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TeenDare.txt

A Sixteen Year Old Takes a Dare

Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Piv, 1st, Teen

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My day couldn't get worse.  I got a speeding ticket, my ex-wife
complained she wanted more money, and my boss told me an employment
adjustment might be in the cards for me.  And then something happened
that literally made me stop breathing for a moment.  A lovely sixteen
year old angel wearing skimpy clothes walked up to me from across the
fast food restaurant lobby and asked me if I'd like to take her
someplace nice and private.  She later told me she did it as a dare.

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It was a Friday that I would long remember.

"Sir ...  may I see your license, registration, and proof of insurance?"

It was clear why he'd stopped me, so I immediately offered what I
thought was a reasonable and logical explanation for my having been the
target of his interest.

"But officer ...  I wasn't the one speeding!  The guy beside me tried to
pass me coming around that last curve, and when he saw your car he
changed his mind and slowed down!"

"Heard it before, Sir.  Please provide me what I've asked for, or I'll
have to assume you don't have them, and I'll ask you to step out of your
car so I can take you downtown in handcuffs."

Crap!  I hadn't had a ticket in years, but the way insurance companies
were working these days any excuse would do for them to jack my rates,
again!

It didn't take very long for him to saunter back to his patrol car, but
it seemed like hours.  What made it worse were all the people zipping by
at a comfortable speed about ten or fifteen miles over the limit because
they knew I was the one running 'block' for them.  It felt horrible to
sit there with his bright flashing lights informing everyone on the
highway that I was stupid enough to be first in line around a blind
curve.  Hadn't I learned anything over the many years of driving?

By the time I was allowed to merge into traffic and almost getting
whacked in the ass by someone who wasn't all that concerned about the
cop sitting behind me I was already going to be late for the meeting
that I'd been planning for over a month.  Just as my luck was running,
the very day I was hosting half a dozen out-of-town executives for a
mini-conference to help boost my department's worth I had to get a
damned speeding ticket, and I truly didn't deserve it.  Sure ...  they
always say that, don't they?

Strangely the traffic seemed to be moving quicker as a result of my
having been the target of the last speed-trap, so I was actually
starting to feel a little better.  I was fine until my cell phone rang
in my shirt pocket.

<RING>

"Hello?"

"Eugene, I'm tired of you trying to keep me out of the loop!"

"What?  What are you talking about, Eleanor?"

"I just found out on the news that your company just celebrated a big
fat stock split and the best quarterly earnings in six quarters.  Did
you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Damn it, woman!  You know I don't control or benefit from that crap!
I'm stuck in a department that's barely getting by.  In fact, I'm on my
way to a meeting to try to keep the folks in my area from having to look
for other work.  If it hadn't been for a stupid speeding ticket "

"I don't wanna hear it, Eugene!  All I wanna hear is that you'll
increase my income checks by at least 25%."

"TWENTY FIVE PERCENT?!  Damn, woman!  What are you trying to do, run for
political office or something?"

"Don't make me call my attorney, Eugene!  You know I will."

With my mind already distracted by the cop and the meeting I was barely
going to make I didn't see the car pull into my lane.  I almost hit them
from behind when they did a panic stop because they couldn't cross three
lanes of traffic to exit at the last second.  In the process I dropped
my cell phone to the floor near my feet, the damned flip-phone snapping
shut the instant it hit the recently cleaned carpet.  That most likely
encouraged my ex-wife to hit the speed-dial button she'd probably set up
on her cell phone for the asshole of an attorney who'd already taken my
house and a large portion of my income from me.

The idiot with a short attention span directly in front of me didn't
force me to swap any paint with their car, but they did react to their
need to exit so suddenly that another person in the lane to my right
clipped another car.  That instantly started a cascade of horrible
sounds and crunched metal that brought four lanes of traffic to a
screeching halt.  There was just enough room to my left for me to take
her last planned location and then jerk my wheel to the shoulder.  Of
course, that's when the shoulder came to an abrupt end, another car
stuck there because of an earlier collision.

With so many cars not moving ahead, beside, and behind me, all I could
do was accept that I'd be late and call my boss.  She was none too happy
and immediately took her rage out on me, because she'd have to keep the
anxious and grumpy visiting executives busy with small-talk until I
arrived.  When I finally did show up and ran to my cubicle I reached for
the presentation I'd been working on for months, but it wasn't where I
put it the night before.  In fact, the entire contents of my working
basket was gone.  There was only one explanation:  the cleaning crew
must have dumped my stuff into the trash for the third time.

Okay ...  time for my backup plan!  Just before my computer finished
booting up I saw something that made my blood run cold, the infamous
Blue Screen of Death.  NO!  Not today!!!

It took fifteen minutes and lots of frantic calls to the I/T people,
only to find out that each time I tried to reboot my machine the
symptoms got worse.  By the time the last message came up I wanted to
throw up, "Error reading drive."  Everything that I'd worked on for
months was gone.  Not only was my hard drive trash, but the printed
version of my presentation was nowhere to be found.

I did my best song and dance routine and winged my presentation without
any charts, no complex arrays of detailed statistics, and nothing for
them to take with them when they left just before noon.  I didn't even
have a chance to go to the bathroom and puke before my bitch of a boss
called me into her office.

"Eugene ...  this stunt has cost us plenty!  It's also gonna weigh
heavily on your next performance evaluation, which we were going to be
talking about next week anyway.  You're usually a very reliable and
valued employee here, but your ineptitude today is going to sit badly
with the very executives who you were trying to get funding from just to
keep our department alive.  It might be wise if you polished up your
resume, because you're the first one that's gonna go if they cut our
budget again this year."

Great!  And my resume *was* on my computer too.

The only thing for me to do was quit while I was behind.  Feeling like
I'd let the whole world down I went back to my cubical and tried like
Hell to reclaim anything from the worthless piece of shit I used to call
my office computer.  It was only a very well-meaning and helpful young
twerp in the next office over who was willing to help me try to get
anything back from my machine.

By the time he was finished I was able to get more than 80% of my data
off the machine, including my resume, but by that time it was 4:45 and
my boss had already left for the day.  The only thing to do was hand the
kid forty bucks, thank him repeatedly for his efforts, and then go home.

My head was on a swivel the whole way home, more cops on the highway
than I'd seen in months.  It was almost as if the guy who'd given me my
last winning speeding ticket called all of his buddies so they could
have a chance too.  The final straw was when I saw four lanes of brake
lights up ahead for about three miles.  I had just enough room to shift
one lane over and exit before everything came to a grinding halt.  If I
couldn't go home, at least I could stop and eat a burger.

A hundred people must have had the same brainstorm, because as soon as I
was able to climb the exit ramp onto the access road and turned into the
restaurant parking lot I saw more cars than I'd ever seen at that
particular greasy spoon.  Now I was *really* stuck, the highway stopped,
the access lanes clogged, and the fast-food eatery my only refuge.  To
add insult to injury I had to park all the way at the end of the last
row as far from the front entrance as I could.  With a huge four-wheel
drive truck in front of my car, a tall concrete wall to my right, and an
old battleship clunker to my left, I was worried I might come back to a
burned out hulk on concrete blocks.

I must have looked pretty pitiful standing in line, because I saw at
least six teen girls staring at me from their table across the lobby the
entire time I was waiting to order my burger, fries, and drink.  I felt
incredibly inept and clumsy, in spite of my former financial success and
years of dedicated service to my company.

By the time I was handed a plastic tray with my food the place was like
a circus.  The fact that the pimply-faced teenage cashier had screwed my
order up and gave me something that resembled somebody else's food was
the pinnacle of my accomplishments that day.  If there hadn't been so
many people around me I might have thrown myself to the floor and had a
good old fashioned tantrum, just like my girls used to do when they
didn't get what they wanted, which was more often than I cared to think.

The only place to eat was near the restaurant entrance, the sound of the
door banging as it closed sending a jolt of pain through my ears each
time someone walked in or out.  As much as I tried to ignore it, all I
could do was accept my luck and just eat what I'd been served.  The only
good news was the meal I'd been handed, two burgers that I didn't want
and onion rings which I didn't need worth more than what I'd ordered.

As the last of my food found its way beyond my lips and down into my
empty stomach I saw one of the very attractive teen girls get up from
her seat.  Their table was filled with living angels, and the one that I
saw rise to her feet walked in my general direction.  She was wearing
clothes that I'd repeatedly asked my girls to stay away from, because of
the way it made them look.  I knew every guy in the place and most
likely on the highway in both directions would love to see her up close,
her skirt short, her top cropped, and her high heels a bit too
suggestive of three words that I'd accidentally heard from one of the
younger guys where I'd worked.  "Come Fuck Me" was a crude description
that rattled around in my head uncomfortably.

I figured she was off to order a dessert or something and I actually
wanted to watch her walk away just so I could steal a brief view of her
round little butt.  I was shocked when she sat at my table across from
me and then whispered something that sounded like the first kind words
I'd heard all damned day.

"Hey!  You look like you're having a tough day."

Only the truth would do, and I didn't even have to think about how I'd
respond to my nameless but incredibly cute little visitor.

"You have no idea, Honey."

"My name's Prissy.  What's yours?"

"Eu ...  Gene!  Gene Tompkins"

"Hi, Gene.  Nice to meet you."

Her hand extended in my direction seemed friendly enough, but something
was telling me she was selling cookies or something.  Nobody would be
that polite nor as eager to talk to a stranger unless they had a product
to sell or money to collect.  Rather than act rudely I extended my right
hand and gently claimed hers.  It had been a while since I'd felt quite
like I did at that moment, the warmth of her hand, and the softness of
her short digits stealing my intelligence for a few seconds and
replacing my normally calm brain with a sensation that could best be
described as teen lust.  Even when I was a teen I'd never felt quite as
uneasy as I did at that moment, but I cherished the short time our skin
maintained contact.

"Nice to meet you, Prissy.  What are you and your friends up to this
afternoon, besides munching on burgers and fries?"

"Just hanging around and stuff."

At that same instant she afforded me a fairly typical teen answer I saw
her friends make their way out of the restaurant lobby through a door
near their table as if they were about to play a very cruel trick on my
brazen visitor.  What the Hell was going on, and why was I being put in
that situation?

"Uh ...  your friends just ran out the back door!"

"What?"

She spun around, noticed all of her friends gone, and when she turned
back around to face me she genuinely looked scared.  It was apparent
that I wasn't the only one having a rather bizarre day.

Rather than make a big deal about what her coquettish friends had just
done I thought the best thing would be to just chat with her for a few
minutes and wait until her friends came back.  After all, they wouldn't
intentionally leave such an incredibly vulnerable little angel with a
man old enough to be her daddy, would they?

For the next couple of minutes we tried our best to have a meaningful
conversation, but what does a forty six year old man talk to a teen girl
about, especially when she looks more enticing than I was supposed to
notice?  We didn't know each other, I lived on the opposite side of
town, and only had the least awareness of anything associated with what
my daughters would say to a perfect stranger.  The fact that I might be
having lewd and unsavory thoughts about the child was unsettling, but
any perception of impropriety was a far-fetched fantasy.  All she was
doing was talking to me, and despite the kind of day I'd had I could
accept a measure of gentleness and polite banter, couldn't I?

We fumbled and rambled aimlessly for a while until she leaned forward
slightly and said something that made my heart stop.

"Would you give me a ride some place, please?"

"Sweetie ...  you don't know me, and you shouldn't be asking for rides
from complete strangers."

"Oh, puh-leeeease!  You sound like my Daddy."

"Prissy ...  I'm a daddy too, and I wouldn't want one of my daughters to
just climb into a car with just anybody.  There are lots of unsavory
guys all over the place, and you could get hurt if you ask one of those
guys for a ride."

"But you don't look mean or anything.  I asked you 'cause my friends
took off, and I think I can trust you.  If you don't help me, then I'm
gonna have to ask some other guy, since my folks are out of town, and I
was supposed to spend the night at my BFF's house."

That much I understood.  It looked like her BFF was playing a very cruel
game on Prissy, and I was the most likely candidate to help a damsel in
distress, even if that damsel looked more like a vixen than a baby.

She eventually played the 'tear card' and I cratered.  Of all the things
that my daughters knew would work it was puddles of salt spray in pretty
little sparkling eyes.  I honestly believe women know about that before
they're born.

"Alright, alright!  I'll take you home."

"But ...  I told you, my folks aren't home, and I'm mad at my BFF 'cause
she just dumped me in this dumb fast food place."

"Then ...  where am I supposed to take you, Prissy?"

"I don't care ...  just somewhere until I'm not so mad at her.  Can we
just ride around a little bit until they get all freaked out?  You can
take me home if you want, at least until I can call her after she's all
super scared you kidnapped me and stuff."

The idea that she'd be willing to play that kind of dangerous game was
genuinely horrifying, but in my care she'd be okay.  Of all the things
that had happened so far on that weird Friday, helping a teen girl out
was probably the most rewarding anyway.  I policed my table, dumped the
trash, took the plastic tray to the receptacle near the door, and then
opened the dirty portal for her to walk through first.

As I'd done with my wife for years I walked around to the passenger side
of my car and helped Prissy in first, the tight squeeze between my car
and the wall making it hard for Prissy to climb in.  She must have
thought I was doing it to make her feel special, because she smiled,
blushed, and giggled.  The moment she swung her legs into the car I
caught sight of something that I hadn't seen since I accidentally walked
by my youngest daughter's bedroom late one evening, a bright pink pair
of panties nestled deep between full young thighs that I had no business
noticing.

I tried not to stare, but I just couldn't rip my eyes away from her
legs, even after she was seated and buckled in.  I had to walk very
carefully around the back of the car so she wouldn't see me rearrange my
slacks.

After I was inside, buckled, and started the car I did my best to keep
my eyes through the windshield.  My guest rider played her part well,
because just before I put the car in gear she started to softly cry.  I
played my part well, too, and immediately turned toward her and extended
my right hand as a means of consolation.  Rather than keep her place and
accept my actions as sympathetic in nature, she unbuckled her seat belt
and lunged at me, engulfing me in her snug embrace.

Her sobs sounded genuine enough, so I wrapped my arms around her, held
her tight to my ribs along my right side, and tried my best to comfort
her.  The feel of her long straight dirty-blond hair, the softness of
her bare skin along her back below her top, and the way she repeatedly
gripped my body ripped more of my decency away like the latest TV's at a
clearance sale before the holidays.

"It's okay, Baby!  Don't cry, Angel.  Daddy's right here."

The words spilled out of my mouth as if I was trying to ease an unknown
pain from one of my two girls.  In spite of the rather familiar and
intimate expressions Prissy didn't seem offended.  In fact, what I'd
offered and the manner in which I shared it seemed to calm her down.
She kept slowly stroking my back over and over again, and I mimicked her
moves nearly at the same pace.  The big difference were the thoughts
pouring through my head and stirring my cock to a kind of firmness that
I hadn't enjoyed for quite some time.  I couldn't consider something
that crude with a little girl slightly younger than my two demons, so I
gently patted her back three times, put both of my hands on her arms
near her shoulders, and then whispered the most intelligent thing my
brain could muster.

"I think we better get going, Angel.  Your friends are probably going to
be worried about you if I don't get you home."

A timid nod into my neck felt strangely comforting as if every crude
thought in my head and despicable desire in my loins were ripped away.

She was about to shift to the far right side of my wide bench seat, but
stopped, turned her head to look into my eyes, and then whispered.

"Can I sit next to you so I'm not so scared, Gene ... please?"

Sure, I could have insisted she call me by my last name, but something
about our brief relationship seemed special enough for her to be allowed
a more intimate means of identifying me.

"Okay, Angel.  Just be sure to buckle yourself in properly.  I don't
normally use the middle seat."

"Kay."

She twisted back and forth a few times trying to locate both ends of the
loose seat belt, but once she wasn't able to finish, she claimed defeat.

"Gene ... could you help me, please?"

"Sure."

I'd done my best to keep my eyes away from the sumptuous beauty of her
bare legs as they extended below her incredibly short skirt, but while
tending to her safety restraint I couldn't stop staring at her.

Her thighs weren't skinny or coltish, but full and toned, as if she was
taking dance classes.  I recognized the definition of her lower limbs
from the many young prima ballerinas-in-the-making at my girls' dance
classes.  Strange, but I never stared at any of those other girls like I
wanted to with Prissy.

It might have taken a bit longer than normal for me to fasten her seat
belt while she sat next to me, but thankfully I didn't attempt anything
that could have been misconstrued as lewd or immoral.  Besides, if she
didn't want guys ... a middle age man to stare so wantonly at her, she
wouldn't be in public sporting a miniskirt that was short enough to be
called a material sample at a fabric plant, or a top that was cropped
enough for me and everyone else to see the slightly pudgy smoothness of
her tender belly.

Yeah, I wanted to do more, but each time I thought about it I remembered
my girls.  They weren't nearly as young as Prissy was any more, but then
a father will always remember his daughters as little girls, no matter
how old they get to be.

The street I needed to get across from the fast food joint was packed!
In my desire to get something to eat I hadn't considered how easy or
hard it would be to return to the highway.  The traffic light at the
corner to my left and the one I'd need to make my way through was still
red, and the folks in those lanes seemed unlikely to let me gain access
anyway.  The best and most expedient alternative was to turn right, find
a way to make a u-turn, and then try to make my way home.

That's when I noticed the fuel gage on my dash, the "E" symbol glowing
certain notification that my car was in need of some gasoline.  At least
I didn't run out of gas on the highway.

Along with gas goes my usual purchase of another one dollar lottery
ticket for the next drawing, which just happened to be that night.  To
make my guest feel a bit better I also purchased what I'd come to know
as the driving motivation for their happiness and an alternate food
group, an ice cold bottle of 'Dew' included with my less caffeinated
version of liquid refreshment.  The moment she saw the classic green
plastic bottle and recognized the label her face lit up and she smiled.
It was nice to see the change in her demeanor.

Apparently I'd taken long enough for the traffic to die down just enough
for me to make my way to, through, and far enough away from the traffic
signal to see the on-ramp to the freeway.  Driving much faster than
normal I was surprised to see all the other people around me eager to
prove that speeding tickets weren't on their minds.  Rather than push my
luck I maintained the posted speed and kept to the right lane.

My mind was so focused on driving that I wasn't immediately aware of
Prissy leaning into me, her head tilted onto my shoulder, and her left
cheek pressed against me hard enough for me not to ignore any longer.

"Prissy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"I kinda forgot to ask, but ... shouldn't I take you to your friend's
house now?  You're not mad at her anymore, are you?"

"Yeah."

Since I didn't know which question she'd answered I needed to try again,
the second time with a bit more focus.

"You're not really mad at her, are you, Angel?"

"I wish they didn't leave me like that.  Please take me with you, Gene."

"But, Sweetie ... I live all the way across town, and it wouldn't be
right for me to invite you to my house without your folks ... without
anyone knowing where you were."

"Come on, Gene!  I trust you, okay?"

To further convince me that I was acting foolishly she tucked both her
hands around my upper arm about six inches from her chin.  Her grip was
so snug and the way she was pulling against my limb so intense I began
to mistakenly believe she was anxious for a hug, so I let go of the
steering wheel, lifted my right arm into the air, and then tucked my
hand around her to the right.  She must have felt comfortable with my
move, because she tucked her hands tight to her chest, turned a little
to her left, and snuggled into my chest with a classic facial wiggle
that felt like she was adjusting her position to the most comfortable
one.

Instead of feeling horribly perverse or provocative holding that lovely
teen tight to my body felt incredibly satisfying as if I was holding
one of my girls just before she was off to bed when she was ten.  In a
move that was more automatic than desire I began to squeeze her tight to
my chest and then caressed her outside shoulder in long slow movements.
Again she responded just like a little girl might who was eager to be
protected and consoled about some troubling aspect of her day, another
snuggle into my chest and a little whimper from her throat precious.

Before I realized where we were the garage door was going down behind us
and her right hand was lightly caressing the left side of my chest.  Her
movements might have been perceived as reckless, except for the absence
of any direction or specific location of her touches.  It was such a
special sensation for us to be that close I instinctively leaned my face
down and planted a couple of gentle kisses on her forehead.  I could see
her right cheek puff up as if she smiled and instantly gave her another
snug squeeze.  The sensation of my bladder needing to be emptied forced
me to reconsider just sitting on the front seat of my car too much
longer.

"I need to go inside, Sweetie.  Are you sure you wanna "

"It's okay, Gene.  I don't wanna go see my BFF right now.  Please let me
stay with you for just a little while, okay?"

With another paternal kiss on her forehead to confirm that her safety
was assured I shifted her slightly away from my body, lifted my right
arm over her head, and then undid my seat belt.  Her hands near her chin
and elbows held in an outward orientation told me that she expected me
to undo hers as well.

My place wasn't anything special, but just about the only thing I could
thank my 'ex' for was learning to be neat and maintaining some semblance
of order.  While Prissy was left in the kitchen to survey my fridge for
any goodies I was off to the head.  When I returned she was sitting on
the couch looking very timid and nervous.  As soon as she saw me she
rose and then gave me a look I recognized, so I stopped, raised my right
arm to horizontal, and pointed toward the bathroom.

"First door to your right."

She blushed, cupped her small right hand against her mouth, and giggled.

Having eaten and taken care of my needs, the only other thing to do with
a young guest was to sit on the couch next to the spot she'd just
vacated and wait for her to return.  That's when I saw the presentation
I'd been working on for months, including all the supporting backup data
and handouts.  I felt like an idiot.  I might be an unemployed idiot if
I couldn't convince my boss and the other executives for another chance
to make my more complete presentation.

The sound of the commode running was a counter-point to my most recent
discovery, my life and possibly my continued employment going down the
drain in one quick flush.

The moment she was walking toward me I saw her in a whole new light, her
appearance the same, but my perception of her far different.  The little
girl who'd foolishly been left with a stranger at a restaurant across
town looked relaxed, poised, and confident.  Prissy taking a seat to my
right and then leaning into me illustrated an unusual fearlessness for a
child her age, as if she was about to do something.  I needn't have
worried, because all she wanted was for me to lift my arm and hug her
once again.

We sat there for a little while without saying a word, my thoughts split
between how wonderful it felt to be a father again, even temporarily,
and the welcome feel of a woman in my grasp, her body incredibly warm,
soft, and inviting.  It had been a while since I'd enjoyed my wife's
body, not because I'd lost interest, but because she'd openly told me
that sex wasn't on her list of requirements.  That alone was provocation
for me to revel in the silken texture of Prissy's bare right arm and the
way she held me so intimately.

Acting solely as a confident and loving daddy I began to apply little
kisses to Prissy's forehead every once in a while, the smell of her hair
very similar to the floral fragrance of my girls'.  Purely out of
instinct I wrapped my left arm around my young visitor and held her to
me in a tender gesture of support, her further shift to the left and her
left knee cocked up and over my right leg ample indication that she
needed to sit on her daddy's lap.

Again, with no desire other than compassion and tenderness I reached
around her body with my right, tucked my left hand under her knees, and
then hoisted her onto my thighs.  In the process of shifting her over my
lap and pulling her to my body the back of her skirt was tugged all the
way out from under her butt and the bottom hem along the front was
shortened considerably.  But I wasn't aware of that immediately, because
my eyes were nearly closed, and I was focused more on her contentment
rather than any puerile desire in my mature body.

With each tick of the clock on the wall both of us fell into a state of
ease two strangers weren't entitled to, the repeated movements of her
cheek against my chest and the way she snuggled her nose and mouth up
against the front of my neck or under my chin melted away any fears we
might have had when we first arrived.  Rather than appear foolhardy, our
temporary and perfectly decent union was akin to a child seeking out the
consolation from a trusted adult.

The infrequent kisses I'd placed across the top of her forehead and the
caresses I'd offered around her shoulder eventually both shifted into an
almost constant stream of loving touches, evidence of a much stronger
bond between us, or something growing within me that hadn't been
considered before.  Her awareness of my masculinity was proved when she
timed the application of my kisses to coincide with the movement of her
head as she began to tilt it back, the labial embraces applied to her
head along her hairline going lower until I was tenderly giving her
little pecks across her eyes, her cheeks, and a few times to the end of
her button nose.

The instant I saw her eyes fly open I stopped, her gaze piercing my
soul, and a look of wanton lust in her stare.  We sat there for the
longest time just looking into each others' eyes, the bright sparkle to
her blue and green irises and the way they were dilated hinted at an
awareness that I'd seen only when my partner was in love.  That hadn't
happened for many years, so it had to have been something else.

I was wrong.

Once she'd determined enough time had passed, or I'd exercised a measure
of patience that a younger lad might have overlooked, she began to sit
up slightly and bring her lips closer to mine.  I was frozen in time, my
mind aware of what was happening, but my body unable to move for fear
the moment would be lost all too quickly.

The instant our lips touched I could feel the Earth move.

Rather than slobber all over me as I'd imagined my girls had to contend
with by their first boyfriends' kiss, Prissy kept her lips together and
the pressure against my mouth soft, as if she was waiting for me to
accept her invitation and teach her what I knew about labial expressions
of love.

As I'd done since I learned how to kiss, my eyes drew closed and I did
my best to enjoy the moment, the slight pressure of her lips against
mine more than just touching.  It felt as if we'd connected on a higher
level, a bond that was unique, extraordinary, and respectable.  That
idea quickly passed when I realized what the tips of my fingers were
doing under the bottom hem of her crop top.  I'd felt the snug grip of a
woman's underthings hundreds of times, even my daughters', because of my
repeated requirements to learn how to wash clothes.  But the single
narrow strap of Prissy's bra under her right arm was tiny by comparison
to my ex-wife's and akin to the training bras that my daughters first
acquired when they first began to develop.

I tilted my head back slightly and slowly so I didn't offend my young
partner, her mouth following mine as I attempted to break our kiss.  It
appeared she was more interested in learning than I'd imagined, her
right arm lifted to my left shoulder and pulling me close.  I could have
let her control the moment, but the national laws concerning sexual
contact of *any* kind with a child forced me to reconsider how my luck
had been running that day and what my face would have looked like with a
series of white numbers prominently displayed in a straight line under
my chin.

My hands were shifted to her shoulders and with a bit more force than
I'd imagined necessary I was eventually able to push her away far enough
that we were able to look into each others' eyes again.  Her stare into
my gaze was far different than it was moments before our lips met, a
look of confusion, doubt, and fear prominently displayed.  The first two
words that left her mouth confirmed that she had no idea of the kind of
trouble I could be in.

"What's wrong?"

I cupped her left cheek with my right hand, and caressed her hair along
the right side of her face while I looked into her beautiful eyes while
I attempted a smile.

"We shouldn't be doing that, Angel.  You're probably not old enough for
a man my age to ... you're ... how old are you, Sweetie?"

"Sixteen ... but I'll be seventeen in three months!"

She sounded as if that made a lot of difference.  It wouldn't to the
police, the district attorney, the state prosecutor, or the judge.  It
certainly wouldn't be to my 'ex' or my daughters.

"We could ... *I* could get into a lot of trouble for kissing you,
Angel.  I know you don't want to hear that, but I have to consider what
would happen if anyone found out I'd kissed you, whether you wanted me
to or not."

The instant I finished speaking I saw her eyes puddle with tears and the
outside edges of her lips drop.  Her first tear spilled over the edge of
her lower eyelid and fell down her right cheek in a long straight line
that left a glistening trail, as if it needed some way of finding its
way back to where it started.  In an act of pure innocence I shifted my
left hand to the right side of her jaw and softly wiped her tear away
with one sweep of my left thumb.  It didn't do any good, because less
that a fraction of a second later a second and then a third one repeated
the first one's journey and met a similar fate.

I could see it all over her face, a look of hunger, excitement, and
unbound immature lust that needed an outlet with a kind, gentle, and
considerate man.  She'd know soon enough what boys or young men could
offer, but for some strange as yet unexplained reason she'd apparently
chosen me for a better understanding of love and physical affection.

Rather than fall prey to what I knew would be a wonderful first-time
experience for her I pulled her face to my chest, lifted my chin
slightly, and just hugged her while she softly cried into my shirt.  I
might not have known the real reason for her subdued lamentations, but
didn't have to think hard about what they could have been.  Only the
trusting and reassuring words a growing young woman might need from a
father would help to allay her confusion.

"Don't be too anxious to learn about love and ... and sex, Prissy.
There are lots of guys who'd eagerly take what you're offering, but I
can't jeopardize my future or your safety by teaching you what I think
you want to learn.  You need to wait just a little bit longer and let a
younger guy or a boy your own age help you understand what you need to
know or want to become proficient in."

The words didn't seem to have an immediate effect, so I continued.

"I'm incredibly honored that you'd want to kiss me, Sweetie, and even
more humbled that you'd trust me enough to share some very tender and
special moments with you in the protection of my home.  But I'm not
supposed to do stuff like this, Angel, and you're probably just a little
confused about what's tumbling around in that pretty head of yours.  It
might be best if we got up and I took you home ... or someplace where
you'd be safe.  Come on, Prissy ... let's go get in my car."

I tried to lean her back slightly so I could help her off my lap, but
her grip around my body was far too tight for me to accomplish my goal.
In spite of the carefully chosen paternal suggestions she seemed to need
more than thoughtful consideration and decency.

"Noooo, Gene!  Please don't make me go!  I need ... I want to stay with
you longer, okay?"

"But Angel ... you don't understand just how dangerous being with me
could be.  I'm a man ... a man with the same sort of needs that young
boys your age have.  The biggest difference, though, is what would
happen to me if we tried anything.  A sixteen or seventeen year old boy
is permitted to teach you what you need to know, but you're not supposed
to learn those things from a man old enough to be your daddy.  Guys who
do stuff like that are frequently locked up for a long time, and in
spite of how special it would be to spend some time with you in a very
romantic setting, I don't want to risk your safety or my freedom."

She didn't say anything right away, but her cries slowed until all she
did was sniff occasionally.  When she began to speak I almost couldn't
hear her.

"I never told anyone this before, but ... "

"It's okay, Prissy.  I'll keep it our secret."

She waited a few moments and after she'd gained enough courage spoke.

"I got this uncle "

Okay, so I've got an uncle too, lots of them, and aunts to boot.  I
could have interrupted her train of thought, but patiently waited.

"When I was a little girl I thought he was the best playmate in the
whole world and I just loved to be with him all the time.  He'd tickle
me and play games with me and he'd even play dolls and pretend tea party
in my bedroom any time he came over.  He was so good to me that I
thought he was my own hero.  I even told him and my parents that I was
gonna marry him some day.  He always blushed and smiled when I said
that, so I figured he liked the idea too."

It sounded as if the guy was a genuinely affectionate man and loved the
little girl as much as I loved my two.

"But something happened one day after my seventh birthday party that was
really new and different about him.  That was the day I understood the
way he'd always rubbed my back, or my tummy, and ... my chest, and all
those times he would cup and softly touch my butt.  It wasn't just his
way of making me feel good, but was something that was meant to make him
feel all excited and stuff."

In an instant any image I had of her uncle being the kind, affectionate,
and gentle man was ripped from my mind and replaced with the perception
that he was a pedophile grooming his niece for his own dastardly needs.
I could have beat the man to a pulp on the spot, but I waited to hear
anything Prissy needed to tell me.

"He'd always helped me go potty and change my clothes and would even
take a nap with me if he had enough time to babysit me when my folks
needed to go somewhere.  I didn't know it back then, but guys aren't
supposed to help little girls go to sleep by pushing their hands into
the girl's panties and rub them for a long time until she goes to sleep.
That's what he did almost every time he wanted to help me relax or if he
wanted to make me giggle or smile.  But on my seventh birthday after he
helped me take my party dress off while my folks were visiting with all
our relatives he started to kiss me between my legs.  It felt so tingly
and nice that I didn't say anything or stop him.  I even let him lay me
down on my bed so he could do it a lot more, and for the longest time I
thought it was just something that special people did together when they
were alone."

I could almost picture the deed in my mind, my own girls comforted with
my hands as they grew, except for where my appendages ventured.  Their
backs, legs, and chests were indeed softly caressed until my daughters
would relax and fall asleep, but I'd never ventured inside their diapers
or underpants unless I had a specific requirement to clean them up or
apply the necessary salves to keep them healthy.

"Each time he came over after that he'd always be really lovey and find
a way for us to be alone so he could pull my panties down and give me
all those nice tingles for like hours.  It got to where he didn't want
to color or play games or dolls or nothing.  All he wanted to do was
take me someplace quiet like the attic or to my older brother's big tree
house so he could undress me and lick me over and over again.  It felt
so good that I never once told him no.  I figured all he was doing was
helping me to feel good, just in a different way."

Instead of adding unnecessary judgment or commentary I let her continue.

"He kept kissing and licking my pussy for years until I started to grow
up and get little mosquito-bite titties around ten years old.  That's
when he asked me to start touching him too.  Since we were in love and I
always trusted him I did as he asked and touched his dick a little more
until he showed me how to make him feel really good.  Since he'd made
*me* feel super good and tingly from the time I was seven I figured it
was only fair that I do the same thing for him, so I did.  I'd never
seen anything come out of a guys dick except for pee, but that day I
knew how babies were really made after he squirted his white stuff all
over my tummy and titties and ... any my pussy."

As strange as it might have seemed I actually felt myself getting hard.

"Each time he'd come over after that he'd kiss and lick my pussy until I
felt really good, and then I'd rub and play with and stroke his dick
until he'd squirt his goo onto my body.  He even showed me what my pussy
would look like with his stuff all over my slit close to where my little
hole was.  He even helped me feel a whole lot better than before by him
rubbing his dick between my pussy lips and up against my bump that he
always loved to lick and rub.  After that he asked me to rub the end of
his dick between my pussy lips instead of just stroke him, and the new
feelings were even better for him, so I did it even more.  Pretty soon
he was rubbing me like that almost all the time and even squirting his
white sticky stuff up against my vaginal opening.  When he began to push
in a little bit when he was about to shoot I felt like a grown up woman,
because I knew that's how lovers did it when they wanted to make a baby.
We were doing it so much that I lost track of what I was letting him do
with me and acted like I was his little girlfriend or lover."

The guilt running through her head must have been incredible, her loving
uncle twisting genuine affection and loving touches into lurid sex and
pedophilia.

"Just after my twelfth birthday he took me camping for a few days, just
me and him, and I knew we'd be all alone to do our special play stuff.
After he got our tent set up and we ate dinner we got inside his tent
and took all our clothes off.  Nobody was around for like a million
miles, so I didn't feel scared or nothin'.  Just like all the times
before, he licked me until I had what I found out were orgasms, just
like all the ones that he'd given me for a long time, but I didn't know
what those feelings were until that day.  After he gave me like these
super big cums for forever and I was all super relaxed and tingly he
told me he loved me and seemed to want to make me feel all comfortable.
I was until he wanted to make himself feel good and kept pushing a lot
harder into my pussy than ever before with his dick and made it hurt
like super bad.  He told me it was time for me to be a real woman and
that my hymen needed to be broken.  I'd promised him my virginity a long
time before, but I didn't really know what it was at the time and just
figured it was something that needed to be done."

I could almost see the scene of the tent filled with his need, a little
of her pain, and then a weekend of first-time explorations.

"Well ... he tried, except he wasn't nearly as gentle and loving as he
was before.  After I started to feel enough pain to almost make me pass
out I couldn't do it anymore and made him stop.  He was like all super
scared after that and kept telling me he was sorry and for me not to
tell anyone, and I haven't told nobody ... except you."

The fact that she was able to get him to discontinue his desire to rape
the little girl made me feel a little better.  But then I was confused.
If she'd understood her uncle's deeds as painful, why was she trying so
hard to get me worked up to a frothing lather?  Rather than ask too many
impertinent or inappropriate questions I'd learned from my wife that
guys aren't supposed to participate in the discussion, but just sit
there and be a silent sounding board.

I was wrong, again.

"Gene?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"What for, Angel?"

"For telling you that stuff."

"No, Sweetie, I'm not mad ... but I am just a little confused."

"About what?"

"Why you'd want to kiss me for starters.  You know if I kept kissing you
that I might want to try the same thing that your uncle did, don't you?"

Her silence spoke louder than words.

"Prissy, look.  Guys are very predictable animals.  If they have a
chance to be alone with a beautiful woman, of any age, most of them are
gonna do stuff that involves sex.  Your being in my house could lead to
the same sort of thing, if it weren't for my awareness of the kind of
trouble I'd get into.  You're an incredibly beautiful young woman and
far more tempting than you realize."

Her head snapped up, she looked me in the eyes with a squint, and her
expression changed immediately.

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes I do, Angel ... far more beautiful than you may realize.  That's
what's making this so hard on me ... that and the fact that I've been
thinking about my own little girls in just this sort of situation."

"Are your daughters my age too?"

"No, they aren't.  One is twenty and the other eighteen."

"Are they pretty?"

"Yeah, but then I'm their Dad, and fathers are usually pretty biased
about that sort of thing."

"Well ... not like their daddy or anything, do you think they'd be
pretty to other guys, like I am to you?"

"Maybe a little, but you've got a kind of stunning magnificence that
makes them pale by comparison.  Please understand that I don't want you
to use that information to your unfair advantage, but you've got to know
how to control what guys think of you, especially when you dress so sexy
and ... sorry."

"NO!  Don't be sorry!  I like it when you say things like that."

"But you shouldn't, Prissy, because if I'm able to recognize just how
incredibly attractive you are, then lots of other boys, young guys, and
older men will look at you with a far less considerate eye.  If you let
them think of you like that, then they'll assume you're eager to know
and experience the kinds of things that adult women do.  Being beautiful
can be a bad thing, especially if you're not experienced or confident
enough to protect yourself if they try to ... "

She blushed and must have realized what I was going to say.

"Look, Sugar.  When you're a little bit older you can journey down that
dangerous road called life, love, and yes, even sex.  But until then you
need to hide a little bit longer behind that tender facade of innocence
that only little girls have.  It's such a precious commodity that you
should treasure it like gold and diamonds.  Far too soon your innocence
will be gone, never to be retrieved.  Once you're tainted by knowledge,
like Eve was in the Garden of Eden, it can't be gotten back.  Knowing
that, don't you think maybe you should let me take you home or to your
BFF's house?"

She grinned at my use of that rather modern acronym, but didn't nod.
Instead she tucked her face tightly against my chest again, gave me
another snug embrace, and sighed.  The next words out of her mouth were
the most frightening I could have ever heard.

"Can I stay with you for a little while longer, Gene?  You make me feel
so special that I don't want this to ever end."

"But it must end, Prissy, because you don't belong to me, and you're not
old enough to spend quiet time with a man yet.  If you were older, then
I might drop my guard and treat you like the woman I desperately need."

She perceived a chink in my armor and honed in onto it.

"Have you been alone for a long time?"

"Well, not really alone, but without the comforts of a woman's body."

As bizarre as it seemed I'd just told a child that I was in need of a
good fuck, whether she got the hint or not.

"Do you wanna be with a woman, even if she's just my age?"

"Yes I do, Precious, but I can't let my hormones rule my life.  I might
want to kiss you and hold you tight to my body, but I'll most likely
fall under your spell and do more than just press my lips to yours."

"If we only did that a little bit, would you feel a lot better?"

She'd done her work well, even in the short time we'd been together.  As
any woman might she knew how to manipulate me and the situation until
she might get what she was after.

"Oh, Prissy."

"Just a little bit, Gene, I promise."

The way she stared into my eyes she disarmed me completely.  My sword
was dropped, my shield relinquished, and my armor discarded like so many
empty beer cans after a frat party.

While staring deeply into her gaze I slowly leaned forward and brought
my lips into contact with hers.  She might have wanted to show me all
that she knew about kissing, but she remained reserved and kept her lips
pressed lightly to mine.  Everything that I'd wanted to suppress and
keep locked deep inside my body and mind was slowly coming free, my lips
transformed into a form of pleasure for her that seemed to amplify her
need as much as mine.

What was once just two pairs of closed lips lightly pressed together
slowly evolved into mine taking little nibbles of hers, and then a
careful swipe of my tongue across her bee-stung lips.  Her giggle was
all the proof I needed to remember her age, but her arms wrapped around
my neck and keeping me in place for a second attempt betrayed whatever
innocence she might have had.

For some magical period of time I began to teach her how to kiss, her
soft lips claimed briefly, sucked on, licked, and then claimed again.
With each small lesson she began to take on a natural awareness that all
girls eventually do, each of my lab experiments reproduced with unerring
accuracy and style.  Pretty soon she wasn't just a student anymore, but
a young woman who enjoyed sharing our illegal and immoral union.

The first time she extended her tongue between her lips and licked my
teeth I closed my mouth around her pink pickle and sucked.  She might
have been surprised, but she didn't seem scared.  Having claimed her
pink appendage was my first truly wicked deed, sucking on it and
silently begging her to let me have more was my most feared.

We kissed in such an uninhibited manner that we were soon entangled in a
full body hug, her arms around my neck holding me in place, my arms
around her slender body and pulling her in, her knees alongside my ribs,
her feet pressed to the couch against the sides of my hips, and her
pantied pussy resting directly over the hardness that I'd so wished
would remain unknown to a mere baby.

It was only after I felt a kind of erotic warmth envelope my dick that I
broke our kiss and pushed her away slightly.  That's when I realized she
was sitting on my lap facing me, her ass as far torward me as it could
be on my thighs, but more importantly her hidden assets no more than a
few scant layers away from my throbbing cock.  The sensation that had
broken the haze of lust and our truly enjoyable kiss was the feeling of
wetness she'd imparted to me, the once warm liquid of her arousal from
the depths of her virginity now shared with me and slowly cooling into
my slacks, underwear, and around the extents of my turgid penis.

We stared at each other with her mouth no more than a half inch from
mine and our lips so close she gave me little pecks even as she was
looking right into my eyes.  I should have thrown her off my lap and
done the smart thing, but intelligence had nothing to do with her
proximity, or the feeling of contentedness that pervaded my whole being.
In juxtaposition to what was decent and moral I just sat there and
stared into her gaze, the piercing intensity of her sexy eyes tearing at
every measure of my once determined resistance.

The cooling effect on my young and randy visitor must have finally
become noticeable, a deep crimson hue completely covering her face and
extending down toward her crop top.  Her giggle and the way she tucked
her head down slightly proved just how naive she was, a little girl
stumbling through the briers of sexuality with a man who was mature
enough to show her what she needed to know, but fully aware of the
consequences of his actions.

To push her just a little I forced a smile and whispered into her mouth.

"You got me wet, young lady.  I think you're being naughty, aren't you?"

"Are you mad, Gene?"

"Not at all, Baby.  I've never felt so happy in my adult life."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  For the first time since I was a clumsy and inept teenager I've
shared something with a beautiful young woman that means more than I
could ever tell you."

"Wow!  You mean ... my having a little cum just now didn't freak you
out like a lot?"

"No, Baby, I'm not freaked out or nothin'.  I think it was the most
lovely way for you to tell me you liked the way we kissed."

"Mmmmmm!  Yeah, I really did like the way you were kissing me ... like
I was your girlfriend for real.  I just ... "

"Tell me, Baby."

To talk to a child like that and in the tone I uttered was evidence of
my decency and resistance falling completely away.

She looked down for a second, blushed again, looked back up into my
eyes, and then whispered with her lips so close she was touching mine.

"I wish we could just stay right here for like forever and just kiss
over and over again."

Rather than respond verbally I leaned that scant distance into her mouth
and tenderly repeated what we'd done before.  The moment she tilted her
head to her right and whimpered into my mouth I knew she was having a
really good time kissing me back.

My hands kept caressing her back from the nape of her neck to the
waistband of her miniskirt, the silken softness of her back between her
skirt and her top feeding me whole galaxies full of energy.  She seemed
to like the way I touched her, the grip she had around my neck
wonderfully snug, and the force of her pantied pud against my hips
increasing until she began to rhythmically undulate her pussy into me.

Any perception of her wetting me before was lost, the sound of her
virginal dew taking on the perception of slurps, snaps, squishes, and
pops.  The aural symphony of her excitement was further amplified by her
whimpers and moans, the pitch of her suppressed vocalizations an obvious
indication of her age and possibly even her slight fear.  But I had no
other place to be and no better person to share it with than a sixteen
year old young woman who needed to share some special time in the safe
confines of my house with me.  She might not feel that way if she kept
pushing each of my formerly hidden buttons so effectively, but for the
moment I let her enjoy a fairly limited set of erotic pleasures.

From some other place in the universe and with no warning whatsoever I
felt her undulations and thrusts ramp up to a furious pace, her lips
pulled away from mine so she could open her mouth, tilt her head back,
and take in huge gulps of air as she moaned erotically.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!"

She was close to what I knew would be a truly wonderful orgasm, so
rather than steal it from her I lowered my hands to her butt, gripped
her a bit more snugly, pulled her into my hips, and let her do all the
work.  She leaned back with her small hands around my neck, her short
digits mostly likely intertwined, extended her arms fully, and began to
jerk and stutter when the fullness of her cum overtook her.

For the next few glorious moments I held a sixteen year old nymphet's
pantied pud tight to my body and watched as she celebrated in one
supremely sweet orgasm.  The moment she was at the peak of her climax
she squeaked, her body went rigid, and she then began to gyrate into my
hips in a series of uncontrolled convulsions that looked absolutely
gorgeous.  It had been years since I'd witnessed such uninhibited glory,
a woman's body at the peak of her excitement causing her whole system to
go into overload.  But Prissy held nothing back and didn't fear the
truth about my taking pleasure in her delicate surrender, each of her
involuntary energetic propulsions stealing a bit more of her energy
until she was too exhausted to continue.

Once the fullness of her rapture had passed, her interlocked fingers
around my neck came apart, and she nearly fell backward to the floor.
But I had a firm grasp of her body around her ass and shifted one hand
just high enough to keep her vertical.  When her head flopped all the
way back I realized that she'd made herself faint.  Sweet glory!

It was imperative that I be sensitive to her needs, and it might have
been impolite to lift her off my lap and stare at her nearly transparent
panties when our bodies came apart, but after what she'd just enjoyed I
didn't imagine she'd have minded if I looked at her a little bit too.

Acting as the doting and vigilant father I carried the lifeless form of
such a precious guest to the hall bathroom so I could help her go pee
and then wash her up a little bit.  I could have done more by fondling
and even exploring her nearly bald charms without her knowledge, but I
still had a modicum of decency in my body, in spite of the raging
hardness of my cock tucked inside my slacks.  To finish my deed and tend
to her as any parent might, after she was finished, dabbed dry, and then
gently cleaned with a baby wipe, I tugged her panties completely down
her full thighs and let them come to rest on the floor, so I could carry
my fatigued partner back to my living room so she could recover on my
couch in a recumbent position.

Her panties were washed and rinsed in the bathroom sink, and using an
oft-tried technique in a pinch I used a hair drier to remove any
evidence of her having soaked them with her virginal arousal.  Pulling
them back into place up her legs was little more than a frequently done
deed for my own little girls when they were too tired to get dressed
after their bath.  But where they were my charges and responsibility,
Prissy was a careless and far too curious young lady unrelated to me in
any way.  I stared lasciviously at her naked sweetness for the longest
time, the fullness of her vulva inveigling me to kiss her in the same
pleasant manner that her uncle had from her seventh birthday until after
she was twelve.

But no!  Up to that point all I'd done was comfort, kiss, and then tend
to her needs like any decent adult might.  Touching her genitals with
any part of my body was tantamount to a death sentence in prison.

It was almost 7:00 PM when she began to stir next to me.  Rather than
assume some inappropriate posture or position, after I changed my
clothes into more relaxing attire, I chose to cover her with a light
comforter and position her so she was lying sideways with her head
resting on my right thigh.  As soon as she recognized where she was and
heard the TV softly droning ahead of us she reached over her head with
both arms and stretched like a cat.  What I hadn't anticipated was for
her to roll over onto her back and then shift herself backward until she
was again sitting over my thighs.  I could have prevented her from being
that close or sitting on my lap, but I'd lost any desire to kick her out
of my house by that time.

"You feel okay, Baby?"

"Mmmmmm!  I feel so relaxed and ... tingly, tee-hee."

"After you passed out I helped you go potty, cleaned you up, and then
dried your panties."

I don't know why I felt it necessary to tell her all that, because she
could have discerned everything I'd shared on her own.  It was as if I
felt obligated to inform her of my actions, as if my deeds might have
become suspect while she was unable to resist my advances.  The fact
that I chose to use the immature term 'potty' must have amused her,
because she tucked her face tight to my neck and giggled again.  What
she asked me made me blush, but thankfully not guilty.

"Did you touch or kiss or lick my pussy ... Daddy."

For her to use that one very intimate word in such a lewd manner forced
a whole cavalcade of emotions and desires to wash through me.  I'd been
called 'Daddy' thousands, possibly millions of times since my girls had
been born, but the lurid tone and wicked demeanor of my naughty guest
added a new awareness to how that word could be used and most likely had
been used all over the world, except with me.

With the sensation of a deep crimson blush all over my face and the heat
of that much blood making me feel as if I was about to burst into flames
I gave Prissy a slow squeeze that didn't stop until she whimpered.
Using a low tone to express a sense of familiarity I whispered into the
top of her head.

"You better be careful, Baby.  I may not be your naughty uncle, but I
could very easily be a naughty man."

She pulled back, sat up slightly, and then pressed her mouth tight to my
left ear, whispering thoughts straight into my brain that never should
have landed there.

"You've been such a nice and gentle man that I wouldn't be mad if you
got to touch and kiss and lick my pussy when I didn't know about it.
Did you do just a little bit of naughty stuff, Daddy?"

With her upper body stationed against the left side of my chest and her
head dipped down until she was again looking into my stare I couldn't
tell her anything but the truth.

"Oh, Baby ...  "

She caressed my right cheek tenderly with her left hand, her vibrant
stare breaking down the last of my defenses as I began to emulate her
gentle touch.  While looking right into her eyes and lovingly sweeping
my thumb across her left cheek I kissed her softly once, tilted my head
down so our foreheads touched, and then softly spilled out my soul.

"When I was pulling your panties back up your sexy legs I did look at
your lovely little ... pussy.  I know I shouldn't have, but I just
couldn't resist stealing a long hard stare at such delicate charms."

Prissy blushed and whispered back.

"Did you get to touch me a little bit, Daddy?"

"No, Baby.  I didn't feel right doing that.  I, uh ... I wanted to, but
you weren't awake to tell me no, so I resisted what I hungered for and
finished dressing you."

"I'm not asleep any more, Daddy.  Would you like to give me some kisses
on my pussy to help me feel better ... kinda like my naughty uncle did
before?"

The last bit of reluctance proudly did its best to stop me, and my brain
uttered one last attempt at decency.

"Oh, Prissy ... I shouldn't do that, Baby.  We've had a wonderful time
together and I haven't even touched you yet.  If I touch you now I'm
gonna get into tons of trouble.  I'm trying to resist what my body
wants, but I won't be able to keep resisting if you push me again."

Telling her that was like a warden handing the convicts the keys to the
prison, any evil deeds held captive in her young mind soon to be set
free to run amok, with me right there and helping her possibly ruin both
of our futures.  It was a defining moment in our lives ... my life.

"I promise I won't ever tell anyone, Daddy.  You've been so sweet and
haven't made me do anything naughty at all.  I feel really relaxed and
comfy being here with you.  I know you're not a bad man, Daddy, and I
want you to have a good time like me, okay?  Would you feel good if you
got to touch and kiss and lick my pussy as much as you wanted to?"

"Oh, Prissy."

She must have been able to see right through me, because she blushed,
smiled, and then wiggled her way off my lap.  The moment she was
standing on the floor between my knees with her hands on my shoulders
and her eyes locked onto mine I could almost predict what she was going
to ask of me.

"Pull my panties down, Daddy."

Through another man's eyes I watched as my hands reached up under her
short skirt and began to slip her underwear down her sexy thighs.  To
help just a little she lifted each knee one at a time and waited for me
to work the leg elastic of her tiny undergarment over her foot and shoe.
As her second foot came back to the floor I saw her grin at me in the
most wicked and 'knowing' manner, Prissy no longer a little girl, but a
true sexual being in her own right.

"Take my skirt off, Daddy."

She was able to command me so easily and completely that I obeyed her
orders as if I was a mindless automaton, my fingers claiming the slender
zipper along her back, undoing the clasp, and then holding the material
just long enough to have one last chance to resist.  Her skirt fell to
her feet in a silent hush of innocence lost, her almost glabrous beauty
no longer hidden by chastity and decency.

"Take my top off, Daddy."

Each time she used that special and now highly erotic title with me the
more I plummeted further into Hell.  I was no longer responsible for my
actions, my hormones and lust in total control.  As soon as her top was
silently lying next to her skirt she provided her last command.

"Undo my bra, Daddy.  I wanna be totally naked for you."

A few seconds later she was.

Dear sweet Aphrodite, Prissy looked like a nymphet goddess!

The only thing left on her body were her 'Come Fuck Me' shoes, but I
didn't want her to take them off.  I wanted her to look like the little
slut that her shoes hinted at, even if she was little more than a horny
little girl with a strong need to learn more than she should.

But it was the last of her orders that proved I'd be lost forever.

"Take me to your bed so I can lay down while you lick my pussy, Daddy."

The next thing I knew I was lying on my stomach, face first between her
strong thighs, and softly kissing, licking, and nibbling on her teen
pussy.  Any illusion of her last orgasm was quickly overtaken the moment
she gripped my ears, thrust her vulva hard up into my mouth, and then
let out a soft scream that sent a wave of energy straight through my
spine.  It was horribly cruel for me to keep her cumming for quite a
while after that, but I needed to pleasure her as much as I could in as
short a period a time as possible.  Our immoral union wasn't going to
last, and I wasn't about to miss my only chance to revel in a little
girl's charms just once in my life.

When I began to feel two large areas of my hair about to be removed from
my head without the aid of any scissors or anesthetic I knew to back
off.  But rather than completely stop my lurid deed I reduced my attack
on her clitoris in favor of the plump sweetness of her abundant nether
lips.  Both of her labia majora were exquisitely full, rubbery, and
conformed to any aspect of my lips, nose, or tongue.  She seemed to
accept how I brought her down, her grip around my head shifting my mouth
lower until I was nastily licking and even stabbing my tongue inside her
still virgin vagina.  Instead of her pushing me away or trying to rip my
ears off she began to arch her back and push into the invasion, her need
exemplified by the ferocity of her undulations.  About the only smart
thing I did was bring a towel along to rest under her ass, my bed no
place for a little girl's orgasmic emissions after the day was done.

For almost two hours I kept an unrelenting but gentle attack on her
pussy, my nose, chin, lips, tongue, and even my teeth used to afford her
boundless pleasure.  I even began to bathe in her dew, my face slowly
worked back and forth between her thighs until the whole of my mug was
coated with a thick layer of her excitement.

When I heard her giggle I knew her orgasms had finally subsided.  After
she tugged me up slightly she blushed and giggled again.

"You look funny, Daddy!  Your whole face is all wet.  Did my pussy make
you wet, Daddy?"

"Mmm HMMM!  It sure did, and I loved it too.  How do you feel, Baby?"

"Ohhhh, Dahhh-Deeee!  You lick and nibble on me so much better than my
uncle ever did.  I used to like it a whole bunch when he licked me and
stuff, but you made me feel so good just now that I'm gonna want you to
make me feel good like this again real soon."

"Oh, really?"

While looking over her plump Mons Veneris I tilted my face down,
extended my tongue, and slowly split her plump labia until I found what
I was looking for.  The instant I began to lave her clitoris with long
slow wide licks she threw her head back, groaned, and pushed up into my
mouth.

"Ohhh, DAAA-DEEEE!  You-you-you ... nuuuhhhhhh ... you make my pussy
feel like it's on FIRE!"

Since she didn't immediately rip my ears off I figured she might like
another quick one, so I focused my efforts on her pleasure button,
wrapped my lips around it, sucked hard, and then gave her a much
deserved and horribly crude clitty blow job.  She fainted about five
minutes after her thighs began to quiver and buck from her next cum.

When she finally came back around I was lying next to her and softly
playing with her small "A"-cup titties and erect nipples.  The fact that
I was still dressed might have seemed odd to her, but she didn't offer
any words of complaint.  She turned to face me and then softly whispered
ideas that I couldn't have fantasized about one day before.

"You make me feel so sexy and alive, Daddy.  I've always wanted a
special guy to play with my little boobies, but I always thought they
were too small for anyone to like them.  I guess you like them, huh?"

"Yes I do, Baby.  You look and feel so incredibly sexy with little tits
and I hope you'll never get any bigger than you are right now.  I think
you look sexier than any woman alive, even the ones with big old boobs
that jiggle and bounce around like other guys like.  To me you're just
perfect, Angel."

"For real, Gene?  I mean, you don't think I'm too small or nothin'?"

"No, Sweetie!  Like I said, I think you're perfect just the way you are
right now.  Do you believe me?"

"Oh, YES, Daddy!  I believe you ... I really do!"

The look on her face said all that I needed to know, a huge rush of
blood pouring through my head wildly enough for my face to feel hot
again and for me to hear my heart pound almost out of control in my
ears.  Would she ask to make me feel good, too?

"Daddy?"

"Oh, Kitten ... if you keep calling me that I'm gonna ... "

"What, Daddy?"

How can a middle-age man fall so easily for a sixteen year old child?
It might have been considered impossible, but everything that I'd wanted
and needed in a young lover, even in my most wicked dreams, was lying
naked next to me on my bed, staring at me, and using words that drove me
to near madness.

"What did you want to ask me, Baby?"

She blushed, looked down for a few seconds, caressed the back of my
right hand as I played with her small titties, and then looked into my
eyes with that same expression of lust that I'd seen before.

"Can I help you feel good now, Daddy?  Please?"

All I had to do was smile and nod.  A few minutes later I was just as
naked as she was.

The only safe position for me to be was sitting between her splayed
thighs while she was lying on her back.  That way it would be impossible
for her to 'accidentally' plunge down onto me if our positions were
reversed.  Also, with her so spread open I could have greater access to
each and every tender spot that needed to be touched and masturbated.

Much as she'd described how her uncle had rolled the tip of his cock
between her plump nether lips and over her clit I spent the longest time
making sure my underage lover was enjoying our illegal bond.  Sure, I
could have pushed down and in to claim my first ever virgin, but our
connection was more than just some masturbation or a quick fuck.  We
were secretly merging our souls through our genitals, the pornographic
fusion of our most sensitive regions shared like I'd never experienced
in my whole adult life.

The sensation of her small right hand gripping my cock near the end and
wiggling my penis back and forth along her natural alignment guide was a
feeling like none other.  The snug grip of her plump labia majora around
my glans sent whole thunderstorms of electricity through my body, the
tingle so intense I was about to grip her wrist and slow her down.  But
Prissy altered her movements just enough for me to feel a bit more than
my glans being embraced, the up and down gyrations of her hand stopped
in favor of a strong tug into her body when the end of my dick was
centered over her vagina.  I had to stop her.

"NO, BABY!!!"

"Come on, Gene.  Please?  I'm ready, honest I am."

"No, Sweetie.  I remember what you told me about how it felt for you
when your naughty uncle tried that, and I don't want you to remember our
special time together as anything but pleasure."

Holding my cock in a truly firm grip and lightly tugging toward her I
watched as she slowly built up her courage to share one last bit of
dangerous information.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"I ... I'm not really a virgin anymore."

I instantly felt cheated.  I then felt guilty.

"I thought you said "

"NO, Daddy.  He didn't, and nobody else has, neither."

"Then ... "

"A couple months ago me and my friends ... you know the ones who left
me at the burger place?"

"Yeah."

"Well ... we were having a sleep-over and were talking about how guys
did it with a girl, and a couple of my friends started to brag that they
had ... you know ... with a guy."

"I'm sure they were ... "

Rather than interject my opinions I stopped myself.

"Continue, Sweetie."

"Well ... pretty soon I found out that I was the only girl who hadn't
done it with a guy, for real.  Since I was so scared about getting hurt
and feeling all that pain again I told them that I wasn't gonna do it
with nobody until after I was like all grown up and stuff.  That's when
one of the girls took off to the bathroom and came back with a small
brown bottle of some special medicine.  They helped me get undressed and
then helped me put some of that liquid stuff on my hymen."

"What was it?"

"The stuff parents' give their babies for when their teeth start to come
in.  It's supposed to have this chemical that is like this super strong
pain killer, so I, um ... "

"What happened, Baby?"

"After like five minutes my pussy felt all tingly and when I pushed a
little bit of my fingers inside my pussy it didn't hurt any more."

"What did you do?"

Her face went a deep crimson as if she was still horribly embarrassed.

"One of my friends got this ... this dildo from an older cousin and my
other friends started to masturbate me and suck on my nipples and even
kiss me like a guy would.  It felt so good and seemed so hot that I just
laid back and let them do whatever made me feel good.  After I had like
this really nice cum, but not near as good as yours, the girl with the
dildo told me to reach down and touch my pussy.  When I felt around I
could feel the dildo already inside me."

"Did you freak?"

She giggled at my use of their familiar term.

"Maybe a little bit, but when all the girls started to touch me and play
with me and even push the dildo back and forth into my pussy it felt
better than anything, so I just laid there and pretended a guy was
making love to me.  I was so kew-wull, but it didn't last long enough,
'cause the other girls wanted to do it too."

"Is that the only time you ever played with her dildo?"

"Yeah.  Ever since then my friends, but most of all my BFF, kept teasing
me and telling me they wouldn't let me have it again until ... "

"Until what, Angel?"

Her embarrassment was so prominently displayed on her face I just knew
she'd been talked into some horribly perverse deed.  I sat there with my
cock at the entrance to a sixteen year old's vagina, the little girl
still technically a virgin, or so I thought.  I needed to ask, but how
does a forty six year old father of two girls ask an underage teen what
she had to endure at the hands of some potential pervert?

She released my dick and lunged forward, just enough gap between us for
my cock to rest against but not travel inside her snug body, and her
arms wrapped so tightly around my neck I thought she was trying to choke
me to death.  I instinctively hugged her naked body to mine, the heat of
her petite and nearly bald form snugly pulled against my hairy chest and
pubic area.  It didn't look good, and I was in a very inappropriate
position to provide comfort to a troubled little vixen.

"Please don't get mad at me, Gene!  Please?"

"Hey, hey, hey!  Why would I get mad at you, Precious?"

"Because ... well ... just 'cause you will, that's all."

I put my hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her away from my
chest.  She still didn't want to look into my eyes, so I retrieved one
hand and tilted her head up by holding her chin.

"Look at me, Baby ... look at me right now."

It took her a moment to lift her gaze and do as I asked, and when she
did her eyes were puddled and overflowing with huge tears.

"I promise I won't be angry with you, Prissy, okay?  Do you believe me,
Angel?  Do you?"

When she nodded she tried to smile but only managed a nervous quiver.

"Tell me, Sweetie.  Tell me whatever it is that's troubling you."

"Do you really promise ... Daddy?"

In the most bizarre attempt at consolation I smiled as broadly as I
could and tweaked her nose.

"PROMISE!"

She might not have wanted to giggle, but I was able to tease one out of
her anyway.  After she sniffed, wiped her tears away, and then tucked
her lovely hair behind her ears she leaned forward and kissed me
tenderly.  Whatever dangerous information she thought would stir me to a
blind rage was moments away, and I think I was more scared than she was.

"They said I could only have it again if I ... I ... "

"It's okay, Baby.  Tell me."

"I could only have it if I took their dare and ... and had sex with a
guy ... a man ... a man my own real daddy's age."

It hit me like a concrete wall at highway speed.

The only reason for her incredibly reckless demeanor and provocative
sexual actions was to accept a damned dare.  I wasn't just angry, I was
absolutely incensed.

But, as strange as it seemed I made a promise and I was bound and
determined to keep it.  Besides, the nearly endless orgasms she'd had
either by herself on my lap, or the ones I'd instilled in her gorgeous
little sixteen year old body with my tongue weren't evidence of her
faking her pleasure at all.  In fact, what we'd shared seemed a strange
and perverse kind of surprise that might only have been appealing to her
because of my strong reluctance to abuse or take advantage of her.

The wait might have only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an
eternity.  Leaning forward and kissing her made her look back at me in
shock, as if my actions weren't what she was expecting.  That was proved
a few seconds later.

"You're not mad, Gene ... for real?"

"This is where you have me at a disadvantage, Baby.  I promised I
wouldn't be mad, and to tell the truth I really was ... but not
anymore."

"Why not?"

"I guess because you couldn't fake the kind of wonderful cums you had
this evening, even if you wanted to finish your dare.  Am I right?"

Still looking bewildered she nodded twice.

"But now I'm going to ask you a very important question, and you can't
lie to me or I'll be able to tell, okay?"

Her blush confirmed I was right on the mark.

"Kay."

"Do you really wanna have sex with me because of your dare, or would you
like for us to make love because of how special and beautiful our time
together has been?"

The expression on her face pretty much told me everything I needed to
know, but I wouldn't accept assumptions or hints.  I needed to be sure
she was acting on her own free will rather than being coerced into some
wicked deed just to prove she was worthy to her friends.  I didn't have
to wait very long to find out.

"I don't care about no stupid dare anymore ... Daddy.  I want you to
make love to me like we were real lovers forever."

Hugging her nearly as snugly as she did me a few moments before pretty
much confirmed that she was going to have a night to remember for the
rest of her life.  A softened whisper into her left ear pretty much made
anything else an impossibility.

"I'd be proud to make love to you, Baby, for as long as you want.  I'm
humbled that you'd grant me such an incredible honor, to be your first
real lover, someone who can show you things and share things with you
that you'll always remember for the rest of your life."

Something was then added that must have sent her head spinning.

"I love you, Prissy.  Even if we'll never be able to be together for the
rest of our lives, I want you to know that I love you very much."

She didn't cry for very long ... just long enough to prove that she
might in fact be in love, too.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Make love to me ... please."

With her body still tight to mine I twisted in place and then laid back
on my bed assuming the same spot she had.  Once I was in place I
whispered into her ear while her long hair blanketed my face.

"I want you to help me the first time, Angel.  You can control how fast
and how far I push my cock inside you.  I know you said you've already
had sex with your friend's dildo, but I wanna be sure you're okay with
me before we do it for a long time tonight."

"Really, Daddy?  A long time?"

"As much as you want to, Baby.  The only thing we have to remember is
that I've got to take you to your friend's house so they're not scared
you got kidnapped."

"Gene?"

"Yeah?"

"Part of my dare was to not come home until tomorrow morning.  Since
they weren't expecting me to come home before then, can I sleep with you
for real ... like real lovers do?"

"Mmmmm ... I can't think of any other place I'd want you to be than
with me all night tonight, Prissy.  Fine!  Tonight it's just you and me,
all night long."

A timid and frightened whisper back filled me with nearly unbound lust.

"Thanks, Gene."

With no more force than was required to undo her skirt and watch it fall
to the floor around her small feet I righted Prissy, the youngest woman
I'd ever be able to have sex with, and underage at that.  Once she was
sitting on my thighs with my cock pointed up toward her tummy I began to
tickle her sides and underarms, her unexpected squeals and laughter
sending me into yet more playful antics.  For the next few minutes we
gently wrestled back and forth, her ability to find all those places
that my girls had known about honed to near perfection, and my
determination to hear her shriek and giggle like the little girl she was
spurring me on.  It was those four famous words that finally made me
discontinue the onslaught.

"STOP!  I GOTTA PEE!"

Rather than take off down the hall toward the main bathroom she tumbled
off my thighs, scampered to her feet, and barely made it to the commode
before I heard two things, the metallic sound of her pee hitting the
water inside, and her groans of utter relief.  Before I lost my chance I
made my way vertical and decided to use the hall bathroom.

She must have discerned where I'd headed after she finished, because
instead of climbing back onto my bed she rather brazenly walked right
into the hall bathroom and stood behind me.

I'd never tried to fight off a little girl's tickle attack while trying
to empty my bladder before.  Thankfully I had the foresight to lunge
forward and squat on the open commode rather than spray every wall
around me.  It was a defining moment in our relationship, as if nothing
was out of bounds or sacrosanct.  That was proved when I chased her down
the hall and back onto my bed, my lips and a few times my teeth taking
lots of little nibbles of any portion of her body that I hungered for.

It was when I had her on her back, both of her legs up in the air, and I
was munching along the inside of both of her thighs and taking lots of
playful bites of her pussy and ass that she gripped my head and pulled
hard.  My pace immediately dropped to one reserved strictly for love, my
tongue exploring her plump vulva and teasing her clitoris until she had
yet another orgasm.  The poor thing might never get used to it, but I
was certain to push her right to the limits of her ability to tolerate
any and everything I did with her.

Her cums always looked so special, as if she had no desire to limit any
of her passions or desire to relinquish control.  My applying butterfly
kisses to her nearly bald vulva and then leaning back so I could see the
damage I'd done was timed perfectly.  She stared into my eyes and had no
reluctance to reach between her splayed legs and claim my cock.

"No, Sweetie!  We need to "

"No, Daddy!  I want you to make love to me the right way, with you
controlling me and filling me up with every inch of your love.  Please?
This is gonna be my only first time, and I want it to be like all my
dreams ever since I knew what good tingles felt like."

"Okay, Baby."

Looking down my body I watched as Prissy gingerly shifted the end of my
cock up and down her vulva, teasing herself by lightly running our sexes
together and shifting me forward a little at a time.  I could have
blasted her in seconds and probably should have masturbated at least
once to take the edge off, but I wasn't about to delay what she'd been
dared to allow, what she'd dreamed of for untold years, and the ultimate
in my own personal accomplishments as an adult with a minor child.

I watched in utter fascination as my penis slowly split her plump vulva
and then eased within her body in slow but continuous movements.  After
half of me was within her silken glove she began to pant and her hips
started to undulate.  In spite of her potential desire to make it last
it didn't look like she could hold back and began to have another cum.

"Nuuuhhhhh!!!  Dahh-DEEEEE!"

The deeper I went the higher her voice got until our pubic bones came
together and she lunged forward again.  In opposition to her desire for
me to be in control and make love to her she was sitting on my lap, had
her arms locked around my body, and was gyrating while she moaned.  The
moment her body went rigid I couldn't keep it together and lunged up
inside her virgin womb, painting her insides with what felt like more
sperm than I'd ever produced in my life.

For untold minutes we gyrated and bucked together, a continuous symphony
of unspoken lust and carnal need shared between a sixteen year old
virgin and a man old enough to be her father.

By the time we both stopped quivering we were exhausted.  Rather than
make a supreme mess of my bed I held her to my frame, and with some
difficulty, rose from the bed.  We took a long hot shower together
exchanging words of love, long hard stares at each others' bodies, and a
genuine sense of completion that couldn't be illustrated by the most
talented Renaissance painter.  Fucking her two more times in the shower,
once from behind while she stood on her tip-toes, and once with her
right leg wrapped around my hip and my hands holding her up in the air.

Any notion of resistance or reluctance was completely gone, any sexual
desire attempted, lots of touching shared, and very few words to ruin
what was going to be the most celebrated night of my life.  She even let
me dry her while she acted coy and innocent, as if she was nothing more
than an immature and helpless little girl.  Each time she played that
dangerous card I fell further into a blind lust that I'd never known
existed within my mind and body.

After we were dry I told her that she wasn't allowed to wear any clothes
until we were going to leave, her requirement for my nudity equally
expressed.  We got something to eat and drink, my naked little naughty
baby sitting on my lap at the kitchen table and being fed little tidbits
of reheated Chinese food.  She seemed to love being my little girl in
more ways than just shared expression of verbal lust.  Each time I'd
bring something to her lips she'd grin, might blush, but anxiously and
excitedly accepted the proffered gift.

Climbing under the sheets with a naked sixteen year old wasn't something
new for me, since I'd let both of my girls share my bed when they were
scared of the lightning or a scary movie that they'd foolishly watched.
But I'd never encouraged either of my girls to sleep or even visit with
me in the nude, and watching Prissy tuck her legs under the thick cotton
sheet and light coverlet was a truly erotic image.

We hadn't been lying snugly next to each other for more than ten or
fifteen minutes when I heard a timid whisper into my left ear.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmm ... I love the way it sounds when you call me that."

"TeeHee!"

"What, Baby?"

"Can we make love again ... this time like really super slow so it can
last all night?"

"I was hoping you'd ask me to do that.  I've wanted to make love to you
like that ever since we first did it, but I didn't want to scare you."

"You haven't scared me, Daddy."

"I'm glad, Baby.  Now ... you want to be on top or underneath?"

"Can I be on top this time?  I wanna see what that feels like."

"Sure, Baby."

She shifted onto my chest, arched her back and lifted her ass into the
air to create some room between our hips, tucked her hand under her
body, claimed my cock, and then shifted back and forth and then up my
body until we were perfectly lined up.  It took no more than ten seconds
for us to completely merge our bodies again, a deeply furrowed brow on
her forehead and both of her lips sucked between her teeth indicative of
either intense pain, or the onset of another orgasm.  I didn't have to
worry about her telling me what she was thinking.

"Mmmmmm!  Oh, Daddy!  It feels almost too good!  If I'm not careful I'm
gonna cum like a whole lot tonight."

"I don't want to ruin it for you, Baby, but if you feel that way then I
need to go get something.  Can you take me out for just a minute?"

"Nuuuuuhhhhh!!!  Do I gotta?"

"It'll feel better if you do, I promise."

"Rrrrrrrr!!!  Okay, but hurry!"

Each of her minor movements over my body seemed to torture her, the end
of my glans repeatedly pressing into that perfect spot that she'd never
known about until we were making love.  It took a lot longer for us to
disconnect that it did for us to come together.  The instant my cock
snapped against my lower tummy she grunted and then rolled over.

"HURRY!"

I was back in the same place as quickly as I could, two thick towels
under my ass and two more off to the side of the bed in case they were
necessary.  The addition of a plastic tub of baby wipes to the headboard
ensured we both be nice and clean if our shared wetness and lubrication
made our night uncomfortable.

The second time she slowly brought us together she was whimpering the
whole time.  The instant her clitoris was pressed against my pubic bone
she grunted.  As soon as I began to undulate my hips up into hers and
started a nice slow series of long strokes she was already way ahead of
me.  Her first orgasm was as a woman, her arms around my neck again, her
moans uninhibited and carefree, my hands on her ass for a tight grip,
and our lips coming together as often as I could coax her close enough.

By midnight she'd had some untold number of incredibly beautiful cums
and I was at the precipice of my first fiercely delayed one.  I knew as
soon as I filled her insides I'd be worthless, and I wanted to be useful
to her for as long as I could be.  Just as I felt the tingle of no
return I began to increase the speed of my thrusts until I was truly
fucking the little thing like a whore.  She went rigid just before I
came and then fell onto my body completely unconscious.

PERFECT!

Gripping her little girl ass in both of my hands I lunged up into her
vagina and sprayed her again, the intense flame of immoral seed going
someplace it wasn't supposed to.  But thoughts about morality and any
long-term consequences of our actions were lost to oblivion in favor of
the carnal sting of hedonistic lust.  Even under the influence of
sensual overload her body still twitched and jerked, her orgasm still so
strong it kept washing through her body with each of my strokes across
her Grafenburg spot.  I literally had mapped her out so well that I
could cause her body to spasm by just arching my back and pushing into
the soft wet heat of her teen vagina.  The pleasure was too much and I
dared not relent, morning to come too quickly and steal away what was
most likely the last time I was going to ever have consented sex again.

Three times that night Prissy woke me up with her stuttering bucks and
convulsions, her need to make love even stronger than mine.  As each of
her deeds was coming to a climax I extended her pleasure by smiling
lewdly and thrusting repeatedly until she fainted.  Even after she was
unconscious I kept fucking her, that sexy and uncontrolled series of
jerks and flinches driving me on like a madman.

When the light of the morning finally broke the spell I saw her lying
over me and staring into my face.  The same lusty stare that I'd seen a
few times before was again in her eyes and a tender caress of her left
hand across my cheek or lips clear indication that she was far more
affected by our immoral union that she might have anticipated.  Kissing
her with sewer breath isn't something that I'd considered a pleasant
deed, but she again was able to see right through me and kissed me
instead.  We didn't stop kissing until I felt her hips jerk backward and
my dick came free.  The blush on her face told me everything I needed to
know.

"May I watch you go pee, Baby?  I've always wanted to see a sexy woman
do that for me ... just once."

Her blush was amplified a few times, but she seemed just as intrigued as
I was and nodded.  Kneeling in front of the commode between her splayed
full thighs must have been the most perverse of menial tasks I'd ever
done before, but to watch her empty her bladder did something to me that
couldn't be put into words.  All I knew is how intensely erotic it felt
to watch something that she did multiple times per day anyway.  From
that morning on and probably for the rest of her life she wouldn't be
able to think of going pee as just a biological activity.

We took another and what was ostensibly our last shower together, her
long blond hair washed and conditioner applied, and then my hands laving
her from nose to the cute little straight line of her toes.  To make
things fair and equal I let her wash me too, including a little
diversion for her to make me cum in her hands.  It felt so good to be
masturbated by such a timid and young teen that I almost begged her to
do it a second time.  I didn't even have to ask for her soft small hands
to keep playing with and stroke me until I was finally able to give her
what I desperately wanted to provide.

After I'd washed her clean I knelt down and returned the favor, her
right thigh held over my left shoulder after a few minutes, and then her
left joining after, with some difficulty, another few minutes later.
She had a heck of a time holding onto my head or the shower walls as I
licked, sucked, and nibbled on her near-baby pussy, her moans echoing
through the bathroom and sounding like an erotic symphony that I
desperately wanted to record to a CD just so I could play it back any
time I wanted to.

She fit under my right arm on the way to the pancake place so well that
I'd never known such comfort.  We were practically raping each other
with our eyes the whole way through breakfast, the sights, sounds,
smells, and distractions all around us completely ignored.  It wasn't
possible, but we'd fallen in love with each other overnight, at least
I'd hoped it was love.

The drive back to her BFF's house was intentionally slow, all of the
highways avoided in favor of side streets and traffic signals.  It was
while she was lightly caressing my chest and I was tenderly cupping her
small right breast and rolling her small nipple around that I finally
shared a few words that had nothing to do with sex.

"Prissy?"

"NO, Daddy!  BABY!"

I had to chuckle, blush, and smile.

"Baby?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"And I love you too, Daddy."

I waited a few seconds to see if I could build my courage up for a
question that I knew couldn't be answered.  Prissy again saw right
through any hidden agendas I might have been crafting.

"Can I see you some more, Daddy?  I don't want to lose you now that I
found you.  You mean too much to me."

I smiled again, gave her a nice tight squeeze, and then leaned down to
kiss the top of her head.

"I guess I'm pretty transparent, huh, Baby?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been trying to think of a way to ask you if I could be a part of
your life ... even for a little while.  I know you're gonna find a
really cute guy your own age some day, even really soon, but I'd like to
pretend that you were my little princess for a little while.  Can I do
that ... pretend you were my little princess?"

Her embrace around my body was confirmation in physical form, but I
ached to hear the words so I could be sure.

"I'd like being your princess, Daddy.  It makes me feel good knowing
that you really love me as much as I love you."

"Then it's settled ... as soon as you're old enough I'm gonna steal you
away to some far distant castle and make you my young wife, and then my
sexy little princess."

"TeeHee!"

I loved to hear her giggle, but the fantasy that I'd craved was an
impossibility by the simple fact that I was thirty years older than my
lovely little sex partner was.  Things like that just didn't happen in
real life.  Besides, my small three bedroom house was a far cry from any
vision of a nice castle.  Sure, I'd paid for it cash, but I couldn't
trade up for anything more than a nice expensive car.

As the last of familiar streets for my little lover were approached and
then driven to I knew my fantasy was soon to be over.  To offer one last
tender lie I asked her to memorize my cell phone number, just so I'd
know I'd done everything I could to make our fictional future seem real.
When she gave me her private phone number I ached to call her every
night for as long as it took to convince her to marry me.

She asked me to stop in front of a neighbor's house instead of her BFF's
which confirmed that she was too ashamed of what she'd done.  It was
wise for her to keep her friend or any other young teen lives in the
dark about the man she'd gone to bed with.  Any chance for them to take
notice of a forty six year old loser with a wonderful memory to last the
rest of his life was downright irresponsible for me, because I could
have been in jail in twenty four hours.

With one last stolen kiss and a nasty grope under her skirt, I had to
let her go.  I watched as she walked somewhat nervously down the
sidewalk to her friend's house, the address noted just in case I might
be foolish enough to return.  When the front door closed with her inside
I felt huge tears build in my eyes.  My fantasy was over.

What a weekend.

My boss made good on her threat, and within a week I was officially
unemployed.  That horrible Friday had ended so well and the next
Saturday morning so special, but the following week was the culmination
of my anguish.  When I told my ex-wife that I'd gotten laid off a day
later over the phone she did something that stole my breath away.

"I figured you were a total loser, Eugene!  Fine!  Then I guess you
won't be making any more payments to me, will you?"

"Geez, Eleanor!  All I've got are the clothes on my back, a puny three
bedroom house, and a little bit of cash left to pay my bills for a
while.  You can't possibly be that greedy or insensitive, can you?"

"Whatever, Eugene!"

Apparently she'd been picking up some of our daughters' lingo.

"Look ... you're not gonna be able to do anything about it anyway, so I
guess I can tell you now."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm having papers served that we're officially divorced and have no
ties to each other than our children.  I'll let you see them if I feel
like it, but don't expect a lot."

"Thanks, Eleanor"

"I'm not done yet, Eugene.  I'll be getting married to a wonderful man
who's a dentist.  We've been planning it for a long time and this is all
I've needed to just dump you for good."

"So ... you could have done this sooner, but didn't because I was your
sole source of income?"

"Pretty much!"

"That hurts, Eleanor After all we meant to each other."

"Oh, please!  Don't start with that crap.  I just had a nice lunch and I
don't feel like puking.  Why don't you find some stupid little blind
woman to sleep with for a while.  That way she won't have to look at you
like I did for years."

The knife she kept twisting into my heart kept growing and getting
rustier with each crude comment.

"Then ... "

"Yeah, then that means I'm done with you.  Goodbye, Eugene."

<click>

I was at the lowest point of my existence.  The only thing that would
make it worse was if Prissy called to tell me she'd gotten pregnant.

By the end of the first month of my 'new life' I'd canceled my cable TV
service, the paper, changed my cell phone package to a more modest
version with fewer rather than unlimited minutes, adjusted my grocery
purchases to only the best sales or double coupons, considered selling
my car for something that used less gas, and did my best to minimize
every expense possible.  It was going to be tight, but after lots of
number crunching I could do it.

I waited anxiously for four months for my little lover to call, but
nothing.  My number certainly would have shown up on her Caller-ID, and
I didn't want her parents asking the now seventeen year old who a
certain Eugene Tompkins was and what he was doing calling an underage
child.  The best thing I could do was remember our wonderful night
together, but forget Prissy as a person.  She'd be better off that way.

It was while I was leafing through a daily paper that had been left at
an empty desk at the unemployment office when I saw something that made
me feel as if God were doing her best to spit in my face.  Tucked neatly
between a murder story and a fashion ad was a small article headline
that really felt insulting:

"Local gas station lottery winner still unidentified"

Only two words came to mind, "Lucky bastard!"

It was while I was getting ready to sell my car a week later and
cleaning it up as much as I could that I found a lottery ticket I must
have purchased and dropped to the floor of my car.  Had it not been
under the middle of the front bench seat I would have seen it by then.

"Naw!  Don't even!"

But I had to.  It took a few calls from my reduced-minute rate plan and
being put on hold for almost thirty minutes before I was able to get a
human being to answer.  One of the local TV station reporters then
shared what he thought was old news.

"Yeah ... the person who won the lottery that day still hasn't come in
to claim the money.  They've got only three more weeks before the six
month deadline or they'll lose any chance of claiming the money."

"What were the numbers?"

"Hold on ... let's see ... oh yeah!  They're ..........

I wrote every one of them down and had him read everything back to me.
Even before I was able to thank him he was called away and hung up on
me.  I really didn't take it personally, but I still felt bad 'cause I
waited so long to talk to someone.

When I checked the numbers I felt a hole open in my chest.

After getting all of my new finances squared away and locked into a
blind trust that nobody could get to or learn who the owner was I bought
the nicest cell phone and most complete unlimited-anything package they
had to offer.  The first call I made early one Friday night after I
nervously sat down on my old comfy couch was to Prissy.  I only hoped
she'd answer.

<Ring>

<Ring>

<Ring>

Crap!  She'd either given me a bogus number or she was out partying with
some lucky fucker who was tainting what I'd broken in.  Just as I was
drawing the phone away from my ear I heard an excited voice practically
scream into the phone.

"HELLO?  HELLO?"

I couldn't speak.  My vocal chords wouldn't work and I just sat there in
complete silence.

"Hello?"

She must have felt silly saying it so many times, until she apparently
looked at the display on her caller-ID unit.

Her voice instantly dropped to almost nothing and I heard one word that
sent a wave of lust all the way through my body.

"Daddy?"

"Hi, Baby."

She stopped crying about ten minutes later.

Her folks and older brother had mostly likely heard my name bandied
about and wondered who the guy was Prissy was so loyal to, even though
she never went out or had any visitors.  We kept our former rendezvous a
complete secret, and she was incredibly proud that I'd been waiting all
that time just for her.  Sure, other guys began to notice my Baby, but
through the challenge she'd taken from her BFF she didn't need to look
for anyone else.  She already found her prince charming.

I desperately wanted to see her and even made frequent trips to her
house just so I could drive slowly by when she was outside.  Our
wordless visits were coordinated after a brief phone call so we had our
times just right, and just like clockwork we'd be right back on the
phone less than a minute after I was down the street.  People had to
have known something was going on, but nothing could be proven.  I had
no desire to ruin a good thing by being seen with her until she was
legal and of age.

I had to wait for almost a year for her to turn eighteen to walk up to
her parents' house and knock on the front door.  When her mother
answered all I had to do was introduce myself for her to go stark white
and scream.  Prissy must have realized something was terribly wrong,
because she came flying toward their front door in a dead sprint.

When our eyes met she stopped cold, began to cry, and reached out with
both hands to hug me.

She left the comfort of her parents home that day to come live with me,
and we were married three months later.

I told her about my winning the lottery only after she said that she'd
marry me.  I've never regretted loving my sixteen year old Baby, and
I've done rather well putting up with lots of harsh looks and even a few
accusations of impropriety.

Our first baby girl was born a year after our wedding on our first
anniversary.

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