Living next door to Alice/Part 3
Living next door to Alice, part 3
I had thought that nothing could surprise me anymore. I was wrong.
“Would you please fuck me? Will you be my second?”
Those words, coming from the very beautiful, very naked, but also very underage Alice, sitting in my lap, took me by surprise. It took a huge effort to not show how her offer startled me. I am still proud of myself for maintaining composure.
My mind raced. It made sense. She's an exhibitionist. She's hypersexual. She loves to be adored by those she likes, and she had obviously taken a liking to me, her new surrogate grandfather. That was why she was so eager to show her body to me, and hear me say I adore her. For her, at her age, with her feelings, having sex is just the natural, logical next step. But should I? Should I accept? Should I decline? And if so, how to do it without hurting her feelings, without tearing down this bond we have just formed.
I knew what my body wanted. Not a shred of doubt. But this was not about me. It would never be about me. Not about my desire to stick my dick in her tight cunny, to shoot rope after rope of my sperm into her immature womb. I can always fantasize and jack off under the shower. This is not about me, it is about her. I only want what's best for her.
She needed me … or rather, someone … to talk to, to comfort her when needed. Someone to be for her what my mother was for me, there for her after school, to talk about whatever she wanted to talk about. After the waterfall of words and emotions she had shared earlier, and the relaxing effect it had on her, it was clear that she had missed this intensely. The most important right now is to make sure that I can continue to be that person for her. Whether she realizes or not, that is now far more important for her than having sex.
Would sex jeopardize our fresh relationship? Or would it improve it? For normal girls, even adult girls, sex always changes a relationship, easily ends a friendship. But she is not a normal girl. She is hypersexual. For her, sex is a normal, almost required means of expression. I pondered, weighed the alternatives. Felt that the risk of refusing was too high, that she might think I rejected her for being not attractive enough. Being unattractive … the kryptonite for an exhibitionist. I also felt that allowing her to share this very personal, very private part of her life with me would help seal the deal, give her the final level of trust needed to open up even the last remaining secrets she still had.
All of this took less than a second. I don't think Alice ever realized how many scenarios and thoughts crossed my mind in that second. She looked at me, expectantly. I smiled.
“No, Alice, I am not going to fuck you. That will never happen. But I can do something else. If you let me, if you allow me, then I would very much like to make love to you.”
She looked disappointed at my first words, then happy again but also confused.
“But … isn't that the same? Just different words for the same thing?”
“No, Alice, there is a difference. Fucking is a purely sexual act. A man and a woman, that have sex, just for the pleasure of it and nothing else. Fucking is what a man does when he visits a prostitute. What people do on a one night stand. There is nothing wrong with fucking, I have done it. And you, hypersexual as you are, will probably do it way more often.
But making love is something different. Making love is one of the best things that can happen between people who really love each other. Making love is not just a quick sexual act for the bodily pleasure. It is two people, living for some time, minutes, maybe hours, with only one target: to make the other person feel as good as possible. To pleasure the other person. To forget the world, forget everything, and just enjoy how good the other person feels.”
I saw on her face that she didn't really understand. She understood parts of it. She understood that making love is another level, another method of interaction, then just fucking. But she didn't REALLY understand. How could she? How can anyone who has never experienced it?
“Show me the way to your room, then I'll show you.” I whispered.
She got up, grabbed me by the hand, grabbed her clothes with her other hand, and led the way. I followed, eagerly admiring her beautiful round butt.
As we mounted the stairs, a dog that had been lying on the floor stood up, wanted to follow.
“No Brutus, not now!” Alice commanded. “Later. Stay!”
The dog obediently sat back on the floor.
She hesitated, very shortly, when her hand was already on the handle. Then opened it.
“This is my room, PD”
I looked around. This was not a normal girls room. Sure, there were the regular school books, some stuffed animals, and what appeared to be a toy tipi. But I also saw a large dildo, a tube of KY jelly, and …
“You actually ride this?”
She nodded, proudly, “I can take it all the way, PD!”
I looked at the size of the dildo that was mounted on her rocking horse. Holy crap, that thing was huge for a girl her size.
“Do you want me to show?”
“Not now, dear Alice. Now is the time for me to show you what lovemaking is. How good it can feel.”
I scooped her up from the floor, right arm under her knees, left under her back. She had her right arm on my shoulder, loosely, not for support. I looked at her face, saw total confidence. That look made my heart melt, once again. But I also wondered, is she this trusting around everyone or does she have a sixth sense for who can and cannot be trusted? I pushed the thought away for now. I'll have to discuss that with her one day, soon. But not now. Now is my time to make her feel loved, adored, admired. And to let her experience the best lovemaking I can give.
I kneeled by the side of her bed, carefully lowered her body and lay her gently down on her bed. I stood up, looked down at her. Admired her beautiful shape, adored her for how relaxed and confiding she lay there, awaiting my next action. I took off my shirt, unbuckled and lowered my pants, gave her a moment to look at me in only my briefs. I would have loved to write how she admired my stunning body here, but it would be a lie. I'm 54. I don't work out. I know how I look.
True, the patches of dark hair on my chest are considered sexy by most women I know, and my graying short beard has also scored some compliments. But other than that, there's really nothing to write home about. While not obese, I definitely am overweight, with a clearly visible pot belly. Not working out and having a job that involves no physical activity means there's nothing muscular to be found anywhere on me. And because I shun the sun, my skin is white as milk.
I looked at her, apologetically.
“I'm sorry, I know I look terrible. If you want to stop … ?”
She interrupted me. Sat up, hugged me. Due to our positions, her hands actually hugged my buttocks, her boobs pressed into my upper thighs, her face was very close to my crotch.
“Stop it, PD. I know you don't have the body of an athletic young man.. You are no athletic young man. But you are beautiful, very beautiful to me. It's …,” she paused, search for words, “it's not about appearance, it's about YOU. You have been so sweet. Taking the time to come here, to ask me how I feel. You listened to my rambling about school and all, and never ever got distracted by your phone like my mum and dad often do. You accepted and understand me for what I am, for how I am. And you make me feel so beautiful every time you look at me. Not just because you say so (though I love hearing you say it), but because your eyes are telling me. Telling me how much you like me, love me even.
You are beautiful to me, PD. And right now, there is no one I would rather have here with me. So please, fuck me, or make love to me, or just stay here and cuddle, or talk. But don't leave because you think you look terrible You don't.”
And then she grabbed the hem of my briefs and gently, slowly, pushed them down over my hips. My already rock hard cock resisted for a moment, then sprang free. She looked at it intently. Stuck out her hand, touched it, gingerly. Enclosed the shaft, pulled back the foreskin to expose the purple head.
“It is beautiful, PD, really beautiful. Not as big as ...”
She interrupted herself, then resumed: “Not very big, but beautiful. Very hard, and a very nice shape. I love it.”
She leaned in, delivered a subtle, gentle peck on the tip of my dick.
“Do you want me to rub it first? Or suck on it? Or do you ...”
I didn't even let her finish. “I want none of that. At least, not now. I promised that I would make love to you. So for now, I want you to lie down, and let me make you feel good. Okay?”
She looked surprised, but then laid back down.
“If anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable, please say so and I'll stop,” I promised. Then I sat down beside the bed, admired once more her beautiful body, marveled at the total submission I saw on her face.
I sat down and looked at her face. Looked, and did nothing else. She looked at me, questioningly. Finally, I spoke.
“You are so beautiful,” I said, “Lovely, sweet, young Alice, dear child. You have no idea how beautiful you are. I could study your face for hours.”
I extended my right hand, touched her lips with my finger. Then started tracing the outlines in her face. Traced her lips with my finger, all around her mouth. Up to and around her small nose, caressing the sides, the tip. I turned my hand to gently caress a cheek with the back of my fingers, then the other cheek. I traced the outline of her earlobes.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered, then with one finger, softly, with the gentlest of touches, traced the eyebrow, the bone underneath, the lid of the eye. I gently stroked her hair, moved a single loose strain aside. Whispered, all the time, how beautiful she is, how lovely every feature of her face is.
I leaned in, my lips on her forehead, kissed her. Moved my lips to her eyes, kissed both eyelids. Then the nose. Then the mouth. She parted her lips, extended her tongue. I pecked it, then moved away. “Not yet, dear. Patience.”
I moved further down, to her neck. Kissed her neck, her shoulders, her neck again.
My hands meanwhile had wandered further south. They had caressed her shoulders as I was kissing her face. And as my mouth found her neck, my hands were gently tracing and massaging the fingers of her hands. Then tracing up, stroking the soft skin of her arms, feeling the soft and downy hairs on her arms.
As my hands found their way back up to her upper arms, her shoulders, and down towards the side of her chest, my mouth worked its way up again. On her neck, her chin, her lower lip. Then I moved my left hand to the back of her head, lifted it gently, and pressed in for our first true kiss. Our lips met, and I felt her body shiver. I kept my eyes open, staring in her immeasurably deep eyes. I parted my lips, extended my tongue, found her lips open, inviting, eager. Our tongues met, started their duel of love.
My right hand meanwhile had found its way to her left breast. I traced the outline, felt the soft flesh in my hand. I cupped the gland, massaged it gently. I traced the outline of her areola with my finger, found her nipple which was hard and pointy. Found the piercing that I had forgotten was there. I broke our kiss.
“Doesn't it hurt when I touch it?” I asked.
“No,” she panted, “it's sensitive, but in a good way. Please don't stop.”
I resumed our kiss, then also continued my exploration of her young, barely developed breast. This was new to me. I've never had a lover with piercings before, not in such a sensitive area. I was very afraid to hurt her. But the way she pushed her chest upward, into my hands, made it clear that she wanted this. I kept playing, fondling, touching, all the time keeping our lips locked, our tongues dancing, and my eyes locked on hers to watch for any sign of pain or discomfort. There was none. Just lust, pure lust, and an intense concentration on all the pleasures she felt.
I broke our kiss. She sighed heavily.
“Like it?”
“Hmmmm, yes. Don't stop, please?”
“I won't, I never want to stop touching you. You are not only beautiful to look at, you are irresistible to touch.”
She beamed. I don't know if it was insecurity or a side effect of her exhibitionism, but this girl thrived on compliments. And since I thrive on the twinkle of her laughing eyes, I just wanted to keep saying nice things.
But I also wanted something else. I shifted, adjusted my position. Lay her head back on the pillow so that now I could use my left hand on her left breast, continuing the nipple play that my right hand did before. My right hand made its way to her stomach area, caressing and stroking her soft skin, gently massaging her muscles. I leaned in again, and my mouth found her right breast. I stuck out my tongue, barely touching her nipple. I then leaned in a bit more, kissed her. I sucked in her nipple and areola, sucked in as much as I could of her soft flesh, then let go again. I continued to give kisses, alternated with stroking her nipple with my tongue. I sucked in her breast again, made sure to close my lips around my teeth, then closed and applied a bit of pressure. She moaned, loudly, and I stopped.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Go on, go on, don't stop” she panted. Her breathing went faster and faster as I repeated what I did before. I sucked and bit, gently, on her right breast. Massaged and played with her left breast. And kept stroking her stomach with my other hand, moving in small circles, slowly but surely away from her chest, down to her pelvis.
Finally I reached her mons pubis. They were soft, so incredibly soft. I gently massaged her there, working down, inch by inch. When my hand had reached the bottom of her mons, I extended my right middle finger gently, on top of her young slit. I felt heat emanating from her pussy, felt a wetness I had not held for possible. I heard her breathing speed up, more and more. Heard her moaning and panting. She was on the edge of orgasm. This was my cue.
I increased my sucking on her right breast, massaged her left breast with more vigor, and at the same time pushed my right finger gently in between her outer labia. I felt them give way, accept the intrusion. I rubbed her in between her outer lips, found the small hump that was her clitoris. I touched it, moved my fingers on it in small circles, softly, not too much pressure, but faster and faster. And then she exploded.
“Aaaa … aaaahhhhh … ooh yeeesss!”
I did not relent. I kept attacking her boobs with my hand and mouth, kept stimulating her clitoris, until finally I felt her breathing slow down and settle. Then I stopped, knowing that she would need a break right now.
She just lay there for at least a minute. Body completely relaxed. Eyes closed. Lips smiling. And I sat there, looked, savored every inch of her body, every pore of her skin, every drop of sweat that glistened on her marvelous skin. And then her eyelids opened. She looked at me with those dreamy blue eyes.
“That was fantastic, PD. That was one of the strongest orgasms I ever had. I never knew you could do that with just touching alone!”
I smiled. “That is why I say that making love is not at all like fucking. This is making love, dear. And we are only getting started. Are you ready for more?”
“I'm not sure. I think I need a minute more. Do you want me to play with your dick now?”
“Normally, I would say no. You probably know how men lose their erection after an orgasm. I normally would wait until I have given you as many orgasms as I can. But this is special. You are special. You are so exciting, so beautiful, so sexy and hot, that I will probably explode as soon as I enter you. And I don't want that. I want it to last.
So yes, you can play with me now. Don't be surprised if I cum soon. I am on a hair trigger now. But I will recover when I give you your next orgasms, and then I will be ready for more, and able to continue longer.”
She pressed a finger to my lips.
“Stop talking, PD. Your turn. Lie down and relax, I'll try to make you as happy as you made me.”
She paused. “But I am not as patient as you are. I will be more direct. I will try to learn to do it the way you do, later. Now I just want to play with your penis.”
I laid down on the back, closed my eyes, giving Alice full reign. If she had dared to put so much confidence in me, then I would definitely do the same. I felt her shift position on the mattress, then a soft and warm hand touched my pot belly, stroked it, moved down. She reached my pubic hair, played with it, curling my hairs around her finger. And then she touched the shaft of my already rock hard dick. Her hand closed around the base. Another hand closed near the top, applying firm but sweet pressure.
Her top hand moved down, pulling the foreskin along to expose my dickhead, which I knew to be deep purple and throbbing by now. She then moved it back up again, down, up, down, stimulating my dickhead with my foreskin and the pressure of her hands.
“I like uncircumcised,” she commented, “the skin is fun to play with.”
She once more pulled my foreskin back, left it there. A hand touched the tip of my dick, picked up some of the precum. She moved her hand along my dickhead, distributing the slippery fluid, smearing it everywhere. She repeated it a few times, until my dickhead felt totally slippery. Then she returned to slowly moving my foreskin up and down, but every time she exposed my dickhead her other hand would gently move along the head, stroke it. I had never been jacked this way before and it felt totally sensational. I felt a cramp in my balls, felt ready to cum; but then Alice squeezed sharply at the base of my cock and it stopped.
“Not yet,” she mumbled.
She stopped stroking. I felt the mattress move, she was changing position again. Nothing else happened, for a while. I was tempted to open my eyes to see what she was doing, but decided to keep them closed, show my trust, allow her to surprise me. Then she grabbed my cock again, and I felt a wet warmth engulf my dickhead. I heard the suckling sounds. I felt her tongue massage my dick. I registered how she tried to take me deeper and deeper, felt my tip hit her throat, heard her gag.
She coughed, stopped her blowjob. “I'm sorry. I had read about deep throating and wanted to try it but I think I'm not ready yet.”
“Oh dear Alice, don't be sorry. I love you either way. That you wanted to try is already so incredibly sexy! I'm sure you'll learn, one day.”
“Can you open your eyes, please? I want to see you when you cum.”
I opened them. I saw her face, smiling, happy. She was sitting on her knees, between my legs.
“You are still beau...” Her small breasts bounced in the most delightful way as she bent forward, once more enclosed my dick between her gorgeous lips and started sucking. “Aaaahhh, yeah. Beautiful.” I finished my sentence.
With my dick far in her mouth, she looked up, locking her gorgeous eyes with mine. Her right hand grabbed the base of my cock, started pumping. Her face went up and down, her tongue kept twirling around my dickhead, and all the time her eyes never broke contact. Her left arm extended backwards to between her legs, probably diddling herself.
It didn't take long. I had already been excited and erect since she undressed, even more when she sat on my lap to hug me. I had been close a few times from the sheer joy of suckling her boob and fondling her cunny, especially when I felt her orgasm under my hands. And then again from her hand job. I think her head went up and down less than ten times before I grunted: “Oh my god, here it comes!”
She took my dick out of her mouth, stroked it wildly with two hands, and made sure to point it so that the first spurt hit her right in the face, on her eyes and nose. She scooted up, caught the second spurt on her tits. Then back again, mouth wide open, to catch my third spurt on her tongue. And then she lowered her head, enclosed my dick again, and didn't let go, as I let out a few more spurts and she swallowed it all. When I was finally done, she just kept my dick in her mouth, allowed it to shrivel back to normal proportions before releasing it from this heavenly prison.
She looked me in the eyes. “How did I do, PD? Was this lovemaking, or was this just sex?”
I smiled. “You did a fantastic job, sweet child. Normally I would say that only you can be the judge of whether you had sex or made love. Because the difference is in your mind, in your attention. But I saw it in your eyes, and I noticed it in how you made me feel: you gave me full attention, your only goal was my happiness and nothing else. That is what it is like to make love to someone! Thank you, you were fantastic!
And now scoot up please and kiss me!”
She obliged. We kissed. A long, lingering kiss. Tongues playing. I tasted my sperm in her mouth.
“Isn't it weird and gross to taste your own sperm, PD?”
“In lovemaking, nothing is ever gross, dear Alice. I saw how you enjoyed the taste, and then you shared that joy by sharing the taste.”
I broke the kiss, licked her nose, her eyes, her forehead and chin, until all traced of my sperm were gone.
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world, with or without this on your face. But I think it's more comfortable for you when it's gone.”
“Thanks,” she replied, “I must admit that it stung my eyes a bit.”
She then looked down at my deflated cock. “I think that could use some cleaning to.”
I expected her to go to the bathroom and grab a cloth, but she just took it in her mouth, sucked it clean, licked all the traces of sperm and precum away.
“Still soft. Shouldn't it be hard again by now?” She sounded disappointed.
I chucked. “That's my age, dear child. Trust me, it will get back up. I just need more time than younger men. Thanks for cleaning it. But now, if you want to, I would like you to lie down again and allow me to give you more joy.”
She laid down, spread her legs. I saw her outer labia part, revealing the inner labia, the small dark circle that marked the entrance to her tunnel of love, and the hood of the clitoris. I also saw a questioning look at my crotch.
“But how? You're not going to get it in in this limp state?”
I smiled. “I have other plans first, dear love!”
I kneeled at the foot end, grabbed her ankles, and gently pulled her closer, until her buttocks aligned with the end of the mattress. I then released her ankles, so she could dangle her feet from the bed. I put my hands on her inner thighs, felt the smoothness of her skin, the firmness of her muscles. I gently pushed them outwards, opening her up further and further. I was careful, didn't want to overstretch her. I was surprised how far I could go. But then I remembered that she had talked about ballet lessons. That explained how flexible she was. I pushed even further now, until I finally felt a first bit of resistance. Her pussy lay bare, wide open. Her outer labia had parted, I had full access to her inner labia, to her vaginal entrance, to her clit.
I released my hands, knowing that her ballet has made her limber enough to maintain this position without effort. I rested my right hand on her mons pubis, placed my right thumb on her clitoris, and started making circular motions. She was still wet when I started but soon extra liquids were flushing. I used the index finger of my left hand to gently touch the entrance of her love canal. It was wet and slippery. I applied some pressure. There was resistance, she was tight, very tight, but then the resistance gave way and my finger slid in.
After seeing the toys in her room I knew she was not a virgin. So I didn't have to be careful about her hymen. Once past the subtle resistance of her tight entrance, I was able to easily slide my finger in, all the way, it's entire length. I moved it gently, slowly, in and out, all the time continuing to massage her clitoris with my right thumb. As I heard her breathing increase, her panting changed into moaning and small squeals of delight, I increased the pace, fingerfucking this precious young girl faster and faster. Soon I felt her body contract, hear her breathing cease momentarily, then resume as spasm after spasm rippled through her cunt, squeezed my finger, and even more girl juice dripped down her buttocks, through her crack, on to the bed.
This time I didn't stop. I slowed down, just a bit, during her orgasm. But as soon as I heard her breathing relax, I pulled out my index finger, then back in with my middle finger added, and continued to fingerfuck her like crazy. I removed my thumb, planted my lips on her mons and on the upper part of her slit. My tongue found her clit, started caressing it. I sucked it in, released it. Carefully, keeping my ears wide open, I sucked in her clit and bit, Softly, subtly. Pain and sex is a turnoff for me. I didn't want to hurt her, but I know that at this stage of sexual joy a stronger stimulation can be very arousing. I continued to nibble.
A second orgasm rippled through her body. My right hand had by now found her breast again, fondling and massaging it. I felt how slippery her skin was, knew she'd be sweating like crazy from all the orgasms. I squeezed her tit, rammed two fingers in her cunt, sucked and nibbled on her clitoris to trigger yet another orgasm. She fainted, so now I stopped.
But as soon as she came to, I once more placed my head in her crotch. This time I had two hands on both her boobs. This time, I had my mouth locked around her love tunnel. I licked around the sensitive walls, making sure to brush her clitoris with my upper lip all the time, knowing that the hairs of my moustache would stimulate her even more. I extended my tongue, pushed it in. I sucked some fluid out of her, stuck my tongue in once more, probed how deep I could go.
And she came again. I tried to lap up the girl juice that was flowing from her young pussy but I was unable to keep up. I savored the sweet taste of her honey, drank as much as I could, until her body went limp and her orgasm waned.
I gave her some time to recover. I had lost track of how many orgasms she'd had by now. I wanted her to collect herself before the final step. As she laid there, spent, I kept sweet-talking her, telling her how much I love her, how great she looks, how nice she tastes.
“Kiss me,” she commanded, “I let you taste you, now you let me taste me.”
I leaned in, kissed her deep and long. Her tongue darted around in my mouth, finding all remaining traces of her girl juice.
“Hmmm, not bad. I had actually never tasted that before, you know?”
I moved her limp body back to the normal position on the mattress. Spread her legs, knelt between her legs, knelt down. My hands supporting my body, I was now over her. I kissed her once more on her mouth.
“Are you ready, dear Alice? Are you sure you want this?”
“Oh yes, yes! Yes I am ready! Yes I want it, more than anything else!”
I grabbed my rock hard dick, positioned it on top of her entrance. I lowered my face, locked lips, pushed my tongue in her mouth, and at the same time pushed my hips forward. I was in.
There was little resistance. She was so wet, so slippery, I was able to push my member all the way in until my pubic hairs tickled her hairless mons. It felt fantastic. She was tight, so very tight. Her vaginal muscles squeezed around my dick. As I slowly moved out and back in again, I felt every inch, every millimeter of my dick be massaged by the walls of her vagina. It was the best feeling ever!
We fucked slowly, at first. Relaxed, laid back. Just enjoying the feeling of my body inside hers. She told me how stretched she felt, how filled up, how complete. I felt her how it felt as if my dick was in the most comfortable home it could want, how I wished I could stay inside her forever,
I fucked her in long, slow strokes, almost all the way out, then back in again as far as I could. But I gradually increased the pace. At one point, she stopped talking. Her breathing increased, she started to moan. And when she spoke, occasionally, the words were incoherent.
“Oh my god! Good, so good. More! Yes!”
I must admit, my own conversation at that point was probably at a similar or even lower intellectual level.
As I felt her approach another orgasm, I started pounding her real hard. I had seen the size of the dildo on her rocking horse. It was larger than my dick. I knew, if she can take that, than I can fuck her hard without hurting her.
I pounded her hard, as hard as I could, I felt my balls slap against her ass every time I rammed in. I supported myself on my right hand only, used my left hand to grab a boob and squeeze as hard as I dared. And then I felt another orgasm ripple through her vagina, massaging my dick, squeezing it, pushing her juices out.
She wanted to change position. She had me lie down on my back. She then squatted above me, lowered herself on me, taking full control. She told about Kegel exercises, wanted to show what she had learned. I lay perfectly still, she sat perfectly still, she concentrated … and then I felt her cunt contract around my dick, massaged my shaft in an incredible way. I was glad that I had already cum earlier that day, even so it was hard to hold back.
She stopped, started talking. Something about a bunny, I think? No idea, really. I couldn't focus, all my attention was with the delight of my dick in her cunny, the sensation of the massage I had just had, the sight of her beautiful boobs, pearls of sweat making hem glisten in the light of the setting sun through her window, and the precious look of happiness on her face, eyes shining, sparkling white teeth exposed.
She looked at me questioningly. Said impatiently, “PD, are you even listening? Again, do you want me to show?” I nodded, still unable to speak. And then, seconds later, realized that I should perhaps have first asked what she wanted to show. She started moving her whole body up and down, up and down, at an incredible pace. Every move up, my dick was sucked through her love canal, through the resistance of her Kegel muscles. And every move down was just gravity letting her full back. Every thrust came deeper and deeper inside her. I groaned. I grumbled. I panted. But I held back. Somehow.
She didn't. She thrust down as yet another orgasm hit her. Her entire body was shaking, her boobs were dancing, her vagina was squeezing my dick. And then she relaxed.
“Can I now try one of my favorite positions?” I asked.
“Hmmm?”
“Doggy style. Have you heard of it?”
She grinned. “Yes, I have”.
She settled on all fours, on her knees and elbows, ass sticking up. I admired her firm, round buttocks, noticed her tight anus. Not today, I decided. Perhaps later.
I settled behind her, positioned my dick, and pushed all the way in.
“Hmmm, are you deeper now?”
“That's one of the reasons I love this position, you naturally go deeper.” I admitted.
“One of the reasons?”
“Yes, I have two others.”
And with that I grabbed her left tit with my left hand, moved my right hand between her legs to find her clitoris. As I started to move in and out of this precious little girl, I simultaneously stimulated her clit, massaged her boob, squeezed her nipple.
“Ohhh, that feels so good,” she sighed. “Don't stop.”
I didn't. I continued. Slowly, decidedly. In, out, back in again. Circling her clitoris, cupping her tit. In, out, faster, ever faster. When I felt her cum, I pushed all the way in, made my cock twitch.
“Oh wow, did you just cum?”
I grinned. “No dear, you are not the only one who has trained some muscles.”
I don't know how long we kept going. I made her come at least three more times. It became harder and harder to hold back.
I whispered in her ear: “I will cum soon. Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, please come in me. I want all of you in me, for as long as I can.”
I held back until I felt her next orgasm approach. Then, as another orgasm caused her rippling cunt to massage all sides of my dick, I let go. I felt my balls release, felt my dick expand as spurt after spurt of my sperm shot through, hit Alice's cervix, filled her immature womb.
We collapsed on the bed, in a tight, tired, sweaty embrace. I just looked her in the eyes, the sweetest sight I had ever seen. She looked back, happy, content, confiding. We just lay there, and lay there, as time passed. Happy, together, since we were all that mattered right now and nothing else was on our minds.
Finally, she sat up.
“That was really great, PD. Thanks for showing me what lovemaking is. I want to do that more often.”
She paused. “But I also want to continue to fuck. Is that weird?”
“No, not at all dear Alice. I think it's your hypersexuality. You want, no need a lot of sex. And sex can not always be like this. Then it wouldn't be special anymore. But now you know the difference. You can choose who is so special to you that you want to make love. And who is just a good looking man that is lucky enough that you want to fuck him. Or good looking woman you want to have other sex with.”
“But right now, I have one final thing I want to do. If I may?”
I returned my head to her crotch, started licking. I sucked at her entrance, swallowing the mixture of girl juice and man sperm that was still there. Licked the area clean. Licked and stimulated her clitoris, until I felt her have one more orgasm. Not a wild orgasm like before. A gentle, smooth orgasm. Not a tropical storm, but a summer breeze.
She then returned the favor, licked my dick once more completely clean. I noticed how she tried to get it hard again, but I was spent.
“It won't get hard anymore, sweet child of mine. But what you are doing is still incredibly erotic and sexy, and I enjoy it. Thanks, my love.”
At the door, we hugged once more.
“Thank you so much that you will be my surrogate grandfather, PD. I will visit you or invite you when I need someone to talk to. And if you don't mind then also when I want to fuck you.”
“To fuck?” I asked, surprised, “not to make love?”
She paused to think, then replied. “No. Not with you. This was special, so very special. It will never be like this again. If we would ever make love again, it would not be like this. And then I will be disappointed, and I think you will too. I want to keep this memory as it is.
But I do hope that I can fuck that nice, hard dick of you more often. It feels good in me, especially because it's yours.”
She opened the door. I turned to leave but she held me back. Stood on her toes. Gave me a quick peck on my cheek.
“Thanks, ...” she said.
And then, with a mischievous grin, added: “... gramps!”
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