Bringing Up CeeCee
by Mortimer Snerd
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I am a single parent.  My wife left me for another woman, three years ago, 
leaving me with uncontested custody of our young daughter.  (I don't think she 
could have argued successfully in court that she was the more fit parent, and 
apparently she agreed.)  She also wounded my pride, but let's not get into that.  
We had married young, and she obviously hadn't known yet what she wanted 
out of life.  The important thing was for life to go on, and for my daughter to have 
as normal and happy a childhood as possible.  Trying to overcompensate, I 
became a fairly indulgent father.  There was almost nothing I wouldn't do to 
make my little girl happy. 

The year my daughter was in sixth grade, she started having sleepover parties.  
At first, these were modest affairs with two or three girls, and I didn't mind them, 
even on what became an almost weekly basis.  Eventually, though, the 
sleepovers became bigger and bigger, and I had to put a limit on how often I 
allowed them.  Three girls can camp out in my daughter's room, but ten or twelve 
took up a lot more space.  Many a Friday night, I had an entire family room full of 
11-year-old girls in sleeping bags, usually gabbing into the wee hours of the 
morning.  Saturday, they always slept in late, and the early afternoon would see 
a parade of parents coming to the door, picking up their children.  Occasionally, 
one or two of the kids would need a ride home, and I never minded doing the taxi 
work.

Sometimes, the girls who slept over weren't even close friends with my daughter;  
they were just classmates, or friends of friends, who managed to get invited.  
One of these was a girl named CeeCee.  This particular time, a nippy early-
spring weekend, was the third sleepover she had come to, yet she didn't seem 
very much inclined to spend time with my daughter or her other friends.  What 
she did seem interested in was me!  She often wandered into whatever room I 
was in, leaning in close and asking what I was doing.  I didn't think much of it, 
until she began touching me.  She would put her hand on my arm when she 
spoke -- stand next to me with her body right against my side -- sit on the arm of 
my easy chair and ask what I was reading, then put her head on my shoulder to 
see.  It was obvious the girl had a massive crush on me, which I must admit I 
found kind of flattering, but that was all.  The girl was attractive, but she was only 
11.  Puppy love is warm and fuzzy, and I just let us both enjoy it.

All that changed, the next morning.  I was reading the Saturday morning paper, 
when CeeCee came over in her pajamas and sat on the arm of the chair again, 
asking about what I was reading.  Once again, she draped her arm around my 
neck and leaned in against me.  As I started to give her a brief rundown of the 
day's news, she completely surprised me by taking one of my hands, lifting it up 
to her, and sucking gently on one of my fingers!  Startled, I lost my train of 
thought for a moment, before recovering and finishing lamely.  In spite of myself, 
I was quickly developing an erection, and my thoughts were suddenly flooded 
with sexual imagery.  CeeCee must have had some idea what she was doing to 
me, because she continued to suck as I fell quiet.  I turned to look at her, 
noticing her as a young woman for the first time.  She was an adorable little 
blond, tall for her age, with already-shapely legs and perky little, newly-
developing breasts showing through the fabric of her pajamas.  Perched on the 
arm of the chair as she was, her head was slightly above mine, and I had to look 
upward a bit to face her.  As our eyes locked, she continued to suck on my finger 
for a few moments, then drew it slowly and deliberately out of her mouth, using 
her tongue to keep it deliciously warm and wet until the last moment, after which 
she lightly licked her lips, all the while holding my gaze.  I was mesmerized by 
this little fox!

Struggling to break the spell (yet not sure I really wanted to), I awkwardly pulled 
CeeCee into my lap and gave her what I hoped would come across as a chaste, 
fatherly hug.  "I like you, too, Ceese," (the nickname everyone called her), "and 
I'm glad you came," I said.  CeeCee clung to me for a few seconds, then I pulled 
back and kissed her lightly on the forehead.  She smiled, and darted in to kiss 
me almost as lightly on the lips.  As she moved to do this, her one hand wound 
up over my still-bulging hard-on.  She let it stay there for just a moment, still 
smiling, before hopping off my lap and going to get dressed for the day.  The 
pleasant scent of her body lingered with me for several minutes. 

Still dazed by what had just happened, I shook my head to clear it.  What had 
been going through CeeCee's mind?  Well, that seemed obvious. although she 
probably didn't fully understand what she was doing, she was trying to let me 
know that she was "available" to me, whatever that meant to her.  What was 
going through my mind was more confusing.  This was my daughter's classmate, 
for heaven's sake!  An 11-year-old, mid-pubescent girl.  What was I doing, 
thinking of her sexually?  Yet the episode had affected me so powerfully, I had a 
difficult time thinking of anything else all morning.  CeeCee seemed to know, 
fueling the fire by catching my eyes across the breakfast table and smiling at me, 
brushing past me later and lightly squeezing my hand, and so on.  There was 
some kind of bond between us now, and she knew it.  With each passing 
encounter, I found my desire building to get her alone and be with her, as crazy 
as that sounds.  And I started to plan out a way it might happen.

CeeCee's mom was one of the parents that often seemed unable (or unwilling) 
to pick up her daughter when it came time, and I had driven her home before.  
After lunch, when the other girls started getting picked up one by one, CeeCee 
was again one of the last few left.  I seized the initiative.  "I can drive you home if 
you want, Ceese," I told her.  "But it won't be until later, because I have some 
things to do here.  If you don't mind waiting, why don't you give your mom a 
quick call, so she won't worry?  Let her know we'll save her the trip."  CeeCee 
liked this idea, and went to call her mom right away.  (In truth, her mom was 
probably just going to be relieved that she could finish sleeping off her Friday-
night hangover.  I don't think she was the most attentive parent.)  She came back 
a few minutes later to tell me it was all set.  "What time do you think we'll be 
going?" she asked.  I told her it might be a few hours, almost sundown, before I'd 
be taking her home.  "No problem," she said.  "But it'll be getting cooler by then. 
I think I'll change into my warmer shirt."  She put her knapsack down on a nearby 
chair, rummaged through it for a long-sleeve pullover, then, to my surprise, 
started to take off the short-sleeve one she was wearing, right in front of me!

Glancing around, I was relieved to find that nobody else was in the room.  
CeeCee complained that this particular shirt was always hard to get out of, acting 
like she was struggling with it.  "Here, help me out," she said, then turned her 
back to me and bent over, with her arms above her head.  Her little butt pressed 
against me, and heat flashed through my body again, my hard-on returning 
almost instantly.  In a daze of arousal, I took ahold of her shirt at the waist and 
pulled it up over her head.  As she reached up to finish the job, I allowed my 
hands to glide slowly down the sides of her now-bare torso, over her training bra, 
and down to her waist, where I held her for a moment.  I basked in the smooth, 
warm feel of her young body, the smell of her skin, the way my hard-on nestled 
between her soft cheeks as I pulled her gently against me.  CeeCee let us linger 
that way for a minute, then finished pulling off the shirt, shook her hair, and stood 
up, turning her head to smile at me.  My hands were still at her waist, and now I 
reached around to fold them over her tender middle, holding her gently.  She 
relaxed against me, holding her shirt against her breasts in a small show of 
modesty.  I nuzzled the top of her head, and once again, she turned to kiss me 
on the lips.  This time, our kiss was a little deeper, the way new lovers might 
begin with each other, tentative but eager.  Almost on automatic, I let my one 
hand roam downward, finding her young mound and pressing against it through 
the fabric.  "Mmmm," she murmured, snuggling tighter to me.  I couldn't believe 
what was happening, here!  And while I don't think either of us wanted to end it 
just yet, I was suddenly afraid of being found like this, making out with my 
daughter's half-naked friend.  I broke our embrace, still dazed but trying to regain 
control.  CeeCee smiled, saying, "I'd better finish getting dressed."  I nodded 
mutely and left the room, trying to hide the small wet spot on the front of my 
jeans.

The afternoon dragged by very slowly.  My daughter and CeeCee hung out 
together for most of the time, and I really didn't see much of either of them.  In 
truth, I didn't have anything pressing to do, but I wanted it to be getting dark 
when I took CeeCee home.  She lived about a half-hour away, outside of town in 
the other direction, and I knew some nice, private roads along the way.  CeeCee 
had been vague with her mom about what time she'd be home, since I hadn't 
really said, and I planned on making use of that looseness in the schedule.  I 
wasn't really sure how far things would go, but I found that my desire to be alone 
with her was burning hotter and hotter as the hours ground on.

Finally, as the sun was going down, I asked CeeCee to gather her things to go.  I 
had planned on giving my daughter a job to do, if she had thought about riding 
along, but fortunately she said she had some homework to get done.  Trying not 
to look too anxious, I took CeeCee to the car, put her in the front seat and her 
things in the trunk, and pulled away.

We had no more than gotten off my street, when CeeCee moved to the middle 
and snuggled against me, laying her head on my shoulder.  I put an arm around 
her and pulled her close, enjoying the fresh smell of her hair and the warmth of 
her body against me once more.  We drove like that until we were out of town, 
when I asked her, "You don't mind if we don't go straight to your house, do you?"  
"I'd be mad at you if we did," was her response.  With that, I headed for the 
nearest wooded turn-off, known locally as a "lovers' lane", where any occasional 
passing vehicle would politely leave a parked car alone.  I don't think CeeCee 
was aware of this, but she sensed the increasing privacy as we turned into the 
woods, and snuggled even closer, putting an arm around me.  I reached around 
to fondle one of her young breasts, causing her to murmur contentedly.  Just as I 
was about to pull off to the side, she slid her hand down to my crotch, finding my 
bulging hard-on and stroking it a few times.  I almost wrecked the car, but 
recovered and managed to safely bring it to a stop in a secluded place, quickly 
parking it and turning off the engine.  CeeCee turned her face up to me, and I 
took her in both arms as our lips met, kissing deeply.  Her arms went around my 
neck, pulling us together even tighter.  I let myself get lost in her warmth, her 
hair, the scent of her young, aroused body.  My hands roamed freely, taking in all 
of her soft curves.

After a bit, I suggested we climb into the back seat, where we would have a lot 
more room.  She followed me back there with no hesitation, and I unfolded a 
blanket I had brought along, using it to wrap us together.  As we stretched out 
across the seat and resumed making out, our hands each went straight to the 
other's crotch.  I cradled her young pussy, feeling her heat as I traced its outline, 
and she stroked my aching dick, causing it to grow even harder.  We were both 
breathing pretty hard as we drank each other in.  Eventually, I moved my hand 
and slid it gently down CeeCee's shorts, finding her swelling pussy and gently 
slipping a finger between the lips.  This caused her to gasp, but not to stop. she 
only came at me more feverishly.  She was very tight at first, so I worked my 
finger into her a little at a time, all the while rubbing her young clit with the heel of 
my hand.  Gradually, her muscles relaxed, her juices began to flow, and she 
started to move her hips, helping me into her.  I was pleased to find that my 
finger slid all the way in before I reached the end of her pubescent love-hole, and 
I pictured my aching hard-on fitting in there soon!  For now, though, my goal was 
to excite her to a climax, so I gently thrust my finger in and out of her, the juices 
flowing freely now, while I used my palm to massage her mound and drive her 
toward the edge.  Her movements became bucking, and suddenly she arched 
her body against me, our kiss breaking off as she gasped and shuddered.  I kept 
on pleasuring her, wanting her first orgasm to be special, and she bucked and 
shuddered for what seemed like forever.  Finally, she collapsed into my arms, 
contentedly laying her head on my chest.  I held her gently, stroking her hair and 
the soft curves of her sweet behind.

Finally, she raised her head and kissed me.  "Thank you," she said.  "For what?"  
I asked, not sure what she meant.  "For taking me seriously," she replied.  "I was 
afraid you might not want me, and that would have hurt.  I've wanted you for a 
long time."  "You make it hard not to take you seriously," I said.  "You're a 
beautiful young woman, and you're hard to resist.  But how did you learn to come 
on to a man like that?"  "I've watched my mom bring guys home before.  They've 
both usually had too much to drink, and they paw at each other kind of sloppy.  
But I've seen enough to have an idea what turns a man on.  I'm glad it worked on 
you, it's the first time I've tried it," she said, and kissed me briefly.  "Are you 
ready for more?" I asked, my genitals aching with desire.  "Yes, but I don't want 
to have a baby," she cautioned.  Fortunately, I had had a vasectomy after our 
daughter was born, wanting only one child, and I told her this.  "Then whatever 
you want, I'm yours," she said, kissing me again.

Wanting to get my hands on all of her, I sat her up a little, took her shirt and 
tugged it up over her head and off, then slowly removed her bra.  Her young 
breasts popped into view, soft and sensuous, with fully-erect nipples.  I fondled 
them lovingly, as CeeCee began unbuttoning my shirt, then undoing my pants.  I 
had to help her pull them off, but then she took care of the underwear by herself, 
suddenly exposing my erect and aching dick.  She stroked it softly, which was 
almost more than I could take.  Then she kissed it, ever so gently. once on the 
shaft, and once on the head.  Finally, she looked me in the eyes, and leaned 
forward to kiss me on the lips.  "Take me," she murmured between kisses, "I 
think I'll be okay.  Just be gentle."

With that, I had no reason to wait any longer.  I slid CeeCee's shorts and panties 
down over her softly-rounded behind and off her pretty legs, then laid her out on 
top of me with my dick between her warm, young thighs.  We were kissing 
feverishly as I got between her pussy lips and began to enter her.  I went very 
slowly at first, but she was still really wet from before, and despite its tightness, 
her young pussy started to take me in.  The relief of finally feeling my dick going 
into her, coupled with the thought that this sexy little girl was only 11 years old, 
made me lose control and thrust a little harder and faster than I'd intended.  But 
she wanted me in all the way, and she pushed as hard as I did, despite having 
asked me to be gentle.  Very quickly, I was buried to the balls in her hot, tight 
pussy, and I took a moment just to hold her and feel the rush of being fully inside 
my virgin, pubescent lover!  The heat between us was incredible, and I ran my 
hands up and down her body, taking it all in.  The smell of her hair and the scent 
of her fully-awakened sex was all around me, and I started to pump in and out of 
her without even realizing it.  Her tightness made it excruciatingly pleasurable.  
CeeCee joined in, and her love juices flowed freely into my crotch, having 
nowhere else to go as I filled her.  Soon she was bucking again, slamming me 
deep into her body, heedless of her own caution.  I could feel the end of her 
love-hole (trusting that she'd let me know if something hurt), then the beginning 
of her climax as her vagina arched open, pulling me in even deeper.  We 
slammed together in mutual ecstasy as my long-pent-up come poured into her 
eager young body, her back arched and her face a mask of pleasure.

Afterward, we held each other for a long time, her tight young cunt gripping my 
dick, refusing to let my hard-on go away.  When she raised her head up and 
began to kiss me, we started pumping again, lazily at first, then more insistently, 
coming to a second climax in short order.  CeeCee's youth seemed to call up 
extra stamina I didn't know I had, and I think we may even have been able to 
make love a third time, if I hadn't been concerned that we should get her home.  
Getting dressed and back on the road, we talked about how we might be able to 
see each other.  "People won't understand," I told her.  "They'll think it's sick, and 
I could even go to jail."  "It's nobody's business but ours!" she said fiercely.  "I 
want to be with you as much as I can."  Which suited me just fine.  Sex with 
CeeCee had been some of the most natural and loving intimacy I had ever 
experienced.  I had no desire to let this be all there was.

So we devised several alternate plans.  I had a flexible enough job that I could 
be free to pick CeeCee up after school and take her home, instead of letting her 
ride the bus, so we tried that at first.  (Her mom didn't get home from work until 
about four, so she had no idea Ceese hadn't ridden the bus, as long as she was 
home by then.)  This was nice for some making-out and light petting, but we 
decided it was too bright out for back-seat fucking. we could be seen too easily, 
should someone happen along.  Besides, there wasn't enough time.  We quickly 
got frustrated with this, anxious to go all the way again.  CeeCee was on a junior 
sports team, so I suggested taking her home after practices twice a week, which 
would give us some darkness to use, at least until the days got longer.  But then 
an idea hit me with a flash -- the best possible thing was right under our noses:  
the sleepovers!  CeeCee could spend the night at the house, and nobody would 
have to know it wasn't to be with the girls!

I began to encourage my daughter to have them weekly again, maybe even both 
Friday and Saturday nights.  She thought I must have blown a fuse, but she was 
happy to take advantage of my new permissiveness.  CeeCee would come 
supposedly to spend time with her classmates, but after the lights were out, she 
could sneak out of her sleeping bag and secretly come to spend the rest of the 
night in bed with me.  The first time we tried this, I thought I'd explode from the 
anticipation, waiting in bed for her.  As she finally tiptoed in and slipped under 
the covers, we came into each other's arms and locked in a lovers' embrace, 
kissing deeply as we worked out of our pajamas.  As soon as we were both 
naked between the sheets, I quickly slid my throbbing dick deep into her tight 
young body, where it stayed for hours as we drifted from one orgasm to another.  
CeeCee was the most energetic lover I have ever had, and we satisfied each 
other completely, despite the fact that I was almost 20 years older.  

In the morning, once we heard the other girls starting to get around, Ceese 
tiptoed into the bathroom, then went out to join the others as if she'd just gotten 
up early.  Since she wasn't that close with any of them, they didn't question her 
much.  Our plan had worked, so we did it again the next weekend.  And the next.  
And both nights, a week later.  Each time, the days in between would build our 
desire to a fever pitch, and when we finally were able to lock together with me 
deep within her, we would gasp and shudder like it was the first time all over 
again.  Eventually, we experimented with oral sex, but neither of us went in for it 
too much. I was too big for her to take very far into her mouth, and while I 
enjoyed the taste and smell of her pussy, I enjoyed being tightly held inside it 
much more.  CeeCee agreed, and that's how we spent most of our nights 
together.

As the weeks turned into months, I began to worry about losing CeeCee 
someday. either her having to move away, or someone finding out and putting 
a stop to our affair.  She urged me not to worry about it, her childlike innocence 
convinced that we could go on like this forever.  Then, one day, the problem 
solved itself, although not in the most pleasant way.  Coming home from a bar 
one night, CeeCee's mom was in a terrible accident, leaving her in intensive 
care.  The cops had called the house, letting Ceese know, after which she called 
me, frantic and crying.  I gathered my daughter and raced to pick up CeeCee, 
taking us all to the hospital.  Her mother was slipping away, the injuries too 
traumatic to recover from.  With her last bit of energy, she asked to talk to me in 
private.  "I want CeeCee to live with you," she whispered.  "I know she loves you, 
she's told me everything.  It's okay.  And I can't think of anyone who would take 
better care of my little girl."  "Are you sure?" I asked her, my heart skipping beats.  
"There's nobody else.  My parents are gone, and I was an only child.  Get me 
something to write on, and find a notary.  Hurry!"  I did as she said, and suddenly 
it was a done deal.  We called CeeCee in from where she and my daughter had 
been comforting each other, and told her.  She smiled through her tears when 
she heard what was happening, but this was no time for us to be happy about it.  
Her mom said goodbye, and moments later she was gone.

So CeeCee came home to live with us that night.  I made up a bed in the spare 
room for her, figuring I'd decorate it for her at a later time.  (Of course, we both 
knew she wouldn't use it much, but we needed to keep up appearances for my 
daughter.)  Later that night, Ceese did crawl into bed with me, although for once 
we didn't have sex.  I simply held her while she cried.  

From that point on, it has been a blur of nightly lovemaking.  Each evening, the 
two girls go to bed in their separate rooms, and a half-hour later, CeeCee tiptoes 
into my room and slips under the covers.  You would think that it would get old, 
having each other every night, but each time is like the first, discovering each 
other's bodies all over again, the rush of heat as she takes me in, and the 
pounding fury of our mutual orgasm.  Over the coming few years, I am able to 
watch first-hand as her breasts blossom into sensuous pillows, her pubic hair 
comes in to adorn her maturing pussy, and she grows about six inches taller.  
Closer to my size, now, we find that oral sex is more enjoyable, and we begin to 
experiment with it again.  By fourteen, she has become an expert at making me 
come in her mouth, and I spend hours taking her from peak to peak with my 
tongue.  By the time she is sixteen, our lovemaking has acquired a lot of 
diversity, including anal entry. but our mutual favorite is still the old way, locked 
together with my dick deep inside her.  When she graduates high school at 18, I 
ask her to marry me.  She knows full well that with our age difference, I'll die well 
before her, but she happily accepts anyway, knowing that two people have never 
in the history of the world been more right for each other.  So our "official" life 
together begins, but each night with CeeCee is still like the first, when she was 
an innocent, sexy 11-year-old.


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