"Honeymoon"
On the way back from the hospital, I had given in my application as a foster parent with a strong endorsement from Paul and an indication that a speedy handling would be appreciated as Paul may have only a limited time left.
On the way home I bought a big pool chair the size of a king size bed and managed to get it delivered immediately. Back at the house we settled down in the new chair at the pool. Naked, of course. Despite the gloomy thoughts of Paul in the hospital and what he had to go through, we couldn't help ourselves and kissed and nuzzled and caressed and shared our love.
"Are you never flaccid, Panth?" Josephine asked.
"Being near you — No!" I laughed. "And that's the absolute truth. I've never in my life experienced anything like this before. I see you and I get hard. I think of you and I get hard. I dream of you and I get hard and climax. Talk of wet dreams. You're a living wet dream."
"Oh Panth!" she cried. "You need some attention." She turned around and started to stroke my erection. She couldn't reach around with one hand, but it felt good all the same. "I wonder," she mumbled and kissed the head. "Mmmm." She opened her mouth and licked from the base to the head. I moaned. She pushed me over so I lay on my back and crawled on top of me. "Let's see," she mumbled and opened her mouth wide. She pushed down on me and I had the head inside of her mouth. Her tongue caressed the underside of the head and I felt the tingles through my whole body.
"Goodness," I moaned. "I can't hold back much longer."
"Don't worry, Panth," she said, taking her mouth away from my dick. "We have all the time ahead and we'll just go again if you can't stop yourself." She resumed licking me.
"Ah, well." I bent my head and found her wet ginny. The girl was absolutely aroused. She literally gushed juices. I started licking her ginny from the opening towards her distended clitoris.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
I kept going with slow movements around and on her clit. She moaned even more and I started to penetrate her wet ginny with my tongue.
"Nnnngh!" She shuddered.
Encouraged, I kept licking her with steadily faster movements and when she started to moan continuously, I focused on her clit, which I gave a thorough tongue lashing.
She hadn't stopped and had managed to get a good part of my hard-on into her mouth. I'm sure that I must have been near the tonsils, but she seemed to cope well.
After a few more seconds like this, I tensed, feeling my scrotum contract and the pressure of my sperm trying to escape. Josephine was thrashing underneath me and it was very difficult for me to keep in contact with her mound, but I persevered, resulting in a major climax hitting her just as I started to spray. I ejaculated with a force I hadn't felt ever before, which overwhelmed Josephine, who couldn't really cope with the amount. She spluttered and coughed as I filled her mouth and throat completely with my hot cum. She had to withdraw to survive and I covered her face and front in my white goo.
After quickly swiping her hand across her face to get rid of the major part of my sperm there, she turned around and kissed me hard. As our tongues intertwined, making me taste my own sperm from her mouth, we hugged each other as if this was our last moment together and not one of the first.
"I love you eternally, Princess," I admitted. "I am completely under your spell." I smiled and kissed her again. "And you're the best cock-sucker I've ever met."
"And you, Panth. You are my Prince for Life and the most considerate lover. I never knew it could feel like this. It was completely different from the orgasm I got from being spanked and in some ways better." She cried. "I love you so much that I haven't got words for it."
"My my," I said and kissed her tears away. "We are together, that's the most important part, isn't it?"
"It is!" Josephine said vehemently. "It sure is." She rested her head on my shoulder and lay there without saying anything for some time. "Ah, this is life."
After a repeat performance or two, we had to give in to dinner. I dressed in white slacks, a white shirt and cream loafers, and then we went to Paul's house to get Josephine dressed. She chose a black top made from the thinnest and smoothest silk I've ever felt. Caressing her breasts through it felt really good. I could clearly feel the breasts and their structure almost like the top was an extra layer of skin. She found a matching, short (very short!) leather skirt and a pair of black sandals with just an inkling of heels. She looked absolutely smashing and I had a hard time keeping my erection in check.
"OK, Princess," I said. "As you now look more smashing than ever, are you ready to turn a head or two?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Look in the mirror."
"Yes?" she said questioningly. "That's just me."
"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "Don't ever say 'just' about yourself. You are the best looking woman this side of the Galactic centre and probably everywhere else."
"I am?" she said.
"You most definitely are! And I will be surprised if nobody comments on it or if nobody starts doing strange things because of you. Just you wait and see."
"Oh," she said incredulously. She didn't believe me.
I had made a reservation at a fashionable restaurant in downtown City and managed to find a parking space not too far from it. We walked from the car to the restaurant and I was right. We had hardly left the car before the first man we met whispered, "Wow!" and kept following us with his eyes.
Josephine giggled. "Was that me?"
"I'm sure it wasn't me," I said. "I never get that reaction from anybody."
"But you are so much more beautiful than me," she said. "I mean, I'm only a young, plain girl."
"Believe you me, you are
not plain. You
are the most beautiful person I've ever seen and if you keep up the good looks, you'll become a model one day."
"But I don't want to be a model," Josephine said and shook her head. "I want to be an astrophysicist or quantum scientist or some such."
"You want to be what?" I asked.
"An astrophysi..."
"Sorry," I interrupted. "I did hear it, but I just couldn't fathom it. You like math and science?"
"Yes, it's like cheating, liking the easiest subjects in school, not like some of the other stuff."
I chuckled. "Easiest subjects in school? And what about your classmates? What do they think?"
"Well, most of them hate math and science. Especially the girls, it seems."
I shook my head in wonder. "You
are amazing and I love you so much."
We arrived at the restaurant and as he saw us, one of the waiters rushed to the door to open it. His eyes were glued to Josephine. "Come in, come in," he said with a lecherous grin. "This way, please." He almost stumbled as he still kept his eyes on Josephine.
She giggled and whispered, "I'm starting to believe you, Panth."
"Where would you like to sit, Miss and Sir?" the waiter asked.
"Over there at the window," I said and pointed to a table near the window.
"Very well," he said and directed us there.
We were quickly seated and soon the first waiter was joined by another, who seemed to try to push the first away. "It's my table," the second waiter whispered, just loudly enough for me to hear. "I saw her ... them first," the first waiter whispered. "Yes, but it's my table!" The second waiter literally pushed the first waiter away.
"My name is François; how can I help you tonight," he said in a slight French accent and handed us a menu each staring at Josephine. "We have the most lovely
chateaubriand with saffron rice and
julienne vegetables, and a delicate red wine sauce for it." He cast me a short glance before returning his stare to Josephine. "Would you like to order a drink now?"
"Yes please," Josephine said, smiling to the salivating waiter. "I would like a sparkling mineral water, preferably not too fizzy, please."
The waiter nodded to Josephine and said, "As you wish."
"The same for me," I said.
"As you wish."
He literally backed away from the table and Josephine had a hard time not laughing out loud. "Is this for real?" she asked. "Do I do this to people, Panth?"
"What do you think, My Love?"
She shook her head. "It's hard to believe. I'm only a ten-year-old child. And I'm quite aware of it. I mean ..." She hefted her small breasts. "I haven't really got anything here and I'm small and I look like a child and I'm young and ..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" I interjected. "The size of your breasts has nothing to do with it. They look good and your top lets everybody see their shape. And the puffy outer part is just
so enticing that I have a hard time keeping away from them. I just feel like caressing them and kissing them and licking them and ... Well, you get my drift. And who cares how big you are when you are so beautiful? You'll grow up and if not, then you're still beautiful. And you actually look less childlike than anyone else of your age I've ever met. And remember, children are meant to be cute, that's part of Mother Nature's way of securing them. And you being young, that's one of the things time will remedy." I laughed and she laughed with me.
"Oh Panth, you're just prejudiced because you love me."
"Oh no, I'm not, Princess. Didn't you see the second waiter dribbling over you. Not over me,
you!"
The waiter returned to the table with the two mineral waters. He placed a water glass in front of Josephine and poured some water into the glass before repeating the same for me. "Would you like some wine with the dinner?" he asked, eyes at Josephine.
She shook her head. "No thank you."
"As you wish."
"No thank you," I said too. "I'm driving and I do not ever drink anything if I'm driving."
"As you wish," the waiter said and removed the wine list and the wine glasses from the table. "Are you ready to order?"
We hadn't even opened the menus yet, being absorbed in the conversation.
"Sorry, no," Josephine said. "Please give us a couple of minutes."
"As you wish." Didn't he know any other phrases?
We looked at the menu and discussed the options, when the waiter came back. He didn't say anything, he just stared at Josephine and let us select in peace.
"What
is chateaubriand?" Josephine asked.
"It is a steak of tenderloin and it is said to be created by the chef
Montmireil, who was chef to
Vicomte François-René de Chateaubriand, who was one of Napoleon's diplomats," the waiter said.
My, my, my. A well-informed waiter. It really
was an up-market restaurant.
"OK, please let's try the
chateaubriand then," Josephine said.
The waiter's eyes strayed towards me for a fraction of a second for confirmation. I nodded my consent. "Very well, I'll tell
le chef."
What, no 'as you wish'?
"Could I tempt you with a starter? We have fresh oysters." I shook my head. "Prawn cocktail ..."
I looked at Josephine, who shook her head. "No thank you," I said. "No starters please."
"As you wish."
He hadn't changed after all.
He went out in the kitchen and Josephine reached across the table to hold my hands.
"This is so ... so romantic," she said. "Is that how it feels to be a grown up?"
I smiled. "If only it was this easy," I said. "But no, it's only this way if you let it be this way." She looked at me quizzically. "Oh," I said. "How do I explain this? Well, you and I are in love and as we are in love, we like to be together. And as long as we can keep that emotion alive, we will hopefully be able to feel this way. But I'm afraid that the cards are stacked against us, as most research shows that people normally can't keep the 'in love' feeling for more than a year or two before it fades away."
"Oh," Josephine said with a slightly frightened expression in her eyes. "What happens then? Do you break up?"
"Many people do, I'm afraid. But then again, many people manage to retain the love for each other and that will normally suffice to keep them together. You see, being 'in love' is a sort of madness, where people wear rose tinted glasses ..."
"Huh?"
"That's just an expression to say that you see me and I see you in a special way because we're 'in love' and thus temporarily insane. When you're in love, you tend not to see the other person's flaws and only see the positive elements. To love each other is a related emotion where you want to be with a person, despite knowing about the flaws and faults. So if you can keep the 'love' emotion alive after the 'in love' madness fades away, you have a fair chance of the relationship surviving."
"Ah." Josephine looked relieved.
"And I will fight in any which way I can to keep our love alive and not let it burn away."
"Oh Panth!" Josephine exclaimed and leaned across the table to kiss me.
Just as the kiss started to heat up, the waiter came with our plates, nicely arranged with the food. He didn't bat an eye from seeing me, a relatively old man, French kiss a visibly underage girl.
"
Bon appétit," he said, I assumed it was to both of us, but he had only eyes for Josephine.
"Thank you," we said and started eating in comparatively silence.
Josephine left half her food uneaten and I cleared my plate.
"That was absolutely delicious," she said and smacked her lips. "I'm stuffed and couldn't eat anything more."
"So, no dessert?" I asked.
"You know what?" Josephine said with a mischievous grin. "I'll get some home-made cream when we get back."
"Oh," I said and felt my erection grow again. "You're such a ..."
"Shhh, don't say it."
Josephine smiled and suddenly I felt a bare foot in my crotch. She used her foot to stroke my erection through the fabric of my slacks.
"You'd better stop," I croaked. "Or I'll have some explaining to do with a big, wet patch on the front of my slacks."
"Oh, OK," Josephine said and stroked just once more before removing her foot.
"Too late," I moaned as the picture of she and I in the bed together manifested itself on my brain. I tried my best to hold back, but I couldn't. I pumped my slacks full of hot sperm while trying not to moan too loudly.
"I'm so sorry," Josephine said, laughing loudly. "I meant to tease you, not to get you off, really." She tried to stop herself laughing, but couldn't. "I ..." She shook her head and laughed. "It's just ..."
When I had stopped ejaculating, I joined her in laughing. It was rather funny that such a young girl (OK, lovely, sexy young girl) could get an old geezer like me off in a public place with a few strokes of her foot. "I'll make it up to you in bed," she said.
I looked down and saw that the sperm had seeped over the hem and ran down the front of the slacks in a thick trail. Josephine stood to better look herself and began laughing again, when she saw my predicament.
"That ... That'll be ... That'll be hard to hide," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Nothing wrong with the spermworks, huh?"
I grabbed a tissue and held it in front of my slacks before walking to the toilets.
"Let me help," Josephine said and followed me into the men's toilet.
A guy at the urinal turned when seeing Josephine in there and managed to miss the bowl in doing so. He literally weed the floor while tracking the pair of us on the short trip to the single stall. We went in and managed to close and lock the door behind us.
"OK now. Let me." Josephine opened my slacks and pulled them off of me. She handed me a wad of toilet paper. "Now clean your front while I try to clean these." I started to clean my front with the toilet paper, but it was quite difficult with the sticky sperm and the toilet paper ripping apart as soon as it got slightly wet. Josephine had managed to shake much of the sperm off my slacks and into the toilet. "Aw, I need to rinse this off under the tap." She unlocked the door and went out without closing it. I suddenly stood half naked in the open stall with small pieces of toilet paper scattered around my crotch and visible traces of sperm. She went over to the sink just as another man entered the toilet. He looked at her as she rinsed the sperm off the slacks, then he looked me up and down in my half-naked state. Then he smiled broadly and winked at me before going to the urinal to wee. "OK, I think I have managed to get most of the goo off," Josephine said and looked at the wet front. She seemed completely unaware of the other man in there. "Now let's get your mess cleaned off your front." She gave me the slacks and went back to the sink for some paper towels. "These might be better." She managed to remove most of the goo with a couple of damp towels and dried me off. "OK, Panth. Try them on again." I did as she said and shivered from the cold and damp slacks. The front didn't have any visible sperm stains, but they were wet. Visibly so.
We went back to our table where the waiting waiter looked at me for the first time. At the front of my slacks to be more precise. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut short by Josephine, "You should warn people not to open the tap too high in the bathroom. It's spraying all over the place."
"Sorry, miss. I wasn't aware of any problems with the tap." The waiter looked apologetically at her.
"Well, we'll let it pass for now, but try to have somebody look into it."
"I certainly will, miss," the waiter said and bowed to her.
"Could I please have the bill?" I said.
The waiter nodded and said, "As you wish."
We paid and walked back to the car. As I opened the door for Josephine, she said, "You can't drive home in those wet slacks. You'll get a cold."
"But, I haven't got any other ..." I started, closing her door and walking around to the driver's side.
"Who cares, Panth. You're my love and I don't want you to suffer from a cold. Slacks off. Now!"
I looked at her incredulously. She meant it. I looked around before quickly removing my slacks and entering the car. It felt completely strange to site bare-arsed on the leather seat. I'd never tried that before.
"Beautiful," she said and laid a soft hand on my dick that started to grow hard again.
She's a monster ... No, I'm a monster ... No,
we're monsters.
Both of us.
What a match!
While I tried to navigate the narrow roads of downtown City, she leisurely stroked my erection.
"I'm so happy that you love me so much," she said and squeezed my dick.
When we got out of the town and had reached the small road towards the village, she suddenly leaned over and began to suck me off.
"No, Princess!" I said and swerved on the road. "You'll get us into an accident."
Josephine didn't listen and I tried to concentrate on the road while my ten-year-old love gave me a blowjob. She was more free with sex than any other girl I had ever met and I couldn't even start to grasp how much I loved her.
"Uh, I ..." I started. "I ... Uh ... Oh ... Ahhhhhhh ... Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
I came hard and filled her mouth with my love juices. Josephine drank as quickly as she could but couldn't take it all. It started to run down her chin and drip on my legs as I kept spraying. She needed to breathe and took her mouth away from my dick to do so. Big mistake. I sent cascades of hot sperm into her face and all over her front, before it slowly subsided.
"Now see what you have done, Panth," she said and laughed. "I can't go anywhere with this soiled top." Then she just pulled it over her head, suddenly sitting topless in the car. "That's better." She laughed. "One's bottomless and the other topless. We make a good pair, don't we?"
I managed to nod while more or less keeping us on the road.
"I'm so happy that I have that effect on you," she said. "It just confirms your love for me."
I didn't want to tell her that even an octogenarian would come, given her treatment and that sex and love were two different, sometimes related, subjects. Not now, that is. I
did love her and she
did have a tremendous effect on me.
"Oh, we're home," she said when I stopped in my drive. "Come on in, I'm not finished with you." She jumped out of the car, sperm-covered top in one hand and my slacks in the other.
"But can't I have my ..."
"No, silly. Don't be such a spoilsport. Come on." She jumped impatiently, breasts wobbling nicely.
I got out and locked the car. At the door to the house I realised that the keys were in the slacks. "Can you please get me the house keys from my slacks," I said, hopelessly aware that my bare butt was visible to anyone coming past. Luckily it was dark, but still.
She rummaged through my slacks. "Sorry, Panth, but I can't find the keys."
"Oh," I said. "Can I check please?" She handed me the slacks, but they did not have any keys.
"Maybe they fell out in the car," Josephine said and stormed back and pulled the handle of the locked car.
I walked towards her more sedately and pressed the unlock button of the car key.
A car passed by, apparently without seeing us.
Josephine had opened the door and rummaged around on the floor. "Here they are," she cried triumphantly and held them in the air, just as an elderly couple walking their dog passed. They looked our way and opened their eyes wide.
"Did you see that?" the gentleman said in a stage whisper. "She's topless ... with cute little breasts."
"What? Oh," the lady said in a similar whisper and looked in Josephine's direction. "But he's not wearing trousers ... or underpants!"
"Huh?" The gentleman turned his head in my direction, but I had hid the offending parts behind the car.
"And he was
big!" The lady almost smirked.
Josephine was bent over half, resting her hands on her knees, laughing her head off, bare arse clearly visible under the skirt. "Ay, ay, ay," she cried. "Cute little breasts ... Ha ha ... and you're
big! ... Ha ha ha." She shook her head. "But you
are big." She was sobbing between small bursts of laughter. "Ah!" She stood straight again, her mouth twitching, ready to laugh at the least 'provocation'.
As the couple and dog disappeared, I came out from behind the car and walked to the house. I unlocked the door and indicated to Josephine to come in. She dragged her feet towards the house, giggling as she went.
"That was more than I bargained for," she said. "But by golly, it was fun."
I couldn't hold back anymore, I had to get it out. She did that to me, so I started laughing and suddenly we were literally rolling on the floor laughing. The door wide open. I could just imagine the couple coming back, seeing us on the floor, which made me laugh even harder.
"Stop it!" Josephine sobbed. "I'm hurting from laughing." She couldn't stop and neither could I.
After the better part of ten minutes, we were down to a sob and a giggle now and again. My sides were hurting and I could hardly get up to close the door, when I saw the couple again, staring directly at me. I just fell back and laughed like a madman again.
"What is it
now?" Josephine asked, as she hadn't seen the couple, yet.
"It's ... Ah ... It's them ... Uh ... The ... The people ... Oh ... Uh ... They're ... They're ... Ah ... They're passing again."
Josephine sat up, looked out and bent over forwards, tears streaming down her face. "Awwwww ... I can't ... Ohhhhhh ... I can't take it ... Uh .... Take it anymore."
I pushed the door shut with my foot and tried to push the thoughts of the couple away. It was difficult and after five minutes I was aching and still had a burst breaking out now and again.
With an effort I managed to pull my thoughts away from the funny business at hand. "I hope your dad is OK," I said and the thought of him in hospital helped us sober up.
When we had stopped giggling, we went upstairs and stripped naked. We brushed our teeth and were ready for bed. After that we gave Paul a call. He was in a good mood and, under the circumstances, well enough and the day's procedure had only involved blood tests and a scanning. They hadn't initiated the chemo yet.
After saying goodbye to him, we sat silently for a long time, looking at each other.
"I'm so happy that I have you now," Josephine said and leaned her head on my chest. "I know that Dad will die soon and without you I don't think I could manage."
"You're stronger than you think," I said and stroked her hair. "I'm sure you would have found a way to cope, but I will be here for you, that's a promise." I let my hand slide down her shoulder and somehow it ended on top of her breast.
She suddenly looked at me with a new intensity in her eyes. "I need you, Panth. Now!"
"But Princess, you can't take me, I'm sure." My dick totally disagreed and rose to full mast in seconds.
"I know, but we can do what we did yesterday, your cock between my legs without going inside?"
"I guess so," I said and pondered the alternatives. "You're probably too young to take me in your bum yet."
"In my bum?" Josephine asked, apparently not grossed out.
"Oh yes. Your bum is definitely a very erogenous zone."
"A very what?"
"Sorry, an erogenous zone is a place that makes you feel good, in a sexual way, when touched."
"Oh. And my bum is such place?"
"Definitely, if only you can relax and if you can manage my size without actually ripping anything."
Josephine smiled and looked at my erection. "Seeing how big you are, I think anything, apart from my mouth, would rip, if you tried to stick that in."
I smiled back, kissed her and continued, "Nah, not necessarily, you are more adaptable than you believe." I hugged her. "But you're right, we'll have to make do with what we can, until you are big enough for me."
"Honestly," she said. "I'll try to find ways to expand to be able to accommodate you." She hugged me back and kissed me frantically. "I
soooooooo want to have you fuck me." She looked at me. "But what do we do now. I'm wet!"
I touched her gently between her legs. "Wet, you say. You're the female version of the Amazon river." I stood and picked her up, having her hold around my neck and slowly lowered her down so she straddled my erection. "Fold your legs around my hips and I'll try it this way."
I slowly moved back and forth and after a short while, she managed to move with me, making her slide along almost the full length of my erection.
"Ah," she moaned. "This is good. Your cock is sliding across my clitoris all the time. It feels really good. I wish you could stick it up into me and fuck me proper."
"Ay, Princess, I'd love to fuck you too, but for now this seems to be good for what we can do."
"Ummm, yes," she hissed and bit her lip. "Delicious."
"Ahhh, uhhh," I moaned and felt my body tense in preparation for shooting.
"I love you sooooooooooooo much!" Josephine cried, climaxing.
Hearing Josephine climax was the last straw and I pulled back hard and forward again. This manoeuvre landed the head of my dick at her wet entrance just as I started to shoot. The combination of her weight, my push and our combined juices made me cover her ginny without actually penetrating her.
"Awwwwww-ahhhhhhhhh!" she moaned and tried to push herself further down on my dick, but to no avail. I was too big.
I kept spraying and a lot of it was pressed deep into her until she was totally filled and the rest escaped down her and my legs. She kissed me and moaned and pressed her breasts hard against my chest. It felt lovely. It was right. This was
us!
"Um, Panth," Josephine moaned when she came up for air. "This is our 'honeymoon', right? I know it's not a real honeymoon, but still, we are sort of official a couple and this our first official night on our own."
"You know what, Princess? I think you're right. Let's celebrate this day forever as our first official day together."
"Oh Panth!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "I
so much love you!" We hugged and my eyes were rather damp too, to say the least.
When she at last had to jump down, she just looked incredulously at the sperm running down her legs. "Is this normal?" she asked. "I mean it seems I've got an unending supply of sperm inside me. It just keeps seeping out and dripping on the floor."
"Well, Princess. It seems that I've filled you well and good. So far you�ve given me the best orgasms I've ever had. We're truly meant for each other, I think."
"Oh Panth!" Josephine sobbed and wet my cheeks with another hug.
We managed to get to bed ultimately, but we just couldn't keep our hands to ourselves and before I knew what, we were 69'ing and later another between-the-legs experience. We kept on into the wee hours until I was so exhausted that I couldn't get an erection anymore. I think it was probably after my tenth or eleventh climax. But honestly, I didn't count. Instead I savoured the feeling of my naked and most loved one next to me and she seemed to like it just as much. Eventually we fell asleep and managed to sleep on until the clock went off in the morning.
Yawn. "Good morning, Panth. What a lovely morning it is."
Yaaaaaaawn. It was quite contagious. "Good morning to you too, My Tired One," I said. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Cheese on toast, please, if you've got the stuff for it."
"If I haven't, I'll drive to the nearest supermarket to get it."
"With a hard-on like that?" she said mischievously.
"I'll probably have to get that down somehow," I said. "Maybe I'll just go to the toilet and do it."
"Are you mad, Panth?" Josephine said, mock seriously. "And let that yummy sperm go to waste. I'll not have it!" She waved me closer. "Com'ere." I moved over and sat right next to her. She bent over and started to suck me good.
"Oh Princess!" I sighed. "This is the way for a man to be woken up. Your tongue is so lovely against my dick. I love the way you swirl it around the head."
She grunted and suddenly I felt her nose against my tummy. I looked down and saw her triumphant, blue eyes looking at me. She had deep-throated me! A feat no one had ever achieved before in my life, and believe me, it was not for lack of trying.
"Aiee, My Love. You're the best lover and partner anyone could wish for. I'm eternally grateful for meeting you. And well pleased with your abilities on my dick. Ahhhh."
She moved up and down and the feeling of my whole length moving in and out of her velvety throat was just too much, in a few minutes I came really hard again and shot my precious liquid right down her hot gullet. She didn't break eye contact with me at any point during her blowjob and the love I could see in her eyes was heart warming beyond measure.
I leaned down and kissed her blonde hair. "I love you Princess. More than words can tell. You are my soul mate — and I don't care that you're only ten."
With a slight plop, Josephine let go of my hard dick. The loving situation we were in and her beautiful body kept me hard despite the orgasm.
She shook her head. "Was my work all in vain?" she asked. "You seem hard as ever."
"No it wasn't," I replied. "It's still hard, but it's not as urgent as before. It'll go down, when you're out of sight ... I think."
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Do I still have that effect on you?"
"Well yes," I said. "I think it will take quite some time before that changes." I looked at the clock again. "I'd better check on the supplies in the kitchen, as I don't think I've got time for shopping."
I plodded down to the kitchen and realised that I had grated cheese in the freezer. I quickly toasted some bread, buttered two slices for Josephine and topped them with grated cheese. I put them in the grill and had a nice crisp cheese on toast in less than ten minutes. I poured some milk, arranged it all on a tray and popped out in the garden to get a flower. I found a beautiful red rose, which I cut and arranged on the tray. While the toasting was going on, I had put jam on top of two slices for me and made a cup of instant coffee for myself. I went upstairs to the bedroom and found Josephine lying back with half closed eyes, one leg lifted and a free view of her bald ginny. Instant erection.
"Here you are, Princess," I said and placed the tray on the table. "Come and have your breakfast."
She sauntered over to the table in a — how can I put it — graceful, homely manner. "How sweet of you," she said and lifted the rose to smell it. "And it all looks and smells absolutely lovely, which is good as I'm ravenous." She sat down and started to wolf down the cheese on toast. "I could get used to being served."
I sat down opposite her and started to eat my toast while keeping my eyes on her. She was naturally beautiful and was gifted with a grace and poise that most supermodels would kill for.
"How did you know I love milk in the morning?" she asked and drank a bit of it.
"Lucky guess," I said. "And a sneak view in your fridge, which had plenty of milk, a good indication that at least one of you drink milk regularly."
"Oh, you cheated!" Josephine laughed and ate another bite of her toast.
We quickly finished the breakfast and hurried to get dressed as school time was close. I drove her to school and managed to get her out of the car before registration started, despite her lips that seemed to be glued to mine. I sat in the car outside the school for a few minutes, feeling totally empty inside. She had certainly had a huge impact on a middle-aged man's life.
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