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Subject: Bringing Up CeeCee (man/11yo girl)
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Bringing Up CeeCee
I am a single parent. My wife left me for another woman, three years ago,
leaving me with uncontested custody of our young daughter. (I don't think
she could have argued successfully in court that she was the more fit
parent, and apparently she agreed.) She also wounded my pride, but let's
not get into that. We had married young, and she obviously hadn't known yet
what she wanted out of life. The important thing was for life to go on, and
for my daughter to have as normal and happy a childhood as possible. Trying
to overcompensate, I became a fairly indulgent father. There was almost
nothing I wouldn't do to make my little girl happy.
The year my daughter was in sixth grade, she started having sleepover
parties. At first, these were modest affairs with two or three girls, and I
didn't mind them, even on what became an almost weekly basis. Eventually,
though, the sleepovers became bigger and bigger, and I had to put a limit on
how often I allowed them. Three girls can camp out in my daughter's room,
but ten or twelve took up a lot more space. Many a Friday night, I had an
entire family room full of 11-year-old girls in sleeping bags, usually
gabbing into the wee hours of the morning. Saturday, they always slept in
late, and the early afternoon would see a parade of parents coming to the
door, picking up their children. Occasionally, one or two of the kids would
need a ride home, and I never minded doing the taxi work.
Sometimes, the girls who slept over weren't even close friends with my
daughter; they were just classmates, or friends of friends, who managed to
get invited. One of these was a girl named CeeCee. This particular time, a
nippy early-spring weekend, was the third sleepover she had come to, yet she
didn't seem very much inclined to spend time with my daughter or her other
friends. What she did seem interested in was me! She often wandered into
whatever room I was in, leaning in close and asking what I was doing. I
didn't think much of it, until she began touching me. She would put her
hand on my arm when she spoke -- stand next to me with her body right
against my side -- sit on the arm of my easy chair and ask what I was
reading, then put her head on my shoulder to see. It was obvious the girl
had a massive crush on me, which I must admit I found kind of flattering,
but that was all. The girl was attractive, but she was only 11. Puppy love
is warm and fuzzy, and I just let us both enjoy it.
All that changed, the next morning. I was reading the Saturday morning
paper, when CeeCee came over in her pajamas and sat on the arm of the chair
again, asking about what I was reading. Once again, she draped her arm
around my neck and leaned in against me. As I started to give her a brief
rundown of the day's news, she completely surprised me by taking one of my
hands, lifting it up to her, and sucking gently on one of my fingers!
Startled, I lost my train of thought for a moment, before recovering and
finishing lamely. In spite of myself, I was quickly developing an erection,
and my thoughts were suddenly flooded with sexual imagery. CeeCee must have
had some idea what she was doing to me, because she continued to suck as I
fell quiet. I turned to look at her, noticing her as a young woman for the
first time. She was an adorable little blond, tall for her age, with
already-shapely legs and perky little, newly-developing breasts showing
through the fabric of her pajamas. Perched on the arm of the chair as she
was, her head was slightly above mine, and I had to look upward a bit to
face her. As our eyes locked, she continued to suck on my finger for a few
moments, then drew it slowly and deliberately out of her mouth, using her
tongue to keep it deliciously warm and wet until the last moment, after
which she lightly licked her lips, all the while holding my gaze. I was
mesmerized by this little fox!
Struggling to break the spell (yet not sure I really wanted to), I awkwardly
pulled CeeCee into my lap and gave her what I hoped would come across as a
chaste, fatherly hug. "I like you, too, Ceese," (the nickname everyone
called her), "and I'm glad you came," I said. CeeCee clung to me for a few
seconds, then I pulled back and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She
smiled, and darted in to kiss me almost as lightly on the lips. As she
moved to do this, her one hand wound up over my still-bulging hard-on. She
let it stay there for just a moment, still smiling, before hopping off my
lap and going to get dressed for the day. The pleasant scent of her body
lingered with me for several minutes.
Still dazed by what had just happened, I shook my head to clear it. What
had been going through CeeCee's mind? Well, that seemed obvious. although
she probably didn't fully understand what she was doing, she was trying to
let me know that she was "available" to me, whatever that meant to her.
What was going through my mind was more confusing. This was my daughter's
classmate, for heaven's sake! An 11-year-old, mid-pubescent girl. What was
I doing, thinking of her sexually? Yet the episode had affected me so
powerfully, I had a difficult time thinking of anything else all morning.
CeeCee seemed to know, fueling the fire by catching my eyes across the
breakfast table and smiling at me, brushing past me later and lightly
squeezing my hand, and so on. There was some kind of bond between us now,
and she knew it. With each passing encounter, I found my desire building to
get her alone and be with her, as crazy as that sounds. And I started to
plan out a way it might happen.
CeeCee's mom was one of the parents that often seemed unable (or unwilling)
to pick up her daughter when it came time, and I had driven her home before.
After lunch, when the other girls started getting picked up one by one,
CeeCee was again one of the last few left. I seized the initiative. "I can
drive you home if you want, Ceese," I told her. "But it won't be until
later, because I have some things to do here. If you don't mind waiting,
why don't you give your mom a quick call, so she won't worry? Let her know
we'll save her the trip." CeeCee liked this idea, and went to call her mom
right away. (In truth, her mom was probably just going to be relieved that
she could finish sleeping off her Friday-night hangover. I don't think she
was the most attentive parent.) She came back a few minutes later to tell
me it was all set. "What time do you think we'll be going?" she asked. I
told her it might be a few hours, almost sundown, before I'd be taking her
home. "No problem," she said. "But it'll be getting cooler by then. I
think I'll change into my warmer shirt." She put her knapsack down on a
nearby chair, rummaged through it for a long-sleeve pullover, then, to my
surprise, started to take off the short-sleeve one she was wearing, right in
front of me!
Glancing around, I was relieved to find that nobody else was in the room.
CeeCee complained that this particular shirt was always hard to get out of,
acting like she was struggling with it. "Here, help me out," she said, then
turned her back to me and bent over, with her arms above her head. Her
little butt pressed against me, and heat flashed through my body again, my
hard-on returning almost instantly. In a daze of arousal, I took ahold of
her shirt at the waist and pulled it up over her head. As she reached up to
finish the job, I allowed my hands to glide slowly down the sides of her
now-bare torso, over her training bra, and down to her waist, where I held
her for a moment. I basked in the smooth, warm feel of her young body, the
smell of her skin, the way my hard-on nestled between her soft cheeks as I
pulled her gently against me. CeeCee let us linger that way for a minute,
then finished pulling off the shirt, shook her hair, and stood up, turning
her head to smile at me. My hands were still at her waist, and now I
reached around to fold them over her tender middle, holding her gently. She
relaxed against me, holding her shirt against her breasts in a small show of
modesty. I nuzzled the top of her head, and once again, she turned to kiss
me on the lips. This time, our kiss was a little deeper, the way new lovers
might begin with each other, tentative but eager. Almost on automatic, I
let my one hand roam downward, finding her young mound and pressing against
it through the fabric. "Mmmm," she murmured, snuggling tighter to me. I
couldn't believe what was happening, here! And while I don't think either
of us wanted to end it just yet, I was suddenly afraid of being found like
this, making out with my daughter's half-naked friend. I broke our embrace,
still dazed but trying to regain control. CeeCee smiled, saying, "I'd
better finish getting dressed." I nodded mutely and left the room, trying
to hide the small wet spot on the front of my jeans.
The afternoon dragged by very slowly. My daughter and CeeCee hung out
together for most of the time, and I really didn't see much of either of
them. In truth, I didn't have anything pressing to do, but I wanted it to
be getting dark when I took CeeCee home. She lived about a half-hour away,
outside of town in the other direction, and I knew some nice, private roads
along the way. CeeCee had been vague with her mom about what time she'd be
home, since I hadn't really said, and I planned on making use of that
looseness in the schedule. I wasn't really sure how far things would go,
but I found that my desire to be alone with her was burning hotter and
hotter as the hours ground on.
Finally, as the sun was going down, I asked CeeCee to gather her things to
go. I had planned on giving my daughter a job to do, if she had thought
about riding along, but fortunately she said she had some homework to get
done. Trying not to look too anxious, I took CeeCee to the car, put her in
the front seat and her things in the trunk, and pulled away.
We had no more than gotten off my street, when CeeCee moved to the middle
and snuggled against me, laying her head on my shoulder. I put an arm
around her and pulled her close, enjoying the fresh smell of her hair and
the warmth of her body against me once more. We drove like that until we
were out of town, when I asked her, "You don't mind if we don't go straight
to your house, do you?" "I'd be mad at you if we did," was her response.
With that, I headed for the nearest wooded turn-off, known locally as a
"lovers' lane", where any occasional passing vehicle would politely leave a
parked car alone. I don't think CeeCee was aware of this, but she sensed
the increasing privacy as we turned into the woods, and snuggled even
closer, putting an arm around me. I reached around to fondle one of her
young breasts, causing her to murmur contentedly. Just as I was about to
pull off to the side, she slid her hand down to my crotch, finding my
bulging hard-on and stroking it a few times. I almost wrecked the car, but
recovered and managed to safely bring it to a stop in a secluded place,
quickly parking it and turning off the engine. CeeCee turned her face up to
me, and I took her in both arms as our lips met, kissing deeply. Her arms
went around my neck, pulling us together even tighter. I let myself get
lost in her warmth, her hair, the scent of her young, aroused body. My
hands roamed freely, taking in all of her soft curves.
After a bit, I suggested we climb into the back seat, where we would have a
lot more room. She followed me back there with no hesitation, and I
unfolded a blanket I had brought along, using it to wrap us together. As we
stretched out across the seat and resumed making out, our hands each went
straight to the other's crotch. I cradled her young pussy, feeling her heat
as I traced its outline, and she stroked my aching dick, causing it to grow
even harder. We were both breathing pretty hard as we drank each other in.
Eventually, I moved my hand and slid it gently down CeeCee's shorts, finding
her swelling pussy and gently slipping a finger between the lips. This
caused her to gasp, but not to stop. she only came at me more feverishly.
She was very tight at first, so I worked my finger into her a little at a
time, all the while rubbing her young clit with the heel of my hand.
Gradually, her muscles relaxed, her juices began to flow, and she started to
move her hips, helping me into her. I was pleased to find that my finger
slid all the way in before I reached the end of her pubescent love-hole, and
I pictured my aching hard-on fitting in there soon! For now, though, my
goal was to excite her to a climax, so I gently thrust my finger in and out
of her, the juices flowing freely now, while I used my palm to massage her
mound and drive her toward the edge. Her movements became bucking, and
suddenly she arched her body against me, our kiss breaking off as she gasped
and shuddered. I kept on pleasuring her, wanting her first orgasm to be
special, and she bucked and shuddered for what seemed like forever.
Finally, she collapsed into my arms, contentedly laying her head on my
chest. I held her gently, stroking her hair and the soft curves of her
sweet behind.
Finally, she raised her head and kissed me. "Thank you," she said. "For
what?" I asked, not sure what she meant. "For taking me seriously," she
replied. "I was afraid you might not want me, and that would have hurt. I'
ve wanted you for a long time." "You make it hard not to take you
seriously," I said. "You're a beautiful young woman, and you're hard to
resist. But how did you learn to come on to a man like that?" "I've
watched my mom bring guys home before. They've both usually had too much to
drink, and they paw at each other kind of sloppy. But I've seen enough to
have an idea what turns a man on. I'm glad it worked on you, it's the first
time I've tried it," she said, and kissed me briefly. "Are you ready for
more?" I asked, my genitals aching with desire. "Yes, but I don't want to
have a baby," she cautioned. Fortunately, I had had a vasectomy after our
daughter was born, wanting only one child, and I told her this. "Then
whatever you want, I'm yours," she said, kissing me again.
Wanting to get my hands on all of her, I sat her up a little, took her shirt
and tugged it up over her head and off, then slowly removed her bra. Her
young breasts popped into view, soft and sensuous, with fully-erect nipples.
I fondled them lovingly, as CeeCee began unbuttoning my shirt, then undoing
my pants. I had to help her pull them off, but then she took care of the
underwear by herself, suddenly exposing my erect and aching dick. She
stroked it softly, which was almost more than I could take. Then she kissed
it, ever so gently. once on the shaft, and once on the head. Finally, she
looked me in the eyes, and leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. "Take
me," she murmured between kisses, "I think I'll be okay. Just be gentle."
With that, I had no reason to wait any longer. I slid CeeCee's shorts and
panties down over her softly-rounded behind and off her pretty legs, then
laid her out on top of me with my dick between her warm, young thighs. We
were kissing feverishly as I got between her pussy lips and began to enter
her. I went very slowly at first, but she was still really wet from before,
and despite its tightness, her young pussy started to take me in. The
relief of finally feeling my dick going into her, coupled with the thought
that this sexy little girl was only 11 years old, made me lose control and
thrust a little harder and faster than I'd intended. But she wanted me in
all the way, and she pushed as hard as I did, despite having asked me to be
gentle. Very quickly, I was buried to the balls in her hot, tight pussy,
and I took a moment just to hold her and feel the rush of being fully inside
my virgin, pubescent lover! The heat between us was incredible, and I ran
my hands up and down her body, taking it all in. The smell of her hair and
the scent of her fully-awakened sex was all around me, and I started to pump
in and out of her without even realizing it. Her tightness made it
excruciatingly pleasurable. CeeCee joined in, and her love juices flowed
freely into my crotch, having nowhere else to go as I filled her. Soon she
was bucking again, slamming me deep into her body, heedless of her own
caution. I could feel the end of her love-hole (trusting that she'd let me
know if something hurt), then the beginning of her climax as her vagina
arched open, pulling me in even deeper. We slammed together in mutual
ecstasy as my long-pent-up come poured into her eager young body, her back
arched and her face a mask of pleasure.
Afterward, we held each other for a long time, her tight young cunt gripping
my dick, refusing to let my hard-on go away. When she raised her head up
and began to kiss me, we started pumping again, lazily at first, then more
insistently, coming to a second climax in short order. CeeCee's youth
seemed to call up extra stamina I didn't know I had, and I think we may even
have been able to make love a third time, if I hadn't been concerned that we
should get her home. Getting dressed and back on the road, we talked about
how we might be able to see each other. "People won't understand," I told
her. "They'll think it's sick, and I could even go to jail." "It's nobody'
s business but ours!" she said fiercely. "I want to be with you as much as
I can." Which suited me just fine. Sex with CeeCee had been some of the
most natural and loving intimacy I had ever experienced. I had no desire to
let this be all there was.
So we devised several alternate plans. I had a flexible enough job that I
could be free to pick CeeCee up after school and take her home, instead of
letting her ride the bus, so we tried that at first. (Her mom didn't get
home from work until about four, so she had no idea Ceese hadn't ridden the
bus, as long as she was home by then.) This was nice for some making-out
and light petting, but we decided it was too bright out for back-seat
fucking. we could be seen too easily, should someone happen along. Besides,
there wasn't enough time. We quickly got frustrated with this, anxious to
go all the way again. CeeCee was on a junior sports team, so I suggested
taking her home after practices twice a week, which would give us some
darkness to use, at least until the days got longer. But then an idea hit
me with a flash -- the best possible thing was right under our noses: the
sleepovers! CeeCee could spend the night at the house, and nobody would
have to know it wasn't to be with the girls!
I began to encourage my daughter to have them weekly again, maybe even both
Friday and Saturday nights. She thought I must have blown a fuse, but she
was happy to take advantage of my new permissiveness. CeeCee would come
supposedly to spend time with her classmates, but after the lights were out,
she could sneak out of her sleeping bag and secretly come to spend the rest
of the night in bed with me. The first time we tried this, I thought I'd
explode from the anticipation, waiting in bed for her. As she finally
tiptoed in and slipped under the covers, we came into each other's arms and
locked in a lovers' embrace, kissing deeply as we worked out of our pajamas.
As soon as we were both naked between the sheets, I quickly slid my
throbbing dick deep into her tight young body, where it stayed for hours as
we drifted from one orgasm to another. CeeCee was the most energetic lover
I have ever had, and we satisfied each other completely, despite the fact
that I was almost 20 years older.
In the morning, once we heard the other girls starting to get around, Ceese
tiptoed into the bathroom, then went out to join the others as if she'd just
gotten up early. Since she wasn't that close with any of them, they didn't
question her much. Our plan had worked, so we did it again the next
weekend. And the next. And both nights, a week later. Each time, the days
in between would build our desire to a fever pitch, and when we finally were
able to lock together with me deep within her, we would gasp and shudder
like it was the first time all over again. Eventually, we experimented with
oral sex, but neither of us went in for it too much. I was too big for her
to take very far into her mouth, and while I enjoyed the taste and smell of
her pussy, I enjoyed being tightly held inside it much more. CeeCee agreed,
and that's how we spent most of our nights together.
As the weeks turned into months, I began to worry about losing CeeCee
someday. either her having to move away, or someone finding out and putting
a stop to our affair. She urged me not to worry about it, her childlike
innocence convinced that we could go on like this forever. Then, one day,
the problem solved itself, although not in the most pleasant way. Coming
home from a bar one night, CeeCee's mom was in a terrible accident, leaving
her in intensive care. The cops had called the house, letting Ceese know,
after which she called me, frantic and crying. I gathered my daughter and
raced to pick up CeeCee, taking us all to the hospital. Her mother was
slipping away, the injuries too traumatic to recover from. With her last
bit of energy, she asked to talk to me in private. "I want CeeCee to live
with you," she whispered. "I know she loves you, she's told me everything.
It's okay. And I can't think of anyone who would take better care of my
little girl." "Are you sure?" I asked her, my heart skipping beats. "There
's nobody else. My parents are gone, and I was an only child. Get me
something to write on, and find a notary. Hurry!" I did as she said, and
suddenly it was a done deal. We called CeeCee in from where she and my
daughter had been comforting each other, and told her. She smiled through
her tears when she heard what was happening, but this was no time for us to
be happy about it. Her mom said goodbye, and moments later she was gone.
So CeeCee came home to live with us that night. I made up a bed in the
spare room for her, figuring I'd decorate it for her at a later time. (Of
course, we both knew she wouldn't use it much, but we needed to keep up
appearances for my daughter.) Later that night, Ceese did crawl into bed
with me, although for once we didn't have sex. I simply held her while she
cried.
From that point on, it has been a blur of nightly lovemaking. Each evening,
the two girls go to bed in their separate rooms, and a half-hour later,
CeeCee tiptoes into my room and slips under the covers. You would think
that it would get old, having each other every night, but each time is like
the first, discovering each other's bodies all over again, the rush of heat
as she takes me in, and the pounding fury of our mutual orgasm. Over the
coming few years, I am able to watch first-hand as her breasts blossom into
sensuous pillows, her pubic hair comes in to adorn her maturing pussy, and
she grows about six inches taller. Closer to my size, now, we find that
oral sex is more enjoyable, and we begin to experiment with it again. By
fourteen, she has become an expert at making me come in her mouth, and I
spend hours taking her from peak to peak with my tongue. By the time she is
sixteen, our lovemaking has acquired a lot of diversity, including anal
entry. but our mutual favorite is still the old way, locked together with my
dick deep inside her. When she graduates high school at 18, I ask her to
marry me. She knows full well that with our age difference, I'll die well
before her, but she happily accepts anyway, knowing that two people have
never in the history of the world been more right for each other. So our
"official" life together begins, but each night with CeeCee is still like
the first, when she was an innocent, sexy 11-year-old.
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