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Old Fart's Second Chance - 2
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)

***

An older man befriends a young mother and her daughter 
to the great pleasure of them all. In this chapter, 
twelve year old Millie learns by watching her mom with 
Sam. (MFg, ped, voy, rom)

***


Twelve year old Millie arrived for breakfast about ten 
minutes after her mother had called her. She must have 
run all the way from their apartment. But she 
disappeared soon after she arrived. That was unusual, 
she was usually starving at breakfast. Her mom called 
and then I did. When she did not come, I went to look 
for her while her Jenny pored us another cup of coffee. 

I found Millie in my bedroom, looking at the sheets and 
touching a couple of the wet stains on the bed. She 
even bent down and sniffed at one. I had used one of my 
t-shirts to wipe Jenny's pussy before she headed to the 
shower. It had been flowing freely with my cum and her 
juices. Millie jumped, when I went into the bedroom and 
walked past her, retrieved the t-shirt, opened it to a 
very visible, shiny puddle of mixed juices and handed 
it to her before leaving the room. Forever more, Millie 
will know the smells of sex.

Millie finally settled at the table and Jenny excused 
herself to go to the bathroom. Millie's and my eyes met 
for a few moments. She shyly looked down. I went and 
stood behind her chair, bent down and very close to her 
ear, I quietly asked, "Did you put some of my cum on 
your pussy, when you rubbed her?"

After a long pause, she gave me a breathless, "Yes."

"Could you smell your mother and me mixed together?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Did you have a good orgasm?"

"Yes."

"Did you taste my cum?"

I didn't think she would answer that but she did, 
"Yes."

"That was one of the things that you said you would not 
do. But you got turned on and did it. Now I will tell 
you. My fetish is that I am a very oral man. I find 
great delight in kissing and licking a woman's body and 
pussy until she cums. I love to taste and drink the 
juices flowing from her body."

I was thinking about how "Vampire like" my comment was 
while I watched Millie fidget in her chair. She wanted 
to touch herself again but just then her mother 
returned.

"What are you two whispering about?"

"We were discussing how wonderful it is that Millie 
doesn't have to go to summer school and I was asking 
her what she was going to do all summer."

"Good question. She cannot stay home all day while I'm 
going to school."

Millie was recovering. She discretely pulled her soaked 
panties out of her crotch and settled more comfortably 
into the chair. Mom did not notice.

"How about it Millie? What do you want to do all 
summer?"

"I would like to work and make a little money but I'm 
too young to work officially. Camps are expensive. I 
haven't come up with many ideas."

"I always have a lot of work around here that needs to 
be done – yard work, washing the cars, filing, office 
work, cleaning, taking care of the animals. Maybe we 
could work out a schedule and you could work for me a 
couple of hours each day."

"Really. Oh that would be just wonderful."

"I said maybe. Your mom has to agree."

Jenny had gone quiet on us. She was thinking. "Millie 
and I can talk about it some."

I thought Millie and Jenny would hang out all day. The 
early June Saturday morning was warm and beautiful. 
However, Jenny had another agenda. They both left 
before noon to go home and then shopping.

I had been so pleased with our time together; I just 
knew Jenny was pleased with me. But she did not call or 
stop by. She was distant and evasive when I called over 
the next few days. I decided to break the impasse. I 
called when I knew she would have time to talk, during 
her breakfast.

"Jenny. You've been avoiding me. Something must be 
wrong."

"Nothing is wrong. Just busy."

"Tell me the truth. Did you have second thoughts after 
our evening together?"

"I felt very awkward about Millie quizzing me and 
knowing what we had been doing. I also felt strange 
about Millie's openness with you."

"Jenny, I thoroughly enjoy your company, friendship and 
conversation. I hope we can continue our dinners and 
things. I don't mean the sex. That was very good but 
I'll understand if it were just a one-time situation. I 
won't be as frank with Millie. I sense there is 
something else bothering you?"

"Jim, I don't want to cut you off but I have to get to 
school. It's registration day for summer school."

Two hours later Millie rang my doorbell.

"Come on in, Millie. Did your mom already leave for 
school?"

"Yea, she did. I was bored and thought you might want 
some company."

"Well, yes, I do, but I don't want to do things your 
mother does not approve of."

"She has been weird. She liked her time with you but 
won't talk about it. She won't talk about anything and 
she is getting really stressed about the future and her 
school again. When she gets like that she bosses me 
around all day and expects me to sit at home."

"Let's have a little lunch and visit."

Two ham and cheese croissants later Millie, reluctantly 
headed back home, adding on the way out, "I would 
rather go swimming and talk to you." 

"Don't worry Little One, we'll get to the bottom of 
what is wrong. Everything will work out and be ok."

It was late evening, I was holed up in my office typing 
away and making great progress, when an angry, winded 
Millie barged into my office and plopped down on the 
couch, stern-jawed and arms folded. Tears were rolling 
down her face. I wondered how she got into the house 
but tabled that thought, "What is wrong Millie?"

"Mom and I just had a big fight. I ran all the way 
here."

I went to the kitchen and called Jenny. "Millie is over 
here. Don't worry. Why don't you come over? I'm sure we 
can work through the problem." She was crying too.

"Jenny, please tell me what the problem is."

"I don't think that is a good idea."

"Suit yourself. I would like to help or at least 
listen. I'll bring Millie home in a while."

The doorbell rang in about ten minutes. Jenny had 
decided to join us. "Come on you two. I need one of my 
two favorite females to tell me what is going on."

"Mom says we have to move but we don't have enough 
money for her to go to school, pay on dad's old debts 
and have an apartment. She doesn't know how we are 
going to make it and is afraid and stressed out all the 
time." 

Millie had told me lots of details about her meth-
addicted, often-abusive father, bad credit and the 
horrible fights her parents used to have. She had even 
told me that her mom did not like sex when she was with 
her dad. But I was not prepared when Jenny started 
sobbing and started apologizing to both Millie and me 
through her tear stained face and red eyes. She was 
near breakdown.

I poured two glasses of wine down Jenny while Millie 
kept saying, "Mom doesn't drink."

"Jenny, if it will help, you and Millie can move into 
this big house until you get everything sorted out."

Millie lit up again but Jenny looked like I had slapped 
her in the face. She glared at me and said, "Sam, I 
can't live here and be your "paid for" plaything in 
front of my daughter. I feel dirty to hear you even 
suggest such a thing."

"Whoa Jenny. If I needed a "paid for plaything," I'd 
already have one or two. Can't you tell that money is 
not a problem here? You and I had one evening together 
and something has been bothering you ever since. I was 
dumb enough to think you really enjoyed yourself. That 
evening must have messed things up. I though my offer 
could help you and Millie. Now, you insult me. What I 
offered is because I consider you a friend, not because 
I am a pathetic old man who needs to buy himself a 
cheap hooker."

Millie gasped. I was angry, "Don't play "little girl" 
with me Millie. We've been through that."

No one spoke for a while. Jenny broke the pregnant 
silence, "Sam, I'm sorry. I did enjoy our time together 
but it frightened and confused me. It will be best if 
Millie and I find a place of our own."

Millie started to cry. The Jenny started. They were 
both exhausted.

"We can't go home mom, dad will cause more trouble."

"Enough, both of you! You will stay in the downstairs 
guest room tonight." I fixed them a snack, got 
toiletries together for them and left mom and daughter 
to crash, away from the fear of "dad" coming over. I 
did what I always do in a crisis. I escaped into work, 
so my mind would be too busy to try to make sense out 
of what I did not understand.

A little after midnight Jenny came to my office.

"Is Millie asleep?"

"Yes, finally."

"But mom can't do the same?"

"No. Mom has problems."

"You mean what we talked about tonight?"

"Not just that. The other night really scared me."

"I'm sorry. I did not notice that you were frightened."

"No, don't be sorry. While everything was happening it 
was wild and fantastic, but since then it seems wrong."

"I understand. I'm too old for you, not part of your 
world and way too open minded."

"I was out of control. I've never had thoughts like 
that. I never climaxed like that. It scared me."

"Your body is made to soar even higher and enjoy even 
more pleasure. Are you afraid to let it lead? Afraid 
you will not come back? Afraid you will loose your mind 
or soul? What is the fear?"

"I guess, I'm afraid it is wrong? I loved doing what 
you told me. I loved being spanked. I loved cumming 
until I passed out and waking up in your bed and you 
making me stay and please you. I even enjoyed you 
putting your finger in my backside. All of that has to 
be wrong."

"None of it was wrong, unless you decide it is wrong 
for you. Please, don't teach such nonsense to Millie. 
Let her discover what beauty is possible."

"I'm afraid of you but you excite me."

"I would never hurt you, Jenny. I just try to take you 
where your body tells me. Let's buy us all some time. 
You and Millie remain here. You do not have to ever be 
with me again. I do not expect it. We'll set up a 
schedule of chores but I want you to continue school 
full time and not have a second job. I will restrict my 
conversations with Millie, if that is what you think is 
right.

"But I won't make any money."

"I'll pay you and Millie for keeping the house and 
helping me. I'll take a tax write off for the money I 
give you. I'll stay busy writing like I should."

"Is that what you do to make money? Write? My 
girlfriend says you are a regular at the strip club and 
play a good game of pool?"

"Yes, Yes and Yes. Who is your girlfriend?"

"She dances with the name of Kim."

"Kim, real name Karla. Hot, pretty little redheaded 
contortionist with a shaved pussy and way too many sex 
partners."

"I didn't know she was shaved and a contortionist."

"Yea, she is so flexible, it gives me way too many 
possibilities to think about."

Jenny punched me in the arm and smiled for the first 
time today.

"You go on to bed tonight. Get some rest and we'll talk 
a lot tomorrow. Just take a few days to make your 
decision."

Well we did not have such a talk. Mom and daughter 
converted two bedrooms and a bathroom into their suite 
– a bedroom, a living room separated by the bath. Jenny 
just fell back into the studying a lot routine and took 
a more active role in grocery shopping and managing the 
house. Millie fed the koi, took care of the two cats, 
cleaned the pool (sort of), helped her mom clean the 
house and even cooked some. I caught up on my writing. 
Truthfully, I was quiet and unassuming, letting Jenny 
and Millie feel safe. It was the greatest gift I could 
give them.

One Friday night I had to attend an awards dinner. I 
did not ask Jenny. Instead, I called a beautiful female 
escort who had also been the eye candy on my arm at 
several academic functions. We stopped by my house for 
a drink before I took her home. Jenny and Millie did 
not like it at all. Jenny was in sweats playing some 
board game with Millie when my beautifully dressed, 
well made up and manicured date whirled in and showed 
off. She even let it be known that she had stayed over 
before but tonight had to rush home. I figured I would 
hear more about this later, but I did not.

I was slowly developing a theory about Jenny's 
sexuality and had a strong desire to test my opinion.

One evening I took down the picture that had excited 
Jenny and replaced it with another Sorayama - a 
beautiful clothed woman gagged and chained to a grid of 
pipes. The picture was in black and white but the 
beautiful image's skin glistened in the light. 

"Jenny, please come in and tell me what you think about 
the picture change I made."

Jenny came half way into the room and immediately 
looked for "her picture." Millie stood just outside the 
door, listening.

"I don't like it. How horrible she has been tied to the 
rack and left alone."

I dimmed the lights so only a spot was on the picture. 
In my best sexy voice, I answered her, "No, Jenny, she 
is not alone. For a while she was blindfolded and 
allowed to think of all the pleasures that were in 
store if she pleased her master. Now, he is just out of 
the picture holding a vibrator. He touches her clit 
with its little knob until she is almost there; he 
moves it and reminds her that she cannot cum until he 
gives her permission. Four, five times that happens. He 
changes to an "electric wand" and lets it spark across 
her stomach, thighs, and nipples. She is withering, 
loving the pain and it is driving her to higher and 
higher levels of excitement. 

"Again the vibrator, again the wand. This time he 
barely touches the wand to her clothed clit and she 
screams in mixed feelings but it is gone before she can 
decide which was pain and which was pleasure. Later he 
will strip her and tease her with his fingers, his 
tongue and the vibrator. She will beg him, and beg him 
again to let her cum. Finally, he will not move the 
vibrator away, will push two fingers into her and press 
her g-spot. She will sweat and struggle against her 
rattling chains trying not to cum, trying to please her 
Master. From miles away she will barely hear, "You are 
beautiful and desirable, cum for me." 

First her body will tighten, her pussy will flow, then 
a blood curdling scream will escape her lips and she 
will cum and keep cumming until her body is exhausted 
and she drops down held only by the bars and her 
chains. She will barely know that he is gently 
unchaining her. Gently, taking her to his bed. Gently, 
caressing the marks the bars made on her beautiful 
body. He will lick her, taste her, and say, "Open your 
body to me. Give yourself to me. Surrender every cell 
to my strength and cum again when I tell you that I am 
going to fill your belly."

Jenny had closed her eyes, she took in every word, 
shuddered and sank down heavily, relaxed onto the cold 
leather sofa. 

"Damn, you did it again and didn't even touch me."

"No, you did it. I just told you a story."

"Still..."

"Hush now. Take off your top and bra for me."

"What?"

"Do it for me."

Her eyes locked on mine, never blinking, as she removed 
her top and her bra.

"Lift your breasts and offer your nipples to my tongue. 
I want to taste and kiss them."

She had no thoughts of resisting. Her breasts did not 
need her support but she lifted them and pointed them 
toward my face.

"For now, close your eyes. Lean back and feel the cold 
leather on your skin."

I opened her legs and knelt between her thighs. The 
wonderful scent of her skin filled my nose as I leaned 
forward and closed my mouth over her left nipple and 
sucked gently. I was there only briefly before I pulled 
back, allowing my tongue to lick all around it. I wet 
my thumb and finger, rolled that nipple and then 
taunted the other.

"Maybe I'll be mean to the right one and not kiss it 
today. Maybe tomorrow she will seek me out and you will 
ask me to "Please, kiss the other one."

"Please, don't be mean. Kiss the other one now."

"I will kiss it better than it has ever been kissed, 
but only if you remove your shorts and panties."

"I haven't bathed since..."

"You have so many reasons not to do what I ask. So many 
not to surrender your body to pleasure. I know where 
you have been and when you bathed. Do what I told you."

She kept her eyes closed and wiggled out of her shorts 
and panties. They caught on her shoes. I pushed her 
back on to the leather and removed her shoes and 
bunched clothing. She was now totally nude, but not 
with me yet.

"Open your legs wider for me."

"Reach down with your hands and open the lips of your 
pussy for me. I want to look at you."

I took my shirt off as she did what she was told. Heat 
rose from her skin as it redden from her blush. Now she 
wanted to please me. Now she wanted to submit. As I 
leaned forward again the hairs on my chest tickled into 
her spread, wet and swollen pussy. I kissed and sucked 
the nipple that was ignored then held each nipple 
firmly between my thumbs and forefingers. I began to 
work slowly down her body, kissing and tasting. When I 
heard the first low moan I squeezed her nipples harder 
than she expected. She inhaled sharply and then moaned 
again. Louder this time.

The taste of her skin above her ovaries made my head 
swim; my tongue pushing into her navel made me dream of 
where it would be in just a few minutes. I nuzzled all 
around her puffy open mound. Oh, how I wanted the 
little drop that was clinging to the bottom of her 
opening. I denied myself and slipped my right middle 
finger smoothly into her and gently pressed, stroking 
her g-spot and forcing her clit to point toward my 
lips. Jenny wanted to help. She had told me that her ex 
was not into oral sex and that she had never climaxed 
that way. Now her hips tipped upward in anticipation 
that I would kiss between her legs. She was so very 
right.

I slipped my left hand under her, cupping and squeezing 
her ass cheek while pulling her up even more. Between 
her efforts and mine, she was firmly in position when I 
licked from my finger up to her clit. She gasped but by 
then I was sucking first one lip and then the other. I 
flicked across her clit again and she tried to rise 
higher. I licked several times and then set up a gentle 
sucking in time with the gentle thrust of my finger 
inside her. Her hands left her pussy and settled on 
each side of my head. Holding me there. Not pulling, 
just making sure I would not move away.

During our one time together, I had felt her cunt tug 
at my cock and spew juices out around it. Now I could 
feel it beginning to suck at my finger. I was wishing 
with all my might that she would spritz my taste buds 
with the juices of her womb.

She brought her feet up to the edge of the couch and 
let her knees roll open as wide as her young limber 
hips would allow. There was now a lot more open, red 
lip to lick, suck and taste. Her hips were moving on 
their own now, delicately thrusting onto my finger and 
pressing into my mouth. I moved to kiss the crease at 
the very top of her leg but she pulled me back to suck 
at her clit. I did. A little rougher now. Her breathing 
was becoming ragged, letting me know I was getting 
closer to my goal.

I let my thumb slip down to her rosebud. It pressed at 
the tight little opening in time with the thrust of my 
finger into her. I was watching her face now. It was 
starting to contort in its struggle toward climax and 
her hips were thrusting harder, impatient with my too 
gentle progress.

A slight moan rolled from deep inside her and I was 
rewarded with a tiny flow onto my tongue. It was 
maddening. I wanted more and my practiced control was 
slipping. Hungrily, I went at her clit and used my 
finger to increase the pressure inside her. I needed 
another finger. It went in smoothly. So did the third.

"Please, don't stop, Sam. Suck me. Fuck me harder."

Her wish was my command. Her thrusts were beyond my 
control now. Her pubic bone crashed painfully into my 
lips. I would make her pay for that.

"If you cum before I give you permission, I will punish 
you." 

She was panting in time with her thrusts and my fingers 
pushing into her. Her cunt tightened again. She spoke 
in time and I tried to keep her from speeding away from 
my control.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes!"

I had never heard a curse word from her, but I knew she 
was there when she screamed, "God Damn."

Juice flowed from her and I drank. My cock was rock 
hard, uncomfortable twisted around in my pants and 
running with pre-cum.

Too quickly she wanted to push me away. I put both my 
hands on her ass and held her to my mouth. "Don't fight 
me, Jenny. You are not done."

She was tender. I knew because she curled up around my 
head but quit trying to push me away. She was going to 
endure this pain for me. But the pain quickly moved 
into another orgasm. Her legs clamped hard around my 
head cupping my ears. Still I could hear the stream of 
profanity flow from her.

"God Damn you. Suck my cunt and make me cum again. Suck 
me you son of a bitch. Lick me."

She was sopping wet from her belly button to all across 
her ass. I could slide her easily over the wet leather. 
She was struggling to cum again. Her pussy and clit 
were tender, distracting her. I quit sucking for just a 
second, lined up my right index finger on her asshole 
and then sucked hard and pushed at the same time. Her 
scream was loud and clear even with her thighs on my 
ears. She bucked and squirted. Feeding me from her body 
for a few seconds before she scrambled insanely to push 
me away from between her legs.

I let her seemingly win when I rose up, kneeling 
between her legs. I needed another few inches in 
height, so I reached for a pillow as I unbuckled my 
pants, pushed them down and knelt on the pillow. Her 
eyes flew open for the first time in thirty minutes 
when I pushed forward. She was wide enough finger deep, 
but I drove past that, stretching her quickly, adding 
just enough new pain to put her near orgasm again. 

"I'm going to go deeper into you Jenny. I'm going to 
put the tip of my dick at the mouth of your cervix and 
pump it full of my cum."

"Yes, dammit, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me full."

The little bitch sat up as if to hug me but she bit me 
hard in the shoulder. I slammed her down and thrust as 
deep as I could, feeling the inter lips of her cervix 
stretch across the head of my cock just as the first 
spurt launched out. I pounded her as hard as I could to 
repay her for the pain in my shoulder. Her body easily 
took all I could give and seemed to want more. Three, 
four, five more spurts. More than I usually could do. 
My muscles hurt but I continued to slap into her trying 
to fill her belly.

We both collapsed on the same breath. My heart was 
pumping so rapidly I could hardly feel the beats but 
still her heart followed me in perfect rapid time 
together. Her cunt was nursing my softening cock. I was 
sensitive now, but the feeling was too good to react to 
the pain.

Her body began to relax and release its suction on my 
shaft. Slowly, I softened and slipped out of her and 
felt our cum run out, onto my cock and then drip onto 
my pants and then the floor.

More minutes passed.

"Jenny, I know I'm much older than you but I love 
making love with you. I like you with me. I'm driven 
wild by your taste and today, you completed the package 
by surrendering to me."

"I've never cum like I do with you. I trust you. You 
have done so much for Millie and me."

The last line struck me wrong. "Nothing I did was done 
to make you beholding to me or make you feel you have 
to have sex with me."

"I know that. I didn't mean it that way."

"Jenny, please do not be afraid of me or the pleasure 
your own body can give you. It was made to experience 
great pleasure. I will not hurt you. You can surrender 
to me, trust me and do exactly as I tell you. We'll 
have no more of those crazy thoughts about what is 
right or wrong. Agreed?"

"Yes."

"You came without my permission tonight. You know you 
will have to be punished for that?"

"Yes."

"You have no say. It will happen, as I want it. Do you 
agree?"

"Yes."

"Lean forward. Suck my wet cock. Taste our combined 
juices and make me hard again."

I stood in front of Jenny. She gently held one of my 
balls in each of her hands and sucked my flaccid cock 
into her mouth like a string of spaghetti. My senses 
were instantly overloaded. My cock was very sensitive. 
Would she squeeze my balls? Would she gag when I pushed 
into her lips and let my dick grow down her throat? 
Millie was still watching.

Within a minute I was rock hard and pushed forward. 
Just my helmet slipped into Jenny's throat but she did 
not gag. When I sensed that she needed air and I pulled 
back just enough. Again. Then again. She held her 
position, not pulling back but letting me control 
whether she breathed or not.

We were both wet enough that I could try her 
punishment. "Stand up Jenny."

As she did, I sat down in the middle of the couch and 
pulled her across my lap. She pushed her ass up at me 
and cupped my balls in her right hand. A mutual trust 
pact.

My right hand came down hard on her right ass cheek. 
She jumped and tightened only slightly on my balls. 
Again and again I abused her ass. First one cheek and 
then the other. When they were bright red, I could feel 
her panting and hear what sounded like a little sob. I 
rubbed her hot cheeks, parted them and stroked her rose 
bud lightly with my fingertips. Her ass tightened and I 
slapped her butt harder than I had before. Her fingers 
did not tighten on my balls but she gasped in surprise 
and unclenched her ass.

I went back to spreading her and rubbing her little 
puckered tight hole. There was wetness everywhere to 
steal for lubrication. My index finger slipped easily 
to the second knuckle. She pushed back, not resisting. 
I added another finger and she tried to relax more, not 
sure what she could take. When her hole opened I worked 
her slowly until she was taking both fingers easily to 
the hilt and she was again pushing back.

"Stand and lean forward."

I could see her questioning look as she got off me and 
my fingers slipped out of her clutching hole.

As she leaned forward I spread her cheeks again and 
brought my tongue to her slightly open hole. I licked. 
It tightened. She gasped in surprise. I licked again 
and pushed my tongue inside her. She relaxed and 
nestled back into my lips. Jenny caught on fast and 
knew what she liked. She leaned more forward; her hands 
grasped her own ankles. I licked, blew gently and 
sucked. She groaned.

"Get me very wet Jenny."

She turned and was slobbering all over my cock before 
she realized what was going to happen. There was only a 
momentary pause. Her hands rolled my balls again. I was 
throbbing in her mouth and she took me deep again, 
reminding me of her surrender.

"Stand and turn away from me."

She was resigned to her fate. My cock streamed with her 
thick saliva.

"Now sit down slowly."

I guided my cock's head. She hesitated when it touched 
her partially relaxed sphincter.

I pulled at her hips and she brought some of her weight 
backwards, embedding the thickest part of my cock and 
inch inside her ass. Jenny started to pull away but I 
pulled and another inch slipped into her virgin ass.

"Push back Jenny."

Her push was more deliberate and slowly two more inches 
slipped deliciously into her body. Our sighs were in 
unison.

Within another minute Jenny settled all of her weight 
onto me, leaned forward, spread her cheeks wide and 
settled down again taking every millimeter of me into 
her hot ass. We both savored the feeling of her body 
stretching and getting accustomed to being filled.

"I am going to move inside of you. Rub your clit but 
remember not to cum unless I give you permission."

I fucked up into her, rocking her weight and feeling 
her tight sheath slip up and down the sensitive ridge 
of my cock. I was almost insane when I realized she was 
getting close and her eyes were shut tight.

"Not yet."

"Please."

"No, not yet."

"Why? Please, I need to cum."

I worked my cock into her in time with my words and she 
matched her strokes to her clit with mine. "Millie is 
watching you. She is rubbing her pussy. Go slow. Let 
her catch up and cum with you."

Jenny did not open her eyes but she tightened around my 
cock and let out a long slow moan, about to cum because 
she now knew she was being watched. I reached around 
her and pinched her nipples firmly enough to slow her 
down. Sweat was beading on her back and her mouth hung 
open gasping for breath. Her belly was hard as a rock. 
She was struggling not to cum.

I pinched harder and said, "Now, Jenny, cum for me."

Her scream echoed off the walls and a whimper came from 
the doorway as a shadow slipped slowly to the floor. My 
cock jumped and spurted. Jenny felt it, groaned and 
growled the words, "God, yes, cum in my ass" and went 
straight into another orgasm.

My cock was still jerking when, Jenny went limp and I 
caught her. She was awake and her ass spasmed each time 
my dick jumped inside her. She was like a rag doll. I 
slowly slipped my cock out of her ass and guided her to 
the floor to lie on her back. I leaned across her, gave 
her just a little of my weight, kissed her tenderly and 
told her how wonderful she was. Her eyes were glassy, 
looking at the ceiling but her hands caressed my head 
as I kissed and licked.

My mouth was very moist and I started to swallow.

Very weakly she said, "Don't swallow. Let it flow into 
my mouth. I want more of you."

I extended my tongue and she sucked while the liquids 
of my mouth slipped from me into her. Jenny's eyes were 
closed. She was content. She was trusting. She had 
fully surrendered to me. Her body was now mine so I was 
responsible to please it and care for it.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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