Pretty Pictures

a Story by Varangian

Summer, 2006

It was so fortuitous that it was hard to believe.  I had seen this little girl before, now not so little.  The curious mole at the juncture of her neck and left shoulder was a give-away, a mole on an otherwise unblemished body.

In the porno flick that I had down-loaded from a Usenet site to a disc she was nine, or more probably ten.  She lay back on a bed while a guy, adult but not too old, his face unseen, had fondled her young, soft flesh then come astride her, pushing a fat cock head at her dainty mouth.  He jacked himself to climax and squirted onto her tongue, into her mouth, across her face.  She grinned up at him, bubbling the semen from her lips.  Then the scene ended, the monitor going black.

Now in the mall she appeared to be twelve.  Small tits poked at her blouse, and her shapely legs were longer.  She was with an adult woman, her mother, I presumed.

“Is there a Cargo store in this mall?” I asked the woman, an older version of the girl.

“No,” she answered, but did not step away.

I saw an interest in her eyes, an interest in me.  I avoided looking at the girl and concentrated on her presumed mother.

“I’m new to town,” I said with a smile.

“Just finished college?” she asked.

I laughed briefly.  “Hardly.  I’m twenty eight and reassigned here by my firm.”

“Firm?”

“I’m a corporate lawyer.”

Her interest seemed to increase.  “There’s a Cargo at a mall on the other side of town.  I’m Phyllis Collins, by the way.”

Bingo!  “Ted Stevens,” I responded then glanced at the girl.

“She’s my daughter, Marcia.”

I nodded to the girl and said, “I’m so new to town, Phyllis.  Would you like to show me around?”

She wore no wedding ring.  I hoped against hope.

“We were going to the food court.  Would you care to join us?”

I knew then that I had the mother, but my target was the cute twelve year old whom I knew was not innocent.  She gave me a curious grin.

* * *

Phyllis and I fucked on our second date.  She met my thrusts with enthusiastic responses, scratching my shoulders and mewling all the while.  A small cry, a high-pitched gasp, announced her climax after which she whined in orgasm for some seconds.  I let myself go and spewed into her.

We did almost everything that night, not getting to sleep until dawn.  She sucked on me and I licked her.  We fucked three more times.  We did not do anal intercourse until later, on the fourth date.

“So,” I asked, after we had calmed down, fondling a small tit — she was a slender woman like her daughter — “where’s your husband?”

“Out of the picture,” she answered with conviction.  “Good riddance!”

I assumed then that the husband, the father, possessed the cock that had slimed the young girl’s mouth.

I was content with Phyllis, a thirty one year old woman in good shape, but I could not get her daughter’s image out of my mind.  I had whacked off to the video of her at age ten numerous times.  I made a point of not mentioning Marcia.

“We’re just three years apart in age,” I said.

“Does that bother you, Ted?”

“No, not at all.  What’s three years?”

“You brought it up.”

“Let’s go on, Phyllis.  We seem to have discovered something special.”

“I like it with you, Ted.  Will we be seeing each other regularly?”

“Absolutely!

Phyllis was a low-paid secretary in search of a husband.  I was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to get close to her young daughter.

* * *

Marcia was on to me.  I could tell it in her eyes.  We picked her up from her grand parents’ house after Phyllis and I returned from our weekend honeymoon.

“Am I going to call you Dad or Ted?” the girl asked me as we sat together on the couch.

“How did you address your real father?” I asked in return.

“I miss him,” she said, not answering, “although he drank a lot and did things.”

I placed an arm around her, and she snuggled to me.

“Naughty things?” I asked.

“Mom thought so.  She threw him out.”

I brushed my lips across her fresh cheek then whispered into her ear.  “Did you enjoy what he did?”

She nodded.

“I don’t drink, Marcia.”

She quickly turned her head to look at me then grinned wickedly in a little girl way.  I palmed a small tit to confirm her suspicions.

“We can’t let Mom find out,” she said before rising to her feet.

Phyllis was in the kitchen just a few yards away, blissfully humming, newly married to a professional man, a guy, moreover, who knew how to bring her off.

Marcia stood near the front window, a safe distance from me in case Phyllis came into the room.  Clad in shorts and tank top, the flesh of her young body enticed me.  She was a blond girl of perhaps one hundred pounds and five feet in height.  Her pretty face had matured somewhat.  It was no longer that of the ten year old in the video who bubbled her dad’s semen from smiling lips.

Phyllis entered the living room.

“Ted,” she asked, handing me a list, “would you go the market and get me these things?”

“Of course,” I said.  “Where’s the market?”

“Marcia, go with your dad and show him.  You know where everything is in the store.”

* * *

“How do you know about me?” Marcia asked as we sat inside the car in the supermarket’s parking lot.  “I could tell from the way you looked at me the first time we met.”

“Did your dad often take videos of you and him together?”

 “You’ve seen one of those?”  She was shocked and upset.

“He foolishly published at least one on the internet.”

“He was usually drunk,” she remarked by way of explanation.

“He’s gone now,” I said, placing a palm on her near, bare thigh, “and I’m here.  I neither drink nor take pictures.”

She grinned at me.  “You’re beating around the bush, Ted.  Come out and say what you mean, what you want.”

“You know what I mean, Marcia.  You’ve already acknowledged it back at the house, and you seemed to want the same thing.  We’re talking about a grown man having sex with a twelve year old girl.”

“You’d risk it?” she asked, squinting at me.  “You said you don’t drink.  Dad always had to get drunk first.”

“How far would you let me go, if I said yes?”

“I’m not going to tell you, Ted.  You’ll have to decide first, then you’ll find out.  Let’s go shopping now.”

Inside the market I let her lead the way, enjoying the view of her from behind.  Her legs were sexy and she hardly had hips.  With quick, coltish moves she grabbed items from the shelves and tossed them into the basket.

She was dangerously illicit, especially because she appeared to be willing to have sex.  Perhaps she missed the feel of a man.

Considering the experience with her husband, Phyllis would be alert to any gesture of mine toward the girl, however innocent.  If Marcia and I began an affair, there would be no way to conceal it.

I decided to forego the certain delight of having sex with the pretty twelve year old.  When I told her on the drive back home, she seemed disappointed.

* * *

I noticed a change in Marcia’s behavior after that.  I became just “Ted” to her, her mother’s new husband in whom she neither confided nor sought his attention.

“She’ll come around, Ted,” Phyllis mentioned after a few days.  “She’ll get used to you eventually.”

Then, after a week or more of studied indifference towards me, Marcia sprang a surprise.  Phyllis was away for the afternoon, leaving me alone with her daughter.

“Mom doesn’t suspect a thing,” she said after plopping down beside me on the couch.

“What’s to suspect?”

“You’ve touched me, Ted.  We’ve talked about sex.  I’ll keep giving you the cold shoulder, when she’s around.  She’ll never guess what we do together.”

“I’m not so sure about this, Marcia.  It’s dangerous.”

“Don’t you want to kiss me?”

“Of course I do — and more than that.  But if we get really involved, I doubt we’d fool her for long.”

“We don’t have to get involved in each other, Ted.  We could just do some kissing, touching and talking.”

So we kissed.  I immediately learned that she was very practiced.  I slipped a hand beneath her halter to fondle a bare tit that was too small to jiggle.  Realizing that I was on a very slippery slope, I removed the hand.

“Maybe we shouldn’t touch,” I said.  “Let’s talk instead.  How long did you and your father play around together.”

“For most of a year, when I was ten.  Then Mom found us together in bed and threw him out.”

“Did you go all the way?”

“We were planning to, but we got caught first.”

“What about other guys?”

“I suppose older boys are afraid, just like you.  Besides, Mom won’t let me date.  What was I doing in the video you saw?”

Marcia was entirely relaxed during this intimate conversation.

“He squirted into your mouth.”

She giggled.  “He did that a lot.  He used to lick on me.  Will you lick one me, Ted?”

“I’d love to, Marcia, but that’s a bad idea.”

“Please, Ted.  I really miss the feel of it.  Do it then I’ll go over to Stacy’s house and leave you alone.”

“I’m sorry.  I really am, because I would enjoy doing that too.  Will you help me on this, Marcia, and not be so provocative?  I’ll try to convince your mother to let you date.”

She scowled at me then stormed out of the house.  I had an advantage on her, and she knew it.  Her mother was always eager to deal with my sexual urges.

* * *

Marcia’s aloofness towards me was now genuine.  She was a rejected little woman.

“I must confess something, Phyllis,” I told my wife as we prepared for bed that night.

“Not if you don’t want to, Ted.  Especially if it has to do with Marcia.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to go into the details, Ted, but despite her age she has had sexual experience.  I think she’s jealous of me having you.  I suppose that’s why she’s sometimes so sullen.”

“She’s sexually active?”

“Not now, and that’s the problem.  She’s sexually frustrated after having experienced sex over many months.  I dated other guys after my divorce, and they all reported that she offered herself to them.  Thank god none of them took her up on it.  What am I going to do, Ted?  I suppose she’s done the same with you and you rejected her.”

“Yes, something like that, Phyllis.  You should put her on the pill.  You never can know what’ll happen.”

“I’ve already done that.  She had her first period last month.”

“Isn’t that a bit early?  She’s only a little past her twelfth birthday.”

“She’s precocious in many ways, Ted.  God!  I can’t believe this is happening again!”

“What do you mean, darling?” I asked.

“It was her own father, my husband, who had sex with her.  She was only ten!  Now I have you, a much better man than that sot!  And it’s happening again!  Marcia will throw herself at you, and I doubt you’ll resist.  How could you?”

“I’m a responsible man, Phyllis.”

“It will only take a moment of weakness, Ted.  No one’s perfect.  Then you’ll be caught.  I know how men are.”

“It’s you I love, Phyllis.”

“I know, and I love you desperately.  But this is about sex.  She’s fresh, young, pretty and available.  She lives with us every day.  She’ll catch you, Ted!  I just know it!  What am I going to do?”

Phyllis broke down, crying convulsively.  I held her gently in my arms and rubbed her back.

“It’s you I want,” I whispered into her ear, “and I want you now.”

We went to bed and spent a full hour making love.  It was amazing.  I brought her off in the missionary position after having licked her to prior excitement.  Then I came.  But my cock remained hard.  We fucked joyously, she enjoying a string of orgasms in short succession, writhing and crying out of control.  Then my unflagging cock set her off again.

I held her in my arms as she calmed down then slowly pumped myself to climax.  It was our best fuck ever.

I noticed the bedroom cracked open.  I knew for certain that I had closed it.

“I afraid about Marcia,” Phyllis said quietly as we snuggled.  “She could catch something awful.”

“Perhaps you should let her date,” I suggested.

“She’s only interested in older guys, Ted.  She told me so.  Some pervert is going to abuse her, and she’ll enjoy the experience.  You see, she had sex for almost a year with my husband.  Now, it’s been more than a year.  She masturbates constantly.  Haven’t you noticed?

“Yes,” I said abruptly, not telling my wife that I had recently stood at Marcia’s bedroom door and watched her on the bed with hand inserted into her jeans.  I observed until the girl bucked and gasped.

“What am I going to do?” Phyllis wailed.  “She’ll be after you and catch you at a weak moment.  I can’t send her away, Ted.  I don’t have any living relatives.”

“But you still love her?”

“Of course I do.  She’s my pretty daughter.  Think of something, Ted.  Shelter her from predators.  It’s up to you, I’m afraid.”

Phyllis, I had learned, was a very heavy sleeper, so I felt safe to rise from the bed in the middle of the night and go to Marcia’s room.  She too was a sound sleeper, not waking when I palmed a small tit that was concealed by her pajama top.  Then I changed my mind and went back to my room and rejoined Phyllis on the bed.

* * *

“Would you mind if I take Marcia to the beach today?” I asked Phyllis the next morning.

“She’s your daughter, Ted.  You should spend time with her and maybe cheer her up.”

Cheer her up?  The only thing that would cheer the girl up was to indulge her sexually.  Phyllis and I both knew that!  I assumed that Phyllis did not want to hear the particulars of what would certainly occur between her daughter and me.  All that she wished for was a happy household.  Marcia obviously was now my problem.

“Things have changed,” I told Marcia at breakfast, after her mother went out to putter in the garden.

“How so?”

“We can fool around together anyway you like, only we can’t be too obvious about it in front of your mother.  You’ll be my affectionate little daughter, but in private we’ll do what you want.”

“Mom will know?”

“She’ll choose not to know.  I’ll be your secret boyfriend.”

Marcia grinned at me slyly.  “Starting now?” she asked.

“Yes.  We’re going to the beach today.

She smiled brilliantly.  “I have a mini bikini that Mom doesn’t like me to wear in public.”

“Do you have another, more modest swimsuit?”

“Yeah, but you’ll like the bikini.”

“Slip the bikini into the car when your mother is not looking, then put on the other swimsuit.  That’s how we’ll be playing this game from now on.”

We drove to a nearby state park that stretched along the shore line.  I paid for a camp site, after which Marcia and I erected a good-sized tent that I had brought along.  There were few other people around, it being still May and too chill for serious bathing.  We felt secure inside with the flap closed.

“Now we change into our swimsuits,” I said.

But we didn’t get that far, stopping for passionate kissing when we were both nude.  I laid the girl on her back to explore her lovely, young body with my hands, relishing its softness.

“Will you lick on me now, Ted?” she asked, interrupting my reverie.

I nodded then kissed her belly, thighs and pussy lips below just curling pin hairs.  I brought her off with tongue and lips after a few minutes.  She gasped and bucked at climax.  I then sucked on tits that had not existed six months earlier, after which I ate her out again.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked, rising between her outspread legs to rub my hard cock at her hairless pussy.

“Maybe not yet, Ted, but I’ll suck on you.”

“You’re bigger than Dad,” she said when she went down on me.

She gave terrific head!  Her father had taught her well.  After a while I shot into her mouth and messed her face.  After blowing some bubbles, she smiled then swallowed.  I cleaned her up with a towel.

I suppose people on the beach thought her stunning in that bikini — a fresh, young girl with a lovely body.  But I knew intimately what the sparse fabric concealed.  We splashed in the still frigid water then wandered the shore, exploring dunes and woods.

“Let’s go back to the tent now,” she said after an hour.  “I want to do it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah.  It’s time.”

We undressed inside the tent.  After much kissing, I licked her to climax a couple of times then mounted the girl.  It was an easy penetration.  The hymen gave way to slight pressure from my hard cock.  She grimaced then looked up at me with a wan smile as I slid all the way in.

She didn’t come, of course.  She wouldn’t experience that while fucking for a while yet.  But she was in no distress, and she allowed me to attain my pleasure as I looked down at her girlish face.

“It stung a bit,” she said afterwards, cuddling to me.  “I’m sore now.  Will you lick on me again?”

* * *

“Did you have a good time?” Phyllis asked after we returned home

“It was fun,” Marcia answered indifferently, “but the water was cold.”

“It’ll warm up as we go into summer,” her mother said, not wanting to know anything more about the momentous outing.  “I’m sure you and your Dad will spend a lot of time at the beach this year.”

END
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