34 comments/ 205982 views/ 196 favorites Little Jessie By: chunks Little walked into the bathroom while I was in the middle of my first piss of the day. It was tough going because I had serious morning wood that refused to die in spite of the fact that my bladder was about to burst. I'd been standing over the toilet bending my hard-on to aim it toward the water and willing the flow to start, but to no avail. I waited it out until my penis at last began to soften and bend a bit and finally, when it was hanging just above half-mast, a nice thick yellow stream flew forth and hit the water with a loud splash. I breathed sigh of relief. That's when she opened the door and walked in. "Oh... Hi, Mike," she said. "Uh, good morning, Little," I said. I was buck naked, peeing through a mostly hard dick, and she had a perfect side view of the whole affair. Her eyes were riveted to my penis. Little had just turned eighteen but looked more like twelve or thirteen. She stood barely four feet ten inches tall and had that sort of adolescent gawkiness about her. Her breasts were quite small, I figured B- or maybe A+ at best, and her hips had still not gained much womanly flare. She had a beautiful face, fair skinned with an impish nose. Shoulder-length blonde hair and stunning green eyes capped the effect of a beautiful little girl who would someday turn into a lovely woman. But because Little was already eighteen, Jessie and I worried that she would remain trapped in the body of a little girl forever. We became guardian parents when Little's mother, my wife's very good friend since childhood, unexpectedly passed away. Little was ten at the time and devastated by the loss of her mother, but over the years she learned to trust us and eventually to think of us as her parents. In turn, we have no children of our own and so have been able to devote all of our attention to Little. I love her and have always treated her as though she were my own daughter. I'm a writer and I work from home; my wife is a nurse and works during the day at a local hospital. Because I'm home almost all the time and Little is pretty much home whenever she's not in class at the local junior college, she and I have become pretty close of late. My wife's name is Jessie and Little's real name is Jessica, so when we took her in they immediately became 'Big Jessie' and 'Little Jessie.' Little Jessie shortened over time to just 'Little.' The name has stuck in spite of our having eventually becoming sensitive to her short stature and underdeveloped figure. When she turned fifteen and we saw what was happening we tried to start calling her Jessica but she wouldn't have it. She insisted on being 'Little.' Jessie and I had started a bit of a wild lifestyle before Little came along. We were casual nudists and we took our vacations at mildly naughty resorts like Hedonism in Jamaica. Jessie was into sex with other women, and I heartily supported that. We had done a number of threesomes and were thinking about maybe trying the swinger scene. But when we took Little on we decided to raise her in as conservative a manner as we could manage. As far as I knew this was the first time that Little had seen me naked. As my seemingly never-ending pee continued, I thought about how to handle the situation. I decided to try for nonchalant. "I'm sorry about this, Little. I probably should have a lock on that door. I, uh... can't really stop peeing right now, though." She never looked up at my face; her eyes were still focused on my cock. As I realized how much she was checking me out, my erection began to return. Little watched as my dick became longer, thicker, and engorged, and lifted back up to a ninety degree angle. As my pee stream rose towards the back of the bowl I wrapped my right hand around my dick to aim it and keep from pissing all over the toilet lid. "That's okay," she said. "I'm sorry to barge in on you Mike, but I need help." Instantly concerned, I looked at her more closely. She was dressed in a white cotton T-shirt and pink cotton panties. I couldn't see anything visibly wrong with her. "Are you hurt?" I said. As I said this, my urine stream finally died down. Little watched as I squeezed out the last drops, shook myself, and flushed the toilet. I turned towards her and placed my hands on her shoulders. "Are you okay, honey?" I said. In retrospect, that was probably a bad move. My hard cock was now only inches from Little's tummy and she was looking straight down at it as we talked. "No, I'm not hurt. I just need to talk." "Well, can we talk later, sweetie? I'm kind of naked here and I'm about to shave and take a shower." Finally her gaze broke away from my erection and she looked into my eyes. "Please, Mike? I think I've seen everything there is to see already. What will it hurt if I stay? I need to talk to you." True enough, at this point I really had nothing left to hide from her, and I'm not particularly modest about nudity anyway. I briefly considered which would be sillier: staying naked in front of her or trying to hang a towel over my flagpole of an erection to hide what she'd already seen in great detail. I went with naked. "Okay, Little, have a seat. What can I do for you?" She sat down on the toilet lid as I started slathering shaving cream onto my face. I had a little trouble getting close to the sink: my hard dick was poking into the front of the cabinet. I reached down and lifted my erection up and sort of smooshed it against the cabinet as I moved forward a step. Little watched all this. "You're my first naked guy, Mike," she said. I looked at her. Jessie and I had occasionally speculated as to whether Little was sexually active. We honestly didn't know for sure. Her friends were always a mix of boys and girls her age; aside from spending time with her best girlfriend, Little almost always hung out in groups. As far as we knew she had never been on a real date. The odds were good that boys her age weren't attracted to her underdeveloped body. It was their loss: Little was a wonderful girl with a delightful personality. And scarily smart. Jessie had done the 'sex & boys' talk when Little was twelve, and during the high school years Jessie had occasionally probed a bit to see if there were any boys that Little was sweet on, but Little was always tight-lipped on the subject. This new revelation appeared to finally answer the question. "Really?" I said. I started to shave. "Really. I've never seen a live, naked man. Before now." "Oh." I rinsed my razor and shaved some more. "Well, uh... I'm honored. What do you think?" Oh man, that was pretty lame. She looked me up and down. "I like it. You're in great shape, Mike. I knew that, but... you're in great shape EVERYWHERE. You have a nice ass." Oh, shit. "Thanks," I said. "Maybe I should put on a towel..." "Please don't, Mike. I want to look at you. That's part of why I came in here." "Okay," I said. "So this is a clinical exercise for you?" "Kind of," she said. "I had some questions. And, I wanted to see what your body looks like naked. Now I have even more questions." I was almost done shaving. "Okay, Little: fire away," I said. "You'll be honest with me? I have sex questions." I thought about it. The situation was awkward, mostly because of my unstoppable boner. But she needed my help and she trusted me, and I loved her. "Yup, I'll be honest with you." She looked down at my cock, still smooshed up against the sink counter. "Why do you have an erection right now?" Shit, shit. I immediately revised 'honest' to 'mostly honest.' I set my razor on the counter, rinsed the remaining shaving cream off of my face, and turned to look at her. "Well, Little... I wake up with one almost every morning. Most guys do, I think. The slang for it is 'morning wood.' It eventually goes away, one way or another. Jessie's gone by the time I wake up so if I don't jerk... masturbate, I have to wait for it to go down on its own." She looked up at me. "You masturbate? Why? You and Jessie fuck all the time." I registered her first use of the 'F word' in my presence. I can be a little vocal when I make love, but Jessie is a bona fide screamer. We're both extraordinarily passionate and it's a rare night when we don't have sex. Little's room is right next to our bedroom. "Sorry, Little. Does the noise come through the wall?" She laughed. "Oh, yeah. All of it. The cussing and the screaming. And the headboard pounding. It's okay. It's kind of nice to know you guys love each other so much. And it makes me hot when I hear it. Usually when you guys are having sex in your room, I'm masturbating in mine." Her frankness took me by surprise. I was acutely aware of my rock hard erection. If anything, Little's confession had made it even harder. It was pointing upwards now rather than straight out, bouncing a bit as the blood pulsed through it. With me now facing Little and her sitting down, the tip of my cock was pointed directly at her face. She was staring at it again. "Really?" I said. I was instantly sure that I could never again have sex with Jessie without thinking of Little in the next room, touching herself. "Sure," she said, "I'd explode if I didn't. But why do you masturbate if you could just wait and have sex instead?" "The same reason you do, Little. I'd explode if I didn't jerk off. Although, of course, I also explode when I do jerk off, ahaha." She gave me a blank look. "I mean, uh... Well, the important thing is that unless Jessie and I have sex in the morning, I usually have to masturbate," I said. She looked back down at my cock. "Are you going to masturbate now?" she said. As if I'd just start stroking myself at any moment. "Later, maybe," I said. "In the shower?" How far did I have to go with this full disclosure stuff? "No, not in the shower. I don't really like masturbating in the shower," I said. "Why?" I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Because I like the best cum I can get when I beat off. And that means I need to be lying down." "On your bed?" "Usually, yeah." "On your back?" Jesus. "Yes, Little, I masturbate most every morning, lying on my back in bed." She smiled and looked back up into my eyes. "Me, too. I get how you can't have a really great orgasm standing up. It's just not the same." She licked her lips. "Why did your, uh, morning wood come back after I came into the bathroom?" Danger, danger, abandon all honesty! "I don't know, Little. It comes and goes, I guess." "Oh," she said. "Mike, is this okay? You don't mind answering all my questions?" "No, I don't mind" I lied. "This situation is somewhat... strange, but answering your questions is my job as a parent." "Great," she said. "Because I have more. How come you don't have any pubic hair on your dick and your... balls?" She seemed pleased to be using those terms. "They're not like the pictures I've seen." "I shave," I said. "Down there." "Why?" I sighed again. "Well... it makes me feel clean. And it makes sex feel better. And it makes... certain activities... more pleasurable for Jessie, so they tend to happen more often." "You mean oral sex?" she said. "Fellatio?" "Yes," I said. "Do you like when Jessie gives you oral sex?" she said. "Oh, yes," I said. "Very much." As she considered this, she moved her head around a bit, looking at my erection from both sides and from underneath. I wondered if she would touch it. Her face was mere inches away from my penis and her lips were slightly parted. I wondered if she would lick it. I felt her warm breath on my cock and balls. She was panting, breathing through her mouth. Was she sexually excited? I looked down at her little pink panties and sure enough, a large wet spot was forming at her crotch "What does oral sex feel like, Mike?" She almost whispered it. "Oh boy, Little, I'm probably the most liberal guy you'll ever know, but we're outside my comfort zone here." She started at that. "What do you mean?" "Well, let's see," I said. "I'm your guardian dad. You're sitting there in your panties. I'm naked. We're talking about sex and masturbation. My hard-on is inches from your mouth and you're asking me what a blowjob feels like. What exactly is going on here, Little?" She looked at me, a matter of fact expression on her face. "I told you, Mike. I wanted to see you naked. And I have questions. About boys. About sex. I'm eighteen and going to college now but I'm still a virgin and I live at home. I've never had sex, never given a blowjob, never received oral sex, and I'm starting to wonder if I ever will." She looked down at herself. "It's not as though this body has them lining up to get to know me. "I love you Mike, and I trust you," she said. "I trust you and I trust Jessie. You've been nothing but decent and loving to me for eight years. I've heard stories about foster fathers who've taken advantage of their girls, sexually. You've never even tried to see me naked. It's a little discouraging, actually." She laughed. "Just another indication that I'm not sexually attractive." "Don't say that, Little," I said. "You're a beautiful girl." "Yeah, sure," she said. "Anyway, Jessie hinted that you guys gave up some kinky stuff when I moved in. I know that you're trying to be protective and all. But Mike, I need to know what boys are like, and what they want, and what things to do, and how to do them, if I'm ever going to have a shot at a sex life. Please, I need you to answer my questions and help me understand things. Who am I supposed to learn this from, some stranger? Don't worry about being a bad parent or a pervert or anything... I'm asking for it, remember? I can handle it. I know I look like a little girl but I'm an adult, dammit." True enough. I often fell into the trap of thinking of her as a little girl, but despite her looks she was eighteen now. An adult. Legal. "Okay, Little" I said, "ask your questions. I'll answer anything." "What does oral sex feel like?" I considered it. "Really wonderful, of course. It's different than... fucking. Softer, sort of. It can be less intense when she just uses her mouth. Or sometimes more intense when she uses her mouth and her hand together. But mainly... when she gives me head she's giving me a gift. It's sort of all about me. She's giving me permission to just lay back and enjoy it." "Do you give oral sex to Jessie, too?" "Yeah," I said. "Does it make her orgasm?" "Yeah," I said. "When she gives it to you, does it make you orgasm, too?" "Yeah," I said. "Does she swallow it?" "Yeah," I said. My voice was a little hoarse when I said it. She looked at the tip of my penis, and I swear to God she licked her lips. "Are you having an orgasm now, Mike?" she said. I looked down. My dick had been hard for quite a while now and pre-cum was starting leak out and drip to the floor. Without thinking, I milked my dick; more of the slimy fluid appeared at the tip. "No," I said. "Believe me, if I were having an orgasm, you'd know. This is called pre-cum. It comes out like this when a guy is excited and hard. It's, ah, really slippery, and between it and the woman's lubrication it makes penetration easier." I pointed down at her panties for emphasis. She looked down at the crotch of her little pink panties. "Oh, I didn't even realize I was wet," she said. "Makes sense, though; I'm getting pretty horny looking at you." She casually pressed her fingers against the wet spot. I groaned a little. I tried to swallow, but my throat was very dry. She looked back up at my penis. "Mike?" she said. "Yeah, Little?" "Can I touch it?" The moment of truth had arrived, I guess. I desperately wanted her to touch it, and more. I wondered what I would hear myself say. Surprisingly, it was, "No, Little. I have to draw the line at that." "Why, Mike?" I thought about it. "Well I'm married, for starters. And I know I'm not your real father, but I love you and I think of you as my daughter. And even though you're eighteen you're still my little girl." She thought about that. "Mike, as my father, don't you want me to be happy? Don't you want me to meet boys, and have a sex life, and get married someday and have kids?" "Sure," I said. "I want you to teach me about sex, Mike," she said. "I want to learn it from you. I trust you, and I love you." She stood up and wrapped her arms around me. One of her hands was on the small of my back; the other was on my ass. My erection was now pressed firmly against her stomach. It felt wonderful. "Will you help me, Mike?" she said. I hugged her back, and then pushed her away. A little wet spot from my pre-cum had soaked into her shirt. "I can't, Little," I said. My voice was hoarse again. "I can't. I've never even thought of you in this way before. I've already let this go too far. You should leave and let me take my shower now, sweetie." She sighed and walked to the door, then turned back. "Mike?" "Yeah," I said. "Be honest with me?" "Always," I said. "Why did your cock get hard again when I came in?" I didn't answer. "Are you going to masturbate after you shower, Mike?" "Yeah," I said. "Can I watch?" "No," I said. She sighed again and walked away. ---------- Later, Little came into the study where I sat in front of the computer waiting for the writing thing to start happening. Usually it happened best when I was thinking about how my characters felt about what was happening to and around them. But all I seemed to be able to think about at this point was what Little's hand might feel like wrapped around my cock. Or Little's mouth... "Hi Mike," she said. "Hiya, Sweetie," I said. "Whatcha doin'?" I gestured at the screen. "A whole lot of nothing, so far. I seem to have a case of writer's block." "Is it my fault?" she said. Yes! Fucking yes, absolutely it's your fault Little because all I can think of is what happened this morning and how you watched me piss and how my cock got hard and you WATCHED it get hard and it was inches from your face and you talked about touching it and you wanted to watch me jerk off... "No, Sweetie" I said. "It's not your fault." ---------- When Jessie came home that evening I told her everything. Little was upstairs in her room doing whatever. Jessie and I talked about it in the kitchen in hushed tones. I told her everything that had happened, and everything I'd thought, including how I'd wished that Little would touch me and lick me, and how in the end I'd kept that from happening. Jessie and I were always completely honest with each other about everything including our thoughts and feelings about people we were attracted to, but this was a very different thing. I wasn't sure how she'd react. "So she wants you to have sex with her?" Jessie said. "I don't know," I said. "She wants me to 'teach her.' That could mean anything, including just talking her through all the things that people do when they have sex." "No," said Jessie. "I think she wants you to have sex with her." "Well, don't worry, that's not going to happen," I said. "You're my wife and I love you. She's my little girl and I'm not going to molest her." "You're a good father, Mike, and a good husband. But technically she's not your daughter, and she's not a little girl any more, and you wouldn't be molesting her if she wants you." "What are you saying, Jessie? You want me to fuck her?" I swear she moaned softly, just a little, when I said that. "She came to you looking for your help and experience and... instruction," she said. "I just think you have to find some way to give her what she needs." Jessie stood up. "And speaking of needs..." She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the kitchen table. We made love twice that night. Jessie was insatiable. The Little situation was a dilemma for me but apparently it just made Jessie horny. Little Jessie "Think about it objectively," she panted as she bounced up and down on my shaft. "Little has no experience, and not much chance of getting experience soon. She needs guidance from a man. She needs instruction. She needs someone experienced that she loves and trusts, and someone who loves her and has her best interests at heart. That's you. You need... unh, oh God... you need to... oh my God I'm gonna cum now... you need to help her... I'm cumming..." Jessie's eyes were shut, and I could feel her telltale contractions begin around my hard cock. "You want me to fuck her, Jessie?" I said. "Oh! Oh, shit!! Oooh God oh God oh God... ahhhhh.... Yes... yes!! Oh God, YES!!! I THINK YOU SHOULD FUCK HER!!! OH GOD, CUMMING HARD NOW!!! YES!!! AHHHH..." I rode it out with her, and she collapsed on top of me. Later, when she was calm and quiet and in control I said, "You didn't mean that." "Yeah," she said, "I think I did." ---------- "I heard what Jessie said last night, Mike." Once again, Little's timing was perfect. I have no idea how she did it but she entered the master bath just as I was starting to urinate. I was exhausted from last night's sexual activities and my dick was soft when I started. But when I looked up at Little and saw her watching me, I started to get an erection. By the time I was done peeing I was rock hard. Little smiled. "Morning wood my ass," she said. She was wearing blue panties and a tank top that looked like it might be silk. Her hard little nipples pushed out against the thin fabric. "Morning, Sweetie," I said. I squeezed, shook, and flushed. "I heard Jessie say that you should fuck me," she said. "Well, we were making love at the time," I said. "She was cumming. People say all kinds of things when they fuck." "I wouldn't know," said Little. "I'm, ah, gonna hit the shower," I said. I opened the stall door and turned the water to full blast, full heat. "But we should talk," said Little. "We should talk later," I said. The shower was already steamy so I climbed in and shut the door. I turned the heat down to 'tolerable' and stepped into the spray. Little said something, but between the glass walls of the shower stall and the sound of the water I didn't catch it. "What?" I said. I looked through the glass door at her just in time to see her peel off the tank top. Her breasts were perfect little pubescent cones, utterly beautiful in a young girl sort of way. Her fair skin set off the tiny dark areolas and nipples. I immediately wanted nothing more than to hold them in my hands, to suck on them, to worship them. As I watched she slid her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Her mons was hairless and nearly flat and her outer lips were tight. A child's sex. Little was a grown woman in the body of a little girl. She stepped into the shower stall and closed the door behind her. She looked up at me. "I said I need a shower too, so we might as well talk now," she said. I stepped to the back of the stall and made a 'go for it' motion with my hands, and she stepped under the shower head. I watched as the water cascaded down her lithe little body. "So now we're even, Mike," she said. "I've seen you naked, and now you're seeing me naked. What do you think of my body?" I told her the truth. "You're beautiful. Your body is beautiful." "I have a kid's body. Don't lie to me, Mike. I have to be able to trust you." "Look at me, Little." I pointed to my erection. "Look at this. Trust me, you ARE beautiful... and very desirable." She looked at my cock, then looked back up at me and smiled. "That's so very good to hear... and see. You can't know how good." She turned around, facing toward the shower head and away from me. "Wash me, Mike, okay? Soap me up. Use your hands." This was it, I thought. It was one thing to let her look at me, or even touch me if she wanted to. I could think of that as her curiosity or maybe her lust. It was a totally different thing for me to put my hands on her naked body. That made me the aggressor and would be... I didn't even know the right word. Rape? Incest? "I don't think I should, Little. I don't think I'm supposed to," I said. She reached behind herself, grabbed my hands, and pulled them forward. My erection pressed up against her back. I didn't resist. She put the soap into my hands then pressed them against her stomach and began a circling motion. Building up lather. Her hands against mine; my hands and the soap against her naked skin. I couldn't help it. My hands began to move of their own accord, rubbing over her stomach. Circling higher until my thumbs brushed against the undersides of her breasts. Circling lower, below her navel, below her waist, where pubic hair should have been, and down across the tops of her thighs. Avoiding her sex. So far. I dropped the soap on the shower floor. "Mmmmm," she said, pressing back into me. "Oh, Mike, that feels so good. Keep going, please, Mike..." "I'm going to Hell," I said, as my soapy hands closed over her tiny breasts. I pulled her body tight against mine and pressed my hard cock against her back. I gently pinched her nipples and heard her moan, "Oh, Mike..." "Little," I said as I massaged her breasts, "how did we get from where we were two days ago to where we are now? Before yesterday morning you were just my sweet little innocent girl, and I was... innocent, too." "I brought us here, Mike," she said, pressing back against me. "I need this." She placed her hands over mine and pressed them hard into her breasts. "Because, and for the last time, I am not, I repeat not, a little girl." Something inside me surrendered. "All right, Little. I get it," I said. I moved my right hand down from her breast, down over her flat little tummy, down across her abdomen, down until she gasped and parted her legs and my hand reached between them and closed to cup her sex. She moaned and pressed back harder against my erection. I stroked my fingertips up and down her cleft. As I moved my left hand across her chest to caress her right breast, the middle finger of my right hand began to penetrate her for the first time. "Oh God," she cried out. "Oh, Mike!" Her head hung down as if she couldn't support its weight. She reached with both arms to brace herself on the walls of the shower. I pushed deeper into her and felt no resistance from a hymen. She was tight around my finger, hot and silky and slick. I moved in and out and around, getting the feel of her. Then I pulled my finger out of her and moved it up to caress her clitoris. Little gasped and threw her head back into my chest. I gently rolled her nipple in my left hand while with my right I began making tiny circles around and over her clitoris. Within a few seconds Little's body tensed against me and she began to pant, moan, and scream her way through a long, shuddering orgasm. "Ooooh, Mike... oh God... mmmm, mmmmAAAAH!! OOOOOH!!" After a last thrust of her body back into mine, Little went limp. I supported her with an arm across her chest and a hand once again cupping her crotch. As we stood under the warm spray I brought her down slowly from her climax, whispering that I loved her, kissing her shoulder and the side of her neck and behind her ear. After a time I realized that she was crying. "What's wrong, Honey?" I said as I slowly turned her around. I was prepared for the worst: she had suddenly realized that I was a monster and had taken sexual advantage of her. "Oh, Mike, that was just so beautiful!" she said. "And so strong. I think I passed out a little at the end. I've never had someone else make me cum before. I didn't know that it would feel so... different, and so good. Thank you, Mike, thank you so much." "You're welcome, sweetie," I said. Suddenly she was laughing. "And to think. In the shower. Standing up." She wrapped her arms around me, and I hugged her back. "I love you, Mike," she said. "I love you too, Little," I said. She took a step back and looked down at my rigid cock. "I think there's something we need to do for you now," she said. "Not here, Little." "Oh, right." she said. "Let's dry off and go to your bed." "No... not now," I said. "Why not, Mike? I want to do this for you. I want to make you feel the way you just made me feel. And I want to see what it's like when you cum." I pulled her body against mine and held her. "Little... I'm going to have to think about this and go slow. Yesterday morning I felt like an exhibitionist and a pervert. Last night I felt as though I were headed toward becoming a child molester. Here and now, though... it was like I gave you a little gift. I still feel innocent somehow. I can't explain it and I know it doesn't make sense. But I also know that I'll feel very different if I use you to get myself off," I said. "But you won't be using me. I'll just be giving you a gift back, and learning about you." "I need time, Little," I said. "I just need some time. I need to think about this." ---------- Jessie fucked me hard that night. I had told her what happened in the shower with Little and it had made her incredibly horny. She basically ripped my clothes off and pushed me down on the bed in her haste to get me inside her. Riding me cowgirl, she said, "So Little came while you were holding her from behind?" "Yeah," I panted. "And you were fondling her tits and rubbing her clit to get her off." "That's right." "Is she loud when she cums, like me?" "Kind of," I said. "She got pretty loud at the height of her climax. Or maybe it just sounded loud because we were in the shower." I lifted Jessie up and off of me, laid her down on her stomach next to me, and moved up to enter her from behind. Jessie raised her sweet little ass up off the bed so that she was supporting herself on her forearms and knees. Doggie is my favorite position with Jessie because I can so easily control the speed and force of our movements. She gasped as I entered her in one quick thrust. I began pumping into her. "Why didn't you make love to her? Or at least cum for her?" "I don't know, I... I don't know. I didn't feel as though I should." "After she left did you make yourself cum?" Jessie said. Her voice a little muffled against the pillow. I grabbed Jessie's hips and started slamming into her deep and hard. She squealed a little. The headboard knocked against the wall. "No, I didn't. I physically needed to, but I didn't feel like doing it. And then the rest of the day kind of got in the way." "So you're going to cum hard for me tonight, aren't you Baby?" she said. "Yeah. I can feel it. It's going to be one of those whole body orgasms. I'm going to shoot pretty hard, I think." "Oooo, then maybe you should shoot it in my mouth. Or on my tits. Or on my face. Oh God Mike, your big cock feels so good in me right now!!" I was pounding into her hard and trying to decide how I wanted to cum when I looked up and saw that Little was standing next to the bed watching us from a couple of feet away. As she watched she was fingering herself under her white cotton panties, the front of which was wet from her arousal. Her beautiful little breasts were bare. Jessie had her face against the pillow and didn't know we were being watched. Without breaking my fuck rhythm I said, "Hello, Little." "Hi, Mike." Jessie turned her head to look and between moans simply said, "Little." "Hi, Jessie." Jessie turned her head back down into the pillow. Leaving it up to me to decide what to do. Little locked eyes with me. "You guys were noisy," she said. "It sounded good. I had to see. I want to learn." She moved closer and then sat on the bed right next to me as I continued to fuck Jessie from behind. "I hope that's okay." Ah, well, I thought, what the fuck. I'm sure not going to stop now. "Okay," I said. Little put her hand on my ass and felt me moving. I watched her as she watched my cock driving into my wife's dripping snatch. She put her other hand on Jessie's ass and rubbed it as she rubbed mine, feeling the firmness and the movement. Then she moved her hand down Jessie's ass cheek until it brushed up against my penis and she just watched intently for a while, seemingly fascinated by how and where Jessie and I were joined as I fucked her. Finally she grasped my cock, encircling it with her little fingers. My groin slammed against her hand over and over as I continued to pound into Jessie. Little squeezed me as her other hand pushed against my ass, seemingly willing me to move harder and faster. It felt amazing physically and at the same time fulfilled some of my recent fantasies about Little. I groaned as she squeezed my cock harder, and she looked up at me and smiled. I reached around and began caressing Jessie's clit, much as I had caressed Little's that morning in the shower. That did it for Jessie: she was immediately off on one of her screaming orgasm trips. Her vagina clamped down on my cock and began pulsing, and Little's hand squeezed, and that was all she wrote for me. "Oh God!" I yelled. "I'm gonna cum!" "I want to see," said Little. I pulled out of Jessie and began fisting my hard, glistening cock to complete the orgasm that was rapidly spreading from my groin up into my chest and down into my legs. This was going to be a strong one, all right. Little watched intently as I stroked my erection. Slimy from my wife's juices, my hand and prick made wet slapping sounds. I yelled as the first jet of cum erupted onto Jessie's ass, followed by a much harder and longer wad that landed on her back. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Little's mouth dropped open in amazement as my orgasm continued and my cum sprayed all over Jessie's back, ass, and legs. Finally it was over. Little watched as I ran my fingers along my erection, squeezing the last drops of cum out onto Jessie's body. I shivered and struggled to catch my breath. Jessie was still moaning as her own orgasm subsided. I started to speak but Little put her finger to her mouth in the "Shhh!" sign. She reached over and ran her hand along Jessie's back and through my cum, and when she pulled away she had a wad of it on her fingers. She rolled it between her thumb and fingers, then sniffed it. She looked into my eyes as she tentatively touched the tip of her tongue into my goo, swirled it around in her mouth for a moment, then proceeded to suck my jism off of her fingers, one at a time. Finally, she swallowed. Then she looked at my cock, looked back up at me, licked her lips, smiled, and left the room. ---------- Little had class the next morning. I admit that I was disappointed: despite my misgivings, I was enjoying the role of sanctioned exhibitionist. Also, I was expecting Little to up the ante and try to have some form of sex with me. Would I let it happen? The guy who had tried to be a good parent for eight years was rapidly losing out to the guy who wanted to get laid by my little girl. I've always had a strong sex drive and few inhibitions but this was the first inkling I'd had that I might also be a closet pedophile. Did I want Little because she looked underage? Or because I knew that she really wasn't? Because she was my "daughter?" Or maybe just because she was coming on to me? Shit, would I be trying to make it with jail bait from now on? I didn't think so; Little's body certainly appealed to me but I didn't obsess over the idea of having sex with underage or undeveloped girls. At least I didn't think so. I'd have to give this whole matter some serious thought. Some other time. Somehow I was able to clear my mind and get some writing done, which was a good thing as I'd been seriously unproductive over the last couple of days. Little came home at around 3:00 pm with a girl named Kristina whom Little was tutoring in math. Kristina was fourteen years old and a serious little cutie with a body only a bit more developed than Little's. I went into the kitchen to get a Coke and tested myself by surreptitiously checking Kristina out as they worked through math problems at the kitchen table. I stared at her legs for a while, then her tight little short-shorts, then her small boobs, then her pretty face. It all did nothing for me. Maybe I wasn't a pedophile after all. Then Little looked up and locked eyes with me and smiled. "Hi, Daddy," she said. She never calls me that. Instantly I felt my dick start to harden. I smiled back and made a fast exit. Okay, so I'm not a total pedophile. I only have eyes for my own little girl. What does that make me? Kristina left. The afternoon wore on into evening and then night, and Jessie came home. We all had dinner. Jessie and I had sex. Little didn't come in to watch. ---------- The next morning I peed, shaved, and showered alone again. But when I walked into the bedroom Little was lying on the bed, nude like me. Here we go, I thought. She stretched, arching her back, which pushed her little tits up into the air. I could smell her pussy, the sweet musk of sexually excited girl. "Good morning, Mike. I've been waiting for you." "Good morning, Little," I said. "Have more questions?" "No," she said. She grinned at me and patted the bed next to her. "Come here, you." I willed my dick to stay down as I sat on the side of the bed. "No, I mean lay down with me." I said, "Little, if I lay down with you now we're going to wind up doing things. Things you might want to do right now but might regret later. If you tell me no now, I'll walk away. If you tell me to stop while we're doing anything, I'll try to stop. But once some things are done, they can't be undone, and there will be nothing I can do after the fact to make things right. Do you understand that?" "I understand that you talk too much." She grabbed me and pulled me down next to her and kissed me. An amazingly soft, tender, lips barely brushing against lips kiss. I pulled her over and on top of me and held her against my body, running my hands up and down her back, and the kiss became more heated. The tip of my tongue parted her lips and encountered the tip of her tongue, first tentatively and then with more force and then suddenly we were kissing as passionately as I had ever kissed Jessie. My hand wandered down to her ass and pulled her into my now rock-hard erection. She instinctively began to grind against me. Because of our height difference, when she moved down to hump her crotch against mine she was out of convenient kissing range. When she came up to kiss me, she couldn't grind. I'd never been with a woman this short. I was going to have to figure out the logistics. Ha, who knew: all the planning and coordinating that has to be done before you can rape your daughter. She noticed my ironic smile. "What's funny, Mike?" she said. "I'm still conflicted," I said. "I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." She sighed. "We've been over this, but... okay. I'm legal? Check. I'm not a blood relation? Check. Jessie's okay with this? Check. I want this. Check. What do you want, Mike?" I closed my eyes. "I want this, too. Check." "Tell me exactly what you want," she said. "I want to play with your tits," I said. "You can." "I want you to suck my dick." "I will." "I want to lick your pussy and suck on your clit until you explode and cum and cum some more and then more until you can't stand it." "Oooo, that sounds wonderful." "I want to make love to you, Little," I said. She said, "I want that too. I want it all. Where should we start?" ---------- I started by kissing her again gently all around the outside of her mouth, planting little kisses on her lips. She rolled onto her back and I rolled with her and continued to plant little dove kisses onto her chin and her neck. She began to make "Mmmm" noises as I drew a line with my tongue from her neck down and across her chest above her breasts, then around and below the left one, then between them and up again and around the right one. Her nipples were rigidly pointed, showing her excitement. Now circling her right breast without ever actually touching it. Teasing her. Little Jessie "Please, Mike," she moaned. "Suck it." I let my tongue trail up the little slope of her tit and then I began to suck it. She gasped as my tongue played quickly over the nipple and areola. "Mmmmm, Mike!" It sounded like one long drawn out word. I could take almost all of her small breast into my mouth; a startling difference from Jessie's large rack. Much smaller, but much firmer, too. They were... charming, somehow. That little girl fantasy again, I suppose. I moved to suck and tongue her left tit while continuing to work her other nipple with my thumb. Her moans got deeper and her body began to jerk a little. Sensitive breasts. Good. I concentrated on her breasts for a long time, caressing them with both hands as I planted kisses and licks up her neck and then down onto her belly. Then back to sucking and licking those beautiful nipples. "I love your breasts, Little. They're driving me crazy. I'm never going to be able get enough of them." "But they're so small," she said. "They're beautiful and perfect, just like the rest of you," I said. My hands fondled them as I kissed my way down her tummy and onto her little mound and without pausing my tongue found her rigid clitoris. "Oh God, yes!!" she cried. My fingers rolled her nipples and my tongue massaged her clit as I worked to quickly bring her the orgasm I knew lay just under the surface. I dipped down and ran my tongue over her now swollen pussy lips, flicking back and forth. I pushed my tongue into her and she moaned and her body bucked up against me and she put her hand behind my head and mashed my face into her. I pushed my tongue into her as deeply as I could, reveling in the heat and the smell and the taste of her. I continued to tweak her nipples with my left hand and pushed the middle finger of my right hand into her pussy and went for her g-spot as my tongue attacked her clit again. She quickly gained her release and climaxed hard, her body tensing and writhing wildly under me, her voice crying out in a series of "Uhhhh... ahhhh... AHHH... Oooo!!" moans and screams that wrenched my heart with feeling for her. As she came her pussy release a tiny stream of clear, sweet fluid. As she came down from her climax I gently nuzzled her pussy and very softly licked on and around her clit. Then I moved back up and kissed her mouth. Her face and chest were tinged with a red flush. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, slowly opened and looked into mine. Then she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back hard. Little aftershocks would hit and her body would shudder but she kept kissing me. "Oh, Mike, that was... I can't even tell you. I never imagined. My God! It felt so good. So incredibly good. So soft. You're a genius." I laughed. "Little, I know what I'm doing but I'm not sure about the genius part." I stroked her body, marveling at her naiveté, stricken by her young beauty, and happy that she could get off so easily and so hard. I realized that I was helplessly in love with her both as a father and as a lover. Right here, at this moment, all my misgivings and inhibitions were gone. I was lost in her. She pushed me onto my back and laid her head on my stomach. I moaned a little as I felt the touch of her fingers as her hand close around my raging hard-on. She stroked me that way for a little while, and then pushed up a big drop of pre-cum as she'd seen me do the other day. She smeared it all over the head of my penis, making me moan again. "It feels... so hard, but soft at the same time," she said. Her hand moved up and down my dick as she talked. I'd been hard and ready for so long now that I thought I might cum pretty fast. She was smearing pre-cum onto my glans and all down my shaft and I was now very sensitive "My God, Little, that feels so good," I said. She moved around and I looked down to see her positioning her face over my hard cock. She looked up at me as she continued to stroke. "Mike, I'm going to suck you now and I want you to tell me what to do and what feels best, okay? I have no idea what I'm doing here and I need you to teach me how to do it right. I'll do exactly what you tell me to do, okay?" "Okay," I said. "There are a lot of variations and different things you could do like licking the head and the shaft, or licking and sucking my balls. But what feels best for me right away is if you take as much of me into your mouth as you can and suck as hard as you can, and at the same time move your tongue around on the underside of my cock right near the head. That's the most sensitive part." She didn't answer, she just did exactly what I said to do. I moaned as she went down on me and got about half of my erection into her mouth before she closed her lips around the shaft and sucked hard. I felt her tongue begin to flick back and forth across the underside of my cock just as I'd told her. "Mmmmm, yeah, that feels so fucking good Little, you're doing it just right." I gently put both hands onto the back of her head and urged her on. "Suck me, Baby, just like that. Move your mouth up and down on me. Use your hand on me, too." She immediately did what I suggested, wrapping her hand around my shaft and jacking me and following her hand up and down my cock with her mouth. Her tongue never let up, and she was sucking so hard that her cheeks were concave, and her fingers were tight around me as she jacked off the exposed part of my cock. I was about ready to cum and suddenly realized that we hadn't talked about this and that she wouldn't have a clue how to handle it. I gently pushed her head up and away from my cock and she looked up at me, her eyes wide. "What?" she said. "I'm sorry, Mike! What did I do wrong?" I pulled her up to me and kissed her, hard. "Nothing. Nothing wrong. You did everything perfectly, exactly right, Little." I kissed her again, more softly this time. "It felt so good that I was about to cum, and I wanted to talk to you about that first." She just looked at me and was silent for a while. I sensed that she was thinking back to when she had watched me jerk off and spew my load onto Jessie's back. I remembered that she had tasted my cum that night. "Thanks, Mike," she said. "This was a good talk." And with that, she moved back down and I watched as she took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking and jacking me hard. I came almost immediately. "Little, I'm cumming! Right now!! Ahhhh, YEAH!!!" Instinctively I grabbed her head and jammed deeply into her mouth as my first blast shot into her throat and she moaned and held me deep for a moment, then pulled back until she only had the head of my penis in her mouth. She continued to suck me as I shot waves of cum onto her tongue. The pleasure was so strong that I had to fight to keep my head up to watch her as she valiantly swallowed my entire load. Finally my orgasm subsided and I had to pull Little off of me and back up to into my arms. "Too sensitive," I gasped. "Too sensitive right after." Little held me and just looked into my eyes until my breathing had calmed. Then she said, "That's the most fun I've ever had, Mike. God, that was so erotic. Your cock feels so good in my mouth, and I feel like I have so much power over you, and I know I'm making you feel so good. No more masturbating for you. I'm going to do this for you every morning, okay?" Jesus. "Well, gee, if I have to," I said. She laughed and punched my arm. "Mike, I know at the end you wanted to go deeper. I'm sorry I pulled back, but it made me gag a little. Plus, I can't taste your cum if you shoot it all into my throat." "I'm sorry I did that, Little, I didn't mean to." "Can Jessie take you into her throat?" "Yeah," I said. "She just opens up and swallows me whole." "I want to see that," she said. "Maybe Jessie can teach me how. I'll get better, Mike, I promise." I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "Little, you were perfect this time. I can't believe it was your first time. It felt wonderful, incredible. Thank you, thank you, thank you." I kissed her. "I love you, Little," I said. She rolled us over until I was on my back again and she was on top. I felt hot teardrops hit my cheeks. I tilted her chin up and made her look at me. "Little?" I said. "Oh Mike, I love you too," she whispered. "I love you so much I can't stand it." I kissed her again and kept kissing her as my hands moved over her body: her back, her ass, her legs, then back up again. I cupped her little ass and pulled her tight against me, and I began to get hard again. She felt it. "Mike, do you want me to go down on you again?" "No," I said. "I want to make love to you now, Little. If you're ready for that." She smiled and said, "I want that too, Mike." She kissed me, and as we kissed she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. "You'll have to help me," she said. "I don't know what to do." The father in me cringed again at that, but the animal in me was way too far gone to pay attention. "I will, Baby," I said. "I'll be gentle." She moaned as I rubbed my penis along her slit, coating myself with her juices. When I thought she was ready for me I positioned the head of my cock at her lips and pressed, just a little, until I could feel her opening start to accept me. I looked down into her eyes. "We can still stop, Little," I said. "We can stop now, but if we don't there will be no turning back." She put her hands on my ass and pulled me towards her. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, Daddy." I groaned at that, and pushed into her. Her eyes flew open wide and she gasped as she felt the full width of my hard cock penetrate her. God, she was tight. Jessie was pretty tight, too, but this little girl was like a hot velvet vise around me. I suddenly wondered whether she would be able to take all of me. I went an inch or so in then held still to let her get used to the feeling. Our eyes were locked on each other. I pushed in maybe another inch. She felt incredibly good. "No... wait, Mike," she said. I started to pull out, but her hands held tight to my butt and kept me in place. "No, don't stop. Just... wait here for a sec," she said. "I won't stop, Little, but let me just do something for you, okay?" I pulled out almost all the way, and held that way for a moment. Then I slowly pushed back in just a little, then out again, then back in a little more. I could feel her pussy starting to accommodate me. She was incredibly wet. She closed her eyes. "God, Mike, that feels good," she said. "So good, so good." I changed my angle a little so that my shallow pumping made maximum contact with her clitoris. She gasped and began to hump back up at me while pulling down on my ass, forcing me into her thrusts. Each time we came together I slipped a little deeper into her. I continued to focus on rubbing against her clit, and soon it paid off as her moans increased and her breathing became ragged, and she came. "Ooooo, Mike, oh, oh, OH, UUUNNH, aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" She writhed around on the bed so much that she nearly threw me off of her, but I hung on for dear life as she bucked and squealed through her orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face flushed and she screamed a little and her fingernails dug into my back. I continued my steady rhythm, pushing a little farther into her with each stroke. As her orgasm ended my entire length was buried deep within her, and I gave a little prayer of thanks that I could do that without hurting her. I just held myself inside her as her body rocked and quaked and then finally became still. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and listened as her ragged breathing slowly became more normal. "I've never cum like that," she said. "I can't make myself cum that hard. When you licked me and I came I thought that was the best it could ever be. But this was so different because you were inside me and it was the best it could ever be, too!" Suddenly, as though realizing what she had just said, she pushed up against my chest. I used my arms to lift myself off of her like doing a pushup, and she looked down to where we were joined. "Mike... you're inside me," she said. She moved her hips a bit as if to verify what she'd said. "Yup, all of me, all the way," I said. "How does it feel?" "Wonderful! Way wonderful. I feel stretched out and so filled up and it's like I finally have something that I didn't even know I was missing." She grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against her, getting me as deeply into her as she could. I felt the tip of my erection bump up against her cervix. Her eyes widened. "God," she moaned. "Oh, God. Mike, you feel so good in me." I thought of something that I should have thought about a long time ago. Shit. "Little, ah... Are you on any kind of birth control?" "Yeah, Mike. I've been on the pill for two years now. Ever the optimist!" Thank God. I started to move, pulling out of her a little. She grabbed my ass to stop me. "Stay in me, Mike," she said. "Little," I said, "I'm not pulling out. Well, I am, but not all the way out. Trust me. I'm just going to start moving in you. It should feel good for you. If it doesn't, just tell me." I felt her hands relax and I pulled out a couple of inches and then pushed deeply back into her. She moaned and her arms moved up onto my back as I pulled out farther and then slowly pushed back in. She made an "Unnnhh" sound and her fingernails dug into my back again. I increased my pace until I was pumping my full length hard into her, our bodies slapping together, Little moaning and making that "Unnnhh" sound with each thrust. "You feel so good, Little," I said, my voice ragged. "So tight, so hot, so wet." "Oh God, Mike, fuck me! Fuck me harder!!" I pounded into her with everything I had, and she squealed. Impossibly, her pussy got even tighter around me as she clutched the sheets and began to scream as she came. Her back arched and her tiny body easily pushed my much larger one up with the strength of her orgasm. I kept pumping into her as she crested her wave and her screaming quieted and her body relaxed and she fell back onto the bed and her arms wrapped around me again. "Little, I'm going to cum," I said. She looked into my eyes. "Cum. Cum in me, Daddy." I groaned and drove into her as deeply as I could and held onto her as my orgasm started and built and consumed me. Little watched my face and held me tight as my body shook, and I was dimly aware of shouting and making sounds that I had no control over. The pleasure reached its incredible peak and finally began to subside and I collapsed onto her. I shivered and she stroked my back and whispered "Thank you, thank you, I love you, I love you" until I could breathe normally and say, "I love you too, Little." We just held each other close until my cock softened and pulled out of her and I wriggled down until our faces were even and I could kiss her. "We're doing this again, Mike," she said. "We are absolutely doing this again." "Absolutely," I said. ---------- That night, in bed, I told Jessie everything that had happened. She was her usual horny self at first, but after she had finished extracting all of the details, she was silent for a long while. "What?" I said. She looked at me. "I'm worried. It's obvious that you don't just love Little, you're IN love with her." "I'm IN love with you," I said. "I let you... no, I made you sleep with her, now I'm afraid I'm going to lose you to her," she said. I held her in my arms. "You're not going to lose me, Jessie." "She's so young, and I'm so old." I cupped her perfect breasts in my hands and kissed her deeply. "Baby, don't be crazy. You're beautiful and sexy and you're certainly not old." I grabbed her hand and pushed it down onto my rapidly hardening cock. "See what you do to me?" I said. "What you ALWAYS do to me. I love you and I want you." She stroked my cock but said, "She has the body of a young girl. When you made love to her it was like fucking a thirteen year old. That turned you on, didn't it?" I looked away, miserable. I couldn't lie to my Jessie. "Yes," I whispered. "I can't give you that. She can. I'm afraid I'm going to lose you to her." "Nobody's losing anybody," said Little, standing naked at the foot of our bed. We made room for her as she crawled up between us. She looked at my wife. "I love you, Jessie. You're my mother. I've never called you that, but that's what you are. My real mother is long gone, but you've been there for me ever since, taking care of me and doing everything for me and teaching me everything I need to know." Jessie started to cry, and Little kissed her and put her arms around her. "I couldn't ask for anyone better, Mom. And I would never try to take Mike away from you." They hugged each other tightly. Then Jessie's eyes flew open as Little scootched down and sucked one of Jessie's nipples into her mouth and began sucking it as she kneaded the other breast with her hand. "Not that I COULD take him away," said Little. "Mike told me how hot he is for you. You're the perfect woman for him." Jessie gasped as Little's hand moved down and cupped Jessie's mound and began to rub. "Of course, I know you like having sex with women, Mom." Jessie moaned as Little found her clit. "And Dad can't help you with that." "Meanwhile, I hear that Daddy likes little girls." I groaned as Little's other hand found my hard cock and started stroking. "But Jessie, you're a full grown woman. You can't help Dad with that." Little lay on her back, silent for a while as she rubbed and stroked us. "I think I have the perfect solution to both problems," she said, and Jessie and I both came.