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A Lucky Guy Part 1
Author Unknown
My name is Guy and I'm a very lucky man. Krista was a gift to me from
her mother Jane. An offering. A bribe. She had run out of ideas and
was desperate. I was emotionally drained. No matter how much attention
or how much kindness I showered on her and 8 year old daughter Krista,
it wasn't enough. After six months I realized my all would never be
enough for her.
Jane didn't like to be alone. She needed a man to protect her from
life. She didn't know how to cope with the everyday stresses.
Unfortunately she wasn't picky. Almost any man would do. Her late
boyfriend Andy was a drunk. He would smack her around when he was
drunk, and tortured her emotionally when sober. Jane was his favorite
form of entertainment. Andy wasn't abusive to Krista like he was to
her mother. Not that he was kind to her. He just didn't care enough to
bother with her. She wasn't his anyway. Her real father was just
another in a long line of assholes her mother would throw herself at.
Jane couldn't stand to be alone. The sad thing is that no matter who
she was with, she always was.
I met Jane while working. Her office was having problems with their
LAN and I was dispatched to fix it. Chasing the trouble meant testing
their router and walking through the office, testing all the
connections. I was going in and out of the cubicles when I met her.
Her space was a mess, cluttered with papers and file folders. I
thought it was unoccupied. Hidden behind the piles, because of her
short stature, I was startled when I saw her. I was stopped dead in my
tracks. She stood out from all the other women in the office. Not
because of any great beauty or bubbly personality. Just the opposite,
Jane was pale with lots freckles and long frizzy red hair. She looked
almost albino. Ghostlike. Thin lips and a tiny nose gave her this
little mousey look. Dressed in her gray business suit she blended in
with the dull office décor, as if she were wearing camouflage. She had
on a big pair of glasses that made her look like those Japanese anime
moppets with the big eyes. She was the classic "Plain Jane." I knew
she had to be a least 30 years old but she looked more than half that.
Short, thin, and flat chested. She looked like a little girl. Jane was
my kind of woman.
Oh, I realized that I was a pedophile a long time ago. I was 41 years
old when I moved in with Jane but I had been attracted to young girls
since high school. I played both ends of the field. I had girlfriends
my own age; one was even a little older. Big tits can be a lot of fun.
But at the same time I was hitting the Peep Shows around Times Square,
popping quarters in the machines watching 8mm Kiddie Porn movies and
buying the little Kinderlove booklets. It was out in the open and sold
over the counter back then. I had a nice little Lolita Library hidden
in my room. This was during the late Sixties before the big crackdowns
moved all that stuff underground. Little Indian girls shoving candles
in their cunts while sucking the biggest cocks I'd ever seen. Little
Dutch or Swedish blondes getting their pussies slammed by Daddy. I
couldn't get enough. I'd watch little girls on the subways and busses
for a peek of panty. Catholic School girls were the best. As soon as
they were out from under the Nuns' watchful eyes they'd unbutton their
Peter Pan collars and hike up the skirts. Kneesocks were an
aphrodisiac. There were plenty of little girls around that would let
me feel them up and finger fuck for a couple of dollars. Some did it
for free.
I'd get worked up just thinking about fucking them and run over to my
girlfriend for a savage blowjob. I never fucked any of my little
playmates. I was scared of hurting one of them and being reported.
Little Sandra did enjoy sucking cock though. I think her brother
taught her. Thank you Ritchie wherever you are. I had one girlfriend
who had a little 10-year-old sister that drove me wild. She had a big
crush on me and luckily big sis thought it was cute. I never actually
touched her the way I wanted to but there were times when I came
close. She'd hug and kiss me and climb on my lap. I was careful not to
go too far and risk jail. I'd press my cock against her ass and tickle
her. All her wiggling and jerking would bring me close to orgasm. Big
sis would get a good fuck those nights. Wonder if she knew why? A few
times I had to go to the bathroom and beat off. I'd wipe myself clean
with a pair of panties from their dirty clothes hamper. Her Mom had
the nice silky ones and I'd dig around for them. I had left cum in
each of their panties including little sis. It was like I fucked the
whole family.
I've never lost my taste for kid pussy. I joined the Army after
highschool and I was lucky enough to get assigned to Korea. Lots of
hungry little girls to choose from. The clichéd story of families
selling or renting daughters to be used as servants or sex objects was
true. I found another soldier with the same tastes as me and we rented
a house together. He was easy to spot. I saw him at church and all he
ever looked at was the group of girls from the Catholic orphanage
school. The Nuns would march them in wearing their little uniforms and
I would sneak glances their way but this guy would just stare. I
recognized him as a pedophile brother. The market for girls of all
ages was big and he had one he used to take to bars at night. She
couldn't have been more than 13-yeard old. That's were we formally
met. Chet was looking for a housemate with similar tastes and he
wasn't shy about describing them. He fucked his 7-year old sister back
home and got caught. To avoid public humiliation his parents forced
him to enlist. The Army in their infinite wisdom sent him to a
pedophile's paradise.
We fucked little girls every night. I remember one 7-year old I kept
for a few months. My roommate had one of his own. I dressed mine in
shirtdresses and tee shirts. She never wore any underwear. I'd fuck
her whenever the mood struck. During the day she would help our
mama-san with the housekeeping and cooking. When we got off duty it
was straight to the bath for my little yobo and me. Our place had a
Japanese style wash tub. More like a small pool compared to American
ones. We would wash each other and then get in the bath. We'd play in
the water for a while but she knew what was coming. I would sit her on
my lap and with little foreplay I'd push my cock into her pussy. I
paid her mother for her and she was mine to treat as I wished. She was
a fuck toy so there was little need for the niceties. I'd fuck her as
hard as I wanted and she took it with little complaint. With my hands
on her shoulders I would push her down as I thrust my cock into her.
Sometimes I'd soap up my cock and shove it up her ass. This she didn't
like much. She'd cry but it gave me such a rush of power that any
guilt I felt was swept aside. After dinner my buddy and I would smoke
some hashish and really go crazy on our girls. Chet's was a 10-year
old with tiny tits. He kept her naked most of the time. We were free
to use each others girls but had to ask first. His girl was tall
enough to fuck standing up so I would bend her over a chair or table
and fuck her hard and fast. We would sometimes have them play with
each other and watch. He had a sadistic streak that I didn't entirely
share but I admit his shows turned me on. He would tie her up and
insert dildoes and vibrators into her cunt and ass. He loved an
audience. Sometimes he'd tie his girl on this frame he built with her
hands and feet fastened to the corners. Depending on his mood he'd
drip hot candle wax on her or place clamps on her pussy and nipples.
I'd have my cock buried in my girl's pussy as I sat in my papa-san
chair. It was amazing how she could grip my cock with her pussy and
massage it without any outward movement. She just sat still while her
cunt jerked me off. It was amazing. His girl gave great head. She gave
me my first deep throat. There were new girls all the time. It was a
crazy.
When my hitch was up and I returned home I didn't know how to score
that young pussy. In Korea it was there for a price but back here
things were different. I couldn't approach little girls like I did
when I was a teen. It would draw too much attention. The kid porn went
underground and you had to know the right people to get it. I had been
gone too long and didn't know who to ask. I would entertain myself
with my old collection of worn booklets but it wasn't the same. After
having what I had in Korea how could pictures satisfy me? I started
dating girlish women with low self-esteem. Women easy to manipulate
and turn them into Lolita substitutes. In a city the size of New York
they weren't hard to find. Museums and libraries were full of them.
Anywhere where they could be alone with their thoughts and dreams. I
know that sounds stupid but that's where lonely people go. Churches
are good too but I didn't want to press my luck in a house of God. I
searched for short women with tiny boobs. I preferred them on the thin
side so I could dress them in little girl outfits. Women like them
didn't get much attention from men. Most men like huge tits and ass.
My women liked the attention I gave them and indulged my quirks. Many
had little experience with sex and were easy to train. I never
admitted my love of little girls and when I detected they were
becoming uncomfortable with my games I'd break it off. I couldn't
stand their looks of disgust.
It didn't take long before Jane asked me to spend the night. Her last
old man died after crashing into an overpass abutment while driving
drunk. Jane had been alone for four months. She couldn't stand it and
when I showed her some affection she was falling over herself to
please me and get me in her bed. I'm no lady's man by a long shot. I'm
not even very good looking. I am nice though. I enjoy the company of
women and treat them good. I'm not one to turn down a piece of ass and
Jane's resemblance to a young girl had me straining at the leash. I
was dying to see her naked. Feeling her up under her dress wasn't
enough. I already knew her pussy was sparsely covered with what I
imagined to be fine red hairs. She also didn't have the droopy labia
that many women have. It felt like what we called a "snapper" when I
was in high school. Her outer pussy lips would close tight, enclosing
her clit and inner labia, giving her a little girl pussy. I hadn't
seen it yet but my fingers told me so. She had more pussy hair than I
liked but I would soon fix that. Jane's tits were a large A cup, firm
and pert with a hard nipple and a light areola. That much I had gotten
to see before the grand unveiling.
The first few times she had arranged for a sitter so I only knew of
Krista from Jane's chitchat and a few baby pictures around the
apartment. I wasn't prepared when I did finally meet her. She was my
dream child. Krista had her mother's red hair but lighter with soft
waves. She stood about four feet tall. They shared the same button
nose but Krista had full ruby red lips. At 8-years old she had a
better figure than Jane. Her baby fat gave her slight hips, a nice
round ass, and a hint of titty. Her skin was darker, with just a few
freckles around her nose. She was wearing a white sundress with
spaghetti straps and trimmed with white lace. On her feet were white
ankle socks and white Mary Janes. She looked like a Bride. I had to
remind myself to breathe. Then I saw her eyes, dark and sad. Those
beautiful lips had no smile. My heart instantly went out to her. She
never left her mother's shadow. She could barely raise her head to
look at me. I knew then that it would be hard to walk away from these
two.
I only planned for Jane to be a stand-in Lolita in my pedophile
fantasies. I would fuck the shit out of her and walk away before she
figured out that I was a pervert. When she told me about her daughter
I thought I might get some cheap thrills like before. A little tickle
play and a flash of tit or panty. Not this time. Once I met her I knew
I had to fuck this kid. At first it was going according to plan.
Krista eventually warmed up to me and soon we were holding hands
through the zoo and splashing each other in the pool. I'd feel her
titties over her bikini top while trying to teach her to swim. She'd
lay her head in my lap while watching some Disney crap video while I
was stroking her hair and pushing her head against my cock. I had a
small stash of videos I had taken of my little angel while at the
beach. Lots of shots of her wet bathing suit clinging to her tiny
pussy and her nipples. I kept them at my apartment and beat off to
them over and over again. I would even cum in Krista's dirty panties
like I used too so many years ago. I was in Heaven.
Jane might not have seemed like much to look at when I first met her
but she blossomed when a man paid her some attention. She was hardly
more than 5 feet tall. Soaking wet she was probably all of 90 pounds.
She had a long thin neck and when she wore her hair loose it was
incredibly sexy. Her breasts were small and firm with very little sag.
Her stomach had a little flab but as skinny as she was I couldn't see
her losing any more weight in order to get rid of it. Her best
features were her legs. For such a short woman she had long shapely
legs. I loved to see them covered in black silk stockings. She lacked
the hips and ass to go with the legs but all in all she was easy on
the eyes. Above all she was a great fuck. Fully clothed she was shy
and inhibited but after Krista was tucked in, and she stripped naked,
Jane was a sex machine. Hell, I never had my asshole reamed until Jane
stuck her tongue up there. She would lightly scrape her teeth along my
cock while she sucked it. Just enough to add to the twirling
sensations her tongue would create. Krista was a sound sleeper so we
would fuck up a storm all over Jane's apartment. The kitchen counter
was a favorite spot as well as the shower. We even fucked on Krista's
bed once, while she was at school, surrounded by all the little girl's
stuffed animals. I gradually introduced little things into our fuck
sessions that added to my Lolita fantasies. I would shave her cunt and
rub it with baby oil. I asked her to wear ankle and knee socks to bed.
I started a ritual of braiding her hair into pigtails at night. She so
wanted to please me that she did it all with little or no questions.
Then I got bolder. I bought her a Catholic School uniform to wear for
after Krista was in bed. Knee socks and all. I had her wear those
glasses too. She thought it was strange but played along when she saw
how excited it made me. I became her teacher and would have her stand
before me while I sat on the couch. I had caught her cheating during
an exam but would keep silent if she would let me touch her. Slowly I
would glide my hands over up her legs while she stood rigidly at
attention. My hands would slide up her legs, go under her plaid
pleated skirt, and I would cup her ass cheeks and squeeze them
roughly. I'd pull her closer while I worked my way between her legs.
Jane's legs would quiver as I slipped my fingers under the leg elastic
and tickled her pussy. Soon the plain cotton panties would drop around
her ankles but I wouldn't let her step out of them. Now I would have
her shuffle to my side and bend her over my knees. I'd give her a few
light spanks for effect but spanking isn't my thing. I would soon
change over to massaging her cunt. As soon as she'd get moist enough
my fingers would slip inside for a good finger fucking. I didn't play
favorites. Her ass was just as likely to get two fingers as was her
pussy. When I was ready I'd order her to kneel between my legs and
give her a good face fuck. My hands would grab her head and I would
jerk her back and forth. I wouldn't cum though. At the right time I
would stand her up and make her squat over my cock and guide her down
onto it. By that time she was charged up and would bounce up and down
like a jackhammer. To control her movement I'd slip my left hand up
her white schoolgirl blouse and grab a tit while I reached around with
my right hand to massage her clit. It had a calming affect on her and
we'd settle down for a good fuck. Sometimes I would cum in her pussy,
sometimes in her ass. If I could hold on long enough I'd stand her up
and tell her to kneel again. I would stroke myself slowly. I'd rub my
cock on her face and even slap her with it. Finally I'd cum on her
face and all over those wonderful glasses. It thrilled me to no end
knowing she would have to wear them to work the next day.
All this time I was still scheming to get Krista. I was enjoying the
little rubbing and snuggling but I was still afraid that if I went too
far she would tell Jane or worse, her teacher. It was frustrating. The
evenings were the worst. After dinner was bathtime. Jane's habit was
to have Krista undress in the bedroom and hang up her play clothes.
Then my little angel would walk down the hall to the bathroom in her
underwear and socks. Sometimes I'd get a treat and she'd stroll by
topless but that was as good as it got. I started to realize that my
fantasy would probably remain a fantasy. Still, the sex I was getting
from Jane was great and I couldn't easily give it up. By this time I
had practically moved in with my girls but the pressure of being
everything to Jane was starting to take it's toll. Her finances were a
mess and I ended up handling her money and bills. Dinner conversation
was all about how her co-workers hated her and her fear of losing her
job. Everything with her was a crisis. I had problems and
responsibilities of my own. I still kept my own place and found myself
making up excuses not to spend the night at Jane's. She had been
dumped before and her anxieties went into over drive. She played the
guilt game like a pro. How I was using her for sex. How I took
advantage of her during her time of mourning. Bullshit. Then Jane
started using Krista, reminding me how attached she had become to me,
and how the death of her previous father figure had hurt her. When
that got old she started hinting about doing herself harm and maybe
harming Krista. It was getting too heavy for me and I didn't want to
be there if she followed through. I was worried for Krista but knew
that Jane would never hurt her. I had seen them together long enough
to see how much she loved her daughter. When I was home she'd call or
leave messages. She even threatened to call my boss. That wouldn't
have worked because her theatrics were well know at my office. Of
course I left out some of the seedier details but guys will be guys
and I had to brag a little.
Her threat about my job was the last straw. I packed my things and
went home. The calls started becoming more frequent so I had to screen
my calls. By the second week back home, Jane's calls had tapered off.
Just when I thought it was over there was a knock at my door. I knew
it was Jane. I didn't get many unexpected visitors. My family was anal
about calling in advance to save themselves a trip into the city from
Long Island. I looked through the peephole and could barely make out
the top of someone's head. Fearing a scene in front of my neighbors I
opened the door. No Jane. Instead I found Krista. Sweet little Krista
was dressed up in her mothers Catholic School outfit with ankle socks,
little oxford shoes, and pigtails. A chill ran up my spine. I could
feel all my neighbors' eyes spying through their peepholes at what to
my eyes was a little girl wearing fuck clothes. I pulled her in
quickly. Krista was behaving as she did the first day we met. Her head
was lowered, her eyes staring down at the floor. She hadn't yet spoken
a word when the phone rang. I let my machine pick it up. Then I heard
Jane's voice. She was babbling but told me, in no uncertain terms,
that she knew I was touching her daughter and that all our little girl
bedroom games told her that I was a child molester. That Krista wasn't
as heavy a sleeper as I thought and had seen us fucking. Hearing those
words said aloud almost stopped my heart. I had never been so scared
in my life. I pictured the police breaking down my door and finding me
with this little girl dressed in cum stained clothes. My cum. My DNA.
Her next words floored me. Jane wasn't blackmailing me. She was
bribing me. She told me I could fuck her daughter if I would come
back. She had told her daughter what was going to happen and that she
had to do whatever I wanted in order to have a daddy again. She said
she would call back in an hour for my answer and hung up. I stared at
Krista and could see the tracks of tears rolling down her cheeks.
After my ears stopped ringing with her mother's words I could hear
Krista's sobs and whimpers. I was hooked. If I resisted my urges and
brought Krista home to her crazy mother what was to keep Jane from
playing the blackmail card? I hadn't stopped my habit of jerking off
into panties and I imagined that Jane had a pair of Krista's tucked
away somewhere with a load of my cum in them.
I took her hand and led Krista to my couch. She didn't resist. I sat
down and she stood facing me, standing between my legs. I looked at
her standing there, where her mother had stood dozens of times,
wearing her mother's schoolgirl outfit. I could feel my fear melt away
as my dick got harder. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her
close to me. I just held her there wondering if I could really go
through with this. This wasn't a Korean fuck toy I could return or
exchange. Fucking this little beauty meant placing myself in Jane's
hands. As I held her, smelling her hair and stroking her back, she
slid her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. I was lost. I took
her face in my hands and kissed her full on the lips. It was an old
fashioned "movie kiss" with no tongue at first. Gradually I started
nibbling her cheeks and neck and worked my way back to her lips. This
time I opened her mouth and slipped my tongue into her tiny mouth. At
first she clenched her teeth, blocking my tongue from exploring
further. A little pressure on her chin with my finger opened her mouth
to me and we touched tongues. It was so so sweet. I got excited at her
taste and wanted more. There was no going back.
Once she was comfortable with the kissing I slid my right hand down
her back to her ass. Krista flinched a little but never tried to stop
me and didn't stop sharing our kiss. I broke the kiss to look at her
face. Her eyes were moist and sparkling. Her lips were full and red
from our kissing with a little curl of a smile at the corners. I told
her not to be afraid and that I loved her. I had never told Jane this
and doubted I ever would, but this girl I would love forever. She told
me she loved me too and closed her eyes. I kissed her again with more
intensity and she responded, swirling her tongue in circles and
breathing harder through her nose. My left hand held her head and I
pressed it hard against my mouth. My right hand continued down her
legs and I stroked her thigh. I lifted her up, sat her on my left
thigh, and slid my hand under her skirt. My cock had never been so
hard. I pushed her legs apart so her knee rested against my cock. Her
panties were too tight for my hand to fit under them so I pulled them
down. Krista started to whimper in my mouth. I stopped everything but
kept my hand on her ass. I reminded her that she knew me and that I
wasn't going to hurt her. She looked into my eyes and whispered OK.
With our eyes locked together I eased her panties down to her knees
and then tickled her ass. She responded with a little laugh and smiled
the biggest smile yet.
My cock was ready to explode and I really needed to take it out of my
pants but I was worried it would scare her. I kept pressing it against
her leg, not trying to hide it at all. I started kissing her neck and
undid the top few buttons of her blouse. I moved the kisses down her
neck, to her chest. There was no undershirt to keep me from her tiny
nipples and a felt her pulling my head down with her arms. I started
on her ass again, rubbing and kneading her ass cheeks until I felt she
was comfortable with my touch. My lips found her nipples and I
discovered there was more there than I thought. No real breasts but
her nipples sat on juicy mounds of baby fat. I could wrap my lips
around her nipple and actually suck her breast into my mouth. Krista
liked it a lot. I switched to nibbling her tiny pebble of a nipple
with my teeth and heard her moan. That's when I slipped my finger
between her pussy lips. Her cunt was a miniature of her mother's; a
snapper. It felt soft and hairless, and I had to see it. I slip her
off my leg, and with me rubbing my cock against her leg there was a
small wet spot on my pants. Krista saw it and was quiet for a while.
Then she softly asked me if I wanted to take off my pants. I said yes
and asked her if it would be OK and she said yes. I sat her down on
the couch, kicked my shoes off, and undid my pants. I slid them down
my legs and stepped out of them. I was nervous so my cock softened a
little bit but looking at my Krista sitting there in her cute,
slightly oversized outfit, staring at my boxer shorts, had my blood
pumping again. Soon I was sprouting a tent again. She looked up and
smiled at me so I held my breath as I pulled my shorts down. Her eyes
were fixed on my dick. She didn't blink for a while and didn't say
anything but her smile was still there. I took a breath and asked her
if she would touch it. She reached out and patted it a few times
before she grasped it and wrapped her fingers around it. Then she
amazed me by starting to jerk me off. I asked her gently if she had
ever done this before. She said no but she had seen her mother do it
to her boyfriends and to me.
I took a chance and stepped a little closer to see what would happen.
Krista took my cock with both her hands and really started stroking. I
wanted to shove it in her mouth but didn't want to break this spell. I
asked her if she would give it a kiss. She scooted her butt to the
edge of the sofa cushion and leaned closer to the tip of my cock. She
pursed her lips together and kissed my cock. My darling started to sit
back and I said, don't stop. Krista leaned forward again, placed her
lips on the tip of my cock, and held them there. When I woke from my
dream state I realized her lips were still there but she had stopped
her stroking. I reached out and placed my left hand on the back of her
head while I wrapped my right hand around her little hands, still on
my cock. I started her hands back to stroking while I applied gentle
pressure to the back of her head. She got the message and parted her
lips. This time her teeth were no obstacle though she did nick me once
or twice. At first she tried to move her tongue out of the way but
eventually started exploring my cock with it. I didn't give her more
than the head of my cock this night. I knew there would be other
nights like this one. I also pulled out of her sweet mouth before
cumming. I didn't want to scare or disgust her. I knew plenty of grown
women that didn't like it and I wanted Krista to love it. I took over
the stroking from her and pressed my cock up against her little
titties and let it rip. My legs shivered and my knees almost buckled.
It was powerful. Krista took it in stride; I guess she had seen men
cum on her mother more than a few times. I told her to sit there while
I got a warm washcloth. I cleaned myself off and went back to her. I
thought about putting my boxers back on but figured she might as well
get used to it.
I finished unbuttoning her blouse and gently cleaned the cum off her
skin. She was so beautiful laying there that I had to kiss her again.
I hovered over her trailing kisses from her mouth, down her neck,
across her breasts, onto her belly, and back up again. I knew this
wasn't the time to try and fuck her but I had to eat her pussy. Krista
was very still as I lifted up her skirt and gazed on her beautiful
pussy. It was just as I imagined it would be. She had a high mons with
snapper lips. It was covered with very fine peach fuzz and had a heady
aroma. Krista's legs were draped over the edge of the sofa cushions
and with a light pressure she spread them wide. With my hands on her
hips I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart. I'd never seen a
more beautiful pink anywhere. Her cunt was so shiny and wet it looked
like porcelain or mother of pearl. I inhaled her fragrance and wet my
lips. I was shaking as I lifted her legs over my shoulders. I moved in
and opened her pussy with my tongue. The taste was bitter and not the
sweetness I dreamed of. It was the traces of urine that gave her pussy
that flavor. I didn't mind though. We would be bathing together from
then on and we would always be clean for each other. I so wanted this
to be a wonderful experience for my precious baby. I focused on her
clit and flicked and nibbled and caressed it until she was overcome
with a wave of orgasmic pleasure. When she came it was as if I had an
orgasm too. I swept her up in my arms and held her tight. Krista
finally came back to life and asked me if it was always like that. I
told her not always but even a little orgasm is terrific and she
laughed
The magic of the moment kept us warm and we embraced for a long time.
During that time I thought about Jane and how I would fit her into
this new life of mine. I could never trust her and would have to find
any evidence against me she might have hidden and find something to
use against her as insurance. Marriage was out of the question but
therapy of some kind was definitely in the cards. It was also a sure
bet that Krista would be sleeping in my bed from now on. If Jane
wanted to join us it was up to her. She's the one who started this and
I wasn't going to give Krista up, ever. Jane had literally made her
bed and now she had to lay in it. She would have to handle her own
affairs and we would keep separate accounts. I'd figure out the
details later. Krista and I were both cleaned up and almost dressed
when Jane called. I told her we needed to talk and invited her over.
She was downstairs calling on her cellphone and at my door in a few
minutes. She had a change of clothes for Krista and told her to go in
the bathroom and change. Krista looked at me for an OK before leaving
us. I sensed Jane had lost her control over her daughter. I think Jane
did too. Jane jumped into her "poor me mode" and I cut her off. I told
her my terms and told her they were non-negotiable. She gave me some
lip but grudgingly agreed. I would probably have more terms later but
I could tell Jane would be less trouble from now on. I was ranting and
pacing around while Jane sat wide-eyed. She had never seen me like
this. Jane suddenly got down on her knees and threw her arms around my
waist. It was a pathetic gesture and I felt sorry for her. I think she
realized she was more alone than before now that she had lost her
daughter's respect and that now her daughter was a rival for my love.
Jane started pawing at my belt and pants, and before long had my cock
in her mouth. By this time Krista had changed clothes and was standing
there watching her mother suck my dick. Krista got more than a fresh
change of clothes that afternoon. There was a change in her standing
in this "family." Instead of hiding and sneaking a look at us having
sex like before, my darling girl walked across the living room at sat
down on the couch while I fucked her mommy's face. And she was
definitely smiling. I grabbed two handfuls of Jane's hair and started
pounding my cock into her face. It felt good to give her back some of
what she had been giving me over the past month. I was also putting on
a show for my little angel. I was forcing my cock deeper than I
usually did and Jane was gagging. I pulled out and started slapping my
cock on her face. I had her lick my balls and finally came on her
face. It wasn't as big of a load as I had given Krista but it wasn't
bad. My cum was sliding down her face from her eye, across her cheek,
to her chin. She looked like she was crying. I told Jane to find a
washcloth and clean my cock before she wiped her face. Yeah. I think
things are going to be better from now on.
A Lucky Guy - Part 2
Krista has a sleepover Birthday party.
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