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At the time I first saw those nasty pictures, my daughter Lori, was a small at the age of 14, but she preferred to hang out with big girls in the neighborhood. That was both good and bad for my daughter: a very intelligent lady, most girls her own age could not engage her in stimulating conversation, but most older girls often acted, especially in groups, like Lori wasn't even there. That hurt her, and me as her father. Lori, was not a pet to me in any way. Some of her friends, on the other hand... Brittany was. I don't think her name really was "Brittany" -- the rest of her Hispanic family had ethnic- appropriate names -- but she was something of an outcast, desperate to fit in anywhere, and likely made up whatever fit the moment. The girl was born deformed; a problem with the development of her right side had left her shoulder hunched and one leg obviously shorter. It was such a shame that other girls couldn't see past that to her face, because she was amazingly pretty.
I noticed. Brittany, fifteen years old, seemed to like the attention I gave the girls when they were playing, and I took a chance one morning. Leaving my bedroom to find that my daughter already had invited Brittany inside to play Nintendo (I gently scolded her for it later), I sat in the armchair beside she allowed the head of my penis poke out of my loose-fitting shorts. My first sexual charge came only moments later, when she noticed. Brittany actually seemed to be salivating at the sight! Naturally, seeing that reaction gave me a raging hard-on, and all six-and-a-half inches of throbbing adult cock soon were hers to see. I had to readjust my position slightly to avoid showing off to my daughter as well but, when she wasn't playing her turn, Brittany couldn't take her eyes off my member. Indeed, she seemed to be "killing" herself at the game far too quickly so she could turn her attention back to our "game". As if that wasn't forward enough, the fifteen years old girl volunteered to retrieve a toy she saw under the chair -- and, not coincidentally, under me -- to get a closer look at a huge (well, to her) hard-on now pointing straight at her.
I certainly did not object; indeed, I leaned back slightly to give her a better view. The question was, how forward would she be, especially with my daughter in the room? (My wife would not be home for about 45 minutes; we worked graduating shifts to avoid having to put Lori to be alone, and she also worked some weekends, like today.) Getting an idea, I yawned obviously, and pretended to nod off in the chair. Peeking carefully, I could see Brittany inch closer to me between turns on the Nintendo. Finally, my daughter announced a too loudly that she had to use the bathroom and, seconds later, I saw a hand reaching for my pulsing meat. Brittany took my cock into her hand softly, as if trying not to awaken me, and slid back and forth a few times, getting the feel of my engorged, slightly spongy head and rock-hard shaft. She seemed as knowledgeable as she was gentle, and I wondered just how desperate to "fit in" she'd already been with an older man.
Just then, the toilet flushed, and Brittany's hand returned to her side. With the ice broken, however, she'd soon get even more bold. Whenever Lori was playing, her 15-year-old friend tried to sit in such a way that she was between me and my daughter, so Lori couldn't tell what Brittany's right hand was doing. It was back on my cock in a flash, gently rubbing, prodding, feeling and otherwise playing with her new toy. Once, she surprised me by leaning over and licking the pre-cum from the tip, sending an electric charge that made my hair stand up. I moaned, slightly, hoping Brittany would keep it up. The doorbell rang, breaking the spell. Pretending to wake up, I readjusted myself and let Lori answer the door. It was Brittany's big sister, and our sweet friend had to leave. "Thanks for coming, see you again soon, " I said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.
A few minutes later, in the bathroom, my own hand felt better than ever!
I saw Brittany again on Wednesday, as I arrived home from work mid-afternoon. My wife already had gone to bed (thanks goodness for the heavy drapes in the bedroom) and she was babysitting, more or less. She had to leave a few minutes later, though, and I had no chance to try the next step. Friday would be different. Friday, Brittany was over to play again, my wife was in bed again, and this time I was back in my shorts and relaxing with a cold beer in a flash. Again, Brittany paid close attention to my hard cock as it stood from confinement like a lone soldier out of formation. Asking Brittany if I could play some of her turns on the Nintendo, I sat directly behind her on the coffee table.
Turned towards me, she'd get a face full of cock, and she did; but she was afraid to touch me while I was "awake". So, I tried to take more of a lead. When it was her turn, or Lori's, I'd massage Brittany's back and shoulders, occasionally reaching toward the front and brushing my hands over two tits. Perhaps getting the hint, she began to lean back when I'd rub her, and my hard cock would rest on her buttocks. She seemed to like that, but she wouldn't take any further initiative. Somehow, I had to get the point across that it was okay. An idea hit me a few minutes later as her head rested against my leg, her face inches from my hard-on. I "died" quickly to end my turn at the game, and told Brittany there was something in her eye. Holding the back of her head, I gently wiped away at an imaginary speck of something while gently touching the head of my penis to her lips. They parted slightly, and I gently pulled her head a tiny bit closer. I could feel her lips and hot breath on the tip of my hard cock, and I kept brushing at the "speck" in her eye, hoping her mouth soon would open.
Finally, she obliged, and I pulled her head slightly toward me again. When the head of my cock was fully in her mouth, Lori's turn ended, and Brittany let me pop out from her mouth and went back to the Nintendo. She played a bit longer this time, as if she wasn't sure she should return to what she was doing with me, but her turn soon was over. Turning toward me again, Brittany seemed to have a question in her expression, glancing between my legs and back up to my eyes. I smiled, and nodded "yes". Brittany smiled, took hold of my penis with one hand, and let it enter her mouth again, this time much deeper. I tried not to moan too loudly; God forbid Lori should look around and see what we were doing.
Her friend hardly was an expert fellatrix, but Brittany was pretty damned good for a fifteen-year-old. Like I had any experience on which to base that statement... For the next fifteen minutes, we alternated between playing with the Nintendo and with each other, as I occasionally caressed her tits or her pussy mound through her clothing while receiving slowly improving head. Silently, I showed her how to use her tongue and, soon, the only downside was when it was our turn at the game. Brittany was busy with the controller when I heard my bedroom door open, and my wife went in to use the bathroom. Whew. Nice timing.
I didn't see my new teenage lover for more than a week after that, and I had to admit I got a little nervous besides, I knew Brittany had had at least a some experience with older man, so it was less likely that she'd tell; that was the reason I was so bold with her in the first place. Now, though, I wondered if we'd gone too far, too fast.
Sunday morning, I awoke to find Brittany playing games with Lori. Gently scolded my daughter again ("Please wake me up and ask me first, okay?"), I then said hello to her friend. Brittany smiled brightly, with a twinkle of wickedness in her eyes. That was a relief! We played 'Sorry!' while Brittany occasionally reached under the table to play with my hardness, again poking obscenely from my shorts. After a short while, I got the hint, and began caressing her upper thighs and, to my surprise, her naked moist pussy. She was wearing nothing under her skirt! What a beautiful and clever girl.
Lori got bored soon, and wanted to play with another friend next door. She invited Brittany, and the two of them left. My wife, who usually gets home at about 7:30am, was asked to stay late, and she had agreed, so I was alone in the house and decided to hop into the shower. I was just rinsing off when the doorbell rang; it was Brittany. She said she had told my daughter and our next-door neighbor that she had to go home, and came here to see me instead. I looked out to see if anyone was watching; with no one in sight, I let her in. Brittany heard the shower running, and peeled off her clothes, pulling me behind her. I didn't know exactly when my wife would come home, and I told Brittany so. She looked crestfallen.
Except, I had an idea. Shutting off the shower and throwing Brittany's clothes into the bathroom, I led her back into the living room and laid her on the couch closest to the door. My wife hadn't taken her keys to work, knowing I'd be home all day, and I locked the door, explaining that she'd have to knock to get in. If need be, Brittany could run into the bathroom and put her clothes back on, and I'd throw my t-shirt and shorts on, open the door, and say Lori's friend dropped by and had to use the bathroom before heading next door.
It was perfect, or so we hoped. The sexy vixen on the couch in front of me had her legs splayed and was rubbing her pussy the entire time I was contriving our explanations, and I lost all sense of control, diving in to that soft, pink delicious muff. Brittany tasted good, really good -- almost sweet. I allowed the tip of my tongue to trace a gentle line up one tight pussy lip and down the other, almost as if applying eyeliner. Stopping at her engorged clit, I flicked my tongue gently up and down, then back and forth, causing her legs to twitch involuntarily. Within moments, her hole opened much wider than it should have under pressure from my tongue, and I decided to test her virginity with my finger, only to find it a thing of the past.
How desperate, indeed, I thought. Standing up, I guided her mouth to my penis, asking her to get it nice and wet. Slicked-up within just a few seconds, I returned to my knees and guided my cockhead to her juicy wet hole. My harder- than-usual prick slipped in with only a little difficulty, and Brittany seemed distressed only for a moment; then, her jaw fell open, her head fell back, and she let out a guttural moan. All six-and-a-half inches of my cock slid in and out of this teenage girl's love hole, and we both seemed to be loving every minute. Her tight sleeve felt like a silken glove made for me alone; I would not be long for this journey. I wondered, honestly, if this young girl could come with me; I had no idea, not having any previous experience with these things. I tried tickling her nipples, and she shuddered, riding my cock a little harder. Licking a finger, I moved it to her swollen clit to see if that would help. Almost instantly, her body stiffened, she let out a short "Aaah ooh!" and began to shake as if electrocuted.
My building orgasm began at that instant, filling her tight pussy with my hot come, and I pumped until I had nothing left. Resting on my hands so as not to smother this teenage girl under me, I could hear only my heart thumping in my ears, and our ragged breathing. It seemed like several minutes before Brittany opened her eyes and smiled at me. I leaned down, kissing her for the first time, and her tongue dueled expertly with mine. "Thank you, " I breathed. She giggled. "Thank you!" Brittany used the bathroom, put on her clothes, gave me a goodbye kiss and skipped out the door. I never saw her again; I was at work when she said she and her family was moving, and bade a tearful goodbye to Lori and my wife.