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From: Pretend Daddy by Rainproof
Chapters 5 through 7
FIVE
I waited anxiously for several days for the impish little Pizza Girl
to come back. Every time I closed my eyes I could see lovely breasts.
I envisioned her removing her blouse for me and letting me touch them,
letting me kiss and suck them. I envisioned myself lying nude next to
her. I then envisioned all kinds of activity with her after that.
Don't laugh, but over the next few days I beat off like I hadn't done
since I was thirteen years old.
I began to wonder what to say if my nosy neighbor should ask about my
new visitor. Nosy neighbors were OK when you went out of town; you
knew they'd keep a good eye on your place. But nosy neighbors weren't
so good when you have female friends over. Especially if they are
underage. I'd have to ask Ronni how she would feel about being my
niece instead of my daughter in case I got asked.
She made me wait four days before returning. "I was worried, Pizza
Girl. When you didn't come back I was ready to go knock on your door.
What was the holdup?"
She giggled, coming past me into the kitchen. "Where's Fatso and
Harold," she asked, looking around, "do they play with their toys?"
"Don't worry about them," I said, "they're OK. What about me? I was
worried about you."
She peered into the living room looking for the cats. "I decided to
wait till my mom had to work late again. If I came over without that I
wouldn't have much time to stay."
She was a darling, a real darling. "Oh," I replied, rather lamely.
"Well, I'm glad you're here." She wore jeans today. I would have bet
they were designer jeans; they fit her little form too well to be JC
Penney specials. She wore a T-shirt with Bugs Bunny on the front, her
small breasts standing nicely beneath old Bugs. I salivated just
looking at them.
"Well, Daddy, did you decide?" she asked, going toward the bedroom.
Decide? Decide what, I thought. Then I heard her speaking to the cats.
She had found them in my bedroom.
"Decide what?" I asked her. She was on the bed with Harold; Fatso had
jumped down, not caring to be petted just now.
"Remember last time? You wanted to touch me and I said maybe, but what
would you do for me if I let you?" She lay back completely, running
her hand across Harold, and Harold loving every minute of it.
"I don't know, sweetheart. Whatever you want, I guess. I wish you
wouldn't be like this, though. If you just let me touch you you'll see
how nice it is."
"I don't know," she played with me, "I've never been touched by anyone
before. And you're the first guy to see my boobs, too."
"You mean you don't have a boyfriend?"
"I have a boyfriend, kind of, but I never let him touch me. All he
cares about anyway is his computer. He's a nerd." She bent to kiss
Harold. What a situation, Harold was getting all the action and I was
just getting hard.
"How about a doctor? Hasn't a doctor ever seen you naked?"
"Sure," she answered, smugly. "My doctor is a lady doctor. No man has
ever seen me, until you, Daddy."
"How come you let me see you? Weren't you afraid?"
"No. I've always wondered what it's like to be touched, you know, by a
guy. Well, Daddy, when I used to watch you I started to wonder what it
would be like if it was you touching me. I figured you never would
look at anyone like me, I never thought you'd have any interest in
someone like me." She paused, "Until I saw you looking at my boobs."
"I didn't think girls your age thought about things like that. What
made you think about me?"
"I was looking out my window early one morning and I saw a girl, a
lady, I guess, leaving out your door. She was real pretty, too. I knew
she must have stayed with you all night. I knew you had sex with her
and I was thinking about sex. And sometimes my mom calls to say she
has to work all night and for me to stay in the house till she gets
home. But I don't think she's working. I think she has a boyfriend and
is seeing him." She continued petting Harold. My hard on continued
hardening. "See. I wonder about sex and guys, and things like that."
I sat next to her. "Ronni, if you're curious about sex and men and
stuff, I'll be happy to help out," I said, placing my hand on her
thigh, "isn't that what a Daddy is for? But, you know, I could get in
big trouble. I could get in big trouble, too, for the other day."
"Yeah, I know all about that," she said, not missing a stroke on
Harold. "Don't worry, I'm not a tattle-tale."
"I figured that, but just make sure you don't tell anybody, no one,
not even Jessica. Or Connie. No matter what."
"I won't. Don't worry."
"Come on, sweetheart, I'd do anything for you if you want. I want to
touch you, and not just your boobs, I want to touch you all over. You
are so lovely, Ronni, just so lovely. I promise that you'll like it."
She didn't say anything, but she did appear to be considering my
request. Finally, she responded. "I want to see your sperm come out, I
want you to jack off." She ended with an impish smile. "OK, Daddy?"
"You do, huh? Where did you learn about that?" I asked, although I
could pretty well guess. I just wanted to hear her talk about it. Talk
like this from this lovely angel was very erotic.
She confirmed my guess. "From school, from my girlfriends who have
brothers. Isn't that what guys do when their dicks get hard?"
"Well, yes, some do."
"Well, I want to see it, I want you to do it. I don't have a brother
to peek at. So, if you show me jacking off I'll let you touch me."
"Ronni, that's something that's private for a guy, you know. Really
private. You say if I do this you'll let me touch you, and all over,
and not just your boobs?"
She chewed her lip while she contemplated this. "Um, will you stop if
I don't like it? If I say so?"
"Honey, of course. I don't want to scare you or hurt you. I promise,
if you say stop I'll stop. I promise. But you won't, you'll like it,
believe me."
"OK, then," she rolled onto her back, "do it."
I stood. My hands flew over the fastenings and soon my pants and
underwear were on the floor. Her eyes fastened on my rampant dick. I
pulled off my T-shirt and got back onto the bed. "Take your things
off, baby doll, so I can see you, too. It will help me do it better."
She swung her legs off the bed and stood. With her eyes on my
throbbing cock she pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the
floor. I saw her legs cross as she slipped first one, then the other
shoe, from her feet. She hesitated momentarily as her hands reached
for the fastening of her jeans. As her arms came together in front it
pushed her little breasts together, making them briefly look bigger.
Then her jeans were sliding to her feet. She stepped out of them and
got onto the bed in just her panties. Light blue and nylon; no cotton
undies for this princess. Her panties fit snugly and the mound that
was her pussy showed prominently. My cock hardened even more at the
sight of the cloth pulled tautly in her slit. Then her hands went to
each side and she slowly pushed them to her thighs.
I watched her little pussy in deepest appreciation. She was completely
hairless. Totally. I couldn't detect a trace. What a marvelous sight,
her little mound bisected by the slight ridges of her labia, a hint of
color between the lips. Then, she rolled onto her butt and pulled her
panties off. "Now we're both naked," she announced, dropping them to
the floor.
"Oh, you are so gorgeous, so beautiful, Ronni. I can't believe how
lovely you are." I meant it, too.
She looked down at herself, self consciously. "I don't have any hair
yet," she stated, as if that was some sort of birth defect.
"Oh, honey, you're lovely, honey, just like you are. Ronni, I'll do
anything you want me to. I'll be happy to jack off for you." I was
agog at her lovely form and couldn't believe this was happening. I was
kneeling over her reclining form and she was looking demurely up at
me, but mostly she was looking at my cock bobbing above her. I placed
my hand on her breast, softly, and watched her reaction. She closed
her eyes and tilted her head slightly. I gently pressed and rubbed
circularly. I began to tease her nipple and it didn't take long before
it erected. Not much, but I could feel it.
"Look, honey, look at me. Open your eyes." She did, and what she saw
was my hand pulling back and forth on my cock. "This is jacking off,
honey. This is what a guy does to make his sperm come out." She
watched my hand with wide eyes. As she watched I moved my other hand
to her other breast and gave it the same attention. She was torn
between watching my fist moving on my dick and closing her eyes to
enjoy the sensations I was giving her.
I continued for several minutes, alternating from breast to breast and
nipple to nipple. I moved my eyes to her thighs and her pussy, not
being able to see enough of her hairless smoothness. I let my hand
trail down her body, across her tummy, and onto her thigh. I lightly
let my fingers brush her thigh as her eyes continued to watch my fist
through slitted eyelids. With her watching my one hand work on my
cock, my other went between her legs. I gave her a slight, very slight
nudge, and she moved her thighs apart. I'm sure she wasn't even aware
she had done so. I let my finger lightly trail between her labia
before placing it flat on her mound. This time she shut her eyes and
let her head roll back. And she emitted a small gasp. I pressed on her
and insinuated my finger in her slit. Amazingly I could feel moisture
there; she was responding, and moved her legs even wider. "Look at
your Daddy, baby doll, Daddy's jacking himself for you. Look, honey."
Her eyes opened and focused on my hand. I was so close to coming I was
stroking as slow as I could, to delay it as much as possible.
As she watched I sought her clitoris. It was small, but
distinguishable between her lips. She gasped loudly as I gently rubbed
it, barely able to keep her eyes on me. "Do you like it, Ronni, do
you?"
She exhaled noisily, her head nodding up and down. "Yessss, Daddy,"
she gasped. "Oh, Daddy, my Daddy." From her response I began to think
I could actually bring her to orgasm. I was going to find out. I
stopped stroking and leaned over her, my face above her pretty little
vulva, her slit inches away. Placing a hand beneath each of her thighs
I held her and lowered my mouth onto her. I licked her slit and lapped
her labia, trying to nip them with my lips, and moving my tongue onto
her clitoris. Her breathing became shorter and shorter, and faster and
faster. Then, glory be, her tummy lifted off the bed. Her legs
stiffened, her head rolled back and, with her tummy arched up and her
little pussy pressed firmly against my mouth, she groaned and spasmed
in orgasm.
I stopped, my cheek resting on her thigh. She opened her eyes and gave
me that big, mouthy smile of hers. "Wow, you kissed me there, my Daddy
kissed me there. My daddy stuck his tongue in me. You made me do it,
you made me reach a climax. My daddy!"
Where did she get a word like climax I wondered? "I made you come,
darling. You had an orgasm."
"Finally, my first one," she breathed.
"Really? Don't you do it to yourself, sometimes?"
She shook her head. "I try a lot," she giggled, "but I usually fall
asleep." She was an angel. Then she went on. "You had your mouth on my
vagina, Daddy. I can't believe you put your tongue in me, where I pee.
Isn't that dirty?"
"Did it feel dirty, honey? Didn't you like it?"
"No! I liked it! It's just, well, ...wow."
"Ronni, you said you wanted to see my stuff come out. Well, it's
almost ready. Are you ready to watch?" I had let off of my rhythm
while tasting her sweetness.
Her eyes moved to my cock. "Yes, are you going to climax, too?"
"That's right, honey." I began taking longer and faster strokes.
"Ronni," I gasped, finding my breath hard to come by, "Oh, Ronni." I
watched her, knowing I was real close. "Ronni, touch me. Please."
Her hand came up and she placed it next to where I was stroking. She
explored the feeling of touching a man sexually for the first time
ever. "That feels good on me, honey." She pushed more firmly and, with
her hand awkwardly rubbing back and forth began a circular rubbing.
"It's coming, honey, it's coming. Don't stop."
The feel of her little hand on me, her little fingers fluttering, was
very sensual, very arousing. She watched, fascinated, at what she was
doing. "That's it, darling. Almost there. Yes, yes, honey. That's
good, that's real good." I throbbed and, glancing down, saw my first
shot streak out - it must have sailed five feet. Really. She started
at that as I continued to pump, and the second shot arced across her
to land on the bed. She received the remaining spasms on her chest and
arms. One errant glob ended up on her cheek.
PRETEND DADDY
SIX
I was waiting. It had been four days since she last visited. Four days
since she had shocked me by asking to see me jack off. But I loved the
way it had turned out. She was overcome by her curiosity and then her
arousal had got the best of her.
She had been disgusted when she realized my "stuff" was on her. But as
I helped clean her I reminded her that she had been the one to ask to
see it come out. I then explained that semen and piss were different
and that I hadn't pissed on her. That "stuff" was sperm and there was
nothing dirty about it. I suspected she already knew this but she
seemed to want to hear me explain.
She was OK after that especially when I told her that she was the one
responsible for it, explaining how she had turned me on so much. She
then had me explain to her all about semen and sperm. She had some
knowledge of it from school, and what it did in the reproductive
process, but had no idea how much a man produced, or that it came out
under such pressure.
I was watching out my front door when she rode her bicycle up my
driveway. I was still nervous about that; sooner or later some nosy
busybody was going to ask me about her visits. I would work it out
with her that she was my niece, and that she came over on the nights
her mom worked late. It was kind of lame but it was the best I could
come up with. She parked her bicycle by my back door, which I opened
immediately, wanting to get her inside as soon as possible. She was
lovely, wearing her T-shirt and jean shorts again today. "Hi, Pizza
Girl," I greeted her.
"Hi Daddy. I couldn't wait for today to get here; I've been thinking
about you for days," she exclaimed, breezing past me into the kitchen.
Then she was into the house and calling out for Harold. I found her on
the couch with him. I was ready to get ten more cats if it would get
her to visit more often. I joined them. She looked up from petting
Harold, grinning impishly at me. "Guess what?" she asked.
"What?" I responded.
She giggled, saying, "I did it. I did it to myself. Three times
already."
Whatever it was she was proud of it. "Ah, Ronni, what did you do three
times?"
Her head snapped around. "Daddy! You know. I made myself climax. I did
it myself, and didn't fall asleep first."
"Wow, very good, Pizza Girl. That's great." How do you respond to a
girl who just told you about her first jack off?
"All I had to do was close my eyes and think about you," she grinned.
"I just thought about your mouth between my legs." She paused and
smiled, "I still can't believe you did that."
"Honey, believe it. I think you'll get to experience a whole lot of
that in your life. When a girl is as beautiful as you most men will
just love to do that for you."
"Are you going to do that again? Today?" she asked, looking sideways
at me.
"Oh, I don't know. Do you think I should?" I asked, teasing her.
"Oh, yeah, Daddy! That's all I've been thinking about it for days. My
Daddy touching me down there with his mouth."
"The last time I wanted you to do something you wanted to know what I
would do for you. Remember? Well, what will you do for me if I kiss
your pussy again?" I was ready to dive into her sweetness, but I also
wanted to tease her first.
She appeared a little flabbergasted at this. "Ah, well, I guess..,"
she stopped. She shrugged her shoulders, "I, well, what do you want me
to do?"
I laughed. "I'll think of something, little girl. Meanwhile, are you
ready for me now?" The look on her face was my answer. "If you're
ready go into my room and wait for me. I'll be there in a few
minutes." I watched her walk from the living room, carrying Harold. I
reached in my pants and pushed my erection into a more comfortable
position. Then I went and locked the back door.
Harold was on the one pillow, Ronni on the other. She was stark naked.
She was certainly a pretty girl, no doubt about it. She lay with both
hands modestly covering her mound. I sat next to her and pushed her
hair from her face, and leaned over. "You want me to kiss you down
there, between your legs, honey, but you've never even given me a real
kiss. How about it, baby doll, can your Daddy have a kiss?" She looked
up at me with those big eyes of hers. I sure liked them. She smiled
and reached her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to her. She
tried but, as she had never kissed anyone with passion before, her
efforts were awkward. But she had enthusiasm. I took over the kissing
for the next five minutes, demonstrating everything I'd ever learned
about it. She took to it like a pro and soon was imitating my actions.
She didn't lose a beat when I slipped my tongue in her mouth.
I moved my hand between her legs at the same time I moved my mouth to
her little nipples. She gasped at the sensations. As my tongue and
mouth wet her nipples my hand parted her legs and rubbed her pussy. My
finger was into her slit, parting it and rubbing. I continued while I
rotated from one nipple to the other.
Soon I had her aroused, her little nipples protruding and moisture was
oozing in her slit. I reversed position and lay opposite her, placing
my face over her mound. I looked at its pristine, smooth beauty and
lowered my mouth to it. She was sweet and it was such a pleasure doing
this to her. Her pussy smelled and tasted fresh; Ronni knew how to
keep herself clean. And she orgasmed in less than a minute.
I stood next to the bed removing my clothes. Ronni's eyes were closed,
her chest heaving up and down. She unconsciously had one hand at her
breast lightly teasing the nipple. Her other hand was between her
legs, her fingers brushing her labia. I kicked off the last of my
garments and got onto the bed again. "Oh, wow, that was fabulous," she
gasped, smiling at me. She put both hands between her legs and,
drawing them together and up, rubbed her hands up and down. "Ohhh,
ahhhhh, that was soooo good," she exclaimed, twitching, as if still in
the throes of orgasm.
I lay next to her and pulled her against me, feeling her little
breasts against my stomach, my cock nestling between her thighs and my
chin resting on top of her head. I rubbed my hand up and down the
length of her back and across her buttocks and down the back of her
thighs. She was warm and smooth, a real china doll. I was surprised to
feel Ronni's mouth on my chest nibbling on me. I felt her thighs
clamping my cock and began thrusting my hips, rubbing between their
soft firmness. I heard her giggling against me. "What's so funny?"
She giggled again; "Daddy, I can feel your dick on my legs."
"Yes, I know," I answered her, "it feels good against you like that."
I shifted position to bring the tip of my cock to her slit and nudged
it against her pussy.
"Hey," she said, drawing back, "are you going to sex me?"
"What?" I stammered, not sure I heard her.
"Are you going to sex me? You know, sexual intercourse."
"Do you mean am I going to make love to you? Am I going to fuck you?"
I pulled away to look at her.
"That's a dirty word!" she exclaimed, slamming me with her arm, "why
did you say that?"
She must hear that word a hundred times a day at school. "Ronni, I was
just correcting you. You don't "sex" someone, you "have sex" with
them. It's called sexual intercourse, or making love, or, well,
fucking. And it's not dirty when you're doing it."
"Well, I don't like that word," she stated, resolutely.
"OK, OK," I said, quickly, "I won't say that. I don't especially like
it either. I like "making love" much better." I moved my hips, again
nudging my cock against her. She drew back again. "What's wrong,
honey?" I asked.
She wasn't ready and I needed to relax her. It took twenty minutes,
starting with caressing and kissing, and ending with my mouth in her
pussy and my tongue on her clit. As she caught her breath I fingered
her sweet slit, which was nice and wet now. I inserted my fingertip in
the entrance to her vagina, pushing in only a little. She was very
tight there. Very tight. I worked it around, trying to loosen her up.
As tight as it was on my finger there was no way I'd get my cock in
without more stimulation. While I wasn't having much success opening
her she was certainly enjoying my efforts to try. She was very wet and
when I moved my finger over her clit she orgasmed again. My cock was
very stiff.
"Did you like that," I whispered to her. She nodded vigorously. Even
though I knew I wouldn't be able to now, I kissed her and told her,
"Ronni, I want to make love to you."
"No, don't. I don't know. I don't think so."
What was this, I wondered? "Why, honey? Do you think it will hurt?
What?" I kissed her gently, resting my hand on her hip. "Ronni, don't
worry, if you don't want to then I'll stop. But I thought, well, I
thought that the way we were you might want to. I always hear about
how so many teenagers nowadays are having sex, and, well, I just
thought that's what you wanted."
Her head snapped around at that. "Why did you say that? I'm not a
teenager."
Now I snapped around, leaning on my elbow over her. I looked into her
face, searching her eyes and her expression for a smile or something.
I didn't see a smile, or any twinkle in her eye. "You're not a
teenager?"
She gazed into my eyes. "Heck no. Why? How old do you think I am?" Her
eyes flicked back and forth.
"Um, I don't know, I guessed when I first saw you in the restaurant
that you were about fourteen."
Now she grinned at me. "Well, I'm not."
She kept me hanging and forced me to ask. "Ronni, how old are you?
Really?"
She grinned again. "I'm ten, Daddy."
I fell back on the bed. Ten! Damn, what was I doing? I was getting
ready to fuck a ten year old. Ten years old! Where was my head? With
the way her tits filled her shirt, and the way her butt rounded her
jeans, I was sure she was at least thirteen, maybe even fifteen. But
to find out she's ten.
Now it was her turn to lean over me. "What's the matter Daddy, don't
you like me anymore? What?"
"I just didn't think you were so young."
"It's too late now anyway, you already did stuff with me."
What she said hit me like a bucket of cold water but she was
absolutely right. I couldn't be in any more trouble for her being ten
than I could be for thirteen. It was her looks and her outgoing
demeanor which initially caught my eye. If I had known then that she
was only ten would I have acted any different? Probably not, all
things being equal. She was right, though, it was already too late.
Her face still hovered over mine. I looked into her eyes and she
smiled, and lowered her mouth to mine. She gave me one of the
sweetest, most passionate, from the heart, kisses I've ever had. I
can't explain it better than that, but that's what she did. It was a
feeling, that's all.
"Are you mad, Daddy?" she whispered.
I pulled her head onto my chest. "No, Pizza Girl, I'm not. Just
surprised." I guess I should have known, I thought, I had all the
signs. She seemed to know about some things, but not a lot about them.
And her use of "climax" instead of "come," and asking if I was going
to "sex" her. Terms that a young girl learning about sex would know,
but not yet knowing the colloquial terms of teenagers. Like the use of
the word "fuck." And her reluctance to have intercourse.
"Does that mean you'll do it to me again, with your mouth?"
This time her eyes were twinkling. I grinned. "Yes, Pizza Girl, I sure
will, I would love to." I hugged her. "But I would really like to make
love to you."
Her eyes remained on mine, blinking slowly. I watched her for almost a
minute, waiting for a response. "That's alright, my pretty little
girl. If you don't want to, I don't mind. We can do what we did
before." I'd be happy to keep eating her until she did decide.
Her eyes remained the same as she spoke. "I'm afraid, Daddy. I don't
know how to," she ventured, tentatively.
"Do you want to try? I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you."
Her big eyes blinked again, and her head nodded up and down. "Uh huh,"
she whispered.
PRETEND DADDY
SEVEN
She was plenty juicy from my previous efforts on her with my mouth and
hands. I was sure she was as ready as she'd ever be. I rolled over and
insinuated myself between Ronni's legs. She moved them apart as she
kept her eyes open and on my face. I positioned my knees where I
wanted them and leaned forward onto my hands.
I was about to do something that in most societies world wide was
looked upon with disgust and revulsion. What I was doing could get me
locked away for a long, long time. Possibly forever. In the eyes of
the law this was rape. In the eyes of the law a person under the age
of seventeen could not consent to this. I was the villain, the
predator. She was the sweet innocent. She could not have wanted this,
or planed it. In the eyes of the law.
This was brought home to me as I positioned myself above her. I was in
position with my dick nudging her pussy. I was raised up on my arms
ready to slide it home. But when I looked down all I saw was the bed
sheet. That's what brought it all home to me. The last time I was in
this position I looked down and saw the face of my lover. And the time
before that. And all the times before that. Now I saw empty space.
Now, to see the face of my lover I had to look down and under. The
differences in our heights meant Ronni's head was under my chest and
stomach area. She was really small compared to me.
I wrestled with my conscience for a brief moment. My dick won the
fight. "Are you ready, Ronni?" I whispered.
"Yes, Daddy." A return whisper.
I moved and my dick was wedged between her lips. I dropped to an elbow
and reached down to guide my cock. I wanted it in her, not slipping up
and down her tight slit. Another nudge and I had the head between her
lips. Another small nudge and it was where I wanted it - at the tight
opening to her vagina. Another nudge and it was plugging the entrance
to her womb.
I got back up on both arms. Everything was go. Houston, we don't have
a problem. I pushed. I felt myself going into her. I looked down
between my outstretched arms. She was trying to maintain eye contact
with me, looking upward to me. I pushed and saw her face contort in
discomfort. "Hang in there, honey." I whispered, "soon it will feel
real good." I pushed again and slipped into her a little more. Another
look of discomfort. "Tell me if it hurts, honey."
"I love you, Daddy," she said. I wondered at that as a tear broke from
the corner of her eye and ran down across her cheek. She moved her
arms and I felt them around me.
I pushed again and I could now really feel the tightness of her
virginal passage. She was gripping me like a size three sock on a size
seven foot. I had a visual of those kid toys you put your fingers into
and when you pull out it clamps tight and you can't get your fingers
out. I was afraid if I tried to pull out of Ronni the same thing would
happen.
I pushed again. Ronni's eyes were shut. Tightly shut. I knew this must
really be getting to her, perhaps even painful. "Ronni? If it hurts
tell me. I'll stop." Her response was to just shake her head back and
forth. Another push. And another. More tears from Ronni. But now I was
in. All the way. My tummy was tight against her.
I lowered myself onto her and as gently as I could considering the
disparity in our height I clasped her to me. "I'm in you, Ronni. I'm
all the way inside your pussy," I whispered. I held position to let
her get used to having me in her. I bent my head and began kissing the
top of her head. It was the best I could do.
I held her to me for several minutes. Her little cunt was so tight on
me. I felt I could come just from remaining still within her. She was
tight and hot. She felt so hot around my cock, like hot wax. Then I
pulled out. Ronni gasped. I pulled out and out till just the tip was
still in. Then I lowered myself into her. It was easier this time. And
the next. And the next.
Soon I was stroking in and out of her. She was so tight and so hot and
I could feel every inch of her tightness. I wished my dick was two
feet long. I would have enjoyed pulling out and then pushing in all
twenty four inches. Even more. She was that tight, that good.
I had a good rhythm going now. I was sliding in and out of her like
she was an old pro. I looked down. She was once more looking up at me.
And no tears. "Do you like it, Daddy?" I barely heard her but I
managed to gasp out an answer. I looked past her awe filled face and
her body to see myself sliding in and out of her. What a sight. And I
felt her arms still holding onto me. "It doesn't hurt now, Daddy."
I was getting there. I was going to come. I wanted to shoot my load
into her. I wanted to fill her up. I wanted her to know the feeling of
a man, of me, unleashing sperm into her body. "Oh, Ronni, I'm going to
come. I'm going to squirt my sperm into you." I felt her arms tighten
around me. I looked one more time at her. She was still looking up to
me, her eyes still watching me. Then I came.
My orgasm was so intense. I was sure I blew off the top of her head.
It was so good, and so new. Like I had never ever come before. I
pulsed. I could practically envision my stream of sperm traveling the
inner tubing of my plumbing, racing outward at thousands of feet per
second, leaving my cock and having a short flight through the narrow
opening of her vagina and splashing against the opening of her uterus
and blasting into her womb. Her virgin womb. And the pulses continued,
diminishing in velocity until I fell forward onto her, exhausted.
I had enough presence of mind to roll over and for the next several
minutes just held her to me and waited for my heart to return to a
more livable rate. I moved until I was looking into her face. She
smiled at me. "Ronni. That was so good. How are you? Did I hurt you
much?"
"Oh, Daddy, now I know about intercourse. It's wonderful."
"But did I hurt you?"
"Oh, it was terrible at first. I thought I was split. Then all of a
sudden it was like there was more room and I felt you better."
More room? Was that her hymen breaking? I hadn't felt any obstructions
but I had gone in so slow maybe I missed it. In any case, hymen or
not, she was no virgin now. My dick was soft now and I moved my hips
and pulled out of her. A quick check showed it wet and slick with our
combined juices. And yes, a pinkish tinge.
"Oh, Daddy," Ronnie gasped as my dick pulled out. She, too, looked
down to check the damage. Her hand went to her pussy and she brought
it back up slick with the evidence of our deed. "I'm all messy," she
stated.
"Um, yes, Ronni, that's what sex does. It usually leaves a mess. But
it's so good. Both of our stuff is mixed together, that's what's in
you."
She looked again. "And it's leaking out. I'm going to the bathroom."
When she returned we cuddled together on my bed. "Next time I make
love to you I hope to make you come, too."
"It was wonderful anyway, Daddy." She kissed me on the cheek. "I feel
so, so, so older now. I heard my friends talking about sex. It didn't
sound very good. But some girls said it was the best. But they're
older. Now I know what they meant."
"How about those two other girl friends of yours, Connie and, uh,
what's her name? What do they say about sex?"
"Jessica. Connie and Jessica. Well, I promised not to tell but Jessica
does sex with her dad. He showed her how to jack him when she was
seven. He does all kinds of things with her. And he has intercourse
with her. When she was nine."
"Jessica tells you all this?"
"Uh huh. When we talk about how nice it is to have a daddy. Her dad
even does things with her rear. And she kisses his dick, too. He
really likes that, she says."
"What about Connie? Is she and her dad having intercourse?"
"No. But she wants to. Jessica tells her things to do, things to make
her dad look at her. But so far nothing worked. Her dad looks at her
but he never touches her. He hardly even hugs her when she kisses him
goodnight. But she's sure he is interested because she can see the big
lump in his pants. From his dick."
"Connie asked Jessica that if she can't get her dad interested maybe
Jessica could sleep over and she could try and get him interested in
her. They have a whole plan worked out. And Jessica said Connie could
sleep over at her house. Jessica said her dad likes some of her
girlfriends. She said he thinks Connie is really cute. She thinks he
wants to have sex with her."
Hmm. This was getting better all the time. "Ronni. How many other
girls are in on this. Doing things with their dads?"
"Oh, the only other one is Sarah. She does things with her dad, but
not sex stuff. Oh, and we think maybe Mary, but we are still finding
out."
"I see," I said. This was interesting. A secret circle of girls who
make moves on their daddies. Very interesting. No wonder Ronni wanted
a Daddy. A pretend Daddy was better than no Daddy. Did this get her
admission into this inner circle? "How did you come to know all this
since you don't have a dad?"
"Oh, I went over to Connie's one day. Her mom said she was up in her
room with Jessica so I went upstairs to her room. The door was closed
when I got there but I could hear them talking. I listened for a few
minutes and was I surprised. Then I went in. Then they were surprised.
And they told me everything. That's how I know. And that's why I
wanted to get my own daddy."
She got up on her knees, looking at my wilted cock, now almost
completely shrunken. "It's all gooey and slippery now. I guess that's
from being in me, huh?" She kept staring at my dick. Then, "It's all
small now."
Just what I needed, comments about my size. "Well, it's because of
you. You did such a good job and it took so much out of me that I need
to recuperate a while. Don't worry, it'll be back again."
"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, I want to do it again," I answered, "and again and again and
again. As soon as I recuperate."
"Are you going to do it to me again?" she asked, coyly.
I did do it to her again. And again and again and again.
My Pizza Girl visited me whenever she could the rest of the summer,
and after she went back to school. We got into other things
eventually. Oral. Anal. Mutual Masturbation. I liked it all and so did
she. She thought of it as learning experiences so I continued to give
her lessons, telling her that practice makes perfect.
The onset of darkness earlier in the evening and colder weather as
winter approached reduced her visits considerably. I didn't see her
from before Thanksgiving till after the Christmas holiday. She visited
to give me my Christmas and Happy New Year present. (Guess what it
was?)
She also promised me she wasn't telling Jessica and Connie about us
but I wondered. Especially when she began asking me if I'd like her to
bring Jessica or Connie over with her one day.
I had to think on that.
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