She was just a baby.
But not quite.
He called her 'Minx,' because she was. A playful, energetic little minx.
But he'd been alone too damned long, and that was a fact. Because there was no way that letting innocent little Minx sit in his lap should make him so damned horny.
It had to be her lacy little panties. He'd always been a sucker for lacy panties.
Or maybe it was the way she liked to snuggle against him, and rub her soft little bottom against the rigid hardness of his lap.
Or it could be the way she wrapped her arms around his neck, and smiled up at him with such utter trust, and smacked her mouth against his in a wet, happy kiss.
Or it could just be that he was a sick, twisted bastard who hadn't had a woman in years, and he was damned sick of whacking off in his lonely bed every night.
He must be sick and twisted, if cuddling Minx could make him so fucking desperate to pull those lacy panties off her, and bury his thudding cock into her sweet little body until she screamed with delight!
She wouldn't, though. Even sticking a finger into her tight little pussy would hurt her. And he loved her, in his own way. He didn't want to hurt her, not even a little bit.
Her hands are big enough.
Damn it, he had to stop thinking this way!
Her mouth is big enough, too.
He'd choke her.
Not if you don't try to shove it all the way down her throat!
Oh, and wouldn't it feel incredible to have a woman's mouth wrapped around his hot cock again, and feel his slippery cum explode down her throat?
But Minx wasn't a woman. She was a little girl. No longer a toddler, but not yet in that gawky pre-adolescent stage.
Less and less of a little girl every day! And you can't wait to get your hands on her!
Ah, hell! He was never going to get any sleep this way. Sighing, Mick wrapped his long fingers around his surging cock...and tried to pretend that he wasn't imagining pretty little Minx peeling off her sexy lace panties and eagerly kneeling between his parted knees...
* * * * *
"Tell me a story, Daddy!"
He wasn't her daddy, not really. But he'd never told her the bizarre story about how he'd ended up taking care of her.
Maybe she'd never need to know. Did it really matter? He was the only person she'd ever seen. He was her whole world.
"What would you like to hear?"
She grinned up at him, and wiggled her tongue in the new gap between her front teeth. It made her look even younger than she really was. "Tell me the story about the Lone Ranger!"
Why had he just known that she'd want that one?
Mick heaved a troubled sigh. The Lone Ranger was going to get him in lots of trouble, because he hadn't had time to whack off before storytime. She always liked to sit in his lap, and he always bounced her up and down, just as if she was riding a real horse. It was a sacred tradition.
Back when she'd still been a baby, wearing a thick padded diaper, that hadn't been a problem.
But now she was old enough to wear lacy panties...and she liked them so much that she wouldn't wear the regular cotton ones anymore. She wore them all the time, even to bed. The only time he could get them off her was in the tub...and that was even worse on his nerves, because she was developing such a sexy little body!
How much longer would it take before her flat little nubs began to swell into lush breasts, and tiny curls grew between her long, slender legs?
And when they did...how would he ever be able to keep his lustful hands off her?
"How about Robin Hood?" he suggested. Robin Hood was a safe story. There was no erotic horseback-riding in Robin Hood.
"No." She squirmed in his lap, and he felt his cock get even harder. "Lone Ranger!"
"Okay." He gave in with a sigh. He was a grown man. Surely he had enough self-control to get through this without creaming his jeans!
Or...maybe not. Because the first thing she did was wiggle her little butt right against his rock-hard shaft, and then start bouncing up and down. "Hy-oh, Silver!" she giggled.
Did it feel good to her? He'd heard somewhere that women loved riding horses because the saddle--or the horse's arching back--pressed right up against their pussies, and stroked them delightfully!
She's still just a little too young to feel pleasure, even if you did peel her panties off and started stroking her gorgeous little pussy!
Maybe--but he'd sure feel good!
"Minx..." He curled his hands around her tiny waist, intending to lift her safely into the air. But somehow his hands got mixed up, and he ended up pushing her down, so that she was rubbing really hard against his throbbing cock.
Every stroke of her soft little bottom made heat rise higher and higher...
"Are you okay?" She squirmed around to look at him, and an anxious frown creased her forehead. "You're breathing funny!"
He was panting so fast that he was feeling dizzy. "When you play horsey like that, it makes me feel..." What could he tell her that she'd understand?
"Good? Like this?" She bounced again...and his control snapped!
Wet bursts exploded from his surging cock, and soaked his jeans. He tried to choke back a frantic moan, but his whole body was shuddering like a live wire. He was on fire, burning with a need that no sane man could fight!
"Daddy?" Minx sounded scared. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. He'd nearly bucked her off when his hips had levitated right out of the chair!
"I'm sorry!" He gasped the words, and fought for control again. "I'm sorry, baby! It just feels so damned good!"
Ah hell. Now she'd want to try it again. And he couldn't handle a rematch, not without doing something he'd regret later!
His tight briefs were wet and sticky. He moaned again, low in his throat, as his relaxing cock shifted between his legs. The feel of his own warm cum was just like a woman's hot, wet mouth...
Already he was getting hard again.
He'd never been able to keep a girlfriend, because he was so horny all the time that he pretty much fucked them to death. Well, not literally. But not many girls could handle getting banged every spare second, no matter how much they claimed to like it!
Maybe if you trained one right from the ground up...
Now that was just crazy!
Girls were nearly always taught that sex was wrong, sinful, evil. So even if they liked it...and he'd met a few who really, really did...they were trained right from childhood to believe that too much wasn't a good thing.
One girl had even suggested that he get professional help, because being that hard that often just couldn't be healthy.
He felt healthy. In fact, right now he felt a little too healthy!
If you could train a girl, right from childhood, to believe that there was no such thing as 'too much sex,' what would you have?
A voracious nymphomaniac.
She wouldn't fit in well with society. But he didn't fit in, either. That's why he was living out here in the boonies, as far away from 'civilization' as he could get.
So if he started training Minx to like sex, right from the beginning...she'd be a perfect mate for him!
Not my daughter, he reminded himself as she snuggled cozily in his arms. Not incest.
Though to tell the truth, he wasn't sure if even that would have deterred him. Much. She was just too damned sexy!
Okay, think this through logically. The only real sin lies in hurting another person unnecessarily. Shoving your big cock into her tiny little pussy will hurt her. So that's out.
But there are so many other alternatives! And every one of them will bring you exquisite pleasure, and teach her that hot, sweaty sex is a wonderful thing!
And he could finally get his rocks off without having to add more calluses to the calluses already on his palms!
If she liked it, where was the harm?
And if she didn't, he'd stop right away, and go back to doing it the old-fashioned way.
Yes, of course he would. Because he didn't want to hurt her. Or scare her.
"What makes you feel really good, Minx?" he asked. He'd had a moment to calm down, so his voice wasn't as husky.
It was still hard to breathe, though. It always was, when his cock was big.
Which, when he thought about it, was most of the time. Yeah, he was a sick, twisted bastard, all right!
She thought for a minute, then grinned up at him. "I like splashing around in the lake without any clothes on, even my pretty panties." And she hitched up the corner of her dress so she could tug flirtatiously on the pink lace border. "And I like storytime, and playing with the cats out in the barn, and bouncing up and down in your lap when you tell me the Lone Ranger story."
And he was going to blow another load into his already wet shorts if she gave him another teasing peak of her sexy little panties!
Okay, so three out of four. That had to mean something.
"I like watching you splash around in the lake without any clothes on, and telling you stories, and letting you bounce up and down in my lap," he told her, and stroked her long curls with fingers that trembled.
"And playing with the cats?"
"Oh, that, too, yes. But I like the other things better."
His cock began to rise and fall in an erotic rhythm.
She wiggled a little, to find a more comfortable position. Then another grin curved her lips. "I like bouncing in your lap most of all," she confided. "It feels really good when your lap thing gets long and hard, and pushes up against me."
He nearly choked. "It does?" The words came out strangled.
"Uh huh." She rocked back and forth a few times. "Like now."
God help him, he was about to cum again!
"Minx, stop for a second!" he rasped, and curled both hands around her thighs to hold her still.
"Are you going to do that thing again?" Her eyes were bright with curiosity. "I'll hang on better this time."
"I don't..." The pressure was rising, and he could barely breathe. "Yeah...yeah, I am..." His voice rose sharply as the exquisite agony ripped through his body again. Instinctively his lean hips rose, and his pulsing shaft thrust hard against her soft body. "Jesus, Minx!"
She kept the rhythm going even after he sagged back, and let his head fall weakly against the chair. "Do it again, Daddy! This is a fun game!"
He gulped air like a drowning man, and his taut fingers gradually relaxed. "You want to play a game?" What could he teach her, as a first lesson, that would be so fun she'd want to do it again? "Okay. Let me go to the bathroom for a sec, baby. And then we'll play a grown-up game."
That made her eyes gleam with excitement.
His legs were trembling so hard that he could barely stagger from the room.
This is crazy! She'll never go along with it.
You won't know until you try.
Mick stripped off his tight jeans and cum-soaked briefs, and scrubbed himself with a warm washcloth. He wanted to be clean when she touched him for the first time. Then he tugged on loose sweat pants, and made his unsteady way back into the cabin's main room.
She was sitting in his chair, rocking eagerly back and forth. Pretending that she was sitting in his lap? It took every bit of his self-control to keep his cock from hardening again. This time, he wanted her to do it.
She jumped up as soon as she saw him, and ran over to give him a fierce hug. "I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you, too, Minx!" Grinning, he picked her up and swung her through the air, then set her down again. "So you want to play a game, do you?"
"A new game!" She jumped up and down on the balls of her feet. "A grown-up game!"
"Okay." With one quick move, he yanked the soft blanket off his chair, and spread it on the floor. "Here's a grown-up game for you. See how fast you can make my lap thing hard."
She stared in confusion as he laid down on the blanket. "But I don't know how to do it if you aren't sitting in your chair!"
So she had been doing it deliberately! He wanted to moan with delight.
"When you sit on it, it gets hard," he told her, and playfully wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "I'll bet if you touch it with your hands, it'll get hard even faster."
"Yeah?" She plopped down beside him, and boldly laid a hand on his pants. "Cool!"
No, hot! The first touch of her agile little fingers sent a fiery bolt of heat stabbing right through his groin.
"I did it!" She grinned as the front of his loose sweat pants rose like a tent. "Now what?"
He was starting to pant with excitement. "Now I'll take my pants off, and you can see what it looks like."
"Oh, I've already seen that," she giggled. "I've seen you touch it, too."
Normally she was a non-stop chatterbox, talking to plants and cats and dishes as if they could understand. So he generally knew exactly where she was at any given moment. And that made it easy for him to slip away and beat off whenever the urge struck...which was usually several times a day. More, now that she was starting to grow up.
Had she been spying on him?
No...he must not have closed his bedroom door tightly.
He wasn't quite so sure anymore, now that he knew she'd been deliberately trying to arouse him during storytime.
Of course, she didn't have any real idea what she was doing. She just thought it felt funny to have something hot and hard rise up beneath her, and bounce up and down on it.
Didn't she? Or was there something more?
"Do you like the way it looks?" he asked, and closed his eyes as she moved her hand over his loose pants. Little shockwaves of pleasure rippled up and down his hardened length.
She lifted one small shoulder in a shrug. "I dunno. Should I?"
He was getting dizzy again. "I hope you will! Would you like to touch it with your hands?"
She thought about that for a moment. "Will it make you feel good?"
"Oh, yeah!" He clutched his waistband, and slowly began to tug his pants down.
Minx stared as his cock bounced out, and stood straight up. It was already wet on the crest. He kicked his pants aside with one swift movement, then laid back again. The cool air felt delightfully erotic against his heated flesh.
Minx reached out with one small finger, and pushed against his rigid shaft. It bobbed back and forth, and she laughed. "This is fun!" she giggled. "Do that again, Daddy!"
He flexed his hips, and his cock swayed and then stood erect again. "Touch it, Minx," he begged, and curled his fingers into the rumpled blanket to keep from reaching for her. "Take it in your hands, and move them up and down. The more you touch it, the better it'll make me feel!"
Slowly she reached for him, then jerked her hands back. "Are you gonna do that thing again, and make sticky white stuff come out of it?"
Did that frighten her? "It does that because touching it feels so good," he panted. "You can make it happen, if you want. Or I can tell you when it's about to happen, and you can pull your hands away again. It's all up to you, baby."
"I like making you feel good." She reached out again, and he moaned as her little fingers curled around him. "It makes me feel good, too."
"I want to make you feel good." He began to shudder as her hands moved up and down in an incredibly erotic rhythm. "But I can't, not really. Not until you're older."
"Aw, that's not fair!" She scowled down at him. "Why can't you?"
Air was clogging in his lungs. He felt like he was trying to breathe hot steam. "You're too little. I'd hurt you."
"No, you wouldn't." She laughed, and moved her hands faster. "You'll never hurt me."
Not if he managed to keep his hands to himself! But he ached to strip off her pretty little dress, and those outrageously sexy pink panties, and touch her all over!
"Minx...Minx!" His cock began to swell in fierce pulsing bursts. "I'm gonna do it, baby! I'm gonna cum again!"
She almost jerked her hands away...but then changed her mind, and kept stroking him. An instant later, milky jets spurted from his rigid shaft, and shot through the air. She squealed with laughter as they splashed all over his quivering thighs.
"Again!" Before she could stop, he curled a hand over both of hers, and kept the rhythm going. "Keep me hard! Make me cum again!"
His chest was heaving with exertion. She started panting with him as she leaned closer. "I wanta feel good, too!"
What could he do that would make her feel good, but not hurt her?
"Take off your clothes!" Frantically Mick ripped off his shirt, and hurled it across the room. "Your panties, too. You won't need them right now."
She stood up long enough to obey, then stared down at him. "I want to bounce in your lap," she decided. "I want to see what it feels like when I don't have any panties on."
"No!" That was the one thing he couldn't allow. "If you do, I'll want to push it inside you. That's what a man's cock is for, Minx, to push inside girls. But you're too little. I'll hurt you. I'll tear you apart inside if I try to push it into you."
She blinked a few times, and took a cautious step back. "Why?"
How could he explain? "Come here," he urged, patting the blanket. "Lay down beside me.
"Now look," he said, and gently nudged her bare thighs apart. "See this little tiny hole down here, between your legs?"
Oh God, he wanted to ravish her!
"The one in the middle?" She hunched over so that she could see where he was pointing.
"That's right." He stroked a finger over it, and had to fight the urge to thrust it deep inside her. "When you're a little bigger, I'll spread your legs wide, and I'll push my cock inside you. And when you're a little bigger, it'll feel really, really good!
"But if I do it now... Well, your hole is tiny, Minx! And every time you touch me, my cock gets really big! So if I push it into you, it'll hurt you really badly. And I don't want to do that."
That made sense, in a way that even a child could understand.
But then she curled her hand around his long finger, and tugged it back against her soft folds. "Your finger's not near as big," she said. "Would it hurt if you put that inside me?"
Just the thought of it made a hot rush of passion surge through his swollen cock. Spatters burst from it, and sprayed across her hips and stomach. She blinked again, and then started to laugh. "Did touching me make you feel good?"
"Incredibly good!" He fell back, gasping for breath. "But I can't!"
When he was being especially stubborn, she fell back on her most potent weapon: She quivered her chin, and let tears spring to her eyes. "But why?"
Mick moaned in despair. She always knew just which buttons to push! "Baby, don't! I will, when you're a little older. But not yet. Even my finger would hurt you."
She puckered her lips into a first-class pout. "I'll bet it wouldn't. You just don't want to."
"Oh, yes I do!" His throat felt raw from breathing so fast. And his cock was already ramrod-straight again. "But Minx..."
Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. And he knew that he'd lost the battle.
"All right. I'll try it, just a little. But if it hurts even the slightest bit, I'm going to stop."
She sniffled a little, then eagerly laid down next to him again.
"This is a game that only grown-ups are supposed to play, Minx," he warned her. "It's not supposed to be for little girls."
She tried to stick her chest out, so that she'd look more grown-up. Despite his concern, he had to laugh. What a hot-blooded little delight she was!
Very, very gently, he began to stroke her soft flesh with a single finger. She wiggled her hips, and spread her thighs wider. "That feels nice." Her eyes glowed with anticipation.
"That's good. That's what I want for you." He clenched restraining fingers around his pulsing cock, to keep himself from cumming again. This moment was for her, and only her. "I want it to always feel nice. And someday it'll feel even better than nice, and you'll want to do it all the time, just like I do."
Very slowly he began to probe with his fingers...first her tight little pussy, and then her puckering little anal hole.
She wriggled again, but it was only to arch her hips so that he could reach her better.
"Does this hurt, baby?" He nudged a little deeper, and felt her silky skin give way beneath the light pressure.
"Mmmm..." She moaned softly. But when he would have pulled away, she scooted closer, and her little fingers began to glide over the shiny crest of his swollen cock again. "I like this game."
"Are you sure?"
Would her tiny nipples be sensitive yet? He bent over her, and touched one pink bud with his tongue.
She jumped in surprise. "Is that part of the game?"
"Oh, yes." He was surprised by how much he wanted to taste her again. "A very important part!"
His tongue stroked over her peak again, then shifted to her other rising nipple. She gasped as hot little tingles began to shiver in her flat belly. "It feels so good!"
His fingers were probing deeper now. He tried to hold back, to go slowly. Somewhere inside her was that little scrap of skin, and if he broke it, she was going to hurt.
Maybe if he could make her feel really, really good, she wouldn't notice that one quick burst of pain as much! And then it would be over, and she'd never have to face it again.
"Which feels better, baby?" He thrust his finger partway into one hole, then began to tease the other one. "Which way do you like more?"
"I don't know!" She was getting dizzy, and the room was starting to spin. "Both, I think! Oh, don't stop!" she cried, when he started to change positions.
"I'm not. I just want to show you another part of the game."
He twisted around and slid both hands between her silky little thighs, then began to lick at her bare pussy. She yelped as his agile tongue stroked the tiny nub between her legs.
"Touch me again, Minx!" His breath was hot against her sensitive skin. "Take me in your hands. Kiss my cock with your mouth!"
"It tastes funny." She ran her tongue over her lips, and then kissed his swollen crest again. "Why does it taste funny?"
He paused just long enough to lift his head. "Because you're making me feel so good!"
Her warm breath was driving him insane! Frantically he began to thrust against her parted lips. "Open your mouth, baby! Let me push my cock inside it!"
The first touch of her wet little tongue drove him right over the edge. Moaning, he shuddered, and just barely managed to flip over onto his back. Burst after burst of hot cum rocketed through the air.
When the room finally stopped whirling around him, he forced his eyes open. Minx was sitting on his quivering thighs, rubbing her hands through the dark hair that arrowed from his chest down to the base of his flat stomach.
"Climb off, baby," he rasped. "It's too dangerous for you to sit on me when we're both naked."
"No." She favored him with another pout, then wrapped both hands around his shrinking cock. A renewed twinge of excitement made it bounce up and down again. "Why did it get smaller after you did that thing?"
"After you made me cum?" If she was going to learn about sex, she might as well learn the right words, too. "Because it needs to rest before it can get hard again. Just like you need to rest after you get tired from running across the field."
"Oh." She thought about that for a moment. "When it's smaller, can you put it inside me?"
A disbelieving laugh rumbled in his chest. Mick, old boy, you've created a monster!
"No." He said it very firmly. "When it needs rest, it's not hard enough to push into anything. And when it's awake, it's too big to put inside you. Like it or not, Minx, you're going to have to wait until you're older. And so am I."
She scowled. But his cock was rapidly swelling to full size again, and his lean hips were starting to flex up and down. It might not be the game she really wanted to play, but it was still a fun game. And she did like making him feel good. So she curled both hands around his shaft, and rubbed his hot skin until he groaned in ecstatic agony.
"Will you touch me again, while I touch you?" she asked.
As if he could keep his hands off her!
"Lay down on me!" he urged. "Your stomach on my stomach. That way you can taste my cock again, while I eat your sweet little pussy!"
Her legs were starting to get longer, he noticed. She was growing up fast.
Not fast enough!
Don't be so impatient! You'll have plenty of time to train her, so that she's completely ready when you finally do fuck her!
Her bare pussy was just inches from his face. He began to stroke it, and ease his big fingers into her tight little holes again. She moaned, and her fingers tightened on his thudding cock.
Very, very slowly he began to push his fingers deeper. She moaned again, and bucked against his big hands.
"Does it hurt?" His chest was getting tight again. How long could he keep from cumming, when every stroke of her nimble hands was driving him closer to the edge? And her pussy tasted so sweet! He loved the way she quivered and panted every time he rubbed his tongue across her erect little nub.
"No...oh!" She suddenly moaned, and her muscles tightened around his fingers. "It feels so good!"
Could he make her cum?
"What do you like the most?" Air was rasping in his lungs. "Tell me, baby! I want you to cum, just like I do!"
For answer, she bucked harder against his exploring fingers. "That...oh, please..." Her voice began to rise as he probed deeper, and rocked his fingers back and forth faster. "Yes..."
He couldn't fight it anymore! "Minx, I'm gonna cum!"
Her little tongue darted out to trace circles around his swollen crest. Hot spurts began to fill her mouth. And she was swallowing! Not all of it, but she was trying!
His hips levitated right off the floor. "Minx!" He felt like he was cumming in gallons! "Jesus, baby!"
He had to return the favor! Quickly he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, and tasted her first tangy essence. It drove him wild!
She cried out, and shuddered with reaction. His finger slid in easily now as slick moisture flooded her tight passage. She was cumming, she was!
Quickly he pressed a second finger against her tight hole. She yelped a little, then started pushing hard against the pressure. More cum exploded from his cock as her flesh parted, and his second finger slid deeper and deeper.
Any more, and he was going to hurt her. But it was so damned hard to stop!
It was so damned hard, period! He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hard and cum so often...and for him, that was saying something!
"Minx!" Breathlessly he tried to ease back a little. "If I push any deeper, I'll hurt you." He wrapped one arm around her trembling body and rolled, so that she was sprawled on the blanket and he was hovering over her.
"I don't care!" She gasped as he moved his fingers again, and dug her feet into the blanket so that she could arch her slender hips higher.
He pierced her barrier before he knew it, and she yelped in startled shock. But then she moaned again, low in her throat, and began to move her hips in quick little jerks. "Don't stop!" she begged. "Don't stop!"
She was so close that he could feel the vibrations as her tight little pussy clenched around his fingers. He pushed her over the edge by stroking her hard little nub with his tongue again. And when she screamed with delight, and clutched at him with frantic hands, he felt simply amazing!
* * * * *
They were too exhausted to pick themselves up off the floor. Minx's sweat-slick body was so limp that she couldn't even muster enough strength to curl up against him.
Mick solved the problem by easing his shoulder under her head, then cradling her against his wide chest.
How many times had he cum? He'd lost count! But he remembered every single time he'd tasted her honey-sweet juices on his tongue. She was delicious! And she loved it when he buried his tongue in her tight little pussy, then followed it with two big fingers, and another one partway into her puckering little anal hole.
It would take time for her muscles to ease up and accept him without hurting. But if he knew Minx...and he did...this was one game she'd want to practice again and again and again!
Smiling at the thought, he drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Heat woke him. And for just an instant, he wondered whether Minx had put more wood on the fire.
Then he gasped, and his entire body jolted.
She was sitting on his lean thighs, and rocking back and forth against his rising cock. "I thought maybe if I put it inside me while it was still small and soft," she panted. "But it's already getting big again!"
"Minx, you're not ready." He moaned, because her wet pussy was gliding against his swelling crest, and driving him absolutely crazy!
"I am, too!" Stubbornly she wriggled back and forth. "It keeps touching me where you put your fingers, but I can't...quite..."
Suddenly she gasped, and clutched at his arms. "I think...I think..."
It was filling her, just a little! Mick groaned, and fought to keep from yanking her fully onto his rigid shaft. "Minx, it's too dangerous!" he panted, even as his hips began to arch beneath her. "I'll hurt you!"
"It doesn't..." She rocked back and forth, and her head fell back in delight. "It doesn't hurt!"
"I'm barely inside you!" he groaned. "If I was any deeper, it would hurt!"
She rocked again...and her tight flesh began to part. Her delighted cry echoed in his ears.
He should be pushing her away, to safety...but his hands were mixed up again, and clamped around her slender hips, helping her slide back and forth. He gulped for air as liquid heat began to enfold him, ever so slowly.
His crest wasn't even fully inside her yet, but she was trying so hard to impale herself on him! And with every eager thrust, she was drawing him in just a little deeper!
Maybe she could do it, after all!
"Minx, rise up a little." He panted the words, and hoisted her up so that his swollen cock rose, straight and proud, beneath her. "If you really want to do this, let yourself sink down on it, very slowly. Very slowly, baby, and ease back up whenever it starts to hurt too much!"
Her breathless cries filled the air as she perched above him, and began to bounce up and down. She was so tiny, so tight...there was no way she'd be able to take him...
But bit by bit, he was pressing up into her wet little pussy! Just a little more, and the crest would be completely inside her...
She moaned suddenly, and got a wild look in her eyes. Oh God, she was cumming hard!
Slick wetness coated his surging cock...and then it slid effortlessly between her pink pussy lips.
Overload! Mick's fingers clenched around her shuddering hips as he rose, thrusting deep into her tight virgin depths. She was taking him, all of him! And loving every moment, as she rocked back and forth faster and faster, crying out and clutching his arms.
"Minx! Baby, cum with me!" Fierce explosions rippled through his swelling cock, and flooded her tiny pussy with wet heat. Harsh grunts tore from his throat. He'd never cum so hard before in his life!
Minx's eyes were glazed with wondering shock as he fell back, gasping. "Don't...stop..." Her chest was heaving so hard, she could barely force the words out. "Please...again!"
Oh yeah, he'd definitely created a monster!
His hands shook as he slid them around her narrow waist, and then moved them lower. She gasped in surprise when he nudged her tight hole with one finger, then started to grin. "Will you do that thing to me, like you did before?"
"Both holes at once?" He grinned back up at her. "I'll do better than the last time. Do you like feeling my cock inside you, Minx?"
She nodded vigorously. "It did hurt some," she admitted with a shy little smile. "But now it doesn't anymore. Now it just feels..." She bobbed up and down on him, and felt him move inside her. "Oh, it feels nice!"
He nudged at her anal hole again, and felt it part beneath his light probing. "Wanta try it with my cock inside you, and my finger, too?"
She gasped in surprise. "Oh! That feels so good! Why does it feel even nicer with your cock inside me?"
It was so bizarre to hear raunchy sex words tumbling so naturally from her little lips! "Because my cock is so big and hard, even bigger than when I put two fingers inside you. I really didn't think you could fit me inside your tiny little pussy!"
Thank the heavens above that she'd been so stubborn, and he'd been so wrong!
She bounced up and down again, and made him moan. "Will it hurt when you put it inside me next time?"
His chest was getting tight. "Maybe some, until your body grows and stretches more. But I'll never try and tell you that you're too little for anything again!"
She avidly licked her lips. "You're getting a lot bigger inside me! Are you gonna do it...are you gonna cum again?"
How could he possibly help it? "Do you want me to?"
She wiggled her little hips, and pushed down on his probing finger. "I just want to make you feel good."
"You are!" His voice was strangled as he began to push with his finger in quick, erotic jerks. "Baby, I want to cum in your pretty little ass! But you're too tight!"
"I am not!" She pulled away, and he wanted to sob with frustration. "You just need to do it more so it doesn't hurt!"
Anything! His chest heaved with churning desire. "Roll over, baby! Onto your side. Now put your leg around my waist, like that." She was perfectly in position! He began to finger her again, then slid his big cock into her wet depths. She moaned, and fell back, with a delighted smile on her face.
"Okay." If he didn't pull out right this instant, he'd shoot another load into her pussy...and as wickedly delightful as that was, he wanted to show her the other way now. "Jesus, Minx, you're so tight!"
She moaned a little as he caught her hips, and held her in place, then started to nudge her dark hole with his swollen crest. It felt so hot, so hard, so huge...but somehow, so incredibly good!
"Deeper, deeper, deeper!" She chanted it, and rocked back and forth, as he pushed his cock just a little more with every shuddering thrust. "I know it'll feel good when you're inside me!"
"Doesn't it now?" He could barely gasp out the words as her tight flesh began to part.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh..." She cried out suddenly, and her fingers clutched at his quivering hips. "Oooooooohhhhhhh..."
He couldn't take any more! A hoarse shout tore from his lungs as he lunged forward, and blistering heat suddenly enveloped his pulsing cock. "Minx!"
Spurt after hot spurt erupted from his rigid shaft, and flooded her tiny passage with slick cum. He was quite sure that his heart nearly stopped beating as the entire universe erupted inside his convulsing body. "Minx!"
* * * * *
"Are you okay?" Every muscle in his body ached with delicious fatigue. But Mick couldn't rest until he saw Minx's sleepy smile. "Did I hurt you?"
"Uh uh. Well, maybe a little," she amended as she moved her legs, and felt a brief twinge of discomfort. "But not very much. And next time, it won't hurt even that much, right?"
If she was already anticipating the next time, then he couldn't have done her any serious harm. Mick felt cool relief wash through his veins. "That's right. And before too long, it won't hurt at all. But the important thing is that it felt really good."
She beamed at him, and snuggled closer. "Oh, it did! So very, very good!"
He cradled her in his arms. "I love you, Minx."
"I love you, too, Daddy."
Okay, that was something he'd have to change. "Since you're a woman now," he told her with a sleepy smile, "and you've become my lover, you shouldn't call me Daddy anymore. I'm really not, you know. I think you should call me by my grown-up name. Mick."
"Mick." She savored the word, then rolled onto his chest so that she could kiss him. Somewhere through the night, she'd learned to kiss like a woman, too. "I love you, Mick."
Suddenly he wasn't sleepy anymore. And she felt the stirring in him, and started to grin.
"Do you want to fuck me again?" she asked, and licked her lips in anticipation.
A voracious nymphomaniac.
Thank the heavens he'd decided to train her right away!
"Oh, yeah! I want to fuck you again, and again, and again!"
She was soft, and wet, and open for him. Any way, any time, any place!
He hadn't wanted to be saddled with raising a little girl. But now he was glad that she'd stumbled into his life. No matter what happened, and no matter what he had to do, he was never going to let her go!
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