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The Love of My Life

CHAPTER I

     I just turned 36 and next weekend I'll be getting married to my "childhood"
sweetheart, Crystal, who just turned 18.  Confused?  Well, to tell the truth, so
have I been.  Confused for a long time.  It's only been the last year that I
have come to realize that everything will turn normal again, that the last six
years have only been building to what will be a lifetime relationship.
     I'm not terribly proud of the fact that the relationship with my wife to be
began six years ago when she was my next door neighbor and the tender age of
twelve.  It's not something that I willingly entered into though, thinking back,
I'm not sure that I made any real effort to deny it.
     My life was a near wreck at the time.  A seven year marriage had just ended
in the tragic death of my pregnant wife in an auto accident leaving me to raise
a six year old son by myself.  I suffered the death of both parents.  And
everything occurred within a year of each other.  My next door neighbors were
incredibly supportive during the entire time and, honestly, without them I'm not
sure that I would have survived.  Suicide was close on any number of occasions.
Only their support and the thought of my son being alone in the world pulled me
through.
     We had lived in the neighborhood for four years when all the tragedies
began.  Crystal was the little "kid next door" who always was at our house for
cookies and milk.  My wife loved her as if she were our own.  Although my son is
six years younger than she, Crystal would sit and play with him for hours on
end.  And, somehow, I found myself loving her too.  Not as a father would love a
daughter but as a man would love a woman.  I recall trying my best to put the
thoughts out of my mind but the harder I tried the worse it became.  Just the
thought of putting my thoughts into action was dangerous.
     Crystal's visits to the house continued after my wife's death and helped
pull me through.  Her mother commented on a number of occasions that if it was
too much for me to have her around, let her know and they would keep her away.
The thought of not having her around was what frightened me so I insisted that
it was fine.  I suppose that they had full trust in me and, again thinking back,
I suppose I violated that trust.
     As time passed and began to heal the wounds I had suffered, I began to get
back into dating.  I went out with any number of women but somehow was left
cold.  No one could replace my precious wife and, though I had my share of sex
with them, I can not honestly say that I was ever really "turned on" by any of
them.  Most evenings when I did go out, Crystal would babysit my son.  I would
come home from some evening out and she'd be there waiting for me.  It became
almost a routine that I would come in, she'd jump up from the couch and meet me
at the door.  I'd pay her the babysitting money, she'd reach up and give me a
kiss on the cheek and be out the door.
     One evening though, just after Crystal's twelfth birthday, I came home to a
silent house.  As I walked into the living room, I saw Crystal laying on the
couch, sound asleep.  I stood at the doorway and simply stared.  Her quiet
breathing, her innocent face, her long blonde hair all combined to do something
to my mind.  Quietly I moved to the couch and knelt down next to the sleeping
beauty.
     Trying to keep control of myself, I let my hand softly touch her face.  Her
skin was as smooth as silk and as cool as the night itself.  She didn't move at
all as I continued to slowly caress her cheek.  My eyes slipped down her sleek
body.  I can remember as if it happened just yesterday.  I was no longer in
conscious control of my actions as my hand slid down across her shoulder and
came to rest on one of her budding breasts.  The firmness of it surprised me and
suddenly, I was shaken back to reality as I realized that she was waking up.
     Quickly, I stood up and whispered her name as I saw her eyes open.  She
looked up at me with those blue eyes and I melted.
     "Hi," she said quietly.  "I guess I fell asleep."
     "You sure did," I responded softly.  "OK now?"
     "Uh huh," she said as she struggled to a sitting position.
     I sat down next to her and let my hand come to rest on her leg.
     "Well, was he any trouble tonight?" I inquired casually.
     "No, not at all," she answered.  "Really good."
     I let my hand move slowly up her leg.  I knew I was asking for trouble but
at this point was beyond worrying about it.  Crystal, for her part, appeared
relaxed and simply sat there looking forward.
     "So, you've been asleep long?" I asked.  I realized that we didn't have
much of a conversation going to keep us here and I sure didn't want her to
leave.  Besides, what do you talk to a twelve year old baby-sitter about?
     "No, I don't think so.  What time is it?"
     I looked at my watch.  "Just after midnight," I responded.
     "I guess I have been then.  I remember turning the TV off just after nine
cause I wanted to read my book.  I'm sorry, I won't fall asleep again here."
     "It's OK," I reassured her.  "I don't mind.  Besides, everything is fine.
     By now, my hand had progressed up her thin leg to her upper thigh and I let
one finger slowly touch her covered crotch.  Still she did not move away or look
down.
     "I better be going," she whispered.
     "You're right, your parents probably wonder where you are since I got home
a few minutes ago."
     "No, they won't be home until about two," she answered.  "They're at a
party too and told me not to be worried when I went home."
     With that, my heart fluttered.  My timing had been lucky.
     "Crystal," I said, keeping my hand on her upper leg.
     "Uh huh?" she replied in her young, girlish voice.
     "Crystal, I'm not sure how to say this or even if I should."
     I turned a bit to face her and she turned to face me.  Looking into those
beautiful, innocent eyes, I found myself almost unable to speak.  She sat there
silently.
     "Crystal, I love you," I blurted out.  I couldn't believe the words were
escaping my lips.
     Not missing a beat, she responded, "I love you too."  I thought the world
had stopped.
     "But hon, you don't know what those words mean, what they contain."
     Keeping silent, she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.  With
that, I was almost unable to control myself any longer.  I urgently kissed her
back.  It was as if my mind and my body had separated and I was watching the
scene from the side.  I felt my tongue press against her lips and felt her lips
part slightly, just enough for me to taste her young mouth.  My hand slid up her
tender body and took her adolescent breast gently.  Beads of perspiration broke
out on her pale forehead.
     Taking her gently by the hand I pulled her to her feet and motioned her to
the bedroom.  She followed without sound.  Once there, I turned and faced her,
letting my fingers slowly undo the buttons on her blouse.  Her face turned from
pale white to scarlet as she blushed with my actions.  I smiled at that and she
returned my smile.  I could feel her shaking slightly as her blouse fell open,
revealing a thin, white bra that was barely needed.  Letting the blouse fall
across her shoulders and off her back, I very slowly and deliberately reached
behind her and unhooked the clasps of her undergarment.  I felt her young body
jump slightly as the hooks came undone.  Again, slowly, I let the garment slide
across her slight shoulders and fall down across her arms.  Saying nothing, she
stood there, naked from the waist up for my inspection.
    I remember gazing at her young, tender breasts for the first time.  Barely
bumps on her innocent body but more beautiful, I think, than any I had ever
seen.  Her nipples were small and erect, only slightly darker than the skin that
surrounded them.  She tensed as I touched them for the first time.
    "Should we?" she asked me as I began to unbuckle her jeans.  "I mean, I've
never....."
    Her voice trailed off into nothingness.
    "You're fine, kid," I reassured her, "Just fine."
    With that she smiled slightly, in a nervous sort of way and, much to my
surprise, willingly helped me in removing both her jeans and underpants.
    There she stood, my inexperienced and pure princess.  I stepped back
slightly to take the vision in that stood before me.  I let my eyes gaze across
her immature body, across the newly swollen breasts, the flat stomach.  They
came to rest upon the triangle between her legs.  Her hair there was nothing
more than slight fuzz, covering nothing.  Crystal realized my stare and shifted
her weight slightly to one side.
    I quickly undressed and pulled her to me as I sat on the nearby bed.
Positioning her on my legs, I placed her hand on my cock.  She stared at it in
amazement as it rapidly sprung to life in her tiny grasp.  Kissing her, I let my
tongue enter between her sweet lips and tasted her youth.
    Laying her onto her back, I positioned myself above her.  Thinking back, I
can understand her fear at seeing my cock lurking just inches away from her
unviolated opening.  The sheer size of something like that (and I'm not huge by
any means) in relation to her thin body would have been enough in itself to
frighten anyone.  However, by this point, I was no longer able to control my
desire for her.
    Sitting up slightly she again spoke.  (This was only the third time she had
spoken since I had returned home.)
    "Are you sure?  I mean...."
    There was a bit of pleading in her voice.
    She continued.  "I mean, I'm not thirteen yet and you're so big and I'm...."
    I placed my hand over her mouth.  "Shhhhhhhh," I whispered.
    Uncovering her mouth, I let my hand slide down between her legs and began to
massage her closed opening from clit to asshole and back.
    "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.  "I didn't know........"
    Again her voice trailed off.
    Continuing to massage her, I slowly let my cock make contact with her lower
body.  I felt her thin frame tense as she realized that I was about to enter
her.  Suddenly she pushed at me, attempting to free herself from under me.  And
just as suddenly, it was no longer a matter of my just desiring her.  My desire
for her became quickly mixed with the anger of a twelve year old trying to exert
her will against me.  I lost all sense of myself and found myself holding her
down, firmly by the shoulders while I pressed harder and harder against her
obstructed entrance with my cock.  I could sense her protests retreating as she
spread her legs impossibly wide to receive me.
    Pushing myself more and more against her body, I felt her begin to sweat
profusely.  Her objections were completely gone now and she clung to my back
with both of her arms.  Finally, I pressed incredibly hard against her and I
felt her body give way.  Almost immediately, I was grasped in a vise as tight as
a fist, though I was only less than half way inside of her.
    She began to whimper a bit....complaining that it hurt.  I was, by this
time, beyond hope.   From that point on, as I began to work myself slowly into
her by withdrawing and pushing gently further into her body, each movement was a
mixture of excruciating pain and pleasure for her.  Finally, just as I managed
to feel her pubic bone resting against the base of my cock, I felt the sudden
need to explode.
    Pulling almost completely out of her, I slammed myself back into her and
came.  It felt as though my entire body was being sucked out through the tiny
opening of my cock.  Crystal dug into my back with her fingernails and bit into
my shoulders.  After a few moments, I collapsed on top of her and then rolled
off of her.  My cock withdrew from her with a splot.
     The young girls body that had been burning hot a moment ago was now cool
and clammy to the touch.  Glancing at the clock next to the bed I realized that
it had only been a scant twenty minutes since I had arrived home.
     Crystal lay next to me, I felt her soft breathe on my shoulder.  Releasing
my arm from under her, I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked down at the
floor.  The reality of what had just occurred sank in.  I had just had sex with
a twelve year old girl.  A sick feeling came over me and suddenly I was cold.  I
felt her hand on my back and I turned to face her.  That face, that innocent
face.  She smiled slightly and leaned forward, kissing me.  Not a deep kiss, but
a bare touch on my lips.  It sent shivers down my spine.
     Without saying a word, she moved across the bed and stood up next to me.  I
looked again at her soft, incredibly smooth body.  A pang of guilt came over me
as I looked down between her legs and saw a smear of blood mixed with my semen
that had since leaked from her.
     "Will I get pregnant?" she asked me quietly?  "Will I for sure?"
     "No, probably not at all," I replied, trying to sound confident though I
hardly was.  "You don't get pregnant every time you do it."
     Still she stood there in front of me, quiet.  To be sure, I wasn't quite
sure what to do or say myself.
     "Why don't you go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up," I said to
her, reaching out and gently touching her arm.
     Again without saying a word, she turned and, picking her clothes from the
floor, walked into the bathroom.  I heard the shower turn on and I sat there
thinking.
     She only took a few minutes and was quickly walking back into the bedroom.
Looking up at her, one would not realize that anything had occurred.
     "I was real careful not to get my hair wet," she said as she sat down next
to me.  "I wouldn't want to go home looking like I had to have a shower over
here"
     "Thanks.  I appreciate that," I smiled as I spoke.  "I'm not sure that your
folks would understand what happened here."
     With that, Crystal stood up then leaned over and kissed me.  Again, just
softly on the lips, like a breeze against me.  The feel that I would come to
be enamored of over the years.
     "I better be getting home before my parents do," she said to me.  Again she
was right.  "I'll be in bed by the time they get in."
     "OK, kid," I replied and got up taking her by the hand.  She stood silently
at the doorway as I dressed.  As we walked through the hallway, I handed her a
$20 bill and told her thanks for her babysitting.  So naive she was then that
she protested that it wasn't that much, that I only owed her $8.00.
     "Well, you kind of went beyond the call of duty tonight hon," I whispered
as I gave her one final goodnight kiss and hug before going outside with her.
Silently, we walked across the lawn until we reached her property line.  The
porchlight was on but her folks weren't home yet.  I watched her until she got
inside the house and gave me her familiar all clear signal, flashing the living
room lights on and off several times.
     My house seemed incredibly empty when I returned home and I proceeded
immediately to the bedroom, ready for sleep.  The evenings events again struck
home with me when I looked down at the bed.  On one side, there was a bright red
smear, larger than I had expected, surrounded by clear dampness.
     Again, in my mind, I heard Crystal's childlike voice asking, "I won't get
pregnant, will I?"
     Undressing, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.


CHAPTER II

     I did not see Crystal the next day and, to be honest, went to work waiting
for a police car to come pick me up for rape.  The car never came.  But what did
come, and kept coming back again and again, was my desire for my young lover.
Deep down, I felt what I had done was wrong, terribly wrong.  But never before
in my life, and not since with anyone but this child, had I ever felt love or
desire so strong.
    The next two days were pure hell for me, living in fear that I would never
see her again and that I would see her again.  I wanted nothing more than to
have her in my arms again but I also feared society, the law, and her parents.
As time went on, these fears all came to be unrealized.
    When I finally did see her again, she was at my front door dressed like she
normally would be after a day at school.  Wearing the same jeans she had worn
the night of our first encounter and a t-shirt that proudly showed off her
developing chest.  She was beaming when I opened the door.
    "My mom and dad went to the mall and won't be back for a few hours," she
almost yelled as I opened the door to let her in.
    "Shhhhhhhh," I reminded her, glancing around outside to see if anyone
noticed her enter.  "You gotta keep us a secret."
    "I'm sorry, it's just that I didn't think they'd ever leave and I wanted to
come over here so much."  Her girlish voice thrilled me to no end.  "I want to
make love again, and again, and again."
    "Whoa, slow down," I told her.  "Remember what you said about getting
pregnant and all?  We can't get away with that too often."
    "I know, but I just want you so bad.  I told my friend about....."
    I almost lost consciousness and interrupted her. "You told your friend?"
    "Oh, not about you.  I told her that I had done it with a guy and all and
that I was afraid I was going to get pregnant and all so she gave me some of
these pills that her mother had gotten her...."
    Again I interrupted her..."Your friends mother got her birth control pills?"
    "Uh huh, and she said after I take them for ten days it's ok, that I can't
get pregnant."
    I couldn't believe she was this excited.  I had never seen her this excited
about anything.  And, after the first time the other night she had been so quiet
and withdrawn about it all.
    I took her tiny hand and gently pulled her close to me.  As she hugged me I
let my hands slip down to gently cup her buttocks.  She squirmed with delight.
    "That tickles," she giggled.
    "You want me to stop?" I asked condescendingly.
    "No."
    Looking down at her angelic face, her complexion had turned again to beet
red.
    "Look Crystal, I love you very much and it's important that you never tell
anyone about us.  Do you understand?"
    "Of course.  At least not until I'm older.   Then it'll be OK, right?"
    I looked into those beautiful blue eyes.
    "Right," I replied.
    She grinned from ear to ear and backed away from me, taking me by the hand.
Leading me, she made a beeline to the bedroom.  Once there, she immediately
pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing her naked chest.  Almost with
an attitude beyond her years she proudly walked over to me and unbuttoned my
shirt, lightly kissing my chest as she bared my skin.  I almost shivered as she
did so.
    Again, I easily picked her up and carried her to the bed.  She lay back flat
smiling up at me.  Such a difference from the other night when she had
protested.  Such a pleasure.
    She willingly lifted her hips to allow me to slide her jeans off of her
delicate body.  Again, the whisp of fuzz covering her lower stomach sent chills
of delight through my body.  Without undoing my own trousers, I lay down and
rested my head on her shoulder, letting my tongue lightly flip over a taut
nipple.  She squirmed under me as I let my hand slip between her legs to caress
her sweet canal.
    Slowly, I let my head glide down her body, tonguing and kissing her precious
skin as I did until I came to rest with my head on her hip.
    "What are you doing?" she asked in a tiny girlish voice.
    "Shhhhhhh," I replied and positioned myself a bit lower on the bed.
"Shhhhhhh, just relax and enjoy."
    With that, I let my tongue find the opening between her thin folds of skin.
There was no real moisture there yet, but my saliva and motion quickly
eliminated that problem.  Within moments, my beautiful young lover was grasping
my head and arching her body up to meet my mouth.  I stayed at her break until I
felt her body start to spasm involuntarily.   I heard tiny and delicate cries
coming from her as I continued to lick at her.  As I let a finger slide to her
anus, I felt her entire body constrict and her natural lubricating juices began
to flow.  At my leisure, I finally stopped and moved my head back up the bed to
lay fully next to her.  She was bathed in sweat, beads of it covering her head
and chest.
    As she lay there breathing deeply, I gently took her hand and placed it on
my already erect cock.  She simply held it carefully in her diminutive hand
seemingly afraid to hurt it.
    "Crystal," I whispered.  "I love you."
    "I love you too," she replied.  My cock twitched with her words.
    "How did you like it?" I asked her.
    "It was wonderful, just wonderful," she replied.  Her feeble attempt at
trying to sound so adult was more than just amusing to me.
    "Well, you know, you can do the same thing for me, you know that?" I asked.
    Crystal glanced up at me with her big eyes and stared.  I moved my hand up
to the back of her head and made a slight downward pressure pushing it slightly
down my chest.   She made no real motion to continue so I restarted a more firm,
direct push.  Her head came to rest close enough that I could feel her cool
breathe on the head of my member.
    "Go ahead, hon, put it in your mouth," I urged her, pressing lightly on her
head.  "It's OK."
    Her resistance slowly gave way and I felt her tiny lips slowly kiss the
side.  After a few minutes she found it wasn't so bad and began licking the
sides like an ice cream cone.  Each move drove me into deeper ecstasy.  Soon she
looked up at me as if to ask if that were enough.
    I gave her some basic instructions and soon she was working me like a pro.
My professional child lover.  The words were as exciting at the act itself.  I
rolled slightly onto my side and she rolled with me, keeping me in her mouth.
No longer completely in control, I found myself holding onto the back of her
head and letting my cock slide in and out of her tiny mouth.  Occasionally I
would feel her gag as I let myself go too far into her but she immediately
accomodated herself to it all.
    It was only another few, brief minutes before I felt the onset of orgasm.
My cock twitched with a brief spasm.  The thrill of it all took over as I began
to actually fack fuck my young lover.  Out of control, I felt her jaw pop and
her gagging but was unable to stop.  Holding her head steady as she tried to
pull away,  I drove myself deep into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat
with the tip of my cock.
    Coming now, I let myself explode into her, shooting my liquid deep into the
rear of her precious mouth.  It was only after this had begun that I came back
to my senses, realizing what I was doing.  I withdrew just in time to shoot a
stream of milky white cream across my young lover's tender face.  She looked up
to me in abject humiliation.  A sudden feeling of pain came across me when I
realized that I had, indeed, completely lost control.
    I reached down to her and pulled her up close to me.  The sperm across her
face hung like the pictures of napalm you see from the Viet Nam war.  I let my
thumb wipe the sticky liquid from her face and kissed her gently on the
forehead.  Crystal lay her head down on my shoulder and I felt her breathing
become slow and steady.  She said nothing but as I lay there with her resting
against me, I felt suddenly old.  Much too old for her.
    We lay like that for what seemed like forever, not moving but just feeling
each others body, warm against each other.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been sitting here writing for five steady hours and am
beat....I'll continue later.....Right now, I have a very horny 18 year old to
take care of.)

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