MANDY AND ME

Chapter 2 - The 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 spot 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?






Aquarius
January 2017

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