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    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: A man working on the road is falsely accused of knockign up a teenage. The story is
    why he was accused, and how he eventually does enjoy her youthful charms.
    Keywords: MF, preg

I looked her in the eye, and said "You're really not pregnant, are you?"

She had a stunned look on her face, and her mouth was hanging open. She was stuttering, trying to defend the whole situation, as she muttered out, "N-n-n-no." A hard sniffle, and then the tears, as she wailed "Please don't send me back."

I sighed, as she wrapped her arms about me, her fourteen year-old frame pressed into my torso. I moved her off towards the bedroom of my apartment, and sat her down on the edge of my bed, trying to soothe her fears, by saying "I won't send you back. As long as you tell me the truth of what happened."

"Nooooo, I can't!" She protested, crying harder, now.

What a way to start your honeymoon. Yeah, that's right. She's fourteen, and I'm thirty-five. Marriage wasn't my idea. But I really didn't like the idea of going to jail if I didn't marry her, after her father accused me of being the cause of her pregnancy. Okay, let's change that to a made-up pregnancy. I was in Helen, Georgia at the time, working on the computer system for the county government. A government that from what I could tell was one year out of the 1890's. And what happened to me the last ten days only proves that statement.

Not too many newcomers in these parts, at least to stay for longer than a week. I was at the end of my second month, almost done with this job, when my world was turned upside down. I was single, and although strictly heterosexual, I have never had much luck with the opposite sex, but even a blind squirrel will find a nut on occasion. Not that I found this one. I was entering the courthouse, when it happened. Her daddy, a Mister Lee, pointed at me, and declared to a deputy, "That's him. That's the man that knocked up my little Dolly."

Hell, I had to look over my shoulder to see who he was pointing at! When I realized that it was me, I about shit, protesting that I had no idea who or what he was talking about. I was thrown into the county jail, and when my court appointed lawyer showed up, he had a deal for me to stay out of jail. For some reason, I did not think that this guy was on my side. I tried calling the company I worked for, but they jumped to conclusions rather quickly, taking side with Mister Lee before even hearing my story. After telling them of the deal that was offered, they told me if I wanted a job, I had best marry the girl. Like, by then I had a choice? Good southern justice, just as blind as that fucking squirrel I was just telling you about.

They threw me in jail on Wednesday, and I married her on Friday. My company graciously gave me Monday off for my honeymoon. Gee, thanks. Now that we're all caught up on the background, I'm still holding Dolly in my arms, trying to get her to calm down. And all the while, my laptop sat there, turned on. Another ten minutes, and as her sobs turned to whimpers, I asked "Does your father know you're not pregnant?" She shook her head no, but I wanted oral confirmation, as I asked "Was that a yes or a no?"

A soft "No.", came from her lips.

I wanted to be sure, "Say that a little louder, Dolly."

A much louder "No!", and she’s back to wailing. Well, I got one answer. I was wondering if I could get more, but I thought better of it. I started to stand up, and I said "Come on, it's late. Let's get some sleep." She looked nervously about, and I chuckled, "You want me to leave the room while you get undressed?" She nodded her head yes. With a smile, I said "Okay, get undressed and under the covers. I'll return in a few minutes."

I left the room and closed the door, and waited. Ten minutes, and I knocked, asking "You ready?"

I heard a muffled "Uh-huh."

Entering the room, I saw her under the covers, turned away from me. I stripped down, lifted the covers up, and crawled underneath with her. Grabbing the laptop, I went into Outlook and sent some emails, with a file attachment. Then, I reached over and turned off the light, and said "Good night, Dolly."

She muttered out a similar reply, as I laid there on my back, my hands behind my head, thinking this one out. By now figuring that I would not get what I was wanting, which is an explanation to why this happened to me. Although, I was fairly certain why. Morning came much too quickly. And I hardly slept. Thankfully, it's Saturday. I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of gym shorts, and went to the bathroom, did a call of nature, then into the kitchen, where I started frying bacon. I put on some coffee, and then to the stove. I heard her go into the bathroom, and after a few minutes, the toilet flushed. She came out into the kitchen, and I smiled at her, asking "You hungry?" She nodded her head yes, and I went back to cooking, saying "Go ahead and take your shower. I'll fry you some eggs while you get cleaned up." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her head back to the bathroom, as I went and got some bread for toast, and some eggs to cook, once the bacon was about done.

When I heard the shower shut off, I started her eggs. A few minutes later, and there she was, wearing just a nightshirt, and that was about it. It seems she didn't leave home with much, and the wheels in my brain were clicking, wondering how much it will cost me to keep her clothed. I put her eggs on a plate, along with some bacon, and then her toast, which just popped up. I'm a methodical man, I have this down pat, as I smiled and placed breakfast in front of her. She half-smiled, as I said "Milk is in the fridge, if you want some."

She went to the fridge, and I went and started my eggs. By the time I was done preparing my meal, she had cleaned off her plate, and I was somewhat astonished. For a small female, she sure did polish that off quickly. I was pleasantly surprised when she rose, and took her dirty dishes to the sink, and began to wash the dishes. After finishing my meal, I brought my plate and utensils over, and helped her finish cleaning up. She then went into the living room and took a seat on the couch. I went into the bedroom, grabbed my laptop, fired it up, and carried it into the living room. I sat down next to her on the couch, and hit a few buttons on the keyboard, and without looking at her, I stated, "You know, there are more questions." She let out a long sigh. I ignored it, I wanted answers. "Why did your dad pick me?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Not sure."

"You go to school?" I asked.

"No." she replied, "Daddy says it's not important for girls."

I declared, "Bullshit." She had a shocked look on her face, as I added "Once back in Nashville, you'll be returning to school. I'll home school you myself if I have to. I don't want an uneducated wife."

The surprised look was still there, as she asked "You mean, you don’t mind being married to me?"

"Too early to tell." I replied. She had a hurt look on her face, biting down on her quivering lower lip. "Why did you tell your dad you were pregnant?"

She looked down at her hands, and said "I wanted out of there."

I asked "Why? Do you think you were being mistreated?"

She blew up. No, not crying blow-up. At least, not at first, as she shouted out defensively, "Hell yes I was being mistreated! I was tired of giving daddy and my three brothers blowjobs and getting my ass fucked every night!"

Well, now comes the tears. She buried her face into my side, bawling away. Wow! I was surprised she let it go so quickly. Not to mention bluntly. I sat the laptop off to the side, and pulled her close to my much larger body. My six-six, two-seventy pound frame dwarfed her. I guessed her to be maybe at the most four-ten in height, and maybe tip the scales at ninety pounds. No curves, but then, she is only fourteen.....I think. And I'm thirty-five. Well, now that we've everything out in the open, what do I do now?

After about ten minutes, she asked "Carl?"

I asked "What is it Dolly?"

"You ain't going to send me back, are you?" She asked, with fear in her voice.

I said "No, not hardly.". Hell, how could I? My conscience wouldn't allow that. Not to mention the fact that I would have a heck of a time still trying to keep out of jail. Of course, we could have her talk to the state's children’s services. But not yet. And not this state. I reached over, grabbed the computer, and with one hand, started hitting keys. In Outlook, I sent out two messages, after attaching files to them. I wondered how long before I get a response.

She stayed there, leaning up against me, my arm wrapped around her, as I pondered the situation. I thought back to yesterday, at the wedding. The look her three brothers were giving her. I thought the looks were of those of anger at her ruining the family name. But no, that wasn't it at all. More like looks of being spurned, the three of them were jilted lovers. And the old man. There was anger in his eyes, and fear as well. Fear that he would be found out. I wondered why he chose this path, trying to pin her pregnancy on an innocent victim. What other options did he have? DNA testing, if she was actually pregnant, would have been a disaster to him, and he knew it. Another option was to have her done in, and to make it look like an accident. I'm sure around these neck of the woods, that would have been fairly easy to do. Thinking about that, staying here is not the best of ideas.

A ringing phone brought me back to reality, as I grabbed it, and said "Hello."

"Carl, this is Roy." I smiled, he's the owner of the company I work for. Seems he has already got his email this Saturday morning.

All I said, was "Get us out of here."

"I'm having Tracy and Bill leave their assignments, they'll be there as soon as they can. Why don't you pack up and return to Nashville."

"That won't take long, we'll be on the road by noon." I responded.

Before hanging up, he ordered "Call me tomorrow afternoon."

I hung up the phone, and exhaled. She was looking up at me, a confused look on her face. I smiled, kissed her forehead, and said "Come on, we've got to pack things up quickly.", as I stood and went towards the bedroom.

She asked "Where we going?"

"My place. About five hours from here." I said, as I pulled out a suitcase, and went to the dresser, starting to unload it. The apartment was furnished. The only thing of mine here are my clothes, a few computers, books, and magazines. Even the cooking utensils were furnished. I didn't even bother emptying the fridge. Tracy and Bill can use what's in there, as I'm sure since this place was paid by the company, that they'll be using it. Of course, now to get out of town. I had her birth certificate, as well as our marriage license, so no worry there. Wish the fuck she was old enough to drive! This part made me a little nervous, loading up the company van, with her standing guard by it, and then getting in, and heading north out of town. I was worried somewhat, that someone would call the authorities, worried about me leaving town. As it turned out, I had reason to be. They didn't find me before I crossed over into North Carolina, thanks to me taking a round-about way of getting there.

North through the Smokie’s, then due west towards home. We were in metro Nashville by dinner time, and we stopped to eat before heading to the suburban town of Hendersonville. She was silent the whole trip, but I noticed she was getting more at ease the farther we were getting from Georgia. We turned off the highway, and onto a county road. A few curves, and we turned into my drive. I heard her gasp, and I smiled, as we pulled up to the two-bay garage door. I clicked the button, and the door lifted, and I pulled on inside. Glancing at her, I saw her eyes bulging out. Yes, this is a step up for her. I opened the door, saying "Come on, let's get unpacked, and then you can get settled in."

She didn't say anything, as she opened her door and got out. I came around and opened the side door of the van, grabbed her bag, handed it to her, then grabbed a few of mine, and went for the door leading into the house, with her right on my heels. I headed for the hall leading to the bedrooms, and at the master bedroom, I went inside, and tossed my bags on my bed. I said "This is my bed.", and before I could say anything, she tossed her bag over next to mine. Okay. Now this is interesting. I was really expecting to put her in a room of her own.

I turned and left the room, and she followed me back to the van. I grabbed two more bags of clothes, and said "Take these to the bedroom, I'll sort out what's clean and what needs washed."

She did as I told her, and I went about retrieving my computers and gear. I took that all into my workshop, which is in the room down from the master bedroom. AS I was putting stuff away, she came in and asked me "Where do you want me to put my clothes?"

Without thinking, I responded "See if you can make room in the dressers and closet. Or you could try the other bedroom." Crap, maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Ten minutes went by, and I was finished in the workshop, I headed for my bedroom. No sign of Dolly, but my bags were unpacked, and my clean clothes were on the bed, folded neatly. My dirty clothes were not to be seen. Interesting. I went towards the laundry room, and found her reaching for the buttons on the washer, ready to start it up. She turned and cracked a nervous smile. It got bigger when I smiled back, and said "Let's go to the grocery, we need food for the week." She followed me out into the garage, and I went for the Bronco, and she climbed in on the passenger side.

A hundred and fifty dollars later, and we were on our way home. For the most part, she just stayed at my side, watching at what I picked out and put in the cart. She didn't talk the whole time as we shopped, nor on the way home. I really was hoping that she would say something, as to what she would want to eat. Of course, it could be that she was not a fussy eater. And once back in the house, she watched intently as I unpacked the groceries, seeing where I put everything away, from the frozen meats to the dry goods. She then went and put the clothes in the dryer, as I went to the living room and started up the television. She sat on the couch with me, still not talking. You know, this is really starting to annoy me. But I kept quiet. I really was expecting something more in way of conversation. I guess I was really wanting to know how serious she was in being my wife. Nine o-clock, and I said "Time for my workout." as I stood and went to the door going to the basement. I had a hunch she would eventually come down, and ten minutes into my workout, there she was, watching as I was pressing three hundred pounds.

I got done with a rep, and was taking a breather, when she asked "You work out every day?"

"Three times a week when I'm home. I run twice a week, more when I'm out of town." I said.

She then asked "You were in the military?"

I chuckled, she was obviously in my closet, as I then said "Yep, eight years, United States Marine Corps." I was bare chest, wearing just a pair of gym shorts which I had put on once I was in the basement. I went back to working out, and she stayed put, sitting on the bottom step, watching me. Forty-five minutes later, I was done, and covered with sweat. Rising off the bench, I wiped my face off with a towel, and said "Whew, now I need a shower. Did you get the clothes folded?"

Her eyes bugged out, as she rose quickly and bounded up the steps. I broke out with a soft laugh, as I returned to the first floor, and went to the bedroom. I pulled the shorts off, and tossed them on the bed, and went into the bathroom. After taking a leak, I stepped into the shower and started washing up. Normal shower time, less than ten minutes, and I was squeaky clean as I stepped out and started drying myself off. I was almost done, when she entered the bedroom, looked into the bathroom, and she froze, staring at me, as I continued to wipe myself dry.

I cleared my throat, and asked "You need to use the bathroom?" She nodded her head yes. I stepped out, and let her pass by me, all the while with her eyes transfixed on my exposed manhood. I smirked and went to my dresser, to see what damage she had done with my clothes. I was happy to see that she did make room, not really disturbing my stuff too much. But then, she didn't bring much with her anyway. After retrieving my laptop, and getting under the covers, I started doing some work. I heard the shower start up, signaling that she had decided to get cleaned up as well. When she finally was finished, she came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. I didn't even look up, as she came around to what would be her side of the bed, and she reached down and pulled the covers up. She then sat down away from me, removed the towel, and quickly covered herself up so not to be seen. She then rolled over, facing me, as I continued to work away.

It was a good thirty minutes later when I powered down. I had a couple of important emails to read and respond to. Some interesting information was had, fortunately, all of it good. I turned her way, and her head was on the pillow, and eyes open, watching me. I sat the laptop off to the side on the nightstand, turned off the light, and trolled onto my side facing her. I asked "You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so." was her soft reply. "You really don't want me here, do you?"

I chuckled, reached over and brushed her cheek, "Well, this is sort of sudden like, you know? I mean, I've always considered myself a devout, life-long bachelor. Then wham, I'm forced to marry a teenager."

Her voice cracked, as she asked "You ain't going to send me back, are you?"

Laughing, I said "Christ no! It took us five hours to get here."

"Oh.", she said, and then a short pause, before she asked "Are you interested in me as a wife? I mean, I can clean, and cook. I've already done your laundry!"

Interesting. I'm now wondering if she's more afraid of getting sent back, or of being unwanted. I leaned over, and gave her a kiss on her lips, and said "You're doing a fine job so far, Dolly. Now get to sleep."

I rolled away onto my back, and I was a bit surprised that she moved her body up against mine. I felt her small breasts, and her furry little beaver, as she pressed both against my side, the side of her face resting on my shoulder, as she draped her leg over my thigh. I heard and felt her sigh, and soon her soft snoring. All I could think of was that she sure has taken a liking to me.

Something woke me. I wasn't sure what at first. But then the voice made me cringe. I sat up as I heard a loud female voice coming towards me, exclaiming "Good morning, little love birds." Then the appearance of a tall, and very healthy brunette entered the doorway.

I had sat up, and I sighed, saying "What are you doing here so damn early, Meg?"

Dolly had that scared look on her face, as she asked softly, "I thought you didn't have a girlfriend?"

I laughed, "Worse than that, she's my sister."

Meg came towards the bed, and Dolly quickly crawled behind me, as Meg said "A frail little thing, isn't she?"

"As you recall in the email I sent you, I didn't get much of a choice." I shot back.

"Looks like she's made herself at home." She said, before she slyly smiled and said "So, have you tried her out yet?"

"That's none of your fucking business, bitch!" declared Dolly, as she remained behind me.

Meg had a shocked look on her face for just a second, before she said "Well, a mouthy little thing, isn't she!" Meg looked at me, and said "You going to let her say that to your own flesh and blood?"

I chuckled, "Hell yeah. I've said worse to you over the years. Let someone else do it for once."

She cracked a smile, and said "While you two get dressed, I'll get breakfast going for the newlyweds."

I felt Dolly move from behind me, and I was a bit shocked, as she said "The hell you will!", as she climbed off the bed, stark naked, and as she grabbed her shirt and was pulling it over her head, she said "It's my kitchen, and I'll cook our own breakfast." She then stormed out of the bedroom. Meg and I looked at each other, and we both broke out with laughter.

"Well little brother, she's got spunk." she said, as she went to the door and left the room.

I laughed, as I tossed the covers off of me, and reached down for my shorts. I went to the dresser and pulled a shirt out and put it on. Since Dolly didn't have a stitch on below the waist, I quickly found a pair of shorts for her, and went to the kitchen. Meg was sitting at the table, smirking, as she watched Dolly work. I went to my wife, now that term is going to take some getting use to, and stopped her, and handed her the shorts. She looked at me, then at Meg, then she pulled them on, and returned to preparing breakfast.

I sat at the table, and started to talk to Meg. I mentioned the emails, and that perked up Dolly's ears. And when Meg started talking about the situation, and how it began, Dolly stopped what she was doing, and in a demanding voice, asked "You told her everything?"

I reached out to her, and I was happy to see that she came to me. I explained "Yes, for two reasons. One, she's my sister. And two, she's a lawyer. If we do anything from a legal perspective, she will take care of it."

"Legal? Like what?" She had that scared look in her eyes again.

Meg stated "For starters, a law suit against the county courts and government back at your old home in Georgia." She smiled, "Don't worry little girl, Carl and I have already decided that he's not getting rid of you."

I patted her butt, and kissed her cheek, and added, "Now, how about breakfast? And let Meg help, okay?"

She looked warily at my sister, but she said warily said "Well, okay."

Meg took control after that, by joining her at the stove, and started chattering away. Asking Dolly what she liked and such. The best side of my sister was now showing, as she was getting Dolly to open up. I just sat back and watched. Oh, and ate. Dolly did a good job of getting breakfast cooked. Of course, lunch and dinner have yet to be tested. Three hours later, Meg left, and as we waved good-bye to her from the porch, Dolly turned and went into the house, commenting, "You know, I like your sister."

I just smirked and shook my head. Then, I was on the phone, as Dolly started to clean house. I talked to Roy, a short conversation, just him telling me to report to his office tomorrow. He was in a cheerful mood, and I was a bit surprised when he said for me to bring Dolly. Roy is about ten years older than I. He started this company about ten years ago, and I was one of his first employees, once I was out of the Marines. I knew the meeting was going to be more than business.

I wasn't surprised when Dolly came to bed wrapped in a towel, hiding her body as she crawled into bed with me. There are some issues related to this, I'm sure. And I had a gut feeling some issues will be addressed tomorrow. In the morning, after she made breakfast for both of us, and after she cleaned up, we headed to the office, off of Briley Parkway. It was an interesting sight, as we entered. The receptionist looked at me, and smiled. And the smile she gave Dolly, one of slight amusement. but then, the way Dolly was dressed. The young, white-trash hillbilly look was very apparent. The receptionist, Sarah, told me to wait, and she went down the hall. Soon, Roy and a woman came into the foyer, and I said "Hello Roy, Annie." I turned to Dolly, saying "This is Mister Blume, my boss. And his wife,"

I looked at Annie, and she offered her hand to Dolly, saying "Please, call me Annie." Yes, something’s up, but I knew it would be.

Roy said "Dolly, Carl and I have some business to discuss, would you mind going with Annie into the room over there." Dolly got a scared look, and he chuckled, "Don't worry, you'll be in capable hands. I have to discuss with Carl about his next assignment."

I leaned over and kissed Dolly's forehead, reassuring her and saying "It may be a few hours, we don't want you to get bored, and I'm sure Annie will keep you entertained."

She was hesitant to leave my side, but Annie gently took her by the arm, and said "So, I hear you're from Georgia. You know, I was born there."

I chuckled as I went down the hall following Roy, as I heard Dolly exclaim "Really? What a small world!"

I entered his office, and closed the door behind me and took a seat as he did likewise. He spoke first, saying "Listen, I'm sorry about how I reacted last week when I first heard the news."

I shrugged, "No problem, Roy. Under the circumstances, it's completely understandable." I then asked "So, you're having Annie evaluate her."

Chuckling, he replied "Well, since Annie has a doctorate in psychology and works for the state of Tennessee in social services, I thought it appropriate. Besides, she has a stake in this company as well."

Smiling, I replied "Thank you." He nodded his head, and I asked "Now what?"

"Well, returning to work in Georgia for you is out. However, if you want legal representation, we will provide it." he said.

I sighed, "At this point, I'm not sure if I'll pursue that. Besides, Meg can probably take care of that. AS for Dolly, it now seems she's determined to be my wife. Of course, seeing what has happened to her, if she’s telling the truth, which I believe she is, I can see why she's determined to do so."

"What about education?" he asked.

I frowned, "Well, I don't think a classroom environment would be the way to go. I was thinking of home-schooling her, after evaluating how advanced she is."

"How educated is she?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "She should be what? A high school Sophomore at the most? I don't think she has the education of a seventh grader." I saw his frown. I quickly added, "However, she has shown signs of willing to learn."

"How so?"

"She watches me, and what I do. For instance, putting away groceries. She watched where I put things away, then when she started making breakfast the next morning, she easily found what she wanted to prepare a meal." I replied. "Actually, I thought of first just enrolling her in the local school system. But now, I do believe home-schooling her would be her best option. After all, trying to adjust as the married seventh -grader could be a bit hard on her."

Roy chuckled, and so did I. Then, he looked at his hands, and said "You think things out well, Carl. And we've already figured that would be the best idea. That's why we've an idea. You see, Annie's sister has three daughters, ages twelve, fourteen and sixteen. She home-schools them in a co-op type of environment. Monica teaches math, and other parents teach other subjects. And, well, they need a computer science instructor." That got me to raise an eye, and he went on to say "There's fourteen students right now, Dolly would be number fifteen. They all live within five miles of you, which makes things convenient."

"Well, what exactly will I be teaching? How technical will it be? Plus, what about my position with your company?"

"I've thought about all of that already." he replied. "The state has courses for the age groups you'll be dealing with. And, as for your work here, you will be working on local projects only. We've just won a contract for a three-year IT job, we'll be putting you in charge of it. I figured it will be four days a week, and you can teach your class on the off day."

I wasn't too sure about the teaching part, as I stated, "Teaching?"

He laughed, "Don't worry about it. You'll do fine. Heck, you've trained darn near every tech we've had, so I know you can teach. It's not going to be extremely technical, so you really don't have to worry about it too much."

I sighed, 'Well, I guess. AS long as there's already some sort of lesson plan, I can probably do it. How many students did you say?"

He answered, "Including Dolly, fifteen. All between the ages of eleven and seventeen." He paused, and added, "Oh, and it's all girls."

I blurted out "You're kidding." He shook his head no. Exhaling, I said, "Do the parents know about this situation with Dolly and I?"

"Of course. We divulged everything. We don't need a lawsuit thrown at us." was his terse reply. "Now, the school year starts in three weeks. Two weeks from tonight, there will be a get-together with all the parents and children at Annie's sisters house. You of course will be there. And," he looked at his watch, "For the next two weeks, you're on vacation."

I said "But I never take vacation."

Laughing, he said "You do now." He kept on laughing, saying "Damn it Carl, you've been here for what? Ten years? Time you took one. Hell, if you took me to court, you could probably get all thirty weeks that are due to you. Besides, Annie believes it would do both you and Dolly good to get better acclimated to each other this way." He stood up, and said as he did, "Now, since Annie informed me before than that she would probably need all day with Dolly, you and I are going golfing."

I protested, "I don't golf."

"That's okay, you haven's seen how I play." He replied with a chuckle. "Now come on, we can talk some more about this on the course."

Interesting golf game. For starters, he isn't that good, as he barely beat me. But that's not the point. We talked about Dolly for the most part, and what has happened in her life. I'm sure Annie, with her training, has gotten even deeper in her life. He sort of blew me away by what he had dug up so far. Seems Dolly’s mother died three years ago. Hell, I never asked her that. No doctor records on Dolly for the past twenty-eight months, which, coincides with when the abuse started from all I could gather. He also told me that Annie would be talking to her OB/GYN doctor today, as well as her family doctor, to set up appointments for Dolly. I, of course, would be going along. Like I had a choice. Then, there was the insurance issue. He said it would be all taken care of, as he already called our coverage provider this morning. I chuckled when he brought up dentistry. An appointment for their family dentist will be made as well. Poor girl, by weeks end, she's going to be poked and prodded so much, that she may think she never should have left Georgia.

Then, I got to thinking. Why? No, not why did this happen to me, for that's already been solved. But why has my employer taken such a big interest in this? To cover bad publicity? I don't think so, as there was never anything really made public. And that wouldn't stop people in the future questioning my relationship with the teen, once they found the age difference. No, there was something else, and as we teed off on number seventeen, I asked the question, "Roy, why the interest in Dolly? You could have let me go, or at least just ignored the whole situation once you heard my side, as well as Dolly's."

He grimaced at first, looked down at his feet, then he raised his face and looked at me, and said "Well Carl, it really wasn't me so much as it was Annie." He stepped up onto the tee and placed his ball onto it, getting ready to hit, "Let's just say, it struck a chord with her, and leave it at that." His swing was true this time, as he blasted the hell out of the ball, drilling it with the one-wood a good two-hundred and forty yards, almost to the green. He shook his head, and chuckled, as he walked towards the cart before saying "Damn, got to get a bit angry before I swing more often."

I laughed, and took my turn, as we finished the round. I knew better to ask more. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to read between the lines. The first week back went well. We vested the OB/GYN on Tuesday, a family doctor on Wednesday morning, and snuck in a dental appointment Wednesday afternoon. Surprisingly, she only had three cavities. As for the other two doctor visits, examinations proved that she has had anal sex in the past, with evidence of tearing at the anus. She was a frightened little girl on both visits, and looked nervously at Meg and I before answering the doctors rather personal questions.

Meg took her shopping two evenings, and my sister spent a good chunk of change getting her properly attired in non-redneck fashions. This definitely perked the teen's spirits up, as she had to show me everything she had got on the two trips. It was while they were off shopping though, that I finally had a chance to talk to Annie. She called me, actually, and of course, I had questions. I first asked about her sleeping with me, with me explaining that I wasn't too sure this was a good idea. Annie reassured me by saying that Dolly's having security issues, and she feels safe sleeping with me. She did go on to say that the girl is looking forward to learning proper sex from me. I was a bit shocked at this, and I could tell that Annie was having a hard time keeping from chuckling over that one.

I also asked about her shyness in way of nudity around me. Annie explained that Dolly was going through a teen phase of not being confident about her looks. So naturally, when she started showing me the new clothes she had gotten on her shopping trips with Meg, I went out of my way complimenting her on how well she looked in them. Annie did have one suggestion that I immediately set out to do. She knew I was to be on vacation, and she suggested that I take her on a nice trip somewhere, where we could relax and get to know each other a bit more. I thought about it for a day or two, with no idea where to take the girl. Finally, I pulled out my Rand McNally and on the national road map in front, I drew a circle around Nashville, with a diameter of a days drive. That didn't help, as that covered a lot of ground. I crossed off Georgia, which in turn eliminated Florida, save for the panhandle. Going North really wasn't an option, as I wasn't too sure about taking a teen along, as this would arouse suspicion. Actually, this worried me a lot. I almost decided not to go anywhere. Then, looking at the map, I decided the gulf coast, in particular Alabama.

On Friday afternoon, right after she got done showing off more outfits she had bought the previous night, I said "Well, you better pack those things up then."

She had a hurt look on her face, and she poutingly asked "Why?"

I smiled, saying "Because we're going on vacation. How about a beach?"

She was ecstatic, as she hollered out "Yippee!", before jumping onto my lap and giving my lips a quick kiss, and asking "When we leaving? And where too?"

I chuckled, "In the morning. We'll head down to Alabama onto the gulf coast." I kissed her cheek, saying "Now, go pack your things, as well as clothes for me. We’ll be gone for a week."

She hurried off towards the bedroom, and soon I heard her cheery singing as she got things ready. I, on the otter hand, pulled over my laptop, whereupon I got online and searched for someplace to stay. Naturally, it's August. Biggest vacation time for everyone. It took a solid ninety minutes before I found a condo that wasn't too damn high, that I reserved for the two of us. It was a single bedroom, but I decided that since she's sleeping with me anyway, that wasn't an issue. She was an excited little girl the rest of the day, as she kept going on and on about never having been anywhere before. I just smiled and let her go on.

The next day we headed south, my vehicle packed, and her bright-eyed and bushytailed, looking forward to a new adventure. We left Nashville as the morning sun began to rise, and arrived at our destination at just after three in the afternoon. The place was rather nice. We had a ground floor condo, overlooking the complex's pool. She was in heaven. We went out to eat, and came back and swam. The next six days were the same. get up, go have breakfast, come back and swim, take a break for lunch, go to the pool or to the beach, then dinner, then back to the pool, then shower off the days events, and get into bed where she was dead to the world. Swimming with Dolly was pleasant. It seemed to others that we were a father/daughter duo. And for the most part, it felt like it. The only problem we had, was one snoopy lady, and that was on Thursday. We had just spent three hours in the pool, and I got out, exhausted, and laid down on a lounge chair. Well, Dolly swam a bit, talking to a few other teenage girls, before she climbed out of the pool. She should have gotten onto her own lounge chair, I've no idea why she decided to just lay down on top of my back on her belly, giggling the whole time. I laughed at first, before I just laid my had back down, and closed my eyes, as she used my back for a bed.

I heard a woman clear her throat, but I chose to ignore it. This was probably because I had no idea why she was doing so. Then I heard the comment, "That's obscene."

my first thought was 'what the hell is she talking about?' I opened my eyes, and raised my head, as Dolly giggled. I looked around, and there sat a woman two seats over. I guessed her to be in her early-fifties, a bit on the large size, but still not bad looking.

She then sort of grunted, and stated "Your really shouldn't let your daughter carry on like that, laying on top of you in such a position."

Oh Dolly, my sweet, not-so-innocent Dolly, as she shot back to the lady "I ain't his daughter, bitch. I'm his fucking wife!"

I wanted to crawl away and find a place to hide. The lady's eyes got real big, and she was sputtering out some rather unintelligible words, as I sat up, pulling Dolly around in front of me, and said to her sternly, "You do not talk to strangers like that, you understand. Even if they are ignorant. Okay."

She made a face, and she said "Yes Carl."

Dolly moved to the other lounger, and sat on it, crossing her arms and giving me one hell of a pout. I just smirked, and laid back down, this time on my back. I said "Go get in the pool, and I'll join you shortly, okay?"

She sat still for a few seconds, not moving, before rising to her feet and going to the pool and jumping in. The lady was still sitting there, not saying a word, just staring blankly straight ahead. The man sitting next to her, he was obviously her husband, he leaned forward, and asked softly, "Just how old is she, anyway?"

I replied "Fourteen."

The lady turned my way, and hissed out "You're having sex with a fourteen year-old? You should be arrested."

I laughed, as I then stated "I was arrested, falsely accused of getting her pregnant. She wanted out of her house where she was getting fucked in the ass by her dad and three brothers." Yeah, a priceless moment. The look on her fucking face, one of total shock. Which didn't get any better when I added "And besides, I haven't had sex with her, which still isn't any of your business."

A female's voice from the other side blurted out "So what you're saying is, you married her so she could get out of an incestuous household."

"Actually, I married her because her daddy accused me of knocking her up. She told him she was pregnant, and he wanted to pin the blame on someone other than he or his sons." I said as I turned and looked her way. Damn, not bad. About my age perhaps, maybe a bit older.

"But still, she's out of a worse relationship than being married to you." She stated.

"Gee, thanks." I said dryly.

She cringed, "No, I mean..."

I laughed, "I know what you mean. Yeah, this is probably a lot better. I've already have her enrolled in a home schooling plan, and she's already had proper medical care, both physical and mental." I then made a little white lie, saying "As a matter of fact, I was hoping she would want to get into some sort of children’s home once we got out of Georgia to where I live, but her shrink decided it best if she stays under my care. It seems she's already bonded to me as it is. More of a proper father figure, I suppose."

"I'm sorry." was the response I got from the other lady. I turned and looked at her, and she added, "Look, I didn't know."

I smiled, "You wouldn't have, unless you spoke up. Don't worry, I don't blame you."

Her husband then said "Well, she sure seems bent on being your wife."

I just grinned, "Yeah, I'm still not sure how to properly handle that one. She's been working her tail off the last two weeks, making sure that meals are cooked, the house is clean and the laundry's done."

He responded with "What a woman!" followed by a sharp "Owww!" as his wife slapped him.

His wife then sighed, stood and walked towards the pool. She got in and swam over to Dolly. Dolly wouldn't even look at her at first, but the lady eventually got her to start talking with her. The other lady also went to the pool and joined them, and soon all three were chatting away. The other guy, and the husband of the second woman, we just sat there, watching. I'm sure they were wanting to ask questions, but they remained silent the whole time. For some reason, I wasn't surprised when ninety minutes later, all three women got out of the pool, and the first lady said "Well, why don't you all come to our condo for dinner then."

Dolly giggled, replying "Sure, I would like that."

We went and changed and in another hour, we were at their condo, talking and having dinner, and then more talking afterwards. Their names were Jan and Bob, and the second couple were Doug and Cindy. They each had a few kids with them, and it was a rather pleasant evening. Comical in a way, also. For Dolly had a hard time trying to decide whether to play with the two teen girls of Cindy, plus the teen daughter of Jan, or sit and talk with the adults.

About midnight we headed back to our condo, and once inside, we took turns in the shower, with me going first. I was laying in the bed, under the covers, when she came out wearing nothing as usual. Sometime at the beginning of the week, she stopped being modest around me. I really wasn't sure when it was, as I sat and thought about it as she came and slid under the covers next to me on my right. I was reading, as I felt her come up along side of me, the front of her naked torso against my side, as she reached her right arm across my chest.

I sighed, putting down my book, and my right arm down along her backside, as I kissed the top of her head, and asked "You feel better?" She nodded her head yes. "And what did you learn today?"

She sighed deeply, and replied "That once people are explained the facts, they tend to be not as ignorant." She paused, before she asked "Carl, will you ever love me?"

With a hearty chuckle I stated the obvious, "I must already do, Dolly."

"Why you say that?" she asked.

"Because, you're still in bed with me, on vacation." I responded.

She responded with a giggle, and a quick kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, Carl."

It was a bit difficult getting to sleep that night, even more than the first night she spent in bed with me, for now I knew I was probably stuck with her until she tires of me. Thinking of course only made it worse. There were lots of things to do, and a lot of ignorant people out there. And, a lot of people that probably think they know better. That night, I decided to try sticking to just a father-daughter type of relationship. Well, a more normal one that she had experienced anyway. Upon our return from vacation, I sat down and talked with Ann. She agreed to an extent, and told me should would help me, and Dolly, along. Of course, one way of getting her mind off of things, was to get her involved in things. Church was a good start. And after a rather inspirational sermon by the good reverend on the ruining of innocence, and ignorance of people that don't know the facts, Dolly fit in nicely. By October she was helping running Sunday School classes for her age group. And also by October, she was fitting in nicely with her schoolmates.

I was surprised at how well she fit into the group of young ladies she was to study with for the next four years. I think she was a novelty among them at first, but then a good bonding friendship developed among them. She became very outgoing, much to my insistence at first, as well as help from Annie and my sister Meg, who acted like a big sister to her, taking Dolly and the girls on shopping sprees at the drop of a hat. A year went by, followed by another. Her sixteenth birthday was fast approaching late in her third school year when I noticed it. I didn't know what it was, but something was bothering her. She was looking at me strangely, off and on for a few weeks, and I really wanted to ask her what the problem was. her schooling has been great, for she's become a very sharp student. And she has even accompanied me on a few job sites when she wasn't suppose to be in class. Oh yes, classes. I was still teaching computer science, and even a few parents have sat in on my classes. And, after it became known about my mini-gym, I had become the Phys Ed instructor as well. Nothing sexual there, just me helping a group of young ladies keep in shape and find ways to relax and compete in various forms of recreation.

As for sex...very little. There was more than once where she would try to start something, by playfully grabbing my manhood or rubbing her bare, firm young and growing breasts up against me and making some sort of sexual proposition. I would always laugh, and play with her, but no intercourse. She seemed content with that, or so it seemed. She did have biology classes this past semester, and of course, she wryly smiled as she examined my body one night, telling me it's for her anatomy lesson. I had to scold her as she was examining my very hard prick a bit too long during her so-called lesson.

A few weeks later, she asked if she could have her classmates over for her sixteenth birthday slumber party. Like I was going to say no? Besides, this wasn't the first one she has hosted. it seems that they all take turns hosting all-nighters, and it was now her turn and it just coincided with her birthday.

The day was a warm one, as I arrived home from work a about noon that Saturday. The girls were all there, and by this time, there were eighteen in her group. Eighteen young nubile females. Any guys dream, probably...unless you've actually experienced it. I think this was probably our fourth or fifth time hosting the girls slumber party in the last two-plus years. Pretty much, they take sleeping mats into the furnished basement, and hang-out. And I stay upstairs, along with whatever other parent or parents are in attendance. No, no one objects to my home hosting the party, I was the one that actually demanded that another couple be in attendance. Usually Meg even comes and stays as well.

As usual, for all events, we've a late afternoon brunch set up. Dolly took care of the arrangements, as a few of her girlfriends helped her out. This was one of the rules, where the students had to take care of the arrangements, while us parents, and in my case spouse, were to be left alone. I was sitting in the living room, with Bill and Jane Goodlet, chatting when Dolly and the Goodlets daughter Rita brought us food and drink. Us adults thanked them, and as we ate and drank, we talked. I was done with my food in ten minutes, maybe fifteen, as were the other couple. A few minutes passed by, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Sleepy, but my mind was telling me that I should not be tired. My vision was getting blurry, and sound seemed to be distorted. I tried looking at the Goodlets, Jane had fell over, her head hanging off the end of the couch, while Bill, he was wavering, looking at his wife with an astonished look on his face, before turning and looking at me. I tried getting up, but the floor came up to me fast.

I could only remember bits and pieces after that. Someone, or someone’s, were trying to drag me. Then I felt hands removing my clothes, or at least trying to. There were comments, and I kept hearing Dolly saying to be careful. Another comment, about not being enough room, someone spoke about my cock, something about it being so big. I felt my body being moved again, people, or rather, girls were trying to get me to my feet. My eyes opened as I felt myself falling, and I saw the wall approaching quickly. I was out after that.

My head hurt. God, did it hurt! I brought my left hand up, and felt a large knot on the left side of my forehead. I groaned, and I herd Meg say "Be still, Carl." as her hand touched my arm.

I opened my eyes, and saw I was in a hospital bed, and saw Meg on one side of me, and Dolly on the other. Meg looked rather mad, I've seen that look on her before. Dolly, well, she looked scared to death, and she obviously had been crying. I asked "What happened?" Meg sighed, and glared at my teen wife, who lowered her face, not wanting to look at me. I glanced at Meg, and said "I take it someone's in big trouble."

She gruffly replied "A group of someone’s."

I looked at Dolly, and asked "You care to explain, young lady?" She sniffled back a tear, and Meg started to clear her throat. I looked at my sister, and said "You go on, I want a word with my wife." her nostrils flared, and I waved her off. Once Meg was out of the room, I gestured to Dolly, saying "Come here." She wouldn't budge, and I smiled, "Don't worry, I'm sure Meg yelled enough at you for both her and I, now come on, sit by me." She slowly came up towards the head of the bed, and sat on my right, just at my elbow. She was looking away from me, as I said "Now look at me, and tell me what happened."

She threw her upper body down on top of my chest, sobbing as she said "Oh Carl, I'm so sorry, we didn't mean for you tog et hurt."

I was patting her back with my left hand, trying to comfort her. She cried for a good five minutes, not saying a thing, before I saw Meg come back in, with a doctor right behind her. Dolly moved off of me, sitting in the corner, wiping the tears from her eyes. Meg said something to her, and I snapped something back at Meg, which I was rewarded with a scowl. And, still no answer. The doctor announced that I needed to rest, and that the catheter would be removed now that I was awake, along with the IV tube. Damn, didn't even notice it. But I sure did ten minutes later when the nurse came in and removed them. Both stayed in the room until the next day, and still no explanation. I was cleared to go, and Meg drove us home, I was kind of surprised to find that it was Monday already.

Once inside, I went on up to my bedroom, with assistance from both of them. I then said to Dolly, "Go on out into the hallway, I want to talk to Meg for a second."

Oh shit, she looked as if she was going to cy again, as she stepped outside, and closed the door. I then asked "So, what exactly happened?"

She sighed, "Well, long story, but it seemed they drugged you and the Goodlets, knocking the three of you out.?"

My response was, "Why?"

She answered me with "Best if you ask your wife that."

I frowned, and thought for a spell, after saying "I'll be dong that again real soon." Then I asked "And what about the Goodlts and the other girls?"

"The Goodlets will be fine. All they fell onto was the couch. They only woke with bad hangovers. You nailing your head on the wall was what stopped their exercise in futility. Luckily, you've only a concussion." She stated. Then she said "All eighteen girls are in deep trouble, and the parents, surprisingly asked for a punishment from you for all of them."

I snorted, "They can clean every one of their houses, as a team, top to bottom."

She smiled, "I'll pass it along. Dolly included, of course."

"Of course." I grabbed her hand, and asked "Was this idea, was it Dolly's?"

"Surprisingly, no. it was Annie's niece." She replied.

"Meg, be kind to her. I know, I could have gotten killed, but she is scared to death now." I pleaded.

"And she damn well should be." She sighed, squeezed my hand, and said "I'll send her in. I'll be in the kitchen making lunch."

She left my side and went out the door. I heard her talking, then silence, save for her footsteps heading towards the kitchen. A few seconds passed, and the door creaked open, and there was my Dolly. She meekly came to the side of the bed, and I lifted the coves up, inviting her under them. She crawled underneath the sheets, and up against me, with me putting my arm about her. I sighed, as I felt her do the same. "You ready to talk?"

"No." she said meekly.

I chuckled, saying "Well you better start. For you and the other girls have a lot of work ahead of you."

"I didn't mean for you to get hurt, Carl." She stated in a whisper.

"I'm sure you didn't." I replied. I patted her butt, and asked "Now, why did you girls drug me."

"A class project."

"A class project? In what? Anesetheology?" I asked.

She sighed, "No. more like reproduction."

"Reproduction? Reproduction of what?" It hit me, as I said "Oh." I thought for a second, and asked "And just exactly how was this to be a class project?"

Another sigh, as she pressed her body hard against me. "They were going to help me get pregnant by you."

Well, teamwork is important, I guess. Thankfully, it didn't involve me getting the other seventeen pregnant as well. "So, what happened, from the beginning."

"Well, we put some drugs into your food and..."

I interrupted, saying "No, from the beginning. Like how did you girls come up with this idea?"

Another heart-felt sigh. "I guess that's partly my fault."

Why Dolly?"

"Well, I sort of was bragging about you, and telling the guys about your thingy." she replied.

"My thingy has a proper name, Dolly. Now go on, start from the beginning."

Another sigh, damn, wish she would stop doing that. "Last slumber party, at Mary Kate's. I was telling them about examining your thingy I mean, your penis. And well, we got to talking, and Julie, Annie's niece, suggested that we should do a class project on me being pregnant." She raised her head up, "I've always wanted to carry your child, and well, I thought it was a good idea at the time."

I chuckled, and with the palm of my left hand, I pressed her head back down to my shoulder, saying "We’ll see, okay?"

"Okay, Carl." Another long sigh, before she said "Anyway, whenever us girls were away from the adults, we would plan this out. mary Kate and Julie, they got a hold of some sleeping pills from their parents medicine cabinets. And Deb, she stole a pill of viagra from her dad's medicine."

"Deb Johnson? The ministers daughter?" I said shockingly. She nodded, and I let out a chuckle, before saying "Go on."

"Well, we were taking my vaginal temp, and checking my schedule, and decided that this weekend would be a good time to try it. I really didn't want all of the girls here, but well, we figured it would arouse suspicion if it wasn't all of us. So when we got the food and drink ready for you and Rita's parents, we made sure you three had plenty of stuff to knock you guys out in your food. And we crushed the viagra up as well for you."

I may have to talk to the reverend about getting me some of that sometime, when I'm ready for her. "And then things went wrong."

"Yeah, big time. First, you weren't supposed to have tried standing up. It would have been easier f you would have just laid down on the couch, like Rita's parents did." I noticed some frustration in her voice when she said that. "And then, it took a good forty minutes to get you out from between the chair and the big-screen television. And then another thirty minutes to get your clothes pulled off." A slight pause, "Some of them got me a bit miffed when they were taking liberties with your body, patting your, um, penis and all."

I had to stifle a laugh, damn girl seems to be a bit jealous. "So, then what? You tried standing me up and I fell.?"

"No, that was later. First I tried getting you inside of me, but your penis was too darn big." She turned her face upwards, and said "You're a lot bigger down there than daddy or my brothers. I really didn't think I’d have a problem." She laid her head back down, and said "We eventually got a few inches inside of me, but we couldn't get you to, um, what's the word?"

"The proper word is ejaculate, but you can use the word cum." I said, trying not to laugh.

"Okay, some of the girls were pulling on your penis, as the end was in me, and one girl, I think it was Mary Kate, she was rubbing your balls, while Julie was rubbing my clit..."

"Testicles and clitoris, Dolly, use the proper words." I corrected her.

"All the time?" she asked poutingly.

With a smirk, I stated "You'll know when you don't need to."

That flew over her head, as she went on to say "Anyway, ten minutes and nothing. Some of the other girls were a bit flustered, saying that their parents don't last more than five minutes." My side's hurting, I really need to laugh. "So, I decided that maybe it would be easier if you were on a bed. I was also hoping that a bit of privacy would help."

"And so you girls tried getting me to my feet, and I fell into the wall." I stated.

She corrected me, "Actually, we tried puling you, but I didn't like one of the girls pulling on your penis so hard. That things attached and I really want to eventually use it a lot." She tilted her face up, "When you think I'm ready."

I didn't miss a beat, "Keep going, Dolly." I was wondering which girl was trying to pull my pecker off?

"So, it too six of us to get you to your feet, and then, we got about three steps, and wham, Mary Kate lost her grip on her side, and away you went." She sighed again, and said in a low voice, "Some of the girls, they started running around screaming, but I kept my head, or so I thought, and called Meg. When Meg got here, she blew up, calling 911 and then she started yelling at us. The ambulance came, with the cops....they were smiling awfully big...and then another two ambulances for Rita's parents." She stopped talking, laying perfectly still. Then I felt her body shiver, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Carl, you ain't going to get rid of me, are you?"

I first wanted to ask if we made the local news, but thought better of it, for I'm sure we had. I'm sure the county prosecutor is involved somehow, or at least was. I calmly assured her, "No, it's 'you are not getting rid of me.' And no, I am not putting you out on the street."

Silence, and finally she squeezed up against me, saying "Thank you, Carl."

I drifted back to sleep after that, being woken to eat a light lunch, with Meg scowling at Dolly the whole time. Ron and Annie came over, and it turns out that Meg had already talked to them. It seems more punishment was handed down to the girls, for my idea turned out to be not enough for some of the parents. Extra school assignments, plus essays were to be written on how not to handle relationships. The next two weeks went by, and things slowly returned to normal. Another month, and it was almost the end of the school year. And all this time since the incident, I had been thinking. Yes, this did put a strain on our relationship. Not to mention between Dolly and Meg. But you know, I finally realized, that we were actually husband and wife, and I had learned to forgive her, and she really does adore me.

Not surprisingly, no more sleepovers were allowed the remainder of the school year. The girls did pay for it dearly, though. All the parents, and myself included, tried working them to death. And teaching them was a bit interesting, as all were giving me rather strange looks during their classes I taught. I also had a bit of revenge, by making them all run, with me, long distance runs at the local high school track. Usually three miles at a time, when the mood fits, six miles. It was after the last phys ed class of the school year, the girls had all been picked up, and I had already taken my shower. Dolly just finished hers, and had come out, wearing a towel on her head, and nothing else. Her body, since she's been my wife, has developed somewhat. She has a very nice curvy waist, and her breasts, although a small C-cup, were perky, with a pair of delightfully delicious looking pink nipples.

She was hobbling somewhat, as she approached the bed, and I asked "You sore?"

She nodded, saying "Yeah Carl, my thighs are." She reached down and rubbed them, asking "How far did you make us run today, anyway?"

I chuckled, grabbing her left arm and pulling her to me, replying "Almost seven miles. I wanted to give the girls something to remember me by this summer." I guided her to the bed, adding "Lay on your tummy, I'll rub your legs down."

She smiled, and did as I asked. I soon was massaging the back of her thighs, admiring the view of her firm, round ass, and seeing her full pussy lips down below her ass. I got to thinking again, about some things I had been wondering about. I finished her left thigh, and went to work on her right. she moaned happily, as I worked the knots out of her muscles. "You like that?"

"Yeah." she replied.

Ten minutes later, and I was through. We dressed, and went to eat, before returning home and watching the television. Then off to bed. She was in bed first, as I climbed in to join her, asking "How your legs feeling, Dolly?"

She rolled onto her back, and stretched her body out under the covers, the edge of the blanket falling down below her bare breasts, as she smiled, saying "A lot better, now."

I Smiled, as I crawled into bed, grabbing the blanket and covering her breasts up. I noticed her frown when I did that, as I asked "So, you ready for summer break?" she nodded her head, a big smile on her face. I then asked "So what you want to do this summer?"

She made a face, as if she was thinking of an idea, shrugging and saying "Oh, I don't know."

"Maybe you just need more schooling." I stated, as I rolled up onto my side along side of her.

She protested, "I do not!", as my right hand went down her body to the warm mound of her sex. She got a surprised look on her face, and asked with a sly smile, "What type of schooling?"

I kissed her cheek, and as my forefinger found her slit, I said "I thought maybe some extra help in sex education."

She sounded disappointed as she replied "But we've never had classes in that."

I chuckled, "Yeah, I know." I worked my finger into her dry slit, and tried entering her cunt, as I said "A bit dry and rough, huh?"

She sighed, and nodded her head while saying dejectedly, "Yeah."

I pulled my hand up from her crotch, and sucked my middle finger into my mouth as she watched. I then reached down and tried slipping my finger inside of her, it now pushing in much easier, making her gasp, and mutter out "Ohhhh."

I sank my finger in all the way, with my thumb against her clit, as I said "is that better?"

She giggled, saying gleefully, "Yeah, it sure is." Then a shocked look on her face, as she asked "You mean if I would have sucked on your prick it would have gone in better?"

I started laughing, and said "It might have helped, yeah."

She said a curt "Damn!" Then I felt her body relax, and she smiled, saying "That does feel good, Carl." Her hips started to buck, and I moved my face to her right tit, and sucked gently on her hardening nipple, causing her to moan. Her hand came to rest on my head as I suckled her teat, while I gently finger fucked her hot box, which by now was getting quite wet on it's own. A few minutes, and her hips slammed down, her tight vagina clenching my probing finger, as her hand grasped my head pulling me tightly against her breast, while she cried out in orgasmic bliss. gently eased my finger from hr hole, making her whimper, as I raised my head and kissed her lips.

With shortness of breath, she asked 'How come you’ve never done that before?"

I chuckled, "Because you weren't ready for it."

"And you think I am now" she asked.

"We'll see. You've lots of things to learn." I replied.

"Like what? I already know everything." she said defensively.

"Yeah, sure. Like lubrication." I said with a snort. She started to protest, but I put my fingers to her lips, and said "Shhh." She relaxed, and I then stated "Don’t worry, soon you'll learn lots of neat things. Okay?" She grinned, as she shook her head vigorously. We kissed, with our tongues exploring each others hot mouths. Breaking apart, I said "Now, come on, you've one lesson down, and a lot more to learn." She giggled as she rolled onto her side, and I cuddled up behind her, my hand grabbing a boob and gently massaging it for a spell. She sighed softly, and soon, she was sound asleep.

I went on to work the next day, and came home to find her in the basement working out. We greeted each other with a kiss, before we made dinner together and then watched a movie. And again, once in bed, I fingered her to a good orgasm, making her writhe under my touch. I did this for a week, every night getting her off, with her pleading for some more action all the time. Then on Saturday night, with her still recovering from a nice glowing cum, I crawled down and pushed her legs apart, and put my face in her wet cunt. Her scent was sweet, as I ran my tongue around her sex. And soon she was moaning, before she let out a shriek, her body going through hard convulsions as she had what had to be the biggest orgasm of her young life. As she panted to catch her breath, I crawled up her body, and sucked on both of her heaving breasts, before engaging my lips to her lips. She moaned into my mouth and after we stopped kissing, she pulled on y back with her arms, pulling me even tighter against her, saying "Oh god, Carl, that was fucking great!"

Chuckling, I said "Watch your mouth little girl."

She bucked her hips, causing her wet snatch to rub against my belly, as she said "We're in bed together, any words are fair game here, bub!" She then put her hands on the front of my shoulders, and pressed against me. I pushed my upper body up just a bit, allowing those perky pink breasts of hers to breathe, as she asked with a wide grin, "So, when do we get to fuck."

I acted disgusted by her use of the word, as I playfully scolded her, "Now Dolly, that's not a nice thing to say."

She pushed hard against my chest with the palms of both hands, and I allowed her to push me off form on top of her, rolling onto my back as she sat up, saying boldly, "Oh bullshit, Carl. You've been getting me off nightly for the past week." Her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft at the base of it, as she went on, "And I have yet to taste that nice pecker of yours. And we've been married for almost two years now."

I laughed, "Well, go on then. Get a good taste."

She was all giggles, as she moved to my crotch, and stuck her tongue out, flicking it around the head of my very hard wood. I reached down and brushed the hair off the side of her face, allowing me to watch her go to work. Once done licking the head, she put her lips around the end, and started swirling her tongue around the tip, while sliding her hand up and down my prick. And all the while, she was watching my face. I just chuckled, as I put my hand on the back of her head, and said "Yeah, you're doing good, real good."

She stopped sucking, and asked in a quick voice, "So when do I advance to the next step?"

Laughing, as she resumed sucking on my heavy meat, I replied, "As soon as you pass this step."

Oh yes, she's good at this. Of course, she had plenty of practice when she was living with her brothers and dad. They sure did teach her this part well. And, in about five minutes, I groaned as my pecker erupted, sending thick ropes of cum into her hot little mouth. I watched with a big smile, as her throat bulged each time she swallowed my spunk. Once the last dribble of cum drained from my wilting pecker, she let go of my meat and crawled up on top of my chest, her soft breasts pressed into me. I kissed her forehead, and said "Now, get some sleep. I do believe your period is about to start soon, anyway."

She sighed a sad sigh, and mumbled out "Shoot, I want it, Carl!"

I chuckled as I patted her bare ass, while saying "All in good time, lover."

She started to spot the next day, and was in full flow a day after that. So for the next four days, I received plenty of oral attention from my little lady. Then, I wouldn't allow her to suck me off for almost a week, instead I did the eating, as I buried my face between her slim thighs nightly, getting her off at least a few times each time. I should have known she knew what I was up to.

It was a Saturday morning, and I was working out in the basement. W had already eaten, and she said something about making a cake. I came up the stairs, feeling good and sore from an hour of hitting the weights, and entered the kitchen. It was a very sunny day, and there she stood at the kitchen counter. saw a side profile of her, a smile on her face, her small round breasts bare as usual, as she was working on the cake she had just pulled from the oven. I asked "You through?"

She jerked her head around, and she replied with a nod while saying "Yeah."

I pulled my shorts off, and laid them on a chair at the table, and sad "Come here."

Giggling she came around the table, and climbed onto my lap, and wrapping her arms about my neck, we kissed. My cock surged to life, while our tongues danced, my hands gently rubbing her smooth teen skin. pushed her up onto the table, and buried my face in her pussy, and she squealed with delight as I ate her good. One thing for Dolly, with her big clit, if you lick it good, she cums quickly. And loud! As she laid on the table, stood up, and she was rubbing her delicate breasts, a big smile on her face. I leaned over her, my pecker making a bee line for paradise, and I asked "You ready?"

"What you have in mind, Carl?" she asked with a sweet giggle.

"To start a baby in you." I replied, as I eased my cock inside her tight body. She sighed, and closed her eyes, as I sank in easily, and was quite surprised at the fact I didn’t meet any resistance.

She opened her eyes, and saw my shocked face, and she laughed, "I figured you were ready to give me a baby, so took the liberty of popping my cheery with the handle of the shower brush a few weeks back."

I laughed, exclaiming "Well you little shit!" as I pulled out and sank in again.

She groaned as I bottomed out, I could feel the head of my cock squeezing past her cervix, as she replied "Oh Carl, I didn't want to feel pain the first time with you." A big sigh, and she moaned out "Oh god, does your cock ever feel a lot better than that plastic handle!"

I laughed, enjoying the snug fit her young pussy was providing, while saying "Yeah, I'm sure it does." I started pumping her at a moderate pace, feeling my balls start to tighten. knew this wouldn't take long, my first tem in her cunt, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my seed draining out of my balls, and then the wonderful feeling of my throbbing pecker, as I groaned loudly, my pecker dumping what felt like a gallon of baby-batter into her young womb. Her body suddenly stiffened, as she was frigging her clit, pushing herself into her pleasure zone.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, her body twitching underneath me. Her upper chest was crimson, as were her bare pussy lips, showing her arousal. She moaned out, "God Carl, t felt wonderful when you shot our stuff inside of me." Then she grinned, asking "Can you do it again?"

With a chuckle, I started working my pecker in and out of her once more, saying "I'll die trying, Dolly."

Giggling, with her heels digging into my ass, she said "Well, take me to our bedroom, I want you to mate me all damn day!"

I was laughing, as I leaned my body over hers, and she put her arms around my neck, as I slid my hands under her back at the waist, and easily picked her up. Her eyes bulged out, as she grunted, as my cock slammed deeper inside her, making her croak out "Gawd damn!" She was giggling the whole way to the bedroom, where I dropped our bodies on the bed, making us both grunt, and I started rutting away. She was giving me words of encouragement, telling me to plant a seed in her and other crude nonsense, and with the sweat dripping off my face onto her wet skin, I finally dumped my second load into her wickedly tight cunt.

Needless to say, I was exhausted! I leaned back, pulling my cock from her hot, pink box, admiring the sight of my sperm gently rolling out, dripping down to her little brown butt hole and onto the sheets. She moaned, and her hands came down to her crotch, rubbing the lips of her cunt softly, eyes closed, and saying "Oh god Carl. That was great!"

I chuckled, as I laid down on my aide to her left, and gently kissed her pinkish tinged cheeks, saying "It was a pleasure."

She gasped, turned her face to me, and asked excitedly, "You think you knocked me up?"

I grabbed her left tit, giving it a good playful squeeze, and stated "Well if not this week time, maybe next." kissed her lips, and added "'I’ll just have to keep pushing load after load into that fertile womb of yours until we succeed."

She giggled, then a surprised look on her face, as she exclaimed "Oh shit! The cake!"

She jumped out of bed, racing for the kitchen, as I chuckled and rolled onto my back, thinking that this isn't bad. A teenage wife that loves to cook, clean house, and is great in the sack. I might have to send her daddy a thank-you card. I was extremely relaxed, and it wasn't surprisingly that I dozed off. It probably wasn't more than ten minutes or so, just long enough for me to be in a sounds sleep. What woke me was the soft, wet feeling of her mouth as it nursed on my throbbing pecker. I raised my head and looked to see her cute cherub face, eyes glued to mine, as she worked my pecker with her mouth and little hands.

Then, she stopped sucking and crawled up to straddle my hips, and guided my pecker to her sex once more. She smiled, and I felt her body shudder as her young pussy engulfed my very happy prick. She started to move her hips, grinding her clit into my skin, as I grabbed her melons and played with them. She smiled as she looked down at me, asking "What about a name for our child?"

I laughed, saying "All in good time, Dolly. We're not even sure if you're with child yet."

She sighed, and sat straight up, reaching her thin arms up above her head, stating "I'm sure I am. Momma got knocked up the first time she did it. And so did her momma." She grinned, and said proudly, "I'm from a long line of prolific baby-makers. Why, I've heard that you just have to sneeze on one of momma's sisters and she'll get pregnant."

"Well, I hope it's this easy." I said, while laughing at what she said. I started thrusting my aching pecker up into her, and she moaned, enjoying the movement.

She sighed, placing her hands over mine on her fine-firm round breasts, and said wistfully, "I sure do enjoy this, Carl. I want to do this every night before bedtime, and every morning when we wake."

I laughed, saying "That's asking a lot, Dolly." She frowned, and I explained, "After all, you'll be a lot more busy razing our kids and all, which may tire you out some."

She smiled, "Yeah, perhaps." With a big grin, she went on to say "But I've been doing a lot of research, with the girls, and I can probably have lots of sex while knocked up."

"You think so, huh?" I asked, causing her to shake her head yes with confidence. "Well, I am a lot older than you, you know. I may be tired at times."

She squeezed her tummy and thighs, which had the effect of her tight cunt squeezing the crap out of my well used packer, as she said "I bet I can get you interested when I want it."

Laughing hard, I said "Yep! I'm sure you can, lover." I grabbed her by the waist, and sat up, then pulled her with me as I moved up absent the headboard. As she giggled, I turned her around on my cock, and pulled her back against my chest, and she moaned as I started rubbing her clit, with me not moving, getting a great view over her shoulder at where we were joined, as well as her luscious tits. Tits that was hoping would be growing soon while her belly starts to bulge out with child.

I took her three more times that day, and always getting her off with my mouth, fingers and cock. On Sunday, we didn't even get out of bed, except to eat and go potty, with both of us giving each other lots of love. And true to her word, she started having full intercourse with me as soon as we would wake in the morning, and just before we went to sleep. Of course, she missed her next period, and was overjoyed. I took her to her doctor, and she was indeed very pregnant.

When the school year started a month later, she asked if her and her classmates could do their special project, and with the approval of the other parents, I agreed. Each week, they would measure everything on Dolly, from weight, to how big her belly was swelling, as well as her breasts. And all the girls went along on the first sonogram, which not only proved she was indeed pregnant, but also that she's carrying twins. And yes, she enjoys sex while pregnant, usually on her side while laying on the couch or bed, while I satisfy both of our carnal needs. Something that we're planning on doing for years to come.

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