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Subject: {ASSM} The Trysts of Felicia and Frank, Part III: Comfort For A Young Girl  (MF/f, ephebe [12yo], cons[?], med, sleepy, rom, sci-fi [time travel])
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The Trysts of Felicia and Frank, Part III: Comfort For A Young Girl
Anonymous

MF/f, ephebe [12yo], cons[?], med, sleepy, rom, sci-fi [time travel]

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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. Anything written here is
simply the result of wandering fantasy. Only a fool would try half the
things I write in these stories, if it's even possible.

By continuing, you agree that: 1. You're at least 18 (or whatever the
age of majority is in your area), 2. You indemnify everyone and
everything that might somehow be legally liable for any emotional
suffering or other offense you take to the story. You have been
warned.

**********

~<3  Prologue ~<3

	Recently, Frank had obtained a prototype for something that would
change the face of the world forever: A compact temporal transporter.

	At last, another of his deepest kinks could come true.

***

~<3  I. ~<3

	For a long time, Felicia had known that her gentle mate was an
ephebephile; she actually figured it out from certain things he said.

	Although many people, particularly women, would be disgusted by such
a discovery, Felicia was actually quite accepting. Whenever Frank
talked about it, his fantasies were laced with words of comfort; she
knew that if he ever had the chance to fulfill his fantasy, that he
would take gentle care of the nymphette in question.

	One day while they were together, Felicia stumbled across some old
photos of herself while she was rummaging through her things; seeing
the smile on Frank's face, she gave an image of her 12-year-old self
to him.

	Soon after, he began to talk about the idea of fooling around with
her younger self; email after email detailed how he would explore her,
and comfort her.

	So when Frank got a hold of the temporal transporter, she was a bit
nervous... but almost as anxious and horny about it as he was.

***

~<3  II. ~<3

	Frank pressed a button on the transporter's control console, pulling
young Felicia from the past; she collapsed to the cushioned pad on the
floor, as he had set it to stun her for a couple of minutes.

	Together, Frank and the elder Felicia lifted her into the specially-
modified gynecological exam chair meant just for her: It had heavenly-
soft, fuzzy padding all over, and was designed to hold her in comfort;
even the stirrups had soft padding.

	Frank carefully probed the young girl's arm for a vein, piercing it
with a small port, which he taped in place; the elder Felicia's heart
beat like a drum, her flower twinging, as Frank raised a syringe and
pressed it into the port.

	Slowly he depressed the plunger, giving the girl a strong dose of
thiopental sodium; the powerful drug quickly relaxed her brain and
started to saturate her body fat, and she sank into an induced coma,
which would likely last three or four days.

	"She looks so peaceful," the elder Felicia said, as they gazed upon
the slumbering young girl. Giggling a bit, she continued, "It's hard
to believe that this is probably the longest and most carefree sleep
she'll have for years."

	"Until I came along?" Frank asked.

	Felicia nodded.

	He stripped the sleeping girl slowly as her present counterpart
watched, wrapping her in a soft, warm blanket; placing her feet in the
stirrups, he carefully spread her legs, to reveal her tiny, freshly-
bloomed virgin flower.

	"Remember, be gentle," Felicia said with a giggle.

	Frank softly traced a finger down her little slit, then dropped to
his knees, and softly licked it right up the middle; he followed this
with gentle licks on each petal of her flower.

	Felicia stopped Frank. "You don't have to do all of that if you don't
want to, sweetie. It's not like she can feel it, just do what you want
to do."

	Still though, the gentle guy had to check. "May I deflower you?" he
whispered.

	Felicia nodded, her heart racing, as Frank smothered his manhood and
the nymphette's girl hole with plenty of lube, and positioned the tip
of himself against it.

	He closed his eyes, and began to slowly press through her hymen,
forcing her girl hole's walls to part, making room for their first
mate. He pumped slowly, then a bit faster; the elder Felicia ran her
fingers down his back softly.

	Soon it was too much, and he shot his potent load of seed inside of
her fertile female body.

	Frank had prepared a syringe with the "morning-after" hormones, but
he was too spent and giddy to give it to her; while Felicia would love
to have a baby with him, she knew the past was definitely not the
time, so she injected it into the port on the sleeping girl's arm.

	After he had recovered a little, the pair carried the slumbering girl
to a big bed they'd prepared for the occasion; cuddling the little
thing in between them, Frank began to speak.

	"So, do you think we'll be able to do this again?"

	"I can't think of any place I'd rather have been," she answered with
a smile.

THE END

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CONTACTING THE AUTHOR:
Love this story? Hate it? Let me know at AnonAuthor.X@gmail.com

**********

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