The morning of our flight I arrived to pick up Rehan, her mother came out and greeted me, thankfully, she wasn’t totting a platter of something for me to take with. She thanked me profusely for allowing Rehan to travel with me. I told her it was no problem, and she said she told Rehan to make certain she thanked me as well.
We loaded the only bag Rehan had into the back of my SUV and head to the airport. Along the way she made small talk, mostly about business. Then she surprised me and asked if there would be any free time. I was surprised, this girl was about work, and only work. She then explained that she had family in the area and wanted to be able to say hi, maybe.
I told her no problem, I would make a car available for her use at the front doek when we arrived. She started to protest, but I told her, she was in an unfamiliar town, and that she would not try using public transit on her own, alone. She thanked me and said I looked after her like her dad did. She looked over at me and I caught a glance of her bright blue eyes behind those thick glasses.
The flight was uneventful, thankfully, I am not a good flyer, I hide it well, but I really don’t like giving total control to a man behind a locked door that I have never met. Take off and landing were smooth, the meal served was adequate, at least by airline standards, When we deplaned, we stood for an eternity until out luggage was on the beltway.
In the pickup zone, we caught a cab to the hotel. And upon arrival we were greeted by the concierge and his assistant. I was asked if there was anything that I or my traveling companion would need, if so, he would address it personally for me.
Adjoining rooms, one with twins and one with a king. They handed our key card and up we went. She was staring out the glass walled elevator as we went up, and even further up. Her hand unconsciously grabbed the sleeve of my jacket, caught herself and let go.
“I don’t like heights.” Was her only explanation.
We got to the rooms, and both walked in to our respective ones, a minute later there’s a knock on the shared door.
“But, I thought you were getting the king sized bed?”
“Have you ever slept on a king sized bed Rehan?”
“No, and the only other time I was on an airplane was when we were coming to this country, I was 10 and it was all a blur. It was during the uprisings before unification. My parents wanted to make sure me and Kafi were safe if there were to be battles. They sold all we had for the tickets.”
“So, enjoy, call it a corporate perk for doing such a good job.” She grinned ear from ear.
“Also, there is a large jacuzzi in your bathroom, you can relax and enjoy yourself when we are not working.?
“Would you like to join me?” I was flabbergasted and stunned by her offer. I mean, she’s 16 and I’m 39. Then it dawned on me, she didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Why don’t you head to the bathroom and I will show you what that is.”
She opened the door and walked in, I turned the light on and I heard her take a sudden intake of breath. When she turned back to me, she was mortified.
“I-I-I didn’t know what that was, I thought it was a TV or something. I never knew something like this existed. I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry.”
She looked close to tears. So, I reassured her that it was quite OK, and she didn’t know what it was, so how could she make a mistake and be aware of it?”
I suggested we get changed, cleaned up and meet downstairs for dinner in 2 hours. Then also said she could tryout the jacuzzi to see if she liked it. She smiled at the idea and thought it was great.
I went back to my room, stripped and hopped in the shower. While I was showering, I couldn’t get an image of her, mousey, glasses, hair up, sitting in the tub. I found myself getting hard at the thought. Never thought of her in that way. I let the thought pass and went back to showering and then getting dressed.
I was sitting in the lobby when she exited the elevator. She looked relaxed and calm, more relaxes then when she is in the office, there, she is like a guitar string, always tense.
I greeted her and we went into the restaurant. Not a chain, nor standard hotel fare either, this was a 5-star rated Steakhouse. We were seated, water was poured, and the waiter came over with his assistant to take our drink order. I ordered a Chivas Regal 25, rocks, with a twist, and ordered Rehan a Malbec Icone, for my “Daughter”. Her thick eyebrows shot up. The waiter looked closely at her and without a word they both disappeared to get our drinks.
“Daughter?”
“I thought you might like to enjoy the finer aspects of dinning.”
“Thank you.”
The drinks came quickly. I ordered the cold seafood sampler, soft shelled crabs and seared sesame seared Ahi for appetizers. I ordered the shrimp bisque for both, Caesar salads, a full cut prime rib for me, and she opted for the petite filet mignon.
Prior to the meal being served, I suggested a Rogue Dubonnet for her and a Cyynar for myself as aperitifs. I could tell she didn’t much care for the aperitif, but she said nothing and politely finished it properly.
She was overwhelmed by the selection of food, had never really had seafoods like this before, and melted in her chair like the butter on her filet mignon when it was presented to her. She finished almost the entire platter with gusto. This was probably the most exquisite dining she had ever experienced, and I am certain the most expensive.
“I see why travel is good, the company really takes care of you.”
“Not really, this is my treat for you doing such an amazing job these last few weeks.”
She was stunned, caught herself and closed her mouth. “But. . . Thank you very much.”
For dessert she opted for the chocolate lava cake, and I selected a tray of tarts.
For the digestif, I ordered her a Galliano, and I another Chivas. We chatted about work about school, her father, what she recalled about Armenia, many things. I could see she was lightly buzzed. That was good, she’s in the major leagues now, so she should enjoy it when it is offered.
Her jaw nearly dislocated when she looked over and saw the bill. I don’t think she ever saw a meal that cost as much as this did. She didn’t say a word, but thanked me again. I stood and got her chair for her.
We walked back to the elevator, I offered her my arm, which she gladly accepted. Small talk all the way back up to the rooms.
I made a joke that this is when I would normally offer a drink and invite the lady into my room. A momentary panic crossed her eyes, and I covered by saying that she should enjoy the jacuzzi and get a good night’s rest, we start in earnest tomorrow at noon.
She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a peck on the cheek, thanked me for dinner and a wonderful time and then hurried into her room.
As I walked into mine, my mind began to wander into places I never thought of before. I began to think of Rehan as more than just a kid, a high schooler doing inter work. I pictured in my eye her smiling at diner, staring in amazement as the food came out, looking on in wonder at the jacuzzi, all of this was concerning to me, I never thought I would look at her in that manner. Probably just the booze in me.
I was talking my tie off and hanging it in the closet when I dismissed the thoughts completely. I got out of the remainder of my suit, put on some track pants a t-shirt and joggers, and decided I would head down to pool to swim a few laps before bedtime.
The pool and spa were closed for their daily maintenance at that time, so I returned to my room to watch some TV and relax. I looked over the offerings on the in room movie service, not much unless you included the porn option, and that was nothing much as well. I decided a book was in order, and broke out the new Clancy novel.
I mixed a drink and tucked into the book. About an hour later the phone by the bedside chirped, I reached over to answer and it was Rehan, she sounded troubled. I asked her if all was OK, and she told me she has a problem, can I come to her room. Highly unusual, however, I said I would. I then heard the adjoining door open on her side, so I entered her room through that.
I was startled, she was in a large hotel towel, dripping wet, her hair pinned up, ever present glasses on, and she had a look of panic in her eyes.
“The big tub, it’s, I think I broke it”. She sounded worried and panicky.
I stepped into the bath and was greeted with a mountain of bubbles, foam, suds, it was piled high above the jacuzzi, and growing. I felt around until I found the control panel and was able to shut the jets off, it took me longer to find the water circulators to shut them down.
By this time, the frothing mix had spilled out of the tub and all over the front of me. I was covered head to toe in it, as was Rehan. Seeing an image of us in the large mirror, I started to laugh, she looked at me with those humongous eyes and thick eyebrows and had a perplexed look on her face.
I told her that I would take care of this, and to go to my suite and rinse off all the soap and froth that was on her. As she left the room, I couldn’t help but glance at her, she was short, and her build reflected her stature, the towel clung to her, accenting curves I never noticed in the past. Her ass was pert and firm, the skin I could see on her upper body, arms, and legs was a rich olive color. With her hair pinned up, I could see the nape of her neck. I was becoming aroused and couldn’t control it.
She entered my suite and left the connecting doors ajar. When I heard the shower start up, I started hers up as well and grabbed the hand wand to spray the suds down with a fine mist, I knocked all the froth down until it was controllable amount that would dissipate on its own. I used a single towel to get errant clumps of bubble and the few places I missed the basin and sopped up the water.
I noticed the shower was off in my suite, yet Rehan had not returned. As I hung the towel to dry before collection tomorrow, I thought about what I had seen of her in just the wrapped towel. She was an attractively built woman, no girl, remember, she is a girl. She looked very innocent, diminutive and tiny, almost innocently so. I felt myself becoming aroused again, I had to stop this.
I closed the light and drew the door behind me, making sure to leave the ventilation fan on to air the room out and help dry anything I may have missed. It wouldn’t do to have the staff think a tryst was on going in what was, as far as they we concerned, was my daughters’ room.
I knocked on the adjoining door and heard her small voice say to come in. I entered and she was seated on the corner of the closest bed to the door. She was sitting with her legs crossed. I could take in the sinewiness of her legs, how the muscles stood out on her calves, the thin, but sculpted lower portion of her thighs, colored a beautiful olive, her muscles etched into her skin. I appreciated her physicality more each time I saw her. I had to keep this in control.
I told her I had taken care of the issue, and that you really shouldn’t put soap, especially any suds bath in a jacuzzi while the air was being run. It simply keeps creating more and more bubbles and eventually will get away from you. That it is best to simply lay in the water and soak in the warmth of the water pulses and bubbles massaging you.
“So, it’s better than a shower?”
“Well, a shower is for washing and relaxing, and other things.” Why’d I say that?
“Other things?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was inappropriate, I apologize.”
“I still don’t understand, what else can you do in a shower other than bathe and relax?”
“Well, if two people are in the shower together. . .” And I let the inference of what I was saying hang in the air. Why was I doing this? What am I thinking?
“Oh, OK, oh, OH, OH!”
It dawned on her what I was saying and she went 4 shades of red blushing all the way up her neck and face. She smiled a charming little smile that made her blue eyes flash.
“I didn’t know that two people could fit in a shower, the one I have at home is so small, it’s tiny, even for me. The one here, now that I’m thinking about it, two people would have no problem fitting into it at all, they would have quite a bit of room, and there’s even a bench to sit on in it. I never saw that before. It’s really large, my entire family would fit in here.”
She was talking an excessive amount, I knew she was nervous, it was showing in her words and her mannerisms.
I had to shut this down before it went too far. I was thinking things with my hind mind that were nothing but trouble and a world of hurt. I mean, I’m in a high-end hotel with a beautiful young woman, a girl really, a highschooler actually, this could get bad, oh so bad. But, why wasn’t I stopping it?
“Rehan, you know what that bench is there for, right?”
“Yeah, if you get tired while you’re shower. . . Oh, oh my. Ohh.” And I saw the gears in her head start to move. Her eyes kept glancing at me, looking at me, my face, my mouth, then flashing down to my groin.
What made me do it? I don’t know, I acted on primal impulse, I guess.
I stood and offered my hand, she reached and stood, holding the top of the wrapped towel with the other hand. As she turned to face the door, I nudged it closed with the toe of my slipper. I closed with a soft click.
I heard a soft intake or breath, her hand that was holding mine tightened lightly. I turned to look at her, those eyes wide, ever so magnified, looking wider then possible. I could see her pulse throbbing in the vein in her neck. She was looking up at me, in all her innocence and purity. I placed my other hand around the small of her back, and she started nibbling on her lower lip. That look sent me into an unrecoverable nose dive, I was in for the duration.
I guided her to the other bed and walked her slightly backwards until her calves touched the bed. When she felt that, she looked up at me again and I covered her mouth with mine. Her kissing was immature, she didn’t know how to fully kiss someone, I introduced my tongue to her and she slowly started duplicating my actions.
My hand slid up her back to the nape of her neck, I held her there as I disengaged from her mouth and moved my attentions to her neck and shoulders. She stood on her toes, a small soft cooing was coming from her mouth. Her neck bent and I softly kissed up to ear. With a soft nibble, I felt her hand slide up my arm.
I gently nibbled on her ear, she gently said “no, no, I. . .”
I drew her closer to me, and felt her arms start to snake around me. “I can’t, I shouldn’t”
My one hand lowered tracing down the center of her back, lower on to her shapely ass. He breath caught in her throat. When she started breathing again, it was in rapid short breaths. He heart was fluttering, I felt her shaking hand trace the nape of my neck.
I whispered in her ear “Rehan, you are beautiful.” I kissed her deeply again and picked her up in my arms. She was shaking, her entire body was vibrating she was trembling in excitement mixed with terror.
Her arms went around my neck, he searched for my mouth with hers. Her efforts rewarded with a me returning her eager lips with mine, our tongue intertwined. I felt the nails of her one hand dig through my hair and into my scalp. She broke off and whimpered “No, please no.” She was begging me to stop.
I reengaged her mouth, nibbled on her lip she locked her lips to mine, her protests coming for blunted lips and falling on deaf ears. He pressed her mouth hard to mine. When she came up for breath, she looked into my eyes, a feral pleading was there. “Now, take me now!” And she latched back on to me.
I placed her on the bed and broke the kiss. She looked at me thru her glasses. I reached up and removed them, revealing the deepest most sensual eyes I have ever seen. They drank in my soul.
I placed the glasses on the night stand and then slowly undid the knot at the top of her towel. A gasp escaped her, she raised her arms, at first to stop me, then to allow the towel to fall off her tiny frame. The towel slid down her body to pile on the bed.
She lay before me, exposed, completely naked, her skin olive complexion, her breasts were small, no, not just small, they were tiny, much smaller then I initially thought. They were but small mounds topped with a tan areola that had dark brown, granite hard nipples that stuck out form her flesh. Her almost nonexistent breasts were covered in goosebumps. Her chest heaving with excitement.
I glanced down at her body. He stomach was flat, not an ounce of fat, her navel, gently sunken into that beautifully flat area above her surprisingly bare mons. There was a slight ever so slightly darker line running her belly lower towards her womanhood, no girlhood, she was still a girl, I had to remind myself. However, I was too far committed at this point to stop.
I lowered my face to one of her petite breasts, slowly licked the light colored area around her left nipple, it was pounding in beat with her heart. She was breathing in deep gasps as I then drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking, holding it between my teeth and lightly nibbling.
“Daddy, oh Daddy, oh, please, more, Daddy, don ‘t stop!” She was calling me Daddy, that was a twist I didn’t see coming. She was now holding my head tight to her chest, her breathing was picking up, her arms pressing me closer to her, a small cry emanated from her lips and she started to convulse, to thrash on the top of the bed. This poor girl was having an orgasm from me simply suckling upon her nipple.
I held her close as her nails dug into my head, her hips were instinctively thrusting, she cried “Daddyyy!!!” He started to cry, her moans mixing with her weeping as her body throbbed in joy. As the waves of pleasure pulsed through her she clutched the bed spread with one hand, and my head with the other.
Her weeping subsided and she was breathing deeply as I looked at her face. She had a contentment I had never seen on her face before. She looked like a different person, more sedate, calmer, less stressed, younger even. She looked radiant.
I stood and removed my shirt, small look if fear, trepidation almost ran across her face.
“I-I’ve never. . .”, and in a meek voice I almost couldn’t’ hear, “I’ve been with anyone before, I don’t know what to do. I’m still a virgin. . .”, Even quieter, “Do you still want me?
“I don’t want you to leave. I’ll do anything, you just have to teach me.”
There was fear in her voice, as if I would deny her now, after she experienced her first taste of being a woman. Her fear was being cast aside, passed over for her inexperience, she was terrified of being abandoned right now.
I sat down on the bed right next to her. I traced a finger from her belly button to her nipple to her lips and held my finger there.
I leaned down and kissed her lightly, she arched her back to meet my mouth, the eagerness within her evident in her desire. She was physically desperate to experience that phrenzy of pleasure again. She was deeply desiring, needful almost of my touch.
I broke the kiss, “I would never do anything that you weren’t willing to do. I promise, I won’t force you, hurt you, or insist you do anything. I can lay here and hold you, you can go back to your room and this never happened, or we can continue, on your terms, at your speed. You control what happens and how fast, OK?”
“But, I don’t know what to do or how to do anything. I haven’t ever kissed a boy until I kissed you. I never even held someone’s hand.”
“I’ll teach you honey, slowly, we have the entire week plus to spend together. We have to be careful though, nothing outside these two rooms. OK? No one can ever know about his, not your sister, not your friends, no one.”
“OK, I promise, I promise I will never ever tell anyone anything about us. Please touch me again. Please, make me feel that way again.”
I lowered one of my hands and took her nipple between my finger and thumb, I slowly rolled, lightly increasing the pressure. Hey eyes rolled, her breath caught, and she signed a sigh of utter contentment.”
As I played with her nipple, “When we checked in, I told them you are my daughter. You called me Daddy a few times now, continue to call me Daddy, OK baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Don’t stop Daddy, that feel so good.”
I lowered my free hand and touched her stomach, he breathing caught and back arched. My hand moved down lower, tracing to the top of her mons, little circles, each growing in size. Until I finally felt the slight rise of the front of her pubis.
My finger traced down the cleft od her vagina and back up again, lightly teasing her. She was breathing in gulps now, her chest heaving under my touch.
I leaned down and whispered into her ear”, Spread your legs a little bit open baby, just a little bit.”
“Are you sure, are you sure you want to touch me there?
“Yes baby, I’m certain, please, open your legs for me baby girl.”
Her eyes flashed to mine, “OK, Daddy.” And her legs shakily parted, I felt the quivering through my fingertips. She was nervous beyond anything she ever has been in her life. “Be gentle Daddy, please?”
“Of course, baby.”
“I trust you, Daddy, don’t hurt me.”
At that murmur, I touched her vagina. The girl was wet, her small pussy lips were slick with her moisture. I ran my finger slowly up and down, touching both lips, but not high enough to rub her clitoris. She hips launched as I rubbed, they were gyrating, searching as if they had a life of their own, searching for my finger, wanting more, wanting depth, not even knowing what she was after entirely.
I slowly penetrated her, allowing her moisture to coat my finger as it slipped slowly inside the teen girl. She was incredibly tight, tighter than any other woman I have ever touched. She was wrapped around my finger so tightly, I felt the blood flow feel like it was cut off. Her response was instantaneous, she grunted and pressed back, urging me to drive deeper inside of her most precious, personal place.
She cried out, both hands now gripping and tearing at the sheets. She was approaching nirvana again, and she didn’t even know it. As she pressed harder, my finger came up to a tight membrane, her maidenhood, I lightened the pressure, meeting her force with withdraw, making sure that I lept touch with her, but not allowing her, denying her what she so desperately desired, what she needed.
She openly wept, her eyes releasing little tears, I increased the sleep slightly, as well as my light probing. Her cries grew. A shallow wail started deep in her throat, growing in intensity as she got closer and closer to what she wanted.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy”, her mantra continued, growing, louder and louder. I matched her tempo, lessening the pressure on her, drawing out her climb to heaven. She wailed between my timed touches.
A look of agony overtook her, her mouth set in a grimace that ended with her breathing deeply through clenched teeth, grunting and growling as even more pleasure then before washed over her. Her little body trembled in my arm, at my touch, she was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, I noticed her toes curled and tight.
Starting in her clitoris, the pleasure spread through her like wildfire, smearing over her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. She convulsed, alternating through arched agony to withering pleasure, each wave touching a different part of her being. She was crying, laughing, moaning, and weeping openly at the same time.
My assault upon her not yet fully matured vagina continued, taking care not to touch her clitoris, not to penetrate her, and trying to extend her pleasure for as long as I could.
She locked her gaze on me, unclenched one first from the bead spread and locked it around my hand that was stimulating her nipple, sliding until her fingers were over mine, and she squeezed, she squeezed with such force, I thought she was going to hurt herself.
A roar erupted form her throat as the last waves of delight smothered her in its entirety. She wailed and cried out as waves of pleasure pulsed through her tiny body. The first of many a lifetimes orgasms rumbled across her nerve endings, fire and ice, stillness and motion, all at the same time. Her tiny body was overloaded with stimuli, she was spent her, muscles contracting and relaxing until they finally ebbed, leaving her in a euphoric state, panting, her eyes closed, her breathing slowing to a more manageable rate. She lay there, unable to move.
I leaned over her small form and kissed her on the mouth, she weakly responded, and I disengaged myself from her and went to the bath, I cleaned up, warmed up a washcloth, and plucked a cold water from the fridge for her. As I walked back to the bed, I saw her eyes flowing me as she was alternating between focused and being unfocused.
I sat next to her on the other side of the narrow mattress, and reached down to start cleaning her, but she took my hand, raised to her lips and kissed my hand. She then took the washcloth and cleaned herself up. I traded her the bottle of water that I opened for her for the washcloth.
As she was taking greedy gulps of cool water, I deposited the cloth in a hamper that was set in the closet. Glancing over to her prone form, I saw her in her entirety, her supple skin, how tiny she really was, how utterly gorgeous she looked in the low lighting of the room.
I decided to make a drink from the bar and went to sit next to her. She sat the bottle down an sat up, scooting to the center of the bed so she could face me. She sat, cross legged, unaware of how exposed she was.
I saw in front of me, a beautiful, nubile little woman, teenager really, her body was a picture of beauty, olive skin, pert tiny breasts accented by deep brown nipples. Her belly rigid, even when seated, beneath, her as yet violated bare vagina, without the slightest hint of stubble or hair. Slightly reddened, still moist from the stimulation of earlier. Her lips were slightly open, she was almost a simple slit, from top to rear, her inner lips not yet fully developed and exposed.
There was not a hair to be seen on her entire body below her neck. I considered for a moment if she was younger then she told me, however, she couldn’t be that you as to not have pubic hair yet, I then considered that she waxed, possibly a cultural thing, something started at a young age.
She looked deep into my eyes, “I trust you.” A simple statement with world ranging implications. She was voicing her trust in a matter with which she had a whole 20 minutes, 2 orgasms, and 3 deep kisses. She was placing her trust into my hand to not harm her, to lead her through her journey of learning about lovemaking. She was holding me higher than I hold myself at times.
“Thank you, it will not be misused.”
She leaned over and lightly kissed me. I wrapped her in my arms and held her as she lightly wept in my arms. When she stopped a few minutes later, she asked me if I would come to her room with her.
Together we went to her room where she took a robe and donned it. Turning to me she said she would like to draw a bath, with no soap this time, and that she would like me to join her. I told her while she did that I was going to get changed into my robe as well.
“But, you have seen me naked, touch me in my private places, am I not allowed to see you as well?”
I smiled and said that we should have a shower prior to the bath, at this she beamed. She took my hand and followed me to grab my robe. While in my room, I started to remove my pants, to which she stood, got on her knees and slowly undid my pants, lowering them so I could step out of them. She then lowered my boxers, exposing my very rigid penis.
Her breath stuck in her throat. Her eyes grew in size like they looked behind her huge glasses. Fear then entered her eyes, she looked intimidated and scared.
Now, I don’t think I’m over endowed, I am large and never had a lover wanting or complaining, but, from what I have seen, I am just on the thick and long side of normal. To this girl, I was a monster, showing her something that she may have dreamt of with no context, no comprehension of what she was desiring. Finally seeing, with her own eyes, she was awed and terrified at the same time.
I started to drape my robe over my shoulders when she reached out and tried to place her hand around my upright shaft. Her fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around, there was a slight gap between her fingers and thumb. I noticed that her skin was soft, her hands smooth and warm. Her touch made my penis jump, when it did, I throbbed in her hand.
I watched as she stared, like the open eyed schoolgirl she was. Was simply staring at it, then started moving it little by little from side by side to get a better look. Her hand then slid down some sending spikes of pleasure through me. I don’t care who you are, if you are a living breathing male, with a functioning penis, no matter your orientation, when a young girl touches you, you will have a response, instinctual, inherent, or involuntary, you will respond to her touch, period.
I exhaled and groaned a little, her tiny hand flew off my like she hurt me. I smiled down at her and when she raised her hand, I placed it back on me. She smiled and bent me down so she could look at the swollen purple head on top of my shaft. I was pulsing in her hand, I watched as she followed the tip of me up and down in her hand, to the beat of my heart.
With her other hand, she touched me, her skinny finger touching the tip, just at the pee hole, and I exhaled again, feeling the bolts of lightning shoot through me. She saw my response and touched again, holding tighter and grasping me closer to the base.
I leaned down, “We should go get in the shower. I’ll explain why as we get ready. And, we have to talk a little about some things. OK”
“OK. . . Daddy”, and she kissed me on the lips.
I didn’t cinch the robe and walked into her room with her leading the way. We went to the bathroom and she started the shower. I was seated ion the seat.
“Come over here and sit for a minute honey.” She did as I asked, not even worrying about sitting near my semi rigid penis.
“Can you tell me what you know about what we did in the other room. You said you never even kissed a boy before. Do you know anything about making love or having sex, or the different types of stimulation that can be given or received?”
“I don’t know much, I never kissed anyone before you, and I defiantly never had someone touch me like you did tonight. As for sex, my parents never told me anything about it, and I wasn’t allowed to take sex-ed in school, they thought it might make me promiscuous. The few friends I had were all in the same community as me, and their parents were the of the same mindset.
“The few things I was able to see from AOL or Prodigy always left me with more questions than answers. I mean, I understand how babies are made, but the way that happens is beyond me.
“What you did to me, licking my boobies made me feel, well, unlike I never felt before, it was amazing, Why’d that happen, what happened to me?
And, and then, when you were touching me in my private place, that was a thousand time better, and what I felt then, was indescribable it made me feel all watery inside, and, and, I want to feel it again and again. With you, Daddy.”
“OK, OK, we need a starting point. Why did you call me Daddy?”
“Well, when we were having dinner, you told them you were my Dad, so, I thought it would be funny and I was thinking about that, and it just came out, and you seemed to like it, really like it. So, I thought. . .”
“Well, you don’t have to stop, I really do like it. Is there anything you want me to call you?”
“Everything you’ve called me so far is great, I like it, I guess I like it when you call me baby or baby girl. It makes me tingly. Down there, you know.”
“OK baby girl, I know what you mean.”
“I want you to show me more, show me how to make you happy and, well, how we can be happy together.”
“You already make me happy honey, and I will show you how to make me feel good as well. And, if you wish me to, I will show you and teach you how to make love, how to enjoy yourself and experience pleasure.”
“Thank you, Daddy. One thing though.
“I’m scared, I mean, I’ve never done anything at all, yet you don’t seem to mind, what if I do something wrong, or make a mistake, or I’m not good for you, and if you don’t fit in me, what do we do, I mean, what. . .”
I put a finger on her lips. “Baby girl, you can’t do anything wrong, and not having experience, well, that is easily fixable, as far as good, I am certain you will be more than good, you will be incredible and amazing. Fitting will not be a problem honey, your body and mine will fit together perfectly, I promise you.”
“Are you certain, I mean, you’re so big, and I’m, well, small, and there, really small. I have problems even with my time of the month, I can hardly get a tampon in there.”
I thought, yeah, I know, you were cutting off the blood flow to my finger when I was touching you earlier. “Baby girl, you will be perfect, absolutely, 100% perfect. Why don’t we get in the shower and then we can get in the tub and relax.”
As I stood, I kissed her, hard, she returned the kiss and looped her arms around my neck.
She flowed me to the shower, removed my robe an turned to watch her remove hers. Oh my god, this girl was perfection! Bashfully she revealed herself to me, and watched in awe as I grew in front of her. She was staring, open mouthed at the site. I could think of nothing more than to touch her and feel her body against mine.
I stepped in the shower and adjusted the temp a touch hotter, she stepped in after me and a she did, she slid across me, You could see the combination of interest, fear, desire, and trepidation in her, it was evident she was out of any league she was used to playing in.
I placed her in the water and watched as it coated her, making her skin wet and shiny, sheathed her incredible body in a slippery sheen of desire. I put my hands around her and stepped under the mist of shower water as well. With my hands behind her, I drew her to me and initiated a kiss. Our size difference meant I had to bend down significantly to meet her mouth.
She was hungry, an insatiable desire flooded into her and she clasped onto me, consuming me, pulling me to her. Her little body pressed against me. Her tiny breasts pressing into my lower regions, exciting me further.
“Little girl, I want you, I want to be inside of you, feel your body and mine join.”
“Daddy, make me a woman, take me, with you, let me be your and yours alone. I want you, I want you to show me how to love you with every part of me.”
We stayed in our embrace, kissing, hands sliding over each other, caressing, holding, sharing this time that can never be repeated.
“Do you really like me Daddy, you like me for what I am, not just because we are here together? You really like me?”
“Yes, baby girl, I’ve desired you since the day you walking in my office. I’ve wanted to touch you, kiss you, I’ve wanted to hold you and make love with you, to you, to make you feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. But, in the office, I am not able to express that. And when we are not in the office, there are others around. Also, the age difference, it is a concern. Alone like this, we can do as we wish, but outside of these walls, it could be dangerous, for both of us.”
“Daddy, I don’t want it to be dangerous for you, I want to be with you.”
I held her as she took a deep breath.
“Come with me honey, let’s get in the tub.”
I held her hand and we walked across the room to the large spa, I lifted her like a child and slowly lowered her in the water, she ahh’ed as the very warm water closed over her, touching her bare vagina, then her hips and bell, finally, covering her to just over her pert little breasts.
I climbed in after her and sat across from her.
“Baby girl, are you certain this is what you want?”
“Yes. I want you.”
“Slide over here”, so she slid around to sit next to me. “I’m going to do something in a few minutes, I don’t want you to be alarmed, it won’t hurt, and I am sure you will like it.”
“O-OK, Daddy.”
I leaned in and kissed her, closed one of my hands over her breast and rubbed, feeling her nipple contract and grow hard under my palm. Her head went back, and I started kissing her neck.
I felt her hand close around me, she started stroking, very gently at first, and then with increased vigor and passion, she squeezed a bit too hard but then backed off a little.
I stopped the kiss and slid my hand under her arm, I them placed my other hand under her other and lifted her to sit on the edge of the spa.
She looked at me quizzically at first, and as I leaned in to kiss her, I told her to lay back and relax. She leaned back, placing g her prim cute little rear end on the edge of the spa. I reached over and got a towel for her to put behind her head. I then started kissing her throat, each nipple and was working my way down to her stomach. I felt and heard her breathing increase in rate and depth.
I placed my hands on each knee and lightly pushed, spreading her knees further and further. She took her little feet out of the water and placed them on the headrests on each side of her. Her knees bent outwards exposing her teenaged vagina. Her tightly closed lips spreading as much as they would, revealing a pinkness the belied her olive skin.
She was as freshly hair free all around as she presented from the front, not a stray hair to be found anywhere. Her small teenaged lips were darker in color, very small in that clamshell vagina she has The lips surrounded a bright pink inner area that was glistening by the water and by her own moisture. It was slightly pulsing while her clitoris was engorged and brighter red. It size surprised me. I expected a much smaller clitoris that matched her stature.
I removed my hands from her knees and lowered them into the water to warm up some before I touch her. Once they were warm enough, I placed my hands on her inner thighs, just above her knees and massaged her toned legs. I could hear her coo, and start to moan over the jets of the spa.
My hands worked higher up her legs until they were on either side of her never touched girlhood. I used my thumbs to part her slightly. Deep inside her I could see her maidenhead, intact, ready to be taken by me.
I slowly lowered my head down to kiss the inside of one thigh and traced my lips along her inner thigh, lower and lower until I just outside her virginal entrance. I breathed a breath on her and she shuddered.
As I got closer to her, I could slightly smell her scent, fresh, new, clean and untouched. She was as pure a woman as I have ever been this intimate with. Her body was shaking slightly, her knees trembling and her tiny rear quivering with anticipation of what she was unsure as was to come.
Slowly my lips touched her, she jumped at first, then slowed to a rhythmic motion, poking at her hips in time with my kisses. I slowly and gently touched her clit with my tongue. A cry emanated from above me, wavering and undulating in volume and intensity. I then placed my lips on her button and sucked. She went wild, crying out, moaning, calling for Daddy. I sucked, licked, blew and used my finger to build her orgasm to the maximum I could. She was sweating panting and losing control.
I sucked her in hard, was playing with my tongue when the first contraction hit her. She arched her back, her weight on her spread feet, her tiny rear bunched into a tight ball, and froze in that position as wave after wave of nerve impulses course through her nubile body. Screams from her for more resonated thought h the tile lined room, making everything sound louder.
She was openly weeping, crying tears of joy instead, indescribable to that of crying from pain or distress. Wave after wave crashed over her. Her body was convulsing, her screams and cries following the throbbing inside her diminutive body. She never felt a sensation as strong and as purely pleasurable as this in her entire life. Her mind couldn’t keep up with the stimulation, mental and physical that was coursing through her. Her hands were trying to tear into the acrylic of the tub, her feet pressing the headrest as if to bend them and break them off.
After a full minute, her body lowered to the side of the tub, her breathing in rasping and ragged breaths. She still had her eyes closed as flares and images flashed through them. In the ebbing of the pleasure, she knew what she wanted, and she knew she had to have it. Daddy was going to be the one that gave it to her.
She slowly recovered and he massaged her legs and touched her gently on her stomach. Rubbing and letting her know she was OK, and he was near.
“W-w-w-what did you do to me? I’ve never felt something like that in my life. I mean, I never knew it existed. How did you do that with your mouth? I was scared at first, but I trust you, I trust that you are not going to do anything wrong to me.”
“Baby girl, there is so much you have to learn. That was but one of the ways that you can receive pleasure. I can use my hands, fingers, lips, tongue, and other things on that specific area of your body, and you will feel different feelings each time.”
“Really?
“Yes.”
“That was amazing, I want you to do it again and again to me forever.”
“Well, we’ll see about that, it might be inappropriate for me to have you naked on my desk in the middle of the work day.”
She smiled and threw her arms around me. “Daddy, I think, I’m, I’m, falling in love with you.” And kissed me again.
I was taken off balance for a moment, this was an unexpected turn. I have had only one other in my life that said that to me other than my own mother, she and I thought it might work out, after college, marriage, children, the whole thing. Only to find out later that she was sleeping with someone else while I was working and settling on what was to be our first home. It was devastating and crushing to me. I spent the next years of my life involving only one night stands and very few repeat liaisons.
“Baby girl, let’s take this one step at a time, I don’t want you hurt or upset at anything. We have to plan our steps slowly as we go thru this, OK?”
She nuzzled my neck, “OK Daddy, I trust you.”
I shut off the pulse jets and allowed the water circulation to continue.
I bathed her, with a washcloth and gel soap, I rubbed her body, gliding the cloth over her flawless skin, kneading and feeling every single inch of her. I took time running her back and massaging her arms with the hot water and slippery soap. Her young body responded to my touch at every turn. She was a highly erotic, sensitive and sensual girl.
I then shampooed her hair, as I was cleaning the hair at the back of her neck, she tensed, and turned to me, she kissed me passionately and deeply, then went stiff as a board. Her little arms grabbing and crushing me as her body convulsed and she twitched and moaned into me.
My little girl just had another orgasm from me simply touching her hair. And massaging her. She was going to be a handful, a bottle of Nitroglycerine that I had to handle deftly.
“Daddy, I don’t know how, but you make me feel so wonderful whenever you touch me.”
“What can I do for you, you have to have pleasure as well.”
“Well baby, that depends on what you would like to lean, I think we should start easy and work our way to other things.”
“OK, Daddy. You have to show me what you want me to do.” She then looked at me in a peculiar way, she put her finger in her mouth and bit down on it with her teeth, “I’m just a little girl, please teach me.” Then she closed her lips over her finger and slowly withdrew it. I watched as her lips slide along the finger slowly coming out of her demure mouth.
She then licked her finger and placed it against my lips and leaned in to kiss me. When she broke the kiss, and put her lips next to my ear and whispered, “Daddy, teach me what I need to know, show me how to love you like you love me. I want you to love me like a big girl, touch me, touch me all over and. . . and, Daddy, show your love to me like you’ve never shown anyone before. Be my first lover, take me.”
I almost lost my composure, her looking at me in the innocent manner, and her voice, tiny and small took me to the edge without her even doing anything.
“Well, I should get washed and then we can rinse off in the shower.”
“I can wash you, Daddy, would you like that? I can wash all of you and make sure you are all clean.” With a glint in her eye, she started.
I could only nod. I felt my penis throbbing with anticipation of her touch, her little hands manipulating me, pulling at me for the first time in her life. Knowing I would be the first man she ever had was highly erotic to me, and was making me almost lose control.
She started with my hair, lathering my scalp and running her fingers thru my hair, down my neck and around my jawline. I was in heaven, that was one of my favorite things.
She kept this up for nearly 15 minutes, every time she was signaling that she was close to done, I added more shampoo and she got the hint.
She then asked me to stand, and got a fresh washcloth and the gel soap. She was standing in all her naked perfection outside the spa, running soap on my shoulders and upper arms then she would work the muscles with the cloth. Rubbing and working deeply, releasing tension I didn’t know I had. I’m not certain if she knew that she was giving a massage as well as a bathing me at the same time. But, I was not going to correct her, that was for certain.
She lathered her way down my chest, paying particular attending to my nipples and was continually running her fingers over the abs in my stomach. I like to stay fit, and this is the first time a woman, well, girl, has taken so much interest in my body. Most women are simply appreciative, or so they tell me, that I don’t have a beer gut and I am clean and well groomed.
I saw her eyes continue flickering to my penis, whenever I moved, or it throbbed and bobbed in motion, she would glace and then continue staring.
She rinsed the soap form my chest and stomach and was hesitant to start on anything else. “Are you OK baby? If you’re uncomfortable, we can continue this later.”
“No Daddy, it’s not that. I’m just having thoughts, thoughts of us, us making love, and it still scares me, when I see you and how large you are, I get a fluttering in my tummy that makes me feel me feel different. I feel scared, and, well, the need to feel you inside me.”
“Well, honey, that’s not nervousness, its anticipation and arousal. Your body is telling you it knows what it wants, you just have never felt this feeling before.”
“I know I want you to make love to me Daddy, I just don’t know if I am ready.”
“Well, baby, I am not going to force you to do anything you don’t want, and I will not take advantage of you. If you wish to stop here and now, we can, we can get in the shower and rinse off to go to sleep if you would like.”
“No, no, no Daddy, I want to make you feel good, but, how, how do I do it?”
I guided her hand to my penis, she was hesitant, when she first touched, she snapped her hand back like I was on fire. Then she reached out again, more decided this time.
“OK, put some of the gel on your hand. That’s it baby girl, a little more. Wrap your hand around the middle of me, not too tightly. There, just like that. And slide your hand back and forth.”
She started to masturbate me, the feeling of her young inexperienced hand sliding up and down the ridges of me was making me tense with anticipation. She picked up speed a faster, tightening her grip some. It felt wonderful.
“OK Baby, the most sensitive part is the head, if you rub your other hand around that, it will make me feel even better.”
Without losing grip or interrupting her motions, she gathered some f the soap on the palm of her other hand and started making circular motions on the head of my penis. This sent shocks through my body, my knees buckled for a second and she stopped. “No, no, keep going, you’re doing perfectly.”
“How will I know when you are happy like I was, will you do what I did?”
“I will to a point, but, when you make me happy. . .orgasm, there will be semen coming out of me. It will come out fast, and it will shoot far. Some girls like to have it hit them, others don’t, I will leave that up to you. I’ll let you know when that will happen. If you want it on you, you just have to aim it at where ever you wish me to have it land, if not, just move it so the end is pointed away from you.”
“OK Daddy, I think I know what you mean.”
She was moving her hand back and forth faster now, with effort, her other hand left my head and started holding and moving my ball sack around.” An inadvertent moan left my lips.
I saw her glance at me and knew she was doing something right. Her grip on my balls got a little tighter. My hips started to move in time with her ministrations of me.
“Daddy, something is coming out of the tip, is that what you meant?”
“No home just is something for lubrication that men make. Keep going honey, you almost have me there.”
She was watching my face, her hand was pumping me and sliding up and down, coving the head of me as well while her other hand held my balls. I grunted and moved more in time with her.
“Close, I’m getting close.”
She moved her head down to watch as she picked up speed and tightened her grip.
“Yes, now baby, I’m going to cum!
“Keep going little girl, keep going, Daddy’s going to cum for you.”
“Yes addy, please cum, let me see it.”
She rubbed her closed hand over the head of me once more and I felt it, bubbling up, my balls contracted and I felt the cum shooting up my shaft, pulse after pulse of pleasure, wildly exotic pleasure almost doubled me over.
“Oh, oh, oh, look, wow, oh Daddy, I see it. Ooff.”
I looked down and she had previously had me aimed at her small breasts, and then while looking at me erupting, changed direction a little bit and my last two pulses hit her in the face, one on her smooth cheek, and one right in the mouth.
She sputtered a little, the sight of her with cum on her face and in her mouth made my orgasm intensify like never before, instead of slowing pulsed, I felt a final higher, hotter, more complex feeling and an unexpected pulse of seme erupted and flew past her to land on the tileworks of the wall.
Her tiny tongue swept her lips, licking the cum off and instead of spitting, she tasted and closed her mouth. The sight of the little girl licking my cum into her mouth was so intense, I felt a final peak and he had me entirely at her command. Had she told me to bay like a sheep I would have.
“Wow!”
I was shaking, I had to sit. I collapsed into the tub, and Rehan slid in beside me, clutching me close to her.
“Did I do good Daddy, did I make you feel good?”
“Rehan, you did perfectly darling, you made me feel wonderful.”
She was happy with herself, she kissed my chest and wrapped her arms around me, “I love you, Daddy!”
“I love you too, little girl.’ Where did that come from? My brain hadn’t told my lips to say that, yet, it came out.
I heard her giggle. She clutched me closer and squeezed mightily.
I ran my hand over her head, and cuddled her to me. “You were amazing honey, you really did well.”
“I like that Daddy, if was fun, can we do it again?” and she reached for the soap gel.
“Honey, it takes me a little while to be able to again, men need time between, we’re not as lucky as girls are.”
She looked downcast, “OK, Daddy.”
Her tongue unconsciously came out and licked a little of the remaining semen from her lip. “Oh, that tastes good, I like it.”
Then she looked worried. “I’m not going to get pregnant from tasting it am I? I can’t, that would be bad, really bad. I swallowed some before when I tasted it.”
“No honey, I would have to put that in your vagina, deep in your tummy for you to get pregnant. And swallowing is something you can do, some girls like to do that, others let the man cum and then spit it out, they can taste it, but just don’t like to swallow the cum. And, some girls even use their mouths to make a man feel good and can get the man in their throat, down deep where they can’t even taste when they cum. And, no, it will not get you pregnant, I assure you that, OK?”
“But, then, how can we make love, won’t I get a baby then if you. . . cum?”
“That’s what it called honey, cum.”
“If you cum inside me? How will we be able to do it?”
“There are ways and things we can do to make sure you don’t get pregnant little girl. I explain later, OK trust me on this??”
“I trust you with my soul Daddy.”
We sat in the tub for a few more minutes, holding each other, with Rehan reaching down and touching me occasionally. I think she was checking to see if I was ready for the next round. I was semierect, not ready to go again just yet.
“Daddy, are there other things we can do that won’t get me pregnant?”
I chuckled, “Yes, honey, there are other things, you can use,” and I touched her lips, “Your mouth to pleasure me like I did you.”
“Really?”
My other hand slid down and cupped her tiny teen cheek, my fingers slide between them and searched out her rosebud, I placed a finger on her tight rear opening and she jumped, almost lept out of the spa.
When she sat back down, she grabbed my hand and put it back so I could touch her there again, pressing against my finger. I felt her tiny hole pulsing against my fingertip with the beat of her heart.
“You, you mean, you can do things to me there also. I had no idea. And, I can’t get pregnant if you do it there?”
“No honey, but, that’s something you would have to be ready for, it takes time and I have to make sure you are ready or it can hurt, and I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”
She pressed back against my probing finger, I felt her sphincter open a slight bit.
Her eyes closed and her got a look of dreaminess on her angelic face. Then, she got a slight look of determination, and I felt her press back against my finger harder, pressing against me, making my finger ever so slightly press into her.
“I think I might like that. You put your penis in there and we would make love like that, right? We would need something to make it slippery. Would I be able to feel when you cum if you do that to me, would I feel it come out of you?”
“Yes, and you are right baby girl, I would have to add lubrication, but there is no way to get pregnant from doing it that way.”
“OK, Daddy, I want to try it that way also. I want to do everything with you.” And her hand closed on my rock solid member again.
Nothing in this world will stop a man from becoming hard when a young schoolgirl tells you that she wants, wants, you to take her in her bottom. I couldn’t control it, I was engorged in less than 5 seconds from her saying that.
“You’re hard again, can I can I make you happy again?”
“Lets get in the shower and we can see if you can in there.”
I stood and turned to pick her up like a child. I lifted her and carried her 90 pound soaking wet frame into the shower with me. I placed her on bench and turned the water on. As the spray got up to temp. She looked at me with those wonderful eye s of hers.
“Daddy, am I a grown woman now? Now that we made each other happy, am I considered a full woman?”
“In some ways yes baby, in others, not yet. In many cultures, yours and mine, your hymen has to be broken to be considered a woman. Its archaic, but it is a measure of when a woman is a woman.”
“Now I understand, now I see. I understand what my mom was telling me I had to protect when I was growing up. She never explained it, but just told me that to get a good husband, I had to be “Intact and whole”.
“In older times, a girl that didn’t have her hymen was not considered a virgin, and could be put to death if they found it wasn’t there.”
“I heard stories when I was younger about that from my old country. I never understood what they were talking about. And, my parents would always tell me that they would tell me later and later never came.”
I had a thought, so I had to ask her. “Rehan, is that going to be a problem if we make love, will you have to be checked before you marry one day? If so, we cannot make love that way.”
“I don’t think so, I don’t know.” She had a troubled look on her face. She was chewing on her lip as she thought about it.
“Rehan, you don’t have to do anything, I told you that you get to make all the decisions, and I will not, ever, force you to do anything you don’t wish to do.”
Distractedly, “I know, Daddy.
“Daddy, maybe we can do it the other way until, I’m sure. I want you to make love with me, but I don’t want to make a mistake, OK”
“OK darling, I am OK with whatever you wish to do.”
She smiled that perfect smile, showing her perfect teeth and dimple. Then she looked at me, “You said that I could use my mouth to make you feel good,” She reached over and squeezed my penis, “And, you seem ready, can you show me how to make you feel good?”
‘Rehan, when you do that, I may cum in your mouth, you know that, right?”
“I thought about that, I think I would like that. I tasted your cum when it hit my mouth in the tub, and I liked it, it tasted good. I want to taste more.”
She was pawing at me, rubbing my chest and manipulating the throbbing head of my penis.
Here I sat with a girl, wanting me to teach her how to have oral sex, that just said she liked the way I tasted, I was in heaven.
“Daddy, when I get older, will you still love me?”
Wow, OK, “Honey, I will always love you.”
Where were these words coming from, was I suffering a mental break?
She grinned a huge grin and kissed me. She stood up, amazing, me seated, her standing, we were almost eye to eye, she really was a tiny girl.
“Show me Daddy, show me how to make you happy with my mouth. I want to learn everything to please you, I want to be your little girl tonight, tomorrow, and for all time. I don’t care how old I get, I always want to be your little girl.”
“OK, honey, OK. I’m going to stand up, you sit on the bench.”
We exchanged places.
“OK, to start, you place your mouth over the end of my penis, curl your lips so your teeth don’t drag on me, that would hurt. Then when you have the end in your mouth, you can lick it like you would a lollipop, you also suck on it, not by inhaling but like a straw. When you are doing that, you move your head back and forth, up and down to give more pleasure.
“There is only so much you can fit in tour mouth, you will feel it when it gets to the back of your throat. Some people feel like they are going to gag, others don’t have that reaction. Some girls are able to force the penis into their throat and their throat acts like your vagina, touching it all around as you move your head back and forth, stimulating and pleasuring my penis. When it’s time, you would make me cum in your throat, but you wouldn’t taste it, like I said before, it is all the way down in your throat.
“There is one thing though, if you do get it in your throat, you occasionally have to take it out, you won’t be able to breathe and have me there at the same time. Don’t feel like you have to get all of me in, a few girls can, but, most girls cannot do that. It is not a measure of how good you are or how much you care about someone, it is just another technique that some girls can do
If you want, you can also take your mouth off and lick the outside with your tongue, or put your lips on the outside and slide up and down to add stimulation. Some girls like to suck or play with a man’s balls. You can use your lips and your tongue, whatever you wish to do, if you wish to do it.
“See, it’s all up to you and what you would like to do, how much you would like to do, and what you can do. There is no pressure from me for any of this, I will let you find your own pace.”
“Thank you, Daddy, I want to make you feel as good as you made me.”
“Honey, there is one other thing, we can both do this together, at the same time, we could both have pleasure while giving pleasure to the other.”
“Really? Really? I want to do that, I want to share this with you, when I feel good, I want you to feel the same thing. Can we do that Daddy, Please?” She was acting like a kid wanting to go on a ride at a carnival. She was hopping up and down, looking all the more like a really little girl. It was very erotic.
“OK, OK, let’s step out of the shower and dry off, we have to go to the bed to do this properly.”
“Really, you’re going to be in bed with me? ‘My’ bed? Oh, this Is going to be fun, I really want to do this.”
I dried her off with a plush towel form the hotel’s heated towel bar. She held her hands up, and twirled as I dried her, acting all the while like a younger girl. She looked the part, her long hair slightly plastered to her head. Those small, almost nonexistent breasts lightly jutting from her chest, capped with those tiny but prominent nipples. No hair on her little vagina, she was the picture of a much younger girl.
I was drying off, she looked at me with a curious look of piqued desire, and excited detachment, like I wasn’t moving fast enough. She was nervous, moving from foot to foot.
When I was done, she trotted in front of me and threw her arms up. “Carry me to bed Daddy.”
Oh, god, this was a dream, she was inadvertently ticking a primal part of my brain, her immature actions sparking a part of me I had to beat back with a baseball bat with nails through it. I had the urge to throw her on the bed and ravage her little body. Take her, with just my pleasure in mind, he cried under me, her fighting the intrusion into her, her virgin vagina spreading to accept me, stretching to accept me, almost stretching beyond its small capacity. I am not that type of man, I will not, could not, and absolutely will not do something like that. However, the image persisted.
I carried my tiny lover into the other room, placing her gently on the top covers and walked to the other side, I drew down the sheets and she scooched over and lay down, such a tiny figure. I lowered the lights, turned the TV onto a channel with slow quietly romantic music. And climbed in next to her.
I took her small head and moved her face to mine. I looked in her eyes, and touched my nose to her, “I do love you, and I want you to feel all the pleasure in the world, starting tonight, I will teach you how to love and be loved. How to pleasure yourself and pleasure me. How to make love and receive love.“
She started to cry, she was sobbing and the tears were flowing. She rolled and mounted me, setting her tiny wet vagina against my penis. She lay her head on my chest and her breath hitched in her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair. And caressed her back lowering my hand to her bottom, squeezing and fondling her small butt.
She started to giggle at that. So, I continued. As I did, she was moving her groin against mine without thinking about it. I felt my penis siding between the tiny wet lips of her young vagina. She was pressing harder and harder, as her clit rubbed the short hairs above my penis. I felt the head pop up and press against her virginal opening. She went to slide back down some and stopped as she felt me start to glide into her. She stopped when less than an inch penetrated her.
Her eyes were questioning, I could tell she was considering her next move. I didn’t want her like this, impulsively, in the moment, I wanted her first time truly making love to be romantic, proper, not filled with a simple frenzy, but with methodic, determination that ends with inescapable, inexplicable joy and release for her, and for me, together, at the same time.
Just as she set her brow, and had gathered the needed inner strength to force my manhood into her, I grasped her hips and held, she was unable to move.
She looked at me with need, with want, with a desire in her young eyes that belied her age. “I want it Daddy, I want you inside me, we can do the mouth stuff later, I want this from you, with you, now, please, let me do this, I want you inside me, I don’t care about getting pregnant, I want you r love inside me right now!” she was putting and pleading at the same time, she was almost in tears, a hitching coming from her, collapsing on my chest with a dramatic thump.
I drew her up to me, an moved her into the crook of my arm. I held her until she stopped sounding as if she were going to burst into tears, now she was just hitching occasionally. I looked into her eyes, “I want nothing more than to take you like that as well darling, I want to ravage you, to make wild passionate love to and with you. To take you higher then you have ever been and join you there forever, but, we have to do this properly, or it will hurt. And, the last thing I want is to hurt you.”
She was nibbling the back of her thumb, looking at me, her eyes wide and wet. “OK, Daddy. I’m sorry, I got carried away, it felt so good, I could feel you sliding outside me, I wanted you in me, and I don’t know what came over me, I felt I had to, right then and there.
“That my little baby, that is called desire, if you are not careful, it can take over your entire mind and get you in trouble.”
“I trust you Daddy, show me what to do, and we will do it the right way.”
She kissed me and cupped my face like no one had before. I felt her desire and her love for me.
“OK, when you get up, you are going to lay on my chest, with your face down there, forward until your mouth is right next to my penis. You can start whenever you would like to. Once you start I will as well.”
“I think you are going to like this.”
“I know I will”, a devilish look in her eye that was determined as well.
She hopped up turned and lay on my chest. I almost couldn’t feel her as she was so lightweight.
She moved down a little, wiggling her tiny but with that inviting closed slit of hers close to my face. I saw it glistening in the dim light.
Suddenly there were a small pair of lips snapped around the head of my penis, I felt a tiny tongue darting around licking me as she pressed downward.
I touched her tiny slit with my lips, she jerked and pressed her face down harder. I licked and parted her tiny lips. Seeking that button of hers.
She was bobbing her head up and down with vigor, I was going to have to control myself. Just the thought of this young girl sucking on me was enough to make me loose it then and there.
I found her clitoris, sucked into my mouth and sucked hard, She gasped around me, I felt the hot breath explode out of her. A small yelp came out of her and I continued my efforts.
I was greeted with a trickle of fluid from deep within her, coating my lips and tongue. I licked to get more of that fresh, youthful tastes in my mouth. As I devoured her, she was pressing, I felt the back of her throat, she coughed and gagged, stopped and then redoubled her effort. She was not successful.
I spread her butt checks, exposing her little brown hole. As I lay finger against it, I watched it tighten against my pressure. Her butt tenses and rose, almost drawing away from me.
Then I she was moving her head up and down fast, the additional saliva from her gagging giving her more to glide with. I felt her press to the back of her mouth, against her throat. At that moment I pressed on her anus, and my digit slid in a fraction of an inch, her went to make a sound and her throat opened, granting entrance to my penis, which slid in and continued down the little girl’s throat.
She tensed for a moment and then pressed hard, sliding the entirety of me into her warm constricting throat. The feeling was incredible, her small throat was tight, as tight as any vagina I had ever had. I felt her muscles fighting to make her gag, her lips were against me pubic bone and she was making that rhythmic throb of a gagging motion.
She withdrew her mouth form me in one swift motion, and I heard her voice, a little bit throaty and rough, “I did it Daddy, I fit you in!”
I pressed her anus harder, forcing my finger in deeper, her legs went straight next to my head and her back arched, lifting her head away from me. She relaxed a little and relaxed, taking me in her mouth again, she bobbed, sucking and flicking her tongue. Withdrawing and sucking on the head of me like there was a prize hidden inside. The feeling was indescribable.
I wiggled my finger in her butt a little, and she squealed, pressing her face down placing me in the confines of her throat again. Murmuring and making sounds as she drew up and down, never releasing from her depths.
I was licking and pushing my tongue into her tiny vaginal opening, licking and probing until I felt her hymen. I returned to her clit and renewed my fervent suckling upon it.
She was going crazy, caressing my balls, plying me with her throat muscles, making me feel more than I ever had in my entire life.
We were both getting close. He movements drawing me to a peak, mine sinking her into a whirlpool of desire and excitement. She was pressing her butt back, begging my finger to go deeper into her, then pressing down, urging my mouth to work harder.
We were working in concert when our orgasms hit. Both of us tensed and clenched as the waves of pleasure started rolling over us.
Her tiny vagina producing more fluids that covered my lips and mouth. My semen shooting down her throat, she felt this in the tsunami of her pleasure and started making growling noises urging more of me to flood her.
I pressed my finger deeper into her rectum, as I drank in her fluids. She was bucking and thrashing. Locking my lips on her clitoris, I sucked as hard as I could, she withdrew her head, my penis no longer confined, semen still spurting out on to her face and breasts as she howled, yelled, screamed, cried, and moaned all at the same time. Her hand pumping me to keep the flow up to keep coating her with my seed.
She was griding her bottom and vagina into me pressing my head into the pillows with vigor and force that a woman twice her size couldn’t do. She was frenzied with overwhelming ecstasy, her neurons misfiring, she needed something, her lips locked on the head of me and sucked painfully hard. Nibbling at the tip, pain and pleasure flooded through me, producing more for her to devoured. When she released her voice dropped an octave and she started “Daddy, Oh, Daddy, Oh Daddy, I love you! Daddy, Oh god, oh god. I’m yours forever! Daddy!!!” The last word was drawn out long and forceful.
Sahe collapsed onto me, panting, quaking in intermittent convulsions, I was coming down off my orgasmic high, my brain a world of fuzzy static.
She turned and tried to climb up to me, but her muscles wouldn’t work properly. She lay where she was.
A few minutes later, I was able to make it to the bathroom for a washcloth and some towels. I cleaned myself and went to her and cleaned her semiconscious form, wiping away the puddles of cum and wetness from between her legs.
I placed all the damp rags in the hamper in my room, and spread out the towels for us to play on. I picked up her lithe limp form and laid her on top of the towel then laid down next to her. She rolled into my arms and fell asleep.
I cuddled her and stroked her drying hair for almost an hour before she stirred. When she woke, she looked at me and reached a hand up to my face, stroking my cheek.
“I never want to be anywhere else.”
We both fell asleep for the remained of the night, in pure, utter contentment.
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