"I'm sorry ma'am, but only two can go down the Black Hole at a time," the lifeguard said.

"Okay, you two go down first, and then I'll go after you," the woman told her two daughters.

"I don't want to go with Lisa!" exclaimed the younger girl, who looked about eight. "I want to go with you, Mommy."

"Okay, then I'll go with Linda, and Lisa you can go by yourself."

"How old are you?" the lifeguard asked the older girl, a real looker with light brown, curly hair and a white bikini with bright red polka dots.

"Twel-thirteen!" she replied.

"How old is your sister?" the lifeguard asked the younger girl.

"She's twelve, and I'm going to be eight in two weeks," the girl replied.

"I'm sorry, but riders twelve and under can't go alone," the lifeguard said, pointing to a sign. "Why don't you do what your mother suggested before-you two go down together, and then your mom can go after you?"

"No, I don't want to ride with Lisa!" cried Linda.

"Oh, why do you have to make everything so difficult?" the mother said to no one in particular. Then she looked at me. "Excuse me, Mister; are you going down the slide alone?"

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Would you mind...? I know this is an imposition, but would you mind sharing this one ride with my daughter?"

"Sure, no problem," I replied good-naturedly. "She'll be in good hands."

"Okay; Lisa, is that all right with you?" the woman asked her daughter. "Linda..."

"It's okay, Mom," Lisa said. "It's just a water slide."

"My name's George," I said, holding my hand out to the girl.

She shook my hand. "Hi, I'm Lisa," she said, as if I hadn't already figured that out.

The woman and her bratty child went down the water slide, and then Lisa and I got onto the little raft. "Put your arms around her," the lifeguard told me.

"Ready, Lisa?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," she replied. "This looks like it's going to be a lot of fun!"

It was December 30-a Friday, and the day before New Year's Eve. My wife and I were staying in our time share at what is billed as "America's Largest Indoor Water Park," and it was the last day of our vacation. For the umpteenth time, my wife had gone shopping at the local factory outlet mall, but I chose to stay and have some fun by myself instead.

I wrapped my arms around Lisa's waist, but as we zoomed down a black tunnel I thought, "What the hell?" and grabbed onto her little tits instead. Lisa screamed as we whirled through the darkness and as we came to a large circular room with bright lights and deafening heavy metal music. We twirled around the room several times before we lost centrifugal force and fell almost vertically down another black tunnel, at which point I squeezed her breasts hard, only letting go as we slid out into the pool.

"Mister, you're not supposed to hold me like that," the girl reprimanded me as we got off the raft.

Before I could apologize, Lisa's mother and sister came over. "How was your ride?" the woman asked.

"Scary, but a lot of fun," Lisa answered. "How about yours?"

"Well, I enjoyed it, but I think it was a little much for Linda," their mother stated.

"Well, then do you think I could do it again with this nice man?" the girl asked as she grabbed my hand and looked at me. "I feel safe when you hold me tight like that."

Her mother gave her the heads up, provided that I didn't mind. Lisa could meet up with them in the wave pool.

Mind? I just hoped no one would notice the boner that was forming in my Bermudas.

"I had a lot of fun, and I'm glad you want to go down the Black Hole again," I said to Lisa as we stood in line for our second ride. "But I'm really confused, because you said you didn't like how I was holding you."

Lisa replied, "Silly, I didn't say I didn't like it. I said you're not supposed to hold me like that. And you aren't! Especially that tight." She laughed. "You're the first guy who ever grabbed my breasts! It felt cool, and it makes me feel like... you know, like I must be kind of sexy if an old man... well, you're not really that old, but you know... Are you going to do that again?"

"If you ask that way, of course I will!" I exclaimed, adding a white lie. "I didn't really do it on purpose, but my hands just kind of moved to your breasts accidentally. But if you liked it, and it helps make you feel safe, of course I'll do it again."

She laughed, and we engaged in some small talk as we awaited our turn on the water slide. Lisa told me her last name (Gunderson), the name of her school (Admiral Richard Byrd), and miscellaneous information such as where she lived, that her parents were divorced, and that she was on vacation with her mother and sister at the Wilderness Resort Hotel. I told her that I work for a remodeling company, that my wife and I were on vacation at the Windham Resort Lodge (physically connected to the Wilderness, but a time share), and that our kids were grown. Lisa told me about a boy named Frank whom she liked at school, although she admitted they had not actually done any more than hold hands.

If Lisa liked it when I grabbed her tits, how would she feel if I rubbed her pussy? As soon as we headed down the first tunnel, I grabbed her breasts, but when we hit the circular room I moved my right hand down so I could slip it down the front of her bikini bottoms. A thrilling water slide suddenly became much more exciting.

When we got off the ride, I looked directly at Lisa. In sharp contrast to her pale skin were her red lips, the exact same shade as the polka dots on her bikini, and the most sensuous lips I've ever seen. She stared at me with her big blue eyes and said, "That was soooo fun! Thank you!" And then she stood on her toes and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm glad you liked it, Lisa," I replied. "God you're beautiful. I'd really like to see you naked."

She turned her head quickly to look around. "Don't you think we should find a more private place if we're going to do that?"

I was dumfounded. I had expected her to laugh, or to run off, or to retort with something like, "In your wet dreams," but I hadn't expected this.

I smiled and asked, "Are you serious? Do you mean, like my room?"

She giggled, and then she asked, "Do you think we can sneak out of here without my mom seeing us?"

"We shouldn't go together," I said. Even if Lisa's mother didn't see us, I didn't want to be caught on a security camera walking out of the waterpark with an underage girl. "Why don't you go get your towel and dry off, and I'll get mine and then change my clothes. Watch for me when I come out of the changing room, and if your mother isn't around, follow me outside."

"Do you think I should change, too?" she asked.

"No, it's probably better if you don't," I said. "If you change, your mom will probably see that your things aren't there. But if you just go in that sexy bikini of yours, maybe your mom will just think you're in a different part of the waterpark. It's pretty big."

There are some lockers and even cabanas in the park, but most people prefer not paying the ridiculous prices they charge and prefer to leave their personal belongings on the tables and chairs that surround the swimming area. I saw Lisa head for a table with some chairs, and I got my things-jeans, a white T-shirt, a pair of flip-flops, and my hotel key and towel. As I headed for the changing room, I passed a table that had a Green Bay Packers' cap; I surreptitiously grabbed it and kept walking. I'm not usually a thief (or a child molester for that matter), but I figured the cap would be useful in covering my face as we passed the different security cameras in the long hallways of the resort. Since I'm a lifelong Bears fan, the Packers' cap would be a useful red herring.

I took a quick shower to get rid of the chlorine, and then I got dressed, electing to "go commando" by wrapping my wet swimming suit in the towel. Upon leaving the changing room, I couldn't resist the temptation to look for Lisa; she saw me and waved. I walked out of the park and waited.

The entrance to the water park is right in front of an entrance to the building; since I was so scantily dressed and it was about 15º outside, the vestibule was freezing. After what seemed an eternity but was probably about three minutes, Lisa exited the park. "This way," I said without waiting for her to catch up with me.

Once I was in a warm hall away from the entrance, I stopped to wait for my accomplice. I noticed with approval that she had turned in her wet towel for a dry one, and wished I had done the same. She proffered her hand, and I would have liked to take it, but I decided it was more prudent to simply walk side-by-side. When other guests saw us, they would probably assume we were father-daughter; but how many twel-thirteen year old kids hold their father's hand?

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this!" exclaimed Lisa.

"Doing what?"

"I'm with you... a man... a grown up, and we're going to your hotel room to... and before this morning no one, not even Frank, had ever even touched my breasts, but you... I can't believe it!" She stopped. "Do you really think I look sexy? My tits are kind of small."

I laughed, somewhat uneasily. "Very sexy, Lisa," I said. "And do you know what? Except for my daughter, who's now... um, twenty-two, I don't think I've ever been kissed by a twelve-year-old."

"How old were you when you got your first kiss?" she asked.

"I don't know... thirteen, I guess... Donna Sronkowski... and she was probably thirteen too," I reminisced. "Eighth grade, winter dance. Tongue and everything."

"What else did you do?" she asked.

"Uh-uh," I replied, shaking my head. "You should never kiss and tell. Mum's the word. I should never have mentioned Donna Sronkowski. Just like you're not going to tell your friends about us."

"What room are you in?" she asked as we turned a corner in the labyrinth of a hotel.

"I mean it; promise you're not going to brag about this."

"Okay, I won't kiss and tell!" she laughed. "But what room are you in?"

Caution! "It's in the Windham; it's a time share, and the number is 7214," I fibbed. The first two facts were true, but the actual number was 7210. Even though Lisa had promised not to tell anyone about our tryst, I figured it was best to be cautious and not identify my actual room. There was always the chance she would see the number on the door, but that was a risk I was willing to take.

"Oh, I know how to get there... we have to cross a little bridge, but first we have to go up to the second floor, don't we?"

"That's right, except the little bridge is called a skywalk, since it's indoors," I agreed. "Then we just go down a long hall to 72... 7214."

"Okay, well you're going to have to catch me," she declared.

She took off like a flash down the hall. I watched her for a second, and then I ran after her, nearly tripping in my flip-flops. Lisa was getting away, so I decided to lose the flip-flops. She was a good ten or twelve yards ahead of me, and I saw her round a corner. I ran after her as fast as I could, when I saw her get into an elevator.

I ran to the stairs to catch the lust of my life, but she stood at the top, taunting me. I dashed up the stairs, but by the time I got to the top she was half-way down another hall. I saw her go down another staircase, but this time luck was with me, for I caught a down elevator right away.

Lisa didn't expect that; she was calmly walking down the hall (in the wrong direction) and did not see me get off the elevator. "Gotcha!" I cried as I put both arms around her.

"Come on!" I ordered, pulling her towards the elevator. I pressed the button, and it apparently hadn't moved, so I pulled her in. On the way down a minute earlier, I saw an "Out of Order" sign on the security camera, so I kissed Lisa on the lips. Amazingly, she did not struggle but returned my kiss eagerly, albeit sloppily, clearly new to kissing. She felt incredibly good against me, my hands stroking up and down the back of her half-naked body. My heart was pounding in my chest, which I knew was from both excitement and fear at what I was doing.

The elevator door opened, and Lisa and I broke apart. "Good morning," I said to a couple with two young kids.

Alone again, but probably within Big Brother's camera range, I said, "You're a naughty girl, making me run after you like that."

"And you're a dirty old man for trying to force a young, naïve girl to go to your hotel room," she laughed.

"Hey, I'm not that old," I laughed. More seriously I added, "And I'm not forcing you to do anything. Don't forget, this was your idea."

"Right, Grandpa!" she exclaimed. "But you still have to catch me!"

Like a bolt of lightning, she took off again. At least this time she was headed in the right direction. I ran after her, but it was sort of a broken-field run, what with all the hotel guests and the cleaning crews in the hallway. She was fast, but I was more adept at maneuvering around people, and by the time she got to the skywalk over a snow-filled gulch, I was only about ten feet behind her.

I'm not very athletic, but I do try to run around the track at the health club at least once a week; Lisa is more of a sprinter. As we left the Wilderness and entered the Windham, I caught up with her a second time. "I'm not going to let you get away again," I vowed. "Hold my hand."

She took my hand happily and did not try to escape. Despite my earlier reluctance to hold my twelve-year-old "daughter's" hand in public, I figured it could be no more compromising than having a middle-aged man chasing a girl in a bright white-and-red bikini. Although I had made an effort to keep my head down so that my face was hidden by the Green Bay cap, we must have drawn attention to ourselves.

As we walked down the long halls of the time share, I let Lisa do most of the talking. She bantered on about school, friends, family, and her hopes for the future-she said she'd like to run some kind of organization to help poor children, and maybe become a "senator or a governor or something" someday.

As we neared my room, it occurred to me that it wouldn't be a good idea to be captured on film entering with an under-age girl. Nor would it be advisable to let Lisa discover I had fibbed about my room number.

"Well, we're almost there," I said. "Hey, my room is really cool, and I'd like to be able to surprise you. Why don't you cover your face with a towel until we're in the room?"

"Cover my face?" she repeated. "Uh... that's kind of weird, but if you really want me to..."

The beach towel was large, so not only was Lisa's face covered, but also her entire front-meaning that not even her distinctive swimsuit could be identified on a security camera. Unfortunately, we still had a fair distance to walk to my room. "Aren't we there yet?" she asked. "I don't want to trip."

"Don't worry-I won't let you trip," I promised. "My room is just ahead."

I didn't see anyone in the hallway as we got to my room. It wasn't easy to slip the electronic key into the lock and turn the knob without letting go of Lisa's hand, but I held on tightly because I couldn't risk her escaping again. We walked into the room, and I closed and bolted the door behind us. "Voila!" I exclaimed as I pulled the towel off my soon-to-be-lover. "What do you think?"

Lisa looked around the suite. "Wow, there's even a little kitchen! Can we start a fire in the fireplace?"

"Sure, honey," I said, "but first I want to dry my towel. You were smart to get a dry towel before you left the water park."

"How..." she started, but then she gasped. "There's a washing machine in your room? And look how big this bathroom is!"

"Yeah, I guess it's kind of cool," I agreed. "In the time share, we have to wash our own towels, so that kind of helps. Well, why don't you go into the kitchen and help yourself to a Coke or something from the fridge."

"Hey... are these wine coolers?" she asked. "Can I have one?"

Personally, I can't stand the sweet things, but my wife likes them. "You're kind of young to be drinking wine, don't you think?"

"Just to try it?" she begged. "Just one? I promise I won't get drunk."

"Okay, you can have a wine cooler... would you grab me a beer?"

"Yuck, I don't like beer," she said. "It stinks."

"You know, on second thought, I think I'll have a wine cooler, too," I said.

Gas fire lit, wine coolers in hand, we sat down on the couch and clicked our bottles together in a toast. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Lisa, I don't know how you did it, but your bathing suit is almost the same color as your ruby lips and pale skin. You're gorgeous."

"Thank you," she blushed. "You know, you can kiss me if you like."

Considering the fact that I had already felt her up in public-twice-and had boldly kissed her in an elevator, I'm not sure why I was hesitant to act now that we were alone. Lisa's blunt offer made it easy for me to make my move.

We kissed. She didn't open her mouth, and I didn't want to try to force her to do so; her natural innocence seemed so much more appropriate. I reached behind her and unhooked her bikini top. She caught it before it could fall off.

"Oh!" she said before she laughed. "I mean... Do you really think I'm pretty? I'm... my breasts aren't really that big a deal."

She must have realized she had made a pun, because she repeated the phrase, "that big a deal" and laughed again.

"Bigger isn't necessarily best," I noted. "I'm sure your breasts are just lovely."

She let her bikini top fall off, and then she dropped it to the floor. She cupped her breasts and played with them a little, and I commented, "They're even prettier than I thought they'd be. Now, what about the bottoms?"

She giggled and said, "Okay, but..."

"But what?"

"You have to take yours off too!"

I laughed, but I didn't explain why I thought her comment was so comical. Instead I suggested she climb on the coffee table and do a little dance as she undressed the rest of the way.

"All right, but I need music to dance," she replied.

I tossed her the control for the TV; we both knew she could find a suitable music channel in less time than it would take me to turn the thing on.

She took my hand and led me back to the couch as a hip-hop artist rapped about his whore. Then there was some silly pop song, and finally a Lady Gaga video came on. Lisa stood up on the coffee table and danced for me, rubbing her tits and slowly pulling her bikini bottoms down a bit as a teaser. Little by little she revealed her lovely body, finally pulling the bottoms all the way down and off. I had already pulled off my shirt, and I dropped my pants as soon as Lisa's vulva was in full view.

"Hey, it really does get hard!" she exclaimed when she looked at my penis.

"Of course; what did you expect?"

"I don't know... but I didn't think it would be sticking out like that," she commented. "I've seen... pictures and statues and stuff..."

"You like to look at pornography?" I asked with a bit of surprise.

"I don't know if it's really pornography," she came back. "We took a school trip to the Art Museum, and they had a lot paintings and statues of naked people there. Mostly gods or angels or something. But none of them had a penis that sticks out like yours!"

"I'm glad you're impressed," I said proudly. "What do you think-shall we go into the bedroom now?"

I proffered my hand and helped her step down the 18 inches or so from atop the coffee table. She stopped abruptly when we reached the threshold of the bedroom.

"Wait!" Lisa cried. "You just said you wanted to see me naked-nothing about..."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked. "Did you really think I invited you to my room just so I could look?"

"That's what you said!" she exclaimed. Using a gruff voice she imitated me. "'God, you're beautiful. I'd really like to see you naked.' And I said, 'Don't you think we should find a more private place if we're going to do that?'"

I reflected for a second before I answered, "You must have known I didn't just want to look. It took me some five or ten minutes to take a shower and change my clothes. Exactly what were you thinking during all that time?"

She stared off into space. "First, I thought about how cool it was, going with a man old enough to be my grandfather to his hotel... I mean, time-share room, and that we were going to be naked and do stuff."

"What kinds of stuff?"

"I don't know... that you would kiss me, and I'd kiss you back, and you would squeeze my breasts again. I thought you'd make some comment about how pretty my vag... pussy is. But you didn't say anything about it. Don't you like it?"

"Sorry," I said as I got on my knees. "Yes, this is undoubtedly the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen. I really like the way that you don't have a whole lot of hair, mostly just fine, downy hairs and a few dark ones-and those are straight and silky-looking instead of coarse and curly. If I were a painter, I'd want to paint your portrait just as you are."

"Thank you," she said, curtsying. As she did so, her labia spread just a little, flashing pink.

"But I'm not a painter or even much of a photographer," I continued. "I'm just an ordinary guy who would like to lick your exquisite pussy and bring you to new heights that you've not only felt but never even imagined before."

I licked her. "That does feel good," she cooed. "But you have to promise not to do anything unless I tell you it's okay."

"Scout's honor," I said, using the three-finger salute I hadn't used since I was fourteen.

Lisa laughed; she wouldn't have if she'd ever been a Scout. Even thirty-some years since I last took off my Boy Scout uniform, the words "Scout's honor" meant something. I felt a twinge of guilt as I recalled my marriage vows, but not so much that I was going to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She took my hand and led me to the foot of the bed. "We should probably pull the sheets down," she suggested. "You do that side, and I'll do this one."

Lisa wanted to pull the bedspread and sheet down a couple of feet so that we could get into bed and cover ourselves, but I pulled them all the way off so that I could begin foreplay at her toes and work my way gradually up to her tunnel of love. "Oh, I never thought you'd do something like that!" she exclaimed as I sucked on her toes.

I smiled at her. "Keep doing it; it feels... it feels sexy!"

I worked on her left foot and then her right, after which I licked her entire left calf and behind the knee. When I looked up for signs of approval, I noticed one hand slowly moving as she covered her vagina. When I did the same procedure on the other leg, she laughed and said, "Don't get mad, but for some reason I was thinking about Justin Bieber."

"Oh, baby, baby, baby ohhh, like baby, baby baby noo, like baby, baby, baby, ohh, I thought you'd always be mine, mine," I sang.

She laughed again. "I'm not really much of a Justin Bieber fan-he's okay, but I'm not really into his stuff-but I was thinking about him," she declared. "But I think you're better; they say he's a virgin! Come on-lick me some more like you were doing."

I didn't have to be told twice. With each lick I got a little closer to her treasure, although I decided to tease her and avoided cunnilingus. I shifted my attention to her upper body.

"You don't think I'll get pregnant, do you?" she asked.

I could no longer kid myself-in my lust I had pushed the thought from my mind. "No, I don't think so," I said. "When's your next period?"

She just sat there quietly, so I asked, "You have begun having your periods, haven't you?"

"Yes, but..." she left the statement unfinished. "The thing is, I don't know when to expect the next one. I had the first one in May, on Mother's Day, and then I didn't have another one until the end of August. Next it came on Halloween. I was supposed to be a gymnast, but at the last minute Mom had to make a skirt so I could be a ballerina instead. It was so embarrassing."

I thought that was why girls wore tampons.

"Then I just had a period at Christmas; Mom was worried that I wouldn't be able to go swimming, but it ended in time," she added. "So I'm not really sure when to expect the next one."

"I think that's pretty common," I said. "I think it takes about two years for most girls to develop a steady pattern. Anyway, I don't think you have anything to worry about. A woman's fertile period is thirteen to fifteen days before she starts menstruating, and it sounds like that won't be for several more weeks."

"That's what I thought," she said. "Do you know what? I was thinking of that a little when I was waiting for you at the water park, but I didn't want to say anything."

"That's okay," I reassured her. "Like I said, I don't think there's much risk of your getting pregnant, but I really should use a condom. I'm willing to risk it, but it's your call." Perhaps I should have mentioned the risk of STDs, but since I know I'm disease-free I didn't think it was important.

As we discussed the above, we lay next to one another while I gently glided my hand along her silken body. For her part, Lisa held firmly to my penis.

I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and then we shifted positions so I was on top of her. I kissed her some more, and I blew softly into her ear. With great care, I kissed and nipped at her ears and her neck, careful not to leave marks. My tongue explored her shoulders and upper arms, savoring every square inch as I slowly returned to the beautiful breast buds that had turned me on so much. As I gently nipped at her breasts, she lifted up to meet my lips, letting out a gentle sigh with every contact.

Lisa's stomach was firm and her breathing was steady; I lay my ear to her chest, and I could hear her heart beat. I resumed kissing her belly, worked my tongue into her naval (eliciting a giggle). I licked my way across her abdomen, losing myself as she squirmed beneath me, and each time she inhaled her rib cage was outlined so that I could carefully trace each nook and cranny with my tongue.

I worked my way down her body, past her waist and to her thighs. She spread her legs wide, giving me easy access to her vulva. My tongue made repeated trails over her mons, dipping down, occasionally trailing my tongue across her slit, but mostly teasing, reveling in the joy of being the first to show this young girl pleasure. I explored the crevice where her pussy and thighs come together, and my efforts were rewarded by near constant movement as Lisa squirmed beneath me, sighing with pleasure.

I covered her pussy with my mouth. She jerked upward in response, and then she settled back as I smothered her entire vagina with my open mouth. As my tongue probed, she squirmed some more, and I was pleased to note some dampness between her lips. Lisa's pussy was tight and compact, still sealed off by her hymen, her clitoris distinguishable only as a small bump. The dampness was back between her legs, and I lapped at it with abandon, enjoying the sweet taste of her virgin pussy. It was unique and exciting, and I couldn't get enough of it.

"Mister... um, can I ask you something?" she asked timidly. "No, never mind."

I looked up. "Anything you like, Lisa," I said. "And please call me George."

She pushed my head down. "Just keep doing what you were doing," she commanded. "It feels real good."

"Um... Mr. George... do you think it will hurt when we... when we... you know, fuck?" she asked presently.

"Yes," I replied frankly. "The first time a woman has sexual relations, there's almost always some pain. But they say that it isn't really bad, and that it lasts only a short time-when your hymen is actually ruptured."

"And it isn't all that bad?"

"Not really," I said. "Of course, I can't speak from personal experience, but think of it this way: if it were really painful, do you think women all over the world would keep having sex? Of course not. Now, there are other things we can do that will make us feel good, even if we don't have intercourse."

Without waiting for a response, my hands slipped around either side of her and gripped her narrow hip bones, easily lifting Lisa's small body to meet my lips. I then started making trails from the top of her pussy all the way back, getting closer and closer to her ass, wanting to taste every inch of her.

"Mr. George... um, I think I'm ready," she said. "I mean, we've done all this, and..."

"Are you sure?" I asked, a bit dubiously. "I don't want to force you to do anything."

"No, no, this is what I want," she said. "I want you to possess me, to stick your hard penis between my legs and f... make love to me."

"Don't go away," I said as I stood up. I didn't offer any explanation, but simply hurried to the bathroom where the washer/dryer was, and took the towel out of the machine. Then I picked up Lisa's towel and re-entered the bedroom via the other door.

"Here, get up so I can put these down," I ordered.

"What are those for?" she asked.

"The first time a woman makes love, she experiences pain for two reasons," I said. "First, it's because her vaginal muscles are tight and not accustomed to having something as large as my penis inside, and second and more importantly is that I'll be breaking your hymen. It's perfectly natural, but there will be some blood, and we don't want to mess the sheets up."

I lay on the bed next to Lisa and massaged her vagina. Even though getting the towels was important, I suspected that my brief absence may have dampened Lisa's ardor. When I lay next to her again, I fully expected I would have to begin seducing her again, but she surprised me by saying, "Can we do it now?"

"Sure," I said as I crawled on top of her. "Spread your legs and grab my penis so that you can guide it towards your vagina; let me know if it's too painful, and I'll stop."

She looked up at me, and her hands went up to grasp my waist. She could feel my muscles hard beneath my warm skin and her hands moved to the curve of my hips. She grabbed my cock as I had instructed, and she guided me toward her vagina. She was so slick from her own discharge that there was almost no resistance as the head of my penis slipped easily into the mouth of her vagina, spreading wide her virginal opening. Lisa gasped as she felt the intrusion, but she did not cry out. Instinctively she seemed to know to let me go, and I continued to press steadily inwards. Slowly I pressed inside, my hard organ entering into her tight passageway. Her breaths came in sharp gasps as I slowly moved inwards, finding a slight resistance to my progress that caused me to stop.

I began to exert more pressure and Lisa squealed as I suddenly jerked forward, my pubic bone pressed against hers. Lisa held her breath, and I stayed motionless for several seconds, adjusting my weight on my extended arms, looking down on his young lover. Then I rotated my hips, causing my penis to delve around deep inside Lisa while rubbing the smooth flesh of my pubes over her clitoris. She gripped me tightly and her own hips began to move in automatic response. I thrust in and out, my shaft swelling even more as my excitement built as I massaged her tight passageway. My testes swung banged in against her butt as I thrust inwards.

I increased my tempo and pressure, and Lisa finally succumbed to the unceasing build-up of pleasure, for she gave a squeal and her body began to twist and writhe beneath me. This was the trigger for my own release and I buried myself in her as a gush of semen burst from my penis into her. Powerful spasms jerked my penis as I spurted, and I felt Lisa's vaginal muscles contract around me.

"Oh, oh, mister!" she exclaimed. "Ooh, mister!"

I was spent. I let myself lie motionless on top of the girl for a few seconds, but as my breathing slowed I started to withdraw. "Wait," she said, "I want to feel you inside me for a little longer."

I didn't move for a few more seconds, until I lost my erection and my shrunken member slipped out of her vagina. When I rolled over she said, "I had an orgasm, didn't I?"

"Yes, Sweetie, you certainly did," I replied. "How do you feel?"

"It felt kind of like a burning sensation at first, but it didn't really hurt," she said. "And then when you were going in and out, I don't know, it was... it was cool, but I don't know... I guess I didn't really expect it to feel so good. Well, good, yes, but not like that. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think I do," I laughed. "I'm glad it didn't hurt much. Now I think we should get you cleaned up. I'm going to fill the whirlpool, and then we can take a bath. What do you think?"

"Together?" she asked rhetorically. "Wow, Mr. George, that's really... um, sexy!"

"I thought you'd say that!" I laughed again. "But please-no more 'mister;' just 'George.'"

She giggled. "I know, but it's kind of hard for me to call a man who's as old as... I mean a grown man... by his first name."

"I know I'm old enough to be your father, but considering how we've been so intimate..."

She giggled again. "You're older than my grandfather! He's only 54!"

There was some consolation in her use of the adverb "only." "I should smack you for that comment!" I laughed. "You have such a cute little butt. I'm going to toss your bathing suit into the dryer for a few minutes, and when I get back you'd better be in the tub. Be careful you don't burn yourself."

The water took on a slight pinkish tone as it diluted Lisa's vaginal blood. As the warm water swirled around us, we washed each other's body and enjoyed the company. Soon, too soon, I told Lisa that it was time to get dressed and go back to the waterpark.

I took Lisa's bikini out of the dryer, and gave her the beach towel that hadn't been bloodied during our love making. As we got dressed, I suggested she might want to spend some more time in the hot tub, since that would probably soothe any lingering pain. We kissed one last time, and she left.

I washed the blood out of the towel with cold water, and then stuck it in the dryer. I made the bed, took a beer (no more overly-sweet wine coolers) out of the refrigerator, and sat down to enjoy ESPN until my wife got home.

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