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Neighborly
by Oyster50 (oyster1950@gmail.com)

***

Washing a car on a warm afternoon, Bill gets some help 
from the young girl next door. She needs a friend and 
mentor. Bill didn't know he needed anything. (Mg, ped, 
1st)

***

-= Chapter One =-

So I bought a house. Mid-forties, divorced, wanted a 
little place of my own and I found this house in one of 
those little enclaves that dot the countryside a few 
miles outside of many towns. You know, five or six 
houses in a little clump, just off a main road. It was a 
nice house. I had neighbors who mostly kept to 
themselves, mostly older retired couples, somebody to 
wave at when I was driving in from work, or to pass a 
few words of conversation with when I went for a walk.

And then there were the people next door. It was almost 
like their life was configured from redneck jokes. The 
yard was unkempt, irregularly mowed. They had two kids, 
a girl, twelvish, and a toddler, three or four. His toys 
were strewn about the yard. The grass was bare under one 
tree in their front yard, victim to one too many 
automotive projects. Another tree sheltered a clapped-
out motor home with NASCAR logos prominently displayed 
in the rear windows.

I'd met wife and husband, both pretty decent people at 
one level, just not exactly ready for high society. She 
was thirty-something, chunky, ratty brown hair frizzed 
from over-chemicalled colors and perms. He was chunky 
also. Beer-bellied, a beard, seldom without a cap on his 
head, and seldom in the front yard without a beer and a 
cigarette. 

Maybe that explained the reduced price on the house I 
bought. Still, I wasn't there for status. I could keep 
to myself and nobody bothered me, but if I was off on 
the road for a few days, working, I knew they'd watch 
over the place for me. Life was pretty good.

So there I was on a Saturday afternoon. I decided that 
my company mini-van needed a washing, so I was out in 
the driveway with a water-hose in one hand and a brush 
in the other, not paying attention to much at all. 
Washing cars doesn't exactly call for full 
concentration.

That's why I was startled when I heard a voice.

"Watcha doin'?"

I jumped a little and turned. There was next door 
neighbor girl, Haley, all five feet or so of her, 
thinnish, wearing an oversized white T-shirt that hung 
down to just about cover her shorts. Her hair was short 
and brown and had enough curl to do a little flip at her 
neck. Brown eyes. This wasn't going to be a supermodel. 
This was going to be a very standard brown-eyed girl. 
Plenty cute, but not meant to be on a swimsuit calendar.

"Uh," I smiled, "Lessee... Water hose. Brush. Wet car. 
Oh, I know... I'm building a fence."

Her face looked amused. "Okay, so I'm not good at 
starting a conversation," she laughed.

"Don't mind me. I'm just washing my car."

"Want some help?"

"You'll get all wet and messy."

"'s okay. I can go home an' change when it's over."

"Then I'd appreciate the help." 

She grabbed the hose and wetted and rinsed as I washed 
off the road dirt with the brush. We worked all the way 
around the car and she did indeed get wet. In a white T-
shirt. Which became transparent. But she was twelve, and 
I could see through the wet shirt that she had nipples 
and the beginnings of bulges that presaged titties, but 
nothing to get excited over.

"Squirt some water on the top," I said, "and I'll wash 
it."

She complied and I tried reaching across the roof, 
stretching tip-toed.

"Yah know," she said, "if you pick me up, I can get the 
roof better."

"That's a good idea," I said. "Here. Hold this." I 
handed her the brush. I put my hands around her waist 
and hoisted her up. She was now at roof level and 
supported herself by leaning across it. Her little butt 
was at eye level for me. Okay. I peeked. A bunch.

"Move me down so I can get some more," she said. 

I lifted her back up and sat her ass on my shoulder and 
moved her. She kept working. Thoroughly wet. 

Completely oblivious to anything. Just washing a car. We 
worked our way around the car and finished. 

I walked to the shed to put away the hose and brush and 
she followed.

Turning around, I viewed her, wet from head to toe, 
brown smudges on her white T-shirt doing little to 
obscure little pink nipples that were pointing outward. 
"You're a mess," I said. Your mom's gonna kill you."

"Nah," she said. "She won't even know. They left me by 
myself this afternoon an' won't be home till six or 
seven."

I guess I showed a questioning expression.

"Oh, they do it all the time. Gone visit step-dad's 
brother. I can take care of myself."

"Oh," I said, "well, you know if you need anything while 
they're gone, you can come ask me."

"Thanks, Mr. Bill," she said. "I'm gonna go change. See 
ya!"

"Thank you, Haley," I said. I'd no more entered the 
house than I heard a knock on the door. I opened it. 

Brown eyes looked up at me.

"Sorry, Mr. Bill, but I locked myself out of the house. 
I can't get in, an' I need to use the bathroom."

"Well, come in. You know where the bathroom's at." She 
had previously visited when my ten-year-old daughter was 
over for the "It's your weekend with your dad" weekends. 
She went up the hall.

I heard the toilet flush, then Haley reappeared. I 
looked at her. "You know, if you're not going to get 
back in your house, we need to do something about those 
wet clothes. I can put them in the dryer."

"Yeah, but what do I wear while they're in the dryer?" 
Brown eyes questioned me.

"I can give you one of my old T-shirts. It'll fit you 
like a nightgown. Would that be okay?"

"Yeah. I suppose so."

"Okay," I said, "go in the bathroom and get out of those 
wet clothes and I'll pass you a shirt through the door."

I went up the hall to my bedroom and grabbed a T-shirt 
out of my dresser, then returned to wait at the bathroom 
door. It cracked open and I stuck the T-shirt in the 
small hand that presented itself. She took the T-shirt 
and handed me a pile of wet clothes.

"If you want, you can bop under the shower real quick to 
get the mud off your face, too," I said, ever helpful.

From behind the closed door came "That's a good idea!"

"Okay," I said. "I'm gonna put these in the washer and 
do a quick shower myself."

"'Kay"

Walking to the laundry room, I noticed that the stack of 
clothes included a set of sky blue cotton panties. Wet 
with water, but... Oh, what could it hurt to have a 
little sniff. I sniffed the crotch of Haley's panties 
and then stuck them in the washing machine and started 
it. The whiff of little girl pussy worked its way into 
my brain.

Back up the hall I went to the second bathroom and 
showered. When I got out I donned my own T-shirt and a 
pair of gym shorts that I tended to wear around the 
house, temporarily forgetting that there was a twelve 
year old girl in the house.

When I walked into the living room, there was Haley 
surveying my collection of DVD's. She picked one and 
turned. "Can we watch this?" she asked, presenting a 
Disney movie.

"Sure," I said. I started the DVD player with her choice 
and sat back and kicked up the footrest on my recliner 
and sighed.

"Feels good, don't it?" she commented. She flopped on 
her belly on the adjacent sofa and wiggled and when she 
did, the hem of the T-shirt rode up to the top of her 
thighs. I got a view of closed little girl thighs and 
her butt cheeks. Nice view. Looked longer than I should 
have.

The movie started and she started getting fidgety. The 
T-shirt revealed more. Then she pulled one knee up 
toward her chest and rolled back a little and for the 
first time, I saw Haley's pussy, young, pink, innocent, 
lips tightly closed, and she was completely oblivious of 
her display.

Then she jumped up. "Mr. Bill," she said, looking 
directly at my face, "can I sit in your lap to watch 
TV?"

I was a bit taken aback. "Uh, Haley, I don't think 
that's a good idea."

"Why?" And a little bottom lip out.

"Because you're a little girl and little girls aren't 
supposed to sit in strange men's laps."

"I'm TWELVE. Almost thirteen! And you're not a strange 
man. I've known you for a year."

"Yeah, but if people found out about it they'd put me in 
jail for child molestation."

"Oh. THAT! Mom told me all about that. Even if I didn't 
sit in your lap, if I told people you'd done stuff to me 
they'd believe me and you'd be in trouble."

I wondered exactly what her mom had said all that for. 
"That's right," I said, "so let's not invite trouble."

"Then let me sit in your lap." Determined look, then 
hint of a smile.

"I must be crazy. Okay."

Squeal! And Haley bounced into my lap and my arms. And 
snuggled down.

"Mmmmmm! I was cold after the shower. You keep it cold 
in here."

"Yeah, that's why I work so hard, just so I can keep my 
house cold."

"You're funny!"

"And you're a cute little girl."

"I'm NOT a little girl!"

"You weigh what, like ninety pounds? You're five feet 
tall? Twelve? Oops, excuse me, ALMOST thirteen. 

... Little. Female. Girl." I wrapped my arms around her. 
She snuggled into me more and purred.

"Almost thirteen, you know. And I'm becoming a woman."

"In due time, no doubt," I teased.

"No, really!"

"In what way are YOU a woman?"

She looked into my face and smiled. "I got my period 
already."

"Oh. That makes a difference."

"An' I know lots of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Like what that lump is underneath me."

"See!" I said, "That lump is why you shouldn't be 
sitting in my lap."

"But I WANT to!" Pout. " 'Sides, I already saw one."

I was curious now. "Whose did you see?"

"My step-dad's."

"He showed his to you?"

Indignant. "Course not. He didn't know I was looking." 
She continued. "An' that's how I know stuff."

"So, exactly what kind of stuff do you know?" I asked.

"What a husband and wife do together."

"How'd you learn all this?"

"Peekin' through the crack in the door."

"Ooooh," I mused, "you peeked? Into their bedroom?"

"No," she said, "Mom an' step-dad do stuff in the den 
sometimes, an' one night I was in bed an' wanted to get 
something from the den an' I got up, and the door to the 
den was almost closed and I could hear them talking, so 
I peeked. They didn't know I was lookin' an' they were 
playin' an' stuff."

I looked at her. She was obviously enjoying being able 
to share this tale. "So what did you see?"

"Well," she said, "they were laughin, so I know they 
were havin' fun. Step-dad was over Mom on the couch, 
wearin' his baggy PJ's and they kissed and he got up an' 
she reached in his PJ's and pulled out his thing and 
played with it. At first I thought she hurt him because 
of the sound he made, but she kept doing it and he put 
his hand on the back of her head and she started sucking 
on it. He acted like her REALLY liked that." She looked 
at me to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah. Lots of guys like that."

She continued, "When she stopped, he kissed her. Like, I 
thought, "GROSS" 'cause his thing was just in her mouth, 
but they kissed a long time an' his hands were under her 
night gown an' she was makin' noises like she was havin' 
fun. Then he did something I couldn't believe."

I had a pretty good idea of possibilities, but I didn't 
want to spoil Haley's telling. "What'd he do?" I asked.

"He pulled her panties off an' spread her legs and 
licked her right on her pussy."

Little Haley knew what a 'pussy' was. Interesting 
information, that.

"An' she REALLY liked that. She was holdin' his head an' 
pushing her face in her pussy, an' she started shaking 
an' all of a sudden just stopped. And he went up to her 
face an' I could see his face was messy, an' they 
kissed, then he took his PJ's off an' I could see his 
whole thing, hair an' balls an' stuff. An' Mom climbed 
on top of him an' put his thing in her pussy and they 
moved up an' down an' back an' forth an' then he kind of 
screamed an' just stopped moving. Then Mom got off him 
an' his thing was floppy an' she licked it an' sucked 
it. An' they started to get up so I ran back to my 
bedroom."

"Well, Haley, you saw them having sex. Sounds like they 
have fun doing it, too."

She looked at me, her eyes a little incredulous. "All 
that stuff is normal, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. People can bring pleasure to each other 
in a lot of ways. You saw them doing oral sex to each 
other, and then having intercourse."

Her eyes twinkled. "Intercourse is a nice way of saying 
fucking, huh?"

"Yes, it's a nice way. I think "fucking" is a sort of 
coarse word. "Intercourse" is too formal, though."

"So what do YOU call it?"

"I call it 'making love' or having sex or just doing it. 
And I shouldn't be talking with YOU about it. You should 
learn this from your mother."

"Oh, she told me some stuff. We've had The Talk. I know 
that when guys get excited, their things get hard, and 
if a guy sticks his thing in me and stuff comes out, I 
could get pregnant. An' stuff like that."

"That's mostly true, Haley," I said.

"So then, the part about a guys' thing getting hard when 
he gets excited, that part's true?"

"Yeah."

She smiled sweetly, "So why's YOURS hard?" And she 
wiggled her butt against my dick to emphasize her 
discovery.

"Hmmpphhh!" I snorted. "Because a pesky little girl's 
rubbing her butt on it and it's got a mind of its own!"

Squeal! "It's because of ME!"

"Oh, yeah. I'm not supposed to be like that, but you're 
pretty hard to ignore, sitting on my lap and all."

"Then it's MY hard!" Her hand slid under her ass and she 
gave my dick a squeeze through those suddenly very 
inadequate gym shorts.

My dick jumped. "Eeekkk!" escaped her lips. "Did I hurt 
you?"

"No, sweetie," I said. "It's got a mind of its own, and 
when it feels good, sometimes it jumps like that."

Smile. Eyes twinkle. Hand explored a little more.

I should have made her stop and explained to her about 
older men taking advantage of young girls, but for some 
reason those thoughts didn't cross my mind as that 
little hand felt along my shaft. She reached down and 
touched my bare leg and then ran her hand up inside the 
leg of my shorts, finding the head of my dick. Her 
fingertips brushed it, determining its dimensions, then 
she squeezed it slightly. She bounced up and turned her 
torso to face me, a knee on each side of me. And sat 
down. And threw her arms around me and kissed me full on 
the lips, softly, then harder. She drew back and spoke. 
"You know you like this."

"I am sooooo going to jail, Haley. If anybody finds out, 
I'm going to jail. That is, if somebody doesn't shoot me 
first."

She giggled. "Don't worry Mr. Bill. I will never tell. I 
promise. Really!" And she kissed me again. This time I 
kissed back.

"So, what's the deal with 'french kissing' that the big 
girls talk about?"

Ah! A teaching moment. "That's when two people kiss and 
they open their mouths a little and touch tongues."

Twelve year old lips planted themselves against mine and 
I felt a tongue brush my lips. I parted mine to welcome 
it, and our tongues touched. She pulled back.

"So?" I asked, "what'd you think?"

"Let's do it again." Kiss. Giggle. "Let's do it again. A 
bunch." I hugged my little Haley and we kissed for some 
minutes. Finally, "Wow. I feel tingly all over. I like 
that." She wiggled her butt and my dick jumped again.

"There it goes again!" She looked into my eyes. "I wanna 
see it."

Okay. Now I KNOW I'm going to jail. "Okay."

Squeal. She jumped off me. I stood up.

"So what am I supposed to do, just drop my pants?"

"That'll work," she said, sitting in my recliner as I 
stood before her.

"Okay," I said, "here goes." I hooked my thumbs into the 
waistband of my shorts and slid them downward past my 
thighs. They slid to my feet. I kicked free of them and 
stood up. My dick was pointed upward at a happy angle.

"Woooow!" escaped her lips. Then, "I thought guys had, 
like, hair down there."

"Guys do," I said, "but I shave mine."

"Why?"

"Feels good. Clean. Cool."

She smiled. "Okay. I thought the hair looked nasty 
anyway." Pause. "Can I touch it?"

"Haley," I said, "now let's be serious. Not that it 
matters to the law, because they never think there's a 
right way for an adult and a young girl to play like 
this, but I want to tell you this because I never want 
to do something YOU don't want to do. Okay?"

She was paying attention. "Okay, Mr. Bill."

"If we're EVER doing something and you decide you want 
to stop, all you have to do is say so, okay?"

"Okay."

"I never want to hurt you in any way, okay?"

"Okay. Can I touch it?"

"Yeah. You can touch it." And when her fingers touched 
my hard dick, I thought I was going to die. My knees 
almost buckled.

"Why don't we lay in the bed so I can play with it," she 
said.

I scooped my little partner up in my arms and carried 
her into the bedroom, depositing her in the middle of my 
king-sized bed.

She giggled. "Wow! Now we have room to play!" She patted 
the middle of the bed beside her. "Now, lay down."

I laid down on my back. Ol' Dickie was pointed up, ready 
to cut diamonds.

Haley knelt beside my hips, sitting back. She reached 
her hands out and took me in a two-handed grip, lightly, 
then explored. "It's so hard, but it's so soft." She 
sighed. Her fingers explored the head. "That's the 
softest skin I've ever felt. Ever." She looked at me. 
"Does this feel good?"

I smiled. "You touching it feels good."

She put her fingertip on the end of my dick. "Where's it 
feel best?"

"That's the head. It's really sensitive. It likes to be 
gently rubbed." She gently rubbed. "Then that ridge on 
the underside, it likes to be rubbed, too. A little 
harder." Two fingertips pressed on the ridge and slid 
downward. I groaned.

"You're leaking. Is that pee?"

A drop of clear pre-cum was oozing out of the tip of my 
dick. "No, sweetie, that's a lubricant. It comes out to 
make it easier for a guy to get inside a girl. Girls 
make the same stuff when they're excited. Touch it."

Curiosity overcame her and she touched a finger to the 
drop, then pulled back. The pre-cum strung from her 
finger to my dick. She rubbed it. "It's pretty slick," 
she said. "Now, I gotta know..."

"What?" I asked.

"So when Mom was sucking on Steve's (her step-dad) 
thing, was this stuff, like, coming out?"

"Probably."

"So she got this in her mouth?"

"Yeah. Probably."

"She sounded like she liked it."

"Some girls do."

"Is this the stuff that makes babies?

"No," I said, "that comes later. When a guy gets really 
stimulated, he releases semen. It's kind of white, milky 
looking stuff. Some people call it "cum", I guess 
because when it happens, a lot of guys say "I'm coming".

A realization crossed Haley's face. "You know," she 
said, "They BOTH said that." She giggled.

"And," I continued, and I'm not sure why I brought it up 
with Haley just now, "I had a vasectomy after my 
daughter was born. The doctor fixed me to where my come 
doesn't have sperm in it to make babies."

"Really? So then you can do it with a girl an' she 
doesn't have to take those pills or use a condom or 
whatever?"

"Right! As far as getting pregnant anyway. Condoms help 
prevent diseases. If one of the partners has some kinds 
of diseases, the other partner can get it during sex."

"Yeah," she said, "they told about all that stuff in 
school." She looked at me seriously. "You don't have any 
of those disease, do you?"

"No baby," I said, "I am disease-free. But you have to 
trust your partner or you have to use condoms. 

And condoms don't always work. To stop diseases OR to 
stop pregnancy."

"Oooooh," she said, "they didn't tell us THAT in 
school."

"It's the truth, baby. Safest sex is with somebody you 
can trust not to have diseases from having sex with 
other people."

"Oh," she said simply, looking at me with those brown 
eyes. Then she looked down at my dick in her hand. The 
lesson continued as little fingers explored my sex. 
"Tell me about this," she said, touching my balls. 

I explained about their function and their sensitivity 
to pressure and what felt good to me and she paid close 
attention, touching, probing, pinching, tugging, rolling 
them around in her hands.

"Okay, so I gotta know," she giggled, tugging on my 
dick. "What's the deal with sucking on it?

"Haley," I smiled, "Rubbing it makes it stimulated. If 
it gets stimulated enough, I come, and stuff squirts 
out. Just rubbing will do that. If it's a hand doing the 
rubbing, it's called a hand job, or jerking off or 
jacking off."

She stroked me and looked. "I've heard about some of 
that," she said.

 I continued. "A guy can do that to himself. A lot of 
guys do it because it feels good and they don't need a 
partner to do it. A girl can do it to her guy." She 
smiled and stroked some more, getting the feel of just 
sliding her hand with the skin of my dick up and down.

"But there are things that feel MUCH better," I 
continued, and one of them is the mouth. A girl can put 
a guy's thing in her mouth and then it's not only being 
rubbed very nicely, but it's hot and wet and there's 
suction, and that makes it feel much better. The crude 
name for that is a "Blow job".

"So what happens to it if the girl is sucking on it when 
it comes?"

"That's a good question. Some girls like the taste of 
it, and suck on their guys a lot to get them to come in 
their mouths. Some girls don't particularly like the 
taste, but they know their guy likes the feel of being 
sucked until they come, and the girl just swallows it. 
Or waits until he's finished and spits it out. And some 
girls just absolutely hate the idea and if they suck a 
guy they stop before he comes in their mouth."

"Oh." Haley smiled. "I think Mom likes it. I've seen her 
do Steve more than once. They don't know I saw."

I reached and stroked her hair, then down her side. Her 
youthful skin was like velvet. She looked at me. 

"That's a good feeling. I like that."

"You feel good. You're a cute girl, Haley!"

"Thank you, Bill," she said, the first time she didn't 
precede my name with "Mister". She released my dick and 
laid down in my arms on top of me and kissed me. As we 
kissed, I let my hands wander over her body, shoulders, 
hips, cupped her buttocks in my hands, then stroked her 
hair as we kissed. When the last kiss broke, the pulled 
her face back from me and looked into my eyes, then 
giggled. "Bill, I think I want to try sucking you."

"Oh, Haley! I'd love that!" As she slid off me, I 
scooted back in the bed, propping up my back against a 
couple of pillows so I could see her better. She crawled 
up between my legs and took my dick in her right hand as 
she propped up on her left elbow.

Her eyes connected with mine. "Here goes!" she said. She 
planted an experimental kiss on the head of my dick. It 
pulsed. She was ready for that. The drop of pre-cum that 
oozed out, I was worried that it would put her off, but 
not my little Haley. Her pink tongue flicked out to 
gather the glistening liquid and she pulled it into her 
mouth and worked it a little bit. "Hmmm! Salty! I could 
really LIKE this!" Another kiss on the end of my dick, a 
little wetter, a little longer than those wonderful lips 
parted and the head of my dick slid into a little bit of 
heaven. Her lips sealed around the shaft of my dick 
right behind the head. "Mmmmmmm!" she said, and I felt 
every vibration throughout my being. She popped up.

"So," I asked, "what do you think?"

"I think it's, like, MADE for me to suck on." Her head 
went back down and she sucked hungrily, then decided 
that tongue should be part of this and worked me over 
with her tongue. I let her play. She tried to see how 
far down she could get. She turned her head and nibbled 
and sucked on me like a corn cob. "Do balls like 
sucking?" she asked.

"Yeah, just don't suck too hard on the balls themselves. 
They're very sensitive. But the skin of my sack likes 
being bitten and tugged, too."

New territory, she explored happily then went back to my 
dick and sucked. "Balls are fun," she said, "but THIS is 
made to suck."

I was happy she thought so.

Finally she looked at me. "So, what do I have to do to 
get it to come for me?"

"Baby," I said, "I'm so close to coming right now..."

"I want you to come," she said. "I want to see what it's 
like."

"Just keep sucking like you were doing. Maybe use your 
hand to stroke it when you sucking, or play with my 
balls. And it'll come."

She couldn't answer a word with my dick in her mouth. 
Her hand jerked me in time with her sucks. I could feel 
the pleasure building. "Ohhhh, Haley! Oh, my pretty 
baby! Ohhhhh, Haley!" She reacted to positive 
reinforcement. And learned fast.

"Ahhhhhh. It's coming, Haley! It's coming!" Her head 
nodded in acknowledgment. "Ohhhhh, goddddddddd!" The 
first spurt surprised her. She jerked her head back, my 
dick leaving her mouth in time for the second spurt. It 
splashed her pretty face. She had her mouth back on me 
for the rest and I felt her swallowing. She kept sucking 
as I finished. Finally she released me from her mouth.

"Wowwww!" she giggled. "That was something! You 
surprised me. I didn't know I'd feel it squirt like 
that. She wiped the dribble of semen off her face with 
her fingers. I expected her to wipe her fingers on the 
sheets. I was pleasantly surprised to see her stick 
those semen-coated fingers into her mouth and suck them 
clean. Then she kissed me. I could taste my own come in 
her mouth and we kissed until all the taste was gone.

She was laying in my arms when she said, "Bill, now show 
me stuff about ME!"


-= Chapter Two =-	

"Sweet Haley," I said, "you've got many ways to let me 
delight you." I curled around to kiss her neck and then 
took a delicate pink ear in my lips. She writhed at the 
pleasure of these new feelings. I kissed her neck 
several more times then slid down to bring my lip sin 
line with her chest. 

No, there were no real titties there yet, just the 
swellings of things soon to come, but here were a pair 
of pink nipples pointing up hard and excited and the 
first flick of my tongue brought a gasp. The second 
brought Haley's hands to the back of my head and she 
pulled my mouth down on her nipple. I sucked. I licked. 
I bit lightly. Haley bucked and moaned.

"Bill's little Haley likes having her nipples sucked."

"Oh, god, yessss!"

"If she likes THAT, she's going to like other things..."

I paused briefly in my travels to dip my tongue in her 
navel. More shivers. And I moved further down. I planted 
kisses on her pubic mound. It had the lightest of fuzz 
on it. I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much of it 
into my mouth as I could and moaned, "Mmmmmm!"

"Gahhhhh!" she writhed. Her hands pushed at my head. 
"Bill! Do something! I need you to DO SOMETHING!"

Little darling didn't know what to tell me to do. I had 
ideas. I moved between her thighs and let my lips brush 
her labia, my nostrils sucking in the smells of little 
girl, hot little girl, musky, tangy, and waiting for my 
tongue.

When my tongue hit her, her hands pulled on my head, 
forcing my face into her wet pussy. I stopped teasing my 
little Haley and after one good lick to gather her juice 
into my mouth, I let my tongue find her little girl 
button. The first lick of her clit, she KNEW what she 
wanted me to do.

"Ahhhhh! Bill! Right there! Lick! Do Something!"

I licked. I spread her lips gently and sucked her little 
clit between my lips and worked it with my tongue.

"Nnnnn. Nnnnn. NNNNNN!" I was having an effect on my 
Haley. I kept licking. "Nnnnnn. Nnnnn. 

Ohhhh! Shit! Ohhhh! Bill! I'm. I'm. I'm. It's. It's 
COMING! Ohgodohgodogod! Ahhhhhh...."

Her body arched into my face as she climaxed... Then she 
went limp. I scooped her into my arms and held her. I 
kissed little kisses on her face, gently, as she 
rejoined the world. Her eyelids fluttered and she opened 
them. I saw her brown eyes as she focused.

"Oh, Bill. I love you!" 

Twelve. "I love you." What could I say? "I love you, 
too, Haley."

"That was the best thing that I have ever felt in my 
whole life."

I smiled. "Sweet darling, I am glad I made you feel 
good."

Her little hand reached down and wrapped around my semi-
hard dick. She stroked a couple of times and felt it 
harden. "So, baby, can you show me about that 
intercourse thing?"

"All in one day, Haley?" I was incredulous. "You just 
sucked a guy off for the first time. Just had a guy eat 
you till you came for the first time. And now you want 
to do it?"

"I wanna do it with YOU, Bill."

"Sweetie, that's a BIG step. Sometimes it hurts pretty 
bad the first time. Girls have this thing." I didn't 
remember seeing that "thing", her cherry, but then I 
wasn't exactly in a position to pay close attention with 
her pulling my face into her pussy.

"Oh, THAT," she said. "Mom took me to the doctor when I 
had my first period and he asked her if I was going to 
use those things you stick in you, you know, tampons, 
and she said I was if I could, an' he said he could fix 
me so I could more easily but that it would take that 
hymen thing almost away."

That was new knowledge to me.

"So you don't have to worry about that."

"Okay. Then still, you've never had anything inside 
you."

"Fingers. My handle on my hairbrush. Just 
experimenting."

"Well then why am I worrying? It's probably better the 
first time if you get on top of me so you can go as slow 
as you want."

"Me on top? You mean there are other ways?"

"Yes, doll, there are other ways. If you want, we can 
try them sometimes. But today, Haley is on top."

I rolled over on my back. Haley surveyed the guy she'd 
just sucked off and who'd just eaten her to raging 
climax, and that guy had a hard dick. She bent over and 
sucked me. We both moaned, then realized we both moaned 
and laughed. She straddled me. I looked at those brown 
eyes.

She was astride my hips now, lowering herself, and her 
pussy made contact with my dick, pressing it against my 
belly. She slid back and forth a few times, rubbing my 
dick against her clit.

"Hmm!" she said. "This has possibilities!" Then she 
raised up, releasing my dick to let it pop up. She moved 
her hips to put the head of my dick in between her pussy 
lips and began to search for the head with her hole. 
Finally she reached underneath herself with her hand, 
grabbed my dick and guided the head into her hot wet 
hole. She pressed down. The head slowly forced its way 
in. She stopped pushing to savor the feeling, then 
pushed further, then pulled out, then pushed back in, 
this time a little deeper. I watched her face. She was 
concentrating, biting her bottom lip, and she kept on, 
up, down, each time a little more, my dick in the grip 
of a hungry, yet virgin pussy. Finally, one last thrust 
and our bodies met.

"It's ALL the way in!" She sighed. "Oh, Bill! You're IN 
me!" and she started small, even strokes, getting used 
to the feel of a dick inside her. Then the strokes got 
more insistent. She was feeling the fullness and the 
friction inside her, but her button was on the outside 
looking for something to rub against, so Haley bent 
forward, rotating her hips so her clit was making 
contact with the base of my dick with each stroke, and 
that was what she was looking for. Once she found it, 
the game was hers. She was riding me like a rocking 
horse, her hips plunging down, then up and forward. I 
was trying to let her find her own way, but I couldn't 
help it. I had to move. 

Soon I was meeting her strokes with my own. "Oh.Oh.Oh." 
came from her lips with each stroke. "Mmmm.MMMM.Mmmm" 
Now she was biting her lip. 'Oh.oh.oh." Her strokes 
became longer and harder. Ohhhh. Gahhhh! Ohhhh! Billlll! 
I'm. Coming! Gahhhhhh! Ohgodogod ohhhhh!" And her last 
shuddering stroke pushed me over my own cliff and I 
spurted into her virgin pussy. I did a couple of strokes 
in time with the spurts then her pussy finished wringing 
me out.

She collapsed into my arms and we lay together in post 
climax bliss. Finally she turned her face to mine and 
kissed me and her hand touched my face. "Oh, Bill, 
you're so wonderful. I love you."

Finally I had the presence of mind to go put her clothes 
in the dryer and for the hour the clothes dried, we 
played with each other, teasing, licking, sucking.

I thought I heard a car and she looked out the window. 
Her parents were home. She bounced out of my house to 
meet them, looking back over her shoulder once.

I got a phone call five minutes later, her mom thanking 
me for taking care of her while they were gone. 

"I know what pain in the butt she can be, she said.

"Nah. No problem. She's a good kid. She plays with my 
daughter all the time. She's always welcome."

The next day was Sunday. I was out puttering in my yard. 
I heard light footsteps behind me and turned. 

There was Haley.

"Hi, Mr. Bill," she said brightly. "How are YOU today?"

"Fine," I said, "And you?"

"I'm sore. I'm limping. Mom asked what was wrong. I told 
her I hurt myself climbing a tree." She giggled. "That's 
ALMOST the truth, you know."

"How?"

"I was climbing a pole." She smirked. "Can we go in for 
a second?"

"Sure." I wasn't going to cross Haley. She held my life 
in her hands after yesterday's three hours of weakness. 
Bliss, yes. But weakness. And danger.

We walked inside.

"I'm telling her I'm borrowing your DVD. But this is 
what I really want." She jumped up on my wrapping her 
legs around my waist and kissed me full on the mouth, 
her tongue invading my mouth ravenously. 

My tongue met hers.

I found that I WAS hungry for this little girl. My hands 
explored her clothed torso. Our kiss finally broke.

"Bill, I want TIME with you again. SOON!"

"Haley, we have to be very careful. If we get caught, I 
go to jail for a long time."

"I know," she said. "I'll be careful. But I DO want 
you."

And before she walked out the door she reached over and 
squeezed my dick and giggled.

A day passed. I came in from work, headed straight to 
the shower, got out, back into my gym shorts and after a 
sandwich for supper, I was lounging around on the sofa 
trying to find something on TV. I heard a knock at the 
door. A little knock. I opened the door, and there was 
Haley.

"Hi," she said, "Miss me?"

I smiled. She wasn't particularly pretty, but her smile 
and her eyes were infectious with happiness. 

"Yeah. I really did." And I wasn't lying. "Can you come 
in?"

Eyes smile as well as mouths. Hers did. "Yeah. I can. 
For a little while, like I need to go home at dark." 

It got dark at eight in the summer. She bounced in, 
shutting the door behind her and turning the lock. 

"Just in case," she said. And then she attached herself 
to me, arms around my neck.

I had to bend over to kiss her. I bent over, and our 
mouths merged. She had that tongue thing down pat now. 
What a great little kisser she was. She broke loose and 
took me by the hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. "I 
like your bed."

She stood beside it throwing clothes off and in a few 
seconds was naked. I started undressing myself and 
joined her. She was on all fours on the bed waiting for 
me and wrestled me on my back and plastered herself 
full-length on top of me. Her face met mine again and we 
kissed some more. My hands explored her slight body, 
savoring the touch of her skin with my fingertips, my 
hands tracing her sides, measuring the curve where thigh 
joined lovely little ass.

"Mmmmmm," she said, "You know, I've been thinking of 
this for two days?"

"Mm-hmm," I said, through our kisses. "Me too. You made 
quite an impression on me, sweetie."

Finishing a kiss, she started sliding down my torso, 
stopping with her face at chest height. "Guys got 
nipples too. Does it feel good when they're messed 
with?"

"It's a weakness, darling," I said. "It's like a wire 
goes from my nipples to my dick."

Her little mouth closed over my left nipple and my dick 
jumped. "Ooooo! I see what you mean!"

I looked down to see laughing brown eyes looking up at 
me as she teased my nipples with her tongue.

"Ohhhhh, Haley, you're wonderful!" She took the 
encouragement to experiment a little and I ended up with 
this little doll nibbling my nipple right at the edge 
between pleasure and pain. Then she slid further down. 
My dick was rock hard and pushing upward against her 
chest. When she raised up, it was pointing at her face.

She looked at it, then looked at me. "I think it misses 
Haley," she said. Looking again, "Awww, it's crying. I 
see a tear." She looked at me wickedly. "Let me kiss 
that tear off." Her head bobbed down and her lips closed 
behind the head of my dick. I could feel her tongue 
swirling over the head, lapping up the pre-cum. "Mmmmm," 
she moaned with my dick in her mouth. She popped it out. 
"I really like that." She went back to sucking.

"Haley, you have to stop. I'm gonna come too fast."

"So, why do you think I'm sucking you?"

"But..."

"Silly," she said, punctuating her conversation with 
little kisses and sucks on my dick, "I LIKE doing this. 

Why would you want to wait to feel good?"

Who could argue with logic like that? I relaxed backward 
onto pillows and watched the magic being worked on my 
dick by this twelve year old. "Ahhhhh, Haley...." It 
wasn't long in coming. Her hand was jacking my shaft in 
time with her mouth's suction and her tongue's swirling. 
"Unnnnn. Haley. Nnnnn. You're. Mmmmm. Getting. Mmmmm. 
Real. Ahhhh! Close!"

Head bobbed up. "I know, baby!" Head bobbed back down. I 
was amazed how far down the shaft she went. I wasn't 
big. Just normal, maybe six inches, and she got almost 
all of it, and sucked as she pulled back. "Mmmmm! 
Juicy!" Sucking, stroking.

I put my hand on the back of her head, twining her hair 
in my fingers. I didn't push. I didn't hold her down. I 
just touched her.

"Mmmmm," she said.

"Ahhhh, Haley, my little darling... Nnnnnngnnnnghhhh!" 
and I cut loose. Her mouth didn't miss a bit. My first 
jet. Suck. Second squirt. Suck. Third, Suck. Finally the 
squirting stopped. The sucking didn't, as her mouth 
sucked me dry.

Finally realizing her goal, she looked up from my 
softening dick and smiled. "My Bill enjoyed that, huh?"

I pulled her up to me and kissed her. "Yeah, little 
darlin', I did!"

She knelt between my legs, wiping a stray blob of semen 
into her mouth. She flashed mischievous eyes at me when 
she did that, making a big deal of sucking her finger as 
she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Then she giggled. 
"Wanna do me?" Smile.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do," I said. I sat 
up and we hugged. Then kissed. I stroked her hair and 
smelled the top of her head, shampoo and little girl, 
delightful. I turned her around in my arms and laid her 
back in the bed, her head on pillows, and I laid over 
her, kissing her face, then her neck, then lingered for 
a while on her little nipples. I moved down, lapping at 
her navel, bringing shudders of pleasure and giggles. 
Both her hands touched my head pushing me down.

"There, silly!" I found her pussy wet and ready and I 
licked her happily as she moaned. She held me in her 
pussy as I fastened my mouth over her little clit. In a 
couple of delicious minutes she was getting close, if 
the bucking of her hips was any indication. There were 
other subtle indications like, "Bill!" Lick." Breathe. 
"Me." Breathe. "There!" Breathe. "Ohhhhh! Goddddd! 
Ohhhh, Bill, Nnnnnnnnggghhhhhh! Ahhhh!" And my little 
girl lover came.

I slid up beside her and cuddled her to my chest. She 
nestled in my arms, purring in post-orgasmic glow. 

Then her hand reached up and guided my face toward hers. 
She kissed me.

"Somebody's got pussy juice all over his face," she 
giggled, signaling the end of the sweet, soft cuddling. 
She gently pushed me onto my back. Then she kissed and 
licked my face, a unique experience, telling me, "I need 
to get you cleaned up!" and giggling. During this 
activity her left hand slid down my belly to find my 
dick. It was easy to find. It was hard again, jutting up 
at a happy angle.

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and she pumped it a 
few strokes and said, "Look what I found!"

"If you found it, it's yours, then. Finders keepers, you 
know."

Those brown eyes laughed. "If it's mine, then I have to 
find a place to keep it, huh?" Next move was her 
astraddle of me, her little hand guiding my dick into 
her tight pussy. She bit her lip in concentration as she 
eased the alien bit of my flesh into her body, pushing 
down a bit, raising up, down a little further, raise up, 
finally I felt her pubic bone against mine. The twinkly 
eyes again. "There! Isn't THAT the PERFECT place for 
it?"

"Oh, yes," I said. "It's never been anyplace better. 
Never."

"Really?"

First, what idiot would tell the girl whose pussy he was 
in right now that it wasn't the best ever, and second, 
this WAS the best ever, tight, hot, not just willing, 
but enthusiastic and excited. She started riding me.

"Oh, Haley," I said. "You're wonderful, baby!"

I put my hands on her hips and she put her hands on my 
chest and worked her pelvis up and down and back and 
forth and I met her strokes with my own. This being my 
second orgasm of the day, it didn't immediately begin to 
spurt into her hot, willing little pussy. She 
experimented with rhythms and angles and smiled sweetly 
for a few minutes as we enjoyed each other. Slowly, 
though, her eyes took a faraway look and I heard "huuuh, 
huuuh, mmmm, mmmm, huuuh" from her lips. She was getting 
ready to come again while fucking me. So was I. I shoved 
upward as deeply as I could with each of her strokes, 
our pubic bones clashing wonderfully, and then she'd 
back off me, pulling my juice-smeared dick almost all 
the way out, then we'd surge back together.

"Oh, my sweet Haley," I cried, "Ahhhhh. Haley! Uhhhhh!" 

"Mmmmm. Bill. Push. Hard. Mmmmm. Make. Me. Come!" I 
tried my darnedest. I was almost beyond control but I 
managed to put a little wiggle into her when we bottomed 
out. "That's it! Again!" She was getting loud. At least 
it seemed that way to me. "Guuuhhhhhh! Oh. That's. It! 
Mmmmmmppphhhhh! Ah!" She froze in mid-stroke and the 
quick pause was timed to my first spurt of semen deep in 
her little pussy. She felt it and pushed down, getting 
the second as deep inside her as possible, then as I 
rocked, trying to add more wonderful sensations to my 
own orgasm, she rode with me. I felt her pussy walls 
gripping and releasing.

"D'you feel that?" She asked.

"Gad, yes! That's wonderful!" I answered. My hands went 
up to tweak her nipples and she lowered herself to lie 
on top of me. When she moved up high enough to kiss me, 
my softening dick fell out of her sopping pussy.

"Oops! It fell out," she said. I got a quick peck on the 
lips and she spun around to face my wet dick. 

"It's soft and wet," she announced gleefully, and then 
she proceeded to clean it with her mouth.

She was laying diagonally across me now, so I put a hand 
in between her legs and pushed her to swing in line with 
me. Her thighs parted naturally, presenting me with a 
freshly fucked pussy gaping open very slightly, with an 
oozing flow of my come mixed with her own juice. I 
couldn't resist. She was short, so in order for me to 
get to her pussy while she was sucking my dick, I had to 
curl up a bit, but I made that sacrifice and my tongue 
licked right up the middle between those firm young 
lips.

From down near my groin came gleeful squeal. "Ooooo, 
Bill!" We cleaned each other's private parts, a fact 
made obvious by her announcement of "There! Now it's ALL 
clean!" then rolling sideways off me. She scooted around 
to lie alongside me and cuddled up against me. I turned 
on my side to face her.

"Oh," she said, "by the way. I liked THAT position, 
too!"

"What position?"

"Like we just were, where I can suck on you an' you can 
suck on me."

"Oh." I smiled. "I like it too. You're sweet. And cute." 
And I kissed her on the tip of her nose.

"Mmmm. We can do better than that." And she kissed me 
full on the mouth, lips parted, and our tongues played 
together.

We lay in embrace for minutes, trading little kisses and 
caresses. "You know," said Haley, "I think it would be 
neat if I could spend the night with you."

"Mmm-Hmmm," I said, "but how are we going to do that?"

She pursed her lips in thought. "Well, I could say I'm 
spending the night when your daughter's over here for 
the weekend."

"We can't do anything when my daughter's here, Haley. 
Are you crazy?"

"No, silly! I'll just SAY she's here. And she won't be."

"That might just work." I filed the thought away for 
future use. First, I didn't know how long this "thing" 
with Haley would last. I mean, twelve year old kids 
aren't notoriously consistent. She could just get tired 
and move on to other interests. Second, I could end up 
in jail if word of our involvement got out. And third, 
this was the week I was supposed to have my daughter, 
Deena, over for the weekend. Deena was two years younger 
than Haley and they really didn't get along that well. 
Two years is a big age difference, but Haley made the 
best of it before because there were, quite simply no 
other kids in our little neighborhood even close to her 
age. Most of the homes were owned by either colder 
couples with no kids at home, or a younger couple whose 
two kids were under the age of seven.

Haley and I played together a little longer, then she 
got dressed to go home. I noted she was still walking 
rather gingerly. "Are you okay, sweetness?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You're walking funny, like you're hurt."

"I told Mom I fell out of a tree."

"You told me that."

"I guess I'm a little sore. That's the first time, the 
other day. This is the second. It'll take me a while to 
get used to this." She grabbed my crotch playfully and 
grinned at me. "But I WILL get used to it."


-= Chapter Three =-

Towards the end of the week my daughter called and 
announced that she'd like us to go to a movie after I 
picked her up on Friday. I told her I'd have to check on 
some things, but we could probably do that.

***

The next day I saw Haley in her yard. When she saw me, 
she came over. "Hi, Haley," I said, maintaining 
propriety in case we were seen or overheard.

"Hi, Mr. Bill," she said. Her voice was demure. Her eyes 
weren't. They were playful and mischievous. I told her 
about the proposed movie trip and asked if she wanted to 
go with us. 

"Sure!" she said. "Thanks! I'll ask Mom, but she's 
usually just glad to get me out of the house."

That was a sad truth. Haley was a "first marriage" kid 
and her mom devoted much more effort to second husband 
and their toddler son offspring. Haley was often left to 
devise her own entertainment. 

I guess now I was part of that.

Friday came. I left work and picked up daughter at her 
mom's house. That's when things got changed. Her mom 
came out to the car. "I need you to bring Deena back 
home after the movie. We're going on a road trip this 
weekend. I hope you don't mind."

Yeah, it was always okay when ex-wife wanted to change 
up the schedule, but when I wanted to, it was a 
different story. But that wasn't something to go to war 
over. "Sure," I said. "We'll catch up later."

Deena bounced out to the car and hopped in. We pulled 
out of her mom's drive. "We goin' to the movie?"

"Sure, baby. Haley's gonna come with us."

"Daaad! Why's she coming?"

"Because she doesn't get a chance to go to the movies, 
and because she likes you and because you're nice to 
people."

"Oh, alright..."

"And if you're nice, when the movie's over we can do the 
Food Court." Bribery will do wonders to alter the 
attitude of a ten year old.

I went back by my own house and found Haley waiting in 
my drive, scrubbed fresh, dressed in a simple cotton 
blouse, a clean pair of shorts, and athletic shoes. Her 
hair was brushed to a shine, her curls causing it to do 
a cute flip at her neck and jaw line. She jumped in the 
back seat. We drove to the mall and went into the movie.

I was wondering about the seating arrangement, but I 
kept my mouth shut and ended up with my daughter on one 
side and Haley on the other. We looked like the standard 
dad with his daughter and her friend. I did feel her 
little head leaning against my shoulder and she wrapped 
her arms around my biceps during a dramatic scene, but 
all in all, she was the picture of a proper young girl 
all evening.

After the movie, Food Court, as promised. I bought Haley 
her choice, as I did for myself and my daughter. 
Finally, it was back in the car and back home.

"Haley, I'm gonna drop Deena at her mom's before we go 
home," I said.

"Oh," said Haley.

"Yeah," piped Deena. "Tomorrow we're goin' to Six Flags 
with our church group. We have to get up early."

"Darn!" said Haley. "I wish I was goin'. I guess I'll 
have to do something else to have fun."

Soon we were backing out of the drive after having 
dropped Deena off. Haley had moved to the front seat 
beside me and her hands were no longer those of that 
proper young lady from the mall. She was twisted 
sideways in her seatbelt, her left arm was wrapped 
around my right arm, and her right hand was teasing in 
my lap.

"Somebody's hard," she giggled.

"It's not nice to tease a guy, Haley."

"It's not teasing when you're gonna sleep with 'im," she 
giggled.

I turned for a quick glance. "Huh?"

"You didn't listen? I told you that I told Mom I was 
spending the night with Deena. I didn't KNOW Deena 
wasn't going to be here."

"Uh, Haley, this might be a little soon for us to try 
this."

"B-b-but, Bill, they think I'm spending the night. They 
went to stay at my uncle's cabin at the lake. They're 
having a party an' they're not driving back tonight. I 
HAVE to stay with you." There was a hint of a quiver in 
her voice.

"Oh, okay, little sweetness." What a horrible thought, 
that I'd have to spend the night with this little sexpot 
cutie.

We parked in my driveway and she said, "See!" holding up 
a grocery bag. "I have my PJ's and clothes for 
tomorrow."

"Well, darlin', let's get inside before somebody starts 
taking pictures."

We were in the house, it was nine o'clock, and I needed 
a shower. "Find something on TV while I get a shower, 
baby," I said. I went up the hall to my bedroom, 
retrieved my own gym shorts, what I used to lounge 
around in the evening, and then hit the shower.

I thought I heard the door open. Then the shower door 
showed a blurred figure right before it slid open and a 
naked twelve year old girl joined me. 

"Don't ya know," she said, "Showering with a friend 
saves water."

Cute. Naked, wet, and cute. We made a game of bathing 
each other. She spent a long time on my dick and balls, 
and I lathered up her chest and lavished care on her 
just-developing breasts. Finally, we rinsed off and I 
got out. She toweled off and watched as I shaved and 
brushed my teeth. I tossed her a second towel so she 
could dry her hair more thoroughly.

"Don't ya have a hair dryer?"

"Oh, yeah. Bottom drawer." There was a hair dryer, 
remnant of a girlfriend long since moved on.

She plugged it in and started drying her hair. I took 
over, loving the opportunity to care for this little 
delight. "So," I said, "where are your PJ's?"

Her eyebrow arched when she looked at me. "Bill. Do you 
really want me to put on my PJ's?"

"Okay. It's up to you. I don't want you to think I have 
you here just for sex."

She moved against me, threw her arms around me, and 
hugged me. Hard. "You make me feel good, Bill. Not just 
because we do sex stuff together. Because you are nice 
to me. An' you didn't have to be." I looked down at the 
little face turned up toward me. I lifted her up in my 
arms and kissed her, not a hot "I want sex" kiss, but a 
"gee, you need to know how special you are" kiss. 
"You're special to me, Haley. Really."

"I love you, Bill," she said, simply. Honestly.

"Haley, you're twelve..."

"Almost thirteen," she interrupted.

"Okay," I said, "thirteen. That's awfully young to be 
telling a man you love him. Especially when the man is 
as old as I am."

She looked kind of sad. "But, you don't think I'm old 
enough to know I love you?"

"No, sweetie, I think you love me now, but you're young 
and you're gonna find other loves, boys your own age, 
and give them your love."

"But do you love me?"

"Yes, I do. In a lot of ways. Some of them I shouldn't. 
You're too young for me to feel like this. I wish I was 
thirty years younger, then I could love you and it would 
be all right."

"Bill," she said, "I know some boys my own age. They're 
immature jerks and idiots. I don't see anything in any 
of them that I like even a little bit as much as I like 
you. An' you've always been nice to me."

I reflected back to the beginning when I first met her. 
I was nice to her ever since the first day she bounced 
into my yard as I was moving in. We'd shared cold drinks 
and she'd sat under the shade tree in late evenings in 
the summer, and we'd talked about the things a pre-teen 
girl wants to talk about, although she seemed to be more 
interested in more mature subjects. I didn't think that 
I was doing anything special though. I guess I was 
wrong.

"That's because you're a sweet girl and people are 
supposed to be nice. But yes, you're different, and I 
love you."

"Thank you," she said quietly. "It's not just the sex 
stuff." She looked into my face and her eyes took a 
twinkle. "But that sex stuff is... Wow!" She giggled. 
"We're both naked. That gives me ideas."

"I suppose it does." I let her slide down my body and 
her pussy caught my hard dick.

"Mmmmm," she said. "I like that part." She wiggled past 
it and went down on her knees, looking up at me. Her 
right hand wrapped around my shaft and her left hand 
cupped under my balls. She bounced them in her hand 
experimentally. "They're heavy. You got some stuff for 
me?"

I groaned. "Haley, how is it that you do exactly the 
right thing in exactly the right way?"

Her head moved forward and her lips gave way as she 
pushed her mouth over my dick. Then the suction began as 
she moved me in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmmm," came 
from around my dick.

"Ohhhhhh, Haley!"

She released me from her mouth and stood up in a bounce. 
"Come on! Let's go to bed!"

I couldn't argue with that idea. She got to the edge of 
the bed and crawled onto it on hands and knees. 

I jumped on top of her, trapping her under my body and 
wrapped her in my arms. She giggled gleefully. 

"It's pokin' me!"

"It likes you. Besides, YOU made it that way."

"Haw!" she said, "It STAYS that way."

"Not until YOU came along, doll," I said. I was telling 
the truth. The last year had seen the departure of the 
last girlfriend and I hadn't bothered to track down 
another. Sex? Nothing outside my hand. Okay, just MAYBE 
there was a picture of a cute little brown-haired girl 
in the fantasy that accompanied my jerking hand, but 
sex? Just wasn't important. Now, when Haley was in 
sight, I had a perpetual erection. I poked it gently 
against her rear.

"Hey! You could put it in me like this!"

"See!" I laughed, "one of the things I like about you is 
how smart you are!"

"Well, you said there were other positions, 'member!"

"Yeah, and you've discovered one of them."

"I wanna try it this way." She bounced on the bed. I 
surveyed the pink pussy lips peeking from between her 
thighs. The lips were glistening with juice already. I 
bent over and kissed her and tongued her sweet slit.

"Now!" She wiggled against my face. "I wanna see how it 
feels like this."

"Okay, sweetie," I said. "I'm gonna go slow, though." I 
positioned myself behind her upturned ass, spread my 
legs, knees on either side of her. I inched forward, 
leading with my dick in my hand. The head contacted her 
sweet lips and pushed between them. I moved it up and 
down the entire length.

"Mmmmm," came to my ears.

I pushed a little further forward on the next pass with 
the head of my dick and the head found her sweet hole. I 
eased into her. About an inch in, I was rewarded with 
her own backward lunge, burying me entirely in her 
pussy. My balls bounced off the lips of her pussy.

"Ohhhh, Bill," she said, "this is wonderful." She moved 
forward, sliding off me, then back, to put me fully in 
her. My balls slapped her again. "I feel that! I feel 
your balls." She was resting her face on her arms, head 
low, ass in the air, pussy impaled by my dick.

"You're comfortable?"

"Ohhh, Bill, I'm waaaay past comfortable." I gripped her 
hips, one hand on each side, and did an experimental 
thrust. I was rewarded with a purr. I started thrusting 
in and out of her. "Gaaahhhh, baby," she cried, "that's 
toooo good..."

"Baby," I said, stopping the thrusts, "that's a problem. 
It feels TOO good. I'm gonna come too fast this way."

"So," she said, "isn't that the object?" She did her own 
thrusting, and when she wasn't, her pussy was squeezing 
me.

"Are you doing that on purpose?"

Giggles. "Doing what?" she asked innocently.

"Hah! You KNOW what."

"You like it?"

"I love it. You're amazing."

"Then let me make you come." A twelve year old girl was 
in front of me, impaled on my dick, and she wanted to 
make me come.

I thrust. Indescribable feelings ran through my entire 
being.

"Bill, it's okay if you're rougher with me. I'm not 
gonna break, you know. Do it hard. Do what makes YOU 
feel good."

I was cleared for what came next. I pounded her, each 
thrust as deep as I could get it, I could feel my balls 
bouncing against her pussy. I could feel waves deep 
inside me building. And my abandon had an effect on 
Haley.

"Mmm. Bill! Oh. Mmmm. Hard! Iloveit! Bill. Hard! Mmmm. 
Please! Mmmmm." Haley was coming. 

So was I.

I broke loose. My first spurt came with me hauling her 
butt tight against me. Her pussy was milking me. 

"Haley! You doll. I'm coming! Gahhh. Nnn. Hnnnn!"

And she was going too. "Mmmmmnnnnghhhhh! Bill! GAhhhhh!" 
We fell over on our sides. For a few seconds, the only 
sound was our ragged breathing. Finally she stirred. 
"mmmmmm! Baby, remember the other day when we cleaned 
each other?"

How could I forget sixty-nining this little doll. I told 
her so.

"Ya wanna?"

"What's taking you so long to get here?"

Giggle. Bed bounced. Little girl headfirst down my torso 
ending up with her face at my dick. Warm lips hungrily 
sucking and licking. And there in front of me was a 
sopping, dripping pussy, its owner expecting it to be 
emptied of its juicy load. I curled forward to comply. A 
few minutes later, we were finished and she turned 
around to snuggle with me.

"Bill, that was fantastic. Is it okay to say I love you 
now?"

"Awww, Haley, it's one of the very best times. And yes, 
I love you too."

"Really, Bill? Not just because I have sex with you and 
not because I'm a kid an' you love kids? LOVE love?"

I don't know what made me say what I said next, but I 
determined in that moment that I'd go as far with this 
as Haley wanted. She was almost thirteen, and I figured 
that her "love" might last two weeks or two months, some 
finite time period that was the pre-teen version of 
"forever". "Yes. LOVE love, Haley."

Haley purred and turned those big brown eyes to me. 
"Love like that is forever, Bill."

"Sweetie," I said, "I will love you forever. However 
long that is for you, baby."

"Forever is forever."

Okay. Tonight I left it at that. I scooted down a little 
and kissed her delicious neck, her curls brushing my 
face. She writhed in pleasure.

"Where are places like that on you, baby?" she asked.

"Oh, my neck works just like yours." That statement 
rewarded me with a shower of kisses and bites.

"So, how do you get a hickey?"

"What do YOU know about hickeys?"

"Mom gets 'em all the time."

"Oh." At least Haley got that much from her "family", 
that an active sex life was not a bad thing. "When you 
kiss, you suck real hard. It makes a bruise under the 
skin. Some people get 'em easier than others."

A pair of twelve year old girl's lips fastened to my 
neck.

"And DON'T give me a hickey. How would I explain a fresh 
hickey when you're supposed to be spending the night 
with my daughter here?

"Yeah, I suppose so." She kept kissing my neck, then she 
moved down my chest and fastened on my left nipple, 
teeth and tongue working me over. She knew what that did 
to me from a previous experience. 

Her hand snaked down to find my dick to verify. "I like 
it when it moves like that."

She was feeling experimental and my balls were the 
object of her play. I guided her through teeth and 
sucking and she found a spot underneath the rear of my 
sack that made my dick jump. Jumpy dicks get put in 
little girls' mouths.

***

Our next hours devolved into happy play as we sampled 
each other. Another hard-on. Haley found out about the 
missionary position. My second thrust into her and her 
legs wrapped around me and never let go until she did. 
And I did. And we did. 

Laying together in the afterglow, I asked, "Haley, have 
you ever slept in the nude?"

"Nuh-uh. Why?"

"Your shoulders will get cold. You might wanna put on 
your PJ top."

"Tell ya what, babe," she said, "I've never slept in the 
nude before, an' I want the first time to be in YOUR 
bed, so that's what I'm gonna do."

"Okay, sweetie. Just sayin'."

She fixed me in a glare. "An' YOU sleep in the nude, 
too. I get to say, you know."

I laughed. "Yes, YOU get to say. And it's getting late."

"Not like you could say 'it's bedtime', huh?"

My baby has a sarcastic streak. I loved her even more. I 
turned out the light and Haley snuggled into my arms. A 
little hand encircled my dick. Okay, that was good. I 
stroked her pretty hair and then cupped her ass cheek 
with my hand. I thought the hand on my dick was going to 
lead to something, but it was like security blanket to 
her. I kissed her forehead lightly through her bangs and 
said, "Good night, sweet Haley."

"Mmmmm," was the response. In a few minutes her 
breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep. I 
followed her into dreamland. As I was drifting off, she 
moved slightly and her hand gripped my dick again. We 
slept. I think she probably slept more than me. I was 
used to sleeping by myself, and twelve year old Haley 
was, too, and she was a tangle of legs and arms that 
flopped on me throughout the night. But I just moved her 
to a comfortable configuration each time and went back 
to sleep with this little cutie.

***

I woke up to a pleasant warm wetness in my crotch. My 
hand explored the cause and came up with a tousled head 
of brown hair. Haley. "Haley." I said.

"You know how fun it is to suck on you?"

"No, but from the way you do it, it must be fun. How 
about turning around and letting ME have something to 
play with." Bounce. Giggle. Sixty-nine. And before eight 
o'clock we both had orgasms. And were cuddled up again. 
Finally we got out of bed, got dressed, and I drove us 
out for breakfast. 

When we got back, her family was back too. 

We walked in the house so she could her clothes. When 
the door closed, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around 
my hips and fastening her lips to my mouth. Hot kisses 
ensued.

"Bill, I love you. I love you this morning, an' every 
morning."

'I love you too, my little Haley."

She looked over her shoulder at me as she crossed the 
yard for home.

From that point, life went on. Our trysts worked out to 
two or three times a week. Overnights were every couple 
of weeks. Later in the summer I took Haley on vacation 
with me. I got the feeling that her mom and step-dad 
were just glad to have Haley out of the house and out 
from under-foot. They thought she was vacationing with 
me and my daughter.

School started, Haley hitting the eighth grade. Autumn 
afternoons found her and me under the tree in the front 
yard working on homework. Deeper into the school year, 
my Haley was an honor student, something that had 
previously not happened. It wasn't that she wasn't 
smart. She possessed a natural intelligence and quick 
mind. It's just that nobody in her family was a believer 
in education, nor able to help her over the rough spots. 
Having an engineer for a lover and best friend changed 
that.

Best friend? Yes. Still no kids in the little 
neighborhood at Haley's age. Parents ignored her. I was 
who Haley talked to. Yeah, she came over when my 
daughter was here, but still there was no real 
connection between them. So when my car pulled in the 
drive, Haley was waiting for me, usually with school 
books, but sometimes just to visit. You had to be really 
oblivious to the glow she wore when she left sometimes, 
but her parents really were oblivious.

Her parents and I, we had discussions. Haley's mom 
caught me outside puttering one day. 

"Hey, Bill," She said.

"Oh, hi, Marie." I said. "How ya doing?"

"Pretty good actually. Steve's been working steady this 
year."

"Yeah," I said. "I see him comin' an' goin'. Helps 
things, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," she said, brushing her lusterless hair out of 
her face with a hand holding a Marlboro. "I kinda wanted 
to talk to you about Haley."

Uh-oh, I thought. Here it comes. "She's a sweet, smart 
little girl."

"I guess," said Marie. "Sometimes she's a pain in the 
ass, too."

"Kids can be that," I said. "My daughter's a handful."

"But," she says, "she's gotten a lot better since she 
started hangin' around with you an' your daughter. 

School. Grades're better."

"Yeah. She showed me her report card. I work with her on 
homework sometimes."

"Well, what I'm sayin' is that Steve an' I appreciate 
it. Just wanted to tell you. Sometimes I feel like I 
don't pay enough attention to her, but with the baby an' 
a new husband and all, well..."

"Oh, don't worry about it. You do what you can. Kids 
usually manage to live through it and turn out okay. 
Haley's always been easy for me to deal with. Reminds me 
of my little sister." Except I and my little sister 
weren't fucking each other silly every chance we got, 
but I didn't say that part.

"Well, we appreciate it. But if she's ever too much 
trouble, send her home."

I got brave. "Oh, she's no trouble. She could live 
here."

And her stepdad Steve came over one day. I was working 
on the lawn mower. Steve was holding his beer can. "Hey, 
bud," he says, "Need help?"

"Hey, Steve. Nah. Got it one more time. Gonna get a new 
one next year. You're working a lot, I see."

"Yeah, they lettin' me run a crew now. Full time. 
Overtime. Steady. It's good money. Not that engineer 
money, but good for a redneck welder."

"Uh-huh. Glad to hear it, Steve. You're gonna need a 
vacation before long."

"Yeah," he said. "Hey. Haley's coming over here a lot."

Uh-oh. Here goes. "Yeah. She started hanging out with my 
daughter. Sometimes she comes over for homework help. Or 
to borrow a movie. Deena's got all the current ones an' 
half the time they end up over here."

"Well, bud," he said, "I 'preciate you doin' all that. 
She's a pure pain to me sometimes. I don't know how to 
handle her an' I want her mom to stay happy, you know 
what I mean?"

"Marie said she was a handful, too. I guess since she 
doesn't live here, she's always nice as pie."

"Guess so. But since you started kinda watchin' her, 
she's leveled out a bunch. I appreciate it a lot. But if 
she's ever a bother, just send her home."

"Oh, hell, Steve, she's okay here any time. Reminds me 
of my little sister. If I was married, I'd adopt her." 
Mighty brave of me.

"Don't speak too soon, Bill. There's times I'd give you 
a six-pack just to take her."

And life went on. February came. It was cold outside and 
I was unloading stuff from my van when Steve's pickup 
truck rolled into his driveway. 

He waved as he got out. "Hey, Bill, ya got a minute?"

"Sure," I said. "What's up?"

"Me an' Marie's wanting to go to one of them NASCAR 
weekends but I don't think we should take Haley out of 
school, and she hates the motor home." 

I thought how she didn't hate it when she sneaked me 
inside one day for a quickie. 

"Is there any way you could, like, watch Haley for a few 
days?"

"What dates? I have to check on my work schedule."

"So you're, like, okay with it?"

"If I can swing it with work."

"Good," he said. "I wouldn't ask, but when we talked 
about her staying with her aunt an' uncle, she said she 
could stay with you and your daughter. She really likes 
you." Pause. "Uh, an' your daughter."

"Gee, that's nice. I'll let you know tomorrow."

The next day I told them I could do it. They were 
planning on leaving on a Thursday and coming back late 
the following Monday. I eyeballed the beat-up motor home 
they were taking, and figuring the chances that it would 
make the trip. That thought proved to be prophetic.

***

Three weeks later, they left. They thought I was going 
to go pick up my daughter to stay with Haley. I wasn't. 
Haley wanted me to herself and the games she wanted to 
play weren't the kind that dads played with daughters.

And play we did. By Saturday our common ailments were 
raw lips and sore genitalia, so our sex became gentler, 
but we didn't stop. I think my little princess pumped a 
gallon of come out of me and I drank half of it out of 
her pussy. We watched movies. We played games. We 
talked. We rode around the countryside. And we loved 
each other.

Monday came. Nobody drove in next door. And Tuesday. I 
began to worry. I figured I'd get a phone call about 
them being stranded on the road with that rattletrap of 
a motor home. What I didn't expect was what happened 
next.

A knock on the door. I answered. Haley was in the 
background, thankfully fully dressed. She recognized the 
lady at the door. "Aunt Becky! Hi!"

Aunt Becky didn't look like she was happy. "Haley, I 
need to talk to Mr. Bill." 

How did Aunt Becky know my name? I found out.

"Mr. Bill," she said, "Marie left us your name in case 
something happened. I lost the note so I didn't have 
your phone number. I got bad news." Her eyes were way 
past the "They're broke down in Alabama" stage. "There's 
been a wreck." She shook.

"Bad?" I asked.

Her shoulders shook. Marie was her sister. "Dead. Both 
of them. An' the baby. Funeral in a couple of days."

"Oh, my god. I'm sorry. Becky, is it?"

"Mmm-hmm," she sobbed. I gave her a hug. It was purely a 
sympathy hug. She was almost her sister's twin, right 
down to the reek of tobacco smoke.

"I came to see about Haley. Is she okay here?"

"Yeah, sure. As long as she needs to be here, she can 
stay. I have a daughter." And the daughter was a hundred 
miles away right now. Her mom had moved. But it was a 
good cover.

"We need to tell her."

"Yeah. Can I be there? You think that would be okay?"

"Sure," said Becky. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure. But she might not want to stay here, you 
know." 

It could happen. We were getting ready to drop a big 
bomb in little Haley's life. I couldn't imagine how she 
would react.

We went in. Haley knew something bad was up. When she 
found out the news, she broke down. She hugged her Aunt 
Becky and sobbed.

Finally Becky held Haley at arm's length. "Sugar," she 
said, "do you want to come home with me, or do you want 
to stay with Mr. Bill for a while."

Haley looked at me through teary eyes. "Can I stay here, 
Mr. Bill? I'll be good an' help around the house, okay?"

"Haley, you can stay here as long as you need, okay, 
baby?"

Becky sounded relieved when she said, "Honey, we can go 
to your house and get you some more clothes and stuff 
for school. You have a house key, don't you?"

Haley nodded. They went and came back with a grocery bag 
of clothes and a pair of shoes. 

Becky stayed at the door as Haley went inside.

"I'll fix her up in the spare bedroom, Becky. She's good 
here. I'll get her off in the morning and give her a key 
so she can come in after school." Haley was standing at 
the door to the living room. She coughed.

Becky continued, "I don't know about the rest of the 
arrangements and stuff. I'll let you know as soon as I 
find out, okay?" Becky left.

I held Haley. Quiet. Then she looked at me. "What?" I 
asked.

She said, "You said, "I'll get her off every morning." 
And I almost choked."

We did the funeral. Sad. I hurt for Haley. 


-= Chapter Four =-

Becky called to see if she could come over. A little 
while later I heard the knock on my door.

Sitting on the sofa, she asked Haley to let us talk 
alone. After Haley left, she said, "Insurance paid off 
the house and Haley's the only heir. She's gonna get a 
chunk of insurance money. But there's something strange 
I need to talk to you about."

What's that?" I asked.

"Marie and Steve left a kind of a will. Lawyer says it's 
mostly legal."

"Yeah?"

"Well, this part ain't like binding, or anything, but 
they said in their will that they wanted YOU to raise 
Haley. Wanted us to ask you."

If I hadn't been sitting, I would have hit the floor. As 
it was, I fell back against the back of the sofa. 

"What?!?!?"

"Here's a copy. Says right here, if you're willing, 
Haley should stay with you."

I read it.

"Me an' my husband are next of kin, so if you don't do 
it, she comes to us, an' we're not in the best of shape. 
Haley might have told you. Her money'd help, but it's in 
a trust or something and you're named conservator 
whether she stays with you or not. The lawyer says you 
control where the money goes."

"Yeah, that's the way that works. Becky, Haley's like my 
own. She can stay here if she wants."

Becky sighed. "She wants. I've talked to her. You need 
to go see this lawyer and sign some papers and stuff."

"Okay."

"Haley," she called, "Come in here."

Haley dutifully appeared. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Haley," Becky said, "Your mom and Steve wanted you to 
stay with Mr. Bill if you want and if he wants to keep 
you. He said it's okay with him.'

Haley looked at me, a smile beginning to bend the 
corners of her mouth. "Thank you, Mr. Bill," she said, 
demurely.

Becky continued, "Now Mr. Bill is going to be your 
guardian and he has control of the insurance money from 
your Mom and Steve. The house is yours, too. But you're 
still my niece, and we want to see you, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Haley. She hugged her aunt and once 
more the enormity of the loss of her family wracked her 
body in sobs. 

Aunt Becky patted her. "It'll be all right, hon. Mr. 
Bill is a nice man. He'll take good care of you."

Becky left me a business card for a lawyer. The next day 
I took off work to go see him, signing a pile of papers, 
and found myself a legal guardian. Driving home I 
contemplated if my crime had gone from pedophilia to 
incest.

I was sitting at home when Haley got off the bus and 
walked in. "Hi, sweetie," I said. "How was school?"

"Same stuff. I couldn't wait to get home, though."

"Are you okay?"

"Sure, Bill. We need to talk, though."

I wasn't sure where this was leading. "What do you want 
to talk about?"

"Us." She shook her bangs out of her eyes. I remembered 
that now I had to take her to get a haircut or whatever 
it was that young girls got.

She continued, "Remember when I said I loved you and you 
said you loved me? An' I said 'forever'?"

"Of course I remember."

"Still mean it?"

"Do you?"

She looked at me, eyes trusting and innocent. "Yes." 
Pause "I do."

"Are you sure, Haley? I mean, things just changed. If I 
need to be a dad here, then I need to know that. 

If I still get to be Haley's love, like I was, I need to 
know that, too."

She went to her knees on the sofa beside me and her arms 
went around my neck. "I don't want anything to change, 
except to get better. I love you the way I always loved 
you." She kissed me. Then started on my neck. Leaving a 
hickey.

"Haley!"

"Yes, Bill,?"

"We need to have a serious talk."

"Ooooo, okay! Then we can fuck?"

"Stop using that word. It's not nice for little girls."

"Okay. But I want to. You know."

"Okay. But let's talk. You're living here full time now. 
It's kind of strange, but it's got to look as normal as 
we can make it. You have to keep your own bedroom and 
use it for stuff, so if somebody comes over, it'll look 
like Haley's bedroom."

"But we can still sleep together, right?"

"Of course, little love. Except when Deena is here. Then 
you're my adopted daughter, or whatever. And at school. 
And in public any time. I'm gonna go down there tomorrow 
and show them the papers and get MY name put on all your 
stuff."

"Hee-hee... Okay! I can do all that."

"And listen, precious angel, here's something else. 
We're full time now, almost like married people."

"Ooooo, I know," she sparkled.

"Yeah, you know, but I've BEEN married, and even if you 
think somebody loves you today, tomorrow they may not. 
But we're NOT married, I'm your guardian. And that's 
kind of strange."

"Oh, Bill, I'll never stop loving you."

"I believe you, baby, but even if we love each other, we 
may get mad. And you can't run home. This IS home."

"Uh-huh."

"So we need to cherish each other and sometimes 
recognize that the other might not be having an easy day 
or week and my need some understanding, and that we love 
each other underneath words, okay? Even though harsh 
words may come, we still love each other, okay?"

"Bill, you've never said a harsh word around me."

"You've never lived with me full time, baby."

"Okay, dear Bill." She said. "Now, your Haley needs 
holding."

"And no more hickeys."

Giggle. "I had to give you one. You never gave me one."

I scooped her up, carried her into the bedroom and gave 
her a hickey right above her right nipple. And we made 
love. Gently. Then hard. Then in the afterglow, we fit 
together, kissing and hugging.

"I love you, Bill."

"I love you, Haley."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

The next day I went to Haley's school. I presented the 
court papers to the staff and explained things as we 
changed notification numbers and everything like that. I 
had already filed copies of the papers with my employer 
that morning so she was on my insurance. I did all the 
things to make Haley mine. Except she was thirteen (now) 
and I was thirty years older. It was near the end of the 
school day so I had them call Haley out of her last 
class to go home with me.

I watched as she walked up the hall to the office. When 
she saw me, her step took an extra spring and she 
smiled. We walked to my van. Her books went in the back 
seat. 

"Take the long way home," she said.

"Why?"

"Just go down some back roads, okay?" there was mischief 
in her eyes.

I knew a looping country road. I took it. I looked. She 
was slipping out of her seat belt. "Put your seat belt 
back on!"

"Nuh-uh," she said. She laid across the seat and her 
hands went to my fly. "Hmmm. A puzzle." Zip. "Oh, I 
solved it. I can get the prize now!" She retrieved my 
dick with her fingertips. It hardened as she got it out. 
"What have we here? Oh! A mushroom! I just LOVE 
mushrooms!" And her head bobbed downward.

"Haley! You're gonna make me wreck!"

"Then stop for a couple of minutes. I can make this 
happen!" She looked at me and grinned lustily. I pulled 
off on the shoulder and she went to work on me. My 
little Haley may never be the world's greatest blow-job 
artist, but I do know that she has complete mastery of 
how one dick works: mine. In my lap a symphony of lips 
and teeth and tongue and hands was going one and it 
wasn't long before her efforts brought me to climax. She 
sucked me dry. Every spurt she got, and then she sucked 
me gently until I was soft, then smiling innocently, she 
tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped me up. 
"There," she said, patting my fly. "That was good!"

I sighed, "Yes, darlin', it was. I owe you one."

"Two," she giggled. I got an 'A" on a math test. I want 
TWO!" And we drove home so I could work off my debt.

Supper was delivery pizza. I didn't feel bad about this. 
Apparently my little darling would eat it seven days a 
week. We cleared off the table and tidied up the 
kitchen, then showered together, a feat that left me 
with the cleanest dick and balls on the planet. Outside 
the shower, we toweled off at opposite ends of the 
bathroom and then she sat while I brushed and dried her 
hair.

"We need to get you a haircut, dearie," I said. "I don't 
even know who to call, much less what to ask for."

"I know the lady who's been doing it. We can call her. 
And get her to do the same thing. Is that okay?"

"Works for me. I just thought girls like to change 
things up sometimes."

"Maybe. But not now. I'm kind of used to this one."

"Me too." I finished brushing. She tossed her head, her 
hair fresh and shiny and sassy. She stood and I wrapped 
her in my arms from behind, pulling her back into me. 
She wiggled and giggled and my dick responded quickly.

"There you go again," she said. "Let's get in bed."

Like I was going argue with that suggestion. She rolled 
backward into the bed and held her arms out for me. I 
crawled in between her thighs and planted a kiss on her 
pubic mound, her 'muffin', we called it. 

She cooed, "Ooooo, come kiss me, baby!" I moved up to 
kiss her, resting my weight on my knees and arms. Her 
arms pulled on me to lay on her. "Sometimes I just want 
you to press on me," she said. I felt her lithe body 
wiggle underneath me as she slid down, then lips and 
teeth fastened onto my nipple. She giggled. "Found 
something."

I held her in my arms and rolled onto my back, carrying 
my lover with me. She took advantage of her position to 
spread her legs and straddle me. Her wet pussy trapped 
my dick in between her and my belly and she started 
riding it back and forth. My hands wandered up and down 
her body, savoring her with my touch as she worked her 
little clit on the underside of my dick. I knew she was 
happy doing this, and I also knew that a happy Haley was 
a Good Thing that paid dividends. I curled upward to 
envelope one of her nipples with my mouth. She dropped a 
hand behind my head to hold me there, a sign that this 
was something she wanted. I kept after her hard little 
nipple with sucks and light nibbles I knew to make her 
happy.

She released my head and I fell backward onto my pillow. 
She leaned forward from sitting almost vertical and 
placed her hands on my chest, supporting herself at an 
angle with extended arms. Eyes closed. Biting her bottom 
lip. Nostrils flaring. Wait for it. Wait. And then 
"Nnnnnnn. Bill! Nnnnnn!. Ahhhhh!" My Haley was coming, 
rubbing herself to orgasm on my dick. "Nnnnnnn... 
ohgodohgodohgod! Hahhhhhhhhh!" Her body shuddered and 
the bold motions of her hips turned to little wiggles 
and she pushed her clit on my dick to prolong her 
climax. Finally she fell on top of me into my waiting 
arms and I held her against me and kissed the top of her 
sweet-smelling head. "mmmmmm. I love you, Bill...." 

We drifted together for a while in sweet embrace, the 
only movement from her was her breathing, and me 
caressing her magical body with my hands. Finally, a 
deep breath. "Bill?"

"Yes, baby?"

"You know, I've been reading in history an' stuff."

"Yeah?"

"I was reading how it used to be that they thought a 
girl was old enough to get married once she started 
having her periods."

"Yeah, I know, baby. That's the way it was a long time 
ago. Still is, in some countries."

"I have periods."

"I know. I'm the guy who has to go buy tampons, 
remember?"

"Can we get married?"

I wasn't too surprised. After all, how much of a leap 
was it in her mind from "I love you" to "I love you 
forever" to "Let's get married."? 

"Sweetie," I said, "not in this country. First, with 
your parents' consent, in this state you STILL have to 
be seventeen. And second, I'm the one who'd have to give 
consent, and I don't think they'll let me consent to you 
marrying me."

"Oh." She took a breath while she thought. "That sucks."

"That's the way it is. Keeps some groups from forcing 
children to marry old men and stuff."

"Oh. But even if I WANT to marry you?"

"The state says that when you're thirteen, you're not 
mature enough to decide that."

"Do you think I'm mature enough? To decide, I mean?"

"Most of the time I do. I guess I'm not supposed to, but 
I think so. I just worry that one day you're gonna be 
walking into class and some boy your age is gonna catch 
your eye and I'm gonna go from the love of your life to 
the old guy whose house you live at."

"Oh, Bill," she cried, "That's NEVER gonna happen. 
Never."

"Okay," I answered. "I believe you. You're kind of 
everything in my life, you know. I love you, little 
one." I kissed the top of her head and was rewarded with 
a sensuous wiggle.

"So we can't get married," she said, "right now."

I caught onto the "right now" and filed it into my "one 
day" stack. "No, baby, we can't, I'm afraid."

"If we could, would you? I mean, really?"

I thought for the briefest of time about other options, 
going back to searching and chasing women my own age and 
finding enough baggage with each of them to load a 
truck, and I reflected on this wondrous little creature 
laying on my chest, innocent, perfect, and by her own 
admission, mine. "Yes, Haley, I do believe I would. I 
would."

This rewarded me with yet another wiggle. She turned her 
face toward me. "So, another thing I learned..."

"What?"

"In the olden days, people didn't have to go to a church 
or a judge to be married. They just said they're 
married."

"Yeah, I know about that, too. They'd announce to the 
community that they were married and everybody accepted 
it. Sometimes when a preacher or a judge came around, 
they'd make it official. Sometimes not."

"Yeah. I read that. We could do that."

"What? If we announced we were married tomorrow, I'd be 
in jail before sundown and you'd be in a home for 
unfortunate girls. I'd go to prison, and I could NEVER 
see you again."

"I don't mean we tell anybody else. We tell each other. 
Like now." She gazed directly into my eyes. I read her 
thoughts. More, though, I think I read her heart.

"Haley, I, Bill, make you my beloved wife from now until 
the end of time."

Her smile was sublime and love filled her eyes. "I, 
Haley, take you, Bill, to be my husband from now until 
the end of time." She kissed me to seal our vow.

"But we can't tell the world. I want to. That sucks." 
She grinned. "But then, so do I." She giggled. How about 
our first married fuck?"

"Haley!" I chided, "Stop using that word. It's NOT 
nice."

She laughed. "It fits sometimes. I mean, sometimes, 
like, we make love and it's soft and sweet an' stuff, 
an' sometimes I just want to get you in me an' make us 
both come our brains out, an' I think THAT'S fucking, 
but it's okay for you an' me to fuck sometimes, because 
the other times we make love, okay?"

"But," I sad, "since we're married, don't you think our 
first one should be making love?"

"Yeah, okay, husband," and she smiled and kissed me. 
"I'm ready." She rolled off me and onto her side, facing 
me. Her hand immediately went to my dick, grasping 
lightly, expertly, sliding the skin up and down my 
shaft.

"Mmmmmm," I said, "you know exactly how to touch me."

"'cause this is MINE," she said. In a quick twist her 
mouth was on my dick and her tongue was swirling over 
the head. It was her turn to go "Mmmmm." Breathe. "I 
love your dick in my mouth." Suck. "Mmmmm."

"I wanna taste you, Haley." This brought me a little 
pussy in my face as she sat back to let my tongue 
penetrate her moist lips. "Mmmmmm."

"I feel that all the way to my toes," she gasped.

"So you tell me." She did. Almost every time. And I 
found that if I lowered the frequency of my moans, she 
felt it even better. So I dropped an octave. "Mmmmmmmm."

"Ahhhh, Bill!" She flipped around and I stared up her 
naked body to her face looking down at me. Two hands 
gripped my head, pulling me face-first into her moist 
pussy. I lapped and sucked happily as she spasmed. 
"Mmmnnnnnnn! Oh. Bill! Right. There!"

I knew exactly where "there" was and my tongue curved to 
cup the shaft of her little clit and I sucked it into my 
mouth.

"Nnnnn. Yes. Ohgodohgodogod! Ahhhhhhh! Billll! I'm. 
comingggggg!" And she did. She didn't gush juice. It 
just FLOWED. And I drank. I didn't get it all.

Her next move was a slide down my chest where her wet 
pussy met the head of my dick and slid right over it, 
enveloping me in incredible warmth and wetness. She 
looked at me with love and lust and started pumping me 
in and out of her. Her motions were more back and forth, 
and I added the up and down component instinctively.

She arched her back to bring her clit to bear at the 
base of my dick on each stroke. "Nnnnn. Bill! Do. 

Me. Hard. Nnnn."

"Ohhhhh, my sweet Haley baby. I'm close."

"Do. Me. Hard." I did. As our pelvises met, I could feel 
the push of her cervix against the head of my dick. I 
was that deep. Or I was perfectly matched for the 
angelic form working me over in lust. "Nnnnnnghhhh!" 
Push. Twist. Nnnnnnngghh! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! 
Babyyyyyyy! Auugghhhh!"

The last was almost a scream as she rammed her pussy 
down over my dick. I exploded. "Mmmmmmm...gaahhhhh! 
Haley! Ngghhhh!" Squirt! "Ngghhh!" I augmented each 
successive spurt with a hip thrust. Not a big one, just 
a small one, and I felt her pussy walls rippling and 
milking me dry. Her own climax passed and she collapsed 
into my arms, burying her face into my chest. 

"Mmmmm, honey, I LIKE being married...."

I kissed my angel. "Me, too, angel. I love you."

"Mmmmm. I love you too." Her hand slipped between us. 
"We've got a mess, lover." She moved. "I can take care 
of MY part." She slid around and began sucking and 
lapping our combined juices off my dick and balls where 
it had flowed out of us. She simultaneously presented me 
with the sopping pussy that minutes before had been the 
center of the entire universe. We both had fun cleaning 
up. It was better than wet sheets or a harsh towel. 
Finally she turned around and kissed and licked the 
remnants off my face.

Finally we lay on our sides facing each other. I slowly 
ran my hand down her back, feeling, caressing, DREAMING 
her body with my fingertips.

***

Two days later we again faced that 'period' thing. Haley 
became a little more emotional than her normal 
levelheadedness. I think she studied harder, but I could 
be wrong. My Haley was an "A" student. And she worried 
about me.

"I'm like, BROKEN," she said, the first time she had a 
period while living with me. "I can't DO anything."

"Oh, don't worry, honey," I said. I can live without 
THAT. I just can't live without YOU. You can still hug."

She hugged.

"And some people do it even when the girl is on her 
period."

"Yuck, no way."

So I scratched "doing it during her period" off my 
list."I was just offering, Sweetie," I said. "It's not 
particularly pleasant for the guy, either."

"You've done it with a girl having a period?" she looked 
at me.

"Yeah," I answered. "A couple of times. It's messy."

"Did you come?"

"Yeah. But it's not something that I HAVE to do, you 
know."

"Hmmm," she said. "I just think it would be yucky. But 
if you REALLY need to be inside me."

"Sweetie," I said, "this is US. I want to be inside you 
because it's YOU and what YOU want. If you don't want 
something, I'm not going to twist your arm."

This got me a hug and a kiss. She smiled. "But my mouth 
and hands still work."

"Sweetie," I said, "That would be selfish of me."

"How? D'ya think I don't LIKE sucking you? 'Cause I do, 
you know. A lot."

"But you don't come."

"So you'll OWE me. I like it when you pay me back." She 
giggled. 

We bathed separately that night. When I left the 
bathroom I found her kneeling in the middle of the bed 
wearing nothing but her panties.

"You know, I was thinking..."

"What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I never saw your stuff come out. 
You told me that you could do that with your hand or I 
could do that with my hand. I wanna do that to you."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously! Lay down." She pushed me backwards onto the 
bed then sat on my legs with her hands on my dick and 
smiled. "I can still suck you, too, but I wanna watch it 
come out." She slid down my legs and my dick disappeared 
into the heaven that is her mouth. I caressed the curly 
brown head pleasuring me.

"Mmmmmm! I do love your mouth."

"My mouth loves your dick. All of me loves all of you." 
She sat back, a purposeful look on her face. 

"So!" she said, "How do we do this?"

"Baby, you don't need lessons. You get me close all the 
time with those hands. Just stroke it like you do." She 
gripped me lightly and began to slide her hand and my 
skin up and down. "Like that! Ooooohhhh!"

She stroked me with her right hand, her left kneading 
and tugging at my sack, my balls moving easily beneath 
her fingers. The feeling was exquisite. Occasionally her 
right hand moved to the head and swirled over it. Pre-
cum oozed and she smeared the head and swirled some 
more. And kept jacking. 

My pelvis began to surge rhythmically, uncontrollable.

"My Bill's dick is HAPPY," she teased. "He's rockin'." 
She kept on.

"Nnnnnngghh! Haley!"

"Look at all the JUICE!" The head of my dick was 
flooding pre-cum. It was flowing down the shaft where it 
slicked her hand, further intensifying the feelings. 
"Come for me, Bill!"

My hips rose off the bed to engage her hands. 
"Oooohhhhh! Haley! My baby! 

Mmmmm...oooowwww!" The first spurt of semen must've gone 
three feet straight up. 

"NNNNNNNNGGHHHH! The second landed on my chest. 

She was laughing with glee. "Look at THAT!" She felt the 
pulsations of my dick and timed her strokes. The third 
leapt out and landed on my belly, then successive 
strokes made a fountain of thick semen flow down my dick 
and over her fingers. "Look at all that!" She released 
my dick and her cum-covered fingers went to her waiting 
mouth. "There's so much! I had no idea! No wonder I have 
to swallow so many times."

I was still in another universe when she decided to 
drink up the semen all over my belly and dick and balls. 
Soft lips and tongue sucked and licked me clean. She sat 
back on her knees. "You owe me one," she announced. 

By the time her period was over, I owed her six.

Life became almost idyllic. I don't know of many people 
who became so compatible living under the same roof, but 
we were. Household chores we shared. I did the heavy, 
nasty things, and if I was tired, hot and sweaty, she 
knew it and met me with a cold drink and then paid extra 
attention to me in the bath. It was great.

She was headed towards finishing out her school year on 
the honors list.

We slept blissfully, happily together, getting used to 
each other in bed at night and the most wonderful times 
of all were waking up together on mornings when school 
or work didn't call us. Magic was how I felt waking up 
with the sun starting to glow in the window, seeing her 
little form molded against me still asleep. Sometimes I 
watched her for an hour, waiting for the first stirrings 
of her awakening, then kissed her to consciousness.

If she woke up first, well, I don't know if she laid in 
bed staring at me, but I do know that having a warm, 
happy mouth sucking on our dick is a great way to enter 
a day. Matter of fact, we often spent the first five 
minutes after the alarm went off in a sweet sixty-nine. 
And more than a few days had me off to work with a 
drained dick. My little lover knew what it was like to 
go to school with the last drops of come dripping into 
her panties, too.

The weekends Deena came over, though, Haley was good 
little adopted daughter, attentive, obedient, proper. 
And when I brought Deena home, Haley always rode in the 
back seat. After Deena was left at her mom's, though, 
Haley was in the front seat and as soon as we hit the 
highway, she delighted in pulling my dick out to play 
naughtily. 

One time, though, instead of her usual jeans or shorts, 
she was wearing a skirt. When I left Deena at her mom's, 
Haley hopped into the front seat beside me and stripped 
her panties out from under her skirt. As we drove, she 
captured my hand and guided it to her moistening pussy. 
"I miss you, ya know."

I looked at her. "Me, too, little love." I slowly 
massaged her pussy. 

She fought briefly with my fly and won. Her hand was on 
my dick, stroking its hard shaft. She slid sideways away 
from me and her head 

bobbed between my stomach and the steering wheel and she 
sucked me. 

"Mmmmmmm!" I said. "Stop that! I'm gonna drive off the 
road!"

She sat up and giggled. "hee-hee! Pull in that rest stop 
up ahead."

It was almost empty and we pulled in the empty back row. 
"Slide over here," she commanded. I slid.

"Pull your pants down. I don't want your zipper to hurt 
me." I raised my ass and slid my pants down, freeing my 
dick. She straddled me, facing me and impaled herself on 
my erection. Her eyes twinkled. "I know you're nervous. 
Quickie, okay?"

I had a thirteen year old girl speared on my dick in a 
public place and I had no more control than a falling 
leaf. "Okay," I gasped. She kissed me full on the lips, 
our tongues meeting, and her hips were off to the races.

"This is for you, baby," she said, then she started 
working her ass in earnest.

"Ahhh, baby," I threw my head back. "Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm."

She was working it. And it got to her. "Nnnn. Oh, Bill. 
Nnnn. We're gonna do it. Mmmm. Ohhhh." 

Wet slurping sounds came from our junction. "Ohh. 
Unnnhhh. Bill. I'm. Coming!"

I met her spasm with one of my own. As she rode her 
climax, I spurted jet after jet of hot come into her. 

Finally we untangled and she grabbed a handful of 
tissues to sop up the ooze of our juices from her pussy. 
I struggled to pull up my own pants and I don't think I 
was really seeing straight when we pulled out of the 
rest stop and back on the road.

"So, lover," she asked, "What are we gonna do when Deena 
comes to stay for two weeks this summer?"

I thought about that for a short time, all the while 
caressing her neck as we drove.

"I don't know," I said. "There's no way we could even 
begin to get away with her finding out. Not until you're 
seventeen."

Haley snorted, "An' I don't think she would keep a 
secret if she did find out."

"Nope," I said. "She tells her mom everything that goes 
on while she's here. I get to hear it thrown back at me 
all the time." Deena's mom, my ex, liked to blame me for 
everything that ever went wrong on the planet.
 

-= Chapter Five =-
	
Less than a month before the end of the school year and 
life was pretty good, really. My Haley was comfortable 
living with me. I had to make some changes. 

She wasn't one of those "mall rat" types, but I had to 
familiarize myself with shopping for clothes with a 
young girl. We did a good job of this. I imagined we 
were pretty convincing as a dad and his daughter. Haley 
wasn't a trend-setter. I was quite happy to see her 
choose clothes that were conservative, tasteful (in my 
dinosaur opinion) and that let her happy, natural 
attractiveness shine through.

Dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans, shorts, these were no 
problem. Panties and bras, that WAS a problem.

The bra thing. Haley wasn't going to be big in the titty 
department, and I didn't mind that a bit. But she was 
heading from A-cup into the B-cup range and I had to go 
with her to buy bras. You don't want to do this with a 
teenage girl who'd just spent the night before in your 
bed and with whom you're trying to maintain a bit of 
respectability.

She played the "Daddy" angle. As in, "Daddy, do you 
think THIS one will look pretty on me?" while holding up 
some little bit of lace and elastic. It was worse with 
panties. I thought I'd have to strangle her as she 
dragged out one pair after another, hip-huggers, 
bikinis. little girl prints, solid colors, and her eyes 
were teasing as her little girl voice asked questions 
that would be completely innocent if it weren't for the 
fact that I knew what they'd look like covering that 
sweet, juicy little pussy of hers.

So we walked out of the mall with me carrying a couple 
of bags.

"Haley, my sweet, you're like the biggest tease I've 
ever known."

She looked at me as we were walking, brown eyes 
twinkling. "Uh, Bill, it's not teasing when you're 
planning on finishing things off."

"No," I said, "It is teasing when we have a forty minute 
drive home."

We got to my mini-van, parked a way off the heavily-
trafficked lanes. We enjoyed the walk on this fine 
spring day. I unlocked the van and deposited the bags in 
the rear hatch as Haley got in. As I was closing the 
hatch, Haley said, "Come see..."

I walked over to her side door. It was still open and 
she was turned sideways in the door. "Look," she said, 
pulling the hem of her skirt up.

I swallowed. There, thighs spread, a thirteen year old 
panty-less pussy in front of me. She grinned 
lasciviously. "And I'm still not teasing," she said 
sweetly. "Want a little taste?"

"Haley! We're gonna get caught!"

"Awwww, just give me ONE little kiss on my pussy. 
Please?"

How could I refuse? What had I created? I squatted 
beside the van and leaned in between her thighs and gave 
her a languorous sucking licking kiss. "Okay," I said, 
standing up. I started to step back and her fingers 
hooked my belt.

"My turn," she said, her nimble fingers unzipping my 
slacks. Two seconds later I felt cool spring air on my 
exposed dick as she dragged it out, then the cool air 
was replaced by her warm breath and then mouth, lips and 
tongue. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. Her tongue made several 
laps around my dick and the she released me with a soft 
little popping noise and stuffed my now hard dick back 
into my pants. "Now, THAT wasn't teasing, THAT was 
PROMISING! Let's go home!" She turned primly forward in 
her seat and I faked a limp around to the driver's seat, 
nervously surveying our surroundings to see if anyone 
might have observed our little interlude.

"You're gonna get me thrown in jail, Haley!"

"Oh, Bill, I love doin' stuff with you, an' sometimes 
it's just exciting to do stuff like this. An' I looked 
to make sure nobody was even close around us."

"Yeah, but baby, all it takes is ONE time for us to get 
caught and I'm going to jail. So let's not do this 
again. Okay?"

"Okay, baby. But you LIKED it, huh!" Her eyes sparkled 
with exuberant life.

"Yeah. I Liked it. But that doesn't mean we do it 
again."

She said, "Okay." Sheepishly. "You're not mad at me, are 
you, Bill?"

I glanced from the road as I drove, regarding her face, 
those brown, doe-like eyes. "No, baby, I'm not mad. It's 
just that sometimes I get scared. My life has been so 
good with you for the last few months I never want it to 
end, especially in a way that would tear us apart like 
getting caught could." Looking at the road, I continued, 
"I love you, you know."

"I love you too, Bill," she said simply.

"Then let's go find some lasagna for supper, THEN go 
home."

Giggle. "Lasagna's no substitute for us making love, 
Bill. But it'll do for supper."

Supper was good. My Haley was polite and well-mannered 
in public and private, and we enjoyed our meals, talking 
about her school year nearing its end and our plans for 
summer. We drove home to the sounds of classical music 
from the local public radio station, arriving at dark.

I couldn't wait to get her inside the house. I dropped 
two handfuls of shopping bags on the floor and scooped 
her into my arms. "Come here, little darlin'," I said, 
kissing her full on the mouth. My tongue ran into hers.

"He-he," she giggled. "I guess I need to prove I wasn't 
teasing, huh?"

"You don't have to prove anything." Then I jerked 
involuntarily as her fingers grasped the outline of my 
dick through my slacks.

"You know," she said, "I like getting you all excited 
like that. I think it makes us extra passionate when we 
finally get to do it."

I liked Haley's ideas about "doing it." And her ideas 
about getting me all excited, too. Like driving. She was 
always up for fondling me while we were on the open 
road. I know about "distracted driving", people. It's 
difficult to be more distracted than having a thirteen 
year old girl dragging your dick out when you're 
driving. Sometimes I had to pull over into the right 
lane and slow down. Sometimes not. 

One day I was driving, Haley was kneeling in the seat, 
her head in my lap, sucking happily and I heard the 
blast of an air horn. A trucker was waving and giving me 
a thumbs up sign. He was getting a show. It was more of 
a show than normal, because Haley was in one of her 
skirts and was without panties and her bare ass was in 
the air showing that delightful little ass of hers. 
Fortunately it's difficult to determine that the girl 
administering a highway blowjob with her bare ass in the 
air is only thirteen.

But tonight we were home. She was in my arms. I was in 
hers. Breaking our lips apart, she smiled sweetly. "You 
need to let me try on my new stuff," she said.

"Okay," I said. "After we shower." That got me a giggle 
and a little sweetie running up the hall stripping off 
clothes.

We took a long shower. Really long. I was thinking that 
I needed a water heater upgrade. No, actually I wasn't 
thinking that. I was thinking how wonderful this girl's 
body was, wet, slick with lather, my hands exploring as 
I bathed her, then accepting the rain of sensory 
delights as she returned the favor. We rinsed and 
stepped out. Big fluffy towels came out and we dried 
off, assisting each other, then she sat bare-assed naked 
on a stool and let me dry her hair for her. It was 
something I liked to do, and part of it was that when we 
finished, she was so sexy with that short brown hair 
cut, her bangs hovering above the bright brown eyes.

She stood up. I stared.

"You're staring," she said.

"I know. I guess I always will. You're beautiful to me. 
And I love you. And seeing you is a delight to my eyes 
and my heart."

She purred as she moved to hug me. We went back into the 
living room, both naked. After all, it was OUR home, and 
we could do what we wanted. Most evenings after 
showering, we ended up nude. This was our life together.

She started going through a shopping bag and pulled out 
one of her new bras. "Wanna see it?" she giggled.

"Sure," I said. I mean, pure, unclothed Haley was an 
absolute delight to me, but she was also a cutie in 
anything she wore, so I sat back on the sofa to enjoy 
any show she might have in mind.

She pulled out a pair of powder blue bikini panties and 
slipped into them in front of me. She stood up, rested 
her weight on one foot and cocked the other and stood 
looking at me. And smiled. And she bit her bottom lip a 
little and then stepped toward me with her new bra in 
her hands.

"Here," she said. "Help me into this thing."

Haley was just starting to wear bras regularly as her 
breasts budded. I'd been intimately familiar with her 
anatomy for almost a whole year now and I reflected on 
the first day I saw her titties through a transparently 
wet t-shirt, when there was only the slightest of 
swellings behind virginal pink nipples. Puberty was 
working magic on my Haley though, and we were past the 
training bra and into "A" cup stage now. With her slight 
frame, I was hoping that she'd stop at a small "B", 
maybe. I helped her into her new bra and moulded it over 
her firm young breasts. She turned so I could connect 
the two hooks in the back and then she spun around 
smiling at me.

I regarded her. She didn't NEED a bra, but that was MY 
opinion. I particularly liked looking at her at random 
times and seeing those pointy little nipples poking 
against the shirt or blouse she normally wore, but I 
also knew that in public, well, if **I** was a dirty old 
man, then there were likely a few more out there, and 
there was no sense in driving them wild, too.

But I looked. What a delight! She smiled, head demurely 
down, her arms crossed. I pulled her towards me and 
kissed her chest above her new bra. This got me a little 
purr from my Haley, and a purr from Haley caused another 
kiss, above the other breast. Then I bit into her right 
breast through the cup of her bra.

"Mmmmmmm," she said. "That's the BEST thing about 
these."

"What's that, sweetie?" I asked, as I moved to the other 
breast.

"How it feels when you tease me through it..." Her hands 
pulled my face into her. As my teeth nipped through her 
cup into her firm mound my hand naturally cupped that 
other delightful mound, her pubic mound, covered 
chastely in little girl blue cotton. Sliding my 
fingertips gently between her thighs I felt the 
beginnings of wetness.

She kissed me on top of my head. I moved my hand up from 
her pubic mound to cup her breast and lightly knead it, 
then my fingertips caught the top of that cup and peeled 
it down, freeing a soft, rounded mound featuring a 
little pink areola and a nipple like a pencil eraser. 
This, we'd decided on many previous occasions, was made 
to be sucked and bitten, and I did, moaning. My first 
"mmmm" triggered the same response from her.

"And that's the other good thing," she said. "You can 
take it off and things get BETTER." With her nipple 
sucked in between my lips I reached behind her and 
unhooked her new bra. I slid the straps off her 
shoulders and she dropped her arms, letting the bra fall 
to the floor at her feet. I changed to the other 
delicious nipple for a few seconds before she pulled my 
face away with her hand under my chin. She bent down and 
kissed me on the mouth, hers open, her tongue active 
against mine. My hands cupped the thin cotton covering 
the cheeks of her firm little ass.

She pulled back from our kiss and smiled at me, sighing. 
"Mmmm, Bill..." She knelt in front of me and with both 
hands pushed me back into the sofa then bent forward 
between my legs. She didn't have to look for my dick. It 
was rigid, all six inches of it, the circumcised head 
purple with desire, and Haley above all women knew what 
to do with it. Yes she knew. In kaleidoscopic variety 
she knew. And this time it was laughing eyes and tongue 
and teeth that teased. She sucked me into her hot mouth 
and then drew back, her teeth lightly riding my shaft 
and catching on the corona.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, knowing that the vibrations drove 
me wild. Her left hand cupped my hanging balls expertly 
and closed, tugging. She did a couple of sucking, 
sliding strokes with her mouth going halfway down the 
length of my dick, then her face turned to mine, the 
head of my dick touching her bottom lip.

"Do you like my new panties?" she asked.

"I guess," I said. "I didn't get a real good look at 
them. I was checking out your new bra."

She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Then you 
need to get a good look," she said. And then she stepped 
up on the sofa, straddling me. 

That spot on the crotch of her new panties that was 
beginning to get a wet a few minutes ago? It was wet. 
Glistening wet. With the juices of my lover. I tilted my 
head back to line my mouth up with the crotch of her 
panties and pressed my open lips over the puffy cotton-
covered mound of her pussy. And sucked. And moaned, 
"Mmmmmm." I knew what that sort of vibration did to my 
Haley. Her knees bent to press against my mouth.

I sucked the wet fabric into my mouth to retrieve her 
delicious juice, then my hands went up. One hand curved 
over the rounded cheek of her fine little butt and the 
fingers of the other gently pulled aside the crotch of 
her panties, giving me access to her pink, wet lips. My 
tongue intruded, scooping out her juice and entering her 
hole. I sucked.

"Gahhhhh, Bill, I can't stand like this!" She didn't 
stand. She sat down astraddle me. Her own hands went to 
work, one hand guiding my dick, the other holding the 
crotch of her panties aside, and I entered her. She 
giggled. "Huh," she said, "these work just fine, don't 
they?" Hanging onto my shoulders with both hands, her 
butt was mobile, sliding her pussy on my dick. I was in 
heaven.

"Actually," she said, I think it would be better if 
these were off!" She got off me and slid panties down 
her thighs and onto the floor. She stepped out of them 
and got back on me. This time she needed no guidance. As 
she slid downward my dick was angled right into her 
ready little pussy. She sank me all the way into her and 
our pubic bones met. She looked right into my eyes. I 
curled downward and our lips met. And tongues. We drank 
each other, our bodies mated perfectly.

Perfect. That's what it was.

When the kiss finally ended, her head lay down on my 
chest, one hand idly playing with the hair next to her 
cheek.

"Bill," she said, in a little voice.

"Yes, my angel," I answered.

"We've been living together since February," she said. 
"Like almost five months."

"Mmm-hmmm. And..."

"And do you still love me?"

I kissed the top of her head lightly. "Haley, remember 
that "forever" word?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Every day with you is a part of forever. Why... are you 
changing YOUR mind?"

"No way, Bill."

"I worry, little darling."

"You shouldn't. My life hasn't ever been better than it 
is right now. An' today is better'n yesterday." 

She wiggled as if to remind me that all this 
conversation was going on while she was impaled on my 
dick. 

"Bill, bring me to our bed and make love with me. All 
the way. Every way."

I was happy to slowly ease up with my Haley in my arms. 
I toyed with the thought of trying to keep inside her 
and carry her to bed, but she slid off me and took my 
hand in hers as I stood up. The look of her eyes as she 
led me away, well, I don't know what it takes to make 
YOUR heart melt, but Haley made mine melt.

She crawled onto the bed on all fours, and I couldn't 
resist her butt. I buried my face in it. She squealed. I 
wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled backward, 
plopping her pussy right on my face. Naturally this left 
Haley's face right at my hard dick. Haley loves that. My 
mouth formed over her pussy and started sucking just as 
I felt her lips close over my dick. We both moaned, me 
because I got a mouthful of wonderfully salty, slippery, 
musky juice from the pussy of this delightful little 
girl, and her because her suction triggered a flow of 
pre-cum from my dick. We ate each other for some 
minutes, my tongue flicking lightly over her clit, 
running the length of her tight slit, feeling her body 
shudder with delight.

"Oh, Bill. You know the place! Do it!"

I did know the place. And I did it. And I knew it was 
working because her hips were meeting my tongue in 
frantic pounding motions and she knew she was losing 
control. She stopped sucking my dick and held it in one 
hand, tight against her cheek as I worked her towards 
climax.

"Unnnhhh.Bill. Yes! That's! It! Yeah! Nnnn! Oooooohhhhh, 
Billlll...." There was one final tense lunge of her 
pubes against my face and then she collapsed with me 
still licking upward between her thighs. Tiny licks of 
my tongue eased her down from her first climax of the 
evening. Finally I covered her pussy with my wide open 
mouth and sucked on her, trying to gather all her juices 
I could.

She recovered enough to recognize my dick in her hand 
and I felt her mouth close over the head, sucking and 
biting. Keeping me in her mouth, she moved away from our 
sixty-nine to where she could get more coverage of my 
own crotch. This was something that I got from my Haley 
that I'd NEVER gotten from another female. She 
worshipped my dick and balls, her hands, lips, tongue, 
teeth, fingers, all working me over. She took one 
fingertip on the underside of the head of my dick and 
pressed my dick flat against my belly and then with lips 
and tongue and teeth worked her way from the front of my 
balls all the way up to the head of my dick with sucks 
and nibbles and licks. She dipped her head and sucked a 
whole testicle into her mouth with just exactly the 
right pressure and washed it with her tongue, then 
dropped it and did the other.

She moved around to lay between my legs and lavished 
licks and kisses on my balls, turning me into a 
quivering mess. My hips were jerking almost 
uncontrollably.

Giggle. "My Bill's about to come," she said. Her head 
dipped and sucked on me hard, releasing my dick with a 
pop. "Mmmmmm." Lick. "But I want it IN me!" And little 
darlin' hopped astride me. Her hand guided me straight 
into her pussy. I was so close....

"Come on, baby! Give me a good one!" She rode me, biting 
her bottom lip.

I wanted to come. I fought it, though. If I could just 
hold on for a minute. Just a minute. Haley was sliding 
back and forth, dragging her clit against my dick at the 
end of each sliding stroke. I was fighting NOT to push 
up to meet her. Not yet. Slide.

"Uhhhh. Oooohhh! My. Haley! Gahhhh!"

"Come on, Bill. Squirt in me! " She pounded me, adding a 
vertical component to her strokes. I knew I wasn't going 
to last much longer, but on the second one of those, I 
heard, "Nnnnnnnnhhhh!" She hissed through her teeth. 
"Nnnnnhhhh! Pump me, Bill! Hard!"

There was no need to fight it any longer. I met her 
strokes with my own and about the third one caught Haley 
going "Nnnnnn. Huhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! I'm commmmingggg!"

And I did too. The first spurt was almost fatal, I 
thought. So intense. Haley felt it and did a little one 
of her own strokes and then felt my second. And third. 
It was reduced to twitching my hips upward, so intense 
was the climax. Finally I just stopped. And I felt 
ripples from her pussy squeezing me, milking, draining 
every last drop. 

She practically collapsed forward onto my chest and as 
my dick softened it fell out of her sopping pussy with a 
little plopping noise. She felt that and reacted by 
burying her face in my chest with a little "mmmm", then 
a sigh and "I love you, Bill."

"Mmmmmm. I love you too, Haley." I caressed her, my 
hands lightly roaming over her slight form. For a few 
minutes I idly played with strands of her hair. She 
stirred.

My little Haley twisted around and I felt he tongue lap 
the head of my satiated dick. "You have a mess down 
here, baby," she said. And she began lapping and sucking 
the combined result of our love-making.

I gave a little tug to her hip with one hand and she 
finished swinging around, presenting me with her pussy. 
It glistened with liquids, the lubricants from both our 
excited bodies, and the thick, streaky white semen just 
recently pumped into her hungry pussy. Haley was 
cleaning me. I cleaned Haley. I don't know how other 
guys do it, but with me and Haley, we tasted good 
together and I never gave a second thought to the idea 
that I was hungrily lapping up semen. It was, after all, 
mixed with Haley's delicious juice. And mine. It was us. 
"Now Haley's ALLLLLL clean!" I said. 

Haley responded by enveloping my soft dick in her mouth 
and squeezing it out with her tongue. "So's Bill," she 
chirped. And she flipped around, smiling, and landed on 
top of me, face to face. We kissed. I held her and 
kissed her on her neck and nibbled on her ear, something 
that I knew as good for giggles. Her arms went around my 
neck, holding onto me.

"Bill," she whispered, "keep me. Never let me go."

"I won't ever let you go, Haley," I said.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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