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And baby makes three 91kb (mf, ffmff, mff  pedo, preg, nun, inc.


      Ah, the spring time of life, our childhood.  Days of sunshine, 
swimming in the cool lake, rolling in the grass.  Fall, all it's vibrant 
colors, and crisp air.  Piling leaves and jumping in them.  Snowball 
fights and hot coa-coa in winter.  Splashing in mud and dancing in the 
springtime rains.  We never realize how wonderful it all is until it has 
passed, one day we are carefree and laughing, the next the burdens of 
reasponcibility comes crashing down.  Sometimes, we never don't notice 
the crash until it's well past, suddenly we wake up one morning and find 
our youth is gone.  But sometimes, just sometimes, we are able to go 
back to those cherished times and exceed them.  Or replace them with 
something better.

      I can't remember a time when Jacilyn wasn't around.  Three years 
younger than me, she was from the other side of the tracks, quite 
literally and figurativly.  The Burlington Northern Railroad track ran 
between our neighborhoods, such as they were.  Her family was well to 
do.  Mine was, well, to coin the phrase, white trash.  Dad was a 
happy-go-lucky type (well, unlucky) Irishman who loved his family and 
loved his whiskey.  He wasn't ever a violent man, drinking made him just 
more mellow than he already was.  I can't ever recall him having a job 
for more than a year, even to this day.  My sainted mother, bless her 
soul, worked the odd job about time as a domestic or washerwoman.  We 
didn't have alot, but I always felt loved and cared for.  I saw how the 
other family's in my neighborhood lived and was always proud and 
grateful the good Lord saw fit to give me such fine parents.
      Jacilyn, (or Jackie) came from a family that had enough money, 
just not much love.  Her father was always a cool, aloof man, her mother 
a harpy.  There was a grass field surrounded by a dense forrest around 
the railroad tracks outside of town and it was there that we all 
gathered to do what kids do, playing baseball (or football) flying 
kites, having sandwhiches and playing "picnic".  Although we all knew 
our parents social boundries, in the field we all were just kids.  I 
noticed Jackie when she was about eight, (I was  eleven) a pretty, tiny 
child with short blonde hair, emerald eyes, creamy pale skin and an 
angelic face.  She was playing to one side with the other girls, 
something involving dolls and blankets, singing.  Naturally, I put my 
best foot forward, I flung a dirt clod into their midst, screaming 
"GRANADE!" and laughing as it blew apart, scattering dirt all about.  My 
buddies and I were laughing so hard, we didn't notice the petit girl 
stomp over.  My first clue was when her right foot connected with my 
testicles!
      That was the one summer we knew each other that we didn't get 
along.  I would fling dirt clods and water balloons, she would respond 
with sticks and well aimed kicks.  Kinda explains my childhood nick name 
of B.balls, doesn't it?  Anyway, the turning point was later that 
winter.  The snow back home gets REALLY deep.  She was from down south 
where they didn't have alot of snow, so things like snowmen and snow 
angels were new to her.  Also new to her was that smaller tree's would 
cover with snow and were a no-no to walk over.  I had seen her playing 
with us earlier, her pink winter jacket a mix with all the other girls 
rainbow of coats.  I was involved in an elaborate and lengthy snowball 
war.  For hours, we built forts, attacked, withdrew and attacked again. 
  As night began to fall, everyone started to drift off.  I started home 
when I heard a plaintiff cry.
      I looked around, thinking it might be a hurt cat or raccoon.  I 
followed the sound around here and there.  Then I spied the hole in the 
snow with just the top of the tree popping through.  I giggled, 
wondering who gged her for a few minutes.  She cried for a bit, then 
turned and kissed me on the cheek.  I was shocked, the only other time a 
girl had kissed me, it was her that winter night.  I just kinda stared 
at her for a minute trying to figure out what to do next.  (Yeah, like a 
12 year old was going to know.)  She giggled at my discomfort, hopped up 
and ran off to play.  I lay back and stared at the clouds.  Inside, my 
head was swirling.  I had hung out with the older guys a couple of 
times.  The oldest, Jeff was 15 and talked about "getting it" from his 
girlfriend Lisa.  At first, I didn't know what "getting it" was.  Jeff 
took care of that, in lurid detail.  I acted cool, but inside was 
feeling really weird.  Did guys really do that with girls?  It was like, 
I dunno, kinda gross sounding, especially where he said he kissed her. 
I had asked my parents about "it".  Mom shreiked, slapped my face and 
sent me to my bedroom.  As I left the room, I could see dad hiding a 
chuckle.  Later that night, he came in and we talked, you know, guy 
stuff.  He explained the mechanics, stripping, laying her back and doing 
"it", fucking, he called it.  To tell the truth, I was a little more 
confused after he left than ever.  O.k., so you took your clothes off, 
and "fucked" her.  How did you know she wanted to?  How did you let her 
know you wanted to?  What about touching and kissing her down there?  He 
said that "fucking" is how babies were made.  So if I fucked a girl, did 
that mean we had to get married?  How long did I have to wait to "fuck" 
  If babies were made from fucking, how did Jeff do it so many times and 
not have a half a dozen kids?  I had asked Fr. O'Leary a few of these 
questions, heck, he was a preist, he oughta know.  He just gave me a 
lecture and made me do a bunch of penance, saying I was too young to 
have such evil thoughts.  I tried, really tried, not to have evil 
thoughts, but here Jackie went and kissed me again, stirring something 
inside of me.
      I rolled on my stomach and watched the girls play.  Jackie, now 
10, was definately the prettiest, I thought.  But we were too young to 
get married, much less do "it".  As I watched her, I felt a stirring in 
my groin.  Now, I had stiffies before.  At 12, I had whacked off a 
couple of times, usually at night in my room.  But I hadn't ever figured 
out what was causing my boners.  Watching Jackie, I found myself getting 
one.  I groaned, this was nothing I wanted to have while in the field 
with all the other kids around.  I moved my hand down to try to position 
it so if I stood up, maybe no one would notice.  Once it was comfortably 
pointed up, I got up and started to serendipously move toward the trees, 
so I could get rid of it the only way I knew how, with my fist.  As I 
walked accross the feild, Jackie hopped up and ran over to me.  Vainly, 
I first tried to get away, then tried to hide my boner.  She laughed as 
she raced up to me, then stopped suddenly.  She clamped a hand over her 
mouth and started laughing.  Looking down, I could see my cock sticking 
out, making a tent in my shorts.  Embarassed, I lowered my head and ran 
home, trying to hold back hot tears.  Somewhere along the way, my 
hard-on softened and went away.

      Happily, she nevered mentioned it, at least not to me.  It took 
several days for me to gather up the courage to return to the field. 
When I did, I carefully avoided her, spending alot of time playing 
baseball or in the woods.  Toward the end of the summer, she manged to 
corner me and ask why I was mad at her.  I mumbled something, and her 
green eyes flaired.  "Look," she said angrily, "I like you.  I thought 
you were my friend.  But you've been mean to me all summer.  If you 
don't want to be my friend, just say so!"  Embarassed again, I hung my 
head and mumbled something about being busy.  She shook her head, 
"Hrrrumph, to busy for your girlfriend?"  I looked at her and saw tiny 
tears at the corner of her eyes.  "Jackie," I gulped, "I mean, I do like 
you and all, but I.. um,,well, I didn't know you liked me, ya know, like 
a girlfriend."  She got that impish grin again.  WAM! That well trained 
right foot caught me in the sensitive spot for the only time that 
summer.  As I lay on the ground she bent over whispering, "That's for 
being a big dope all summer.  Of coarse I like you!  And if you know 
what's good for you, you better like me too!"

      So that was it.  At 12, almost 13, I had me my first girlfriend. 
We hung out alot more and I learned how to kiss.  Nothing else, just 
kiss.  I made her a nice valentine on that holiday, she squealed with 
glee and kissed me infront of all the kids in the cafeteria.  I enjoyed 
walking her home from school and the field.  Ah heck, it was fun just 
hanging out with her doin' just nothing.  She got to go to summer camp 
the year she turned 12, that was one of the most tramatic two months of 
my life.  Truthfully, I was scared she'd meet some rich guy while she 
was there.  But on the last Friday before school started, there she was 
on my front step with a hug and a kiss.  A very hot kiss.  We went for a 
walk while she told me about camp, swimming, hiking, crafts and such. 
She also told me about a couple of guys who wanted her for a girlfriend, 
she pulled me around suddenly and kissed me again.  Looking into my 
eyes, she told me she was never tempted, that she had all the boyfriend 
right there in her arms, that she could ever want.
     We had wandered into the trees next to the field when she told me 
this.  We sank down on the lush grass growing under one tree, just 
holding each other, staring into each others eyes.  She tipped her head 
to one side and we joined our lips.  I had heard about something and 
wanted to try it.  I opened my mouth slightly and pushed my tounge 
against her mouth.  Her eyes popped open, surprised and questioning, 
then I felt her mouth open slightly.  I pushed my tounge in until it 
touched hers.  We rolled the tips against each other for a few moments, 
then broke our lip lock.  She got a funny look on her face and asked, 
"What was that?"  "Something the guys told me about, like it?"  She 
giggled and pressed her mouth to mine, thrusting her tounge into my 
mouth, rolling it around mine, probing in and out.  I was surprised, but 
that wore off quickly as I rolled my tounge against hers.  She was 
holding me tight as my hands ran up and down her back.  Our breathing 
deepened as our passion increased.  I felt my cock start to stiffen, but 
I didn't care.  Something had awoken in me and her I suppose.  I ran a 
hand forward a stroked her side, then forward and up.  Never mind that 
she was wearing a bra and t-shirt, I finally was rubbing my first tit. 
It wasn't much, she was still a tiny girl wit almost no tits, but I 
could make out the small bump under my hand.  I flexed and squeezed it, 
hearing her moan and her breathing deepen.  Our kiss broke again and she 
bored those green eyes deep into mine.
      I  reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and off.  She turned her 
head to one side and layed back.  I ran my hand along the warm skin and 
pushed her bra up, exposing her tits.  They were barely there, small 
mounds of flesh tipped with rose colored nips which stiffened slightly 
in the breeze.  I rubbed one nipple and pinched it, marveling at it's 
texture.  I lowered my mouth and puckered my lips on it, kissing and 
sucking it for a few minutes.  I ran my tounge accross her bony chest 
and repeated the procedure on her other nipple.  She was sighing and 
making small cooing noises as I licked and sucked her beautiful little 
tits, back and forth.  I moved my body between her legs, then slid my 
mouth to hers.  We began to kiss again as I dry humped my tiny 
girlfriend.  I kissed my way down her body again,  slathering and 
nibbling to her pants.  I started to unfasten them but she stopped me 
with a frantic "NO!"  Stopping, I looked up at her.  She shook her head 
and softly told me, "I love you dearly, Sean, but I'm not ready for 
that.  It'll always be just you and me and when I'm ready, I'll give 
myself to you fully.  I'm just not ready yet, my love."  She sat up and 
hugged me.  We sat there for a moment, then I told her, "I love you too, 
Jackie.  Um, but I gotta go take care of something."  Her eyes twinkled 
as she looked at me, "Oh, you got a stiffy?" she giggled, "I could feel 
it."  I was embarassed again, not as much as before, but still, there 
are somethings a guy doesn't want to tell a girl when he's only 14..
      She whispered in my ear, "Can I see it, pretty please."  I looked 
at her, the reached down and loosened my pants.  Her eyes bugged out as 
my cock popped out of my shorts.  About 5 inches long, with a purple 
head and a thick vein running up the bottom.  She let out a small "Oh" 
when it first came out, then just stared.  It felt odd, my cock felt hot 
as the cool breeze wafted around it.  She started to reach her hand out 
then stopped, "Can I touch it?" she asked.  "Oh, please do." I told her. 
  She touched it with a nervous finger, then pet it like you would a 
cat.  She kept this up for a few moments, then I showed her how to wrap 
her hand around it.  She tugged it too hard a couple of times, making me 
wince, to which she would appoligize.  She slowly stroked my cock with 
her soft, loving hand.  I groaned as she stroked it faster.  Having a 
new hand where only mine had been before was a deffinate turn on.  I 
felt hotter and huger then ever.  Within minutes, I felt a surge in my 
cock and fired my cream, catching Jackie in the chest.  She startled and 
amazingly, kept stroking, bringing more of my cream out.  I must admit, 
I have jerked myself to bigger orgasims, but this one was obviously 
special.  Spent, I lay back.  Jackie was wiping the goo from her tit. 
She brought it to her nose and sniffed.  She shrugged her shoulders and 
extended her tounge and tasted it.  "What are you doing?" I asked, 
surprised.  "The older girls told me about this stuff at camp." she 
replied, "And a few other things, when I'm ready.  Actually, this stuff 
isn't bad.  Want some?"  I shook my head.  "Suit yourself,"  she said as 
she cleaned my cum from her chest and swallowed it.  When she finished, 
she pulled her bra and shirt down and told me to walk her home.  I 
dressed and walked hand in hand with my girl to her house.

      This opened a new chapter to our relationship.  She didn't jack me 
everytime we got together, but she did enough.  Of coarse, in the 
winter, this became difficult for us.  I had turned fifteen in the fall 
and she gave me a memorable hand job in which she put her full lips on 
the head of my cock, catching and swallowing every drop!  After some 
urging, she let me reach down the front of her pants by Christmas, but 
outside of her panties only.  I felt the crinkly pubic hair that was 
growing on her plump cotton clad lips.  But never any further.  Alot of 
the problems were our parents.  My dad spent alot of time at home that 
winter, thanks to a broken leg he got one evening walking home from the 
bar.  And her folks didn't care much for me.  Mr. Walden would give me a 
stony stare when I brought her home and close the door in my face, never 
inviting me in.  Her mom was just as bad, smiling a fake, gritted teeth 
smile when she got to the door, acting social, but openly hostile eyes 
would glare at me.  Jackie confessed one night as I walked her home that 
her parents had told her she should find someone "More our kind of 
people."  I wasn't sure what she meant.  She stopped and held me as she 
explained.  Her folks didn't like their daughter going out with a poor 
Irish kid from the wrong side of the tracks.  Seems my family wasn't 
what they wanted for in-laws.  I ached to hear that until she kissed my 
nose and giggled, "Of coarse, I don't care what they say.  You are my 
man, everything I ever wanted.  And when the time comes, I'll walk down 
that aisle to you, with or without my fathers blessing."  I stared at 
her for a moment, then asked, "So, like, um, you want to get married?" 
"Not today, silly," she giggled, "Later, when we're old enough.  Of 
coarse, you have to propose first."  "Um, o.k." I stammered, "Wanna get 
married?"  She slapped me playfully, "Not like that, romanticly, on one 
knee."  I knealt there in the snow on one knee, thinking.  I placed my 
hands on her hips and looked in her eyes, "Jacilyn, I love you, I love 
you now and forever.  I want it to be you and me, forever, When we are 
old enough, would you marry me?"  She tipped her head to one side and 
smiled.  "O.k., forever, you and me.  Yes, I'll be your wife."  She 
lowered her face to mine and we kissed.

      1973, the year it all fell apart and our lives changed forever. 
Since Jakie and I got "engaged" the previous fall, I worked all sorts of 
odd jobs and errands to scrape up the money to buy her a special gift. 
It was a close thing, but a few days before christmas, I had saved 
enough to get her a simple ring.  Now, ninety-seven dollars may not seem 
alot to you, but to me, it was a fortune.  She and I met secretly in the 
vestibule of her church christmas eve and I gave it to her.  She inhaled 
sharply and wept as I got on one knee again and opened the gift box for 
her.  She was shaking so badly, I had to take it out and slip it on her 
finger.  She gripped me fiercly and gave me a deep, soulful kiss just 
inside her church!  Unfortunately, there wasn't time to spend together, 
as she had to get home and I had to be at St. Pauls to be an alterboy 
for midnight mass.  But that thin gold band sealed our fate.
       For the rest of the winter and spring, we never went more than a 
day without seeing each other.  Her parents still hated me and my folks 
were none to fond of Jakies folks either.  A coupla times, we pushed the 
rules, getting one or both of us grounded.  Ever reasourceful, we still 
managed to at least walk by the grounded partner's house, just so we 
could see each other.  Spring and summer brought us back to the woods at 
the edge of the field.  Jackie was always willing to at least neck, and 
would wear a dress when she wanted to pet heavily.  On a hot June day 
after school let out, we found ourselves under a flowering Hybiscus. 
She wore a short skirt and blouse.  Within minutes the blouse and bra 
were gone and we were stroking each other gently.  By now I had learned 
how to stroke her just so, until she would shudder and moan.  It scared 
me the first time until she explained that it was an orgasim.  Anyway, 
we lay there in the warm sunshine, my hands sliding up and down her 
smooth thighs while her hand massaged my cock.  For some reason, my 13 
year old girlfriend was hotter than usual, I had barely started to rub 
her legs when she started to moan.  As my hand came in contact with the 
gusset of her panties she flinched and let a low growl.  I was surprised 
that she was already wet.  Suddenly she let out a cry and lowered her 
mouth to my cock.  To my further surprise, she lowered her mouth until 
it was engulfing my whole penis!  Previously, she would only put the 
head in her mouth while her hand would stroke me.  Now, I had the whole 
of her hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my hard manhood, her tiny fist 
at the base stroking me in time with her mouth.  She was swirling her 
tounge around as she sucked and bobbed up and down.  I didn't last long 
under this new assault, within a few minutes, I groaned and started 
humping my cum into her mouth.  My hand was frigging the crotch of her 
panties furiously as she sucked me, stopping only when I released my 
load.  I felt like I shot a quart of fluid into my darlings mouth, which 
she struggled to swallow, dribbling a small amount out the corners of 
her pink lips.  Spent, I lay back as she moved her mouth and tounge 
around my groin, cleaning off the spilt seed.
      I finally caought my breath as she lay next to me.  I finally 
gasped out, "Wow!, What was that?"  She smiled and whispered in my ear, 
"Did you like it, lover?  I was at Janey's last night and her parents 
weren't home.  She knew where her daddy stored his dirty movies, so we 
pulled out the projector and watched one.  It was full of girls doing 
that to guys.  It made me so hot, so I knew I had to try it on you. 
I've been so squishy and hot all day thinking about doing this for you." 
  As always, with me having shot in her mouth, she wouldn't let me kiss 
her, so I settled for licking her delightfully small breasts.  I moved 
my hand down to her wet panties and massaged her wet box.  She responded 
by moaning and writhing abit.  Feeling a bit daring, I slid a finger 
just inside the legband of her panties.  She didn't stop me, so I slid 
further in, feeling for the first time her unclad sex.  She had a light 
covering of hair that was soaking wet.  I ran a finger through her slit, 
which made her moan harder.  After several trips up and down the 
entrance, I slid a finger into her tight hole.  She made a grumpfing 
noise as I pushed it into her tight hole, stopping when I felt a 
barrier.  Thinking of how she jacked me to an orgasim, I began to run my 
finger in and out of her, moving up from time to time to frig her tiny 
clit.  She started grunting gutterly and gasping as my finger ran 
through her, faster and faster.  Suddenly, her hole seemed to grasp my 
finger in a vise and she let out a scream as she came, like I had never 
seen her cum before.  Her body thrashed and bucked, hands gripping and 
squeezing her tits, her belly rippling as wave after wave of spasms ran 
through her.  It took some effort to move my finger in her now.  With a 
final cry, she arched her body, then collapsed, breathing hard.  We 
layed there for several minutes while she caught her breath, then 
started to laugh.  "Um, that's not exactly like she did on the movie, 
but awfully close," she chortled.  "What else did you learn on that 
movie.  She pulled me close, kissing me, then responded fiercely, 
"You'll have to wait until I get back from summer camp for that!"



      We didn't get much of a chance to get together before she left for 
camp.  Since I was fifteen, I could now go to the berry fields and earn 
some money.  Plus her bitch mother had Jackie running here and there on 
all sorts of activities.  We did get together briefly a few times, but 
never had time for a little kissing and touching.  Many of the 
activities her mom had her going to were attended by "proper" boys, 
which always made her giggle when she told me about them.  Most were her 
age and couldn't work up the nerve to hold her hand, much less play with 
her pussy.  Sadly, we had agreed to get together to "play" the night 
before she left for camp, but instead, her parents had drug her off to a 
dinner and dance at their club.  I waited for hours, but she nevered showed.

      I threw myself into the berry picking.  Since I would be sixteen 
next fall, I had set a goal of buying a car.  That way, I figured, 
Jackie and I would be able to get away and spend more time together. 
Since she was gone to camp, I had plenty of time.  Nearly every day, 
happily, I recieved a letter from my love.  They were filled with 
discriptions of her activities.  They also contained some hot, lusty 
descriptions of what we would do with each other when she returned.  One 
letter would have her sucking me for hours, the next, me fingering her 
to an explosive orgasim.  I would lay in my bed each night, reading to 
thomes sent from the girl of my dreams.  Life was hard without her, but 
the promise of her return was the light at the end of the dark tunnel 
that my life had become.

      Finally came the day that she would return!  I was a wreck all 
morning, showering twice and having trouble deciding what to wear.  I 
felt it was a special occaision, so I even shaved and splashed on a bit 
of Dads aftershave (which stung where I had nicked myself.).  Dad and 
mom found the whole scene funny, "Looks like yer gettin' all hussied up 
for someone special boy," laughed my old man, "Got some pretty young 
girl awaitin' ye, eh?"  I burned with a little embarassment from his 
jokes.  Of coarse they knew that today was the day Jacilyn was returning 
home, why he had to give me a hard time about my "little girly friend" 
was beyond me.  I fled the house to get away from the laughter.

      We had agreed to meet under the old Hyciantha tree after supper. 
I was early, so I wandered about the summer woods, thinking about the 
tiny blonde girl I loved.  When I figured the time was about right, I 
returned to the tree, sat and waited. And waited. And waited.

      Long after the sun had gone down, my eyes burned with tears, 
realizing she wasn't going to show.  How long I sat there crying, I 
don't know for sure.  But finally, I reluctantly accepted the truth and 
rose to leave.  I heard a twig snap and spun around.  She stood there, 
her golden hair reflecting the moonlight as an angels halo.  I noticed 
she had let it grow out and it's natural curl was pronouncing itself. 
Her translucent skin was finer than the alabaster I had seen last year 
in the museum of natural history.  She was wearing a white summer dress, 
tied with a green sash that matched the emerald of her eyes, eyes that 
were rimmed red with tears.  I opened my arms and my thirteen year old 
muse flew into my arms, sobbing in my chest.  We held each other for the 
longest time, feeling our hearts beat as one.  She pulled back abit, 
still weeping.  I was too.
      "Oh Sean, my love," she sniffed, "My father made me stay to meet 
with some realitives who had come by.  I'm so sorry you had to wait so 
long.  My dearest, dearest Sean, god how I've missed you."  I pulled her 
to me again, never wanting to let go of her, then nuzzled my mouth down 
to her full lips.  Wantonly, our mouths opened, tounges entwining, 
writhing together like a basket of serpants.  My hands slid up and down 
her back as we kissed.  Then she broke the embrace and stepped back.

      "Sean, my love, I've thought about this moment since the last time 
we were under this tree," she said, "All summer, my dreams were tortured 
by being away from you.  I love you, dearest and want to be with you 
forever."  With that, her hands moved up to the straps of her dress and 
pushed the down.  Her summer dress fell in a pool at her feet.  She 
hadn't worn any underwear.  She stood the like the goddess Athena in the 
moonlight, her tiny breast tipped with pink nipples glowing softly.  I 
stood there, enchanted, as she moved to me and unbottoned my shirt, 
breathing in the smell of the musk I was wearing, kissing and licking at 
my nipples.  She kissed her way down accross my stomache and unfastened 
my jeans, pulling them and my shorts down together.  She knelt at my 
feet and pulled off my shoes.  She moved back up to my groin and gently 
sucked on my cock for a moment, then pushed me back onto the cool summer 
grass under that old tree.  She finished stripping me, the layed her 
lithe body accross mine, her breasted pressing into my chest, her 
immature pussy against my engorging manhood.  We rolled our tounges 
together, savoring the taste of each other.  She then rolled off of me, 
pulling me along until I lay accross her, her slender legs opening as we 
moved.  I could see a look in her eyes, a hungry look.  She lay there, 
supine and open.  I carefully positioned my hard cock into her little 
opening.  She gasped as the head slowly penetrated the petals of her 
flower, sinking slowly into the entance.  She looked anxiously as I 
pressed deeper into her slowly, instictively slowly, until I felt the 
barrier of her childhood.  Her eyes peered into mine, her lower lip in 
her pearly white teeth as we lay there, joined as we never had been 
before, but not as joined as we soon would be.  She nodded slightly, and 
I continued to press forward, feeling her hyman stretch and stretch. 
Her eyes clentched shut as I worked deeper into her.  Suddenly, her eyes 
opened wide and she shrieked as I felt the thin flesh part and my cock 
burried itself fully inside her until our pubic hairs were touching. 
She wrapped her legs around my waist and held me still as her freshly 
opened hole stretched to fit my cock.  She was gasping and sobbing now, 
tears welling from the corners of her eyes.  I held my lover tightly, 
licking away her tears and gently kissing her until the pain faded. 
(That was one thing Jeff had told the truth about, I suppose, he had 
said there was no way to avoid hurting a girl her first time)  We lay 
there that way until she loosened her leg lock on me and planted her 
feet on the grass.  She initiated the action by humping her body slowly, 
and so I started to move my cock inside her velvety love tunnel.  The 
tight walls seemed to massage the sides of cock as I slid in and out of 
my love.  Her own natural juices flowed and lubricated the friction away 
the longer we moved together.  After all these years, I can still 
remember how tight my womans pussy was that first night.  I could tell 
by her breathing she was rapidly approaching her orgasim as was I.  I've 
heard that very often a boy getting his first lay will often 
pre-maturely ejactulate, I'm proud to say that didn't happen to me. (I 
suppose whacking off everyday to the mental image of Jackie gave me 
extra staying power)  Soon, she was jerking and thrashing as she entered 
the throu's of her cumming.  I gritted my teeth and fucked her as hard 
as I could, trying to reach were she was now at.  Before I could, she 
cried out and shrieked "OOooh, OH GOD, ooOOOH, Oooh GOD I"M 
CUMMMMMMMMMMMING!" as her violent orgasim hit.  That was it!  I felt a 
roar in my ears as I released into my lover, filling with load after 
load into her undulating body, feeling the hot cream shoot from me and 
spray inside of her womb.  I lost awareness of everything around us, 
seeing, hearing, smelling and feeling only my Jacilyn under me, joined 
with me, inside of her, wrapping about me.  I'm sure I must have cried 
out myself.
      Finally, I collapsed on her, spent.  Our mouths found each other 
and we hungrily kissed as only lovers can.  I felt my cock softening and 
retreating from her love tunnel, exiting with a slight pop.  My love, my 
Jacilyn started to cry again, softly.  "Oh, Sean, thank you, thank you, 
you've given me all I could ever want, my love..." she babbled over and 
over.
      Then her tears openly flowed and she turned her head away. 
Kissing her gently, I asked her what was wrong.  Sniffing, she replied, 
"Oh, Sean, I'm not returning to the public school.  My parents have 
enrolled me in a private school accross town.  I hate them, I hate them! 
They're doing this just to keep us apart."  She burried her face into my 
shoulder.  I rolled to one side and held Jacilyn while she cried herself 
out.  I placed my hand under her chin and turned her face to me, 
"Dearest," I told her gently, "They can't keep us apart forever. 
Somehow, we'll find a way to be together.  I've started to save money to 
buy a car so next year we can come and go as we please.  Don't fret, 
Jackie, we'll find a way to be together."

      Niether of us understood just how true those words were.

      I would enjoy nothing more than to give you a happily ever after 
story at this point.  But sad to say, the story just starts, more or 
less at this point.  As brave as our words were, we had little time to 
be together.  Jackie had to rise early to catch her ride to school and 
rode home with her father, getting home about supper time.  Her new 
school was very difficult, acidemically, so she had to spend a great 
deal of time studying.  I had gotten sort of a job at St. Martins, 
learning to do handy man work with the janitor.  Father O'Leary had 
taken a liking to me over the years and had heard I was saving money to 
buy a car next year, so he was only to glad to help.  Because I was 
underage, he held my money in the bank for me, this also kept it from my 
parents, agreeing to give it to me when I went to get the car.  The work 
wasn't too hard and I was learning lots.  The downside is it took alot 
of my time on saturdays and of coarse, sunday was church.  Jackilyn and 
I were able to see each other, though, the same way we had when we were 
younger, by me standing outside her window after dark.  Strangely, 
though, there seemed to be something on her mind.

      The phone rang late one friday night.  I was home alone, my 
parents, brothers and sisters had gone to visit some friends.  Since I 
had to work in the morning, I had stayed home to catch up on my homework 
and get some sleep.  It was six weeks since Jackilyn and I had met in 
the woods.
     "Sean?" asked the familiar voice.  "JACKIE!" I exclaimed, "How are 
you, my love?"  She sighed, "I'm late."  My hearty fell, trying to grasp 
what she had just said.  "Are you there?" she asked, "I said I'm late." 
  "You mean..." I asked in a quivering voice.  It wasn't supposed to 
happen the first time, Jeff had said so!  She sobbed, "I think I'm 
p-p-pr-preg-pregnant."  I was in shock, now what do we do?  "Sean?" she 
asked, "Did you hear?"  "Yes, Jackie, are you sure?" I asked.  "Uh-huh," 
she replied in a quivering voice, "I've been pretty regular since I was 
eleven.  I haven't had one since that night.  I looked it up in the 
library and I'm pretty sure.  Oh God, Sean, what am I going to do?" 
"Shhh sweetheart," I tried to calm her, "You mean what are we going to 
do.  I told you I love you and would be with you forever, remember?" 
She wailed, "No Sean!  My dad will kill you if he finds out it's you! 
Then he'll kill me!  Or maybe he'll kill me first, then kill you..." 
She was babbling uncontroled again.  "Look, we've got to take you to the 
free clinic on Ash Street," I told her, "They can find out for sure." 
"It's too late," she sobbed, "Momma took me to the doctor Thursday 
because I've been sick already in the morning.  They'll call her 
tommorrow and daddy will kill me!"  "He's not going to kill you," I told 
her, "Look, sneak out tommorow, we can run away and figure out what to 
do.  Father O'Leary owes me some money an I've saved up some.  We'll go 
away and take care of our baby!"  "You don't get it, you don't 
understand," she wept, "Look, I'll call you tommorow in the afternoon, 
o.k.?  Please Sean, I promise I'll call you tommorow."  Before I could 
answear, she hung up the phone.  I tried caliing back imediately and 
several times over the next couple of hours, but the phone line was 
busy.  I went to bed and tried to sleep, but my head was spinning 
around.  My dad had told me I would find the right girl some day and 
then I would learn all I wanted to about sex.  Well, I had found her, 
but now I knew more about it than I had planned.  What were we going to 
do?  I was pretty sure Mr. Walden wouldn't kill me, I mean, they're 
Episcopalian and I think it's a cardinal sin for them to kill, just like 
us Catholics.  Not to mention, it was against the law.  But how could I 
support Jackie and a baby?  It was all I could do to save to but a car. 
  Then a thought hit me between the eyes.  She was only 13.  They threw 
guys in jail for having sex with underage girls.  I had heard about 
that.  Was I going to go to prison, not to get out and marry Jackie 
until we were both old and gray?  I think I managed a little sleep that 
night, but not much.
      I got up saturday night and went to work at the church.  Old 
Shamus was there already, glaring balefully at the clock.  "Yer a half 
hour late, laddie," he drawled in his thick brouge, "Sure and it isn't a 
good way to start the day late, means yer day gets over late."  He 
guffawed over his own joke and we went to work.  Well, he went to work, 
my mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out what to do.  He admonished 
me several times, warning me to mind my work.  I'd promise to, but then 
drift off again.  Finally, we stopped for dinner.  He sat heavily on the 
ground next to me and eyed me carefully.  Och, lad, tis a sad thing," he 
drawled, "I'm sure as my name is Shamus McManus the lawn will survive 
your crooked cutting, but I'm afraid the gardinias will be pushin' up 
daiseys the way ye brutilized them.  The idea lad is to pull the weeds 
and leave the flowers!"  He sighed heavily, "Tis only one thing I know 
drives a lad your age to such distraction.  So what is her name?" 
"Jacilyn," I choked out.  "That pretty lass livin' over yonder?"  To 
Shamus, anything on the west side of town was yonder.  "Ah, laddie, 
she's a looker, that's for sure"  he sighed again, "But I think ye be 
best settin' yer sights elsewhere.  Her kinds not for the likes of you." 
  He said it kindly, but his meaning was clear.  And too late.  "Ah, 
Shamus," I liked to try and immitate his accent, "Tis a further thing 
than that.  It's serious and that's for sure."  (He always laughed at my 
attempts at a good brouge, but I think it secretly pleased him.)  We 
turned as the door to the shed opened behind us.  It was Father O'Leary 
and he had a grave look on his face.  He looked sadly at me and spoke. 
"My son, would you be coming with me, that's the lad."  I hurried to my 
feet and followed him out.  I couldn't be sure, but in my gut, I felt he 
knew what was going on.  He led me into the rectory.  There in his 
office, two policemen waited.  As they handcuffed me and led me away, 
Father O'Leary called out, "Your dear parents and I will meet you at the 
police station, my son.  Go with god."  I could hear him chanting a 
Latin blessing as the coppers loaded me into their car.

      They took me into the cop-shop and locked me in a room.  After a 
half  hour, the door ratled and in came my parents, followed by some 
copper in a rumpled suit.  "Sean!" said my father angrily, "What in the 
hell is going on?  Do ye know how embarrassin' it tis to have to come 
down here over ye?  So what's it all about, boy?"  I looked to the cop, 
then down to the floor.  I heard the cop say, "Mr. McClanahan, Sean here 
is accused of getting an underage girl pregnant."  My heart sank.  Wham! 
  I found myself on the floor, my father standing over me.  I looked at 
him, amazed.  In all my years, he had never punched me.  He drew his 
fist back again, then seemed to deflate as the cop hollared at him to 
stop.  My jaw throbbed as dad stood there.  Mama had collapsed in a 
chair, weeping.  "Oh, Sean, what have ye done?" moaned my father.  The 
cop, seeing, my father wasn't going to hit me again, left us in the 
room.  Dad, collapsed in a chair.  I sat there, huddled on the floor.

      After a spell, a cop came and led us to another, bigger room.  As 
we entered, first person I saw was Mr. Walden.  Lucky for me, there were 
plenty of cops around, because he tried to rush me, his fists raised to 
strike me.  I huddles back behind my dad, but he would have none of 
that.  He pushed me roughly away.  The coppers stopped Mr.Walden,(THREE 
of them!) and had us all sit, the McClanahan's on one side, the Waldens 
on the other.  My heart lept as I saw my love sitting in a chair.  I 
yearnd to rush accross the room to hold her.  She was sitting hunched 
over in a chair, weeping quietly, a large welt accross her face.  Mrs. 
Walden sat a few inches away, stone faced.  So there we sat, two 
families and a half a dozen coppers, looking at each other.

      I resisted the urge to fidget.  We didn't wait long.  The door 
opened again and in came Judge Martin, Father O'leary and a gentleman I 
didn't know.  He wore a clerical collar, but wasn't a priest, his 
clothes were subdued blue, not black.  Judge Martin introduced him as 
Reverand Klerk, the minister at the Waldens church.  Judge Martin 
started off stating, "Well, we have ourselves quite a situation here.  A 
young girl pregnant and a young man accused of being the father.  What's 
to do, then"  Mr.Walden lept to his feet, "I'll tell you what to do," He 
thundered, "You take that Mick bastard and through him in the State pen 
until he rots for raping my daughter!"  He pointed a finger as large as 
a sausage at me, shaking.  My father had lept to his feet and the 
insult, yelling, "Who are ye calling a bastard, ye Kraut cocksucker!" 
The two men yelled at each other as the cops jumped between them, while 
the judge and the two ministers hollared for quiet.  Finally, our dads 
sat, still yipping at each other.  Judge Martin raised a hand, "One more 
interruption like that and I'll throw he lot of you in a cell until you 
cool off!  We're here to get to the bottom of this calmly like civilized 
men, not a rabble!"  He looked to me, "Now, Sean, do you know Miss 
Walden here?"  I nodded.  "And do you know she is pregnant?"  Again I 
nodded.  "Do you know who the father is, son?"  Again I nodded and 
croaked out, "Tis me, your honor."  Mr. Walden lept to his feet, "There! 
your Honor, he admits to raping my daughter!  Now throw him in jail!" 
The judge glared at him and he sullenly sat.
      A small voice said, "It wasn't rape"  We all looked at Jacilyn. 
She raised her tear stained face, "It wasn't rape.  I went to Sean and 
stripped.  He and I made love in the woods."  Slap!  Her mother glared 
at her daughter, her hand raised to strike her again, "Shut up, you have 
no idea about love!"  The judge roared, "There will be none of that. 
Mrs. Walden!  I warn you, one more outburst like that and I will jail 
someone, understand?"  The bitter woman glared at me as she nodded.
      "So what's to do then," repeated the judge.  "Sean, do you realize 
the seriousness of the situation?"  Again I nodded.  "Miss Walden, do 
you understand the seriousness?"  Jacilyn  nodded as well.  "So what we 
have is two youths admitting an illicet and ill-advised affair.  Miss 
Walden, what do you want to do, in regards to the child?."  Jackie 
swallowed, "I want to have my baby."  "Here now, there be none of that!" 
said Mr. Walden, "We're taken her over to St. Paul to have this taken 
care of."  The room errupted again, Jacilyn crying out, the Waldens and 
my parents raising their voices at each other, the ministers objecting. 
  I even got into it, angrily yelling at Mr. Walden that he wasn't going 
to murder my child.  "QUIET!" bellowed the judge.  The room fell silent. 
  Then Reverand Kluge spoke up.  "Thomas," he said gently, "If you do 
that, you place Jacilyn's and your own soul in mortal danger.  I'm sure 
we can find other options."  He nodded at Fr. O'Leary, who cleared his 
throat, "Hm, ah, yes, the Church has had such occurances sadly too 
often.  We have a facility where the girls can be sent, for a small fee, 
where they can be sequestered until after the blessed event, recieving 
medical and educational care and spiritual healing.  It also offers an 
excellent adoption record."  Jacilyn and I both lept to our feet, crying 
out, "NO!"  She was crying that no one was going to take her baby, I 
wasn't crying, but there was no way they were going to take my child 
away and give it to someone else!
      Judge Martin motioned for us to be quiet.  "Children, we are 
trying to make an adult decision here.  I think the two of you have done 
quite enough, now it's time for us to decide what would be best for 
everyone involved, including the unborn baby."  "What about what Jackie 
and I want, your honor," I asked angrily, "Everyone is telling us what 
we should and will do, what about what we want?  Don't we have any say?" 
  "Son", Judge Martin said gently, "She's not old enough to be making 
this type of decision and fortunately for you, your not sixteen yet, so 
you can't be charged with an adult crime.  So we have to decide what's 
best."  Father O'Leary spoke next, "Sean, the church has experiance in 
these matters.  Let us decide what is best."   I shook my head, "None of 
you get it.  Jackie and I did what we did because we love each other. 
When we're old enough, we plan to get married.  If I could, I'd marry 
her right now!"  The judge got an odd look on his face, "Now, there's an 
option we haven't thought of." he said pensivly.
      Mr. Walden spoke up, "Surely you jest.  Look at him.  He's a 
worthless good for nothing.  He can't support a wife and child."  Father 
O"Leary looked at me, then spoke up,"Your honor, young Sean has been 
working for me for sometime now at the church, saving for a car.  Along 
with some other work he has done, I know he's managed to put together a 
bit of a nest egg.  I can vouch that he is a studious and hard working 
young lad.  I also know of a faciltiy in the township of Barrow who are 
looking for a handyman.  With a word to the bishop, I could probably 
arrange employment and housing."
      The judge stared at the ceiling for a moment.  "Well," he said, 
"That is an option.  Legally, we can marry them with parental consent. 
But they'd have to stay here until the boy reaches sixteen and is 
considered an adult, so he can work legally."  He looked at me, "Do you 
understand, young man and are you sure?"  I swallowed and nodded.  He 
looked at Jacilyn, "And how about you, young lady, is this viable to 
you?"  She burst out, "Yes your honor, oh yes!"  He looked to my 
parents.  Momma was weeping, dad just staring at me.  "Oh, laddie," he 
said in a husky voice, "Why couldn't ye just have waited a few more 
years?"  He turned to the judge and nodded.  He turned to the Waldens. 
Mrs Walden glared daggers with her eyes at me and nodded.  Mr. Walden 
stood, "I have no idea what your talking about." he said firmly.  He 
looked at Jacilyn, "I have no daughter."  He stormed from the room.

      It was all over faster than I imagined, just slightly over two 
hours.  The first order of business was the "Parent/Gaurdian Permission 
for a minor (Under 16 years of age) to Enter into the legal state of 
Matrimony" and the "Declaration of Emancipation for a person less than 
18 years of age".  Jackilyn's mother silently and furiously signed both 
without a comment and left with Reverand Kluge, who was to collect 
Jackilyns belongings.  My own parents read the documents carefully.  My 
father moved the pen over the page and hesitated.  He looked at me and 
asked quietly, "Are ye sure, Sean-laddy?"  I looked into the angelic 
face of my wife to be and nodded.  He sighed and signed both documents. 
  He and mother then went to collect my belongings.  Father O'Leary had 
left to prepare a place in the church rectory for Jackie and I to stay, 
until he could arrange for us to move to Barrow.  Mrs. Hopkins, the city 
clerk, filed the papers, then took my Jackie away to "Prepare her for 
the wedding."  I spent a nervous hour in the hall of the courthouse, 
wanting to vomit, wanting to wake from the nightmare my life had 
suddenly become, wanting to run back to the field by the tracks and be 
10 years old again.  Don't get me wrong, I was exhilerated at the 
prospect of spending the rest of my life with Jackie, it just wasn't 
until that moment that I realised just how long that was going to be. 
 From now on, I was going to be reasponcible not just for me, but for 
Jackie, my wife and our child.  No longer would I be able to spend idle 
hours staring at the clouds with no more care than whether I wanted to 
play ball or just soak up the sun.  My greatest fear really was, though, 
that I would be a failure like my dad, never rising above the status I 
now occupied, never being able to give Jackie and our child the life 
they deserved, certainly better than what I had.  I found myself praying 
over and over, "Dear God, please don't let me fuck this one up."

      I stood in front of the bench in the courtroom, with Reverand 
Kluge and Father O'Leary.  Since the wedding was a rush affair, we all 
had decided a simple cival affair would be best, with Rev. Kluge and Fr. 
O'Leary blessing us afterwards.  As Fr. O'Leary pointed out, we would 
have plenty of time to come back later for a proper church wedding.  My 
parents sat in the first row, dad weaving slightly.  I suppose he had 
stopped and had a couple.  Mrs. Hopkins came in with a tape recorder 
that played a wedding march.  The door opened and Jackie walked slowly 
to me, alone.  For such a short time, Mrs Hopkins had done a nice job 
getting her ready for her wedding.   Jackilyn was wearing a pale shift 
tied with a blue sash about her tiny waist.  Her hair was tied up in a 
bun, with tiny flowers and a small lace veil.  She was caring a small 
bouquet of pansies picked from the courthouse garden.  She took my hand 
and smiled nervously.  I honestly don't remember most of the ceromony, 
but I will always remember the oath I swore to and try to follow to this 
day: I, Sean Patrick St. Michael McClanahan do swear and affirm to take 
this woman, Jackilyn Louise Weldon, as my lawfully wedded wife, to have 
and to hold, for better, for worse, in wealth and in poverty, in 
sickness and in health.  I promise to love and honor her from this day 
forward to the end of my days, foresaking all others, until death do us 
part.


      I awoke with a start.  Was it just a dream?  I felt a warmth next 
to me and rolled toward it.  My lovely wife, Jackie, lay sleeping the 
dream of the innocent, long eyelashes fluttering, air hissing in and out 
of her nose with a slight whistle.  I leaned down kissed her lightly on 
the cheek, then started my day by racing accross our one room house to 
stoke the fire, so it would be warm when she awoke.  I had awoken every 
morning the same way the last two months since our hurried wedding, 
wondering if it was some bad dream or real.  I always awoke to find it 
wasn't a nightmare, she was always there.
      We had moved here to Barrow two weeks after the wedding.  Although 
I was still a little short of sixteen, Fr. O'Leary explained that 
sometimes the rules needed to be stretched to do whats right.  We lived 
on the edge of Saint Therea's convent, in a snug little stone cabin by 
the back gate.  I'm sure it was much like my ancestors had lived in the 
peat bogs of old Ireland.   We had both fallen in love with the campus 
that was to be our home.  Set on an alpine shelf, we had towering peaks 
all about us, with the village a mile or two below.  The main hall was 
largely constructed of native stone and wood, the remainder of the 
building were of various materials.  A low stone wall surrounded the 
whole of the facility with the support staff (of which I was part of) 
lived in cabins outside the wall or in town.  There was a prize winning 
vineyard set on the slope of the ajoining moutain, the sisters ran a 
small winery to help offset their expenses.  Some of the sisters were 
registered nurses, supporting the clinic in town.  Others were teachers 
in the private school adjacent to the campus.  The main chapel also 
served as the main catholic church for the local parisioners.

      The real reason, however, for the main hall and stone wall was 
that St. Therea's was that it was the local hospice for unwed teen girls 
who were pregnant.  It was, in fact, the facility Fr. O'Leary had 
originally purposed  for Jackie.

     The coals from last nights fire were stoked.  I lay some tinder and 
a few small pieces of wood to start the warming fire, then hopped 
accross the cold flagstone floor.  (Part of my next paycheck must be 
used to purchse some rugs!)  I plugged in the electric tea-pot that was 
one of the few wedding gifts we recieved, this from my old friend from 
St.Martins, Shamus.  He had handed it to me the night before we left 
with the advice, "Some say a cup of coffee is th' way to start yer morn. 
  I tell ye laddie, coffee tis nothing but hot water seeped with color 
an' bitter.  Now a good Irishman will always start his morn with a fine 
cuppa, a splash o' milk and a dollop of honey.  The tea will awake ye 
and stick te yer ribs.  Never forget that, Lad."  Of all the people in 
our old home, he was the only one who wasn't scandlized by our marring 
so young.  "T'was the day in the old country," he reminace, "That a girl 
was considered a spinster if'n she wasn't married off an' clutched by 
fourteen.  A family was always the insurance of an Irishman to a 
comfortable old age." (He had to tell me what clutched was, it means 
pregnant.)  He would visit us nightly in our small room in the rectory 
while we were there, talking with us, being a friend.  I miss our first 
family friend.

      The pot would quickly whistle and I would dutifully make my first 
"cuppa" of the morning.  It took a little getting used to, but it 
quickly became as much a part of the morning as stoking the fire. 
Sipping from the mug, I hopped accross the cold floor and add some 
bigger logs to the fire, then sit in a chair next to the woodstove as 
the room warmed.

      We had arrived early in the afternoon.  Fr. O'Leary unloaded our 
meager posessions as Jackie and I gawked at our new home. He escorted us 
to the main hall as some acolytes (nuns in training)  moved our stuff 
into our house.  I was surprised to see a group of obviously pregnant 
girls walking accross the coartyard.  We were met at the door by the 
imposing figure of the Mother Supirior, Sister Maria Ann.  She stood 
there, hands on hips, studying us.  She beckoned to Fr. O'Leary to one 
side and we heard them whispering heatedly.  Both were adimit about 
something, finally Fr. O'Leary ended the conversation with a firm, "The 
bishop has authorised it.  Are you going to question his holy order?" 
Sister Maria stepped back, then turned and beckoned to us.  We entered 
her office to one side and were seated in front of her large oak desk. 
I noticed she didn't offer Fr. O'Leary a chair.  She sat, folded her 
hands on the desk and peered at us over her wire rimmed glasses.
      "I will have you know that I am most opposed to your presence 
here", she stated, "But in light of the Bishops order, I welcome you to 
St. Theresa's convent.  I must admit, I am surprised and pleased at your 
commitment to each other, inspite of your ages.  So we understand each 
other completely, while you live here, you will follow our covenet like 
all our other staff with a few exceptions.  Young lady, I understand you 
are with child, how far along are you?"  "Um, two and a half months, 
Ma'm." stuttered my young wife.  "The proper way to address me is as 
"Mother Supirior" young lady.  I see you are Episcopalian, so I will 
over look that this time."  Sister Maria said sternly.  The she softened 
her voice, "Child, have you been examined by a doctor since conception?" 
  Jackie shook her head slowly, "No Mother Supirior, not since my fam... 
the doctor back ho...well, not since I found I was pregnant."  The tall 
sister stood and moved to my wifes side, placed her hand lightly on 
Jackie's cheeck and spoke softly, "Child, you have been doublely blessed 
by our Lord, first to been given the gift of a child and to be given a 
young man who will stand beside you.  Don't judge me too harshly, we 
have a great deal experiance with pregnant young girls here and will 
afford you and your child the finest care we can."  Jakie smiled her 
loveliest smile at the woman and to my surprise, the old woman smiled 
back.  She returned behind the desk and reassumed her stern vistage.
      She continued, "As members of the support staff, you will be 
asigned certain duties and responcibilities.  Jackilyn, due to your age, 
you will be required to attend regular High School classes at our school 
in town, until such time as the dodtor decides it is time that it would 
be unwise for you to continue.  At that time, you will attend the 
extension classes her in the main building until your child is born.  We 
will require at least a "B" average from you, any less will result in 
evening classes until you reach the minimum we demand.  You will also 
work in the kitchen for at least 8 hours a week, as long as you are able."
      She turned her sharp eyes to me. "Sean Michael, yours will be the 
strictest rules.  As head of your house hold, we demand at least sixty 
hours a week from you, of which twenty will be continuing your studies. 
  Again, I demand no less than a "B" grade.  The remaining hours will be 
spent assisting our handyman, Hoke, in his duties.  He is getting on in 
years and was recently widdowed.  I expect him to be able to work only 
another year or two, so I would hope you learn well form him and will be 
willing to take over when he retires.  You will be on call at all times, 
should we need you.  Addtional rules are that at no time are you to be 
alone with any woman here, save your wife, unless there are three 
present or acolyte is present.  Understand?"  I nodded.
      She regarded us both, "I understand that you are newlyweds.  As 
such, I ask you both excercise good judgement.  Any, ah, marital 
activities shall be confined to your house, understood?  This includes 
excessive public displays of affection."  We both nodded.
"You are invited to share our meager meals with us.  The schedual is 
posted in the dining area.  Jackilyn, can you cook?"  Jackie shook her 
head.  Sister Maria shook her head sadly.  "I shall ask Sister Ignatia 
to instruct you in those arts then.  She is our head cook and quite 
skilled.  I belive it will benifit your marriage to dine alone from time 
to time.  You will both earn $5.00 an hour while working, from which 
your rent and utilities will be deducted.  The remainder will be 
accredited to a savings account in the town bank.  I will issue you a 
weekly allowance from that account to you for household needs and 
frivoloities as I feel are needed until Sean reaches his majority.  I 
understand you brought some funds along?"  I nodded and passed her the 
cashiers cheque for $758.37, our whole life's savings.  Her eyes widened 
slightly at our nest egg.  "Quite a handsome sum for such a young man," 
she noted.  I cleared my dry throat, "Um, Mother Supirior, we were 
saving to buy a car."  She shook her head firmly, "No, young man.  God 
gave you two perfectly good legs to get about with.  Otherwise, you may 
ask to borrow our car or truck, within reason, until you reach your 
maturity.  Understand?"  I nodded, a bit sadly.
       "Then this interveiw is at a close.  Father O'Leary?"  Sister 
Maria knelt at his feet, I motioned to Jackie and we both followed suit. 
  Father O'Leary spoke some latin, blessing all of us.  Smiling, he 
helped Jackie and I to our feet and wished us both good fortune.  He 
nodded to Sister Maria and left.  Sister Maria stood and rang a small 
bell.  An acolyte appeared, "Take these young people to their new home 
in the gable house," she instructed.  The acolyte nodded and beckoned to 
us both.


      I heard a stirring from our bed.  Jackie sat up, rubbing her eyes, 
shivering in the cold air.  I stood and steeped her a cuppa and sat on 
the bed next to her.  She piled our pillows and sat back on them, 
sipping her tea.  "Good morning Mrs. McClanahan."  I started the morning 
ritual.  "Good morn' ta ye, Mr. McClanahan." she greeted me, mimicing my 
occaisional brouge.  We tapped our cups together and giggled, sipping 
our tea.  I leaned over and kissed my young bride, my hand on her 
delicate thigh.  She was wearing a regular pair of  green striped 
pajama, which she found both warmer and more comfortable (especiallly in 
the cold morning air)  I rubbed the flannel up and down her leg softly 
while kissing her lovely mouth.  We parted and sipped our tea, then she 
took aour cups and set them on the night stand.  Suddenly, she grabbed 
me and kissed me deeply, her tounge snaking into my mouth.  We parted, 
both breathing heavily.  "WOW," I exclaimed, "What brought that on?" 
She giggled, "I saw the doctor last week.  I asked him about sex while 
we're preggers, he said it was safe as long as I was comfortable or my 
7th month."  she smiled wickedly at me, "In fact, he said my pregnancy 
may produce some, ah, interesting effects."  "Oh?" I asked, "Such as?" 
Laughing, she grabbed me again and pulled me atop her, opening her legs 
as I fell.  We embraced in a lusty kiss, her hands running up and down 
my bare back, then under my pajamas, kneading my ass, and pulling it 
hard against her pussy, grinding my hard cock against it.  "Shit", I 
thought, "Not a bad way to start a saturday!"  We dry humped for several 
moments, then she groaned, "Oh lover, now, fuck me, fuck me hard!"  I 
needed no further encouragement, I sat up and jerked her pajama bottoms 
down.  Her hand slid down and played with her puffy pink slit as I 
struggled to remove my shorts.  She gave an happy groan as my cock 
popped into veiw.  I stradled my teen wife and guided my stiff cock into 
her already wet opening.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she cried as I 
swiftly penetrated her, my cock marveling at the quivering tight passage 
eagerly and hungrily accepted into her nether depths.  She raised her 
splayed legs as I worked in and out of her, a piston of passion driving 
into the cylinder of her love.  I shoved my tounge into her wanton, 
moaning mouth and she hungrily sucked on my mouth as our bodies moved 
together in unison, her hands flattering accross my back and ass.  Her 
soft moans were replaced by a series of ever louder 
"oh-ohOh-oh-oH-oH-oH-Oh-mmmmmmmmmmmm-ah-oh-oH-aH-mmmmmmyesssss-ah-ah-ah-Oooooooo-ah-ah-Ah-Oh-Oh-OH-OH-OH-OH-GOD-OHGOD-OHGOD-YESSSSSSSSS-MMMMM-MMMM-MMMMMM-OHGODI"MCUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!" 
as her tiny body writhed and quivered beneath mine.  She was screaming 
now as I drove my cock deep and hard into her, feeling the ragged edges 
of my own orgasim approach.  There was a pop in my head, then my own 
body jerked and pistoned into her hard, flooding her hungry pussy with 
load after load of hot seaman.  She let out a final scream, then 
returned to a slowing pattern of oh's and ah's as we both drifted back 
to earth together.  She looked into my eyes with those emerald eyes and 
smiled.  We kissed slowly and soulfully for a few minutes, my cock going 
limp and sliding out of her freshly fucked box.  We broke our kiss.  She 
winked impishly at me and said, "Get off, I gotta go pee."  I rolled to 
one side and she got up, pulling a blanket around herself as she padded 
accross the floor to the curtain we had hung for privacy.  Although we 
had been married a little over three months, she still clung to a little 
modesty at times like this.  I sat back on the bed, sipping my cuppa, 
until she returned, laying next to me, sipping her tea.
      My free hand moved over and unbuttoned the lower few buttons of 
her pajama top, exposing her bulging tummy.I ran my hand along the small 
mound that was until recently a flat tummy.  "Good morning, Muffin," I 
said to it, "Did mommy and daddy wake you?"  We giggled at this, the 
jiggling rolling oddly around her growing womb.  "Careful, old man," she 
told me, "This is how we got in this place."  Old man was her new 
nickname for me since my sixteenth birthday last month.  I kissed her 
lightly, saying, "Hmmmm, a little late to worry about that today."  I 
moved my mouth down to her belly, kissing it here and there.  Her own 
hand slid down, rubbing the swollen tummy.  I moved back up and kissed 
her again, both our hands running over her tummy,  "Hrmmph", she 
grumbled, "Look at me, I'm getting fat."  "Yeah, but only temporarily." 
I told her.  Actually, that was a bit of concern.  The baby was growing 
just fine, but Jackie wasn't putting on enough weight.  Sister Anges, 
the Mid-wife and I worried about that.  Her eyes glistened with tears, 
"Will you still love me when I weigh two hundres pounds and my boobs sag 
to my waist?"  Her voice had a catch to it.  "My darling wife, I'll love 
you when you weigh three hundred pounds and Hockie and I need a forklift 
to move you about.  It is and always will be you and me."  Her eyes 
crinkled with a smile, "Nope, my husband, not you and me."  She placed 
her hand over mine as we rubbed her swollen belly, "It's you and me and 
baby makes three."

      We sat there until I heard a discrete tapping on the door and a 
polite cough.  Looking at the clock, I shouted "SHIT!" and struggled out 
of bed, rooting about for my pants.  Hoke was out there, ready to go to 
work!  I dashed about, getting dressed.  Being saturday, Jackie could 
sleep in a bit and would arise about seven to join me for breakfast.  I 
gave her a quick peck and stepped out into the crisp fall morning. 
Hoke, the 68 year old black handy man leaned against an equally old tree 
next to our home, smiling like a shark.  "Morning Hoke, sorry I'm late." 
I said as I fastened my coat.  "Mornin' son", her croaked.  Amused eyes 
peered over the top of his glasses, "She woke up in a mood again this 
morning?"  I nodded.  As we walked accross the compound to the woodshed. 
  "How many mornings now?" he asked.  I rolled my eyes, counting, "Um 5, 
no 6.  Jezz, do you wait outside listening or something?"  He rumbled a 
small laugh, "Not hardly, son.  She's a real howler, that girl is. 
Could hear her clean accross the campus, I'm sure.  I'm surprised Sister 
Maria hasn't spoken to you about it."  Actually, she had, nervously 
asking if everything was o.k. that first morning.  I was deffinately 
embarrased to think that we had been caught, "Um, yes Mother Supirior, 
we were just, um, ah..."  She startled abit, then patted my shoulder 
reassuringly, "Ah yes, I understand.  Wifely duties.  Well, then, good 
to hear she has healthy lungs then, it's good for the baby."  She patted 
me reassuradly on the shoulder as I blushed beet red.

      Ah yes, baby makes three.  Maybe more like baby makes about 70, 
the total population of the campus.  We would get knowing looks as we 
walked about the grounds and hallways of the buildings.  Jackie's 
horniness seemed to move in cycles, wanting to fuck for 8 or 9 days in a 
row, as much (and more) than I could stand, then a couple of weeks were 
she wouldn't even want me to look at her.  In her sixth month, she had 
gotten to big to fuck in the missionary position as we were used to, 
this led to some mutual frustration until one morning we found we could 
fuck with her on top or on her hands and knees like a dog.  We made many 
friends with the sisters, acolytes and other pregnant girls in this 
time.  Jackie was a popular girl with everyone, partially because of her 
open, bubbly personality and perhaps a bit of jealously because she was 
the only one "getting it."  Our small house became a popular gathering 
place especially for the teens,  (It was o.k. if there were 3 or more 
there.) as we had spent some of our savings on a stereo and many albums. 
  Rock and Roll was forbidden in the main hall, so it seemed we always 
had at least 3 to 5 pregnant teens visiting in the evening.
      This particular Friday evening, we had four visitors, Nadine, a 
sexy fifteen year old hispanic girl in her first tri-mester and a recent 
arrival, Carol, a chubby sixteen year old with short red hair and Lori, 
a thirteen year old like Jackie, also in her secind tri-mester. (She 
also had long blonde hair like my wife, mmm-mmm)  Escorting the girls 
was an alcolyte named Sue, a twenty year old asian girlfrom Los Angles. 
  We popped popcorn, drank soda-pop and danced (or waddled) to the 
radio.  Sue, far from the normal serious acolyte, amazed us all with her 
dancing talent.  Jackie was a little tired and flushed, as we had been 
to see the doctor earlier in the day.  He had reccomended we curtail 
having sex because of her small frame and the size of our child.  Of 
coarse the worst thing to do is tell Jackie not to do something, we had 
barely finished fucking when our geust's arrived, with knowing smiles on 
thier faces.
      After dancing with all the girls, including Sue, several times I 
declared I needed a break.  We sat on what few chairs we had and the 
bed, chatting.  Suddenly, Nadine quipped, "Damn it Jackie, I am so 
jealous of you."  "Why?"  "Here I am getting all horny and shit and no 
way to get satisfaction.  And you've got yourself a sexy husband who 
fucks on command."  The girls all gigled except Sue, who glared at 
Nadine.  "Young lady, I don't think thats appropriate conversation for 
someone your age." she said sternly.  "Why" asked the teen, she patted 
her tummy, "It's not like I don't know anything about sex."  "Exactly." 
admonished Sue, "If you had not given into your curiosity, you wouldn't 
be here."  All the girls laughed.  Carol sputtered, "Oh, thats rich! 
O.k. so I fucked up.  But belive me, this is a small price to pay.  Oh 
God, I would give damn near anything for a good stiff cock right now, 
even if just to suck on."  Her hand, in her lap, was starting to lightly 
rub accross her crotch.  "Yeah," spoke up the normally quiet Lori, 
"Don't knock it until you try it."  "Aaah, but she never will," observed 
my wife, "She's taken a vow of chasity, remember?"  All four girls 
groaned at poor Sue, who looked frustered.  "Tell me Sue," asked Carol, 
"what do you do on a warm night when your pussy is aching for 
attention?"  Sue was blushing and turned her head away.  "Yeah, Sue, 
doesn't it ever juice up and get itchy?" asked Nadine.  I noticed she 
was opening and closing her legs.  Lori waddled over to the acolyte and 
stroked her head, "It's o.k., you can tell us, we promise not to tell." 
  The girls all nodded. Sue looked at me and I nodded too.  She took a 
deep breath and released it.  "You all promise not to tell?"  We all 
nodded again.
      Sue sighed again, "Well, it's true, sometimes I have horrible, 
lustfull thoughts."  All the girls giggled.  Sue glared at them, "Well, 
I do!  And for a servant of God, such as myself, this is a terrible sin. 
  We're taught to get on our knees and pray until it goes away."  "And 
what if that doesn't work?" asked Lori.  "Well, if that doesn't work, 
then we lay our rosary's on the floor and kneel on them.  That usually 
does it." Sue said quietly.  "And what if that doesn't work," pressed 
Nadine.  Sue looked at Jackie and I, then spoke in a low voice, "About a 
month ago, it didn't work.  I could hear you to sharing your congical 
duties ("Their what?" whispered Lori.  "They were fucking," whispered 
Nadine, "Now shhh!).  Anyway, I couldn't ignore the sounds of your 
passion.  I ground my knees into the beads hard and tried to pray, but 
the vision of what was happening here wouldn't go away.  Finally, I went 
to Sister Margret, a nurse who is my sponsor and confessed my lustful 
vision.  She took me into her cell and locked the door.  She had me 
disrobe, except for my whimple and lay on her bed.  She opened her 
drawer and withdrew an ivory tool for the purpose.  She gently showed me 
how to touch myself in the approved method and use the tool until my 
passion peaked and released.  She then had me lay over her bed and 
administered penance so I would remember the next time these feelings 
came over me."  All of us sat there with slack jaws, listening to the 
woman describe what she did.  "She, like spanked you on the ass?" asked 
an amazed Carol.  The acolyte nodded, and added, "But I must confess to 
you that it only through me into another fit of passion.  Sister Marget 
continued to administer penance until it passed."  She sighed, eyes 
downcast.  Nadine moved over and took Sue into her arms and gently 
kissed her on the cheek, telling her, "It doesn't have to be that way. 
For me, it's better when it's done lovingly."  Sue looked up at the 
girl, who smiled at her, then to our surprise, kissed Sue square on the 
mouth!  Sue protested and tried to pull away, but Nadine was persistant, 
holding her down and kissing her deeper.  Sue struggled for a few 
minutes, then gave into the passion.  We watched as her hand began to 
stroke Nadines leg, then up to cup the teens crotch.  Nadine let out a 
low moan and pressed her body closer.  The room got quiet, except for 
the radio and the sounds of heavy breathing.  Nadines hand had moved 
down onto Sues chest and she was massaging her breat through the white 
robe.  I felt a bump on my leg and looked down.  Jackie was seated 
between my legs, her head leaning against my cock.  I could just make 
out her hand under her skirt, rubbing her panties.  A noise to my left, 
Carol had opened her blouse and was rubbing a heavy breast.
      Sue and Nadine parted their kiss.  Nadine looked to Jackie and I 
and asked, "Can we use your bed?"  We nodded and watched Nadine help Sue 
to her feet.  They crossed the short distance and stood beside our bed. 
  Nadine pulled the whimple from Sue's head.  Her hair was shorn and 
unkempt.  Nadine stroked it for a minute and kissed her lightly on the 
lips.  She then reached around and unfastened Sue's white robe, it slid 
off of her shoulder and fell in a pool at her feet.  She was no wearing 
a heavy cotton bra and panties.  Nadine embraced the girl and kissed her 
deeply again and unfastened the bra, letting it fall between them  She 
pushed Sue back onto the bed, where her pear shaped breast's fell to the 
sides, her large nipples stiffening to the exposure to the air.  Nadine 
stood over Sue and slowly, seductivly stripped.  Soon, her tanned body 
was exposed to all of us, a heart shaped ass, long firm breasts with 
incredible nipples getting long and hard as she massaged them.  She 
crawled onto the bed and lay back, opening her legs to Sue.  "Show me," 
she whispered.
      We all watched as Sue, tenitivly placed her hand on Nadines 
exposed, hairy pussy, spreding the lips open, exposing her delicate pink 
inner flesh.  Her other hand began to gently stroke the inner flesh.  I 
looked at Carol, who now had her pants down and was stroking her own 
pussy.  Between my legs, I could hear the increase to my wifes 
breathing, a sure sign she was getting turned on.  I rubbed the top of 
her head and got no reasponce.  I looked down and to my amazment, saw 
Lori was laying accros one of my wifes spread legs, her face burried in 
her pussy.  Obviously, Jackie was enjoying herself, she was making a 
cooing and moaning noise.  To help matters along, I slid my hands down 
the front of her shirt and massaged her tits.  I heard Nadine cry out, 
"Oh God, kiss it!"  I snapped my head around in time to see Sue move her 
mouth down on to Nadines pussy, and start to lick and kiss it.  Nadine 
began to writh and moan as her passion grew.  I watched as Sue began to 
run a slender finger in and out of the teen's pussy, causing her to buck 
even more furiously.  I felt another movement at my waist, Jackie was 
trying to unfasten my pants.  She suddenly cried out, along with Lori, 
and began to cum.  Lori crawled out and opened her mouth to dispaly the 
cum I had shot in my wife only an hour or two earlier.  Her finger 
continued to frig Jackie as she looked me in the eye and swallowed the 
seed.  She then sat next to my wife and took my now hard cock into her 
mouth.  Up to this point in my life, only Jackie had ever touched my 
cock, now this young, pregnant girl was ardently bobbing her head up and 
down my shaft.  Jackie had partially recovered, and took my balls into 
her mouth, slathering the orbs about in her hot mouth.  Lori was 
enthusiastic but not as talented as Jackie at oral sex, still, it was 
marvolous feeling two hot little mouths on my excited manhood.  I heard 
a noise to my left, Carol was errupting into a quiet, shaking orgasim, 
three fingers in her wet pussy, biting her lower lip and squealing.  I 
watched her large tits jiggle as she came.  She looked at me as it 
subsided and smiled.  I smiled back and pointed to young Lori.  Carol 
nodded and crawled accross the floor.  She rolled on to her back and 
slithered between Lori's legs carefully.  Lori's eyes bugged out and she 
released as small squeal as Carol began to lick and tounge the younger 
girl.  Lori moaned, vibrating my cock as she continued to bob up and down.
      I looked back to our bed.  Sue now lay accross Nadine and the two 
women were rubbing their tits together, their mouths locked together, 
their pussies grinding against the other.  They rolled over, Nadine now 
on top and she began to kiss her way down Sues firm body.  She spent 
several minutes on her tit's, sucking and nibbling one, then the other, 
pulling the nipples out with her teeth, then releasing.  She continued 
down and began to lick Sue's pussy through the cotton.  From where I 
sat, I could see her panties soaking up the copius juices that started 
to flow from her virgin pussy.
      Lori's mouth left my cock as she cried out and started to come 
herself, bouncing up and down on Carols face, grinding her lightly 
haired furrow back and forth.  Ever eager, Jackies experianced mouth 
quickly pounced on my hard cock along with a tiny fist and she began to 
ardently sucking me.  I looked back to the bed.  Nadine now had Sue's 
panties off and was vigerously sucking and licking the student nuns 
sparsely furred pussy, the older woman writhing and babbling 
incoherantly.  I prodded Lori with a finger and pointed.  She turned and 
watched in open jawed facination.  She poked Carol, who crawled out to 
watch.  Although I was getting to close, I didn't want my wife to miss 
the show, so I placed my hand in her hair and lifted her mouth off of 
me.  She got an anoyed look on her face until she saw what I was 
pointing at.  She continued to stroke me as we watched Nadine finger and 
lick Acolyte Sues tender pink pussy.  The older girl was now wimpering 
between pursed lips as her body vibrated from the oral assault on her. 
Another orgasim gripped her and she bucked and writhed, crying out in a 
squeaky cry.  My cock began to pulse as I felt the edge of my own 
orgasim approach.  Jackie, familiar with her husband, squeezed me hard. 
  She looked at me and said, "Let her have a taste." motioning to the 
girls on the bed.  I knew who she meant.  I stood and walked over to the 
bed.  Sue's eyes were closed in the heat of the moment, her mouth open 
as she breathed "ah-ah-ah-ah".  I knealt carefuly and in one swift move, 
grabbed her hair and pushed my turgid meat into her mouth, and began to 
move it in and out.  Her eyes flew open and she struggled breifly, but 
Nadine, who looked up and saw what was happening, drove her tounge in 
deeply, momentarily freezing the woman.  I took advantage, gripping her 
short hair firmly and rapidly used her mouth for the last few strokes. 
My cock errupted deeply into her mouth, shotting ropey stream after 
ropey stream into her virgin throat.  She seemed to realize what was 
happening and struggled abit, but within seconds, wrapped her lips 
around my rapidly expending  organ, sucking the last of the cum from it. 
  Finally sated, I removed it from her mouth and stepped back.  Sue had 
a curious look of shock and satisfaction on her face.  Nadia slithered 
her way up the womans body and placed her mouth on her mouth, sharing 
the load in Sues mouth.
      The evening wasn't completely over.  The girls helped Sue into the 
shower and cleaned her up.  They got dressed and each gave Jackie and I 
a warm kiss.  Last to leave was Sue, dressed again as a servant of the 
church.   She gave Jakie a hot, tounge entwined kiss, rubbing my wife's 
swollen tits gently.  She turned to me and lowered her eyes.  She 
suddenly dropped to her knees, took my flacid member into her mouth and 
sucked it for several long moments.  She stood and smiled, waved and 
walked into the winter night.

      Long winter night followed long winter night.  The new year came 
and went with our child continuing to grow in my young wife's belly.  By 
the end of febuary, she had gotten so large, the doctor was concerned. 
Because of Jackie's small size and young age, he had her confined to bed 
the first of March, with about two months to go.
      The mood around the campus was subdued.  Nadine had miscarried in 
the middle of febuary and left after a brief hospital stay.  The acolyte 
Sue had disappeared sometime in january.  Rumor was that she had 
returned to L.A.  Now Jacilyn, popular with all the staff and resident 
was bedridden.  Mother Supirior had my workload lightened so I could 
spend as much time with her as possible, although we both had to keep up 
with our school work.  Hour after hour, day after day, week after week, 
I stayed beside Jackie, feeding her, helping her with her schoolwork, 
helping her waddle to the toilet.  We had a slew of visitors during the 
days, including our special friends, Lori, now quite large herself and 
Carol.  I would leave my wife in my visitors capable hands while I went 
to work for a few hours.  Hoke told me about going through the same 
thing when his wife was pregnat with their first child, his 
understanding was a great comfort to me.
      By mid-April, it was decided to move Jackie to a hospital.  I 
flinched at each rut and bounce all the way, holding my teen wife's hand 
as we rode to  Barrow in the back of an ambulance.  Mother Superior now 
relived me of all duties so I could be with Jackie.  Father O'Leary came 
to visit from time to time, helping keep my spirits up.  Jackie was 
amazing.  Inspite of her discomfort, she greeted everyone with her 
angelic smile and a hearty howdy.  Despite the size of belly, the doctor 
was still concerned about her weight. The three of us discussed the 
delivery extensively, Jackie and I wanted a natural childbirth, with me 
present.  The doctor was agreeable to this but warned us a c-section 
maybe needed due to Jackies size.  The decission would be held off as 
long as possible, but if it was necessary, I would have to leave the 
opperating theater.

      I awoke early Easter Sunday to a huried knock on the door of our 
cottage.  It had been decided for me that I should spend some time at 
home so we both could get some rest in the last few days before the 
delivery.  I ran to the door (forgetting I was nude) and opened the 
door.  An acolyte was standing there.  She averted her eyes.  The 
hospital had called, I needed to go there imediately.  Hoke was warming 
up the car.  Then, giggling, she suggested I might want to get dressed 
first.  I looked down,  embaressed   that I was naked.  I closed the 
door and dressed quickly.  Hoke drove faster than normal, and we arrived 
with a screech.  I ran into Jackie's room, but they had already moved 
her.  I turned to see Mother Superior standing there.  "Sean, it's time, 
but the doctor asked me to tell you it's not going well.  He decided to 
perform the c-section.  My knees went to rubber and I fell to the floor. 
  She helped me up and half carried me to the waiting room.  Inspite of 
her imposing appearance and dour personality, that angel of mercy sat 
with me all the rest of the night, quietly fingering her roasary and 
praying.  Shortly after 3 a.m. Father O'Leary and Reverand Kluge showed 
up with my old friend Shamus.  He and Hoke to a liking to each other 
quickly and that sat speaking in low tones, while Rev. Kluge and Fr. 
O'Leary joined Mother Superior in prayer.  I spent most of the time, 
unhearing, my face burried in my hands, fervently remembering every 
prayer I had ever heard.
      I felt someone standing beside me.  I looked up and saw the tired 
face of  Mr. Walden, Jackies father.  I saw anger flash accross his 
face, then it soothed back to tired.  He placed his hand on my shoulder 
and leaned down close to my ear, lowly saying, "I still hate you for 
what you did to my little girl, but that's for another day.  How are you 
doing, son?"  I felt tears well up in my eyes and burried my face back 
in my hands.  Mr. Walden sat beside me, his arm around me.  About an 
hour later, my parents arrived.  Dad sat on one side, Mr. Walden on the 
other.  The three of us stayed that way for the rest of that dark night.


      Around 10 a nurse appeared at the door, "Mr. McClanahan?"  I lept 
to my feet.  She motioned to me and led me to a room, where I was 
dressed in one of those doctors suits.  She led me down a scrubbed 
hallway into a dim room with alot of busy machines and a bed.  I saw a 
box on legs to one side.  The doctor came over to me.  I stammered, "Is 
she..is she.?"  His smile told me all I needed to know.  "She lost alot 
of blood, but with an extended stay, she'll be o.k.  My heart soared to 
hear the news!  He then bekoned to the box.  Woodenly, I moved over 
towards it.  A nurse removed a tiny bundle from the box and held it to 
me.  "Mr. McClanahan...Sean, may I introduce you to your daughter?"  My 
hands shook as I took the tiny bundle into my arms, her tiny red, wizzen 
face scruntching.  I stood there like an idiot for a few minutes, 
marvelling at the miracle in my arms.  I looked up at the faces of the 
doctor and the nurses, tears streaming from my eyes.  We heard a  weak 
voice behind us, "Sean..?"  I carried our daughter over to Jakie and 
carefully lowered her into her mothers arms.  Jackies blonde hair was 
matted to her head, her face unaturally pale, her face gaunt.  But her 
emerald eyes sparkled as she looked in the face of our child.  A camera 
flashed a couple of times, but we hardly noticed.  I tenderly kissed my 
new daughter and then my wife.  Jackie drifted slowly back to sleep, so 
the nurse took our child back to the incubator.  I smoothed my wifes 
hair and straightened up.  The doctor touched my elbow and told me that 
sleeping would be the best thing for her for awhile.  And besides, I had 
some anxious people waiting for me.

      All the eyes turned to me as I entered the waiting room, a forced 
somber look on my face.  I saw Mrs. Walden biting on a knukle when I 
entered, on the verge of tears.  My own mother was sitting with her, 
holding her gently.  Our fathers sat close, but not to close.  They all 
stared at me.  I cleared my throat nervously, remembering what I had 
rehersed in the hall a few minutes before, words Jackie and I had been 
planning for months, more or less.  "Mother and Father Walden, Mom, Dad, 
friends.."  I couldn't hold the grin back any longer, "I would like to 
anounce the birth of Jacilyn and I's daughter, Jocelyn Walden 
McClanahan.  Both my wife and my daughter are doing fine.  The room 
exploded.  Dad and Mr. Walden both jumped up at the news, turned to each 
other and started shaking hands, pumping them up and down vigerously. 
Both reached simotainously and pulled out a cigar.  They realised they 
had both had the same though and started laughing.  They exchanged the 
cigars and each lit the others not caring they were in a hospital..  Our 
mothers were huddled together, laughing and crying.  Mother Superior had 
dropped to her knees and was praying, a smile on that old sour pus. 
Reverand Kluge and Fr. O'Leary with animatedly discussing were the 
christening should take place, with huge smiles on their faces.  Shamus 
and Hoke both came over and were slapping me on the back.  Shamus pulled 
a silver flask from his hip and offered it to me.  I took it and poured 
some in my throat without thinking.  Raw irish whiskey burned it's way 
into my throat and I started gagging.  Both of my older friends patted 
me on the back, roaring with laughter, while I struggled to catch my breath.

      It was several weeks before Jackie was recovered enough to leave 
the hospital.  In the mean time, Jocelyn and I returned to the campus to 
get our  home ready for her.  Both our parents wanted us to return to 
thier homes, the Waldens even offering to have my little family live 
under their roof.  But I was adamant.  It was to be Jackie and me and 
baby makes three.  Which was all it would be.  The opperation Jackie had 
rendered her unable to have any more children.  She returned to our 
house on Mothers Day.  The sisters had snuck in while I took the car 
down to Barrow to pick her up.  They scrubbed our stone cottage 
incredibly clean. (Hey, I'm a 16 year old handyman, not a house keeper!) 
  They placed flowers everywhere!  They formed a corridor as I pulled up 
in the car, with Mother Superior waiting by the door holding Jocelyn in 
her arms.  "Wouldn't be proper for you to enter your home on Mothers Day 
without you child" she said, handing us our daughter.

      Things went pretty well from then on.  Old Hoke retired three 
years later and at 19, I became the headgrounds keeper and general 
handyman at St. Theresa's.  I never did complete High School, (work, 
work, work!) but I did eventually get my GED.  Jackie did graduate and 
commuted to the local collage, graduating in four years with a degree in 
social sciences.  The church hired her imediately as a social worker and 
posted her to St. Theresa's.  Our parents never really got along very 
well, but were at least social to each other.  Shamus passed out drunk 
one evening in a snow drift and froze to death.  Fr. O'Leary offered me 
his old job, but I was happy were I was at.  Jackie and I eventually 
repeated our vows at St. Martins, with her father giving away the bride. 
  To keep the peace, we had Jocelyns baptism at the Episcople church. 
After Jocelyn turned 7, we bought a house in Barrow, with the church's help.

      Inspite of outward appearance, Jackie and I maintained a couple of 
dark secrets.  The girls kept coming buy in both our old house and our 
new one, as Jackie was considered a positive example that teen pregnancy 
wasn't the end of the world.  Knowing the secret desires of a pregnant 
woman, Jackie and I had a variety of sexual partners over these many 
years.  Her own desire never faded and she was particularly fond of 
making love with young women who felt alone and abandoned.  Of coarse, I 
was invited to join in these games, providing I didn't try to fuck any 
of them.   Hey, I'll tell you what, I've had me some incredible blow 
jobs from these girls over the years.

      The other secret came after Jocelyn turned three.  We were still 
living in the old stone cottage at this point, meaning we had only the 
one room.  At first, I was nervous about having sex with my wife in 
front of our daughter, but Jackie argued that was part of our problem 
growing up, that sex was always hidden away and never spoken about.  So 
right from the beginning, Jocelyn was exposed to every aspect of 
physical loving.  One morning when she was two, we noticed her watching 
Jakie and I fucking, rubbing a chubby hand against her juvinile pussy 
through her diaper.  Jackie though it was so cute, as she didn't start 
masterbating until she was nearly 11.
      One summer morning, Jackie and I were in foreplay, gentlely 
kissing and touching.  She had regained her petit form through rigerous 
excercise and at sixteen, was developing in to a beautiful woman.  I was 
tracing a finger around her breast's and down the pale scar accross her 
belly, which, I thought oddly, was quite a turn on.  I had noticed 
Jocelyn out of the corner of my eye watching us intently.  I payed no 
attention to her, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen a hundred times 
before.  As I kissed and touched my wife I startled to feel a tiny pair 
of lips on my cock.  I looked down and saw my daughter with the head of 
my cock between her pink lips.  I started to pull away, but Jackie 
stopped me.  She turned around and moved down to my groin, watching my 
daughter bob her tiny mouth on my man sized cock.  She kissed our 
daughter on the cheek and asked, "Can mommy help you sweetheart?" 
"Mmm-hmm." mumbled our daughter, her mouth never leaving my cock. 
Jackie started to flick her tounge along the sides of my shaft, her hand 
fondling my balls.  My daughter continued to bob her tiny mouth up and 
down, instictively swirling her tounge around the head.  Her chubby hand 
was inside her panties, frigging her pussy furiously.  I leaned abit to 
one side and started to play with Jackies shaved pus, something they had 
done in the hospital and she decided she liked.  The feeling of mother 
and daughter on my cock made me feel light headed, two hot wet mouths 
sliding and slathering with tounges and lips accross the purple head and 
marbled sides of my cock.  I felt the surge start in my balls and as the 
first spurt shot from the tip of of my cock, Jocelyn pulled her mouth 
back, letting the hot seed spray her again and again in the face. 
Jackie continued to stroke my cock until the last of my cum was sprayed 
wildly accross young Jocelyn's face and hair.  As I lay there, going 
limp, she turned and started to lick the creamy goo from our daughters 
face and feeding it into our child from her mouth, which Jocelyn dutifly 
swallowed.  Even after it was gone, the two girls continued to kiss and 
touch.  Suddenly with a cry, Jackie reached down and stripped Jocelyns 
panties off of her.  She rolled onto her back and Jocelyn, having seen 
this before, opened her legs and squatted on her mothers face, rubbing 
her tiny slit on her mothers face.  I slid to one side to allow my wife 
and daughter room for their love making.
      As I watched them please each other, the pleasant thome of  Jackie 
and I kept running through my head:

Jackie and me and baby makes three.
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