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Subject: {ASSM} "First Daughter - The Epilog" (Mg, cons, rom)
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Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 04:10:02 -0400
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{ASSM} "First Daughter - Epilog" (Mg, cons, rom)
By: Simple Man Two (C)2005

[This is the last of the series for the story "First Daughter" originally
written by kids_at_play and written by me.  The hope is that the conclusion
of the original work will one day be forthcoming from the master of story
telling and my efforts will serve only as an intermediate step to the
wonderful prose contained in the original.]


First Daughter - The Epilog
By: Simple Man Two


Emily climbed onto his lap in the wheelchair and flung her arms around his
neck planting a kiss on him that he would remember to the end of his days. 
Full tongue and everything.  Amos responded in kind.

"Can you walk?" she asked with concern.

"No."

"Then I shall push you to wherever you need to go!"

"No!  Walk with me a little as I roll along."

The afternoon was warm and they had driven out to the Cliffs of Dover to
picnic and talk.  Emily could sense that something was wrong but so far Amos
had said nothing.  Jamal stood ever ready in the distance like a Goliath in
modern times, stone cold in black the ultimate MIB.

"What is it Amos, what's wrong?"

"Oh my precious Emily, your beauty fills me with desire that I can no longer
act on."

"Nonsense, do you think I need a whole man?  Do you think I love you any
less than before?  Do you think this wheelchair makes any difference to me?
You are alive, you Amos!  I love you!  And trust me, we will find a way to
make love!"

"Daddy in his wisdom has purchased a cottage for us here where we will be
safe and comfortable and I can still go to school.  After all that you have
done for me, it is my choice to care for you for the rest of your life."

The evening set on them as they talked and the nearby cottage was warm and
brightly lit.  It had been stocked with food, clothing and everything else a
man and child would need.  Emily pushed the wheelchair along as they talked
stopping frequently to kiss him.  Once inside she helped him into bed,
disrobed herself and climbed in beside him.  His cock was limp, a useless
thing but she remembered the other girls talk in school about sucking on a
man's thing, and certainly this was what to do.

Pulling the covers down and exposing his nearly lifeless legs, she got up
and bent down to take his limp cock into her mouth, she could feel it twitch
as her lips sucked on its head.  Slowly she took the length of it into her
mouth sucking deeply on the organ that she so desired in her body.  It had
never happened; she had been so childlike before, now she would have his
baby if God was willing.  His cock began to fill with blood and fill her
tiny mouth completely.  She pulled off of it and scrambled to get her body
into position for him to enter her, gently sitting down on the rigid shaft
and ignoring the pain as her maidenhead ruptured, letting his cock slide
deep into her body.  Almighty God it hurt as the length of it penetrated her
virgin hole and she stopped for a moment to ease the discomfort.  She was
sitting on his balls, her immature cervix allowing the shaft to pass through
into her uterus.

The morning came swiftly and the smell of bacon and eggs woke her with
hunger.  Jamal was cooking breakfast and she slipped from the bed naked and
dressed to get the wheelchair ready.  She was sore and could barely walk,
but she found the strength to lift Amos into the wheelchair and pushed him
into the kitchen area where a steaming cup of coffee waited on the table. 
Her warm and sensuous kisses thrilled the old man even if he could feel
nothing from the night before.

Jamal taught Emily how to cook some basic foods and then let her do what she
was destined for.  In time Jamal left, returning to the United States. 
Emily cared for the man she loved and in her tenth year became pregnant with
child, just as she had always wanted.  In the fall she gave birth to a baby
boy and lost the man she loved.  Never going home, she lives there still
today.

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