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Neighborly
by Oyster50 (oyster1950@gmail.com)
***
Washing a car on a warm afternoon, Bill gets some help
from the young girl next door. She needs a friend and
mentor. Bill didn't know he needed anything. (Mg, ped,
1st)
***
-= Chapter One =-
So I bought a house. Mid-forties, divorced, wanted a
little place of my own and I found this house in one of
those little enclaves that dot the countryside a few
miles outside of many towns. You know, five or six
houses in a little clump, just off a main road. It was a
nice house. I had neighbors who mostly kept to
themselves, mostly older retired couples, somebody to
wave at when I was driving in from work, or to pass a
few words of conversation with when I went for a walk.
And then there were the people next door. It was almost
like their life was configured from redneck jokes. The
yard was unkempt, irregularly mowed. They had two kids,
a girl, twelvish, and a toddler, three or four. His toys
were strewn about the yard. The grass was bare under one
tree in their front yard, victim to one too many
automotive projects. Another tree sheltered a clapped-
out motor home with NASCAR logos prominently displayed
in the rear windows.
I'd met wife and husband, both pretty decent people at
one level, just not exactly ready for high society. She
was thirty-something, chunky, ratty brown hair frizzed
from over-chemicalled colors and perms. He was chunky
also. Beer-bellied, a beard, seldom without a cap on his
head, and seldom in the front yard without a beer and a
cigarette.
Maybe that explained the reduced price on the house I
bought. Still, I wasn't there for status. I could keep
to myself and nobody bothered me, but if I was off on
the road for a few days, working, I knew they'd watch
over the place for me. Life was pretty good.
So there I was on a Saturday afternoon. I decided that
my company mini-van needed a washing, so I was out in
the driveway with a water-hose in one hand and a brush
in the other, not paying attention to much at all.
Washing cars doesn't exactly call for full
concentration.
That's why I was startled when I heard a voice.
"Watcha doin'?"
I jumped a little and turned. There was next door
neighbor girl, Haley, all five feet or so of her,
thinnish, wearing an oversized white T-shirt that hung
down to just about cover her shorts. Her hair was short
and brown and had enough curl to do a little flip at her
neck. Brown eyes. This wasn't going to be a supermodel.
This was going to be a very standard brown-eyed girl.
Plenty cute, but not meant to be on a swimsuit calendar.
"Uh," I smiled, "Lessee... Water hose. Brush. Wet car.
Oh, I know... I'm building a fence."
Her face looked amused. "Okay, so I'm not good at
starting a conversation," she laughed.
"Don't mind me. I'm just washing my car."
"Want some help?"
"You'll get all wet and messy."
"'s okay. I can go home an' change when it's over."
"Then I'd appreciate the help."
She grabbed the hose and wetted and rinsed as I washed
off the road dirt with the brush. We worked all the way
around the car and she did indeed get wet. In a white T-
shirt. Which became transparent. But she was twelve, and
I could see through the wet shirt that she had nipples
and the beginnings of bulges that presaged titties, but
nothing to get excited over.
"Squirt some water on the top," I said, "and I'll wash
it."
She complied and I tried reaching across the roof,
stretching tip-toed.
"Yah know," she said, "if you pick me up, I can get the
roof better."
"That's a good idea," I said. "Here. Hold this." I
handed her the brush. I put my hands around her waist
and hoisted her up. She was now at roof level and
supported herself by leaning across it. Her little butt
was at eye level for me. Okay. I peeked. A bunch.
"Move me down so I can get some more," she said.
I lifted her back up and sat her ass on my shoulder and
moved her. She kept working. Thoroughly wet.
Completely oblivious to anything. Just washing a car. We
worked our way around the car and finished.
I walked to the shed to put away the hose and brush and
she followed.
Turning around, I viewed her, wet from head to toe,
brown smudges on her white T-shirt doing little to
obscure little pink nipples that were pointing outward.
"You're a mess," I said. Your mom's gonna kill you."
"Nah," she said. "She won't even know. They left me by
myself this afternoon an' won't be home till six or
seven."
I guess I showed a questioning expression.
"Oh, they do it all the time. Gone visit step-dad's
brother. I can take care of myself."
"Oh," I said, "well, you know if you need anything while
they're gone, you can come ask me."
"Thanks, Mr. Bill," she said. "I'm gonna go change. See
ya!"
"Thank you, Haley," I said. I'd no more entered the
house than I heard a knock on the door. I opened it.
Brown eyes looked up at me.
"Sorry, Mr. Bill, but I locked myself out of the house.
I can't get in, an' I need to use the bathroom."
"Well, come in. You know where the bathroom's at." She
had previously visited when my ten-year-old daughter was
over for the "It's your weekend with your dad" weekends.
She went up the hall.
I heard the toilet flush, then Haley reappeared. I
looked at her. "You know, if you're not going to get
back in your house, we need to do something about those
wet clothes. I can put them in the dryer."
"Yeah, but what do I wear while they're in the dryer?"
Brown eyes questioned me.
"I can give you one of my old T-shirts. It'll fit you
like a nightgown. Would that be okay?"
"Yeah. I suppose so."
"Okay," I said, "go in the bathroom and get out of those
wet clothes and I'll pass you a shirt through the door."
I went up the hall to my bedroom and grabbed a T-shirt
out of my dresser, then returned to wait at the bathroom
door. It cracked open and I stuck the T-shirt in the
small hand that presented itself. She took the T-shirt
and handed me a pile of wet clothes.
"If you want, you can bop under the shower real quick to
get the mud off your face, too," I said, ever helpful.
From behind the closed door came "That's a good idea!"
"Okay," I said. "I'm gonna put these in the washer and
do a quick shower myself."
"'Kay"
Walking to the laundry room, I noticed that the stack of
clothes included a set of sky blue cotton panties. Wet
with water, but... Oh, what could it hurt to have a
little sniff. I sniffed the crotch of Haley's panties
and then stuck them in the washing machine and started
it. The whiff of little girl pussy worked its way into
my brain.
Back up the hall I went to the second bathroom and
showered. When I got out I donned my own T-shirt and a
pair of gym shorts that I tended to wear around the
house, temporarily forgetting that there was a twelve
year old girl in the house.
When I walked into the living room, there was Haley
surveying my collection of DVD's. She picked one and
turned. "Can we watch this?" she asked, presenting a
Disney movie.
"Sure," I said. I started the DVD player with her choice
and sat back and kicked up the footrest on my recliner
and sighed.
"Feels good, don't it?" she commented. She flopped on
her belly on the adjacent sofa and wiggled and when she
did, the hem of the T-shirt rode up to the top of her
thighs. I got a view of closed little girl thighs and
her butt cheeks. Nice view. Looked longer than I should
have.
The movie started and she started getting fidgety. The
T-shirt revealed more. Then she pulled one knee up
toward her chest and rolled back a little and for the
first time, I saw Haley's pussy, young, pink, innocent,
lips tightly closed, and she was completely oblivious of
her display.
Then she jumped up. "Mr. Bill," she said, looking
directly at my face, "can I sit in your lap to watch
TV?"
I was a bit taken aback. "Uh, Haley, I don't think
that's a good idea."
"Why?" And a little bottom lip out.
"Because you're a little girl and little girls aren't
supposed to sit in strange men's laps."
"I'm TWELVE. Almost thirteen! And you're not a strange
man. I've known you for a year."
"Yeah, but if people found out about it they'd put me in
jail for child molestation."
"Oh. THAT! Mom told me all about that. Even if I didn't
sit in your lap, if I told people you'd done stuff to me
they'd believe me and you'd be in trouble."
I wondered exactly what her mom had said all that for.
"That's right," I said, "so let's not invite trouble."
"Then let me sit in your lap." Determined look, then
hint of a smile.
"I must be crazy. Okay."
Squeal! And Haley bounced into my lap and my arms. And
snuggled down.
"Mmmmmm! I was cold after the shower. You keep it cold
in here."
"Yeah, that's why I work so hard, just so I can keep my
house cold."
"You're funny!"
"And you're a cute little girl."
"I'm NOT a little girl!"
"You weigh what, like ninety pounds? You're five feet
tall? Twelve? Oops, excuse me, ALMOST thirteen.
... Little. Female. Girl." I wrapped my arms around her.
She snuggled into me more and purred.
"Almost thirteen, you know. And I'm becoming a woman."
"In due time, no doubt," I teased.
"No, really!"
"In what way are YOU a woman?"
She looked into my face and smiled. "I got my period
already."
"Oh. That makes a difference."
"An' I know lots of stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Like what that lump is underneath me."
"See!" I said, "That lump is why you shouldn't be
sitting in my lap."
"But I WANT to!" Pout. " 'Sides, I already saw one."
I was curious now. "Whose did you see?"
"My step-dad's."
"He showed his to you?"
Indignant. "Course not. He didn't know I was looking."
She continued. "An' that's how I know stuff."
"So, exactly what kind of stuff do you know?" I asked.
"What a husband and wife do together."
"How'd you learn all this?"
"Peekin' through the crack in the door."
"Ooooh," I mused, "you peeked? Into their bedroom?"
"No," she said, "Mom an' step-dad do stuff in the den
sometimes, an' one night I was in bed an' wanted to get
something from the den an' I got up, and the door to the
den was almost closed and I could hear them talking, so
I peeked. They didn't know I was lookin' an' they were
playin' an' stuff."
I looked at her. She was obviously enjoying being able
to share this tale. "So what did you see?"
"Well," she said, "they were laughin, so I know they
were havin' fun. Step-dad was over Mom on the couch,
wearin' his baggy PJ's and they kissed and he got up an'
she reached in his PJ's and pulled out his thing and
played with it. At first I thought she hurt him because
of the sound he made, but she kept doing it and he put
his hand on the back of her head and she started sucking
on it. He acted like her REALLY liked that." She looked
at me to gauge my reaction.
"Yeah. Lots of guys like that."
She continued, "When she stopped, he kissed her. Like, I
thought, "GROSS" 'cause his thing was just in her mouth,
but they kissed a long time an' his hands were under her
night gown an' she was makin' noises like she was havin'
fun. Then he did something I couldn't believe."
I had a pretty good idea of possibilities, but I didn't
want to spoil Haley's telling. "What'd he do?" I asked.
"He pulled her panties off an' spread her legs and
licked her right on her pussy."
Little Haley knew what a 'pussy' was. Interesting
information, that.
"An' she REALLY liked that. She was holdin' his head an'
pushing her face in her pussy, an' she started shaking
an' all of a sudden just stopped. And he went up to her
face an' I could see his face was messy, an' they
kissed, then he took his PJ's off an' I could see his
whole thing, hair an' balls an' stuff. An' Mom climbed
on top of him an' put his thing in her pussy and they
moved up an' down an' back an' forth an' then he kind of
screamed an' just stopped moving. Then Mom got off him
an' his thing was floppy an' she licked it an' sucked
it. An' they started to get up so I ran back to my
bedroom."
"Well, Haley, you saw them having sex. Sounds like they
have fun doing it, too."
She looked at me, her eyes a little incredulous. "All
that stuff is normal, huh?"
"Yep. Sure is. People can bring pleasure to each other
in a lot of ways. You saw them doing oral sex to each
other, and then having intercourse."
Her eyes twinkled. "Intercourse is a nice way of saying
fucking, huh?"
"Yes, it's a nice way. I think "fucking" is a sort of
coarse word. "Intercourse" is too formal, though."
"So what do YOU call it?"
"I call it 'making love' or having sex or just doing it.
And I shouldn't be talking with YOU about it. You should
learn this from your mother."
"Oh, she told me some stuff. We've had The Talk. I know
that when guys get excited, their things get hard, and
if a guy sticks his thing in me and stuff comes out, I
could get pregnant. An' stuff like that."
"That's mostly true, Haley," I said.
"So then, the part about a guys' thing getting hard when
he gets excited, that part's true?"
"Yeah."
She smiled sweetly, "So why's YOURS hard?" And she
wiggled her butt against my dick to emphasize her
discovery.
"Hmmpphhh!" I snorted. "Because a pesky little girl's
rubbing her butt on it and it's got a mind of its own!"
Squeal! "It's because of ME!"
"Oh, yeah. I'm not supposed to be like that, but you're
pretty hard to ignore, sitting on my lap and all."
"Then it's MY hard!" Her hand slid under her ass and she
gave my dick a squeeze through those suddenly very
inadequate gym shorts.
My dick jumped. "Eeekkk!" escaped her lips. "Did I hurt
you?"
"No, sweetie," I said. "It's got a mind of its own, and
when it feels good, sometimes it jumps like that."
Smile. Eyes twinkle. Hand explored a little more.
I should have made her stop and explained to her about
older men taking advantage of young girls, but for some
reason those thoughts didn't cross my mind as that
little hand felt along my shaft. She reached down and
touched my bare leg and then ran her hand up inside the
leg of my shorts, finding the head of my dick. Her
fingertips brushed it, determining its dimensions, then
she squeezed it slightly. She bounced up and turned her
torso to face me, a knee on each side of me. And sat
down. And threw her arms around me and kissed me full on
the lips, softly, then harder. She drew back and spoke.
"You know you like this."
"I am sooooo going to jail, Haley. If anybody finds out,
I'm going to jail. That is, if somebody doesn't shoot me
first."
She giggled. "Don't worry Mr. Bill. I will never tell. I
promise. Really!" And she kissed me again. This time I
kissed back.
"So, what's the deal with 'french kissing' that the big
girls talk about?"
Ah! A teaching moment. "That's when two people kiss and
they open their mouths a little and touch tongues."
Twelve year old lips planted themselves against mine and
I felt a tongue brush my lips. I parted mine to welcome
it, and our tongues touched. She pulled back.
"So?" I asked, "what'd you think?"
"Let's do it again." Kiss. Giggle. "Let's do it again. A
bunch." I hugged my little Haley and we kissed for some
minutes. Finally, "Wow. I feel tingly all over. I like
that." She wiggled her butt and my dick jumped again.
"There it goes again!" She looked into my eyes. "I wanna
see it."
Okay. Now I KNOW I'm going to jail. "Okay."
Squeal. She jumped off me. I stood up.
"So what am I supposed to do, just drop my pants?"
"That'll work," she said, sitting in my recliner as I
stood before her.
"Okay," I said, "here goes." I hooked my thumbs into the
waistband of my shorts and slid them downward past my
thighs. They slid to my feet. I kicked free of them and
stood up. My dick was pointed upward at a happy angle.
"Woooow!" escaped her lips. Then, "I thought guys had,
like, hair down there."
"Guys do," I said, "but I shave mine."
"Why?"
"Feels good. Clean. Cool."
She smiled. "Okay. I thought the hair looked nasty
anyway." Pause. "Can I touch it?"
"Haley," I said, "now let's be serious. Not that it
matters to the law, because they never think there's a
right way for an adult and a young girl to play like
this, but I want to tell you this because I never want
to do something YOU don't want to do. Okay?"
She was paying attention. "Okay, Mr. Bill."
"If we're EVER doing something and you decide you want
to stop, all you have to do is say so, okay?"
"Okay."
"I never want to hurt you in any way, okay?"
"Okay. Can I touch it?"
"Yeah. You can touch it." And when her fingers touched
my hard dick, I thought I was going to die. My knees
almost buckled.
"Why don't we lay in the bed so I can play with it," she
said.
I scooped my little partner up in my arms and carried
her into the bedroom, depositing her in the middle of my
king-sized bed.
She giggled. "Wow! Now we have room to play!" She patted
the middle of the bed beside her. "Now, lay down."
I laid down on my back. Ol' Dickie was pointed up, ready
to cut diamonds.
Haley knelt beside my hips, sitting back. She reached
her hands out and took me in a two-handed grip, lightly,
then explored. "It's so hard, but it's so soft." She
sighed. Her fingers explored the head. "That's the
softest skin I've ever felt. Ever." She looked at me.
"Does this feel good?"
I smiled. "You touching it feels good."
She put her fingertip on the end of my dick. "Where's it
feel best?"
"That's the head. It's really sensitive. It likes to be
gently rubbed." She gently rubbed. "Then that ridge on
the underside, it likes to be rubbed, too. A little
harder." Two fingertips pressed on the ridge and slid
downward. I groaned.
"You're leaking. Is that pee?"
A drop of clear pre-cum was oozing out of the tip of my
dick. "No, sweetie, that's a lubricant. It comes out to
make it easier for a guy to get inside a girl. Girls
make the same stuff when they're excited. Touch it."
Curiosity overcame her and she touched a finger to the
drop, then pulled back. The pre-cum strung from her
finger to my dick. She rubbed it. "It's pretty slick,"
she said. "Now, I gotta know..."
"What?" I asked.
"So when Mom was sucking on Steve's (her step-dad)
thing, was this stuff, like, coming out?"
"Probably."
"So she got this in her mouth?"
"Yeah. Probably."
"She sounded like she liked it."
"Some girls do."
"Is this the stuff that makes babies?
"No," I said, "that comes later. When a guy gets really
stimulated, he releases semen. It's kind of white, milky
looking stuff. Some people call it "cum", I guess
because when it happens, a lot of guys say "I'm coming".
A realization crossed Haley's face. "You know," she
said, "They BOTH said that." She giggled.
"And," I continued, and I'm not sure why I brought it up
with Haley just now, "I had a vasectomy after my
daughter was born. The doctor fixed me to where my come
doesn't have sperm in it to make babies."
"Really? So then you can do it with a girl an' she
doesn't have to take those pills or use a condom or
whatever?"
"Right! As far as getting pregnant anyway. Condoms help
prevent diseases. If one of the partners has some kinds
of diseases, the other partner can get it during sex."
"Yeah," she said, "they told about all that stuff in
school." She looked at me seriously. "You don't have any
of those disease, do you?"
"No baby," I said, "I am disease-free. But you have to
trust your partner or you have to use condoms.
And condoms don't always work. To stop diseases OR to
stop pregnancy."
"Oooooh," she said, "they didn't tell us THAT in
school."
"It's the truth, baby. Safest sex is with somebody you
can trust not to have diseases from having sex with
other people."
"Oh," she said simply, looking at me with those brown
eyes. Then she looked down at my dick in her hand. The
lesson continued as little fingers explored my sex.
"Tell me about this," she said, touching my balls.
I explained about their function and their sensitivity
to pressure and what felt good to me and she paid close
attention, touching, probing, pinching, tugging, rolling
them around in her hands.
"Okay, so I gotta know," she giggled, tugging on my
dick. "What's the deal with sucking on it?
"Haley," I smiled, "Rubbing it makes it stimulated. If
it gets stimulated enough, I come, and stuff squirts
out. Just rubbing will do that. If it's a hand doing the
rubbing, it's called a hand job, or jerking off or
jacking off."
She stroked me and looked. "I've heard about some of
that," she said.
I continued. "A guy can do that to himself. A lot of
guys do it because it feels good and they don't need a
partner to do it. A girl can do it to her guy." She
smiled and stroked some more, getting the feel of just
sliding her hand with the skin of my dick up and down.
"But there are things that feel MUCH better," I
continued, and one of them is the mouth. A girl can put
a guy's thing in her mouth and then it's not only being
rubbed very nicely, but it's hot and wet and there's
suction, and that makes it feel much better. The crude
name for that is a "Blow job".
"So what happens to it if the girl is sucking on it when
it comes?"
"That's a good question. Some girls like the taste of
it, and suck on their guys a lot to get them to come in
their mouths. Some girls don't particularly like the
taste, but they know their guy likes the feel of being
sucked until they come, and the girl just swallows it.
Or waits until he's finished and spits it out. And some
girls just absolutely hate the idea and if they suck a
guy they stop before he comes in their mouth."
"Oh." Haley smiled. "I think Mom likes it. I've seen her
do Steve more than once. They don't know I saw."
I reached and stroked her hair, then down her side. Her
youthful skin was like velvet. She looked at me.
"That's a good feeling. I like that."
"You feel good. You're a cute girl, Haley!"
"Thank you, Bill," she said, the first time she didn't
precede my name with "Mister". She released my dick and
laid down in my arms on top of me and kissed me. As we
kissed, I let my hands wander over her body, shoulders,
hips, cupped her buttocks in my hands, then stroked her
hair as we kissed. When the last kiss broke, the pulled
her face back from me and looked into my eyes, then
giggled. "Bill, I think I want to try sucking you."
"Oh, Haley! I'd love that!" As she slid off me, I
scooted back in the bed, propping up my back against a
couple of pillows so I could see her better. She crawled
up between my legs and took my dick in her right hand as
she propped up on her left elbow.
Her eyes connected with mine. "Here goes!" she said. She
planted an experimental kiss on the head of my dick. It
pulsed. She was ready for that. The drop of pre-cum that
oozed out, I was worried that it would put her off, but
not my little Haley. Her pink tongue flicked out to
gather the glistening liquid and she pulled it into her
mouth and worked it a little bit. "Hmmm! Salty! I could
really LIKE this!" Another kiss on the end of my dick, a
little wetter, a little longer than those wonderful lips
parted and the head of my dick slid into a little bit of
heaven. Her lips sealed around the shaft of my dick
right behind the head. "Mmmmmmm!" she said, and I felt
every vibration throughout my being. She popped up.
"So," I asked, "what do you think?"
"I think it's, like, MADE for me to suck on." Her head
went back down and she sucked hungrily, then decided
that tongue should be part of this and worked me over
with her tongue. I let her play. She tried to see how
far down she could get. She turned her head and nibbled
and sucked on me like a corn cob. "Do balls like
sucking?" she asked.
"Yeah, just don't suck too hard on the balls themselves.
They're very sensitive. But the skin of my sack likes
being bitten and tugged, too."
New territory, she explored happily then went back to my
dick and sucked. "Balls are fun," she said, "but THIS is
made to suck."
I was happy she thought so.
Finally she looked at me. "So, what do I have to do to
get it to come for me?"
"Baby," I said, "I'm so close to coming right now..."
"I want you to come," she said. "I want to see what it's
like."
"Just keep sucking like you were doing. Maybe use your
hand to stroke it when you sucking, or play with my
balls. And it'll come."
She couldn't answer a word with my dick in her mouth.
Her hand jerked me in time with her sucks. I could feel
the pleasure building. "Ohhhh, Haley! Oh, my pretty
baby! Ohhhhh, Haley!" She reacted to positive
reinforcement. And learned fast.
"Ahhhhhh. It's coming, Haley! It's coming!" Her head
nodded in acknowledgment. "Ohhhhh, goddddddddd!" The
first spurt surprised her. She jerked her head back, my
dick leaving her mouth in time for the second spurt. It
splashed her pretty face. She had her mouth back on me
for the rest and I felt her swallowing. She kept sucking
as I finished. Finally she released me from her mouth.
"Wowwww!" she giggled. "That was something! You
surprised me. I didn't know I'd feel it squirt like
that. She wiped the dribble of semen off her face with
her fingers. I expected her to wipe her fingers on the
sheets. I was pleasantly surprised to see her stick
those semen-coated fingers into her mouth and suck them
clean. Then she kissed me. I could taste my own come in
her mouth and we kissed until all the taste was gone.
She was laying in my arms when she said, "Bill, now show
me stuff about ME!"
-= Chapter Two =-
"Sweet Haley," I said, "you've got many ways to let me
delight you." I curled around to kiss her neck and then
took a delicate pink ear in my lips. She writhed at the
pleasure of these new feelings. I kissed her neck
several more times then slid down to bring my lip sin
line with her chest.
No, there were no real titties there yet, just the
swellings of things soon to come, but here were a pair
of pink nipples pointing up hard and excited and the
first flick of my tongue brought a gasp. The second
brought Haley's hands to the back of my head and she
pulled my mouth down on her nipple. I sucked. I licked.
I bit lightly. Haley bucked and moaned.
"Bill's little Haley likes having her nipples sucked."
"Oh, god, yessss!"
"If she likes THAT, she's going to like other things..."
I paused briefly in my travels to dip my tongue in her
navel. More shivers. And I moved further down. I planted
kisses on her pubic mound. It had the lightest of fuzz
on it. I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much of it
into my mouth as I could and moaned, "Mmmmmm!"
"Gahhhhh!" she writhed. Her hands pushed at my head.
"Bill! Do something! I need you to DO SOMETHING!"
Little darling didn't know what to tell me to do. I had
ideas. I moved between her thighs and let my lips brush
her labia, my nostrils sucking in the smells of little
girl, hot little girl, musky, tangy, and waiting for my
tongue.
When my tongue hit her, her hands pulled on my head,
forcing my face into her wet pussy. I stopped teasing my
little Haley and after one good lick to gather her juice
into my mouth, I let my tongue find her little girl
button. The first lick of her clit, she KNEW what she
wanted me to do.
"Ahhhhh! Bill! Right there! Lick! Do Something!"
I licked. I spread her lips gently and sucked her little
clit between my lips and worked it with my tongue.
"Nnnnn. Nnnnn. NNNNNN!" I was having an effect on my
Haley. I kept licking. "Nnnnnn. Nnnnn.
Ohhhh! Shit! Ohhhh! Bill! I'm. I'm. I'm. It's. It's
COMING! Ohgodohgodogod! Ahhhhhh...."
Her body arched into my face as she climaxed... Then she
went limp. I scooped her into my arms and held her. I
kissed little kisses on her face, gently, as she
rejoined the world. Her eyelids fluttered and she opened
them. I saw her brown eyes as she focused.
"Oh, Bill. I love you!"
Twelve. "I love you." What could I say? "I love you,
too, Haley."
"That was the best thing that I have ever felt in my
whole life."
I smiled. "Sweet darling, I am glad I made you feel
good."
Her little hand reached down and wrapped around my semi-
hard dick. She stroked a couple of times and felt it
harden. "So, baby, can you show me about that
intercourse thing?"
"All in one day, Haley?" I was incredulous. "You just
sucked a guy off for the first time. Just had a guy eat
you till you came for the first time. And now you want
to do it?"
"I wanna do it with YOU, Bill."
"Sweetie, that's a BIG step. Sometimes it hurts pretty
bad the first time. Girls have this thing." I didn't
remember seeing that "thing", her cherry, but then I
wasn't exactly in a position to pay close attention with
her pulling my face into her pussy.
"Oh, THAT," she said. "Mom took me to the doctor when I
had my first period and he asked her if I was going to
use those things you stick in you, you know, tampons,
and she said I was if I could, an' he said he could fix
me so I could more easily but that it would take that
hymen thing almost away."
That was new knowledge to me.
"So you don't have to worry about that."
"Okay. Then still, you've never had anything inside
you."
"Fingers. My handle on my hairbrush. Just
experimenting."
"Well then why am I worrying? It's probably better the
first time if you get on top of me so you can go as slow
as you want."
"Me on top? You mean there are other ways?"
"Yes, doll, there are other ways. If you want, we can
try them sometimes. But today, Haley is on top."
I rolled over on my back. Haley surveyed the guy she'd
just sucked off and who'd just eaten her to raging
climax, and that guy had a hard dick. She bent over and
sucked me. We both moaned, then realized we both moaned
and laughed. She straddled me. I looked at those brown
eyes.
She was astride my hips now, lowering herself, and her
pussy made contact with my dick, pressing it against my
belly. She slid back and forth a few times, rubbing my
dick against her clit.
"Hmm!" she said. "This has possibilities!" Then she
raised up, releasing my dick to let it pop up. She moved
her hips to put the head of my dick in between her pussy
lips and began to search for the head with her hole.
Finally she reached underneath herself with her hand,
grabbed my dick and guided the head into her hot wet
hole. She pressed down. The head slowly forced its way
in. She stopped pushing to savor the feeling, then
pushed further, then pulled out, then pushed back in,
this time a little deeper. I watched her face. She was
concentrating, biting her bottom lip, and she kept on,
up, down, each time a little more, my dick in the grip
of a hungry, yet virgin pussy. Finally, one last thrust
and our bodies met.
"It's ALL the way in!" She sighed. "Oh, Bill! You're IN
me!" and she started small, even strokes, getting used
to the feel of a dick inside her. Then the strokes got
more insistent. She was feeling the fullness and the
friction inside her, but her button was on the outside
looking for something to rub against, so Haley bent
forward, rotating her hips so her clit was making
contact with the base of my dick with each stroke, and
that was what she was looking for. Once she found it,
the game was hers. She was riding me like a rocking
horse, her hips plunging down, then up and forward. I
was trying to let her find her own way, but I couldn't
help it. I had to move.
Soon I was meeting her strokes with my own. "Oh.Oh.Oh."
came from her lips with each stroke. "Mmmm.MMMM.Mmmm"
Now she was biting her lip. 'Oh.oh.oh." Her strokes
became longer and harder. Ohhhh. Gahhhh! Ohhhh! Billlll!
I'm. Coming! Gahhhhhh! Ohgodogod ohhhhh!" And her last
shuddering stroke pushed me over my own cliff and I
spurted into her virgin pussy. I did a couple of strokes
in time with the spurts then her pussy finished wringing
me out.
She collapsed into my arms and we lay together in post
climax bliss. Finally she turned her face to mine and
kissed me and her hand touched my face. "Oh, Bill,
you're so wonderful. I love you."
Finally I had the presence of mind to go put her clothes
in the dryer and for the hour the clothes dried, we
played with each other, teasing, licking, sucking.
I thought I heard a car and she looked out the window.
Her parents were home. She bounced out of my house to
meet them, looking back over her shoulder once.
I got a phone call five minutes later, her mom thanking
me for taking care of her while they were gone.
"I know what pain in the butt she can be, she said.
"Nah. No problem. She's a good kid. She plays with my
daughter all the time. She's always welcome."
The next day was Sunday. I was out puttering in my yard.
I heard light footsteps behind me and turned.
There was Haley.
"Hi, Mr. Bill," she said brightly. "How are YOU today?"
"Fine," I said, "And you?"
"I'm sore. I'm limping. Mom asked what was wrong. I told
her I hurt myself climbing a tree." She giggled. "That's
ALMOST the truth, you know."
"How?"
"I was climbing a pole." She smirked. "Can we go in for
a second?"
"Sure." I wasn't going to cross Haley. She held my life
in her hands after yesterday's three hours of weakness.
Bliss, yes. But weakness. And danger.
We walked inside.
"I'm telling her I'm borrowing your DVD. But this is
what I really want." She jumped up on my wrapping her
legs around my waist and kissed me full on the mouth,
her tongue invading my mouth ravenously.
My tongue met hers.
I found that I WAS hungry for this little girl. My hands
explored her clothed torso. Our kiss finally broke.
"Bill, I want TIME with you again. SOON!"
"Haley, we have to be very careful. If we get caught, I
go to jail for a long time."
"I know," she said. "I'll be careful. But I DO want
you."
And before she walked out the door she reached over and
squeezed my dick and giggled.
A day passed. I came in from work, headed straight to
the shower, got out, back into my gym shorts and after a
sandwich for supper, I was lounging around on the sofa
trying to find something on TV. I heard a knock at the
door. A little knock. I opened the door, and there was
Haley.
"Hi," she said, "Miss me?"
I smiled. She wasn't particularly pretty, but her smile
and her eyes were infectious with happiness.
"Yeah. I really did." And I wasn't lying. "Can you come
in?"
Eyes smile as well as mouths. Hers did. "Yeah. I can.
For a little while, like I need to go home at dark."
It got dark at eight in the summer. She bounced in,
shutting the door behind her and turning the lock.
"Just in case," she said. And then she attached herself
to me, arms around my neck.
I had to bend over to kiss her. I bent over, and our
mouths merged. She had that tongue thing down pat now.
What a great little kisser she was. She broke loose and
took me by the hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. "I
like your bed."
She stood beside it throwing clothes off and in a few
seconds was naked. I started undressing myself and
joined her. She was on all fours on the bed waiting for
me and wrestled me on my back and plastered herself
full-length on top of me. Her face met mine again and we
kissed some more. My hands explored her slight body,
savoring the touch of her skin with my fingertips, my
hands tracing her sides, measuring the curve where thigh
joined lovely little ass.
"Mmmmmm," she said, "You know, I've been thinking of
this for two days?"
"Mm-hmm," I said, through our kisses. "Me too. You made
quite an impression on me, sweetie."
Finishing a kiss, she started sliding down my torso,
stopping with her face at chest height. "Guys got
nipples too. Does it feel good when they're messed
with?"
"It's a weakness, darling," I said. "It's like a wire
goes from my nipples to my dick."
Her little mouth closed over my left nipple and my dick
jumped. "Ooooo! I see what you mean!"
I looked down to see laughing brown eyes looking up at
me as she teased my nipples with her tongue.
"Ohhhhh, Haley, you're wonderful!" She took the
encouragement to experiment a little and I ended up with
this little doll nibbling my nipple right at the edge
between pleasure and pain. Then she slid further down.
My dick was rock hard and pushing upward against her
chest. When she raised up, it was pointing at her face.
She looked at it, then looked at me. "I think it misses
Haley," she said. Looking again, "Awww, it's crying. I
see a tear." She looked at me wickedly. "Let me kiss
that tear off." Her head bobbed down and her lips closed
behind the head of my dick. I could feel her tongue
swirling over the head, lapping up the pre-cum. "Mmmmm,"
she moaned with my dick in her mouth. She popped it out.
"I really like that." She went back to sucking.
"Haley, you have to stop. I'm gonna come too fast."
"So, why do you think I'm sucking you?"
"But..."
"Silly," she said, punctuating her conversation with
little kisses and sucks on my dick, "I LIKE doing this.
Why would you want to wait to feel good?"
Who could argue with logic like that? I relaxed backward
onto pillows and watched the magic being worked on my
dick by this twelve year old. "Ahhhhh, Haley...." It
wasn't long in coming. Her hand was jacking my shaft in
time with her mouth's suction and her tongue's swirling.
"Unnnnn. Haley. Nnnnn. You're. Mmmmm. Getting. Mmmmm.
Real. Ahhhh! Close!"
Head bobbed up. "I know, baby!" Head bobbed back down. I
was amazed how far down the shaft she went. I wasn't
big. Just normal, maybe six inches, and she got almost
all of it, and sucked as she pulled back. "Mmmmm!
Juicy!" Sucking, stroking.
I put my hand on the back of her head, twining her hair
in my fingers. I didn't push. I didn't hold her down. I
just touched her.
"Mmmmm," she said.
"Ahhhh, Haley, my little darling... Nnnnnngnnnnghhhh!"
and I cut loose. Her mouth didn't miss a bit. My first
jet. Suck. Second squirt. Suck. Third, Suck. Finally the
squirting stopped. The sucking didn't, as her mouth
sucked me dry.
Finally realizing her goal, she looked up from my
softening dick and smiled. "My Bill enjoyed that, huh?"
I pulled her up to me and kissed her. "Yeah, little
darlin', I did!"
She knelt between my legs, wiping a stray blob of semen
into her mouth. She flashed mischievous eyes at me when
she did that, making a big deal of sucking her finger as
she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Then she giggled.
"Wanna do me?" Smile.
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do," I said. I sat
up and we hugged. Then kissed. I stroked her hair and
smelled the top of her head, shampoo and little girl,
delightful. I turned her around in my arms and laid her
back in the bed, her head on pillows, and I laid over
her, kissing her face, then her neck, then lingered for
a while on her little nipples. I moved down, lapping at
her navel, bringing shudders of pleasure and giggles.
Both her hands touched my head pushing me down.
"There, silly!" I found her pussy wet and ready and I
licked her happily as she moaned. She held me in her
pussy as I fastened my mouth over her little clit. In a
couple of delicious minutes she was getting close, if
the bucking of her hips was any indication. There were
other subtle indications like, "Bill!" Lick." Breathe.
"Me." Breathe. "There!" Breathe. "Ohhhhh! Goddddd!
Ohhhh, Bill, Nnnnnnnnggghhhhhh! Ahhhh!" And my little
girl lover came.
I slid up beside her and cuddled her to my chest. She
nestled in my arms, purring in post-orgasmic glow.
Then her hand reached up and guided my face toward hers.
She kissed me.
"Somebody's got pussy juice all over his face," she
giggled, signaling the end of the sweet, soft cuddling.
She gently pushed me onto my back. Then she kissed and
licked my face, a unique experience, telling me, "I need
to get you cleaned up!" and giggling. During this
activity her left hand slid down my belly to find my
dick. It was easy to find. It was hard again, jutting up
at a happy angle.
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and she pumped it a
few strokes and said, "Look what I found!"
"If you found it, it's yours, then. Finders keepers, you
know."
Those brown eyes laughed. "If it's mine, then I have to
find a place to keep it, huh?" Next move was her
astraddle of me, her little hand guiding my dick into
her tight pussy. She bit her lip in concentration as she
eased the alien bit of my flesh into her body, pushing
down a bit, raising up, down a little further, raise up,
finally I felt her pubic bone against mine. The twinkly
eyes again. "There! Isn't THAT the PERFECT place for
it?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "It's never been anyplace better.
Never."
"Really?"
First, what idiot would tell the girl whose pussy he was
in right now that it wasn't the best ever, and second,
this WAS the best ever, tight, hot, not just willing,
but enthusiastic and excited. She started riding me.
"Oh, Haley," I said. "You're wonderful, baby!"
I put my hands on her hips and she put her hands on my
chest and worked her pelvis up and down and back and
forth and I met her strokes with my own. This being my
second orgasm of the day, it didn't immediately begin to
spurt into her hot, willing little pussy. She
experimented with rhythms and angles and smiled sweetly
for a few minutes as we enjoyed each other. Slowly,
though, her eyes took a faraway look and I heard "huuuh,
huuuh, mmmm, mmmm, huuuh" from her lips. She was getting
ready to come again while fucking me. So was I. I shoved
upward as deeply as I could with each of her strokes,
our pubic bones clashing wonderfully, and then she'd
back off me, pulling my juice-smeared dick almost all
the way out, then we'd surge back together.
"Oh, my sweet Haley," I cried, "Ahhhhh. Haley! Uhhhhh!"
"Mmmmm. Bill. Push. Hard. Mmmmm. Make. Me. Come!" I
tried my darnedest. I was almost beyond control but I
managed to put a little wiggle into her when we bottomed
out. "That's it! Again!" She was getting loud. At least
it seemed that way to me. "Guuuhhhhhh! Oh. That's. It!
Mmmmmmppphhhhh! Ah!" She froze in mid-stroke and the
quick pause was timed to my first spurt of semen deep in
her little pussy. She felt it and pushed down, getting
the second as deep inside her as possible, then as I
rocked, trying to add more wonderful sensations to my
own orgasm, she rode with me. I felt her pussy walls
gripping and releasing.
"D'you feel that?" She asked.
"Gad, yes! That's wonderful!" I answered. My hands went
up to tweak her nipples and she lowered herself to lie
on top of me. When she moved up high enough to kiss me,
my softening dick fell out of her sopping pussy.
"Oops! It fell out," she said. I got a quick peck on the
lips and she spun around to face my wet dick.
"It's soft and wet," she announced gleefully, and then
she proceeded to clean it with her mouth.
She was laying diagonally across me now, so I put a hand
in between her legs and pushed her to swing in line with
me. Her thighs parted naturally, presenting me with a
freshly fucked pussy gaping open very slightly, with an
oozing flow of my come mixed with her own juice. I
couldn't resist. She was short, so in order for me to
get to her pussy while she was sucking my dick, I had to
curl up a bit, but I made that sacrifice and my tongue
licked right up the middle between those firm young
lips.
From down near my groin came gleeful squeal. "Ooooo,
Bill!" We cleaned each other's private parts, a fact
made obvious by her announcement of "There! Now it's ALL
clean!" then rolling sideways off me. She scooted around
to lie alongside me and cuddled up against me. I turned
on my side to face her.
"Oh," she said, "by the way. I liked THAT position,
too!"
"What position?"
"Like we just were, where I can suck on you an' you can
suck on me."
"Oh." I smiled. "I like it too. You're sweet. And cute."
And I kissed her on the tip of her nose.
"Mmmm. We can do better than that." And she kissed me
full on the mouth, lips parted, and our tongues played
together.
We lay in embrace for minutes, trading little kisses and
caresses. "You know," said Haley, "I think it would be
neat if I could spend the night with you."
"Mmm-Hmmm," I said, "but how are we going to do that?"
She pursed her lips in thought. "Well, I could say I'm
spending the night when your daughter's over here for
the weekend."
"We can't do anything when my daughter's here, Haley.
Are you crazy?"
"No, silly! I'll just SAY she's here. And she won't be."
"That might just work." I filed the thought away for
future use. First, I didn't know how long this "thing"
with Haley would last. I mean, twelve year old kids
aren't notoriously consistent. She could just get tired
and move on to other interests. Second, I could end up
in jail if word of our involvement got out. And third,
this was the week I was supposed to have my daughter,
Deena, over for the weekend. Deena was two years younger
than Haley and they really didn't get along that well.
Two years is a big age difference, but Haley made the
best of it before because there were, quite simply no
other kids in our little neighborhood even close to her
age. Most of the homes were owned by either colder
couples with no kids at home, or a younger couple whose
two kids were under the age of seven.
Haley and I played together a little longer, then she
got dressed to go home. I noted she was still walking
rather gingerly. "Are you okay, sweetness?" I asked.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You're walking funny, like you're hurt."
"I told Mom I fell out of a tree."
"You told me that."
"I guess I'm a little sore. That's the first time, the
other day. This is the second. It'll take me a while to
get used to this." She grabbed my crotch playfully and
grinned at me. "But I WILL get used to it."
-= Chapter Three =-
Towards the end of the week my daughter called and
announced that she'd like us to go to a movie after I
picked her up on Friday. I told her I'd have to check on
some things, but we could probably do that.
***
The next day I saw Haley in her yard. When she saw me,
she came over. "Hi, Haley," I said, maintaining
propriety in case we were seen or overheard.
"Hi, Mr. Bill," she said. Her voice was demure. Her eyes
weren't. They were playful and mischievous. I told her
about the proposed movie trip and asked if she wanted to
go with us.
"Sure!" she said. "Thanks! I'll ask Mom, but she's
usually just glad to get me out of the house."
That was a sad truth. Haley was a "first marriage" kid
and her mom devoted much more effort to second husband
and their toddler son offspring. Haley was often left to
devise her own entertainment.
I guess now I was part of that.
Friday came. I left work and picked up daughter at her
mom's house. That's when things got changed. Her mom
came out to the car. "I need you to bring Deena back
home after the movie. We're going on a road trip this
weekend. I hope you don't mind."
Yeah, it was always okay when ex-wife wanted to change
up the schedule, but when I wanted to, it was a
different story. But that wasn't something to go to war
over. "Sure," I said. "We'll catch up later."
Deena bounced out to the car and hopped in. We pulled
out of her mom's drive. "We goin' to the movie?"
"Sure, baby. Haley's gonna come with us."
"Daaad! Why's she coming?"
"Because she doesn't get a chance to go to the movies,
and because she likes you and because you're nice to
people."
"Oh, alright..."
"And if you're nice, when the movie's over we can do the
Food Court." Bribery will do wonders to alter the
attitude of a ten year old.
I went back by my own house and found Haley waiting in
my drive, scrubbed fresh, dressed in a simple cotton
blouse, a clean pair of shorts, and athletic shoes. Her
hair was brushed to a shine, her curls causing it to do
a cute flip at her neck and jaw line. She jumped in the
back seat. We drove to the mall and went into the movie.
I was wondering about the seating arrangement, but I
kept my mouth shut and ended up with my daughter on one
side and Haley on the other. We looked like the standard
dad with his daughter and her friend. I did feel her
little head leaning against my shoulder and she wrapped
her arms around my biceps during a dramatic scene, but
all in all, she was the picture of a proper young girl
all evening.
After the movie, Food Court, as promised. I bought Haley
her choice, as I did for myself and my daughter.
Finally, it was back in the car and back home.
"Haley, I'm gonna drop Deena at her mom's before we go
home," I said.
"Oh," said Haley.
"Yeah," piped Deena. "Tomorrow we're goin' to Six Flags
with our church group. We have to get up early."
"Darn!" said Haley. "I wish I was goin'. I guess I'll
have to do something else to have fun."
Soon we were backing out of the drive after having
dropped Deena off. Haley had moved to the front seat
beside me and her hands were no longer those of that
proper young lady from the mall. She was twisted
sideways in her seatbelt, her left arm was wrapped
around my right arm, and her right hand was teasing in
my lap.
"Somebody's hard," she giggled.
"It's not nice to tease a guy, Haley."
"It's not teasing when you're gonna sleep with 'im," she
giggled.
I turned for a quick glance. "Huh?"
"You didn't listen? I told you that I told Mom I was
spending the night with Deena. I didn't KNOW Deena
wasn't going to be here."
"Uh, Haley, this might be a little soon for us to try
this."
"B-b-but, Bill, they think I'm spending the night. They
went to stay at my uncle's cabin at the lake. They're
having a party an' they're not driving back tonight. I
HAVE to stay with you." There was a hint of a quiver in
her voice.
"Oh, okay, little sweetness." What a horrible thought,
that I'd have to spend the night with this little sexpot
cutie.
We parked in my driveway and she said, "See!" holding up
a grocery bag. "I have my PJ's and clothes for
tomorrow."
"Well, darlin', let's get inside before somebody starts
taking pictures."
We were in the house, it was nine o'clock, and I needed
a shower. "Find something on TV while I get a shower,
baby," I said. I went up the hall to my bedroom,
retrieved my own gym shorts, what I used to lounge
around in the evening, and then hit the shower.
I thought I heard the door open. Then the shower door
showed a blurred figure right before it slid open and a
naked twelve year old girl joined me.
"Don't ya know," she said, "Showering with a friend
saves water."
Cute. Naked, wet, and cute. We made a game of bathing
each other. She spent a long time on my dick and balls,
and I lathered up her chest and lavished care on her
just-developing breasts. Finally, we rinsed off and I
got out. She toweled off and watched as I shaved and
brushed my teeth. I tossed her a second towel so she
could dry her hair more thoroughly.
"Don't ya have a hair dryer?"
"Oh, yeah. Bottom drawer." There was a hair dryer,
remnant of a girlfriend long since moved on.
She plugged it in and started drying her hair. I took
over, loving the opportunity to care for this little
delight. "So," I said, "where are your PJ's?"
Her eyebrow arched when she looked at me. "Bill. Do you
really want me to put on my PJ's?"
"Okay. It's up to you. I don't want you to think I have
you here just for sex."
She moved against me, threw her arms around me, and
hugged me. Hard. "You make me feel good, Bill. Not just
because we do sex stuff together. Because you are nice
to me. An' you didn't have to be." I looked down at the
little face turned up toward me. I lifted her up in my
arms and kissed her, not a hot "I want sex" kiss, but a
"gee, you need to know how special you are" kiss.
"You're special to me, Haley. Really."
"I love you, Bill," she said, simply. Honestly.
"Haley, you're twelve..."
"Almost thirteen," she interrupted.
"Okay," I said, "thirteen. That's awfully young to be
telling a man you love him. Especially when the man is
as old as I am."
She looked kind of sad. "But, you don't think I'm old
enough to know I love you?"
"No, sweetie, I think you love me now, but you're young
and you're gonna find other loves, boys your own age,
and give them your love."
"But do you love me?"
"Yes, I do. In a lot of ways. Some of them I shouldn't.
You're too young for me to feel like this. I wish I was
thirty years younger, then I could love you and it would
be all right."
"Bill," she said, "I know some boys my own age. They're
immature jerks and idiots. I don't see anything in any
of them that I like even a little bit as much as I like
you. An' you've always been nice to me."
I reflected back to the beginning when I first met her.
I was nice to her ever since the first day she bounced
into my yard as I was moving in. We'd shared cold drinks
and she'd sat under the shade tree in late evenings in
the summer, and we'd talked about the things a pre-teen
girl wants to talk about, although she seemed to be more
interested in more mature subjects. I didn't think that
I was doing anything special though. I guess I was
wrong.
"That's because you're a sweet girl and people are
supposed to be nice. But yes, you're different, and I
love you."
"Thank you," she said quietly. "It's not just the sex
stuff." She looked into my face and her eyes took a
twinkle. "But that sex stuff is... Wow!" She giggled.
"We're both naked. That gives me ideas."
"I suppose it does." I let her slide down my body and
her pussy caught my hard dick.
"Mmmmm," she said. "I like that part." She wiggled past
it and went down on her knees, looking up at me. Her
right hand wrapped around my shaft and her left hand
cupped under my balls. She bounced them in her hand
experimentally. "They're heavy. You got some stuff for
me?"
I groaned. "Haley, how is it that you do exactly the
right thing in exactly the right way?"
Her head moved forward and her lips gave way as she
pushed her mouth over my dick. Then the suction began as
she moved me in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmmm," came
from around my dick.
"Ohhhhhh, Haley!"
She released me from her mouth and stood up in a bounce.
"Come on! Let's go to bed!"
I couldn't argue with that idea. She got to the edge of
the bed and crawled onto it on hands and knees.
I jumped on top of her, trapping her under my body and
wrapped her in my arms. She giggled gleefully.
"It's pokin' me!"
"It likes you. Besides, YOU made it that way."
"Haw!" she said, "It STAYS that way."
"Not until YOU came along, doll," I said. I was telling
the truth. The last year had seen the departure of the
last girlfriend and I hadn't bothered to track down
another. Sex? Nothing outside my hand. Okay, just MAYBE
there was a picture of a cute little brown-haired girl
in the fantasy that accompanied my jerking hand, but
sex? Just wasn't important. Now, when Haley was in
sight, I had a perpetual erection. I poked it gently
against her rear.
"Hey! You could put it in me like this!"
"See!" I laughed, "one of the things I like about you is
how smart you are!"
"Well, you said there were other positions, 'member!"
"Yeah, and you've discovered one of them."
"I wanna try it this way." She bounced on the bed. I
surveyed the pink pussy lips peeking from between her
thighs. The lips were glistening with juice already. I
bent over and kissed her and tongued her sweet slit.
"Now!" She wiggled against my face. "I wanna see how it
feels like this."
"Okay, sweetie," I said. "I'm gonna go slow, though." I
positioned myself behind her upturned ass, spread my
legs, knees on either side of her. I inched forward,
leading with my dick in my hand. The head contacted her
sweet lips and pushed between them. I moved it up and
down the entire length.
"Mmmmm," came to my ears.
I pushed a little further forward on the next pass with
the head of my dick and the head found her sweet hole. I
eased into her. About an inch in, I was rewarded with
her own backward lunge, burying me entirely in her
pussy. My balls bounced off the lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, Bill," she said, "this is wonderful." She moved
forward, sliding off me, then back, to put me fully in
her. My balls slapped her again. "I feel that! I feel
your balls." She was resting her face on her arms, head
low, ass in the air, pussy impaled by my dick.
"You're comfortable?"
"Ohhh, Bill, I'm waaaay past comfortable." I gripped her
hips, one hand on each side, and did an experimental
thrust. I was rewarded with a purr. I started thrusting
in and out of her. "Gaaahhhh, baby," she cried, "that's
toooo good..."
"Baby," I said, stopping the thrusts, "that's a problem.
It feels TOO good. I'm gonna come too fast this way."
"So," she said, "isn't that the object?" She did her own
thrusting, and when she wasn't, her pussy was squeezing
me.
"Are you doing that on purpose?"
Giggles. "Doing what?" she asked innocently.
"Hah! You KNOW what."
"You like it?"
"I love it. You're amazing."
"Then let me make you come." A twelve year old girl was
in front of me, impaled on my dick, and she wanted to
make me come.
I thrust. Indescribable feelings ran through my entire
being.
"Bill, it's okay if you're rougher with me. I'm not
gonna break, you know. Do it hard. Do what makes YOU
feel good."
I was cleared for what came next. I pounded her, each
thrust as deep as I could get it, I could feel my balls
bouncing against her pussy. I could feel waves deep
inside me building. And my abandon had an effect on
Haley.
"Mmm. Bill! Oh. Mmmm. Hard! Iloveit! Bill. Hard! Mmmm.
Please! Mmmmm." Haley was coming.
So was I.
I broke loose. My first spurt came with me hauling her
butt tight against me. Her pussy was milking me.
"Haley! You doll. I'm coming! Gahhh. Nnn. Hnnnn!"
And she was going too. "Mmmmmnnnnghhhhh! Bill! GAhhhhh!"
We fell over on our sides. For a few seconds, the only
sound was our ragged breathing. Finally she stirred.
"mmmmmm! Baby, remember the other day when we cleaned
each other?"
How could I forget sixty-nining this little doll. I told
her so.
"Ya wanna?"
"What's taking you so long to get here?"
Giggle. Bed bounced. Little girl headfirst down my torso
ending up with her face at my dick. Warm lips hungrily
sucking and licking. And there in front of me was a
sopping, dripping pussy, its owner expecting it to be
emptied of its juicy load. I curled forward to comply. A
few minutes later, we were finished and she turned
around to snuggle with me.
"Bill, that was fantastic. Is it okay to say I love you
now?"
"Awww, Haley, it's one of the very best times. And yes,
I love you too."
"Really, Bill? Not just because I have sex with you and
not because I'm a kid an' you love kids? LOVE love?"
I don't know what made me say what I said next, but I
determined in that moment that I'd go as far with this
as Haley wanted. She was almost thirteen, and I figured
that her "love" might last two weeks or two months, some
finite time period that was the pre-teen version of
"forever". "Yes. LOVE love, Haley."
Haley purred and turned those big brown eyes to me.
"Love like that is forever, Bill."
"Sweetie," I said, "I will love you forever. However
long that is for you, baby."
"Forever is forever."
Okay. Tonight I left it at that. I scooted down a little
and kissed her delicious neck, her curls brushing my
face. She writhed in pleasure.
"Where are places like that on you, baby?" she asked.
"Oh, my neck works just like yours." That statement
rewarded me with a shower of kisses and bites.
"So, how do you get a hickey?"
"What do YOU know about hickeys?"
"Mom gets 'em all the time."
"Oh." At least Haley got that much from her "family",
that an active sex life was not a bad thing. "When you
kiss, you suck real hard. It makes a bruise under the
skin. Some people get 'em easier than others."
A pair of twelve year old girl's lips fastened to my
neck.
"And DON'T give me a hickey. How would I explain a fresh
hickey when you're supposed to be spending the night
with my daughter here?
"Yeah, I suppose so." She kept kissing my neck, then she
moved down my chest and fastened on my left nipple,
teeth and tongue working me over. She knew what that did
to me from a previous experience.
Her hand snaked down to find my dick to verify. "I like
it when it moves like that."
She was feeling experimental and my balls were the
object of her play. I guided her through teeth and
sucking and she found a spot underneath the rear of my
sack that made my dick jump. Jumpy dicks get put in
little girls' mouths.
***
Our next hours devolved into happy play as we sampled
each other. Another hard-on. Haley found out about the
missionary position. My second thrust into her and her
legs wrapped around me and never let go until she did.
And I did. And we did.
Laying together in the afterglow, I asked, "Haley, have
you ever slept in the nude?"
"Nuh-uh. Why?"
"Your shoulders will get cold. You might wanna put on
your PJ top."
"Tell ya what, babe," she said, "I've never slept in the
nude before, an' I want the first time to be in YOUR
bed, so that's what I'm gonna do."
"Okay, sweetie. Just sayin'."
She fixed me in a glare. "An' YOU sleep in the nude,
too. I get to say, you know."
I laughed. "Yes, YOU get to say. And it's getting late."
"Not like you could say 'it's bedtime', huh?"
My baby has a sarcastic streak. I loved her even more. I
turned out the light and Haley snuggled into my arms. A
little hand encircled my dick. Okay, that was good. I
stroked her pretty hair and then cupped her ass cheek
with my hand. I thought the hand on my dick was going to
lead to something, but it was like security blanket to
her. I kissed her forehead lightly through her bangs and
said, "Good night, sweet Haley."
"Mmmmm," was the response. In a few minutes her
breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep. I
followed her into dreamland. As I was drifting off, she
moved slightly and her hand gripped my dick again. We
slept. I think she probably slept more than me. I was
used to sleeping by myself, and twelve year old Haley
was, too, and she was a tangle of legs and arms that
flopped on me throughout the night. But I just moved her
to a comfortable configuration each time and went back
to sleep with this little cutie.
***
I woke up to a pleasant warm wetness in my crotch. My
hand explored the cause and came up with a tousled head
of brown hair. Haley. "Haley." I said.
"You know how fun it is to suck on you?"
"No, but from the way you do it, it must be fun. How
about turning around and letting ME have something to
play with." Bounce. Giggle. Sixty-nine. And before eight
o'clock we both had orgasms. And were cuddled up again.
Finally we got out of bed, got dressed, and I drove us
out for breakfast.
When we got back, her family was back too.
We walked in the house so she could her clothes. When
the door closed, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around
my hips and fastening her lips to my mouth. Hot kisses
ensued.
"Bill, I love you. I love you this morning, an' every
morning."
'I love you too, my little Haley."
She looked over her shoulder at me as she crossed the
yard for home.
From that point, life went on. Our trysts worked out to
two or three times a week. Overnights were every couple
of weeks. Later in the summer I took Haley on vacation
with me. I got the feeling that her mom and step-dad
were just glad to have Haley out of the house and out
from under-foot. They thought she was vacationing with
me and my daughter.
School started, Haley hitting the eighth grade. Autumn
afternoons found her and me under the tree in the front
yard working on homework. Deeper into the school year,
my Haley was an honor student, something that had
previously not happened. It wasn't that she wasn't
smart. She possessed a natural intelligence and quick
mind. It's just that nobody in her family was a believer
in education, nor able to help her over the rough spots.
Having an engineer for a lover and best friend changed
that.
Best friend? Yes. Still no kids in the little
neighborhood at Haley's age. Parents ignored her. I was
who Haley talked to. Yeah, she came over when my
daughter was here, but still there was no real
connection between them. So when my car pulled in the
drive, Haley was waiting for me, usually with school
books, but sometimes just to visit. You had to be really
oblivious to the glow she wore when she left sometimes,
but her parents really were oblivious.
Her parents and I, we had discussions. Haley's mom
caught me outside puttering one day.
"Hey, Bill," She said.
"Oh, hi, Marie." I said. "How ya doing?"
"Pretty good actually. Steve's been working steady this
year."
"Yeah," I said. "I see him comin' an' goin'. Helps
things, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," she said, brushing her lusterless hair out of
her face with a hand holding a Marlboro. "I kinda wanted
to talk to you about Haley."
Uh-oh, I thought. Here it comes. "She's a sweet, smart
little girl."
"I guess," said Marie. "Sometimes she's a pain in the
ass, too."
"Kids can be that," I said. "My daughter's a handful."
"But," she says, "she's gotten a lot better since she
started hangin' around with you an' your daughter.
School. Grades're better."
"Yeah. She showed me her report card. I work with her on
homework sometimes."
"Well, what I'm sayin' is that Steve an' I appreciate
it. Just wanted to tell you. Sometimes I feel like I
don't pay enough attention to her, but with the baby an'
a new husband and all, well..."
"Oh, don't worry about it. You do what you can. Kids
usually manage to live through it and turn out okay.
Haley's always been easy for me to deal with. Reminds me
of my little sister." Except I and my little sister
weren't fucking each other silly every chance we got,
but I didn't say that part.
"Well, we appreciate it. But if she's ever too much
trouble, send her home."
I got brave. "Oh, she's no trouble. She could live
here."
And her stepdad Steve came over one day. I was working
on the lawn mower. Steve was holding his beer can. "Hey,
bud," he says, "Need help?"
"Hey, Steve. Nah. Got it one more time. Gonna get a new
one next year. You're working a lot, I see."
"Yeah, they lettin' me run a crew now. Full time.
Overtime. Steady. It's good money. Not that engineer
money, but good for a redneck welder."
"Uh-huh. Glad to hear it, Steve. You're gonna need a
vacation before long."
"Yeah," he said. "Hey. Haley's coming over here a lot."
Uh-oh. Here goes. "Yeah. She started hanging out with my
daughter. Sometimes she comes over for homework help. Or
to borrow a movie. Deena's got all the current ones an'
half the time they end up over here."
"Well, bud," he said, "I 'preciate you doin' all that.
She's a pure pain to me sometimes. I don't know how to
handle her an' I want her mom to stay happy, you know
what I mean?"
"Marie said she was a handful, too. I guess since she
doesn't live here, she's always nice as pie."
"Guess so. But since you started kinda watchin' her,
she's leveled out a bunch. I appreciate it a lot. But if
she's ever a bother, just send her home."
"Oh, hell, Steve, she's okay here any time. Reminds me
of my little sister. If I was married, I'd adopt her."
Mighty brave of me.
"Don't speak too soon, Bill. There's times I'd give you
a six-pack just to take her."
And life went on. February came. It was cold outside and
I was unloading stuff from my van when Steve's pickup
truck rolled into his driveway.
He waved as he got out. "Hey, Bill, ya got a minute?"
"Sure," I said. "What's up?"
"Me an' Marie's wanting to go to one of them NASCAR
weekends but I don't think we should take Haley out of
school, and she hates the motor home."
I thought how she didn't hate it when she sneaked me
inside one day for a quickie.
"Is there any way you could, like, watch Haley for a few
days?"
"What dates? I have to check on my work schedule."
"So you're, like, okay with it?"
"If I can swing it with work."
"Good," he said. "I wouldn't ask, but when we talked
about her staying with her aunt an' uncle, she said she
could stay with you and your daughter. She really likes
you." Pause. "Uh, an' your daughter."
"Gee, that's nice. I'll let you know tomorrow."
The next day I told them I could do it. They were
planning on leaving on a Thursday and coming back late
the following Monday. I eyeballed the beat-up motor home
they were taking, and figuring the chances that it would
make the trip. That thought proved to be prophetic.
***
Three weeks later, they left. They thought I was going
to go pick up my daughter to stay with Haley. I wasn't.
Haley wanted me to herself and the games she wanted to
play weren't the kind that dads played with daughters.
And play we did. By Saturday our common ailments were
raw lips and sore genitalia, so our sex became gentler,
but we didn't stop. I think my little princess pumped a
gallon of come out of me and I drank half of it out of
her pussy. We watched movies. We played games. We
talked. We rode around the countryside. And we loved
each other.
Monday came. Nobody drove in next door. And Tuesday. I
began to worry. I figured I'd get a phone call about
them being stranded on the road with that rattletrap of
a motor home. What I didn't expect was what happened
next.
A knock on the door. I answered. Haley was in the
background, thankfully fully dressed. She recognized the
lady at the door. "Aunt Becky! Hi!"
Aunt Becky didn't look like she was happy. "Haley, I
need to talk to Mr. Bill."
How did Aunt Becky know my name? I found out.
"Mr. Bill," she said, "Marie left us your name in case
something happened. I lost the note so I didn't have
your phone number. I got bad news." Her eyes were way
past the "They're broke down in Alabama" stage. "There's
been a wreck." She shook.
"Bad?" I asked.
Her shoulders shook. Marie was her sister. "Dead. Both
of them. An' the baby. Funeral in a couple of days."
"Oh, my god. I'm sorry. Becky, is it?"
"Mmm-hmm," she sobbed. I gave her a hug. It was purely a
sympathy hug. She was almost her sister's twin, right
down to the reek of tobacco smoke.
"I came to see about Haley. Is she okay here?"
"Yeah, sure. As long as she needs to be here, she can
stay. I have a daughter." And the daughter was a hundred
miles away right now. Her mom had moved. But it was a
good cover.
"We need to tell her."
"Yeah. Can I be there? You think that would be okay?"
"Sure," said Becky. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure. But she might not want to stay here, you
know."
It could happen. We were getting ready to drop a big
bomb in little Haley's life. I couldn't imagine how she
would react.
We went in. Haley knew something bad was up. When she
found out the news, she broke down. She hugged her Aunt
Becky and sobbed.
Finally Becky held Haley at arm's length. "Sugar," she
said, "do you want to come home with me, or do you want
to stay with Mr. Bill for a while."
Haley looked at me through teary eyes. "Can I stay here,
Mr. Bill? I'll be good an' help around the house, okay?"
"Haley, you can stay here as long as you need, okay,
baby?"
Becky sounded relieved when she said, "Honey, we can go
to your house and get you some more clothes and stuff
for school. You have a house key, don't you?"
Haley nodded. They went and came back with a grocery bag
of clothes and a pair of shoes.
Becky stayed at the door as Haley went inside.
"I'll fix her up in the spare bedroom, Becky. She's good
here. I'll get her off in the morning and give her a key
so she can come in after school." Haley was standing at
the door to the living room. She coughed.
Becky continued, "I don't know about the rest of the
arrangements and stuff. I'll let you know as soon as I
find out, okay?" Becky left.
I held Haley. Quiet. Then she looked at me. "What?" I
asked.
She said, "You said, "I'll get her off every morning."
And I almost choked."
We did the funeral. Sad. I hurt for Haley.
-= Chapter Four =-
Becky called to see if she could come over. A little
while later I heard the knock on my door.
Sitting on the sofa, she asked Haley to let us talk
alone. After Haley left, she said, "Insurance paid off
the house and Haley's the only heir. She's gonna get a
chunk of insurance money. But there's something strange
I need to talk to you about."
What's that?" I asked.
"Marie and Steve left a kind of a will. Lawyer says it's
mostly legal."
"Yeah?"
"Well, this part ain't like binding, or anything, but
they said in their will that they wanted YOU to raise
Haley. Wanted us to ask you."
If I hadn't been sitting, I would have hit the floor. As
it was, I fell back against the back of the sofa.
"What?!?!?"
"Here's a copy. Says right here, if you're willing,
Haley should stay with you."
I read it.
"Me an' my husband are next of kin, so if you don't do
it, she comes to us, an' we're not in the best of shape.
Haley might have told you. Her money'd help, but it's in
a trust or something and you're named conservator
whether she stays with you or not. The lawyer says you
control where the money goes."
"Yeah, that's the way that works. Becky, Haley's like my
own. She can stay here if she wants."
Becky sighed. "She wants. I've talked to her. You need
to go see this lawyer and sign some papers and stuff."
"Okay."
"Haley," she called, "Come in here."
Haley dutifully appeared. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Haley," Becky said, "Your mom and Steve wanted you to
stay with Mr. Bill if you want and if he wants to keep
you. He said it's okay with him.'
Haley looked at me, a smile beginning to bend the
corners of her mouth. "Thank you, Mr. Bill," she said,
demurely.
Becky continued, "Now Mr. Bill is going to be your
guardian and he has control of the insurance money from
your Mom and Steve. The house is yours, too. But you're
still my niece, and we want to see you, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Haley. She hugged her aunt and once
more the enormity of the loss of her family wracked her
body in sobs.
Aunt Becky patted her. "It'll be all right, hon. Mr.
Bill is a nice man. He'll take good care of you."
Becky left me a business card for a lawyer. The next day
I took off work to go see him, signing a pile of papers,
and found myself a legal guardian. Driving home I
contemplated if my crime had gone from pedophilia to
incest.
I was sitting at home when Haley got off the bus and
walked in. "Hi, sweetie," I said. "How was school?"
"Same stuff. I couldn't wait to get home, though."
"Are you okay?"
"Sure, Bill. We need to talk, though."
I wasn't sure where this was leading. "What do you want
to talk about?"
"Us." She shook her bangs out of her eyes. I remembered
that now I had to take her to get a haircut or whatever
it was that young girls got.
She continued, "Remember when I said I loved you and you
said you loved me? An' I said 'forever'?"
"Of course I remember."
"Still mean it?"
"Do you?"
She looked at me, eyes trusting and innocent. "Yes."
Pause "I do."
"Are you sure, Haley? I mean, things just changed. If I
need to be a dad here, then I need to know that.
If I still get to be Haley's love, like I was, I need to
know that, too."
She went to her knees on the sofa beside me and her arms
went around my neck. "I don't want anything to change,
except to get better. I love you the way I always loved
you." She kissed me. Then started on my neck. Leaving a
hickey.
"Haley!"
"Yes, Bill,?"
"We need to have a serious talk."
"Ooooo, okay! Then we can fuck?"
"Stop using that word. It's not nice for little girls."
"Okay. But I want to. You know."
"Okay. But let's talk. You're living here full time now.
It's kind of strange, but it's got to look as normal as
we can make it. You have to keep your own bedroom and
use it for stuff, so if somebody comes over, it'll look
like Haley's bedroom."
"But we can still sleep together, right?"
"Of course, little love. Except when Deena is here. Then
you're my adopted daughter, or whatever. And at school.
And in public any time. I'm gonna go down there tomorrow
and show them the papers and get MY name put on all your
stuff."
"Hee-hee... Okay! I can do all that."
"And listen, precious angel, here's something else.
We're full time now, almost like married people."
"Ooooo, I know," she sparkled.
"Yeah, you know, but I've BEEN married, and even if you
think somebody loves you today, tomorrow they may not.
But we're NOT married, I'm your guardian. And that's
kind of strange."
"Oh, Bill, I'll never stop loving you."
"I believe you, baby, but even if we love each other, we
may get mad. And you can't run home. This IS home."
"Uh-huh."
"So we need to cherish each other and sometimes
recognize that the other might not be having an easy day
or week and my need some understanding, and that we love
each other underneath words, okay? Even though harsh
words may come, we still love each other, okay?"
"Bill, you've never said a harsh word around me."
"You've never lived with me full time, baby."
"Okay, dear Bill." She said. "Now, your Haley needs
holding."
"And no more hickeys."
Giggle. "I had to give you one. You never gave me one."
I scooped her up, carried her into the bedroom and gave
her a hickey right above her right nipple. And we made
love. Gently. Then hard. Then in the afterglow, we fit
together, kissing and hugging.
"I love you, Bill."
"I love you, Haley."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
The next day I went to Haley's school. I presented the
court papers to the staff and explained things as we
changed notification numbers and everything like that. I
had already filed copies of the papers with my employer
that morning so she was on my insurance. I did all the
things to make Haley mine. Except she was thirteen (now)
and I was thirty years older. It was near the end of the
school day so I had them call Haley out of her last
class to go home with me.
I watched as she walked up the hall to the office. When
she saw me, her step took an extra spring and she
smiled. We walked to my van. Her books went in the back
seat.
"Take the long way home," she said.
"Why?"
"Just go down some back roads, okay?" there was mischief
in her eyes.
I knew a looping country road. I took it. I looked. She
was slipping out of her seat belt. "Put your seat belt
back on!"
"Nuh-uh," she said. She laid across the seat and her
hands went to my fly. "Hmmm. A puzzle." Zip. "Oh, I
solved it. I can get the prize now!" She retrieved my
dick with her fingertips. It hardened as she got it out.
"What have we here? Oh! A mushroom! I just LOVE
mushrooms!" And her head bobbed downward.
"Haley! You're gonna make me wreck!"
"Then stop for a couple of minutes. I can make this
happen!" She looked at me and grinned lustily. I pulled
off on the shoulder and she went to work on me. My
little Haley may never be the world's greatest blow-job
artist, but I do know that she has complete mastery of
how one dick works: mine. In my lap a symphony of lips
and teeth and tongue and hands was going one and it
wasn't long before her efforts brought me to climax. She
sucked me dry. Every spurt she got, and then she sucked
me gently until I was soft, then smiling innocently, she
tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped me up.
"There," she said, patting my fly. "That was good!"
I sighed, "Yes, darlin', it was. I owe you one."
"Two," she giggled. I got an 'A" on a math test. I want
TWO!" And we drove home so I could work off my debt.
Supper was delivery pizza. I didn't feel bad about this.
Apparently my little darling would eat it seven days a
week. We cleared off the table and tidied up the
kitchen, then showered together, a feat that left me
with the cleanest dick and balls on the planet. Outside
the shower, we toweled off at opposite ends of the
bathroom and then she sat while I brushed and dried her
hair.
"We need to get you a haircut, dearie," I said. "I don't
even know who to call, much less what to ask for."
"I know the lady who's been doing it. We can call her.
And get her to do the same thing. Is that okay?"
"Works for me. I just thought girls like to change
things up sometimes."
"Maybe. But not now. I'm kind of used to this one."
"Me too." I finished brushing. She tossed her head, her
hair fresh and shiny and sassy. She stood and I wrapped
her in my arms from behind, pulling her back into me.
She wiggled and giggled and my dick responded quickly.
"There you go again," she said. "Let's get in bed."
Like I was going argue with that suggestion. She rolled
backward into the bed and held her arms out for me. I
crawled in between her thighs and planted a kiss on her
pubic mound, her 'muffin', we called it.
She cooed, "Ooooo, come kiss me, baby!" I moved up to
kiss her, resting my weight on my knees and arms. Her
arms pulled on me to lay on her. "Sometimes I just want
you to press on me," she said. I felt her lithe body
wiggle underneath me as she slid down, then lips and
teeth fastened onto my nipple. She giggled. "Found
something."
I held her in my arms and rolled onto my back, carrying
my lover with me. She took advantage of her position to
spread her legs and straddle me. Her wet pussy trapped
my dick in between her and my belly and she started
riding it back and forth. My hands wandered up and down
her body, savoring her with my touch as she worked her
little clit on the underside of my dick. I knew she was
happy doing this, and I also knew that a happy Haley was
a Good Thing that paid dividends. I curled upward to
envelope one of her nipples with my mouth. She dropped a
hand behind my head to hold me there, a sign that this
was something she wanted. I kept after her hard little
nipple with sucks and light nibbles I knew to make her
happy.
She released my head and I fell backward onto my pillow.
She leaned forward from sitting almost vertical and
placed her hands on my chest, supporting herself at an
angle with extended arms. Eyes closed. Biting her bottom
lip. Nostrils flaring. Wait for it. Wait. And then
"Nnnnnnn. Bill! Nnnnnn!. Ahhhhh!" My Haley was coming,
rubbing herself to orgasm on my dick. "Nnnnnnn...
ohgodohgodohgod! Hahhhhhhhhh!" Her body shuddered and
the bold motions of her hips turned to little wiggles
and she pushed her clit on my dick to prolong her
climax. Finally she fell on top of me into my waiting
arms and I held her against me and kissed the top of her
sweet-smelling head. "mmmmmm. I love you, Bill...."
We drifted together for a while in sweet embrace, the
only movement from her was her breathing, and me
caressing her magical body with my hands. Finally, a
deep breath. "Bill?"
"Yes, baby?"
"You know, I've been reading in history an' stuff."
"Yeah?"
"I was reading how it used to be that they thought a
girl was old enough to get married once she started
having her periods."
"Yeah, I know, baby. That's the way it was a long time
ago. Still is, in some countries."
"I have periods."
"I know. I'm the guy who has to go buy tampons,
remember?"
"Can we get married?"
I wasn't too surprised. After all, how much of a leap
was it in her mind from "I love you" to "I love you
forever" to "Let's get married."?
"Sweetie," I said, "not in this country. First, with
your parents' consent, in this state you STILL have to
be seventeen. And second, I'm the one who'd have to give
consent, and I don't think they'll let me consent to you
marrying me."
"Oh." She took a breath while she thought. "That sucks."
"That's the way it is. Keeps some groups from forcing
children to marry old men and stuff."
"Oh. But even if I WANT to marry you?"
"The state says that when you're thirteen, you're not
mature enough to decide that."
"Do you think I'm mature enough? To decide, I mean?"
"Most of the time I do. I guess I'm not supposed to, but
I think so. I just worry that one day you're gonna be
walking into class and some boy your age is gonna catch
your eye and I'm gonna go from the love of your life to
the old guy whose house you live at."
"Oh, Bill," she cried, "That's NEVER gonna happen.
Never."
"Okay," I answered. "I believe you. You're kind of
everything in my life, you know. I love you, little
one." I kissed the top of her head and was rewarded with
a sensuous wiggle.
"So we can't get married," she said, "right now."
I caught onto the "right now" and filed it into my "one
day" stack. "No, baby, we can't, I'm afraid."
"If we could, would you? I mean, really?"
I thought for the briefest of time about other options,
going back to searching and chasing women my own age and
finding enough baggage with each of them to load a
truck, and I reflected on this wondrous little creature
laying on my chest, innocent, perfect, and by her own
admission, mine. "Yes, Haley, I do believe I would. I
would."
This rewarded me with yet another wiggle. She turned her
face toward me. "So, another thing I learned..."
"What?"
"In the olden days, people didn't have to go to a church
or a judge to be married. They just said they're
married."
"Yeah, I know about that, too. They'd announce to the
community that they were married and everybody accepted
it. Sometimes when a preacher or a judge came around,
they'd make it official. Sometimes not."
"Yeah. I read that. We could do that."
"What? If we announced we were married tomorrow, I'd be
in jail before sundown and you'd be in a home for
unfortunate girls. I'd go to prison, and I could NEVER
see you again."
"I don't mean we tell anybody else. We tell each other.
Like now." She gazed directly into my eyes. I read her
thoughts. More, though, I think I read her heart.
"Haley, I, Bill, make you my beloved wife from now until
the end of time."
Her smile was sublime and love filled her eyes. "I,
Haley, take you, Bill, to be my husband from now until
the end of time." She kissed me to seal our vow.
"But we can't tell the world. I want to. That sucks."
She grinned. "But then, so do I." She giggled. How about
our first married fuck?"
"Haley!" I chided, "Stop using that word. It's NOT
nice."
She laughed. "It fits sometimes. I mean, sometimes,
like, we make love and it's soft and sweet an' stuff,
an' sometimes I just want to get you in me an' make us
both come our brains out, an' I think THAT'S fucking,
but it's okay for you an' me to fuck sometimes, because
the other times we make love, okay?"
"But," I sad, "since we're married, don't you think our
first one should be making love?"
"Yeah, okay, husband," and she smiled and kissed me.
"I'm ready." She rolled off me and onto her side, facing
me. Her hand immediately went to my dick, grasping
lightly, expertly, sliding the skin up and down my
shaft.
"Mmmmmm," I said, "you know exactly how to touch me."
"'cause this is MINE," she said. In a quick twist her
mouth was on my dick and her tongue was swirling over
the head. It was her turn to go "Mmmmm." Breathe. "I
love your dick in my mouth." Suck. "Mmmmm."
"I wanna taste you, Haley." This brought me a little
pussy in my face as she sat back to let my tongue
penetrate her moist lips. "Mmmmmm."
"I feel that all the way to my toes," she gasped.
"So you tell me." She did. Almost every time. And I
found that if I lowered the frequency of my moans, she
felt it even better. So I dropped an octave. "Mmmmmmmm."
"Ahhhh, Bill!" She flipped around and I stared up her
naked body to her face looking down at me. Two hands
gripped my head, pulling me face-first into her moist
pussy. I lapped and sucked happily as she spasmed.
"Mmmnnnnnnn! Oh. Bill! Right. There!"
I knew exactly where "there" was and my tongue curved to
cup the shaft of her little clit and I sucked it into my
mouth.
"Nnnnn. Yes. Ohgodohgodogod! Ahhhhhhh! Billll! I'm.
comingggggg!" And she did. She didn't gush juice. It
just FLOWED. And I drank. I didn't get it all.
Her next move was a slide down my chest where her wet
pussy met the head of my dick and slid right over it,
enveloping me in incredible warmth and wetness. She
looked at me with love and lust and started pumping me
in and out of her. Her motions were more back and forth,
and I added the up and down component instinctively.
She arched her back to bring her clit to bear at the
base of my dick on each stroke. "Nnnnn. Bill! Do.
Me. Hard. Nnnn."
"Ohhhhh, my sweet Haley baby. I'm close."
"Do. Me. Hard." I did. As our pelvises met, I could feel
the push of her cervix against the head of my dick. I
was that deep. Or I was perfectly matched for the
angelic form working me over in lust. "Nnnnnnghhhh!"
Push. Twist. Nnnnnnngghh! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!
Babyyyyyyy! Auugghhhh!"
The last was almost a scream as she rammed her pussy
down over my dick. I exploded. "Mmmmmmm...gaahhhhh!
Haley! Ngghhhh!" Squirt! "Ngghhh!" I augmented each
successive spurt with a hip thrust. Not a big one, just
a small one, and I felt her pussy walls rippling and
milking me dry. Her own climax passed and she collapsed
into my arms, burying her face into my chest.
"Mmmmm, honey, I LIKE being married...."
I kissed my angel. "Me, too, angel. I love you."
"Mmmmm. I love you too." Her hand slipped between us.
"We've got a mess, lover." She moved. "I can take care
of MY part." She slid around and began sucking and
lapping our combined juices off my dick and balls where
it had flowed out of us. She simultaneously presented me
with the sopping pussy that minutes before had been the
center of the entire universe. We both had fun cleaning
up. It was better than wet sheets or a harsh towel.
Finally she turned around and kissed and licked the
remnants off my face.
Finally we lay on our sides facing each other. I slowly
ran my hand down her back, feeling, caressing, DREAMING
her body with my fingertips.
***
Two days later we again faced that 'period' thing. Haley
became a little more emotional than her normal
levelheadedness. I think she studied harder, but I could
be wrong. My Haley was an "A" student. And she worried
about me.
"I'm like, BROKEN," she said, the first time she had a
period while living with me. "I can't DO anything."
"Oh, don't worry, honey," I said. I can live without
THAT. I just can't live without YOU. You can still hug."
She hugged.
"And some people do it even when the girl is on her
period."
"Yuck, no way."
So I scratched "doing it during her period" off my
list."I was just offering, Sweetie," I said. "It's not
particularly pleasant for the guy, either."
"You've done it with a girl having a period?" she looked
at me.
"Yeah," I answered. "A couple of times. It's messy."
"Did you come?"
"Yeah. But it's not something that I HAVE to do, you
know."
"Hmmm," she said. "I just think it would be yucky. But
if you REALLY need to be inside me."
"Sweetie," I said, "this is US. I want to be inside you
because it's YOU and what YOU want. If you don't want
something, I'm not going to twist your arm."
This got me a hug and a kiss. She smiled. "But my mouth
and hands still work."
"Sweetie," I said, "That would be selfish of me."
"How? D'ya think I don't LIKE sucking you? 'Cause I do,
you know. A lot."
"But you don't come."
"So you'll OWE me. I like it when you pay me back." She
giggled.
We bathed separately that night. When I left the
bathroom I found her kneeling in the middle of the bed
wearing nothing but her panties.
"You know, I was thinking..."
"What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I never saw your stuff come out.
You told me that you could do that with your hand or I
could do that with my hand. I wanna do that to you."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously! Lay down." She pushed me backwards onto the
bed then sat on my legs with her hands on my dick and
smiled. "I can still suck you, too, but I wanna watch it
come out." She slid down my legs and my dick disappeared
into the heaven that is her mouth. I caressed the curly
brown head pleasuring me.
"Mmmmmm! I do love your mouth."
"My mouth loves your dick. All of me loves all of you."
She sat back, a purposeful look on her face.
"So!" she said, "How do we do this?"
"Baby, you don't need lessons. You get me close all the
time with those hands. Just stroke it like you do." She
gripped me lightly and began to slide her hand and my
skin up and down. "Like that! Ooooohhhh!"
She stroked me with her right hand, her left kneading
and tugging at my sack, my balls moving easily beneath
her fingers. The feeling was exquisite. Occasionally her
right hand moved to the head and swirled over it. Pre-
cum oozed and she smeared the head and swirled some
more. And kept jacking.
My pelvis began to surge rhythmically, uncontrollable.
"My Bill's dick is HAPPY," she teased. "He's rockin'."
She kept on.
"Nnnnnngghh! Haley!"
"Look at all the JUICE!" The head of my dick was
flooding pre-cum. It was flowing down the shaft where it
slicked her hand, further intensifying the feelings.
"Come for me, Bill!"
My hips rose off the bed to engage her hands.
"Oooohhhhh! Haley! My baby!
Mmmmm...oooowwww!" The first spurt of semen must've gone
three feet straight up.
"NNNNNNNNGGHHHH! The second landed on my chest.
She was laughing with glee. "Look at THAT!" She felt the
pulsations of my dick and timed her strokes. The third
leapt out and landed on my belly, then successive
strokes made a fountain of thick semen flow down my dick
and over her fingers. "Look at all that!" She released
my dick and her cum-covered fingers went to her waiting
mouth. "There's so much! I had no idea! No wonder I have
to swallow so many times."
I was still in another universe when she decided to
drink up the semen all over my belly and dick and balls.
Soft lips and tongue sucked and licked me clean. She sat
back on her knees. "You owe me one," she announced.
By the time her period was over, I owed her six.
Life became almost idyllic. I don't know of many people
who became so compatible living under the same roof, but
we were. Household chores we shared. I did the heavy,
nasty things, and if I was tired, hot and sweaty, she
knew it and met me with a cold drink and then paid extra
attention to me in the bath. It was great.
She was headed towards finishing out her school year on
the honors list.
We slept blissfully, happily together, getting used to
each other in bed at night and the most wonderful times
of all were waking up together on mornings when school
or work didn't call us. Magic was how I felt waking up
with the sun starting to glow in the window, seeing her
little form molded against me still asleep. Sometimes I
watched her for an hour, waiting for the first stirrings
of her awakening, then kissed her to consciousness.
If she woke up first, well, I don't know if she laid in
bed staring at me, but I do know that having a warm,
happy mouth sucking on our dick is a great way to enter
a day. Matter of fact, we often spent the first five
minutes after the alarm went off in a sweet sixty-nine.
And more than a few days had me off to work with a
drained dick. My little lover knew what it was like to
go to school with the last drops of come dripping into
her panties, too.
The weekends Deena came over, though, Haley was good
little adopted daughter, attentive, obedient, proper.
And when I brought Deena home, Haley always rode in the
back seat. After Deena was left at her mom's, though,
Haley was in the front seat and as soon as we hit the
highway, she delighted in pulling my dick out to play
naughtily.
One time, though, instead of her usual jeans or shorts,
she was wearing a skirt. When I left Deena at her mom's,
Haley hopped into the front seat beside me and stripped
her panties out from under her skirt. As we drove, she
captured my hand and guided it to her moistening pussy.
"I miss you, ya know."
I looked at her. "Me, too, little love." I slowly
massaged her pussy.
She fought briefly with my fly and won. Her hand was on
my dick, stroking its hard shaft. She slid sideways away
from me and her head
bobbed between my stomach and the steering wheel and she
sucked me.
"Mmmmmmm!" I said. "Stop that! I'm gonna drive off the
road!"
She sat up and giggled. "hee-hee! Pull in that rest stop
up ahead."
It was almost empty and we pulled in the empty back row.
"Slide over here," she commanded. I slid.
"Pull your pants down. I don't want your zipper to hurt
me." I raised my ass and slid my pants down, freeing my
dick. She straddled me, facing me and impaled herself on
my erection. Her eyes twinkled. "I know you're nervous.
Quickie, okay?"
I had a thirteen year old girl speared on my dick in a
public place and I had no more control than a falling
leaf. "Okay," I gasped. She kissed me full on the lips,
our tongues meeting, and her hips were off to the races.
"This is for you, baby," she said, then she started
working her ass in earnest.
"Ahhh, baby," I threw my head back. "Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm."
She was working it. And it got to her. "Nnnn. Oh, Bill.
Nnnn. We're gonna do it. Mmmm. Ohhhh."
Wet slurping sounds came from our junction. "Ohh.
Unnnhhh. Bill. I'm. Coming!"
I met her spasm with one of my own. As she rode her
climax, I spurted jet after jet of hot come into her.
Finally we untangled and she grabbed a handful of
tissues to sop up the ooze of our juices from her pussy.
I struggled to pull up my own pants and I don't think I
was really seeing straight when we pulled out of the
rest stop and back on the road.
"So, lover," she asked, "What are we gonna do when Deena
comes to stay for two weeks this summer?"
I thought about that for a short time, all the while
caressing her neck as we drove.
"I don't know," I said. "There's no way we could even
begin to get away with her finding out. Not until you're
seventeen."
Haley snorted, "An' I don't think she would keep a
secret if she did find out."
"Nope," I said. "She tells her mom everything that goes
on while she's here. I get to hear it thrown back at me
all the time." Deena's mom, my ex, liked to blame me for
everything that ever went wrong on the planet.
-= Chapter Five =-
Less than a month before the end of the school year and
life was pretty good, really. My Haley was comfortable
living with me. I had to make some changes.
She wasn't one of those "mall rat" types, but I had to
familiarize myself with shopping for clothes with a
young girl. We did a good job of this. I imagined we
were pretty convincing as a dad and his daughter. Haley
wasn't a trend-setter. I was quite happy to see her
choose clothes that were conservative, tasteful (in my
dinosaur opinion) and that let her happy, natural
attractiveness shine through.
Dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans, shorts, these were no
problem. Panties and bras, that WAS a problem.
The bra thing. Haley wasn't going to be big in the titty
department, and I didn't mind that a bit. But she was
heading from A-cup into the B-cup range and I had to go
with her to buy bras. You don't want to do this with a
teenage girl who'd just spent the night before in your
bed and with whom you're trying to maintain a bit of
respectability.
She played the "Daddy" angle. As in, "Daddy, do you
think THIS one will look pretty on me?" while holding up
some little bit of lace and elastic. It was worse with
panties. I thought I'd have to strangle her as she
dragged out one pair after another, hip-huggers,
bikinis. little girl prints, solid colors, and her eyes
were teasing as her little girl voice asked questions
that would be completely innocent if it weren't for the
fact that I knew what they'd look like covering that
sweet, juicy little pussy of hers.
So we walked out of the mall with me carrying a couple
of bags.
"Haley, my sweet, you're like the biggest tease I've
ever known."
She looked at me as we were walking, brown eyes
twinkling. "Uh, Bill, it's not teasing when you're
planning on finishing things off."
"No," I said, "It is teasing when we have a forty minute
drive home."
We got to my mini-van, parked a way off the heavily-
trafficked lanes. We enjoyed the walk on this fine
spring day. I unlocked the van and deposited the bags in
the rear hatch as Haley got in. As I was closing the
hatch, Haley said, "Come see..."
I walked over to her side door. It was still open and
she was turned sideways in the door. "Look," she said,
pulling the hem of her skirt up.
I swallowed. There, thighs spread, a thirteen year old
panty-less pussy in front of me. She grinned
lasciviously. "And I'm still not teasing," she said
sweetly. "Want a little taste?"
"Haley! We're gonna get caught!"
"Awwww, just give me ONE little kiss on my pussy.
Please?"
How could I refuse? What had I created? I squatted
beside the van and leaned in between her thighs and gave
her a languorous sucking licking kiss. "Okay," I said,
standing up. I started to step back and her fingers
hooked my belt.
"My turn," she said, her nimble fingers unzipping my
slacks. Two seconds later I felt cool spring air on my
exposed dick as she dragged it out, then the cool air
was replaced by her warm breath and then mouth, lips and
tongue. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. Her tongue made several
laps around my dick and the she released me with a soft
little popping noise and stuffed my now hard dick back
into my pants. "Now, THAT wasn't teasing, THAT was
PROMISING! Let's go home!" She turned primly forward in
her seat and I faked a limp around to the driver's seat,
nervously surveying our surroundings to see if anyone
might have observed our little interlude.
"You're gonna get me thrown in jail, Haley!"
"Oh, Bill, I love doin' stuff with you, an' sometimes
it's just exciting to do stuff like this. An' I looked
to make sure nobody was even close around us."
"Yeah, but baby, all it takes is ONE time for us to get
caught and I'm going to jail. So let's not do this
again. Okay?"
"Okay, baby. But you LIKED it, huh!" Her eyes sparkled
with exuberant life.
"Yeah. I Liked it. But that doesn't mean we do it
again."
She said, "Okay." Sheepishly. "You're not mad at me, are
you, Bill?"
I glanced from the road as I drove, regarding her face,
those brown, doe-like eyes. "No, baby, I'm not mad. It's
just that sometimes I get scared. My life has been so
good with you for the last few months I never want it to
end, especially in a way that would tear us apart like
getting caught could." Looking at the road, I continued,
"I love you, you know."
"I love you too, Bill," she said simply.
"Then let's go find some lasagna for supper, THEN go
home."
Giggle. "Lasagna's no substitute for us making love,
Bill. But it'll do for supper."
Supper was good. My Haley was polite and well-mannered
in public and private, and we enjoyed our meals, talking
about her school year nearing its end and our plans for
summer. We drove home to the sounds of classical music
from the local public radio station, arriving at dark.
I couldn't wait to get her inside the house. I dropped
two handfuls of shopping bags on the floor and scooped
her into my arms. "Come here, little darlin'," I said,
kissing her full on the mouth. My tongue ran into hers.
"He-he," she giggled. "I guess I need to prove I wasn't
teasing, huh?"
"You don't have to prove anything." Then I jerked
involuntarily as her fingers grasped the outline of my
dick through my slacks.
"You know," she said, "I like getting you all excited
like that. I think it makes us extra passionate when we
finally get to do it."
I liked Haley's ideas about "doing it." And her ideas
about getting me all excited, too. Like driving. She was
always up for fondling me while we were on the open
road. I know about "distracted driving", people. It's
difficult to be more distracted than having a thirteen
year old girl dragging your dick out when you're
driving. Sometimes I had to pull over into the right
lane and slow down. Sometimes not.
One day I was driving, Haley was kneeling in the seat,
her head in my lap, sucking happily and I heard the
blast of an air horn. A trucker was waving and giving me
a thumbs up sign. He was getting a show. It was more of
a show than normal, because Haley was in one of her
skirts and was without panties and her bare ass was in
the air showing that delightful little ass of hers.
Fortunately it's difficult to determine that the girl
administering a highway blowjob with her bare ass in the
air is only thirteen.
But tonight we were home. She was in my arms. I was in
hers. Breaking our lips apart, she smiled sweetly. "You
need to let me try on my new stuff," she said.
"Okay," I said. "After we shower." That got me a giggle
and a little sweetie running up the hall stripping off
clothes.
We took a long shower. Really long. I was thinking that
I needed a water heater upgrade. No, actually I wasn't
thinking that. I was thinking how wonderful this girl's
body was, wet, slick with lather, my hands exploring as
I bathed her, then accepting the rain of sensory
delights as she returned the favor. We rinsed and
stepped out. Big fluffy towels came out and we dried
off, assisting each other, then she sat bare-assed naked
on a stool and let me dry her hair for her. It was
something I liked to do, and part of it was that when we
finished, she was so sexy with that short brown hair
cut, her bangs hovering above the bright brown eyes.
She stood up. I stared.
"You're staring," she said.
"I know. I guess I always will. You're beautiful to me.
And I love you. And seeing you is a delight to my eyes
and my heart."
She purred as she moved to hug me. We went back into the
living room, both naked. After all, it was OUR home, and
we could do what we wanted. Most evenings after
showering, we ended up nude. This was our life together.
She started going through a shopping bag and pulled out
one of her new bras. "Wanna see it?" she giggled.
"Sure," I said. I mean, pure, unclothed Haley was an
absolute delight to me, but she was also a cutie in
anything she wore, so I sat back on the sofa to enjoy
any show she might have in mind.
She pulled out a pair of powder blue bikini panties and
slipped into them in front of me. She stood up, rested
her weight on one foot and cocked the other and stood
looking at me. And smiled. And she bit her bottom lip a
little and then stepped toward me with her new bra in
her hands.
"Here," she said. "Help me into this thing."
Haley was just starting to wear bras regularly as her
breasts budded. I'd been intimately familiar with her
anatomy for almost a whole year now and I reflected on
the first day I saw her titties through a transparently
wet t-shirt, when there was only the slightest of
swellings behind virginal pink nipples. Puberty was
working magic on my Haley though, and we were past the
training bra and into "A" cup stage now. With her slight
frame, I was hoping that she'd stop at a small "B",
maybe. I helped her into her new bra and moulded it over
her firm young breasts. She turned so I could connect
the two hooks in the back and then she spun around
smiling at me.
I regarded her. She didn't NEED a bra, but that was MY
opinion. I particularly liked looking at her at random
times and seeing those pointy little nipples poking
against the shirt or blouse she normally wore, but I
also knew that in public, well, if **I** was a dirty old
man, then there were likely a few more out there, and
there was no sense in driving them wild, too.
But I looked. What a delight! She smiled, head demurely
down, her arms crossed. I pulled her towards me and
kissed her chest above her new bra. This got me a little
purr from my Haley, and a purr from Haley caused another
kiss, above the other breast. Then I bit into her right
breast through the cup of her bra.
"Mmmmmmm," she said. "That's the BEST thing about
these."
"What's that, sweetie?" I asked, as I moved to the other
breast.
"How it feels when you tease me through it..." Her hands
pulled my face into her. As my teeth nipped through her
cup into her firm mound my hand naturally cupped that
other delightful mound, her pubic mound, covered
chastely in little girl blue cotton. Sliding my
fingertips gently between her thighs I felt the
beginnings of wetness.
She kissed me on top of my head. I moved my hand up from
her pubic mound to cup her breast and lightly knead it,
then my fingertips caught the top of that cup and peeled
it down, freeing a soft, rounded mound featuring a
little pink areola and a nipple like a pencil eraser.
This, we'd decided on many previous occasions, was made
to be sucked and bitten, and I did, moaning. My first
"mmmm" triggered the same response from her.
"And that's the other good thing," she said. "You can
take it off and things get BETTER." With her nipple
sucked in between my lips I reached behind her and
unhooked her new bra. I slid the straps off her
shoulders and she dropped her arms, letting the bra fall
to the floor at her feet. I changed to the other
delicious nipple for a few seconds before she pulled my
face away with her hand under my chin. She bent down and
kissed me on the mouth, hers open, her tongue active
against mine. My hands cupped the thin cotton covering
the cheeks of her firm little ass.
She pulled back from our kiss and smiled at me, sighing.
"Mmmm, Bill..." She knelt in front of me and with both
hands pushed me back into the sofa then bent forward
between my legs. She didn't have to look for my dick. It
was rigid, all six inches of it, the circumcised head
purple with desire, and Haley above all women knew what
to do with it. Yes she knew. In kaleidoscopic variety
she knew. And this time it was laughing eyes and tongue
and teeth that teased. She sucked me into her hot mouth
and then drew back, her teeth lightly riding my shaft
and catching on the corona.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, knowing that the vibrations drove
me wild. Her left hand cupped my hanging balls expertly
and closed, tugging. She did a couple of sucking,
sliding strokes with her mouth going halfway down the
length of my dick, then her face turned to mine, the
head of my dick touching her bottom lip.
"Do you like my new panties?" she asked.
"I guess," I said. "I didn't get a real good look at
them. I was checking out your new bra."
She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Then you
need to get a good look," she said. And then she stepped
up on the sofa, straddling me.
That spot on the crotch of her new panties that was
beginning to get a wet a few minutes ago? It was wet.
Glistening wet. With the juices of my lover. I tilted my
head back to line my mouth up with the crotch of her
panties and pressed my open lips over the puffy cotton-
covered mound of her pussy. And sucked. And moaned,
"Mmmmmm." I knew what that sort of vibration did to my
Haley. Her knees bent to press against my mouth.
I sucked the wet fabric into my mouth to retrieve her
delicious juice, then my hands went up. One hand curved
over the rounded cheek of her fine little butt and the
fingers of the other gently pulled aside the crotch of
her panties, giving me access to her pink, wet lips. My
tongue intruded, scooping out her juice and entering her
hole. I sucked.
"Gahhhhh, Bill, I can't stand like this!" She didn't
stand. She sat down astraddle me. Her own hands went to
work, one hand guiding my dick, the other holding the
crotch of her panties aside, and I entered her. She
giggled. "Huh," she said, "these work just fine, don't
they?" Hanging onto my shoulders with both hands, her
butt was mobile, sliding her pussy on my dick. I was in
heaven.
"Actually," she said, I think it would be better if
these were off!" She got off me and slid panties down
her thighs and onto the floor. She stepped out of them
and got back on me. This time she needed no guidance. As
she slid downward my dick was angled right into her
ready little pussy. She sank me all the way into her and
our pubic bones met. She looked right into my eyes. I
curled downward and our lips met. And tongues. We drank
each other, our bodies mated perfectly.
Perfect. That's what it was.
When the kiss finally ended, her head lay down on my
chest, one hand idly playing with the hair next to her
cheek.
"Bill," she said, in a little voice.
"Yes, my angel," I answered.
"We've been living together since February," she said.
"Like almost five months."
"Mmm-hmmm. And..."
"And do you still love me?"
I kissed the top of her head lightly. "Haley, remember
that "forever" word?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Every day with you is a part of forever. Why... are you
changing YOUR mind?"
"No way, Bill."
"I worry, little darling."
"You shouldn't. My life hasn't ever been better than it
is right now. An' today is better'n yesterday."
She wiggled as if to remind me that all this
conversation was going on while she was impaled on my
dick.
"Bill, bring me to our bed and make love with me. All
the way. Every way."
I was happy to slowly ease up with my Haley in my arms.
I toyed with the thought of trying to keep inside her
and carry her to bed, but she slid off me and took my
hand in hers as I stood up. The look of her eyes as she
led me away, well, I don't know what it takes to make
YOUR heart melt, but Haley made mine melt.
She crawled onto the bed on all fours, and I couldn't
resist her butt. I buried my face in it. She squealed. I
wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled backward,
plopping her pussy right on my face. Naturally this left
Haley's face right at my hard dick. Haley loves that. My
mouth formed over her pussy and started sucking just as
I felt her lips close over my dick. We both moaned, me
because I got a mouthful of wonderfully salty, slippery,
musky juice from the pussy of this delightful little
girl, and her because her suction triggered a flow of
pre-cum from my dick. We ate each other for some
minutes, my tongue flicking lightly over her clit,
running the length of her tight slit, feeling her body
shudder with delight.
"Oh, Bill. You know the place! Do it!"
I did know the place. And I did it. And I knew it was
working because her hips were meeting my tongue in
frantic pounding motions and she knew she was losing
control. She stopped sucking my dick and held it in one
hand, tight against her cheek as I worked her towards
climax.
"Unnnhhh.Bill. Yes! That's! It! Yeah! Nnnn! Oooooohhhhh,
Billlll...." There was one final tense lunge of her
pubes against my face and then she collapsed with me
still licking upward between her thighs. Tiny licks of
my tongue eased her down from her first climax of the
evening. Finally I covered her pussy with my wide open
mouth and sucked on her, trying to gather all her juices
I could.
She recovered enough to recognize my dick in her hand
and I felt her mouth close over the head, sucking and
biting. Keeping me in her mouth, she moved away from our
sixty-nine to where she could get more coverage of my
own crotch. This was something that I got from my Haley
that I'd NEVER gotten from another female. She
worshipped my dick and balls, her hands, lips, tongue,
teeth, fingers, all working me over. She took one
fingertip on the underside of the head of my dick and
pressed my dick flat against my belly and then with lips
and tongue and teeth worked her way from the front of my
balls all the way up to the head of my dick with sucks
and nibbles and licks. She dipped her head and sucked a
whole testicle into her mouth with just exactly the
right pressure and washed it with her tongue, then
dropped it and did the other.
She moved around to lay between my legs and lavished
licks and kisses on my balls, turning me into a
quivering mess. My hips were jerking almost
uncontrollably.
Giggle. "My Bill's about to come," she said. Her head
dipped and sucked on me hard, releasing my dick with a
pop. "Mmmmmm." Lick. "But I want it IN me!" And little
darlin' hopped astride me. Her hand guided me straight
into her pussy. I was so close....
"Come on, baby! Give me a good one!" She rode me, biting
her bottom lip.
I wanted to come. I fought it, though. If I could just
hold on for a minute. Just a minute. Haley was sliding
back and forth, dragging her clit against my dick at the
end of each sliding stroke. I was fighting NOT to push
up to meet her. Not yet. Slide.
"Uhhhh. Oooohhh! My. Haley! Gahhhh!"
"Come on, Bill. Squirt in me! " She pounded me, adding a
vertical component to her strokes. I knew I wasn't going
to last much longer, but on the second one of those, I
heard, "Nnnnnnnnhhhh!" She hissed through her teeth.
"Nnnnnhhhh! Pump me, Bill! Hard!"
There was no need to fight it any longer. I met her
strokes with my own and about the third one caught Haley
going "Nnnnnn. Huhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! I'm commmmingggg!"
And I did too. The first spurt was almost fatal, I
thought. So intense. Haley felt it and did a little one
of her own strokes and then felt my second. And third.
It was reduced to twitching my hips upward, so intense
was the climax. Finally I just stopped. And I felt
ripples from her pussy squeezing me, milking, draining
every last drop.
She practically collapsed forward onto my chest and as
my dick softened it fell out of her sopping pussy with a
little plopping noise. She felt that and reacted by
burying her face in my chest with a little "mmmm", then
a sigh and "I love you, Bill."
"Mmmmmm. I love you too, Haley." I caressed her, my
hands lightly roaming over her slight form. For a few
minutes I idly played with strands of her hair. She
stirred.
My little Haley twisted around and I felt he tongue lap
the head of my satiated dick. "You have a mess down
here, baby," she said. And she began lapping and sucking
the combined result of our love-making.
I gave a little tug to her hip with one hand and she
finished swinging around, presenting me with her pussy.
It glistened with liquids, the lubricants from both our
excited bodies, and the thick, streaky white semen just
recently pumped into her hungry pussy. Haley was
cleaning me. I cleaned Haley. I don't know how other
guys do it, but with me and Haley, we tasted good
together and I never gave a second thought to the idea
that I was hungrily lapping up semen. It was, after all,
mixed with Haley's delicious juice. And mine. It was us.
"Now Haley's ALLLLLL clean!" I said.
Haley responded by enveloping my soft dick in her mouth
and squeezing it out with her tongue. "So's Bill," she
chirped. And she flipped around, smiling, and landed on
top of me, face to face. We kissed. I held her and
kissed her on her neck and nibbled on her ear, something
that I knew as good for giggles. Her arms went around my
neck, holding onto me.
"Bill," she whispered, "keep me. Never let me go."
"I won't ever let you go, Haley," I said.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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