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Subject: {ASSM} Apocalypse: Chapter 3 {M/g foreplay, pedo}
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Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 08:10:02 -0400
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	This is a work of erotic fiction.  The premise is as follows.  In the 
near future the world experiences economic collapse, wars, and mass 
human population die-off.  The leaders of the United States who survive 
propose a radical solution.  Allow adult men to have sex with girls to 
maintain order and repopulate the country.
	The attitudes and actions expressed in this story do not in any way 
reflect the author's opinions on women.  The author is against sexual 
exploitation of all children.  He supports erotic fiction involving 
children.  No children are hurt or exploited by mere words.
	Please visit http://documents.espana2000.com/ for more information.

	This is the continuation of a multi-part story.  I ask you read the 
Prelude at an absolute minimum and suggest reading previous chapters.
	http://groups.google.com/group/alt.sex.stories.moderated/msg/bc3fd3d2bc509421


	Tom woke up first.  He admired his daughter through the light that was 
sneaking into the room from around the shades.  He climbed out of bed 
and took a shower.  He shaved, bushed his teeth, everything he needed to 
do.  He stood in the room completely naked.  He considered slipping 
under the covers with Karen, but instead got dressed.  He had thought 
that with all the noise she'd have waken up.  But that hadn't happened. 
  He got back into bed and started kissing her softly on the forehead 
and cheeks.  She started to stir.
	"Good morning."
	Karen stretched, flickered her eyes open and let them focus on her father.
	"Hi."
	She stretched again.
	"Did you sleep well?"
	She shrugged.  "Yeah.  I like this bed."
	"We have a bus to catch.  Do you want to take a shower or just get 
dressed and go?"
	"Can I take a shower?"
	"Of course."
	He kissed her on the lips.  She responded.  He kissed her harder and 
slipped his tongue in.  Tom pulled away and smiled.  Karen smiled back, 
got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.
	The pair had eaten a quick breakfast and were back on the bus headed home.
	"Have you ever been on a bus?"
	Karen said she wasn't sure.  She thought she had, but she described a 
vehicle that sounded more like a truck.
	Just after 1 PM the two were walking up to a large, Victorian house 
that Tom called home.
	"This is our house."
	Karen looked at it.
	"Who else lives here?"
	"Just us."
	Karen couldn't believe how large the house was.  From the front it was 
three stories tall.  She couldn't see, but in the back it was actually 
four stories.  The yard sloped from front to back putting the basement 
at ground level.  Tom used his key to unlock the front door.  It opened 
into a large foyer.  The floor plan was quite simple.  The bottom floor 
had been converted into two apartments.  There was also a storage area. 
  The second floor had a single apartment along with a kitchen and 
dining area.  The third floor was Tom's apartment which had a living 
room area.
	They walked in and Tom opened the door to the apartment on the left.
	"This is your apartment.  It's more than a bedroom.  It has its own 
bathroom, a small kitchen, and living area.  But the entire house is 
yours, don't feel like you have to stay here all the time."
	"Where do you live?"
	"My apartment is on the top floor.  Come on, I'll show."
	Tom lugged his bag and Karen's suitcase up to the third floor.  The 
washer and dryer was in his apartment and he wanted to wash her clothes.
	Tom gave her a quick tour of his apartment which ended in his bedroom. 
  He decided now was the time.
	"Karen, have a seat."
	Karen sat on the bed next to her father.
	"What do you remember from the world before you entered the orphanage?"
	"Nothing."
	"Really?  Nothing?  You don't remember how things used to be?"
	She shook her head.
	Tom sighed.  "Do you know what sex is?"
	She shrugged.  "I think."
	"What is it?"
	She paused.  "It's when a man and woman hug and kiss and stuff."
	Tom nodded.  "Right.  Do they do anything else?"
	"I don't know.  Maybe.  I think they take off their clothes."
	"What else?"
	Karen felt like she was being put on the spot now.
	"I don't know.  They kiss more?"
	Tom had decided she really didn't know.
	"You're right about everything, but there's more to it.  Sex is a human 
need.  It feels good.  It's important.  Before... before the war and 
everything it was something men and women did."
	Tom paused to let that sink in.
	"But something very bad happened.  Almost all of the women died.  Men 
are still around, but women aren't.  I want us to have sex."
	Tom ended there.  He wanted to elaborate, but wanted her reaction.
	"Okay."
	"Just 'okay'?", Tom thought.  He thought more about what had he said. 
He really should've explained more.
	"Do you really?"
	"Yeah.  I guess."
	"I really think you'll enjoy it, but it is a big step."
	"Okay."
	Tom lied back on his bed.  Karen did the same.
	"Do you know the difference between men and women?"
	"I know we have different parts."
	Tom nodded.  "Let's take our shirts off."
	Karen sat up and pulled off her t-shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra. 
Tom could see small breasts sprouting.  They were a little larger than 
he had expected.  They lied back down.  Tom just stared into her eyes. 
Was he really doing this?
	"Women have breasts.  Men don't.  Well, we do, but they don't grow like 
yours do."
	Tom ran his hand across his daughter's breasts.  He pulled her close 
and started kissing her passionately.  She kissed back.  He could feel 
her heartbeat start to race.  Or perhaps that was his.
	"Let's take off the rest of our clothes."
	Karen hesitated.
	"It's okay.".  Tom pulled off the pants he had been wearing and then 
his underwear.  Karen's eyes grew huge.  She looked up at Tom who smiled 
at her.  She pulled her shorts and panties off in one motion, then hid 
her body by pressing it up against the side of Tom.
	"I think you saw my penis."
	"Yeah."
	"I use that to have sex.  I put it into your vagina."
	"You mean where I pee?"
	"Not exactly.  Near there."
	"Where I poop?"
	"No, not there either.  Hold on."  With that Tom got out of bed, went 
into his bathroom, and came back out with a hand mirror.
	"Lie on your back."
	Karen was curled up.  She hesitantly rolled onto her back.  Tom fluffed 
up some pillows and got her to sit up.
	"Now open your legs."
	She separated her knees a little.  Tom gently opened them more.  He 
then handed her the mirror.
	"I want you to look at yourself with the mirror."
	She adjusted it and made a face when she saw her vulva.
	Tom pointed at her anus.  "This is called your anus.  It's where you 
poop from."  Tom had to probe a couple of places before he revealed her 
urethra.  "This is your urethra.  You pee from here."  Tom ran his 
fingers down some more.  He could barely make out her vaginal opening. 
He saw the thin membrane.  She still had her hymen!  There was a small 
opening.  "This is your vagina."
	Karen adjusted the mirror.
	"It's bigger than it looks.  It stretches."
	Tom moved his hand back to the top.  "This is your clitoris. 
Stimulating it is what feels good."
	Karen looked some more, then let the mirror drop.  Tom took it from 
her.  She had a worried look her face.
	"Sweetheart, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.  Please understand 
that.  I really think you'll love this experience."
	"Okay."
	"What are you worried about?"
	Karen shrugged.  "I don't know.  That it'll hurt."
	"It's not going to hurt."
	Tom knew that sometimes even with women, sex the first time did hurt.
	Tom pulled down the bed covers on his side of the bed.  He reached over 
and pulled them down on Karen's side.  She lifted her butt up so he 
could pull them from under her.  He put the pillows back down and lied 
down with his daughter.  He sniffed her hair.  She smelled wonderful.

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