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Bringing Up CeeCee (Mf, oral; inc, mg, pedo)
by Mortimer Snerd
ibcnu@hotmail.com
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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