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Father, Forgive Me For I Have Sinned Again
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Now this time I really have NO excuse! Sexual 
opportunity, like the proverbial greatness, seems 
simply to have been thrust upon me - when I'm 
apparently at my most vulnerable. What can a guy do? 
(Mf, ped, 1st)

***

Perhaps the real-time Harper Valley experience has 
stunted and/or warped my perception of the normal, 
given me more than a taste of the forbidden fruit? 
Maybe on account of the fact that I continue to pen 
other fictional and semi-fictional tales of the erotic 
and paedophilic, I am unknowingly tapping into a cosmic 
flow-chart that channels the young and the restless my 
way. 

Of course, there's always the possibility too, that I 
am simply satanically on-line and committed to wander 
the paths of lust and perversion for the rest of my 
natural life. I so hope so!

So what happened this time? Make that this weekend just 
gone!

I may have mentioned at some stage that I have actually 
been twice married? So what's new you say?

Well at the point I met Chris, Jenna, Kylie and 
Natalie's mother, I actually already had a young 
daughter from a previous marriage. (Now don't get 
excited, I never laid a finger on her, let alone 
anything else) Over the years my ex has kept in touch 
with me – actually neither of us have any idea why we 
got divorced in the first place Guess it just seemed 
like a good idea at the time. 

I then married a girl who decided in her late twenties 
to walk out on the five of us in search of her inner-
self while Trish married the biggest dick-wad in the 
State. They too are long since separated, leaving Trish 
with a fourteen-year-old daughter Linda who is today an 
absolute clone of Trish herself when she was sixteen 
which was the age she was when we first started dating. 
(Yeah, I've been an entrenched paedophile for years!) 

Now Trish for some reason is very close to my son Chris 
and he thinks the world of her (What a tangled web we 
weave? Not too sure what the possibilities there are?) 
Conversely I have been spending time over at Trish's 
place of late, helping Linda with everything from 
Computer-training to Modern History. Many times have I 
called her 'Trish,' so uncannily similar is she to my 
memories of her mom in her teen years.

To cut a long story short, Trish wants me back and 
Linda has definitely made her feelings known – read on 
if you will.

"Do you mind baby-sitting Linda till I get back?" Trish 
said Saturday morning just after I got there. I have my 
doubts as to whether or not she actually orchestrated 
the whole damn thing.

With those ten words I was a condemned man as it turned 
out. I knew the teenager was on the look-out for a 
cuddly dad to replace the disinterested moron she 
already had, one who would love her and hand her at 
least a few late-childhood memories the existing dick-
wad was never likely to, given that he never even 
called her up – birthdays and Christmas included. 

To be honest, I had kinda figured she was beginning to 
slot me in to that role anyway. Didn't bother me... I 
just wasn't so sure I wanted to re-marry Trish in order 
to add Linda to my existing coterie of petticoat-
princesses at home and she is a very pretty girl I 
hasten to add.

Ok, so there we were Saturday morning doing the 
domestic thing with a good four hours plus to kill. I 
took her up to the local mall where we had a soda or 
three, a chat and she talked me into taking her 
shopping for a new dress. It was at this point I felt 
the onset of the familiar "how hot are these fourteen-
year old bodies" twinge. Been through that so many 
times with Natalie, Jenna and Kylie over the years (as 
you all well know!)

I have to hand it to Linda, she has something of the 
siren about her. Odd mixture of maturity and naοve 
schoolgirl. Could anything be much more attractive to a 
guy way the wrong side of 49 let's say? 

Maybe I wasn't reading the warning signs? Perhaps Linda 
was just the perfect little opportunist? More than 
likely though it was simply a case of "sometimes things 
just happen because they can."

We had gotten home and decided to kill another couple 
of hours watching a movie. (God... how many times has 
this scenario caused a problem?) She cuddled up with me 
as would any daughter... only she wasn't a daughter!

What she was is the biggest damn temptation this side 
of a two litre bottle of Jack Daniels. 

I gotta be honest though, I was the perfect gentleman, 
one arm around her shoulder, my mind above the waist. I 
could tell you exactly how far above too if you press 
me. 

Turning to make some comment to her about the movie, 
our eyes met and what they had to say to each other was 
nobody's business! She just leaned her pretty little 
face forward and kissed me. It wasn't a slutty kiss, 
any sort of sexual come-on at all, just a loving kiss, 
a beautiful girlish smooch. and one that disabled every 
chivalrous motivation I had along for the ride.

I couldn't have left it at that if I had tried. I drew 
her to me and at the behest of her soft and youthful 
lips left my own calling card, one I figured she would 
never be throwing out.

It is unavoidable to embark on any sort of impassioned 
lip-action without it turning sexual at some stage. 
That stage was remarkably quick to arrive. Having her 
sitting there beside me, dressed in a shortish skirt 
and none too limiting a top, was hardly the outfit one 
could classify as being conducive to maintaining a 
celibate lifestyle.

As a gesture of adult responsibility, pulling back from 
those absurdly accommodating lips, I let forth with the 
"Linda you're only fourteen years-old" line, but I have 
to give credit where credit's due, her defiant reply of 
"So??" fully check-mated that approach. 

Her follow-up "What mom doesn't know, won't bother her 
will it?" was sheer perceptive genius. Still, I felt a 
moral obligation to keep a rein on developments here, 
despite my instinct to take matters to the next level. 
Pity she wasn't reading from the same script.

When a girl of any age makes it blatantly obvious she 
is in the market for a romantic interlude with whatever 
that may entail, it's not that easy to resist. For me 
anyway - the far side of impossible! Seeing also the 
hemline of that tight little skirt rising imperceptibly 
along those wonderfully slim thighs, to the onset of 
disclosure of her really interesting bits, shut-down 
whatever resistance I might have demonstrably paraded.

"I love you Noel," she whispered and Magna Carta was 
sealed once again.

My next kiss was strategically placed just beneath her 
tasteful little pendant earring, and sighing audibly 
she slid down the back of the lounge a fraction. 
Schoolwork was definitely out for the morning.

I don't know if it was the lip-gloss she had on, but 
something tasted so remarkably inviting she must have 
spiked it with something irresistible. I fully intended 
kissing those sexy little lips until the Police 
arrived. That is, until I found something sexier to 
play with.

At the point my hand gently encircled her admittedly 
quite small right breast she broke off from kissing me 
and looked pleadingly at me. I know those glances so 
well. The eyes look all innocent and vulnerable but the 
translation is, "Yes that's my breast, are you gonna 
get on with it or what?"

There must be better things than fondling a fourteen-
year old girl's developing tits, but right this minute 
I wouldn't like to volunteer what they are exactly! 
Linda was making sounds – not moans really, just little 
sighs and outpourings of girlish pleasure. 

She was also wriggling her hips and doing whatever it 
took to make me crazier by the moment. Slipping a hand 
up beneath her top I passed my palm across her bra cups 
wanting desperately to slip my fingers beneath but 
still hesitant I suppose, given her tender age and my 
incredible age!

"I'm old enough," she whispered.

"For what though?" I was thinking. To have her breasts 
fondled or to get really naughty?

Thinking to work my way through this challenging 
simultaneous equation, I slipped my hand beneath her 
bra and encountered such delicate and arousing 
softness, I think I made a few noises of my own. Her 
eyes were glazing just slightly and her breaths coming 
in starts as I gently manipulated first one nipple then 
the other. 

I love the way girls wriggle their shoulders as you do 
this to them, most especially the cuties that have not 
had it done to them before and Linda, I had not the 
slightest doubt, fell into that category. She was 
reminding me so much of little Rhiannon at Harpers.

Perhaps I should describe Linda to you. Probably five-
four and about 110/115 pounds I'd be guessing. Light 
colored shoulder-length hair though not blonde really, 
several shades darker in fact. Rather delicate features 
that suggested some Grecian or other European ancestry 
several generations back. Small but just-right little 
face with fairly high cheekbones, her hair swept back 
with a clasp either side. Absolutely flawless 
complexion with full and (as we were already finding 
out) majorly kissable lips. Pale blue eyes, much like 
my own and designer eyebrows only the fortunate few 
inherit. A delicate little nose matched by prettily 
shaped ears which as I said, were rather nicely 
highlighted by a pair of good quality pendant earrings. 

Really lovely little figure (such that I could see at 
that stage) Breasts that were prominent but not 
attention-grabbing and a cleavage to match. Nicely 
formed shoulders that needed to be cuddled and kissed – 
I was assuredly doing what I could to fulfill 
obligations in that direction too. 

The package, although that word rather demeans her 
presence, included a slim waist, very curvy and compact 
little bottom (that much I had taken stock of already) 
perfect legs, wrists and ankles. If there was a low 
point in all this, it was that her mom was due home in 
a couple of hours!

So yeah, I had gotten to first base – her pleasured 
wriggling at having her nipples played with, was clear 
evidence of that achievement.

So let's get back to her comment shall we?... ... .

"Well that's the problem sweetheart," I replied. "You 
might be old enough physically, but I'm way too damn 
old for you I hate to admit."

"No way," she said. I liked the way she thought!

"I hate boys my own age – they're soo dumb." She 
pouted. I was gonna tell her they don't get much better 
at any age, but thought better of it.

Still softly groping her, which was just about as 
pleasant a pastime as ever I have indulged myself in, I 
asked rather pointedly,

"You're still er, intact I'm guessing Linda?"

"Uh huh," she mumbled, eyes as big as saucers now and 
driving me totally over the edge. "I was hoping you 
might change that for me?"

"Oh Jesus," I was thinking, "I'm going to have to set 
up a new business name here – "Virgins R' Us"

"Pleeaaase," she said, those lovely eyelashes working 
overtime. "I won't tell...  honestly!" 

My God, I was sitting on a lounge not thirty clicks 
from my own home with a panting young teenager kissing 
me stupid and coercing me to take her virginity before 
her mom gets home... and I'm supposed to be the baby 
sitter?

I figured that while I was trying to resolve this issue 
in my own mind (hers evidently being fully resolved) I 
may as well test the waters elsewhere. I placed my free 
hand on her thigh just below that now notoriously high 
hemline.

She jumped as if receiving an electric shock but other 
than glancing downwards, made no attempt to resist 
further incursions. Gently pushing her skirt up I slid 
my hand a few centimetres along her leg. Already I 
could see a ribbon of light blue material that never 
fails to set in motion my own procreative equipment's 
awakening. This time I did hear a little gasp which 
only served to encourage me more. I think that was 
Linda's intention anyway.

On reaching the front of her panties I just brushed the 
material there with the back of my hand. There was no 
doubt she was increasing the pressure of her pussy at 
that very point. Now the eyes really were pleading and 
her breathing had reached critical overload. I kissed 
her passionately – at the same time I began to rub that 
wonderfully feminine area the full length of her 
virginal slit. Her hips I noticed were maintaining the 
pressure along the entire vaginal cleft.

"Touch me," she whispered. I was gone for all money.

Slipping my hand beneath the elastic I found a world 
Jacques Cousteau could only dream about. The softest 
pubic hair I have ever felt (well since Trish's, when 
she was sixteen) made me welcome and as Linda parted 
her legs pretty much to the limit of that tight little 
skirt anyway, I was able to slip a finger up inside a 
small cavern of volcanic origin that brought forth not 
one but a series of utterly virginal moans from the 
moist lips of Miss Temptation who was now so tightly 
pressed up against me.

Trying to manipulate a girl's nipples and her pussy at 
the same time while she is slumped fully dressed 
against you is not easy, although undoubtedly fun! The 
naughtiness of having your hands in her rather private 
little crevices beneath her clothes is strangely 
addictive – especially when she giggles at key moments 
– a behavioral trait much in evidence with very young 
girls.

My finger, having located Linda's quite pronounced 
clitoral hood, it was just a matter of time until she 
began to respond in ways she could barely control. That 
after all, was a free service. It began with a series 
of "ohhs" and ended when I felt her stiffen and then 
completely melt as the orgasm gradually diffused into 
the suburbs.

I received a beautiful kiss for my efforts. My poor 
ignored erection, way underground and constrained like 
Hannibal Lecter was wondering when his turn might come, 
if ever. 

"Can we go to my bedroom... just for a few minutes?" 
Linda purred. Hell, she must have been thinking along 
similar lines.

So far down the road to underage debauchery anyway, I 
figured I may as well take her up on her incredibly 
risky offer. It might always give me a few precious 
seconds to mount a skeletal defense, if her mom showed 
up early I thought to myself.

My eyes focused on her compact little rear-end as she 
mounted the stairs. It was almost a shame when she 
reached the top. Having been to the house many times in 
the past... pretty much since she had been an infant, 
on and off, I kinda knew my way around. (And yes dear 
reader, I know what you're thinking – I had not been 
snitching a bit on the side over the years with my ex, 
simply keeping in touch, nothing more. If you can 
believe it, my new wife was Maid of Honor at Trish's 
wedding.)

Anyway, once inside her room, Linda rather thoughtfully 
I have to say, sat herself down on the bed and smiled 
up at me. It was the interpretation of that smile that 
unlocked officialdom. Compliantly laying back on her 
quilt she gasped, but offered no resistance as I 
reached up beneath her skirt and tugged those skimpy 
blue panties down. Nor did she mind as I peeled that 
tight little top off.

Rather than strip her totally, I just knelt there and 
kissed her softly on the pussy as I lightly fondled her 
wonderfully arousing child-like breasts. Just who was 
the more aroused would be hard to say. Linda might only 
be fourteen, but believe me when I tell you, I felt as 
much a child with her as I had with her mother some 
three decades earlier. 

Taking a very young girl's virginity is the greatest 
privilege life can accord you. At my age, its akin to 
winning Powerball. 

Having some experience in the de-virginising stakes, 
which some of you may recall involved girls 
considerably younger even than Linda, I am fully aware 
of the relevance of the girl being as relaxed as 
possible in the lead-up to penetration. A fundamental 
methodology that I have found works a treat, is to 
first stimulate the clitoral/vaginal area, and 
sustained kissing followed by the gentlest of licks and 
nuzzles goes one hell of a way to achieving this.

In Linda's case, she was so relaxed at this point, I 
thought she'd gone to sleep. A series of "mmmmmm's" 
followed by unforced further spreading of her legs and 
also I noted, an inclination to slip her own hands down 
inside her bra was not only evidence she was distinctly 
prepped – it served to catalyse my own participation in 
the forthcoming Olympics.

Her expression as I positioned myself between her legs 
was one of genuine and fully understandable 
trepidation.

"Is it going to hurt me?" she asked with almost child-
like simplicity.

"Hurt is probably not the right word sweetheart," I 
replied, brushing her pretty hair out of her face. 
"You'll feel maybe a fair bit of pressure down there, 
but it will pass quickly, I promise you."

Her smile captivated me momentarily. "I trust you 
Noel," she whispered and raised her arms over her head. 
I don't think anything is sexier than a submissive 
young girl in that position.

Now maybe the fact that Linda has what I would consider 
a slightly larger than normal vaginal entrance for a 
girl her age (a little more hair too) and with very 
pronounced (and consequently sexy) labia, the drive-
train seemed to encounter minimal resistance.

Matter of fact, aside from her one outcry at the point 
of breakthrough, and to be honest, even that was 
achieved with no great pressure, Linda was assuredly in 
control of her vaginal destiny from first-base onwards.

"Don't stop," she begged after little more than a 
couple of thrusts. If there was any blood-loss I could 
not detect it. Fascinating too, how young girls with no 
prior experience, seem to know instinctively how to use 
their hips to facilitate maximum involvement. 

So comfortable was she with it all, I was able to drive 
deep inside her and this I knew, was hardly going to 
prolong my own finality. My pushing-up of her tiny bra 
and subsequent fondling of those beautiful little 
nipples greatly increased her enjoyment. Didn't 
negatively impact on my own contribution either I have 
to say.

My prognosis was correct and sooner rather than later, 
I felt the build-up being spurred along by her own 
upward thrusting. The visuals too – her youthful and 
tight slit being penetrated hard, those sexy little 
breasts jiggling in response and that lovely flat 
stomach undulating with each incursion – just took me 
out. I didn't have to forewarn her that I was about to 
deliver, she sensed it and spread her legs even wider 
in anticipation. She shouldn't have done that – it made 
me cum instantly. The expression on her flushed little 
face as I filled her, combined the emotions of 
surprise, ecstasy, satisfaction and further desire. 
That last one's a "real problem," I was thinking.

"Are you alright sweetie?" I asked, genuinely concerned 
for her physical well-being.

"Oh that was soo yummy," she replied, covering her 
breasts quite instinctively with her arms. Thank God 
she didn't pull the bra back down and ruin the whole 
damn illusion.

"It did hurt a little bit at the beginning," she 
confessed, then breaking into the cheekiest of smiles, 
"But you were so gentle with me – I really loved it." 
She needed more kissing... so did I!

"Look, I hate to bring up the subject Linda," I added a 
few moments later, but she forestalled me.

"It's OK," she smiled, "I'm not ovulating – I thought 
of that earlier." Not just a pretty face by all 
accounts, rather devious in fact one might speculate.

She sat up and nuzzled me rather lovingly. "Can we do 
that again?" she teased. Putting her arms around my 
neck, those beautiful little pink-capped mounds hung 
free, waiting their turn. Caressing them both, Linda's 
eyes glazed over as before and I knew I had the duty-
bag once again.

Well how could I pass up the opportunity? Would you 
expect me to? I thought not.

Leaving her skirt on, she was certainly a little 
apprehensive as I manoeuvered her on to all fours. 
Glancing backwards she whispered, "Are you going to 
spank me?" Oh, how I wished!

"No beautiful," I replied, "But I am going to show you 
something that you will really like, trust me!" She 
did.

I need not I think, describe the rearward view as I 
parted her legs just a fraction more. Her curvy little 
butt and the sight of my cum still leaking out of her 
pussy was enough to transport me to Heaven and back 
before I even got down to basics.

Suffice to say I was correct in my prediction. As I 
penetrated her to the depths, she cried out in 
pleasure. Probably best I don't report verbatim what 
she actually cried out, but it was along the lines of 
"stop and you're dead meat!"

Great as my orgasm was, hers must have been 
devastating. Her whole little body trembled as the 
shock-wave's epicenter radiated out from her vaginal 
cavity. Cupping her pussy with one hand she just 
collapsed prostrate on the bed. It was just about the 
sexiest thing I ever saw, to be honest.

"Enough's enough," I was telling myself. One shouldn't 
be doing this to fourteen-year old girls – especially 
those with a penchant to be your stepdaughter. For the 
next twenty minutes or so, we simply lay side by side. 
I held her close, stroked her hair and just told her 
how beautiful and sexy she was and that I hoped she 
could forgive me for doing what I should have known 
better than to do – even if she was willing. I think 
she understood.

Either way, I packed her off for a quick shower and she 
was more than happy to have me dress her afterwards. 
That, my friends, represents the zenith of any and all 
sexual aspirations. To actually be permitted to dress a 
young girl while she stands there naked for you, 
trusting as all hell, arms above her head – hooking her 
bra up again and pulling her panties back up to her 
hips while patting that hot little bottom playfully, is 
sheer arousal plus! 

To see all those beautiful curves and clefts being once 
again covered up, knowing that for even the briefest of 
periods they were offered freely for your pleasure 
alone, is the greatest privilege you are ever likely to 
be accorded. One just has to believe in re-incarnation.

God, and next week marks end of term vacation!

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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