't have a daddy now. I gave her another squeeze of pride
and she looked up at me. I was certain I could detect love in her
eyes, too.

Then the speeches began: long, rambling speeches by university
worthies and commercial sponsors. Speeches that went on and on.
Every now and again I stole a glance at Mandy, sitting with her
prizes, cheeks slightly flushed, so thrilled her achievement.
When this event was over our lives were probably going to move
apart again. She would move up a year in school and, ultimately,
leave to go to another school. After that I would probably never
see her again. I could hardly bear to think about it.

When the speeches were over there was a reception, with the
educational press in attendance. Mandy got interviewed and
photographed several times."They'll be celebrating her success
back at school in Carlisle, no doubt," said one reporter. "You
must be very proud of your daughter, Mr. Richardson."

My heart jumped when he said that. But I had to admit . "She's
not my daughter," I said, glancing across to see if Many had
heard. "We have the same family name. But that's a coincidence.
We're not related. I'm just the teacher at her school who worked
with her on her project."

"Oh. Right." The reporter suddenly lost interest in me and looked
around the room. "Are her mum and dad here then? Mandy's work was
so original and clever, I'd like a word with them if I may."

I shook my head sadly. "I'm afraid Mandy is an orphan. Her
parents were both killed in a road accident a while back. She now
lives with her aunt."

"Oh!" The reporter grimaced. "Sorry to hear that." She glanced
around the room. "Is her aunt here then?"

"No. Unfortunately not. Her aunt couldn't get time off work. It's
just me."

Suddenly the reporter lost interest and moved on.

After about half an hour of this sort of thing I began to look at
my watch. "We'd better get going, Mandy," I said, drawing her
gently away from a conversation with several other prizewinners
and their teachers. "We've got to catch the flight back home.
Come on." I waved at the group. "Goodbye everybody."

We collected our cases from the reception area, went out to the
front of the conference hall, and hailed a taxi.

"The airport?" the driver said as we climbed in the back. "Where
are you flying
to?"

"Up north. Newcastle."

The taxi driver shrugged. "You'll be lucky mate. There's a big
storm coming. From what I've heard on the radio, it's already
dumping tons of snow up there."

He was right. The airport was bedlam and when we finally got to
the front of the queue at the check-in desk, the harassed airline
staff were adamant. "Today's flight has been cancelled," they
said. "Newcastle airport has shut down completely. So have the
others in the area. And the storm is forecast to hit us down
here, shortly. We've arranged an hotel for you, for the night."

I looked at Mandy, and she pulled a funny face. I couldn't tell
if she was happy or annoyed.

At the hotel, with several aircraft-loads of passengers arriving
simultaneously, all needing to be accommodated at once, the staff
were just as harassed. "We can only give you one room, sir," the
woman at the reception desk said. "We're really short. You'll
have to share with your daughter. Is that all right?" My heart
jumped again, and I glanced down at Mandy who was standing right
next to me, looking at a rack of postcards on the desk. Had she
heard? I wasn't going to correct them.

"Okay," I said. "My daughter and I will be fine in one room." I
wondered if I should be doing this, and I sort of hoped the room
would have twin beds. But, funnily, at the same time I hoped it
had a double bed. It was a weird internal conflict.

We carried our bags up to our room and, as soon as I opened the
door I saw immediately - it was a double bed. "Ooooooh, this is
lovely," said Mandy, skipping into the room and looking around.
"Much nicer than those horrible, cold rooms they gave us at the
science contest place."

"That was held at a university," I said. "We were staying in
student halls of residence. They were a bit basic. This is a
four-star hotel."

"Mmmmmmmm, it's nice and comfy," Mandy sat down on the bed and
started bouncing up and down. "And it's nice and warm and cosy in
here, too." She looked out through the window, into the gathering
dark, where a few snowflakes were already beginning to fall. "A
four-star hotel! This is exciting. I've never been in one this
posh before."

It was exciting. But, I guessed, not in a way she realised. I
glanced at the big double bed. Could I trust myself to share that
with her tonight? Would I be able to sleep? Should I go back
downstairs and ask for a room with twin beds?

"And look at all the TV channels they've got!" Mandy had switched
on the set, and was now sitting cross-legged on the sofa,
flicking through the programs with the remote control. "This is
such a cool place. I'm so glad it's snowing." She shot me a
beautiful smile.

I guessed I would be sleeping on that sofa. "Come on, put that TV
zapper down. Let's grab some supper."

Mandy switched off the TV, dropped the remote control on the
table, jumped up and, without warning, threw herself into my
arms. "This is so cool, staying here. With you." She looked at
me. "I love you," she said, simply.

I got an overwhelming feeling that she wanted me to tell her I
loved her, and kiss her. It was all I could do to resist. "Come
on, little Miss Scientist," I said. "Let's go and eat." She
giggled, happily and gave me a squeeze.

Down in the hotel's restaurant she insisted on sitting next to me
at the table, rather than across the opposite side. "I want to be
near you," she said.

Once more I thought my heart was going to burst. Then, again, she
suddenly changed the subject, "Can I have a sip of your wine?"

I frowned. "Just one," I said. "But don't tell anyone. Your aunt
will kill me if she finds out." I handed her the glass and she
raised it to her lips. As she breathed in the aroma of the drink
she wrinkled her little nose. Trying to hide the expression, she
took a sip.

"Lovely!" she said. But her face told a different story.

"Well, you're getting any more, madam. Now, stick with your
orange juice." I thought I detected an expression of relief flit
across her face.

Back upstairs after supper I drew the curtains on the now
rapidly-falling snow, switched on the TV and flicked through the
channels. We found a soppy love-story film playing on one of them
and settled down on the sofa together to watch.

Normally I wouldn't have watched a film like that in a million
years. But Mandy enjoyed it. She drew her feet up, snuggled close
to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her
and gently kissed the top of her head.

Mandy cried a little at the sad parts, and laughed at the happy
ones. As we watched I knew that I shouldn't have been sitting
with her so intimately. But I didn't want her to move away. I was
falling more and more deeply in love with her by the minute.
Halfway through the film I pulled her closer, bent down and
kissed her cheek. She sighed and wriggled her little body deeper
into the crook of my arm.

At the end of the film I switched off the TV and she sat snuggled
up against me for a while, not moving. I didn't move either. I
didn't want to break the spell. Then she turned to me, her eyes
shining. "I love you," she said again, simply.

I shouldn't have said it, I know. She was 9. I was in my 30s. I
should have told her that it was ridiculous. I should have said
that love between us was not possible. I should have said that a
little girl like her couldn't possibly be in love with an adult
like me. But I didn't believe any of that. And my feelings were
too strong. "I love you too," I said. "You are the most beautiful
girl in the world." I pulled her into my arms and we kissed. On
the lips. Passionately.

"Now bedtime," I said, pulling away, hardly able to breathe.

She skipped away, grabbed her nightclothes from her suitcase and
ran into the bathroom. I lay back on the couch and gazed up at
the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Five minutes or so later she came out, dressed for bed in a pink
nightie. She looked gorgeous. I tried not to stare as she pulled
back the covers and climbed into the bed. But I couldn't help it.
And as she slipped into the bed her little legs spread wide and I
caught a flash of pink cotton panties.

I went through to the bathroom, got into my pyjamas, cleaned my
teeth and when I came out, Mandy was tucked up on one side of the
bed, peeping out at me from under the covers, her hair spread out
across the pillow like a halo. Was it to be the sofa for me
tonight? Or next to her? My heart began to race. I pulled back
the curtains at the window a fraction, and looked out. It was
snowing really heavily now. I glanced at the sofa. It looked
cold, hard, uncomfortable and small. Snuggled up in bed, warm
soft and loving, was a little angel, wearing pink nightie and
panties. A little angel who'd said she loved me. And we'd kissed.
Passionately. My heart was now beating like crazy. I knew I was
going over a cliff. But I didn't care. I turned out the light and
climbed into the bed next to her.

For a moment I lay there in the darkness. Then I felt her reach
across and touch me on the shoulder. "Goodnight," she said.

I should have squeezed her hand, said 'Goodnight' in return and
rolled over away from her to try and get to sleep. But I didn't.
My penis was now rock hard. I wriggled towards her, reached out
and pulled her a little closer, angling my body so she couldn't
feel my erection. I didn't want to scare her. "I love you Mandy,"
I said as I reached out in the darkness and stroked her
silky-soft hair. "I love you more than anyone. Kiss me
goodnight." I pulled her closer seeking her in the darkness. Her
soft little lips met mine and we kissed.

Then she whispered "I love you too. You're like my daddy," she
said and kissed me again. But this time, to my astonishment, she
pushed her little tongue into my mouth.

I pulled back sharply.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like that?"

"I love it." I struggled to catch my breath. "But 9-year old
girls aren't supposed to know how to kiss that way. Where did you
learn it?"

"From mummy and daddy."

"Really?"

"Yes," she said, simply. "They called it French kissing. It was
lovely."

"Your daddy and mummy French kissed with you? Both of them?"

Y...y...yes."

"When?"

All of a sudden she turned nervous. "I . er . er . just . er . I
don't r-r-really remember."

My heart was beating madly now. "You can tell me, darling."

"I . I . don't remember." She pulled away from me slightly and
stiffened in the darkness.

"Did you like it when they kissed you like that?"

She gave a little sob. "Yes. I loved my daddy and mummy. I miss
them."

I pulled her closer again and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"That's all right, lover. I understand. I'm here for you. I love
you, believe me. I love you very much. More than anyone else in
the world." She relaxed a fraction and I kissed her forehead
again, very gently, at the same time stroking her soft hair.
"Tell me, sweetheart, when did daddy and mummy kiss you like
that? All the time? It's all right. You can tell me."

"No. Just when ..." She stopped suddenly again. "Daddy told me I
mustn't ever say anything to anyone."

"Say anything about what?"

"I . I . don't know."

Now I gently stroked the hair falling across the back of her
neck. "You can tell me, Mandy. I love you. I want to be your
daddy now." And that was true. I did. More than anything in the
world.

"He . er . he . said I mustn't ever say anything about our
family."

"Why did he tell you never to say anything?"

Suddenly it was if a gate had opened for her. "Because he said
people wouldn't understand," she said, in a rush. "He said we
were not like other families and that he could get into trouble.
Big trouble. He said that he and mummy could go to prison."

I could hardly breathe. I needed to find out more.

"Don't worry, darling. I understand. You can trust me
completely." And I was beginning to understand. It seemed almost
too amazing to be true. "Tell me, did you used to sleep in the
bed with your mummy and daddy?" I asked, gently. "Like we're
doing now? You can trust me sweetheart. I love you."

She sighed and relaxed some more, as though it was a relief to
tell someone."Yes," she said, simply. "I used to sleep with them
all the time. And we all kissed like that when we were in bed.
Daddy said it was a sign of our love. We loved each other."

"Did you all wear nightclothes when you slept with mummy and
daddy? Like we're doing now?"

"Sometimes. Mainly when it was cold."

"But other times you were naked when you slept with them?"

"Yes," she said, simply, as if it was the most natural thing in
the world.

"When you were in the bed with your mummy and daddy did they ...
did they ... did they do things together?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did they ... er ... make love?"

"Do you mean, did they fuck?"

Her use of that word startled me. It seemed so strange coming out
of a young girl's mouth. But incredibly erotic, too. "Yes," I
said. "Did daddy and mummy fuck while you were in bed with them?"

"Yes. Of course." She sounded a little surprised. "They loved
each other."

"When did you start sleeping with them like that?"

I felt her shrug slightly, lying next to me. "I don't know. We
always did it. Mummy and daddy said it was natural, and loving.
But they said other people wouldn't understand. That's why I
wasn't to tell anyone. Ever."

"I understand, darling," I whispered. "Did you like being with
them like that?"

She raised herself on to one elbow slightly, and I could almost
feel her indignation. "Of course! I keep telling you! We all
loved each other. It was natural."

Then I hardly dared ask the next question. "Did your daddy ..." I
hesitated a moment, it seemed such a strong word to use with her.
But she'd used it first. "... did your daddy fuck you? Like he
did with mummy?"

"No." I felt her give a little shrug. "He said I was too young.
But we used to do other lover things. He said, one day, when I
was older, when I was ready for him, and if I wanted him to, then
he'd fuck me."

"And would you have let him?"

"Of course." She sighed and snuggled a bit closer to me. "I loved
him. I wanted to love him like mummy did. He was the handomest
man in the world."

Now my heart was thundering in my chest. I could hardly believe
what I was hearing. This smart, pretty, vivacious little girl had
a life I knew nothing about. She'd had experiences that I would
never have guessed in a million years. My mouth was dry. I raised
myself on one elbow and switched on the bedside light again. I
wanted to see her face as we talked.

She blinked in surprise. "Why did you do that?"

"I want to see you, darling. You're so beautiful. And I'm falling
more and more in love with you." My heart was beating so fast I
thought it was going to burst. "Mandy, darling, tell me. Am I as
handsome as your daddy?"

"She giggled and blushed a fraction. "Yes."

I didn't know if I should ask the next question: it may cause her
so much pain that this whole budding relationship would come
crashing down. But I couldn't stop myself. "Would you like me to
be your new daddy?"

She looked at me silently and I thought that, by offering to
replace her deceased father, I'd blown it all. But I was wrong.
She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again. "Oh yes!"
she said. "I've been dreaming about that. Even before we started
my project. I used to watch you in school and I wished you could
be my new daddy. We've even got the same name." She blushed again
and glanced away. "I was in love with you. I wanted to do my
project work with you. Not with any of the other teachers. I was
so happy when you chose me." Then she giggled and gave me a
little hug. "But you've already said you're my daddy today."

"What? When did I say that?"

"When we were downstairs at the desk, earlier on. You said I was
your daughter. That made me feel all funny in my tummy. I loved
you even more when you said that."

"So you did hear." I smiled. "It made me feel funny, too, when
they said it." I pulled her close and kissed her again. "I wanted
you to be my little girl. I wanted you as a daughter, so much." I
stroked her hair gently. I could hardly speak and my heart was
racing again. "You are beautiful. And clever. My perfect
daughter. I want you now. Shall we sleep together like a loving
daddy and daughter, tonight?" I asked.

"You mean ..." she giggled again, "... you mean .?"

"Will you sleep naked with your new daddy tonight, baby?"

 She gave me a swift smile. "Yes, daddy," she said. "Of course."
She sat up in bed and, in one fluid movement, pulled her pink
nightie off over her head and dropped it on the floor.

My breath caught in my throat. She sat on the bed, in the soft
glow from the bedside lamp, in nothing but a small pair of pink
cotton panties, still completely flat-chested, but with perky
little nipples standing up like minute buttons from her tiny
brown aureoles. She was unutterably beautiful. With trembling
fingers I unbuttoned my pyjama jacket as fast as I could and
shrugged it off. Then I reached forward, pulled this sexy little
girl into my arms and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her,
running my hands up and down her naked back, down under the
waistband of her panties at the back and on to her tight little
buttocks. She responded eagerly, pressing her naked chest against
me and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. "I love you daddy,"
she whispered again. My cock was harder than it had ever been
before. And now I wasn't worried if she
felt its hardness.

I pulled away from her lips briefly. "Let me take your panties
off, baby," I whispered. "Daddy wants his little angel completely
naked."

She giggled again, lay back on the bed and looked up at me with
shining eyes. I paused for a second, my heart racing. Fantasy was
turning into reality so fast I could barely believe it. I knelt
beside her, reached down, took hold of the elasticated waistband
of her little pink panties and slid them down over her hips. She
didn't resist. She pulled her knees up a fraction, placed the
soles of her feet on the bed and raised her bottom a little way
so I could slip them down more easily. I pulled her panties down
over her thighs, she wriggled them off her ankles then stretched
out in front of me - legs together with her soft smooth little
slit peeping out at me. Love shone in her eyes.

I hurriedly fumbled at the waistband of my pyjama pants, undid
the drawstring and wriggled out of them too. She breathed in
sharply as my cock sprang up, harder than I had ever known it
before. "Oh daddy," she whispered. "I've missed you so much." I
lay down beside her, took her in my arms, pulled her close and
kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. She moaned slightly,
pressed herself against me harder and thrust her tongue into my
mouth again.

Now I was pressing my cock against against her bare, slim thigh.
I placed my hand on her flat little belly and began to caress her
gently. She didn't pull away or tense up. She sighed with
pleasure and kissed me harder. So I slid my hand lower to her
soft, rounded Mound of Venus, and found her smooth, naked little
slit, peeping out from between her legs. As I gently caressed it
she rolled sideways a fraction, and still holding on to me and
kissing, spread her little legs wider giving me full access. I
slid my finger along the length of her deliciously naked fold of
skin, and then back again, massaging gently.

She pulled away from my lips a fraction and sighed. "That's so
beautiful. I love you so much, daddy."

"Hold daddy's cock, baby," I whispered, barely able to speak.

I didn't need to tell her what to do. She reached down and took
hold of my throbbing penis, wrapping her little fingers around
its shaft as far as they would go. Her touch was electric and my
heart was thundering fit to burst. "Now rub daddy's cock, angel,"
I whispered. "Make daddy happy."

She gripped a little harder and began stroking my erection, up
and down, up and down. She obviously done this before, and it
didn't take long. After a few of her strokes I came. I rolled
away from her, arched my back, and ejaculated great spurts of
semen, hot, violent and explosive. Calling out her beautiful
name, I shot what seemed gallons of my seed over her hand and up
my stomach, with some even landing on my face. "Mandy! Mandy!
Mandy! Oh darling, darling, darling. You are beautiful!" I had
never been so much in love. I was in the throes of the greatest
pleasure I had ever known. I have been with quite a few other
women in my life, but no one like this. It was the most intensely
erotic experience I have ever had.

The next thing I knew, Mandy had rolled on top of me and was
kissing me passionately. My stomach was wet with my semen, but
she didn't seem to mind at all. She squished it between our
bellies as she kissed me and kissed me. "Did I make you happy,
daddy?" She giggled again. "You made lots and lots of your love
cream for me."

"Oh, darling." I returned her kisses passionately, sliding my
hands down her back to her tight little buttocks and pressing her
naked body against mine. "Love cream? Is that what you call it?"

"Yes. Daddies make their love cream and mummies make theirs too.
It shows how much they are in love. And one day I'll be old
enough to make some." She sighed. "When that happens I want my
cream to be for you."

I sighed with pleasure. "You've already made me the happiest man
in the world, baby." I slid one hand down lower, between her
legs, found her smooth, naked little slit again and began to
stroke it up and down. "You are the sexiest little girl in the
world."

"I love you daddy," she whispered and spread her little legs a
fraction so that my finger slipped into her slit. In between the
soft, smooth fold of skin I felt a tiny, hard bump. I caressed it
and she sighed softly, "Ooooooh daddy!"

"Do you like that, angel?" I whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmm yes, daddy." Suddenly she rolled off, and on to her
back on the bed beside me, spreading her little legs wider. "I
love it when you do that. Rub me there some more, daddy."

I wet my finger in my 'love cream', still squished on her belly,
slid my hand down to her mound of venus, found her slit again and
slid my finger between those soft, smooth naked lips. She had now
spread her legs wider it was easy to slide into her nakedness.
"Oh daddy!" she sighed when I found the tiny hard budof her
clitoris nestling in its smooth fold of skin. "I love you." She
arched her back a fraction and I gently began caressing it. I
slid my finger downwards a fraction, found the entrance to her
soft, tight little vagina, then slipped up to her clitoris again.
I felt an overwhelming desire to slide my finger deep into her
love passage, but I didn't know if that had ever been done
before. If she was still a virgin, with an intact hymen, it would
hurt her and spoil the moment. I didn't want to risk it.

As I gently caressed her tiny clitoris she began working her hips
up and down, pushing against my finger. "Oh, daddy. I've missed
you," she moaned softly. "Kiss my little cunny, Daddy. Lick my
pussy."

I caught my breath again. "Did your first daddy used to do that
to you?"

"Oh yes," she whispered. "Him and mummy. They both did it. It was
beautiful. Will you do it?"

I needed no further encouragement. I kissed her gently, down
through the soft scented hair at the side of her neck, over and
around her bare shoulders and down to her flat little chest. I
circled each tiny nipple with gentle kisses, then took one in my
mouth and sucked. Its petite bead grew hard, and she sighed
deeply as I sucked and caressed it with my tongue while pulling
her on to me with my hand around her back. Then I continued on
kissing downwards, lingering briefly to thrust my tongue into her
belly button. She wriggled and giggled briefly when I did that.
Her reaction just confirmed for me how much we were in love.

Then I continued kissing lower ... over her taut, flat belly ...
over the faint indentatons still remaining from the elastic
waistband of her pink cotton panties, which just emphasised her
nakedness, down, down into forbidden territory. Her bald Mound of
Venus. She sighed with pleasure once more as I trailed my kisses
on to her hairless mons and there, lying before me was her
smooth, little slit, peeping out from between her thighs. As I
pressed my lips against that naked and gorgeous fold of skin I
thought I heard her whisper, "Ooooh Daddy!" But I was too excited
to be sure.

As I buried my face in her hairless pussy her scent was
intoxicating. I gently pushed my tongue into that soft fold and
tasted her sweetness. Up until now I had only ever fantasised
about such incredible intimacy. I don't deny those were my
fantasies. I'm a paedophile. Paedophile as in 'lover of little
girls'. Not as in 'monster', 'rapist' or 'torturer'. I wanted
none of that evil stuff. I dreamed of truly consensual and loving
sex with a pre-pubescent girl. And the dream used to arouse me
enormously. Now it coming true I was aroused a thousand times
more.

Mandy sighed deeply again and spread her little legs wider. I
took hold of her hips, pulled her against me, burying my face in
the soft, fragrant beauty of her naked little cunt. I ran my
tongue up and down, and found her tiny clitoris and the tight
little entrance to her vagina.

As I pushed my tongue as far as I could into her vagina she
trembled. "Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, softly. I realised that his
wasn't the first time this little angel had had this done to her.
Then I pulled back fractionally, placed my thumbs on either side
of her bald little pussy slit and gently parted them. The hood of
her clitoris pulled back and her beautiful pink little
love-button emerged from under it. She wasn't old enough to be
making any of her own 'love cream' yet, but her clitoris was
slick with my saliva. I gazed at its beauty for a moment, then
leaned forward and licked it again and again and again.

"Ooooooooh!" Mandy cried, louder this time. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Daddy!
That's beautiful. Don't stop!" I licked her petite clitoris
faster, and she began flexing her hips, pushing her pussy harder
into my face.”Oh! Oh! Oh!” I slipped my tongue down a fraction
lower, pushed it into her tight little vagina, then flicked back
up to her clitoris again. I began alternating between clitoris
and vagina. I was lubricating her vagina with my tongue so, each
thrust took me a little deeper until I was entering her as far as
my tongue would reach. As I did so she bucked harder and harder,
moaning frantically until, with one last heaving thrust of her
bare little cunt against my face she arched her back and cried
out, "Daddy! Daddy!"

Then she relaxed, sinking back on to her pillow, panting. "Oh
Daddy!" she gasped with a massive sigh. "I love you so much."

It was the most amazingly beautiful and erotic experience I had
ever had. Giving a loving 9-year old girl a massive orgasm. A dry
one. But an orgasm! I wriggled back up the bed and took Mandy in
my arms. "I love you, Mandy." I whispered.

"I love you too," she softly replied as I pulled her close. Then
she began kissing me passionately. "I love you so much. More than
anyone in the world."

I pulled her close, stroked her hair, caressed her back, and we
lay there together, deeply in love, until we fell asleep in each
others' arms - a 9-year old girl and a 30-something man, consumed
by their passion.


Aquarius

December 2016


                                            (To be continued)

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