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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, oral, inc, cons)
This is the second chapter of a longer story in which Mandy Richardson
and a teacher at her school called Mark Richardson (who is no relation,

despite their surnames) find love.

   In the first chapter they were stranded, unable to get home from a
National Science Fair (in which Mandy was competing) due to a blizzard
shutting down transport links.  The airline put them up in an hotel and,
that night, they found love together.

   This chapter takes the story forward as, next morning, their
relationship deepens ...

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   Mandy and Me

   Chapter 2 - A request

   After the incredible events of the day ...  and night ...  I must have
slept like a log because, when I awoke, early the next morning, I couldn't
remember where I was.  The faint light of dawn filtered in through the
curtains across a window and I could sense someone lying in the bed beside
me, breathing gently.  Who?

   Was it Mandy?  Amanda Richardson - my star, prize-winning pupil?  The
little girl I'd been with all weekend, helping her present her project at
the National Science Fair?  The little girl I secretly loved ... even
though I knew such love was outlawed in our society?  Could it be?  Had the
passionate sex that I remembered from last night, been real?

   Or had I dreamed it all?  I mean ... she was only 9-years old ...  how
could I possibly have ...

   ...  then it all came flooding back.  It *was* her!  We were staying in
an hotel together, snowed in.  The airline had put us up here because,
along with hundreds of other passengers, we had been unable to fly
anywhere. At the hotel reception they had thought she was my daughter so,
because of the shortage of accommodation, Mandy and I had had to share a
room.  And we'd shared the bed, too.  And we'd shared ...

   My heart leaped into my throat.  I shifted fractionally and peeped over
the side of the bed.  There, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, was
Mandy's little pink nightdress and next to it, her panties.  Mandy was
naked in bed with me!  Then I remembered it all.  Our bare bodies
entwining. Her eager kisses.  Caressing her smooth little pussy.  Giving
her oral sex!  How amazingly beautiful that had been.

   But what the hell had I done?  She was pre-pubescent - completely
flat-chested and no pubic hair at all.  Just a schoolkid.  I was in my
mid-thirties and a teacher at her school.  She'd told me that her mum and
dad had been sexually open and loving with her.  And she'd seemed perfectly
at ease with our intimacies.  But what about her aunt, who was now her
guardian?  How could we keep this from her?  What if Mandy let something
slip?  Or would the hotel staff suspect something?  If she said anything
about what happened, to anyone I'd be crucified.  Worry and fear surged
through my mind.  I had risked all for one night of passion.

   But what passion!  Our sex, the night before, had been the most erotic
experience of my life.  Then I realised that, right at that moment, I
didn't care what happened.  I loved her passionately.  And what we'd done
hadn't been her first experience of sex.  She'd told me that her mum and
dad had always been completely open with her, even having sexual
intercourse with her beside them.  I could believe that because, last
night, she'd known what was happening, and been willing.  She'd told me
that she loved me.  I believed that, too.  I know many people will say that
a pre-teen girl and a grown man can't be in love.  But they are wrong.

   I gently rolled over in the bed to look at her.  Though the dawn light
was still dim I could see her lying peacefully, her hair spread across the
pillow like a halo.  She was heartbreakingly beautiful.  I don't know for
how long I lay there, drinking in her beauty, remembering what we'd said
and done the night before.  But as I lay there my penis grew stiff with the
memories.  Then I gently reached out to touch her.

   As I did so, she opened her eyes, saw me in the dim light.  She blinked,
as if recalling her own memories of our passion, then smiled.  My heart
skipped a beat again when she stretched out her arms and reached for me. 
"Daddy," she whispered, sleepily.

   All of a sudden those residual fears melted away.  "Mandy, my darling,"
I said as reached out to her and pulled her close.  "I love you." I took my
naked little angel in my arms and we kissed, tenderly.  I caressed her bare
back up and down, from her shoulders to her taut little nude buttocks, and
as I pulled her closer against me my throbbing erection pressed into her
thigh.  She giggled.  "You're hard again, Daddy."

   I laughed.  "I defy any man not to have a massive erection, with a naked
angel like you in his arms." As I spoke I reached around further, up under
her buttocks and stroked her naked pussy-slit from behind.

   She wriggled her pretty little nose from side to side as if dismissing
my compliment and kissed me again.  "I'm not an angel," she said, then
suddenly broke free from my arms.  She hunched up on to her forearms and
knees and wriggled backwards down the bed, a bit like a caterpillar in
reverse, pulling the bedclothes with her.  As she dragged them towards the
foot I was left lying on my back, naked and exposed.  She ended up crouched
between my legs, facing my penis which stood up rigid and throbbing from
its tangled nest of black hair.  It was just inches from her face.  For a
moment she gazed at it.  Then, to my astonishment, she reached out, wrapped
one little hand around it, expertly pulled back my foreskin to expose the
glistening glans, leaned forward and took the whole head of my cock in her
mouth.

   As she wrapped her tongue around it and sucked I felt an electric shock
course through my body.  Mandy gazed up at me with mischievous eyes and
sucked and sucked, tickling the little opening at the tip of my cock with
her tongue.  Then, whilst her soft blonde hair fell down around her face
and tickled my belly, she grasped the lower, exposed part of my member with
one hand and began to rub.  Transported by the most intense pleasure I have
ever known, I started flexing my hips.  I felt semen rising up my shaft.

   My heart beat faster and faster, my thrusts became harder, and I could
feel myself about to reach yet another orgasm.  Not wanting to shock Mandy
by ejaculating as she sucked me, I tried to pull away.  But she held tight,
her lips clamped around my glans.  I could hold back no longer.  Crying out
her name and arching my back in sheer ecstasy, I spurted what felt like
gallons of my hot, creamy semen deep into that sweet little mouth.

   I fell back against the pillow for a moment, my passion temporarily
spent, with an overwhelming love for her.  But only for a moment.  Seconds
later I was wracked with guilt.  What had I just done?  She was only 9 and
I'd ejaculated in her mouth.  I looked down to see what her reaction had
been.  Had she been shocked?  Disgusted even?

   I was astonished to see that she was neither.  Mandy was looking up at
me with twinkling eyes, her lips pursed.  And the next instant she wriggled
back up the bed, threw her arms around me and clamped her mouth over mine
in a passionate kiss.  Then she began eagerly transferring as much of my
semen as she could with her thrusting little tongue.  I felt her pushing it
eagerly into my mouth, hot, creamy and salty.  Our tongues entwined
hungrily for a few minutes as she pushed her naked pubis against my thigh.
Then she pulled away.  "Now put some of your love cream into my pussy,
Daddy," she whispered.  "With your tongue."

   I was so amazed by her request, I couldn't speak.

   "Please Daddy.  Quick," she whispered, urgently.  "Love me with it. 
Before it all goes away."

   I needed no further asking.  She lay back on the bed and spread her
little legs wide.  I wriggled down, lay between them, took hold of her
hips, bowed my head and plunged my semen-covered tongue into her totally
smooth cunt.  I pushed my tongue between her naked lips, urgently seeking
the entrance to her vagina.  When I found the tight little orifice I pushed
at it hard, then withdrew, then pushed again, trying to transfer as much of
my love cream into her as I could.  She began to moan with pleasure and
push her body against me.  I felt my cock, pressed up against the sheets,
growing hard again.  I slid my tongue upwards through her tight little fold
and found her clitoris, hard as a tiny acorn, hiding in its soft hood.  I
licked it and she moaned with a long-drawn-out "Ooooooooooooohhh!" then
thrust her pussy harder against my face.

   Despite having orgasmed a few minutes before, I was totally aroused
again.  This was even better that our oral sex last night.  As she thrust
her little pre-teen pussy against my face, harder and harder, I drank in
the delicious taste and scent of her sex.  She spread her smooth little
legs wider for me and, intoxicated with her beauty, I held her hips,
pressed back against her, licked the length of her slit and ground my hips
up and down, rubbing my cock against the bedsheets.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Mandy cried, thrusting and thrusting against me even
harder, angling her hips to give my eager tongue full access to her
clitoris.  "Ooooooooooohhhh DADDY!" She was still too young to produce any
cream herself, but her soft, smooth little cunt was the most beautiful I
have ever known.  "DADDY!  DADDY!  DADDY!" she cried again, "YESSSSSSSSS!"
Writhing and bucking with joy she reached a shattering orgasm.

   I came at the same time, my face buried in her pussy, my cock pressed
down hard against the sheets at the foot of the bed.  With an intense love
coursing through my veins I spurted what little semen I had left inside me,
out on to the sheets.

   Then quiet.

   Mandy lay back against the pillow, panting with pleasure and I lay for a
moment, softly between her spread legs.  Then I wriggled up the bed again
and took her in my arms.

   "I love you, Daddy," she whispered as our naked bodies entwined.  "I
love you so much."

   "I love you too, baby," I replied.  "More than anyone."

   I don't know how long we lay together like that.  We may even have
fallen asleep together again, I don't know.  Time stood still.  When I next
looked at the clock beside the bed it said 9 o'clock.  I sat bolt upright.
"Come on, baby," I said.  "We'll miss breakfast if we're not careful."

   Taking her by the hand I went through to the bathroom and turned on the
shower.  We washed each other, nude under the falling water, and kissed and
kissed.  I lathered her flat chest, lingering around her tiny but hard
nipples.  She sighed and pressed herself against me.  Then I slid my hand
down over her belly and down to her pussy.  As I slipped a soapy finger
into her snug, hairless slit she looked up at me, her face bedewed with
water droplets, her long, wet, hair falling down behind her, and we kissed
again.  My penis grew hard once more and, with the tip of my finger deep in
her gorgeous cleft, I found the hidden entrance to her vagina, a tight
little 'O', the gateway to paradise.  I felt an overwhelming desire to slip
my finger deep, deep into the soft depths of her cunt.  But, once again,
with a superhuman effort of willpower, I resisted.  I still didn't know if
she had an intact hymen.  I didn't know how far her first Daddy had gone
with her.  Or her first Mummy.  If her hymen was still unbroken, any
penetration would probably be exquisitely painful for her.  I didn't want
to spoil this beautiful, loving moment.

   "Come on my little shower fairy!" I said.  "Let's get out of here and
down to breakfast.  Otherwise we'll be going hungry." I rinsed her down, we
climbed out of the shower and I dried her with a big, fluffy towel, kissing
her all the while.  Then we got dressed together, I drew the curtains back
and looked out of the window.  Mandy came and stood beside me.  Snow was
still falling.  All around us the city was blanketed in white.  A few
orange flashing lights in the streets below showed where snowploughs were
battling to keep the roads open.  But it looked like we would be here for
another night, at least.

   I turned away from the window and was about to open the door and step
out into the corridor when Mandy flung her arms around me.  "I love you,"
she said again.  "And I don't care what happens, now I'm with my new
Daddy."

   I picked her up and hugged her.  "And I love you," I replied.  "You have
given me the most intense pleasure I have ever known.  I'll love you
forever and ever." Then I opened the door and stepped out into the world
again.

   We went down in the lift, hand in hand and, as we were the only ones in
it, I was tempted to steal another kiss.  But I didn't know if the lift
cabin had security cameras watching.  We had to be very careful now.

   The dining room was full with all the other passengers who had been
stranded, and we had a hard time finding a table.  When we did find one,
Mandy once again insisted on sitting beside me rather than opposite.  "I
want to be near you," she whispered, reaching out to briefly touch my hand.

   I glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and that was when the
sorrow first hit me.  It was as if, over the past 12 hours, Mandy and I had
been living in another universe ...  a universe in which the blossoming of
love and sexual intimacy between a pre-teen girl and an adult man was
natural, beautiful and accepted.  As I believed it should be.  Now we were
back in our old universe, and I had run a terrible, terrible risk.  I
looked around the room again.  Couples were chatting, relaxed, over their
food.  I saw one man briefly, lovingly stroke the shoulder of the woman
sitting at the table with him as he got up to fetch her a second cup of
coffee.  Another couple walked out of the room, hand in hand.  I guessed
that, with an enforced overnight stay at a 4-star hotel, quite a few of the
people in the room had been fucking that past night.  And anyone thinking
about that idea would agree that, if they were in love, it was lovely.

   But if anyone found out what Mandy and I had been doing, I would be an
outcast.  A social leper.  A prisoner.

   And yet our love had been so indescribably beautiful and intensely
pleasurable.  For us both.  Of that I was sure.

   "What's the matter, Daddy?" Mandy whispered.  "You look so sad."

   I smiled at her.  How could I explain?  Particularly here in public,
with all these other people around.  "No, I'm not sad," I said.  "Just a
bit worried about the future."

   "I love you, Daddy," she said, simply "Don't worry.  I'll always love
you.".

   When we came out of the dining room after breakfast we found that the
airline companies had set up help desks in the hotel lobby.  I took our
tickets to our carrier, my heart in my mouth.  Would they be able to fly us
out today?  If they could, then that would be the end of this amazing love
affair.  I could see no way that, once we were back home, Mandy and I could
legitimately be together in such a way as to pursue our relationship.  But,
in any event, even if we stayed another night, I could see our relationship
was doomed.  One more night here would just extend it by a few hours.That
was something else which had, subconsciously, been at the back of my mind
as we sat in the dining room.  And the thought made me sad.  The checking
of airline tickets had just bought the facts into sharp focus.  Another
intrusion of the real world.

   I had to face reality.  Our incredible relationship was taboo, illegal
and doomed.

   In spite of that, my heart leaped with joy when the ticket agent said,
"I'm sorry sir.  There's no way we can get you home today.  Newcastle
airport isn't expected to open until late this afternoon, and there's a
massive backlog built up already.  The earliest we can hope for is
tomorrow."

   "Oh goody!" Mandy said.

   The ticket agent smiled.  "Well, at least someone is pleased.  There are
not many happy people like that today."

   "It's all those channels the hotel has on the TV," I said.

   When we got back up to our room, Mandy went straight to the window and
peered out again.  "It's still snowing," she said.  "Come on, weather! 
Snow!  Snow!  Snow!  Snow!  Snow!" She waved her arms about as if chanting
a magic incantation.

   I sat down on the couch and watched her.  She was so heartbreakingly
beautiful.  And just a few hours ago that little angel had, willingly, been
giving me oral sex.  I didn't know how I was going to live without her.

   When she'd finished working her magic on the weather, Mandy turned. 
Seeing me sitting on the couch, my legs stretched out in front of me, she
skipped across the room, kicked off her shoes and threw herself on to my
lap, straddling it.  She sat facing me with her legs spread wide and her
skirt rode up her slim thighs.  She clasped her hands behind my neck and
leaned forward and peered into my face.  "Why are you so sad, Daddy?" she
asked, looking serious.  "I thought I'd made you happy.  And we've got
another day here."

   What could I say?  I shrugged.  "You did make me happy, sweetheart.  The
happiest man in the world.  But what we did together, last night and this
morning, was totally against the law.  You know that?"

   "Of course I do!" she said, grimacing.  There was a hint of annoyance in
her voice and, I think, if she could have stamped her foot she would have
done.  "My first Mummy and Daddy told me that, over and over.  You don't
have to keep telling me now."

   My heart skipped when she said `My first Mummy and Daddy ...'.  She'd
definitely come to terms with her loss, now.  She'd accepted me as her new
father.  Where that would lead I had no idea.  Probably nowhere.  But, in
that moment, it still made me feel better.

   Even so, I still couldn`t quite believe all that had happened.  "Did you
...  did you ...  really do all those things that we did last night and
this morning, with your first Mummy and Daddy?"

   She looked at me blankly.  "Yes.  Of course."

   "And no one ever knew?"

   "No.  We didn't tell anyone.  My first Daddy and Mummy kept reminding me
of that."

   "I don't know.  It's just pretty amazing."

   She shrugged.  "We loved each other," she said, as if loving someone was
the only explanation needed.

   But I still had doubts.  What had happened, particularly that morning,
had been so extraordinary.  "Did you like giving me oral sex?"

   "Oral sex?  What do you mean?"

   I smiled.  "This morning you sucked my cock.  Did you like that?"

   Mandy blinked, puzzled.  "If I didn't like it, why would I do it?  Mummy
and I did that to my first Daddy all the time.  Didn't you like it?"

   "I adored it.  It was one of the sexiest, most intimate things you could
have done for me." I pulled her towards me and kissed her, passionately.  I
was so much in love.  She returned my kisses, eagerly, thrusting her tongue
into my mouth.  As she did I felt my penis growing hard again.  She was
irresistible.  She was soft, sexy and willing.  It was snowing outside, the
room was warm and we were in love.  I reached down, deep down between her
spread legs, and caressed her cotton panties.  They stretched taut over her
bald little cunny.  Through the thin, thin layer of fabric I could feel the
outline of her bare cleft.  And, to think, last night she had willingly and
lovingly let me play in her delicious little slit with my tongue.  I had
never experienced loving like it.  "I want you, angel," I whispered,
urgently.  "I want you more than anyone.  Feel me." I took hold of her
wrist and guided her hand down on to the bulge in my pants.

   "Mmmmm.  Are you hard again for me, Daddy?" she asked caressing my
hardness with the palm of her hand

   "Yes darling.  Just for you."

   "Ooooh!" She took hold of my shoulders and wriggled herself forward on
my lap until the soft mound of her cotton panties pressed directly on to my
penis.  With a tiny smile flickering on her lips she gazed into my eyes and
flexed her hips back and forth to rub her young pubis against my cock.

   I felt waves of intense desire swell through me once more.  "I'm going
to undress you, angel," I whispered.

   She giggled.

   I took hold of her sweater, she raised her arms for me and I pulled it
off over her head.  Then I unbuttoned her blouse.  She shucked it off over
her shoulders and sat in front of me, naked from the waist up.  I quickly
took off my sweater and shirt too, leaned forward, caressed her naked back
and gently kissed, then sucked the tiny nipples on her flat chest.

   "Ooooooh Daddy, that's beautiful," she whispered, rubbing her mound
against my cock even harder.  "But I'm sorry I haven't got any titties for
you."

   "That doesn't matter, Mandy," I replied, taking hold of her hips and
getting her to stand slightly so I could unbuckle my belt.  I unzipped my
pants, slipped off the rest of my clothes and, whilst she was still
standing a little, I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, too.  She wriggled
out of it, then lowered herself on to me again.  I was totally naked.  She
was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of white cotton panties and white
ankle-socks.  I kept hold of her hips to steady her as, panting slightly,
she rubbed her soft cotton-covered pubis against my rock-hard naked cock.
"It doesn't matter.  You're just perfect as you are."

   I could hold back no longer.  I stood up, lifted her, carried her across
to the bed and laid her gently on the sheets.  Then I took hold of the
waistband of her panties and stripped them off her.  She lay on the bed in
front of me, stark naked except for her little white ankle socks.  Love
shone from her eyes.  I know I keep saying this, but she was breathtakingly
beautiful.  Slim, soft, smooth, flat-chested, with the sweetest, softest,
totally bare pussy-slit peeping out from between her thighs.  "Spread your
legs for Daddy," I whispered.

   As she did so her naked little cleft opened a fraction.  I knelt on the
bed between her legs holding my engorged penis, pulled back my foreskin to
reveal the head of my cock, glistening and slick with pre-cum, leaned
forward and touched the tip of my cock against her beautiful hairless cunt.
Then I pressed it against her a little harder so that her pussy lips parted
a fraction and began to rub it up and down that delicious slit, using my
pre-cum as lubrication.  I pushed up through that cleft to find the spor
where her clitoris was hidden, pressing a bit harder and she moaned, "Oh
Daddy!"

   Her blissful moan sent me over the top.  I couldn't hold back.  In a
spasm of pure joy I ejaculated violently into her naked slit, out over her
Mound of Venus and up her tummy - my thick, white and creamy semen on her
soft naked skin.  "Oh Mandy!  My little lover!" I gasped falling on to the
bed beside her, my heart thundering once more.

   She immediately reached out, and I took her in my arms.  "Did you make
your love cream for me, Daddy?" she whispered.

   "Mmmmmmmm, angel," I said.  "Feel this." I began to caress her
semen-splattered Mound of Venus, then slid a slippery finger between her
pussy lips.  With my finger I traced the full curve of her cunt, up and
down and up again, then lingered at the entrance to her vagina again.

   "Go on, Daddy," she breathed as I pressed gently against that precious
little ring.  "Don't stop!"

   "You want me to ..."

   "Yes, Daddy!  Yes!" she breathed urgently, flexing her hips.  "Love me."

   I pressed harder, her little entry opened, and I slipped my
semen-covered finger into her soft, smooth, tight little vagina.  "Oh
Daddy." she sighed, "I've missed you."

   "I love you, angel," I whispered as I felt her soft, warm cunt surround
my finger.  "My little nine-year old lover." I pushed even deeper into her
snug little tunnel of Eros until I touched another perfect 'O' at the top.
Her cervix.  Then I crooked my finger forward a fraction and started to
stroke her G-spot.

   "Oh Daddy!" she breathed.  "My Daddy.  My lover."

   Now I desired her more than anything in the world.  We might only have
one more night together.  I wanted it to be perfect; a consummation of our
love.  Still stroking her inside her vagina I kissed her and kissed her,
then whispered in her ear, "Will you let Daddy make love to you?"

   She looked at me steadily.  "You mean fuck me?"

   "Yes darling.  Daddy wants you so much.  Will you let me fuck you?

   (To be continued)

   Aquarius January 2017