What Happened?/Chapter Three
What Happened?
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Chapter Three
Things were never the same after that first time with Jess. We literally spent the whole day naked and in bed. For me that was unheard of. I don’t believe I’ve ever spent the whole day in bed with a woman, much less a young girl. It was extraordinary and my cock simply would not go down. Well, maybe because her mouth wouldn’t let it. I never imagined a young girl would take to sucking the way she did. It was a great tool she used to her advantage when I started to flag.
She lapped up my length and paused long enough at the tip to sip the slimy dew that had accumulated before she dove down on me and tried to force me into her throat. She gagged a little that first and only time.
“You are such a naughty girl,” I told her, “I might have to warm your bottom up with my hand after you’re finished there.”
She plopped me out and told me, “I’m going to be even naughtier,” and then sucked the tip into her mouth again and popped it out and continued.
That last little pop she did felt like a bolt of lightning struck my lightening rod, and I groaned, “Don’t talk with a mouthful or else I’ll have to redden those succulent cheeks of yours,” and then she did it again, and I told her, “I meant it, but I’ll let you finish what you’re doing first.”
Then she popped off of me again and the sensation of her teeth scraping over my head was almost more than I could stand. Then she sucked the tip like a tit while she skinned her hand up and down and brought me to very edge of the precipice… and then she stopped.
“Love, finish me, don’t leave me hanging,” I begged.
“Have I been naughty enough yet?”
“You’ve definitely been that. Personally, I’m going to spend an hour on each of your adorable cheeks. I want them nice and red before I lavish them with kisses and little licks… oh, and then I’m really going to punish you and stick my tongue and fingers in that sugary bottom of yours.”
She held me tightly in one hand, kissed the tip, lashed her tongue across it, and asked, “Have you ever put this in a girl’s bottom? I’ve seen it in the films.”
“No, never, but I’ll put it in yours. First I’ll warm each of your glorious cheeks until they glow, then kiss them and work my way into your crack until I reach your rosy little wrinkled and lick it until it opens up for me before I slide my cock in.”
The girl diddled herself while she tormented my cock with her mouth and that last bit that I told her make her body quiver and her eyes roll up in her head. She almost squeezed my cock with the grip she had on it, but quickly came around again and whispered, “I want you to. Will you? Warm my bum with your hand and then stick this inside of me.”
I had never spanked a girl before but didn’t think it would be too difficult. You just smack the cheeks, but not too hard, until they have a rosy glow, right? The more I thought about it, the more I wanted my tongue and cock inside her bum so I could fill it with cream. So, I eased myself up and lay her face down on the bed.
She was like putty in hands and I looked at those beautiful cheeks and wondered if I had the courage to smack them. Then I pulled them apart and gazed at her tender brown hole and wondered if my cock would fit in there. It was even smaller than her little fanny hole which I could easily fit inside.
Then she lifted her head up and begged, “Don’t hurt me, Daddy.”
When she called me Daddy, I almost squirted my load. She had never known a father, but I was willing to be hers and would never, ever hurt her.
So, I halfheartedly smacked one cheek and told her, “Take that you naughty little nymph.”
“That wasn’t a smack. Smack my bum, daddy!”
Then I smacked the other cheek hard enough to jiggle, and she squealed, “Harder, daddy, harder.”
I smacked the cheek so hard this time she squealed and my fingers stung, then she cried, “Smack my naughty bum daddy, smack it harder.”
I’m sure it stung her as bad as it did me but there was only a bit of red where my fingers landed and I didn’t want to do it again. So, I smoothed my hand over each cheek and then showered them with little kisses. She cooed like little dove so I pulled her cheeks apart and nibbled around her little pucker.
The little thing flowered open for me, and before I speared my tongue inside, I told her, “Now I’m going to spank your bottom hole… with my tongue,” and poked it in so deep it scraped the walls of her rectum.
She squealed, “That’s it, daddy, spank my bottom hole good.”
If the girl didn’t quit talking like that, I was going to spunk before I got inside her bottom. I did like it though and so did my cock. I had never had my tongue inside a bottom hole before, but I loved it and decided that I wanted to do it again and again.
“Quit talking like that, girl.” I demanded, “If you keep it up, daddy’s going to squirt before gets inside your bottom where it belongs.”
She quieted down and put all of her energy into wiggling her bum and squeezing it out so I could get more of my tongue inside. The way it opened, there was no doubt in my mind my cock would fit in there. But I wasn’t ready for that yet because I enjoyed licking it out so much. Her bum had a mind of its own and ground itself into my mouth while I tried to lick her tonsils. Her groans were constant and had some desperation in them along with her hips movements and I couldn’t keep my tongued inside.
Suddenly, she decided it was time for me to act and demanded, “I can’t stand it anymore. You have to put it in me now!”
“Yes, madame, my sentiments exactly.” I thought.
I had been wound up for so long, my balls ached. So, I used a generous amount of her abundant natural lubricant to slick things up and popped myself into the yawning mouth of her awaiting hole. It was like a hot knife slicing through butter and I buried myself to root before it clamped down around me.
“Oh, gawd, this is good.” I moaned.
As good as her little fanny and a lot more wicked considering where I was now. This would definitely not be the last time I buggered her.
When my sack slapped against her poochy little clam, not only did her arse tube clamp down around me, but she slammed her bum back into my pubic bone and began to wail. I had to wait a minute for her to loosen so I could draw back and then punch my cock back into her. She was cooking inside and my sausage was getting fried in the heat. It was a wet heat so ‘steamed’ would be a better word. Let’s say my meat was getting cooked, in a very good way.
She pounded back into me while pummeled into to her and we quickly established a very fast pace. Her first orgasm had wound down and now we were working on second and I wouldn’t be far behind.
It’s absolutely crazy the way things have transpired and if you asked me a week ago if I would be fucking the girl, I would have have called you mad. This Saturday, I believe we explored and did everything the girl had seen in a porno film and she was not only good at it, she loved it all. Of course, I never wanted it to ever end.
We both were so exhausted from the day’s activities, we simply passed out in a jumble of naked flesh and didn’t stir until the phone rang early the next morning. I covered my head with a pillow while Jess answered it, and though the sound was muted, I overheard a squeal, and then, “It was unbelievable… yes, yes… I will,” and then a screamed, “Yes!” followed by a more subtle, “Yes, alright,” and then she pulled the pillow from my face and handed me the phone.
“Howya, love,” I spoke into the phone, “How are things with your sister, alright?”
“You’ve made one girl very happy,” which sounded ominous to me, and then, “My sister’s doing well. The surgeon said they will release her on Tuesday and I’ll drive back on Wednesday. Take good care of my daughter; she really needs you. Bye!” which was followed by a click…
I didn’t know what to make of the call, and then Jess pulled the phone away, plastered her lips against mine and climbed on top of me. So, I asked, “What are you so excited about?”
“Wednesday! Wednesday! I get to stay with you until Wednesday.”
“I’m excited too because it gives me so much more time to devour and ravish that wonderful body of yours… but your mum sounded strange in a way.”
“Probably because she knows what we’re up to. When I answered the phone, the first thing she asked me was, ‘Well, have you done it yet? I want to know if my girl is a woman.’”
“Oh, fuck, just fuck me,” I muttered under my breath, and then asked, “She knows? Was this planned?”
“I told mum I wanted to do it with you and she gave me her blessing.”
“She knows and it’s fine with her,” which was a good thought because it meant I could hang on to my hairy bag a bit longer. Lord knows I’ll need it with Jess around.
She hunched herself against me and asked, “Guess what I need this morning?”
“I can’t imagine,” I stated with a hint of sarcasm, “But I know what I need,” and pulled her legs back before I plastered my mouth against her slit.
First she squealed, and then she groaned as I attacked her clit. I sucked the hard little bean between my lips while I twisted two fingers into her bum and then it was happy girl moment, instant orgasm for her.
She kind of melted into the bed for a second while I mopped my cock through her split and coated it with her juice. When her eyes fluttered open I asked, “Front or back?”
The cheeky bird told me, “Both.”
Stupid question now… decisions, decisions… I did the front hole first and then plugged her rear before I ran out of steam. It was a very nice way to start our day.
Sandra returned on Wednesday, and I hate to say, I sent the girl to school with a snatch full of my cream those three days. After she was dropped off at the office, I latched my door and gave her another healthy dose and then she went to sleep with my semen oozing from her little split.
I took Sandra and Jess to the Inn for supper that night where we ate well and then brought them back to my place so we could talk in private over a brandy or two.
“You must understand, Charles, it’s impossible for me not to know what’s on my daughter’s mind. Simply because I was her age at one time. I knew from the instant I caught her flashing her knickers that she had plans for you. I knew she had a crush on you and wanted a whole lot more. So, I talked to her about it before I left.”
“I was shocked to find out you knew… ah, beforehand. I gave in way too easily and thought you have me hanged.”
“Maybe, just maybe sometime I’ll tell you more. Let’s say, that in a way, Jess is really my sister and she knew her real father before he died.”
“Say that again? I don’t believe I heard you right.”
“Charles, my father was Jessica’s father. Do you understand now?”
“Bugger me running across the village green,” I screamed inside my head, but was speechless at the revelation.
“Like mum, like daughter, dear Charles. We both have this thing for older gentlemen,” Sandra continued.
To this day, Jess and I manage to get in at least one good fuck a day with her bent over the chair in my office and her mum lets her sleep over at my place on weekends. We rarely leave the bed long enough to eat and take care of ablutions.
I’m afraid Sandra may have taken a liking to me the way she plasters herself against me when she visits my place. She also invites me over frequently for supper at hers. After the first few visits, she made it clear that Jess and me could be alone after supper, for as long as it would take, and of course, that didn’t meet with any objection. The last time I was over, I saw her standing in the doorway watching us with her hand under her skirt. Jess knew about it all along but didn’t know how I would react.
It shows you how far down the path to corruption I have traveled if I tell you I found it was exciting to have Sandra watch me fuck her daughter. In fact, Sandra looks better every day to me and I wouldn’t mind her joining us.
However, Jess has become unleashed and gets wilder by the day. Her last request was for me to stay at her place during one of her famous sleep overs with all her friends. She wants us all to watch her mum’s hidden cache of movies together. The more I think about, the more I like the idea of several wild wild and randy twelve year old girls vying for the best grip on my cock. Problem is, I don’t believe I would last very long in that kind of situation. But, I do believe I will be very happy for as long as it does last.
The End
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