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 TITLE: Girl Scout Dad - 1

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, First Time
SUMMARY: Being a single dad of a girl scout does have its advantages.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
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story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   My name is Steve Hampton.  I'm 32 years old and have been a single dad
for the past eight years.  Our daughter Melody was only 5 when my wife
passed away, dying at a young age from cancer.

   My wife was really in to Girl Scouts.  She had Melody signed up for the
Girl Scout Daisies program when she was only 5.  She made me promise to
keep her in the Girl Scouts program up through high school.  I did that,
through the Brownies, the Juniors, and now finishing up three years of Girl
Scout Cadettes for the middle school ages.  Next year when she starts the
ninth grade she will graduate to the Girl Scout Seniors.

   One thing about attending all of my daughter Melody's Girl Scout
meetings, I met a lot of mothers.  You might be surprised at how many times
I had been propositioned.  Yet through it all I kept my distance.  If I
started something it might not turn out quite right.  Girl Scouts was for
my daughter.  I did not want to create an environment where I couldn't keep
taking her.

   Melody at 13 years old is in the eighth grade.  She is a 5 foot 1 inch,
90 pound live wire of a kid.  She loves everyone and makes friends easily.
I have encouraged her to look for the kids that seem to be the outcast and
befriend them, make them feel welcome and liked.

   Midway through Melody's eighth grade a new girl joined her Girl Scout
troop.  Her name was Sara.  Though she was in the eighth grade she seemed a
little older, a little bigger than the other girls.  I'm sure that
contributed to her shyness.  Also, there weren't many Hispanics in our
neighborhood, so I'm sure seeing a troop of mostly white girls didn't help
her.  But apparently this girl's parents wanted her in scouts.

   Melody made me proud, greeting Sara right from the start, sitting with
her through the meeting and even offering her a ride home at the end.

   "Oh I'm supposed to call my mom when it's over," Sara said.

   "Nonsense," Melody told her.  "We'll give you a ride home." And that's
what we did.  The girls rode in the back and talk quietly the whole way
home.

   When we got to her house, Melody walked her to her door and then hopped
in the front seat when she came back.

   "So how'd it go with Sara?" I asked.

   "Oh my God, Dad, she told me everything," Melody said.  "She wasn't
saying anything until I told her how you taught me to reach out to people.
She looked up at you and then it was like the dam broke."

   "She's 14, but in my grade, being held back a year.  She lives with her
mom.  Her dad is in prison for abusing her when she was 10.  It went on for
about 6 months before they caught him.  They were at the hospital visiting
her mom, sick at the time.  Sara's dad took her into the bathroom and raped
her again.  She just happened to pull the help-alarm cord.  A nurse came in
and caught him."

   Melody continued.  "She says she doesn't know how to deal with boys at
school.  She says she knows she shouldn't, but she feels more comfortable
with adults than kids her age.  She said the only reason she was telling me
all this is because for some reason she trusts us.  She likes me because
I'm nice to her and says she trusts you because of the look in your eyes
and the smile on your face.  Weird.  Plus she said that since you're my dad
you must be OK."

   I wanted to talk to Sara's mother but I never saw her drop Sara off at
the meetings So I called and talked to Sara's mother on the phone.  She
gave me permission to start picking Sara up and bringing her back home each
week for the Girl Scout meetings.  I got used to her sitting in the front
seat between my daughter and myself.  We have one of those older cars with
a bench front seat, though each side has a back that can be adjusted
separate from the other.  That works out well for trips where Melody wants
to lay back and sleep while I'm driving.

   Sara's black hair hung past her shoulders, generally covering her
breasts, which were probably B-cup size.  She had to be 5 foot 4 inches,
maybe 100 or 110 pounds.  She was darker than what I would have expected
for the daughter of Hispanics.  Her dark skin and brown eyes, set nicely in
her round face, making her a pretty girl to look at.  Over time I realized
I looked forward to our rides together.

   When the scouts would have activities I found that Sara would often hang
back and not really participate.  I talked to the scout master and she told
me she was aware of the home situation.  She was just glad that Sara came
and if I didn't mind, could I just watch out for her.  She could tell that
Sara felt safe around me.

   After a few weeks of giving her rides something happened when we dropped
her off.  We pulled into Sara's driveway and my daughter got out.  Sara,
who normally was right behind her, turned to me and said, "Thank you." Then
she kissed me full on the mouth.  It was a quick kiss, not a peck, a real
kiss.

   For the next several weeks, Sara kissed me every time we dropped her
off. My daughter never noticed or at least never mentioned it to me.

   One evening when the scout meeting was over Melody came to me.  "Dad,
would you mind if I rode home with Alice?  You could take Sara home and
I'll meet you later at the house.  Alice's parents want to take us out for
ice cream."

   "Sure, that'd be fine," I replied.

   Oddly, on the way home Sara sat in the middle, like she always did, even
though Melody wasn't there in the far right seat.  "You know Sara, you can
sit in the seat over there if you want more room."

   "I know," she replied.  "But if it's OK Mr Hampton, I'd like to stay
here.  You feel warm and I kind of like it.  Being close to you makes me
feel comfortable and safe."

   "Well thank you.  And that's fine honey," I assured her, "I've kind of
gotten used to you sitting right there.  I like it too."

   "Mr Hampton," she said as we approached her house.  "I want to thank you
for always being so nice to me."

   "Well Sara, you are an easy girl to be nice to," I explained.  "You
never cause any trouble and you are fun to be around.  Sometimes girls as
pretty as you tend to be a handful to take care of.  But not you." She
smiled when I told her she was pretty.

   By then we had arrived at her house.  As always I pulled into the
driveway.  They had one of those homes that you couldn't see any windows
when pulled all the way up in the driveway.  This meant that no one in the
house could see the people in the car either.  It was also pretty dark as
the nearest street light was halfway down the block.

   Sara unbuckled her seat belt.  Turning to me she lifted herself up
enough to kiss me on the lips like she had the last few times.  It was a
longer kiss this time.  I should have stopped her but she was just so
beautiful.  When she pulled away she looked into my eyes a moment, smiled,
and kissed me again like she normally did.  Then she was gone.  I sat there
until I heard her house door shut before driving back home.

   I had some troubling dreams that night about Sara, the kind I shouldn't
have had.  I found myself thinking about her during the day too, soon
realizing I was becoming obsessed with her, about being with her.  It was a
preposterous idea, a fantasy at best, but I couldn't seem to shake it.

   A couple of weeks later my daughter Melody pulled the same thing with
me, wanting to go home with her girlfriend Alice and have me take Sara home
alone.

   All I could think about as Sara and I drove home was when she gave me
that long kiss, the last time Melody wasn't with us.  Did I read too much
into that kiss?  What if she tried it again?  I've taken her home a couple
of times since then and she gave me her normal quick kiss just before
getting out of the car.  Of course my daughter was along so maybe that's
why.

   I decided to stop along the way and just talk to her about that long
kiss, to nip it in the bud right away if it meant something more.  There
was a park on the way to her house that I pulled into.  It was dark and no
one was around.

   "Why are we stopping here?" Sara asked.

   "I thought we could take a moment and talk," I told her, "before I take
you home."

   "OK, talk about what?" she asked me.

   "A couple of weeks ago or so, when I took you home by myself, you kissed
me, a real long kiss," I reminded her.  "It was very nice but I..."

   "You didn't like it?" she interrupted.

   "No.  I mean yes.  No, it's not that I didn't like it.  It was sweet, it
was more than seen, but that's not the point," I continued.  "I'm
worried...I mean I just don't think..."

   She interrupted me again but this time by kissing me on the mouth.  She
didn't pull away like she did last time.  Unfortunately I didn't push her
away either, like I should have.

   When she broke the kiss I tried saying, "Sara, we can't be doing..."

   She stopped me mid-sentence again by kissing me once more.  She slipped
her tongue into my mouth and I was lost, seduced by a beautiful 14-year-old
girl.  I found myself making out with her like I hadn't done with anyone
since my wife so many years ago.

   I reached down and undid both of our seat belts.  I somehow managed to
reach over and pull the seat lever that sent the right half of our bench
seat backwards, laying all the way flat.  A moment later we were stretched
out on that part of the seat making out like two teenage kids.  The problem
was that I was an adult and should never have been in that situation.

   Pushing both her shirt and bra up above her breasts, I took one of them
in my right hand and wrapped my lips around the other.  Sucking hard I felt
her nipples knot up tight between my lips as Sara groaned in pleasure.

   We were like two animals in heat.  I don't know how it happened but I
found myself on my back and Sara pulling my pants down to my knees.  The
next moment she took me in her mouth.  Now I'm not big, maybe six inches
hard, but she had all six in her mouth giving me a blow job like...well I
had never had a blow job before that moment.  It wouldn't have taken long
but she didn't take me to climax.

   Sara pulled her top and bra off.  She then pulled her pants down to her
knees.  With her knees bent, straddling my torso, and her hands pressed up
against the inside roof of the car for balance, she lowered herself down
onto my iron hard shaft.  I easily slid inside of her warm pussy.  Then for
the next five minutes Sara fucked me.

   Up and down she slid her body, nearly pulling off of me and then driving
her pussy down hard onto my cock, engulfing me completely.  I sucked on her
tits as best I could but finally just had to lay back and let her control
things.  She clearly knew what she was doing.

   Oh God she felt wonderful.  I hadn't fucked anyone since my wife over
eight years ago.  I didn't remember my wife being so tight, feeling so
fantastic.

   Sara finally spoke.  "Oh fucking God in heaven," she screamed as she
came.  Her pussy walls contracted around my cock like nothing I had every
felt.  "Oh Jesus Christ I'm cumming so hard." I don't know if it was her
spasming pussy around my cock or her language, but I climaxed immediately,
shooting my cum again and again up inside of her.  She fell down on top of
me, her whole body now spasming with yet another orgasm.

   We laid there for several minutes before either of us spoke.

   "Oh Sara, oh my dear Sara," I began.

   "Don't you say it," she jumped in.  "Don't you say one fucking bad word
about what we just did.  It was a beautiful thing and I don't regret a
moment of it.  So you better not either."

   "But Sara, I was wrong.  In fact I could go to prison for what we just
did," I told her.

   "Do you plan on telling someone?" she asked.

   "Well no, but if anyone ever found out," I began to explain.

   "I know what would happen," she shot back.  "My dad is in prison for
fucking me.  But he raped me.  What we just did, I chose you.  I wanted
you. I wanted this.  I've wanted to fuck you since that first night you
drove me home.  And I'm going to fuck you again, and again, again.  So get
used to it."

   I smiled at the thought.  "OK then.  Well we need to get you home before
your mom starts wondering where you are."

   When we parked in her driveway she started to get out, then as if
remembering something turned to me.  "Would you walk me to the door?"

   "Sure," I told her and did just that.

   She opened the door and called out, "Mom, Mom, are you there?" I didn't
hear an answer.  "Could you step in for a minute?" she asked.  I did and
she shut the door behind me.

   Flicking on the entry lights she saw a note on the entry table.  It
read, "Sara, had to work double shift.  Be home by midnight.  Love Mom." It
was 9 PM.

   Sara dropped the note, locked the front door and turned the entry lights
off.  Then wrapping her arms around my neck she pulled me down into a long
kiss.

   I don't remember much that happened between that kiss and say about ten
minutes later.  But my next memory was of myself nude on top of a likewise
nude Sara, thrusting my cock deep inside of Sara's pussy, fucking her fast
and hard.  I had cum not too long before this, in the park, so I was able
to fuck her for some time without cumming too quickly.  Sara on the other
hand was cumming often and not being quiet about it.

   The only light in the room came from a clock on the night stand next to
the bed.  It said 9:34 PM.  That was the time when I climaxed.  I had just
fucked Sara for half an hour straight.  I was now pumping load after load
of my cum deep into pussy.  I'm sure plenty of it made it into her womb, up
her canals, hunting for an egg to impregnate.

   I was a fool.  I should have used a condom.  But I never knew this was
going to happen.  I wasn't prepared.  I just knew that at that moment I
loved fucking Sara more than anything else in life.  I feared things would
look different in the morning but right then I was in heaven.

   I slid out of her onto my back.  The room was big enough that I knew we
must be in her mother's bed.

   "Slide down some on the bed," she instructed.  I did, enough that my
feet now dangled over the end of the bed.

   Sara straddled my head, dropping her pussy onto my mouth.  "Clean me up
please," she requested.  I lapped up her juices and my cum, bringing her to
yet another orgasm along the way.  She didn't move off my head for another
quarter hour.  Finally after two more orgasms she moved away.

   The cum and juices on my shaft were dried up by now though I was still
semi-hard.  Sara crawled down toward my legs until she had my member in her
mouth.  Gradually over the next 15 minutes she brought me back to
attention.

   "What should we do with this now?" she asked, holding my erect shaft in
her hand.

   "I think you were doing just fine," I told her, hoping she would go back
to giving me a blow job.  She did just that.  It took her another 15
minutes to make me cum but she finally got her reward as I filled her mouth
to over flowing with my cum.

   She got a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up, and herself.  We snuggled
then on the bed together.  "Wow, you are an incredible girl," I told her.

   "Thank you," she said smiling.

   "You seem to know so much about making love," I continued.

   "I know how to fuck, that's all," she corrected me.

   I turned her face to me, kissed her gently, and said, "Tonight with me,
we made love." She smiled and kissed me back."

   "I want to come to your house," she stated.  "I want us to make love
together in your bed, all night long."

   "My daughter, Melody, she can't know about us," I warned Sara.

   "Couldn't Sara go spend the night at Alice's or something?" Sara
suggested.

   "Yes, I guess she could," I agreed.

   We made love once more before I left and headed home.  I thought I was
obsessed before.  But from that night on all I could think about, sleeping
or awake, was Sara.

   The End (until Steve meets Sara's mother)