I tried to fill my time with school work and activities like weight lifting during college, but the thought of my daughter always filled my mind. By the time of my college graduation, I could think of nothing but how my daughter was doing so I made up my mind to seek her out and try to start a relationship. I knew it might come with heartaches and hard times, but I decided it was worth the shot. I was twenty five years old when I finally found the foster parents. They were living in a different city now and it took some time to track them down. I found out my daughter’s name was Kelly and she was ten years old now.

I decided I should call and see what the foster parents might think about my coming back into Kelly’s life after all these years. They were good people and understood my situation at the time of the adoption, so I was hopeful this would go well. I was nervous when an older sounding woman answered the phone. I remembered her name to be Julie and I told her my name and she immediately sounded a little nervous. I tried to be as polite and nice as I could and told her I had called to get her confidence and approval before I did anything else. The conversation turned out to be pleasant, but she didn’t think I should see Kelly yet. She said Jacy had not contacted her and she didn’t know of her whereabouts when I asked. She did agree to send photos and information on Kelly to me periodically and that I would be allowed to see her maybe in a few more years when she was older and might understand better. They had told Kelly nothing about the adoption yet. I agree to this and I did get photos and information almost immediately.

The photos kept coming in the next three years and I got to see her grow up in pictures. She was a beautiful little girl with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She was very active and had begun participating in many activities including cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, and softball. She was evidently very good at all of these as I received word of her many awards from each. I was especially interested to learn that she was wanting to get active in weightlifting, because this was one of my favorite activities as well. I guess it gave us some type of connection.

I was still active in weightlifting and had now become very fit. I am about six feet tall and weigh two hundred pounds. I am very muscular and strong and eat healthily and have been complemented on my appearance many times. I guess because of the nature of this story, I should now say that my cock is large. I would say larger than normal based on all the porn movies I had seen. I measured it once out of silly curiosity and it measured to be twelve inches long when fully erect, and it was thick and wide in circumference. I do not consider myself a vain person, but I do see my cock as my best attribute, even though I was scared to use it. I still fought off women who tried to catch my eye and kept my concentration on my daughter to keep my mind off other women. There was one woman I went on a blind date with one time since college. I did it just as a favor to a friend of mine who was dating her sister and needed a double date partner. Her name was Bernice and she was gorgeous. The date had gone well despite my efforts to not be charming. Afterwards, we went back to my friend’s house and he and his date went into the bedroom. I could hear moans and an occasional scream come out of the room and it made me a little on edge trying to sit and talk with Bernice. She was noticeable attracted to me and finally she said "It sounds like they’re having fun in there doesn’t it?" I just smiled and said that it did but she became much more forward.

"We could be having that much fun to."

"I don’t think we should." I said.

"Don’t you like me?"

"Very much, but this is our first date."

"I’m not worried about that." she said.

She was wearing a formal black dress with shoulder straps that tied in the back behind her neck and had her long black hair up. She slowly reached behind her neck and untied the straps. She then folded her arms under her breasts and slowly lowered her arms down along with the top of her dress. She was not wearing a bra and her bare breasts were now fully exposed to me. She has a seductive grin on her face and I was dumbfounded. This was the first pair of live breasts I had seen since I was fifteen and I was astounded at how perfect they were. They were large and firm and her nipples pointed upward toward the ceiling. Her nipples were hard and only slightly lighter in color than her breasts; and there were no visible tan lines, which suggested that she sunbathed in the nude, because of her dark complexion. My cock was almost instantly erect and I was struggling in my seat to hide it. I guess I was very visibly nervous because she reached out, grabbed the back of my head and said "its all right." I was tingling as she pulled my head down onto her left breast and I immediately began to suck on her hard nipple. She was moaning as I began to move my head back and forth, giving attention to each nipple. After several minutes she pushed me back into the sofa and began rubbing my cock through my pants as she fumbled for my zipper. She was really turned on and was moaning loudly. I was about to burst in my pants as she finally undid my zipper and reached in for my cock. I saw her eyes widen as her hand wrapped around my shaft and she struggled a little to free my manhood. Her touches were driving me wild and I quickly stood up and undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. She had a look of astonishment on her face as my fully erect cock bounced with each pulse of my heart. She said, "You are so big!" and quickly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in heaven when she finally opened her mouth and I saw the massive tip of my cock penetrate her lips. She began to suck intensely as her tongue worked the underside of my cock head. Then she took her hands off my shaft and gripped my ass. Her head was pumping up and down on as much of my cock as she could fit into her beautiful mouth when I felt my orgasm begin to build rapidly. I reached down and stopped her head and she pulled away. She was looking up at me with confusion as if I had stopped a starving girl from a feast.

"I’m sorry. I am about to cum and I wanted to warn you."

She looked at me with a smile and said, "It’s ok, I want to make you cum. Just sit on the sofa and relax."

With that I sat down and she crawled up between my legs. She was looking into my eyes as she grabbed my cock and began to lick my scrotum. I had never experienced a blowjob in my life and it was more exciting than I could have imagined. After a few seconds, she raised her head and pulled herself closer to me. Her perfect breasts were bouncing lightly as she began to stroke here head up and down my shaft again. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop her this time as I felt a huge rope escape from the head of my cock. She was still looking into my eyes as I saw them widen from my initial shot of cum. She kept sucking and swallowing the best she could as stream after stream of semen left my body. She was able to swallow most of it, but some did escape the corners of her mouth and slide down to my balls. She promptly licked the spill up and finished the task beautifully. A moment before, I would have done anything to fuck this beautiful creature, but suddenly the reality of my pathetic phobia set in again. She sat back on the floor, wiped her mouth and pulled up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she began to rub her neatly shaven pussy with her fingers. She then looked at me and said, "I’m all yours. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock."

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen or heard, and still all I could think about was how to escape the situation. As she rubbed her clip with one hand and licked the fingers of her other hand, I could think of nothing but how I had gotten Jacy pregnant twelve years earlier. I was scared again. On the one hand, I wanted to push my cock into her vagina and fuck this beautiful creature until dawn; and on the other hand, I wanted to turn and run out the door and never look back. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, she had proven to have a great personality and be a great person as well. In the end I let my fears overwhelm me once again.

"I’m sorry Bernice, but it’s getting late and I should probably go." I couldn’t believe I was saying it.

She looked at me helplessly and said, "What do you mean? I though you liked me. Have I done something wrong?"

I wanted to tell her my whole situation right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, I mumbled something about having a big day tomorrow and I pulled my pants up, said sorry, and left. She was still in the floor with a very hurt and confused look on her face as I said goodbye and walked out the door.

That night at home I must have jerked off a half dozen times and kicked myself a half dozen more for what had happened. Part of me wanted to get in a cab and go back to the house in hopes that she might still be in the floor, ready for me to make love to her. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. The reality is that if I was in the same situation again, I would do exactly the same thing. I hated myself for it but it had become impossible for me to fight it off. I thought maybe she is the one I could marry and end this phobia, but I was too scared to try. I was able to have oral sex, but if it came to intercourse, I couldn’t go through with it. I began to realize that it was because of the guilt I felt for Jacy and Kelly and that whole situation, and I could never make myself do anything to possible hurt others the same way. Commitment, I realized, was not exactly a strong suit of mine. In the next weeks and months, I tried to forget about Bernice and concentrate on Kelly, though it was much harder than I had thought it would be. Occasionally I would ask my friend about her, but he would just look at me, shake his head, and say, "You really blew it man." I never went any farther to try to get a better explanation. I took that as enough.

This story takes its twist not long after my date with Bernice. Kelly was thirteen and I was thirty when I received the awful news. First of all Kelly was in Junior High now and was turning into a stunningly beautiful young woman, judging by her pictures. She was still active in all her sports and in cheerleading. In talking to her foster parents on the phone, I would get to see her soon, as they had told her about me and she had become increasingly excited to see me. I was very happy about this and thing were going good until I learned that Kelly’s foster parents had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated not only because I had grown to really know and like them, but also because things were going so well with my visitation hopes. Now things were all askew. I knew Kelly must be devastated and I wanted to run to her for support, but I didn’t know if that would be best. I was still wondering what to do when a couple days later I received a call from a lawyer. He introduced himself as Mr. Styles and asked if I could meet him at his offices the next morning concerning the will of Kelly’s foster parents. I wholeheartedly agreed and I slept very little that night wondering what would happen and if I might actually see Kelly.

The next morning I arrived at Mr. Styles’ offices at eight o’clock sharp. I was as nervous and as excited as I have ever been. When I walked into the office, I saw a young woman sitting in the waiting area and immediately recognized her as Kelly. I went over to her with my heart racing and said "Hello Kelly." She looked very sad and had been crying, but when she looked up at me she immediately jumped from her chair, hugged me hard around the neck, and sobbed.

"Oh daddy, I’m so glad to see you."

I have never been happier or more overwhelmed with emotion in all my life. I was with my daughter finally. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her back, speechless. Finally Kelly broke the embrace and looked down toward my trousers. Then she looked back at me, smiled, and said "He’s waiting for us." Kelly turned around and started for the door of Mr. Styles office. I hadn’t noticed until now that my cock was fully erect. I walked half-bent and fully embarrassed into the office behind my daughter. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was only thirteen, but was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looks mature for her age. Her face looked like something out of Greek mythology. Her breasts were still developing, but were tight and perky, and she was slim, yet very athletic looking. The most amazing thing though was her ass. She had the most perfectly rounded ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that barely covered the curvature of her cheeks, and her legs extending down out of the short legs could not have been sculpted any better. She looked like a model for one of those fitness shows you see on ESPN. I couldn’t believe how I was reacting to her and I felt guilty for it.

The lawyer said that he was the executor of Kelly’s parents will and there was a lot to go over.

"Mr. Meers, you may not know this, but Mr. And Mr. Stoves (Kelly’s foster parents) didn’t have any immediate family left. They came to me about a year ago to draw up their will. Surprising to me, they named you as a major beneficiary to their will. Now I have known the Stoves for many years, and this was shocking to me at first as you may well understand. I hadn’t heard of you before you see. But after hearing the story, it made sense."

"Well thank you Mr. Styles. I consider the Stoves to be close friends of mine."

"I’m sure you do. Now, this is very basic if we can come to an agreement. If you agree to take in Kelly, and if Kelly agrees to live with you until she becomes of age, then I can simply state the terms in the will and we will be done. What do you say?"

I could tell the lawyer was an old friend of the family and conducted himself in a more laid-back manner, and I appreciated it. I had thought of the possibility of Kelly moving in with me since the accident and I knew I wanted that to happen. I just hope Kelly felt the same way. After I expressed as much to Mr. Styles, he turned his attentions to Kelly.

"What do you say Kelly?"

Kelly didn’t speak at first and had a funny look in her eyes. She then said "Mr. Styles, I would like nothing more now than to live with my father."

I was ecstatic, but tried to hold it in. Mr. Styles then proceeded to lay out the terms of the will which, among other things, said that Kelly was to move in with me and all the money of the estate will go to her when she turns eighteen, except for two thousand dollars each month that would be put into my account for the raising of Kelly. Apparently the Stoves were more well-to-do than I had thought. The house would be sold and Kelly would move to me to a city not far away. Kelly wasn’t excited about moving at first, but she soon realized that it was what had to happen.

The next couple of years were strange in an unexpected way. Kelly and I grew close quickly and I was very active in her life, but I couldn’t understand my feelings for her. I loved her like a father, but there was something more. I frequently got erections if I was around her for very long, and I always became erect whenever she would hug me or kiss me. I also still had a problem with my perception of her. I saw her as my daughter, but I also saw her as a beautiful woman living in my home. I actually felt lust for her and this caused me much grief. I began dating more after Kelly moved in, but now I was infatuated with Kelly all the time, even when I was out on dates. This caused a lot of feelings of frustration and guilt. I would often masturbate in bed at night to the though of Kelly. I would fantasize about her in the shower or undressing, or even sometimes having sex. Having moved to a new town, Kelly was still getting to know kids her age and so she spent a lot of time around the house. She often wore skimpy outfits and lounged around so that her clothes would become ruffled and expose even more than they should. This would add to my sexual frustrations, but I couldn’t keep from staring and gawking. I would often have to leave the room for a quick masturbation session. I would return and she would say, "Where did you go for so long." I would just smile and make something up. After a while, she had made a few friends and didn’t spend as much time at home, but she still stayed at home most nights and she never stayed out late. She was a beautiful girl, but seemed to resist boyfriends. I began to hope that she didn’t get some crazy phobia like her old man. I knew the boys must all get hard-ons over her. Otherwise things were quite normal at our home, until shortly after her sixteenth birthday.

I was in my room one day thinking of Kelly and becoming very horny when I decided to take a shower. Kelly was down stairs watching t.v. and I figured now was a good time. I turned the water on, stripped, looked down at my growing twelve-inch cock, and stepped into the shower. I was fantasizing about Kelly and pulling my cock, when I heard Kelly call out my name. I decided to ignore her calls and suddenly became thankful that I had left the bathroom door slightly open. I heard her call once more and then saw the bathroom door open slightly. I looked away quickly. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock as if she weren’t even there. It was the most forbidden of taboos to desire your own daughter, but I couldn’t resist a little voyeurism. The shower door was clear glass and you could see everything. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was still there standing watching me. As I continued, I could see that her hand was inside the skimpy shorts she was wearing and she was rubbing herself. Her other hand was on her breasts. I thought it strange because she could easily be caught if I had said anything, but of course I didn’t, and she didn’t seem to mind a little danger either. The situation was affecting me and I could soon feel my orgasm building. A few seconds later, I was shooting the biggest load of my life all over the shower door, in full view of Kelly. She was still rubbing herself, and I swore I heard her moan as I came. I waited a few seconds and cleaned myself and the shower up a little and Kelly had left. I quickly got out and decided two could play her game. I put on a tight pair of shorts, no underwear, and nothing else as I strode down to the living room. Kelly was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I plopped down beside her. She seemed unusually nervous and I knew why. After a few minutes she looked over at me and said "What are you wearing?"

"Just some comfortable house clothes, why?"

"Dad! It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?"

"No more revealing than what you have on."

"Why with that on, you might as well be naked!"

I smiled and said, "Hey, you wear the skimpiest things I have ever seen a woman wear in my life, and you are lecturing me?"

She just rolled her eyes. We continued to watch t.v. for several minutes and then she floored me with a question I never would have thought she would ask me in a million years.

"Dad, if I did wear nothing around the house, would that be all right?"

I looked at her and was speechless. Could she be serious? Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my daughter nonetheless, and she was asking permission to walk around the house naked.

"You want to walk around naked?" I asked uncomfortably.

Shyly she said, "Well, yeah, if its ok. I guess I am a nudist at heart and just never had the nerve to express it to you."

I thought a minute about how to answer this. I wanted to sound fatherly, instead of like a teenage boy with a hard-on.

"Well, if you really feel that way, I guess its ok. Just around the house though."

"Daddy, it would make me more comfortable if you would join me."

I was really floored now. Not only did my daughter, the object of my fantasies, want to do around naked, she now wanted me to join her. I loved the idea but played it off a little.

"I don’t know about that. You sure it wouldn’t be too weird."

"I don’t think so daddy. Besides, we’re family, aren’t we?"

"But honey, you are still a beautiful woman. Now, I don’t mind the nudism, but you will have to understand that it might make my cock erect to be naked and to see you naked. Is that ok for you?"

She said, "Daddy, I know about that kind of thing and I am fine with it. So do you want to do it now?"

After a little more debate, I agreed. You should have seen her. She quickly jumped up and practically tore her clothes off. All she was wearing was a pair of short-shorts and a tank top so there really wasn’t much to take off, but when she did, I assure you I never took my eyes off. Her breasts were magnificent, much like Bernice’s had been a few years before. They were smaller than Bernice’s but they nipples had the same color tone and the same upward tilt. I was pleasantly surprised to see her pussy was completely shaven and she had an even tan over her body. I didn’t ask where she sunbathed. I decided I could save that for another fantasy some night. I sat and admired her for several seconds, forgetting that I was her father and she was my daughter. She then said, "Daddy? It’s your turn now."

I had almost forgotten and became suddenly nervous. I had a huge erection and now I had to expose it. My daughter was looking eagerly at my crotch, and I began to question the innocence of her motivation. I slowly slid the tight shorts down my muscular legs and then raised up. My balls felt suddenly huge and my cock as pointing strait out from the weight of my twelve-inch erection. Kelly was beautiful. She was fabulously fit and you could make out the six pack in her abs. She had worked out some with me and more at school and you could really see the results in her bareness. We looked at each other for a few intense seconds.

"Isn’t this great daddy?"

"Yeah" I said shyly "I guess it is kinda freeing."

She then sat back down beside me and snuggled up next to me to watch more t.v. I was very uncomfortable, but very horny at the same time. After a while, she asked me another question that make my eyes just about pop out of the sockets.

"Daddy, do you ever masturbate?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I was just wondering. Being naked if freeing me up to ask the hard questions if guess. I have wondered about boys for some time now and thought I would ask you some questions if you don’t mind."

"I guess if it’s in the interest of knowledge I can play along. Yes I do masturbate."

"How much?"

"I guess most every day. I think boys need to more than girls, though I could be wrong."

"I think you are wrong daddy, because I masturbate every day too."

I was astounded by what she was saying but I would soon realize this was just the beginning to a long night of discovery.

"Will you masturbate with me daddy?"

"Now Kelly, you shouldn’t ask me that. That is not the kind of thing a father and daughter should do."

"Why not daddy? We both admitted we do it. Why can’t we learn from each other and help each other out?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Maybe we could look at some of the porno movies you have while we do it. And maybe even, if you want to, we could help each other do it. You know, I could touch you and you could touch me."

It was all I could do not to take my cock and beat off on her right then and there. I knew it would only take a few seconds, as I could see the precum dripping down my shaft now. Without saying any more, I quickly stood up, grabbed her by the hand, and led her to my bedroom. I sat her down on my bed and pulled a porno from the drawer. I don’t know how Kelly found them, and I don’t care. I was so turned on by the fact that she knew where they were and had undoubtedly used them to masturbate to. I sat beside her and pushed play on the remote. As we watched the sex on the screen, I began to stroke my cock.

"Can I do that for you daddy?"

Without a word, I leaned back and felt Kelly put her small teenage hand on my cock. She then began to stroke it up and down, turning her head back and forth from my cock to the t.v. screen.

"I’m going to try something daddy. Don’t worry."

Before I could ask what she was about to do, I saw her put her mouth around the head of my cock and begin sucking. I was in heaven. I knew it was wrong, but didn’t want it to stop. Kelly raised her head for a few seconds and looking into my eyes.

"I saw you in the shower today daddy. I know what you did and I want you to let me do it from now on. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you in the lawyer’s office. I felt your huge cock with that first hug and I’ve wanted to feel it again ever since. I’ve wanted to taste it. I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to be your daughter and your wife."

Those words, as much as anything else, caused me to shoot rope after rope of cum all over Kelly’s mouth and face. I was astounded by what she was saying, I couldn’t even speak. To my surprise she licked and drank as much of it as she could. Then she fell back on the bed, spread her legs, and began fingering her pussy.

"Fuck me now daddy. I need more cum. I want you to know that I am your slut whore. I am a virgin, but I know I can take all of your big cock inside me. I know I can! Its why I was born!"

I thought for a moment about my phobia. About how I hadn’t had intercourse with a woman since I was younger than Kelly. About how I couldn’t possibly allow another pregnancy out of wedlock because of me. All of this fluttered and then left my mind. Now all I thought about was fucking Kelly. Fucking the pussy that these balls had been responsible for making sixteen years ago. And if another pregnancy was in the cards....so be it! She was my daughter AND my wife now. If she were to get pregnant, I was in a position to raise the child now. Kelly could be a mother at sixteen and I could be her motherfucker. I could be a father twice. A father and a grandfather at the same time. I thought about how wonderful that could be as I positioned myself between Kelly’s legs, my cock still covered in cum and saliva. I leaned down and tasted her beautiful pussy. It was smooth and young. It showed not clit, no labia, only a smooth mound with a tight little slit. I forced my tongue between the slit until I found the covered clit. I tickled it and sucked it. Kelly’s moans quickly turned to screams as I beamed with pride. She was loving my kisses and so I continued. I licked and sucked he clit until she bucked wildly on the bed. I hooked my arms around her legs and buried my tongue into her slit, running it up and down. I lifted her ass occasionally to taste her ass, her beautiful perfect ass. I was like a machine. Every time she would cum and her clit became sensitive, she would beg me to stop and fuck her.

"OH GOD PLEASE, ENOUGH DADDY, PLEASE STOP AND SHOVE YOUR COCK IN!"

This is when I would speed up my tongue and quickly get her going again.

"OH YES, YESSSSS, OH FUCK DADDY, YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD!"

After at least a half dozen orgasms, I quickly raised up, took my cum-soaked cock in my hand, and guided it to her velvety soft pussy. It was more than lubed and ready with her cum and my saliva, that the head of my cock slipped in easily. It was the rest that was a challenge.

"Don’t stop pushing it in daddy, no matter what I say, I want it all!"

I took her words to heart and began my quest. My cock slit about a quarter in before her eyes widened and she screamed out "OH GOD!" I know I was at the hymen and I pushed through. She screamed out "OH FUCK" and tears streamed down her face. I continued on as she bit her lip in pain. She looked so sexy. She was sweating all over and her make-up was messy. She had been crying, but I knew it was what she wanted. After all, she was my slut whore now. Her body was perfect, shimmering in the light of the room and her beautiful legs were wrapped tightly around me. Every now and then she would squeeze her legs so tightly, I would struggle for air, but I never quit pushing. Not until I felt my pelvis make contact with hers and my balls rested gently on her tight little perfect ass. She was moaning loudly, and hadn’t noticed that I had stopped. Her eyes were glassed over and she seemed to be in a dream when I took her head in my hands and looked at her. She looked back.

"You did it sweethearts. You took all of daddys twelve inches! I’m so proud of you!"

She smiled up at me and then grabbed my head and pulled my lips down to hers. She opened her mouth wide as we shared a long kiss. It was probably my favorite part of the whole night. My first passionate kiss with my daughter. It was more personal somehow and I was in heaven. As we kissed, I pulled my cock part-way out of her smooth, tight pussy and then quickly shoved it back in. She broke our kiss to scream out as I started to rhythmically plunge my cock in and out of her tight hole. He pussy felt fantastic, though I hadn’t had much to base it on. This was only the second pussy my cock had entered in my life. Ironically enough, the only other time was that night in back bedroom of my best friends house when I was fifteen. That pussy belonged to the mother of the pussy I was now fucking. And I will have to say that Jacy was only able to take in about half of my cock. Her daughter had her beat in that department. After a few minutes on top of Kelly, I decided to change position. I grabbed her and rolled over until I was on my back and she was on top. She instinctively raised up and began bouncing on my cock. We continued to fuck in many positions until finally settling on doggy position. This position was driving her wild and I could feel my orgasm cumming. I yelled out, "Baby, I’m cumming!" and to my surprise, Kelly quickly pulled away, turned around, and stuffed as much as my cock into her mouth as she could. I came hard, even harder than the first time and she gagged. To my surprise she didn’t spill any cum and drank it all down.

"Sorry daddy, but I had to taste you again. I think I’m a cum whore!"

"That’s perfectly fine sweety, you have as much as you want."

She continued to suck my cock long after I came. I was wondering what she was doing and if maybe she hadn’t had enough yet. I asked her if she wanted more cock.

"Oh yes daddy, but this time I want it in my asshole."

I was stunned. I said "I don’t know baby, daddy might hurt you there."

"I can take it daddy! I know I can!"

I smiled at the childish manner in which she spoke, but I wasn’t about to tell her no. I told her to go to the bathroom and get the Vaseline out of the cabinet. I then bent her over the bed and put a generous about on her nice little asshole. I coated my cock with the Vaseline as I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass. When I thought it was ready, I stuck my cock at the hole and told Kelly to get ready. I quickly pushed and my cock slid about a quarter of the way in. She yelled out in pain and then said, "Don’t stop daddy, keep going, fuck my ass." I did just as she said and after several minutes, I was fully in my daughters ass. She has cried again but said how much she loved it. He ass had stretched out well and took all of my cock, even though it felt like my cock was in a vise. I slowly fucked Kelly for what must have been twenty minutes as she rubbed her clit. She must have cum a dozen times more, and I even thought she passed out for a few seconds there. She really was a slut whore, my slut whore, and I loved it. This time I selfishly came in her ass without warning. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside her. It was great. Afterwards she wanted to taste my cock, so she sucked my soft cock for a few more minutes until it was clean of all the cum and lube. It couldn’t have tasted to good I thought, but she seemed to love it, as all slut whores do.

I think she would have wanted more, but my cock had all it could take for one night. I had to promise her the next day I would fuck her more, and she seemed to take it ok. She was quite a site. Makeup all messy, drenched with sweat and cum, pussy and asshole stretched. She was all mine. Yessir, all mine. Wife and daughter. We showered, kissed, talked about the future, things couples do. I finally wasn’t afraid anymore. If she did get pregnant, I hope for a little girl. A dad and a grandad. That would be nice. And all my fantasies could be lived out. The only thing better than one slut whore at your beckon call, is two slut whores at your beckon call.

"Honey do you like playing with Grandpa?"

"Yes Grandpa, you make me feel good and I like making you feel good too."

"Do you want to keep making each other feel good, Cynth?"

"Yes Grandpa."

"Cynthia you must promise me that you will never tell anyone about how we make each other feel good because people won't understand and they will take you away from me."

"No Grandpa, I don't want anyone to take me away from you. I promise I will never tell anyone. I love you Grandpa."

"I love you too Cynth."

"Grandpa, can you make me feel good again?"

" Yes honey."

 

I rolled Cynthia on her back and began suckling her little girl breast. My hand roamed over the top of her panties, and I caressed her pussy. I could feel the heat her pussy was giving off, and I knew she must be wet. Sure enough, as I let my fingers caress further between her legs, I could feel her pussy juices beginning to seep through her cotton panties. I need to touch her pussy, and I needed it now. Slowly, I began sliding her panties off of her, and tossed them to the floor. I was so excited, like a little boy in a candy store, and I was going to savor this treat.

 

Kissing my way down her young body, I stopped where her pussy began and inhaled the scent of her pure and untouched pussy. The sweet musky scent of her virgin pussy was intoxicating. Spreading her legs slightly, so I could get a better look at my granddaughter's pussy, then my tongue slid over her little girl folds; and I savored the sweetest pussy juice I had ever tasted. Tracing her pussy with my tongue, I found the tiny nub of her clit and flicked at it, before sucking it into my mouth. Cynthia was moaning at this new touch she was feeling, and her moans were all pleasure. So, I continued licking at her pussy, finding the entrance to her unspoiled pussy, and darting my tongue deep inside. Her juices were flowing and I was lapping every bit up. She must have been enjoying what I was doing, because her hips began to thrust up at my mouth while her pussy searched out my tongue, all the while she softly moaned.

 

She was so wet, so, I slid my finger part way into her pussy, while I continued to lick and tease her clit. I inched a little more of my finger into her and stopped when I felt the resistance of her virginal shield. I didn't want to break that just yet, I wanted my cock to take her cherry. I continued to slowly finger fuck my granddaughter, and again, she was lost to her body's pleasures. Her hips began to fuck my finger, and I could feel her pussy tighten around it with every thrust. Her breathing was becoming intense, and I knew she was getting close to cumming, her very first, and I delighted in the thought that I would be the one to experience it with her. This made my cock throb, and I began to grind it against the bed. We were both moaning now, as I fingered and licked her pussy and attempted to find relief for my cock. Then I felt her pussy tighten around my finger and her body began to spasm—she was cumming, my little granddaughter was cumming for her grandpa. I quickly pulled my finger out and replaced it with my hungry tongue. Her juices were streaming out of her pussy and my mouth licked and savored every drop. As her body began to relax again I continued to slowly lick out all the pussy juice I could. Then, I crawled up next to her, and kissed her hard, sharing with her the sweet taste of her pussy, which she eagerly sucked from my lips and tongue.

 

"Grandpa, you make me feel so good I love you."

"Honey, I love you too, you are beautiful, and I always want to make you feel good. But Grandpa's cock is still hard, and it needs to finish feeling good."

"Grandpa, do you want me to hold it again and then put it in my mouth?"

"No, Sweetie I want to put my cock into your pussy, where my tongue and finger was a few minutes ago."

"Will that make your cock feel good Grandpa?"

"Oh yes honey, but it may not feel good to you at first. It may hurt until your pussy gets use to feeling my cock in it, but once your pussy relaxes around my cock, it will start to feel really good for you, and for me. When I put my cock inside you, it is how we can feel good together."

"Okay Grandpa I want you to feel good."

 

So, I kneeled between my granddaughter's legs and spread them a little. I took one last look at her innocent pussy, and then guided my cock to the entrance. I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her, and she was tight. I spent a few minutes dipping the tip in and out of her pussy, getting it wet with her juices, and then slowly inched in a little deeper. Slowly thrusting the little bit of cock I had in her, in and out, I loved how tight she felt around my shaft. Cynthia was squirming a little bit, so, I asked if she was okay, and she told me she was a little nervous, but she was okay. I pushed a little more, but met with resistance, I had reached her cherry, and I was now about to cross the line and fuck my granddaughter. I was too far to think it was wrong anymore, and I liked making her feel good, and she was learning to like making me feel good.

 

Before I took her cherry, I lowered my mouth over hers and began kissing her, hoping to take her mind off the soon to come pain she would feel, while I devoured any groan of pain that would definitely escape her. Still thrusting the bit of cock I had in her, and kissing her deeply, I pushed my cock in passed her virginal shield quickly, and didn't move. I felt her body tense up from the pain, but kept her attentions on my mouth and the kiss.

 

Her body relaxed, her pussy relaxed and let go of the clenched grip it had on my cock. I took this as a sign to begin slowly moving my cock in and out, in and out. Her pussy was getting wetter, and she was so tight on my cock; it was a wonderful feeling. With each thrust, I could feel Cynthia begin to respond back by meeting my thrusts with her own. Her hips and pussy rose to grab my cock, afraid that I might totally remove it from its very snug home; but I had no plans on doing that—no, I wanted to fuck her and give her all my cock. Soon, we were thrustings hard against each other, and moaning. I knew my cock was not going to last much longer. "Cynth I'm going to flood your pussy with my cum. Cum with me, and make your pussy milk Grandpa's cock." I began to fuck her harder and she spread her legs instinctively to yield me more room into her tight pussy. She started moaning louder than she had been, and her pussy contracted around my cock. "I'm cumming Grandpa, feel my pussy cum." With that, I thrusted into her hard and exploded my cum deep into her young pussy, which milked my cock for every last drop.

 

I held her tight against my body for a long while before I said anything.

 

"Cynthia, you are such a good girl and I love you so much. You make Grandpa feel so special when you let him touch you and make you feel good."

"I love you too Grandpa. Thank you for teaching me how to make you feel good, I always want to make you happy."

 

That was the first time I had delighted in my granddaughter's young pussy, and now I delight, just as much, in her teen pussy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fifteen years ago, just as Elaine had finished university, she had met Kevin. Our whole family saw right through this asshole, and straight into his demented core. Of course, Elaine fell head-over-heels in love with this wacko, and shortly after graduation was knocked-up and married to him. What could we do, we loved her, we loved our granddaughter Cynthia too; so, we sat back, though not silent, and every now and then, picked up the pieces left from Kevin and his destructive ways.

 

Then, that awful night almost six years ago, I'll never erase it from my memory. I truly believe, next to holding the hand of my wife as she took her last breath of life, succumbing to cancer, this night, too, would be forever carved in my mind. It was a little after 10:00 that night, when my nightly news watching on television was interrupted by a non-stop ringing of the doorbell. I could not think who would be at the door that late, and as I neared the door I felt a surge of panic take over me, like I knew what I would find on the other side would be my worst fear.

 

Opening the door, there hunched over, was my daughter Elaine and little Cynthia. As my daughter looked up at me, my heart nearly stopped. Her face was badly beaten and bleeding, she could barely get the words out.

 

Cynthia said, "Grandpa, daddy did it again. He came home and trashed the house, and hurt mommy."

 

As I reached for Elaine, she collapsed in my arms and I brought her slowly down to the hallway floor. I ran and called 911, then rushed back to comfort Elaine. I watched her mangled body struggling for air, and I cried. By the time they got her to the hospital, it was too late. The doctor, who came to tell me my daughter had passed, said she had severe trauma to the head and internal bleeding, all of which led to tremendous blood loss, which was too much for her body to handle. That was almost six years ago.

 

Elaine was smart, and made sure there would be no complications in my getting custody of Cynthia, in the case of her death. With that prick, Kevin, behind bars, I was all Cynthia really had.

 

When Cynthia first came to live with me, she was a sad and timid 9 ½ year old, who had been through so much in her short life. This, I believe, gave her wisdom far beyond her years. That first year was hard for both of us. I was 67, and was having to learn how to be a father again, which was, in a way, easy since I had always been a big part of Cynthia's life even before all this tragedy. Eventually, we both adjusted and fell into routines, her with school and friends, me with my early retirement and trying to start up a small internet business to pass the time. I have to say it was nice to see my Cynthia begin to perk up out of the gloom and become a happy 10 year old, and this brought sunshine into my days. I could not wait for her to walk through the door, after school, come in my office, wrap her arms around my neck and hug, and then tell me all about her day.

 

I guess you can say, my daytimes led to boredom more often than not, and this led me to fill my time with surfing the internet; which, of course, led me to porn. What a fascinating concept for an old coot like me, I can sit in the comfort of my own home and gaze at porn all day, and no one is the wiser. It has been ages since I've had the pleasures of a woman, and with all the tragedy I had lived through, I did not have time to pursue dating or the company of a woman. And, to be honest, I'm no spring chicken; all the drama in my life has probably aged me faster. I'm not in the best shape, gray and balding, and a bit of a spare tire for a mid-section. So, online porn became my convenience. It was nice to be able to download a dirty mpg, sit back, and stroke my cock as many times as I wanted to during my not so busy days.

 

Then recently, I stumbled on a site full of pictures and clips of old men with really young girls. My cock instantly came to life, pressing achingly against the confines of my trousers. Undoing my trousers and freeing my cock, I clicked on a pictured of an aged old man with white hair, dipping his tongue and fat finger into, what must be, the sweetest tasting hairless pussy of some pre-pubescent blonde. As I began to stroke my cock, I could not help but wish I were the man in that picture. Oh, how my cock ached, I stroked faster, my breathing quickened, and I felt the familiar tightening in my balls. I wanted to be that man, I wanted to lick that little girl's pussy, and taste her sweet nectar. I was so overcome by desire for this little girl and my cock erupted, spurting streams of hot white cum all over the place. It was such a release, I've not cum like that in so long, yet it also opened up a new need—I needed a young girl.

 

I had just enough time to clean myself up before Cynthia got home from school. Today was her last day of school before the start of spring recess. This meant I would have her around most of the days for a week. I was looking forward to spending some time with her, and now I had even more reason to want some special quality time with her.

 

When Cynthia walked in the living room, after school, I drank her in. I had not noticed that she was actually beginning to bud small mounds where her once flat chest had been, and the sight made my cock throb. She was about 4 foot 6 now, and maybe 85 pounds the most, with strawberry blonde wavy shoulder length hair that looked so soft, and big dark brown eyes, which could always get me to do whatever she wanted. Shifting in my recliner, my mind was reasoning my cock into behaving. Her youthful beauty entranced me.

 

Cynthia flopped into my lap, wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me hello. Then chimed right in with the days gossip about who did this and that, what she got on her test in math, and how she and her friends were already planning her birthday party, which was two months away. I just gazed at her innocent beauty, and could not believe that she would be eleven soon. It was so comforting having her cozy up with me, we were close, and now I wanted to be even closer; but would she. I could not believe I was thinking this about my granddaughter, but I was. I wanted to touch her, to teach her, and enjoy her in everyway, but would she let me? I knew I had to put this out of my mind for the moment, as I felt my cock stirring. So, I suggested we go get ready to go out for dinner, making the excuse that I wanted to start her vacation off right, and she was only too eager to go.

 

After dinner, we decided to catch a movie. It was some teen horror flick she was begging to see, which I found boring and let my mind drift off to thoughts of Cynthia and my need to have her. Again, my cock sprang to life, and as it did Cynthia brought her hand to mine and clasped it tightly. Then, I did something, I had to test the waters; so, I brought her hand in mine to my lap and held hands against my bulging hardness. She didn't move, she didn't say a thing, so, I eased my hand from hers and left hers there alone on my hard throbbing cock. After a few minutes of her hand lying on top of my clothed erection, her thumb began to lightly caress my bulge. I thought I was going to explode right there. I didn't know if she knew what she was doing, or if she was just engrossed in the movie and thought it was my leg, but I was not going to stop her to ask. This went on for a while; the slow teasing of my cock by my, maybe unaware, granddaughter, and it was more than I could take. I excused myself to the bathroom, and stroked off, yet another, powerful wad of cum.

 

When we got home from the movies, I told Cynthia it was late, and time for her to go to bed. She hugged me, and thanked me for the movie and ran up the stairs to ready for bed. Before I headed off to my room, I checked in on her and said goodnight, then got myself ready for bed.

 

Shortly after I dozed off, Cynthia was at my bedside nudging me awake.

 

"What's wrong Cynthia", I asked. She was standing at my bedside, a bit pale and obviously frightened.

She said, "Grandpa, you shouldn't have let me see that movie, I'm scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

 

Now, I know I had died and gone to heaven. How could I say no to her, her eyes teary and mouth pouting, and an opportunity to feel her tender body next to mine.

 

"Sure honey scoot in here with Grandpa", is what I said.

 

Cynthia snuggled up close to me, and I could feel her body trembling with fear.

 

"Grandpa, my tummy feels achy because I'm so scared."

 

"How can I make it feel better?" I asked.

 

"Can you rub my tummy like you use too when I didn't feel good?"

 

I couldn't believe the luck I had just ran into. It was good enough, for the moment, having her little body next to me in bed, but now I was given permission to touch her body, and I was going to take full advantage of this. "Sure honey." And with that, my hand glided over her blue nightie, rubbing gently over her stomach.

 

"How does that feel Cynth?"

"Not too much better yet Grandpa."

"Sweetie, just relax and Grandpa will make it all better, you trust me right?"

"Grandpa I always trust you."

"Good, that's my good girl."

 

I kept rubbing her stomach, and slowly her body began to relax. With each swirl of my hand, I made sure that her nightie would rise up a little bit more. Then my hand felt the first contact with the skin of her stomach, so soft like silk, and my body tingled, waking my cock from its slumber. The motion of my hand began to cover more area, and my fingertips slid over her budding breast. They were not quite developed yet, but the youthful nubs felt wonderful under my fingertips. Cynthia's body was totally relaxed, and she made no effort to stop me from doing what I was doing.

 

"Grandpa that feels so nice."

"Cynth do you want me to keep rubbing?"

"Yes, don't stop. I feel so good."

"Well Honey, I know how to make it feel even better."

"Really, How Grandpa?"

"Let's get you out of this nightie so I can make sure I get all the spots that ache?"

 

I helped Cynthia off with her nightie, and now she lay next to me topless. I resumed rubbing her, only now, my hand went directly to her tiny breast mounds. Caressing one at a time, taking turns with each bud. My fingers twirled her pre-puberty nipples, and she moaned, not in pain, but in an obviously pleasured tone.

 

"You know you are Grandpa's special girl, and I'd never do anything to hurt you. I want to always make you feel good. Do you like what Grandpa is doing to you?"

 

"Oh yes Grandpa. I feel so warm, and it makes me feel good all over."

 

"That's good honey, because that means your body likes to be touched like this. Do you want me to make you feel even better?"

 

"MMMMM yes Grandpa," was all she could say as she was clearly getting lost in the new feelings her body was getting from my hands on her breast buds.

 

I lowered my lips to her chest, and slid them over each little bud. I couldn't believe how silky her skin felt under the calloused skin of my fingers. I suckled one of her buds into my mouth, not much there, but enough for my tongue to flick and lick, before making my way over to the other. Cynthia was moaning at each new sensation I was stimulating in her. I knew she was mine, and I could do whatever I wished. Kissing up her neck, and taking in the scent of her hair, which carried a hint of strawberry to match the color, I made my way to her lips, and pressed mine gently down on hers, and then, I let my tongue part her lips. She didn't object, she didn't fight, and she let my tongue touch hers. It was obvious that she didn't know what to do, so, I whispered in her ear, "Follow what Grandpa does with his tongue." She did, and soon, our tongues were teasing, and playing with each other. My cock was throbbing hard, and I eased it out of my boxers, letting it rest against her hip.

 

"Do you want to make Grandpa feel good like you?"

"How can I do that Grandpa?"

 

I brought her hand to my cock, and placed it over it. "This is Grandpa's cock. If you hold it in your hand and stroke it up and down, it will make Grandpa feel good like you." Cynthia began to rub my cock, her small hand fit snuggly around it, she stroked up and down, and not too fast. I thrusted my cock against her gripping hand, fucking it slowly, and trying not to explode yet.

 

"Do you feel good Grandpa?"

"OOOH yes baby girl, Grandpa feels really good. You are doing a good job. Can you kiss Grandpa's cock?"

 

Cynthia bent her head down to my cock and kissed the tip, then licked the bit of pre-cum that had escaped my cock. "Lick my cock sweetie, and then let it slide in your mouth." She was good at following what I said, and began to lick the shaft of my cock up and down. Her small tongue bathed my cock, and then she slipped it passed her lips. Her mouth, not wide at all, eagerly tried to take in as much of my cock as she could. "Cynth slide it in and out of your mouth, it will make me feel so good, and when that happens, I will explode my cum in your mouth." Cynthia sucked on my cock, up and down slowly, her mouth was tight around my cock and I knew I would not last much longer. I held her head and began to fuck her tiny mouth watching every inch that she could take disappear within her mouth. I couldn't take it any longer, "Ready honey, Grandpa is going to cum in your good little girl mouth." And with that, I let loose spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all, and it began to seep from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin. She looked beautiful like that. When I pulled my cock from her mouth, I told her to lick her lips to my cum, and she did.

 

"Grandpa did I make you feel good?"

"Oh yes, Honey you made me feel really good, you are my good little girl."

(Part 2 will follow)

After he gathered all the sundae supplies, chocolate syrup, sprinkles, whip cream, and cherries, he asked Marie to start making them the best sundaes ever, while he went to the bathroom. Only he did not go to the bathroom. He went to the living room and put one of his favorite dirty movies about an old man and a little girl into the DVD-player, and turned on the television so the movie was on and playing.

When he got back to the kitchen, Marie had made them both scrumptious sundaes, and had obviously had fun doing so because the crease of her lip wore a smear of chocolate, which made Mr. Stewart want to taste her even more.

“Let’s take these delicious sundaes into the living room where we can be more comfortable,” he said.

As they walked into the living room, Marie was instantly drawn to the movie on the television. There was a pretty little red-haired girl, who had her hair in pigtails just like Marie wore. The little girl on the screen was sitting on an old man’s lap and giggling each time he would kiss her lips, and they both looked so happy.

Marie and Mr. Stewart sat on the couch and began eating their ice cream. He purposely stayed quiet because he wanted to watch Marie’s reaction to the movie, and he wanted to make her feel like this was completely okay and normal so she would remain comfortable.

On the television screen, the little girl was now straddling the old man’s lap facing him, and he began to unbutton her blouse to help her off with it. Marie was drawn to the television, not sure entirely why. Finally, she asked Mr. Stewart, “What is this movie about?”

Mr. Stewart said, “It is about a man and a girl playing boyfriend and girlfriend. I thought you might like to see how much fun it can be.”

By the time they finished their ice cream, the little girl on the screen was completely naked and was dancing around in front of the old man, teasingly. “Wow, she’s such a pretty little girl. But, I think you are prettier Marie,” said Mr. Stewart. Marie began to blush a little and snuggled up next to Mr. Stewart. Mr. Stewart took this as a sign to move things forward, and he guided Marie into his lap, and kissed her cheek. She gave him a quick kiss back on his cheek and giggled. And, then he leaned right in and kissed her lips, surprisingly, Marie pressed her lips equally against his so he lingered longer, and allowed his tongue to part her lips and enter her small young mouth. He could still taste the sweet ice cream they had just finished eating, and took great delight in exploring her mouth with his tongue. Not really understanding what was happening but feeling a comfortable warmth spreading through her whole body, Marie began to mimic Mr. Stewart’s tongue movements with her own tongue. His cock was stirring beneath her bottom, and he began to move slightly against her bottom to bring his cock to full hardness.

He needed to feel her naked skin, and began to unbutton her blouse, pushing it off her small slender body, and then lifted her white lacey undershirt up and off of her. “You are beautiful Marie.” Marie shyly turned her head slightly and smiled. He turned her head back to his and began to kiss her mouth again, and this time she was more comfortable kissing him back. Mr. Stewart brought his hands to her tiny budding mounds and began to rub her small blossoming nipples. She must have liked the feel of his hands against her exposed and naked chest, because she pressed harder against his hands, urging him on to continue his attentions. He lightly played with her nipples between his finger tips, while penetrating her innocent inexperienced mouth with his tongue. Marie started feeling warm all over, and she felt warmth and moisture begin to build within her pussy, and she could not understand why, but it felt so good that she did not want it to stop.

Marie glanced at the television and without thought said, “What is she doing?” Mr. Stewart took his attention’s away from playing with Marie’s small tits, and saw that the little girl on the screen had her hand wrapped around the old man’s exposed hard cock and, and was stroking it. “Well Marie, when a girlfriend and boyfriend kiss and touch each other it makes the boys cock get hard, and he needs to take it out of his pants so his girlfriend can play with it and make him feel special all over.

Do you feel special all over when I touch you like I am?” Marie quickly said, “Oh yes, Mr. Stewart I feel so special all over my body and I feel happy. Do you want me to make you feel happy like that girl is doing in the movie?”

Mr. Stewart could not have asked for this to go any better, and without saying a thing back to her, he unzipped his pants and pushed his underpants and pants slightly down, repositioning Marie back in his lap. Having young Marie so close to his hard cock was maddening. Marie reached her small hand to his cock and wrapped her hand around it the best she could. Mr. Stewart had an average sized cock, around 7 ½ inches when fully hard. Marie liked the feel of his cock in her hand, it was soft yet hard, and it was warm, very warm. She began to stroke his cock the same way the girl in the movie did. Mr. Stewart groaned with delight, “Mmmmm, Marie that feels really good.”

While Marie stroked his cock up and down slowly, He brought his mouth to her small budding tits and licked and sucked at each of the nipples. He knew he could not take too much more of this and was a few minutes from busting out a hot load of cum, but he did not want to frighten Marie by unloading it in her hand, just yet. “Marie, your hand feels really good around my cock, and when boyfriends feel this good their cocks like to show it by exploding love juice. I don’t want to get it all over you and your hand; I want you to drink it for me.”

“How do I do that Mr. Stewart?”

“Let me show you,” said Mr. Stewart, and with that he helped Marie off his lap and to his side, explaining that she needed to lean over his cock and suck on it like an ice pop, up and down slowly, while your hand holds around the base. She was quick to do exactly what he told her to do, and his hard cock was slipping between her novice lips into her warm mouth. She licked and sucked his cock up and down, trying to take as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. “Oh that’s it, keep sucking my cock like that nice and slow.” He held on to her head and gently helped her bob up and down on his cock, feeling his cum boiling and rising with each suck and thrust of her sweet little mouth. That familiar tightening in his balls let him know he was going to shoot his load into little Marie’s mouth. “Uhh Mmmm, Marie I’m going to cum for you, taste it and drink it for me.” And with that, Mr. Stewart let loose his strings of cum right into Marie’s young mouth. She gagged a little, but did not want to disappoint Mr. Stewart, and tried to swallow as much of the salty tasting juice he squirted into her mouth.

His cock began to shrink smaller and Marie released it from her mouth. When she looked up at Mr. Stewart she had a smear of cum to the side of her lip, and he chuckled to himself thinking back to earlier when the smear was chocolate syrup, and now was replaced by his own thick and white sort of syrup.

“Did I do it right,” Marie said eagerly searching out the approval of Mr. Stewart. “You did great, and you made me feel so special. Thank you,” Mr. Stewart said as he gathered her into his arms and kissed her lips. “I like when you kiss me Mr. Stewart. It makes me feel important.” Mr. Stewart was not done with making her feel ‘important’, not at all done.

He helped Marie straddle his lap, with one leg on either side, and he began kissing her again. While he kissed her, he began to move her hips back and forth, toward him and then away, slowly. He loved the way her panty covered crotch felt against his cock, and he loved it so much that his cock began to spring back into life, hardening.

Mr. Stewart reached behind Marie, unzipped her skirt, and lifted it up over her head and off. He noticed that the crotch of her panty’s were visibly wet, and enjoyed knowing she was being aroused by everything they were doing. Putting his hand on her crotch, he lightly rubbed against her pussy. Marie liked how this made her feel, and she was warm and tingly deep inside her pussy. She did not understand why, but she liked it and did not want the feeling to stop, and began to press her pussy against Mr. Stewart’s hand.

He knew he had to see her pussy, now. He had to see it as he touch it, he had to smell her sweet young scent, and he knew he had to taste it. Rubbing his finger up and down her panty covered slit making sure to increase pressure on her clit, she let a small moan escape her. He knew he could proceed with anything he wanted to do to her because she was enjoying this new pleasure. Mr. Stewart guided her off his lap and stood Marie in front of him and reaching his hands beneath the elastic band of her panty, he slid them down her legs and she reflexively stepped out of them.

It was pure innocent beauty that appeared before his eyes. The small hairless pouts of her pussy mounds were beautiful. Her clit and pussy lips were still hidden well within the crevice of her pussy. He could smell a hint of her musky scented juices that had to be building from all the touching and kissing they were doing. Mr. Stewart drank in her picture perfect and unspoiled treasure, and then guided her back into a straddle of his lap. As he positioned her, he was able to get his first glimpse of her glistening clit and pussy lips when her legs spread to each side of his lap. It made his cock stiffen.

Mr. Stewart began to take off his shirt and undershirt. Marie giggled when he released his chubby belly and hairy white chest, and Mr. Stewart brought her into his arms and against his naked chest. His hairy chest tickled and scratched against Marie’s own naked chest, but it felt oddly good to her, and they began to kiss. She could feel his hard cock rubbing back and forth between the crevice of her pussy and that exciting warm feeling was building up again. She liked the way it felt and began to rub her pussy harder against his cock, and Mr. Stewart was delighted.

He brought his hand around to her ass and rubbed it gently before he let his fingers feel her wet little pussy from behind. He could not believe how wet her young pussy was getting. Then Marie suddenly became aware of the movie on the television when she heard the little girl on the screen moaning. Mr. Stewart saw her attention was drawn to the screen and the little girl in the movie was enjoying a good finger fucking by the old man.

Mr. Stewart helped Marie turn around on his lap, spread her legs to each side of his own, leaned her back against his chest, and rubbed her nipples as she was now watching the movie. He had hoped that her interest in the movie would continue to make her feel comfortable allowing him to touch and explore her body without resistance, and it did. He began to move his cock back and forth between her spread legs and could feel her young pussy juice bathing his cock. The heat from her pussy was intense, and Mr. Stewart brought his finger to her clit and began to rub it between his fingers.

Marie liked how this felt and she began to press her pussy against his fingers, urging him on. She wanted to feel how his finger would feel inside of her, and to have him do what the man in the movie was doing to the girl. Mr. Stewart could sense from her movement against his fingers, hand and cock was a sign of urgency—of wanting more. He slid his finger up and down her pussy slit, feeling her juice build, and then slid the tip of his middle finger into her tight hole. Slowly, he began to work the tip of his finger in and out of her pussy. He did not want to push his finger in to deep and break her cherry, so slowly and gently he worked his finger in and out, in and out.

This new feeling of having something inside her private part was the best feeling Marie had up to now. The funny feeling in her stomach began to travel through her whole lower body, and she could not help but moan softly each time Mr. Stewart put his finger inside of her. She began to push against his finger and had the urge to push it in deeper than it was going.

Mr. Stewart felt her pushing harder and faster against his finger and knew she may be close to possibly cumming for him. He wanted to taste her sweet unspoiled pussy juice the first time she came for him. So, Mr. Stewart moved Marie from his lap and guided her to lie down on the floor.

“Marie”, he said, “I want to kiss your body and make you feel really special. Do you want me to make you feel special?” She looked up at him and nodded yes.

He spread her legs wide, and knelt between them. Again, he drank in the beauty of her young innocent pussy, its small ruffling lips and budding clit glistening from Marie’s pussy juice. Mr. Stewart pressed his parted lips against her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Marie was startled at the first feel of Mr. Stewart’s mouth on her privates, but then she relaxed because she really did not want him to stop what he was doing. His tongue flicked against it, tasting Marie’s pussy juice. While he sucked on her clit, he fucked his finger tip in and out of her pussy, helping her build up her pleasure again. She began to push harder against his finger tip, and he desperately did not want to break her cherry with his finger and not his cock, so he removed his finger once again, but he could feel her disappointment.

Mr. Stewart began to lick his tongue up and down her pussy drinking in her juice. Then he spread her pussy lips open with his finger and plunged his tongue into her tiny hole. He licked and lapped at her pussy enjoying her taste. Marie was also enjoying this new feeling and began to push her pussy hard against Mr. Stewart’s mouth. He rubbed at her clit and tongue fucked her pussy, quickening his pace, then Marie’s young body tensed up and he could feel her pussy spasm around his tongue, and she instinctively moaned with pleasure as warm juice flowed into Mr. Stewart’s hungry and waiting mouth. He kept gently licking at her pussy until she seemed to relax from her first orgasm.

“Mr. Stewart, that felt so weird, but nice,” Marie told him.

“I know sweetheart, I like making you feel special”, he said, and Marie smiled.

He lay down next to her and brought her close to him, and they both watched the movie that was still playing. Mr. Stewart knelt over Marie and kissed her neck and worked his way down to her nipples, where he rubbed and suckled them in turn. Marie was so relaxed and comfortable, and she really liked the attention Mr. Stewart was giving her.

The old man, in the movie, had the little girl sitting on his lap facing forward now with his cock rubbing between her pussy lips. She was looking down between her legs at his cock thrusting up from under her, and she would reach her hand down to tug on his cock. Then he spread her legs wider and she seemed to know exactly what that meant, because she took the old man’s cock and guided the tip into her small pussy and he pushed it in the rest of the way. The little girl began to move her body up and down on his cock.

Marie’s eyes widened to this scene, and she wondered how it would feel to have Mr. Stewart do the same thing to her. Mr. Stewart watched her expressions, but did not want to talk to her and possibly scare her. He wanted her to enjoy what he was doing to her body and just let things happen without much talking. He felt she would continue to keep moving forward if her body felt good, and with that he began to finger fuck her pussy again.

Marie lay there on the floor entranced to the feeling his finger was causing her pussy. She could not understand why it felt so good and she did not know if it was okay for her to feel good like this, but she did not want it to stop. So, she spread her little legs wider as she lay there as if she were inviting Mr. Stewart to have her young pussy. Mr. Stewart’s cock was so turned on by her spreading her legs for him. It was like her pussy was calling out to his cock and telling it to go inside.

He knew he had to prepare her for the possible pain his cock might cause her pussy when he first entered her, but he did not want to scare her off. So, he leaned over her mouth and began to kiss it, letting his tongue suck on her small tongue, and then he kissed her cheek working over to her ear. His finger was still working slowly in and out of her very wet pussy, and he whispered in her ear, “That girl in the movie like to have her boyfriends cock inside of her like that. They must do that all the time because she seems to be having fun. Do you want to have fun like that?”

Marie was so into the feeling he was causing with his finger going in and out of her pussy that all she could do was nod yes. Mr. Stewart then whispered, “She is very use to his cock, and it goes in to her nicely. But you are not use to my cock and I don’t know if you will like it.” Marie said, “I like you, so I will like it I promise.” He said, “Sweetie, it may hurt when it goes in for the first time because it has never been inside of you, but it does not hurt for long and after that it will never hurt again and you will be just like that girl in the movie.” Marie was a little scared now, but she did not want to make Mr. Stewart mad at her because she really liked that he wanted to spend time with her. So, she just kissed him on the cheek as if to say okay you can do it.

Mr. Stewart continued to finger fuck her pussy, going a little deeper to feel where her resistance would begin. Then he kneeled between her spread legs and allowed a wad of his spit to drizzle down to her pussy. He rubbed his spit into her pussy making it more wet than it had already been, and then he began to rub his cock between her pussy lips and concentrating more at her pussy hole.

He pushed his cock tip into her hole gently, allowing her pussy to adjust to the size of his cock. Mr. Stewart did not want to force it in; he wanted to feel every tight inch of her pussy hole as it allowed him to pass into it. Then he began to slowly thrust the tip of his cock in and out of her pussy. Marie liked how this new feeling felt and she wanted to push against his cock each time he pushed into her, and she began to meet his short thrusts. He knew she was enjoying it and pushed deeper feeling her cherry sheath against the tip of his cock. To his surprise, Marie did not wince when he hit her cherry, she was too lost in the new feeling she was having from the fullness of his cock.

Mr. Stewart drew back his cock and pushed deeper and her cherry ripped as he passed through it. He did not move, but looked down at Marie for a sign of pain or fear. Her eyes had welled up with tears, and she was grabbing at the rug beneath her. Mr. Stewart bent down to kiss at her lips and she kissed him back. They kissed for what had to be 5 minutes without his cock moving from the position it was in. And then, Marie began slightly moving against his cock, she was moving him in and out all by herself.

He pushed his hard cock all the way into her thrusting pussy and Marie moaned with delight—Uhhmmm. He was finally inside Marie. Slowly he began to thrust his hard cock into her tight pussy, and he could not believe how it could spread open and allow his hard cock inside because it was so incredibly tight. Marie’s pussy was literally wrapped around his throbbing cock.

Mr. Stewart new he would not last to long and was on the brinks of exploding cum inside of her. Marie must have also been close to another orgasm because she began to quicken her thrusting rhythm as she impaled her pussy onto his cock. In and out they thrust against each other.

He looked beneath him at this young and now sex hungry girl who was getting off on his cock inside of her, and he fucked her tenderly. Marie’s body went tense again, but this time her tight pussy clenched Mr. Stewarts cock deep inside of her and she felt a warm rush devour her pussy as it spasmmed against his cock. Mr. Stewart lost it in that moment. The tightness of her pussy around his cock made him shoot rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy. They thrust against each other in pleasure. Her small pussy could barely hold his load of cum and began to seep out from around his cock. It was magnificent to watch his cum coat her pussy.

Mr. Stewart had never had such an intense fuck in all his life. He pulled Marie snuggly into his arms and whispered into her ear, “You are such a good girlfriend.” Marie blushed and smiled at him and told him that she liked being his girlfriend. He told her they could spend lots of time with each other, but what they were doing had to be kept a secret because no one would understand and they may get jealous and mean to her. She promised to keep it a secret.