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BRIDE FROM BACK HOME [ part 3 ] The Usual Declaimer: No children has been harmed or have been intended to be harmed by this. This is adult fantasy.If you did not like this type of stories, well I did not force you to read it. "Will you marry me?" If she has taken a gun of thin air and shoot him, he would be less supprised not to mention confuced. He knew the child love him, but to propose and it this early age. "Do I look like someone , anybody will want to marry" He tried to turn it into a jock. She gravely nodded:"You are gentle and kind, that why I chose you." He had not forgoten last night, it has just slipped his mind. Now he remembered,no, recalled her statmet that she has chosen him. And he had half the mind to willingly allow himself to fall in her trap. In his original plan he was to leave her with some of his distant relatives, thurd cousins who lived in completely different part of the country. They had a large family and he, being single, could easily afford to send money every two three months, more then enough to offset her expensise. That was the plan. Now he was not so sure. The prospective of having this willing toy with him was very tempting. "You know young one," he desided to test her- "people who marry do even more things together then ones who just live in the same place." This was no longer the prevailing truth, but she did not know that. "I know." under his questioning stare she added:"one night, while mother and fathr were back together I woke up late from a nightmare and went to their room. We used to live in a different bigger place then. I.... I saw them fighting in bed. At fisrt I was scared, but then I really looked and realised that mother was bot being hurt. They were having fun even." "And you never asked about it afterwards?"he probed. She blushed and said:"I was big enough to know that adults like to play some games with each other late at night, and jelosly keep such games a sicret from children. He nodded, not exactly the way he would have put it, but close enough to the truth. "OK" he thought "time to get back to the current problem." "If you are to merry me you will have to take part of such games" he tested her resolve. "I will do my best" came her repled with great resolve. Neither said anything for some time after this. He silently helped her dry and dress, giving her calculating looks when her back was turned. In the end he desided to pospond deciding how to proceed for after lunch. He felt much to excited to to be very hungry. However this provided him with plausable excuse to delay his next move and think over it. He liked this child- no douth, but could he trust her enough to keep his sicrets. As the silent lunch grew to its end he make a gut desision and took off. His absance was less the fifthteen minutes, and he came back running and out of breath, but for the young maiden it felt like fifthteen hours. He assured her that he had to buy some things nessesary for adult games. Her eyes shone:"So you will marry me?" "Hold your horses, Rome was not build in a day." he could not resist to trow on his turn a proverb at her. Her face dimmed, but the light of determination in her eyes hardened. His remark had the desired effect. He took her by the hand and guided her to the bedroom he has been using since childhood. The apartment was all his now, but he had grown acustomed to the smaller one. Once there he lifted her and place her on the bed, then ask her in a husky voice filled with desire to undress, while in the process of removing his own garments. Once they both were in the nude, and after he had put a preservative on, did he finnaly stopped to consider what exactly he wanted to do with her. Oral sex tempted him, but he grew affraind that he might hurt or even kill her in his passion-he had little experience with adults, much less with children. Anal sex has been his sicret dream for years, but again he was afraid he do some lasting damage to his toy. This type of toy could not be fixxed with simple engeeniaring and glue in few strategic places. That left "vanilla". "But first" he thought-"lets warm her up a bit". Took a seat next to her and after warning her not to resist, put her over his knees, face down. He gave her a brisk, business-like spanking, which had little in common with his last day's tease spank. Now she was in his mercy, and he did not feel like acting nice-he wanted to make sure he could trust her. Only once he realised that she was bearing this ordeal silently, despite her apperent pain did he slow down. "Her behind right now" he thought " could give her the skirt I gave her yesterday a run for reddness." He desided to buy her another one soon so he could compare. The men reached for the baby oil he has left on the bedside table and with suprising gentelness rubber some of it to her crab-red postreior in a sooding massage. Afterwards he took one of the items he had been in such hurry to obtain, his country equivalent to kjelly. The man put liberal dose on his index finger and after spreading her legs and "other" lips run it slowly around inside her. At first she run stiff when the stuff started to take effect, but once she found that the heating sensetion did not burn like the shampoo yesterday she relaxed, even starting to enjoying the feeling a bit. He attempted to put two lubricated fingers in. It was a tight fit. Then he tryed tree. At first it was not bad, but soon he was stopped short by her small cry:"It hurts" and he felt her insides tighten arond his hand, even worse he realised he could not pull his hand out freely- he was stuck. That unnurved him a bit as he always had considered to have "pianist fingers" -long and slim. True his had had grown during teenhood, but they were still more slender that most other man he had met, who were close to 6 feet- his hight. "You have to trust me" he adminished the panishing child. He could had forced his hand out, but he liked to keep his nails long and well his fingers were in a delicate place. He stared pulling his fingers one at a time, while reasuring her in a soft voice, latter he could not remember half what her said, but it must have had some effect for her clamp -like grip. he inspected his long nails, but could not find any blood or flesh on them. After some petting on her head and a promise to use only two fingers she let him spread her legs again. He cut his nails down before proceeding, just in case. She started to enjoy it again an even "juice up" a little, but still will tighten unconciasly when he went exploring too deep. In the end he desided with regret to pospone the intercoarse for another day.For cosolation he desided to continue his advance in another avenue. The man turn his lithle bed partner on her tummy and consentrated his attention on her rosy openning, his fingeres covered with jelly and her juice. he still could only put two fingers in, but they met less resistance from the previous day (more due to her getting accustomed to the procedure then to actual splinter streching). He nearly colapsed afterwards, enving the girl for her young residiance. Before falling asleep that night he heart her soft voice. "I have played adults' game with you. Will you merry me, now?" In his half-asleep, half-awake state, he could not even remember when he said "Yes." |