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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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