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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Pregnant At Seventeen by Lracson (address withheld) *** Pretty and traveling in Europe with members of her private school class, Esther, named after the woman in the Bible, met an older Frenchman. Romance followed and her virginity was left in a hotel bed in Paris. She returned to the US with twins growing in her belly, where Esther found she was kicked out the house when her father found out she was pregnant with the twins. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, preg) *** "Henri, we mustn't... you should leave... no... I can't let you removed my dress... not my bra... please, Henri... no... I can't raise my hips... oh Henri my love... don't take my panties off..." *** My parents weren't overly wealthy, but dad made a considerable income, and my mother didn't need to work outside our home. When I was seventeen, and graduated from high school, my parents allowed me to travel on the senior class trip to France and Germany, for a ten day trip. I had attended private schools during kindergarten through high school, and they were part of the large church my family and I attended. My upbringing included Sunday school and church each week, and on occasion, I would attend the Wednesday night services with my mother. When I dated, it was with someone from the church group, and our dates were limited to what my parents believed were wholesome dates. If I was permitted to attend a movie, it had to be G-rated, and so my life was fairly controlled. Now I was on a trip to Europe and the first four nights were in Germany, and the last six were in Paris. When we arrived in Paris, one of the students, the girl I roomed with became sick, and had to be hospitalized. Kathy was sent home the following day. That left me alone in my room. When we went to eat at the small restaurant, I noticed a man looking at me, and he appeared to be around thirty-five years old. When he smiled, I returned a nervous smile in return, and thought to myself, he is likely my dad's age. My father was thirty-seven, and my mother was thirty-three and she and I were the same size. After eating, everyone paired off and went shopping, and I decided to visit a small store that sold Limoges pieces of dinnerware and decorative items. While looking at the beautiful deep blue porcelain, with 22k and 24k gold trim, to purchase as a gift for my mother, I saw the man who had smiled at me in the restaurant. "Hello, I assume you're American... from where... I know your country somewhat as I have traveled to the USA," the tall slender man said with a beautiful accent? "Yes, I'm American, and I'm with a group of high school students and we are on our class trip to Germany and now France... where have you been in our country? "I have visited San Francisco, New York, the Grand Canyon, and do you know we have a "Grand Canyon" in France... you should see it... it is wonderful." When the man asked me to join him for a glass of wine, I told him I didn't drink but perhaps I could have a cup of tea. I was lonesome and the rest of the class on our two teachers who were chaperones was somewhere having a good time, and I felt alone. Thinking nothing could happen in public, I ignored the warnings we had been given about taking off alone to explore the cities or country, or to meet up with someone. "My name is Henri and I live on the Mediterranean near Nice, and you are, besides being an attractive American beauty?" Smiling at his remark, and as I replied told Henri, "I'm Esther... yes, my parents named me after the Jewish queen in the bible, and I live near Atlanta." After a while I followed Henri to a sidewalk café, and after a few moments of his speaking on the benefits of a good glass of wine, I agreed, although I knew I was being sinful. "What will one glass of wine hurt, and no one will ever know I drank it," I reasoned to myself. To my surprise, the wine was sweet and deep red in color, and Henri explained about the vintage and what cellar it was from. For the next two hours we spoke about where I was from... my family... Henri's family... and about wine. I never knew so much about wine and I found it was enjoyable. As we spoke, I was surprised when a man with an accordion and another playing a guitar, walked to our table and sang and played two songs for us. Henri told me we should dance, so only the two of us danced while the others at the café` watched and applauded after we finished dancing. "They think you are my young girlfriend, and are telling us I am a very lucky Frenchman to be with such an attractive lover... they believe we will make love all night after being serenaded by the two musicians. I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment, and yet I felt pleased to believe such a handsome man had found me pleasant. Having only been with boys in my church, and the occasional kiss on the cheek, or perhaps a quick kiss on my lips after a special date, I was happy to be found attractive. When Henri ordered the third glass of wine, I knew it was more than I could handle, but when the handsome man moved over and sat next to me, and was holding my hand in his, I couldn't believe it when he started kissing my fingertips. I loved feeling his lips travel and kiss their way over my hand and up my arm, and when Henri moved his lips to my throat, and kissed my neck in front of the whole world, I thought I would melt in pleasure. Feeling Henri lips on my throat, I felt my body become heated, and then he was muzzling my ear and kissing it while blowing warm air from his breath into my ear. My mind did not think when I felt his lips on my own and I knew a true kiss for the first time in my life. Henri had pressed his lips tight to mine, and after a few minutes, I moved my hands behind his head and pulled him to me even tighter. Slowly I opened my lips and allowed his tongue to search out my own, and I knew I was receiving my first French kiss, and by a French man, and in Paris, France. The sensations added to my feeling love with a worldly man... a man in France. When I felt Henri move his hand onto my left breast, I caught his in my own, but did not pull his hand away. I wondered if I was drunk or simply enjoying the romantic allure of France, the city of love in my mind. Henri suggested we go to my hotel room, and I thought he meant simply to take me home to my room for the night once we were outside my room; he took my room key and opened the door. We went inside and in a few moments, we were once more kissing. While holding me in his arms, I felt a man moving his hands over my body for the first time and under my dress, as Henri had unzipped it in the back. Henri had pulled my dress down my arms, and was feeling my breasts, and eventually slipped his right hand inside my bra. While I was moaning he must stop as we kissed, Henri had taken his other hand and reached down and pulled my dress up and was feeling my legs. I felt his hand move so smoothly over my legs, and thought at first, "I'm glad I shaved my legs this morning." Then I was feeling a man's hand forcing my legs apart and commence feeling the skin on my inner thighs. Then it happened and I was at a loss to decide if I wanted his hands from my body, or have him continue his exploration of my upper legs, as Henri's fingers were feeling my panties and I knew they were damp, as I could feel them wet against my sex. For several minutes I felt my body surrendering to the erotic and highly sexual arousal caressing of Henri's hands as they played with my breast and across the panties covering my sex. There was no way I could keep my thighs closed, and I moaned out, and told Henri, "Ummmm, Henri, I don't care what you do, but I can't go all the way. Just touch me anyway you wish... I've never loved a man before... I'm pure and..." Henri pulled me to him and in doing so, removed his hand from inside my bra and my dress dropped back down over my legs. I remember how he had moved his hands down inside the back of my panties, and was caressing my hips, first one and then the other, and I wanted to be touched all over. Then I was enjoying a feeling I understood was wicked, but I was soon loving the feeling of a man's hands roaming across my hips, and feeling them squeezed firmly. Henri picked me up and carried me to my bed, and laid both of us down. Now we were lying on my bed, and his hands were once again feeling my breasts, my legs and moving his fingers under my panties. I knew his fingers were seeking my sex... and wondered if I wanted him to stop his exploring for my female mark? Before I realized, in my wine fogged mind what was happening, I found Henri slowly removing my dress. Without my stopping him, Henri unhooked my bra behind my back, and then he was trying to remove my panties, the only item of clothing I was still wearing. While being undressed I recall telling the man the age of my father, that he mustn't take my clothes off, yet I took no action to his undressing me, I simply whispered out a weak protest. "Henri, we mustn't... you should leave... no... I can't let you removed my dress... not my bra... please, Henri... no... I can't raise my hips... oh Henri my love... don't take my panties off..." I watched with wonder in my eyes as Henri got up from the bed, and in my mind, thought he was going to leave, which I didn't want. Instead, I watched as the first man in my life was undressing before me, and then I saw him in the nude. The first penis was before my eyes and I wondered how something so large could enter my body. After he was undressed, Henri reached down and pulled me to my feet, and had me stand so he could look at me. "You're very pretty, and your body is perfect, Miss Esther, and your breasts are very large and firm..." Until then, I hadn't really thought about my body, but I knew that my breasts were 36-C, and on my five-one body, they seemed even larger, as I only weighed a 105 pounds. Now a man was seeing me nude for the first time, and telling me how pretty I was. We lie back on the bed, and when I felt Henri sucking my breasts, I loved the feeling. I felt Henri kissing my stomach, and understood I was about to experience oral sex. In school, and even my mother had once told me that woman and men were foul if they made love with their mouths. Yet in only moments, I felt Henri moving his lips all over my sex and he started licking it and in a few moments I had what I knew was an orgasm. My eyes were shut, but it seemed as if I could see his tongue clipping and licking my sex. W hen I climaxed, I whispered, "Darling... oh my darling Henri... you're making me a woman, I'm getting it... aren't I darling... Henri... I'm getting off... augh, my Henri." I could feel my body heaving up from the bed, and the more I uttered out my release, the faster and harder I felt Henri licking my clitoris. Henri's tongue was licking my vaginal slit from top to bottom, and I would occasionally feel his tongue flip across my anus, and at times his tongue attempted to push up my neither hole. Finally the sensations were as strong as I felt him nipping my clitoris with his lips as he flipped my hard button with his tongue. Unable to take his oral love on my sex any longer, I asked him, "Stop... please stop, oh my darling Henri... I can't stop getting off, no more... it is so strong... aughhhh." While my body was still tense from my orgasm, Henri moved up over me and placed his penis against my sex. I cried out, "NO... HENRI YOU MUST STOP... I'M A VIRGIN... I CAN'T DO IT... nooooo Henri my love... you must stop!" My voice tapered off from a near shouting level to where it was only a week whisper. When Henri rose up on his hands and looked down at me, he asked in a surprised and pleasant voice, "You're a virgin... you've never had sex... I licked a virgin to her first climax...?" "Yes... I've never seen a man naked before, nor have I been nude before or even had a man touch me in any way... Henri we need to stop..." Feeling his hard erection pressing at the lips guarding my sex, I felt it slowly pressing me open, and trying to enter my body. "Henri, let's stop... I loved feeling your lips and tongue on my pussy, but I'm scarred and yes, my love, I'm still a virgin and I..." Then it was too late and I fel his firm manhood probing up into my body... when I felt it slipping just inside my sex... then it was going deeper and I became frightened. I tried to draw back from him as he was going deeper in my body. Without any warning, the erect and hard manhood was pushing completely up deep inside me, and I felt a strange pain... it hurt but it didn't hurt, I cried out in some feeling I couldn't describe... "Augh, Henri... what did you do... you took my virginity, didn't you... it kind of hurts but feels good, I..." I knew and fully understood I was no longer a virgin, and for five minutes or so, I felt the strong slender Frenchman moving his penis back and forth in my sex. When I felt him stiffen, I knew what was happening, and for whatever the reason, I wrapped my legs around his back and told him, "Henri give it... give me your seed... love." I will never know if it was during the first time Henri came in me that night. Or the second time or third time during my first night of enjoying sex, that my body was on its way to motherhood. Or perhaps it was during the fourth or fifth time in the morning when Henri had entered my sex and placed his seed in me... which time it happened made no difference... I begged Henri to shoot his seed in me. I found out later that Henri had not only given me his seed... I had twins growing inside me, to prove he had planted his seed in my womb. When Henri and I had sex the second time, I climaxed, and the next morning on both occasions that we joined our bodies together in love, I enjoyed a climax each time. I attempted to perform oral sex on Henri before after we showered, and at first couldn't enjoy the act, but in what seemed like moments, I was in love with performing oral sex. When I placed my lips on his erection, I could see how purple like the end of his erection was, and I kissed around the head of his manhood for a few minutes, then opened my lips and moved my mouth over the end of his thick male stalk. While Henri was telling me how wonderful I made him feel, he was asking me to move my lips down lower on his prick. Henri whispered and asked, "Darling, move your mouth up and down and suck my prick," while using my face to make love to him. Although it was only my mouth that I was using to slowly make love and have oral sex on his erection, I knew he would shoot his stuff in my mouth. I knew and wanted what would eventually happen. Could I take his male juices in my mouth without gagging, it seemed like such a wicked and foul thing to do, and I remember mom's saying just that to me many times. I listened as Henri would ask me, "Suck my dick... suck my dick... make me cum." I could feel his hands helping me move my mouth up and down on his long and thick penis, and suddenly I started enjoying doing oral sex on the older man. I felt his body starting to become tense and I felt a power like feeling, and it was because I was in charge of the sex, so unlike when he was taking my pussy with his long manhood. The feeling of his smooth male organ felt so unique in my mouth, I understood why some of the girls at school said it was the only sex they would do with their boyfriends. Kathy my close friend in school, she said she staid a virgin by giving head, and loved having a boy come in her mouth. *** One day Kathy and I were eating lunch together in the school cafeteria, and told me she allowed our homeroom teacher, Mr. Manley and she did oral sex with each other, but allowed him to do it up her butt. There was no way; I argued that she and Mr. Manley could have done such a thing... when and where... I had asked her. "We were in his small office at the back of the class room, and I had stayed after school so we could kiss... we have been kissing all school year." Kathy then explained that he had begged her to let him do her, but she wanted to stay a virgin, so she "bent over and he fucked my ass," she explained. I listened to Kathy tell how she was meeting him each night after school, and the next time she was meeting up with him... I'm going to let him have my virginity... should I?" I never knew if she did, but believe she must have, because one day she said he didn't want to see her again, and she stayed after school and found Kate Darken and he in his small office. Kathy said the freshman girl was on her knees and giving him head... I hate him for making me a slut... I shouldn't done it with him, or at least not given him my..." "Oh my, Esther, I'm going to shoot my load in your mouth... suck me off darling... yes... yes... now darling Esther!" I heard Henri speaking words of endearment, and knew he was about to ejaculate in my mouth. I asked myself, "Do I want to swallow his juices... yes I do, I thought to myself." I pulled my mouth from his erection and told him, "Henri, oh you called me your darling... come in my mouth Henri... let me taste and enjoy drinking your male juices." I told myself as my mouth was filled with Henri's thick hot cream, "Oh mother your wrong... I enjoyed feeling his seed in my mouth and Henri's hard erection wasn't terrible nor foul, and can't believe it could ever be considered sinful." *** The following night I hoped to find Henri as we had planned, but my teacher would not allow me out of her sight as she was still upset because I had went on my own the previous night. Around ten that night, Mrs. Broughton, the teacher, had just left my room after a bed check to see if I was in my room, when someone knocked on my door. When I answered my door, I expected to find Mrs. Broughton, but when I asked, "Who is it," I heard a French voice say, "Henri." Opening the door quickly, I allowed Henri to enter my room, and while I was closing my door, Henri pulled me into his arms and was soon kissing me. "All night I waited and decided you were unable to get away, so I waited across the street from your hotel at the small bar and sat by the window and when I saw you and your group come into the building, I waited to see your light come on in your room." "While I was walking down the hallway, I saw your instructor leave your room, and as I passed her I smiled and said hello. Walking past your room, I saw her turn to see which room I was entering and I pretended to be entering a different room, and she turned and walked down the stairs." Henri removed my nightgown, and I wished it had been frilly and pretty instead of the plain cotton gown. When I was nude, Henri undressed, and I saw he was excited, and I knew tonight would be even more romantic than the previous night. We both performed oral sex on the other, and after I had went off, and I was doing Henri, I knew he was ready to ejaculate, he asked me to stop, and he wanted to come in my sex. "Henri, I want to drink your juices again, you can do me later... let me take you... please darling?" Henri lay back at the edge of the bed, and I kneeled on the floor and soon was stroking and sucking him as he instructed. When he asked me to push my finger against his ass, I didn't hesitate, and when he asked me to shove my finger up inside his ass, I did as he requested. Henri immediately shot his juices into my mouth, and shouted out, "Yessss... oh Esther... I'm getting my nuts... now darling, now... suck my cock... take my come!" Once more I was drinking his juices and this time it seemed he had twice the amount of cream to give me, and after I was done, I asked, "Did I do what you wanted, Henri... you liked my finger touching your... your... ass... you enjoyed that...?" "Yes... perhaps later I will show you something very soothing and different... it might hurt a little..." After we had sex and I felt Henri shooting his juices in me, I hugged him tightly in my arms, although I didn't climax with him. For about an hour we lay holding and touching each other, and then Henri was once more erect. "Esther, I want to give you something special... can I do it in your beautiful ass... I will be gentle... you know, like you did me with your finger... I want to do you with my dick... please allow me to enjoy your lovely ass..." "Henri my darling, I will do anything you ask... how we do it like that." Never in my wildest imagination could I have believed that a couple would have anal sex, even though I had heard that it was done from Kathy. The feeling was unique, and it hurt going in me but in a minute or so after Henri was all the way up my behind, I found it different enough to feel good... it hurt and seemed to burn. When Henri let his juices go up inside me, I shuddered, and cried out... "Henri... you're doing it up my behind... oh Henri, give me you seed... in my... ass!" *** When we were due to leave the following day and Henri and I had been having sex each night, and every morning, but the last night, I had to wait until eleven to meet Henri at the small bar across the street from the hotel. We went to another bar a few doors down and Henri told me it was where the Bloody Mary was invented. We enjoyed the night and around one in the morning returned to my hotel. The sex was soft and gentle and each time Henri went off, I did, and would cry out, "Never... Henri... never stop loving me... you're my first lover, and I want you forever." *** The next morning while Henri and I were having sex and I heard a knock on my door, and it was Mrs. Broughton. She was telling me to open the door. I jumped out of bed and told her... just a minute... I'm in the bathroom... and Henri grabbed his clothes and shoved them under the bed, and then went into the bath and turned on the shower. He had taken my hand in his and pulled me under the water with him. "Go to the door with a towel around you... your wet and she will believe your showering and she'll leave," Henri instructed me. I was so fearful and scarred that Mrs. Broughton would know I was having sex, yet I went to the door and opened it only part way and stood in the partly opened door and asked, "Yes, Mrs. Broughton, what can I do for you... I was in the shower and I'm not dressed, so I can't let you in my room." "Esther, everyone else is down for the last morning breakfast, and you're the only one who isn't... you need to get dressed and get down to join the rest of us for the breakfast meal... it will be another hour before we are done eating, so hurry darling, and your getting the floor wet, so finish your shower." Mrs. Broughton left the door and I watched as she walked to the stairs, and I felt Henri standing behind me. He was nude and he pulled the towel from my body and we went back to bed and he made love to me for the last time. When he went off in me, I cried out, "Your seed, I want your seed, oh my darling Henri, give me all your seed... come in me my darling." Henri cried out with me, and told me, "Take my come baby, yeah, let me get my nuts off one last time your sweet pussy... take my sperm baby... yes, your getting all of my sperm... hell, it would be something else if I gave you a baby... would you like that... if you get with my child, call me my Esther." Once more we made love, and Henri had not pulled his manhood from me, and he got hard fairly soon. This time he told me over and over, "I want to bury my seed in you, I want to make you pregnant... do you want my baby... take my seed, oh sweet Esther, I coming in your tight pussy... aughhhh yes, now Esther, now!" "Oh my Henri, give me your baby... I'm yours however you wish; I want your seed... Henri... now darling, plant it deep in me... oh that hurts it is so deep." When he was going off, Henri had pulled my legs up on his shoulders and was driving deeper in me than he ever had while we enjoyed making love. It was painful as he seemed even longer than previously, but I begged him, "Henri, I want you to fuck... fuck me... anyway you wish." Then I told the man who I had fallen in love with, "I've wanted to say... fuck... since you first made love to me, and now I have, oh my love..." Before we said goodbye, we exchanged addresses and phone numbers and said goodbye, and I had tears in my eyes as I went to breakfast. I carried my two suit cases and bags of gifts with me and placed then in the dinning area with those of the other students. While I was eating, I saw Henri enter the room and sit at a table facing me. As we both ate breakfast, we looked at each other, and I wanted to run over and hug him. My class and I left before Henri and he blew me a kiss... which Mrs. Broughton noticed and said she had seen that man throw me a kiss, and he should be reported. "Mrs. Broughton, I believe it was for you, as he wouldn't do that for a kid, when he had an attractive woman to throw it to... it was for you, I'm certain." "Don't be so silly... you know he was on your floor, and I saw him a couple of times in the bar across the street in the evenings, and hope you won't be unhappy." There could be no doubt that Mrs. Broughton had seen me with Henri, and she was saying as much but I knew she was keeping my acts private and must have seen us enter the hotel together. Then Mrs. Broughton smiled at me and in a low voice said, "You're not a quiet one Esther, and I must say you're animated... I hope I don't get in trouble for not having more control over you." "Mrs. Broughton, I... you won't tell...," and I was scarred at first she would report me, and then I realized she was allowing me to have her confidence, and she would not inform my parents of her suspicions. To my surprise, Mrs. Broughton smiled and said, "Ted Sanders and I enjoyed a glass of wine across the street and down at Harry's bar, where the Blood Mary was invented. My nights were lonesome, either... so now were even in information." "You and Mr. Sanders... then that was you two who I thought was at the back table... oh Mrs. Broughton... your both married... did Paris get to you both?" *** Two months after returning home from my senior class trip, I discovered I was pregnant. My mother and father kept asking me which one of my classmates had gotten me pregnant, but when I told them about Henri they simply said I had disgraced them and must leave home. My father shouted at me, "Esther, you're no young virgin girl, and why would you go to Paris and have sex with an older man... you're no longer my daughter," my father told me. Then he told me, "Pack your things and leave this house... you are sinful... what all you have done is unknown, but god will strike you for your sins." I had over three thousand dollars in the bank, and I withdrew the money, and after packing my clothes and personal things, got in my car and headed out of town with no real destination. I drove North on I-71, and eventually I headed West on I-70. When I arrived in Kansas City, Missouri, three days after leaving home, I got a room in a small motel, and after unpacking, decided to shower, and then go eat and read the want ads in the paper. While I was reading the paper, I was looking and reading the travel section of the paper, and there was an article about Nice. Opening my purse, I took out the note where Henri had written his address and phone number. I knew it was crazy but I called Henri on my cell phone. At first I did not dial the number properly but soon I heard the phone ringing and hoped it would be Henri who answered. Henri answered his phone in French, and I answered him back in English, "This is Esther, from the USA." Evidently he didn't understand it was me immediately, and then he said, "Yes, this is Henri, may I help you... Esther... it is you... I have wondered about you... and miss you... are you returning to me... and" "Henri... do you want me to come to France to live with you... and Henri, you may not want me to come to you...: I'm having your child... I'm pregnant with our baby... I want..." "Esther... you're pregnant with my child... I will come to America tomorrow... or do you wish to come here... let me send you tickets..." For the next hour we spoke and I knew my cell phone bill would be out of sight... but I didn't care. I didn't know where the airport was, but Henri told me he would set it up so I could pick up the tickets at the airport. Two days later, and Henri had called me twice each day, I picked up the tickets at the airport and in one week, knew I would be with Henri. I sold my car, and after getting the money in traveler checks, waited three more days and then took a taxi to the airport and flew to Paris, where Henri meet me. We were married the following week and I went to the embassy and asked what it would take to extend my stay in France. After getting things completed, I moved to Nice with Henri and into his home, which faced the beautiful blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. I sent mom photos of my wedding, which was a small affair, but I wore a white gown at the request of Henri. Once we were settled in Nice, I took loads of photos and sent them to my mother. In my letter I told mom how beautiful the southeastern part of France was and that I would love for she and dad to come visit. I received a letter back from mom and she wrote me she was happy for me, but a little disappointed. Mom also stated that my father refused to answer my questions about he and I being father and daughter ever again. When I found out I was having twins, I wrote my mother a long letter, and father refused and said he wouldn't reply to my mother about my request in bringing Henri and my babies home to the USA when they were born so mom and dad could see their grandchildren. When the babies were born, I sent photos to mom, and hoped she enjoyed looking at her grandchildren. When the babies were one year old, Henri said the four of us were flying to America so the children could see their grandparents. Mom cried when we stood before her as she greeted us after opening the door. Dad looked at the babies, and I could see his heart melt toward his grandchildren. For two weeks, the six of us enjoyed life as if no bump had ever been in the way of things. Dad took to Henri, even though they were nearly the same age. Mom said she knew my man Henri loved me and the twins. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 46