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Authors name: desert bandit (dmaud56@yahoo.com)
Story title : Elina, My First of Only Two Loves

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Elina, My First of Only Two Loves
by desert bandit (dmaud56@yahoo.com)

***

A 15 your old boy loses his innocence through war and 
massacres. But, a beautiful woman teaches him to love 
and thus the man, once again becomes a helpless boy in 
the arms of his beloved. (Fm, rom, 1st, preg)

***

With bitter pleasure I remember the days when the 
Germans attacked my beloved Greece. There was a 
shortage of everything, and no one had the luxuries the 
modern generation of Greek young men now have. Luxuries 
such as all kinds of gadgets, toys and such. 

Truth be told I am glad for it; no generation should 
have to suffer what the young men of my day had to go 
through. At the tender age of 14, I lost my innocence 
when I killed several German soldiers during a foiled 
attempt of sabotage at one of their bases. My whole 
unit was wiped out, and I was the only survivor because 
entered into that "zone" soldiers enter in to preserve 
their life. That place that allows unnatural focus, 
animalistic rage, and a killing efficiency that haunted 
my nightmares for a long time after the war was over. 
The war that came after "The War to End all Wars." 
World War II.

Greece was a poor country before the war because of the 
brutal Ottoman occupation prior to the war of my 
generation. The attack by the Italians, and later the 
Germans left a mere emaciated walking corpse of a 
country where before there was barely a starving 
vagabond. I was 13 in the fall of 1940 when the war 
began for us. I was 19 when it finally ended. Many 
things happened over the course of a year, namely the 
killing of the German soldiers. 

When I was 13 the Greek resistance had foiled the 
Italian attempt at taking our country, so I was only 
needed for logistics. I was a proverbial "water 
boy/errand boy" for the soldiers. However, at 14 when 
the Italians called on German aid, all that changed. 
The Germans were far superior soldiers than the 
Italians; they were better equipped, better fed, and 
more disciplined. Between the technology and their 
cold-hearted discipline, many of us felt like we were 
fighting a machine, of which the soldiers where mere 
cogs. War is no!
t something I would wish on today's young men.

Fighting in a war is like something out of the worst of 
all nightmares. Everywhere you see death and 
destruction, friends you make soon depart from this 
world from a bullet by an enemy soldier, and you are 
forced to kill just to stay alive. In our case, we died 
for our country for the sake of protecting it. We had 
no imperialistic interest in conquest or expanding our 
influence. To us Greece is the world's most beautiful 
land, and we don't need more. 

All we wanted then, and still do, was to be left alone. 
Centuries of fighting the Turks, and later the Germans 
left a bitter mark on my father, may he rest in peace, 
and many of my male relatives. The women, ever tolerant 
and resilient, did not seem to mind. So long as the 
family was fed, so long as we had clothes to wear, 
everything was fine for them. Not so for the men. 
National pride. The need for independence from 
tyrannical rule. These things were meat and drink to 
Greek men.

In truth, I will not say I enjoyed killing the German 
soldiers who foiled our sabotage attempt. In the end, I 
realized the tragedy of the fact that everyone on both 
sides was dead except me. All my comrades-in-arms were 
dead, and after the rage had subsided, all the German 
soldiers in the base were also dead. At that point it 
did not matter to me what we were fighting for; all I 
saw was carnage and was overcome by a terrible sadness. 
In order for it to end, I knew, I had to help in 
throwing out the Germans. 

The Germans were influenced by a leader they followed 
fanatically out of gratitude for being taken out of 
poverty. Because of this they could not be reasoned 
with. They were convinced they were the world's most 
cultured people and yet, they seemed to forget, it was 
us the Greeks who first introduced the notion of 
civilization to the continent of Europe. A fact they 
all conveniently forgot whenever they murdered children 
and raped our women. It was during an attempted rape 
where I first re-encountered Elina, the baker's wife.

It was the fall of 1942 and as usual the war was going 
bad for our side. Although I was only 15, I had gained 
a reputation as a vicious and efficient killer, 
something I will say, I was not proud of. In fact, just 
remembering it shames me. I was under the care of 
Demetrios, the baker, who happened to be the leader of 
our resistance cell. We operated in and around our 
village and gave the Germans a hard time. 

Okay, I was not under the "care" per say of Demetrios 
but, since both my parents were killed by Italian 
bombs, he took it upon himself to watch over me. He 
considered me the little brother he never had. I still 
remember, when I was six, Elina and Demetrios' wedding. 
Elina was a blushing and virginal bride of 18, and he 
was the 20 year old baker's son. Five years later he 
inherited the business. 

Four years later, the war started. Demetrios was a 
man's man; a man that woman loved, and that other men 
wanted to be. Although he was kind and gentle by 
nature, when the war started he turned to be a leader 
of razor sharp cunning. With only a rag tag group of 
villagers, the 28 year old Demetrios led assaults which 
resulted in the destruction of vast amounts of 
artillery for both the Italians and the Germans. One 
year later however, they captured him. I was not there 
when it happened, but I heard terrible stories.

The Germans tortured him for days, and not to get 
information, but for the sheer pleasure of watching him 
suffer. Many had lost comrades due to his raids, and 
they were venting their frustration on him. I heard, 
also, to my horror, that one of the prisoners that 
managed to escape, who happened to know German, 
overheard the prisoners say to him; "we have fucked you 
up you piece of shit, now we will fuck your wife." 

I had to do something. Somehow the Germans found out 
where Elina was hiding. Miraculously she had not been 
raped because Demetrios had all the women hidden atop a 
monastery that was only accessible through an elevator 
basket, one of those baskets lowered down by rope and 
winch. The monastery was large enough to house the 
women in our village, and the women from the 
surrounding area hid in other monasteries. 

The only way to reach the monastery was through that 
single elevator basket it had. Of course, the women had 
to come down often to gather food for storage and 
preparation, it was then that I saw a horrible sight. 
Elina was stripped stark naked, and she was crouched on 
the ground covering herself while the German soldiers 
watched and laughed.

One of them lowered his fly and pulled out his filthy 
instrument. Lucky for Elina, I was a crack shot. Not 
wasting a moment, I shot the fucker in the head. 
Unfortunately some blood splattered on Elina and she 
screamed. The other soldiers, after recovering from the 
initial shock, became infuriated and started firing at 
the bushes where I was hiding, all the while Elina was 
screaming in panic. She was not like the female snipers 
we had in our unit, she was not used to hearing gunfire 
at such close range. Nevertheless, I had to save her.

I scurried around the bushes, creating distractions and 
making the Germans fire their guns here and there. I 
used tactics Demetrios had taught me, and they were 
well. Soon, the Germans had to reload, and that was my 
moment. I sprung out of the bushes and, while I ran, I 
was aiming my rifle like a sniper, keeping the rifle 
but firmly pressed against my shoulder. One after 
another, I brought them down. One, then two, then four, 
nine in all. 

Nine men who all tried to humiliate Demetrios' widow. 
The other squad members were busy with our resistance 
fighters and were a little preoccupied. Though we were 
few in number, we were a lot smarter than the Germans 
and much better shots. As a matter of fact, most of our 
soldiers killed the enemy with head shots. Yes, we were 
that good, and our leader Demetrios was no exception; 
in fact, he was a real demon with the rifle. Little 
wander the Germans hated him so much.

Elina was still screaming when it was all over. I ran 
to her and grabbed her shoulders shouting "Elina, snap 
out of it!" After she pulled herself together, she 
looked at me and said "Niko? Oh Niko!!!" she screamed 
and she buried herself in my chest and started sobbing, 
holding me tight. After the tension of the gunfight had 
subsided, I then realized something I had forgotten; 
Elina, beautiful Elina, was pressed against my body, 
stark naked. 

I began to tremble, and I felt my cock harden and press 
against my trousers with tremendous pressure. I pushed 
her back, remembering the blood on her face. I grabbed 
a rag I had with me and gave it to her. Then, with my 
back turned on her, I stripped the corpse of a German 
soldier who stood at 6'4 and probably weighed around 
350lbs. He was a big fellow, and now doubt his shirt 
would cover Elina pretty well. The shirt had a little 
blood on it and thankfully it could cover Elina; she 
only stood at 5'4, so the soldier's shirt cover!
ed her up pretty well.

"You can turn around now," she stated with a low 
monotone voice.

"I'm terribly sorry about... seeing... You..." I 
stammered.

"Oh its alright Niko," she reassured me. "You saved me 
from those animals, thank you."

"Not a problem," I said shakily. 

It was sheer torture. Elina was the most beautiful 
woman in our village, and later on as I grew up, made 
my vast fortune and traveled around, I discovered she 
was also one of the most beautiful in the world. She 
was a veritable Greek goddess; long wavy locks, thick 
lips, a curvaceous and bubbly ass, beautiful curves, 
full breasts and large black eyes.

I had also seen the vast nest black hair between her 
legs when the soldiers tried to rape her; it was too 
much for me to handle. I had the courage to gun down 
vicious SS soldiers and, when confronted by a naked 
woman who only stood at 5'4 I shook like a kitten. The 
travesty!

Whatever the case, we made our way back to the 
monastery, and thankfully there were no more unpleasant 
German soldiers. On the way, Elina and started talking.

"You've grown quite handsome," Elina commented. "I 
remember you when you used to dip girl's pony tails in 
ink and then run away laughing. You were so cute!"

I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Where I a 
fair-skinned northern European, I would have been 
cherry-red from her comments.

"Tell me," she asked. "Did you get a chance to visit a 
prostitute while you were fighting?" 

Now, given Greek, and for that matter Mediterranean, 
culture at this time period, it was customary for a 
father to take his son to a brothel at the age of 14 to 
lose his virginity.

"N-nnno, not really."

She was smiling a wicked smile, enjoying the power she 
had over me.

"I'm a bit shocked to hear that. I talked to one of the 
prostitutes in the Market place, and she told me you 
were so handsome, she would make you the favor for 
free."

I could not say anything to the comment. Regarding 
Elina talking with the prostitute; well, it was a very 
small village, and some young men had to work for years 
before they could get married, so they were seen as a 
necessary evil. Also, Elina, although she was a good 
Orthodox Christian woman and saved her virginity for 
her husband, she was not judgmental. In fact, she was 
very kind and forgiving. She even forgave Demetrios' 
own trysts in the brothels of Athens.

Elina noticed, from my facial expression, that she had 
gone a little far so she reassured me.

"I was just curious Niko, its just that, Demetrios 
traveled a lot to sell bread in other places and I 
never really saw you around that much the few times we 
were in the village."

"Oh its alright," I said. It was all I could say. After 
all, I had been in love with her since I was 4 years 
old. When it came to teasing girls my age I was a 
rascal, but every time I saw her, I was so unbearably 
shy I always hid behind my mother's skirt.

I had the courage to talk to her now because, well, war 
will do that. Girls my age would always tease me in 
front of her, taunting me with the "Niko loves Elina!" 
over and over, the way kids do. Demetrios and Elina 
just laughed, which of course was a terrible 
humiliation for me at the time.

Puppy love did not turn into sexual desire however, as 
I had not seen her for a whole year when I was going 
through puberty. At 13 my father did take me to a 
brothel, but I ran away in fear. Now I was 15 and had 
not real time to think about sex; I was always 
fighting. However, seeing Elina again awakened long 
dormant feelings. 

At 27, she was even more beautiful than she was when 
she first married Demetrios. Her curves had grown more 
defined and feminine, more round. While not voluptuous, 
her proportions were perfect. What about Children? No 
one understood why, but Demetrios and Elina could not 
conceive a child. All the years they were married Elina 
blamed herself for the problem. I was to find out Later 
it was Demetrios, not her.

We had been elevated up to the old abandoned monastery 
where the village women were hiding. Elina recounted 
the story and I was welcomed as a hero. Many of the 
women there had husbands who were fighting in the 
resistance and most them made sexual advances. Since 
they did not have the comforts of a husband many were 
sexually hungry, and naturally, seeing a young man whom 
many had heard was still a virgin was more than they 
could handle. Needless to say, I was spoiled and 
pampered like crazy. In fact, when preparing a bath, 
one of the women offered to clean me.

I was to shy to say no, and when Elina found out she 
was noticeably angry. She always got angry whenever one 
of the women made advances at me. She would scold them 
telling them that they were married, that they should 
have patience, that they have husbands of their own, 
etc. For this one she could do nothing however. Her 
name was Anna, and she was in her early 30's, and 
nearly as beautiful as Elina. 

Naturally she saw her as her chief rival but could do 
say nothing to scold her as she had been a widow 
herself. Elina really did not want to share me with 
anyone though; virginal young men have always been 
rare, and naturally Elina wanted me for herself.

As I bathed, Anna asked, "Do you mind if I undress? I 
don't want to get water all over my clothes." Again, I 
was too shy to say I did. Then, she came deliberately 
closer, and my cock sprung to life. Like Elina she had 
a beautiful body and rich nest of hair between her 
legs, and a pair of full breasts. She had light brown 
hair, a pretty little nose, and slightly full lips. Her 
lips where not as full as Elina's, but they 
complemented her face. She pressed her breasts against 
my back saying

"Your body is so hard and tight, you don't mind if I 
enjoy you do you? Ever since my husband died I haven't 
had a man in me and I am going crazy."

I could feel her soft melons pressing against my back, 
at the same time I could feel my cock become even 
angrier and more swollen, almost to bursting.

"Turn around," she said in a gentle voice.

As I turned I heard a gasp outside the door (we were 
being watched, by Elina no doubt) and Anna exclaimed 
almost laughing "my you're like a horse! And those 
balls are so round and big!" she further exclaimed 
reaching for them.

She massaged them gently giving me waves of pleasure, 
"If you let me go a little further, I promise you, you 
will feel more pleasure than this."

My dick was dripping pre-cum, and I felt ready to 
explode

"How much further?" I managed to stammer.

"Well, you grew up in a village, and you've seen 
animals mate haven't you. People operate on the same 
principle, in fact, I'll guide you in."

"No!" I screamed "Ah.I, Ah, I can't!"

"Why not?" she asked indignantly "don't you like me?" 
she said in a cooing tone as she pressed her tits 
against my chest.

"I think my body is responding on my behalf, but I 
can't do this, I just can't"

"Very well then," she stated, "you can finish your 
shower." With that, she dried up, got dressed, and 
stomped out.

I just sat at the edge of the tub, with a massive 
erection. I got back in the water and slowly lowered 
myself. Then she walked in.

"May I share your bath," Elina asked

"Sure," I said.

At that point Elina wasted no more time talking. She 
undressed, got in the water, and came over to were I 
was sitting. She began kissing me, ever so tenderly, 
almost as if to console me for the harsh way in which 
Anna had walked out, almost as if, she did it to make 
the pain of war float away, which, in those brief 
moments, those brief pieces of heaven, it did.

I squeezed her breasts and ass and stroked her body 
while in the tub. She had straddled me, but there was 
no penetration. Not yet at least. We continued kissing 
for long moments. She looked into my eyes, and I saw in 
them mixed feelings of hunger, lust and love I did not 
see again for many years until I married my first and 
only wife.

Elina did have tender feelings for me and now that her 
husband was dead, the feelings of love she had for him, 
she was transferring on to me. Now, don't 
misunderstand; Elina loved her husband. Deeply in fact. 

Indeed, his death crushed her so much that she cried 
herself to sleep the day she heard the news. Now, the 
desperation, the loneliness, the hunger, in me she saw 
a way she could satiate her hunger for lust, love and 
affection, which I gave her readily. Our age difference 
was a non-issue, as it was a time of war and suffering.

So there we were, stark naked in a batch tub, kissing 
ever so tenderly. I held her close to me, not wanting 
to let go. Her hair had the scent of mountain air that 
was fresh and sweet. Her nakedness kept my cock hard 
and angry.

After long moments of kissing, Elina managed to regain 
some degree of control and she said

"Most of the women are asleep and I have my own room. 
You can't hear any noise coming out from it. Lets go 
there."

With that, we climbed out of the tub. The slapping of 
naked feet could be heard as we went to Elina's room. I 
was treated to a beautiful view of one of the roundest 
and prettiest asses I'd ever seen. Without even 
bothered to dry up, we collapsed atop her bed. My cock 
was resting on her belly, and my balls right on her 
pussy as we kissed. I had no access to sex manuals in 
those days and no one had taught me to make love. What 
I did do however was follow Elina's lead.

As she stroked me, I stroked her back. As she kissed 
me, I kissed her back. All under the soft light of an 
oil lamp.

Her nipples were hard and small, and I continue kissing 
and stroking her for long moments. I suckled her 
breasts for long, long moments, and, as I looked down 
on her body, I noticed a slight protrusion in the 
middle of her pussy lips. It looked kind of like a dick 
but it wasn't a dick; it stuck out between her lips and 
pussy hair like a jack-knife barely out of its handle. 
A very fleshy looking jackknife. I know now it was her 
clitoris.

Not being a fool, I noticed that my suckling of her 
breasts and nipples was making her moan, so I went down 
on her, kissing her belly and the area around her belly 
button as I went. Finally, I reached it. At first the 
sight of a clitoris popping out like that disgusted me. 
But, after a while, I found it highly arousing.

I began kissing and suckling on it the way I had done 
with her breasts. She took in a deep gasp and asked, 
"Oh my God, what are you doing!? Oooh!"

I began kissing and licking. I noticed that when I 
stroked my tongue against her clitoris, she seemed to 
get more pleasure. Her taste was sweet and tangy, and 
it made me pucker up at first. But, after a while, I 
could not get enough. Licking her pussy was giving her 
tremendous pleasure. Not only that, I figured, I was 
pleasuring the pussy which was to be the first to 
embrace my cock so, I took it upon myself to keep 
going. My erection was now iron hard; even though the 
taste was not at all appetizing, her scent, her taste 
made me very hard.

I stroked her breasts and ass cheeks as I liked her 
pussy, her vast pubic hair tickling my nose and my 
lips. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and neither 
could she, "Niko, put it in me. Please, don't make me 
wait, put it in me!"

Common sense told me it wasn't in the place where 
people normally defecate (although later I as I grew 
older I discovered some women actually sought it out).

I still did not know exactly where it was though, so 
she took hold of my cock and guided the tip to where it 
was supposed to enter. She let go of my cock, and 
looked into my eyes, this time, with a look of hunger, 
and nothing else.

I held my shaft in place, and with a smooth thrust slid 
my long, thick shaft into her. Exquisite moist sounds 
took hold of the room, and I was deeply shocked at how 
moist she was. You must understand, I was an innocent 
village boy, not exposed to today's pornography or 
erotic literature.

Her moist warmth overwhelmed me; her pussy was so hot, 
wet and tight. Ever so slowly I slid all the way in, a 
painful process as she had not been with a man for 
quite some time, and my dick is pretty big. When I had 
buried myself in her to the point where my balls where 
caressing her ass cheeks, I looked into her eyes. Where 
I was in pain, there was a look of satisfied pleasure 
on her face.

She reached for my head and kissed me. For long moments 
we kissed, until, she whispered in my ear

"I know you've never done this before, so this is what 
I need; pull it out, but not all the way, only as far 
as your little helmet, then, slide it back in, slowly. 
Get a rhythm going, and lose your self in me. I'll be 
holding you close."

She was true to her word; she wrapped her arms around 
my back, her left leg around my ass, and her right leg 
around my right leg. 

I did as she asked. Ever so slowly, pulled out of her 
just to the point where only the fireman's cap was in 
her, and then I thrust it back in. It felt so good, 
thrusting into her hot cunt, that it did not take long 
before instinct took over and I got a good rhythm 
going. The bed squeaked from my thrusting, and we were 
both breathing heavily. She stroked me with her arms 
and legs and not being able to take it anymore, and 
with strength unnatural for a woman her size she rolled 
us over so she could ride me.


She was riding my cock viciously, slamming down as I 
watched it slide in and out of her. My cock was 
glistening with pussy slime, and I could feel some 
trickle down my balls. I squeezed her breasts, feeling 
her nipples with my thumbs, and I explored her body 
with my hands.

"Kiss me!" I begged.

She looked at me from her position, a look of 
tenderness and maternal love. Not so much maternal in a 
sense that it was incestuous, but maternal in a sense 
that all women have a sense of maternal instinct in 
dealing with younger males. Whatever the case.

She complied. A long tender kiss was the answer to my 
begging. Having established a mutual rhythm, almost 
without thinking, we rolled back over and I was on top 
again. Then, I felt something boil within my heart. A 
wonderful whirlwind of emotion that brought me great 
ecstasy, great happiness. 

That feeling slowly traveled down from my heart, to my 
belly, and from my belly, to my loins. Then, deep with 
my balls I felt a slow burning feeling building up. I 
could feel an expression of pain on my face as Elina's 
hot pussy mercilessly milked my cock, almost beckoning 
it to release the contents of my balls.

My thrusting became more urgent, more furious. Finally, 
with one vigorous thrust into her pussy, I rammed my 
cock into her slimy paradise. I felt an explosion of 
fire and electricity engulf my body as I felt my dick 
quirt one long stream of come. The stream was so long I 
thought I was peeing. 

The burning liquid intensified my orgasm, and as my 
dick pumped the contents of my balls into her pussy, I 
could feel her arms and legs wrap around me tighter and 
heard her gasping and moaning. I pelted her cervix with 
one final load of cum and then, with an exhausted grunt 
I collapsed on top of her.

We breathed heavily there for long moments. She stroked 
my hair tenderly, and caressed my right cheek with her 
lips and her nose.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear. "I will not let 
anyone hurt you," I promised her.

She didn't say anything. She just held me close and 
kissed me on the cheek. Then, I pulled out what was 
left of my erection out of her, both of us gasping 
audibly as I did. Then, I snuggled close to her, rested 
my head on her chest and said

"let me hear your heartbeat."

She wrapped her lovely arms around my head as I rested 
my head on her naked chest. Her heartbeat was still 
rapid, but slowly subsiding. In that position, we 
drifted of to sleep.

Epilogue:

I had fulfilled my vow; no German soldier had ever laid 
a finger on Elina and, despite my young age my 
effectiveness as a soldier had earned the respect of 
many resistance fighters. It turned out Elina got 
pregnant as a result of our tryst. I had just gotten 
back from a sabotage campaign when I heard news that 
she was going to give birth. I hurried back, and when I 
went to the monastery the women told me to wait outside 
the room before I was allowed in. Then, I hear a baby 
crying.

I can not really describe the feeling, all I knew is 
that I was glad to be a father. Then, as I walked in, I 
saw the most tender seen I have ever seen, a scene that 
told me what I was fighting for. I saw Elina nursing 
our child. Her lovely breast nourished our new born 
son, and seeing such a scene of life nourishing life 
made all the fighting worth while. Fighting, which was 
worthwhile because, at the end, our son would live in a 
better world. 

The sad thing was though, that Elina and I could never 
be together. Her parents discovered what we had done, 
and although they loved their grandchild they wanted 
nothing to do with me. They forbade me from ever seeing 
their daughter again, which made Elina extremely angry; 
she was, after all a grown woman.

In 1943, when she knew our son was asleep, she came 
over to my encampment and kissed me. We went to a 
secluded spot in the mountains where we made love even 
more passionately than we did when we made Demetrios. 
Despite her protests, I insisted on the name because, 
first of, the kid was rightfully her dead husbands, and 
although I loved her, I felt I had taken advantage of 
her grief to satisfy my own lusts. That and, because of 
his sacrifice, he deserved the honor.

Lying naked on a blanket, she gave me terrible news. 
She told me that her parents had bribed smugglers into 
letting them on a ship that would take them to 
Argentina. I felt my heart rip in two places, and I 
could tell that conveying the news was also breaking 
Elina's heart. 

Tearfully she told me she did not want to part with me, 
but her father was stubborn and, we both agreed that a 
war torn Greece was not an ideal place to raise a child 
at the moment. After holding each other for long 
moments, we made love again. Furiously, hungrily as we 
were never to see each other again.

The horrible day came, and I never saw her again.

In 1945, when I was 19, the war was finally over. I 
spent the first half of my 20's getting through high 
school and college. When I was 26 I got a job with a 
wine distiller in France and I moved there. I created a 
formula that was a smash hit. 

By 32 I had made a vast fortune, I was rich beyond 
measure, but I was empty. I sorely missed her, the 
village woman who had loved me enough to embrace me 
such long nights. 

After Elina left, throughout my 20's I had made love to 
many more women. I even made love to Anna feeling bad 
that I had rejected her that night made love to Elina 
instead. I told her it was too bad I was no longer a 
virgin, but she did not care; for her the pleasure of 
being with me was what mattered. Many of the French 
girls I slept with were women who closely resembled 
Elina, as I could not put her out of my mind.

When I was 32, I met a woman who was a carbon copy of 
Elina. She was in her early 20's, just as beautiful as 
she was. There was a difference between them however. 
Whereas Elina had been a serious village girl with a 
sense of duty, this girl was a bit spoiled. She was not 
a bad person; that is, she was not snobbish, overly 
vain, or too sure of herself. However, from plain sight 
one could see she had never known suffering or hardship 
in her life. So naturally I felt protective of her, she 
was so innocent. On our wedding night I deflowered her; 
she had been a virgin.

We had 4 children, and in time I loved her as a being 
separate from the woman I lost my virginity to. She was 
special in her own way, and I love her just as deeply 
as I loved Elina whom I heard had married a wealthy 
architect in Argentina. Word had it that the man looked 
much like I did, only older. Alexa and I had 5 
children, 3 girls and two boys. All three of my girls 
are beautiful, and both my boys are athletic, 
intelligent and handsome. Our business empire expanded 
over the years and now we are the largest wine company 
in the world.

Still, they say you never forget your first time. I 
will never forget mine, even now as an old man, an old 
retired warhorse who is waiting for rest from this 
life. My son Demetrios, I heard, became a scientist and 
found a vaccine that prevents the AIDS virus. Science 
has yet to find a cure, but when I heard the news I 
could not be more proud.

I guess the old myths are true; the more in love a 
couple is when they conceive a child, the greater the 
child's intellect and good character will be. Thus, 
given how deeply Elina and I loved each other, it is 
not at all surprising that Demetrios achieved what he 
achieved. I loved her because she was so kind hearted, 
intelligent and beautiful. She loved me because she saw 
something of her husband in me, and an innocence that 
she says I still had even after I gave her my 
virginity.

Alexa and I have to attend our son's inauguration as 
prime minister of France so, this will have to conclude 
my story.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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