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With him was his daughter Becky, a 13-year old nubile beauty who became very friendly. While dad was laying carpet in the basement, Becky and I found some work of our own upstairs. (M/f-teen, ped) *** Becky was her name. She came to my house with her dad and another worker to quote on carpeting my basement. While she waited in their pickup, Bill – her dad – and Joe came in, measured, showed me some samples and talked about the job. We sat at the kitchen table. Bill and Joe sat with their backs toward the window, which looked out on the driveway where their pickup was parked. I sat on the other side and kept noticing the face of his daughter. It was a precocious face, definitely (I thought) the face of a little Lolita. Her dark short hair was kind of messy, but her eyes were really something – smoky. She had her legs up and resting on the dashboard and from what I could see they were the legs of a very attractive and nubile young girl. I guessed her to be about 13 or so. As Bill and I talked about the job and prices, I kept stealing glances at the girl. Every now and then she would glance my way and kind of smile. Once she even did a little wave. Friendly girl, I thought. I wondered just how friendly. Then I was struck by the realization that I was a 42 year old man lusting after a girl barely into her teens, maybe not even that old. I shuddered as a quick vision of outraged father and intensely serious police flitted through my brain. Still, my prick was definitely stirring in my pants. Pretty soon Bill and I concluded our talk. I had picked out a sample and he had quoted me a fair price. We arranged for him and Joe to come back to do the work the following Tuesday evening. Bill asked if it would be alright for his daughter to come along, as he had custody of her and didn't want to leave her at home alone. I said that would be okay, thinking to myself it would be more than okay with me. My mind began to fantasize about the possibilities, although I didn't really think anything could happen with her dad and Joe right there. Had I known how wrong I was, I would have creamed my pants right then and there. Tuesday came and so did Bill, Joe and Becky. I turned on the lights in the basement for them, showed them where the john was down there and the fridge where I kept beer and sodas and told them they were welcome to help themselves. Becky asked for a soda and Bill told her to go upstairs out of their way. I said I'd get out of their way, too but that they should call me if they needed anything. I headed up the stairs and glanced up to see Becky's very cute little butt in her short blue-jean cut-offs. I thought I caught a glimpse of white panties through the leg holes. Then Bill and Joe proceeded to bring in the carpet and padding and their tools and soon I could hear them working away; it would take them some time to do eight rooms. I turned on the TV for Becky and me to watch. Becky moved around the living room examining everything on my shelves, sometimes stooping and bending, often turning toward me with a question about one of my souvenirs. Her youthful nubile beauty were turning me on and again I noticed my dick getting hard watching her as she displayed her body to me. Her cut-off jeans were pretty wide in the legs, and I often could see right inside them. She was definitely wearing white panties. I was mature enough to realize she knew – or at least thought – that I was interested in her. Most young girls know. Once I even caught her checking out my pants, which were tenting pretty good, now. I had crashed on the couch, and pretty soon she sat beside me. She looked at me kind of funny and questioning, then looked directly at the hard-on that had grown in my pants and then back at me again. As she did, she moved around on the couch so that she was leaning back on the armrest, her legs doubled up and her feet resting on the couch. She relaxed her legs, spreading them slightly and I got a clear shot of her crotch and the tender girl flesh that disappeared into those cut-offs and white panties. My dick got harder still and I no longer tried to hide it. In fact, I pushed it out somewhat, making it appear larger. There was no mistaking it: this was a man's hard-on. All this time, we were talking about one thing and another as the TV played in the background. The subject of boy friends and girl friends came up and that led to us skirting around the subject of sex, humorously at first, then a little more seriously. Becky seemed to know a thing or two about sex and her language showed a familiarity with the vocabulary of sex. After a little of this, I excused myself, saying I had to go to the bathroom. I didn't really need to, but I wanted an excuse to leave my fly open, as if I had forgotten to zip up. I gave my hard aching cock a few strokes then returned and took my place on the couch. Almost immediately I noticed her eyes drop to my tented pants again, and she smiled as she saw my fly open. "Forget something?" she asked. "What?" I replied. "Did someone forget to zip up?" she asked, barely hiding a giggle. I looked down to my pants and chuckled as I zipped up about half way, then gave my dick a hard squeeze and let out a, "Ummmmmm." "Is it really hard," she asked. "Did I do that? Have you been having thoughts about me?" "God yes," I said. "And, it's so hard it hurts. Have you ever seen a guy's hard-on before?" I was afraid the question might scare her off, but couldn't resist. "Yeah, I have," she said, smiling at me. "I've seen my uncle's thing lots of times." My dick gave a jump at the thought that she might be fucking her uncle, or at least had played with him. "So, what did you and your uncle do," I asked, holding my breath. "We kind of, you know, fool around. Once he licked me, you know, down there." As she said this, she spread her legs further apart and cupped her crotch with her hand. "And other times we did other things," she added. "Boy, would I ever like to do that – lick you down there. Would you let me?" I asked. "Sure, if you want to. I really like that." I moved over close to her and leaned in to kiss her. She didn't back away, and soon I was kissing this 13 year-old piece of sugar and spice. Her uncle must have taught her well, for she didn't hesitate to use her tongue and accept mine as I probed inside her mouth. My hands were wandering all over her small, youthful breasts and flat tan stomach. Then I stepped back, sliding her cut-offs down over her hips, revealing those small white panties. I dropped to the floor on my knees, spread her legs apart and lowered my face to her thighs. I planted wet kisses all up and down her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pantied crotch. Young Becky was getting wet between her thighs, and I could smell the fragrance of a young girl's sex – that sweet, innocent scent that only lasts for a couple of years. It drove me crazy, and I planted a big wet kiss right on her crotch through her panties, slipping my finger inside one of the legs and stroking her pussy lips. I felt no hair, only smooth girl pussy flesh. She was moaning softly, "Yes, yes, yes…". I was crazy to get to her bare pussy, but I was very nervous about removing clothing with her dad just downstairs. But the sounds of Bill and Joe talking and working obviously indicated they were working away. So I pulled down the top of her panties so I could lick her young pussy without undressing her. It wasn't enough, so I finally just pulled them all the way off her, spread her legs, took one of her hard little buns in each hand and lifted her pussy to my mouth. I began blowing hot breath on her, eliciting soft sighs. Then my tongue sought her clit, and she jumped a little as I found it and began stroking it with my wet, raspy tongue. She was moving for me, squirming around in my hands. My fingers on her butt cheeks were extending into her butt crack, opening and closing her butt as I licked and probed her with passion. She was getting wetter and wetter. I was getting harder and harder. Soon, her breathing became harder and faster, her butt was squirming faster and faster and I could sense she was going to cum for me, cum on my face. I was right. In only a few minutes, she arched her back, grasped my head in both hands and pulled her pussy into my face and started moaning, "Oooh, oooh, ooooh, yesss." Then she collapsed back into my hands. I kissed her little pouty pussy a few more times, then raised up, wiping my face which was wet from her sweet young juices. As I stood, I dropped my pants and shorts, took my cock in my hand and stroked it a few times. Then I leaned over her and rubbed the head up and down her soaked slit. I whispered to her, "Becky, have you ever been fucked?" Still breathing hard, she answered, "Yeah, my uncle did it to me three or four times. And one of the neighbor boys did me a few times, too." Her eyes opened and focused on my cock, straining in my hand. "But," she said, "I've never had anyone do it to me with a thing as big as yours. I'm not sure I could take it." I had never thought of myself as large, measuring only seven inches. But I guess to a young girl, that looks monstrous. And, I was a little thicker than most guys I'd seen in the showers. "Let me try," I urged, "and I'll make sure not to hurt you. I've already got you all wet and soft, and I think he'll fit in you if I take it slow and easy. Is it okay if I try?" I pleaded. "Ummm, okay. Just be easy, okay?" With that I again rubbed the head of my dick up and down her wet slit. My dick was so wet with precum and it made her even slippier. It only took a little gentle pressure to get the head inside her opening. I could feel how tight and very hot she was, but also that her young cunt was elastic and very very wet. So I pushed a little further, then backed out, then in a little further still, repeating the in and out stroking. On each stoke I gained a little more entrance up her delicious teen-age pussy canal. Finally, the pleasure was just too much and I just had to push all the way inside her, bury myself up inside her young slim body. As I did so, I groaned with pleasure and she let out a little yelp and then a relieved, "Ahhhhhhh," for a minute or so I just held him there, throbbing deep inside her. My hands found her butt cheeks again, and I pulled her to me while I kissed her furiously. She returned my kisses just as passionately. Then I began to withdraw, letting the flange of my glans scrape the sides of her pussy, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside her. Then I pushed in again, faster than I had withdrawn until my pubic hair was tight against her hairless young slit and my heavy balls pressed against her cute butt. Then the rhythm began, in and out, around and around, as I fucked her and she fucked back. She was born for fucking, moving wonderfully. I'd fuck her slow and fast for a while then hold still and she took over, circling her little butt and sliding her grasping teen pussy up and down and around and around on my hard hot shaft. I could feel every centimeter of movement, her pussy lips gripped me so tight. She was sucking the cum right out of me. I held back as long as I could, then whispered in her ear, "I'm going to cum inside you now, Becky. Try to cum with me." At the same time, I slipped one finger of each hand right into the middle of her butt crack and pressed on her rosebud. She bucked, pulled me tighter to her and moaned, and almost immediately came on my dick. I could feel the heat of her wetness surround my shaft and that brought my own searing hot cream right up out of my balls and into her belly in long, hot, painfully pleasurable jets, thick and white. We lay hugging each other for some time before my dick shrank enough to slide out of her. Then, both of us aware that her dad could come up out of the basement at any time, we quickly went into the bathroom and cleaned each other up. We dressed and, still kissing and hugging, sat back down to watch TV and look normal. As we talked, I learned that she was indeed 13, almost 14. That she liked older guys like me, but really liked me better than anyone she'd met, even her uncle. She wanted to have sex with me again and again, she said. Although afraid of being caught, I thought she was so delightful that I'd take almost any chance to fuck her at least one or two more times. She gave me her phone number and told me where she lived. She also told me where she walked to and from school, and where would be a good place to meet her if I wanted to. Becky and I did fuck again, in fact we fucked until she finally moved away at 19 and I lost track of her. She was one of the most delightful, beautiful and sweet girls I ever knew and enjoyed. We were careful and no one every discovered our relationship. I often wonder if she's found anyone she likes as well as she did me. I suspect she did. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 35