Pretty Pictures

a Story by Varangian

Summer, 2006

It was so fortuitous that it was hard to believe.� I had seen this little girl before, now not so little.� The curious mole at the juncture of her neck and left shoulder was a give-away, a mole on an otherwise unblemished body.

In the porno flick that I had down-loaded from a Usenet site to a disc she was nine, or more probably ten.� She lay back on a bed while a guy, adult but not too old, his face unseen, had fondled her young, soft flesh then come astride her, pushing a fat cock head at her dainty mouth.� He jacked himself to climax and squirted onto her tongue, into her mouth, across her face.� She grinned up at him, bubbling the semen from her lips.� Then the scene ended, the monitor going black.

Now in the mall she appeared to be twelve.� Small tits poked at her blouse, and her shapely legs were longer.� She was with an adult woman, her mother, I presumed.

�Is there a Cargo store in this mall?� I asked the woman, an older version of the girl.

�No,� she answered, but did not step away.

I saw an interest in her eyes, an interest in me.� I avoided looking at the girl and concentrated on her presumed mother.

�I�m new to town,� I said with a smile.

�Just finished college?� she asked.

I laughed briefly.� �Hardly.� I�m twenty eight and reassigned here by my firm.�

�Firm?�

�I�m a corporate lawyer.�

Her interest seemed to increase.� �There�s a Cargo at a mall on the other side of town.� I�m Phyllis Collins, by the way.�

Bingo!� �Ted Stevens,� I responded then glanced at the girl.

�She�s my daughter, Marcia.�

I nodded to the girl and said, �I�m so new to town, Phyllis.� Would you like to show me around?�

She wore no wedding ring.� I hoped against hope.

�We were going to the food court.� Would you care to join us?�

I knew then that I had the mother, but my target was the cute twelve year old whom I knew was not innocent.� She gave me a curious grin.

* * *

Phyllis and I fucked on our second date.� She met my thrusts with enthusiastic responses, scratching my shoulders and mewling all the while.� A small cry, a high-pitched gasp, announced her climax after which she whined in orgasm for some seconds. �I let myself go and spewed into her.

We did almost everything that night, not getting to sleep until dawn.� She sucked on me and I licked her.� We fucked three more times.� We did not do anal intercourse until later, on the fourth date.

�So,� I asked, after we had calmed down, fondling a small tit � she was a slender woman like her daughter � �where�s your husband?�

�Out of the picture,� she answered with conviction.� �Good riddance!�

I assumed then that the husband, the father, possessed the cock that had slimed the young girl�s mouth.

I was content with Phyllis, a thirty one year old woman in good shape, but I could not get her daughter�s image out of my mind.� I had whacked off to the video of her at age ten numerous times.� I made a point of not mentioning Marcia.

�We�re just three years apart in age,� I said.

�Does that bother you, Ted?�

�No, not at all.� What�s three years?�

�You brought it up.�

�Let�s go on, Phyllis.� We seem to have discovered something special.�

�I like it with you, Ted.� Will we be seeing each other regularly?�

�Absolutely!

Phyllis was a low-paid secretary in search of a husband.� I was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to get close to her young daughter.

* * *

Marcia was on to me.� I could tell it in her eyes.� We picked her up from her grand parents� house after Phyllis and I returned from our weekend honeymoon.

�Am I going to call you Dad or Ted?� the girl asked me as we sat together on the couch.

�How did you address your real father?� I asked in return.

�I miss him,� she said, not answering, �although he drank a lot and did things.�

I placed an arm around her, and she snuggled to me.

�Naughty things?� I asked.

�Mom thought so.� She threw him out.�

I brushed my lips across her fresh cheek then whispered into her ear.� �Did you enjoy what he did?�

She nodded.

�I don�t drink, Marcia.�

She quickly turned her head to look at me then grinned wickedly in a little girl way.� I palmed a small tit to confirm her suspicions.

�We can�t let Mom find out,� she said before rising to her feet.

Phyllis was in the kitchen just a few yards away, blissfully humming, newly married to a professional man, a guy, moreover, who knew how to bring her off.

Marcia stood near the front window, a safe distance from me in case Phyllis came into the room.� Clad in shorts and tank top, the flesh of her young body enticed me.� She was a blond girl of perhaps one hundred pounds and five feet in height.� Her pretty face had matured somewhat.� It was no longer that of the ten year old in the video who bubbled her dad�s semen from smiling lips.

Phyllis entered the living room.

�Ted,� she asked, handing me a list, �would you go the market and get me these things?�

�Of course,� I said.� �Where�s the market?�

�Marcia, go with your dad and show him.� You know where everything is in the store.�

* * *

�How do you know about me?� Marcia asked as we sat inside the car in the supermarket�s parking lot.� �I could tell from the way you looked at me the first time we met.�

�Did your dad often take videos of you and him together?�

��You�ve seen one of those?�� She was shocked and upset.

�He foolishly published at least one on the internet.�

�He was usually drunk,� she remarked by way of explanation.

�He�s gone now,� I said, placing a palm on her near, bare thigh, �and I�m here.� I neither drink nor take pictures.�

She grinned at me.� �You�re beating around the bush, Ted.� Come out and say what you mean, what you want.�

�You know what I mean, Marcia.� You�ve already acknowledged it back at the house, and you seemed to want the same thing.� We�re talking about a grown man having sex with a twelve year old girl.�

�You�d risk it?� she asked, squinting at me.� �You said you don�t drink.� Dad always had to get drunk first.�

�How far would you let me go, if I said yes?�

�I�m not going to tell you, Ted.� You�ll have to decide first, then you�ll find out.� Let�s go shopping now.�

Inside the market I let her lead the way, enjoying the view of her from behind.� Her legs were sexy and she hardly had hips.� With quick, coltish moves she grabbed items from the shelves and tossed them into the basket.

She was dangerously illicit, especially because she appeared to be willing to have sex.� Perhaps she missed the feel of a man.

Considering the experience with her husband, Phyllis would be alert to any gesture of mine toward the girl, however innocent.� If Marcia and I began an affair, there would be no way to conceal it.

I decided to forego the certain delight of having sex with the pretty twelve year old.� When I told her on the drive back home, she seemed disappointed.

* * *

I noticed a change in Marcia�s behavior after that.� I became just �Ted� to her, her mother�s new husband in whom she neither confided nor sought his attention.

�She�ll come around, Ted,� Phyllis mentioned after a few days.� �She�ll get used to you eventually.�

Then, after a week or more of studied indifference towards me, Marcia sprang a surprise.� Phyllis was away for the afternoon, leaving me alone with her daughter.

�Mom doesn�t suspect a thing,� she said after plopping down beside me on the couch.

�What�s to suspect?�

�You�ve touched me, Ted.� We�ve talked about sex.� I�ll keep giving you the cold shoulder, when she�s around.� She�ll never guess what we do together.�

�I�m not so sure about this, Marcia.� It�s dangerous.�

�Don�t you want to kiss me?�

�Of course I do � and more than that.� But if we get really involved, I doubt we�d fool her for long.�

�We don�t have to get involved in each other, Ted.� We could just do some kissing, touching and talking.�

So we kissed.� I immediately learned that she was very practiced.� I slipped a hand beneath her halter to fondle a bare tit that was too small to jiggle.� Realizing that I was on a very slippery slope, I removed the hand.

�Maybe we shouldn�t touch,� I said.� �Let�s talk instead.� How long did you and your father play around together.�

�For most of a year, when I was ten.� Then Mom found us together in bed and threw him out.�

�Did you go all the way?�

�We were planning to, but we got caught first.�

�What about other guys?�

�I suppose older boys are afraid, just like you.� Besides, Mom won�t let me date.� What was I doing in the video you saw?�

Marcia was entirely relaxed during this intimate conversation.

�He squirted into your mouth.�

She giggled.� �He did that a lot.� He used to lick on me.� Will you lick one me, Ted?�

�I�d love to, Marcia, but that�s a bad idea.�

�Please, Ted.� I really miss the feel of it.� Do it then I�ll go over to Stacy�s house and leave you alone.�

�I�m sorry.� I really am, because I would enjoy doing that too.� Will you help me on this, Marcia, and not be so provocative?� I�ll try to convince your mother to let you date.�

She scowled at me then stormed out of the house.� I had an advantage on her, and she knew it.� Her mother was always eager to deal with my sexual urges.

* * *

Marcia�s aloofness towards me was now genuine.� She was a rejected little woman.

�I must confess something, Phyllis,� I told my wife as we prepared for bed that night.

�Not if you don�t want to, Ted.� Especially if it has to do with Marcia.�

�What do you mean?�

�I don�t want to go into the details, Ted, but despite her age she has had sexual experience.� I think she�s jealous of me having you.� I suppose that�s why she�s sometimes so sullen.�

�She�s sexually active?�

�Not now, and that�s the problem.� She�s sexually frustrated after having experienced sex over many months.� I dated other guys after my divorce, and they all reported that she offered herself to them.� Thank god none of them took her up on it.� What am I going to do, Ted?� I suppose she�s done the same with you and you rejected her.�

�Yes, something like that, Phyllis.� You should put her on the pill.� You never can know what�ll happen.�

�I�ve already done that.� She had her first period last month.�

�Isn�t that a bit early?� She�s only a little past her twelfth birthday.�

�She�s precocious in many ways, Ted.� God!� I can�t believe this is happening again!�

�What do you mean, darling?� I asked.

�It was her own father, my husband, who had sex with her.� She was only ten!� Now I have you, a much better man than that sot!� And it�s happening again!� Marcia will throw herself at you, and I doubt you�ll resist.� How could you?�

�I�m a responsible man, Phyllis.�

�It will only take a moment of weakness, Ted.� No one�s perfect.� Then you�ll be caught.� I know how men are.�

�It�s you I love, Phyllis.�

�I know, and I love you desperately.� But this is about sex.� She�s fresh, young, pretty and available.� She lives with us every day.� She�ll catch you, Ted!� I just know it!� What am I going to do?�

Phyllis broke down, crying convulsively.� I held her gently in my arms and rubbed her back.

�It�s you I want,� I whispered into her ear, �and I want you now.�

We went to bed and spent a full hour making love.� It was amazing.� I brought her off in the missionary position after having licked her to prior excitement.� Then I came.� But my cock remained hard.� We fucked joyously, she enjoying a string of orgasms in short succession, writhing and crying out of control.� Then my unflagging cock set her off again.

I held her in my arms as she calmed down then slowly pumped myself to climax.� It was our best fuck ever.

I noticed the bedroom cracked open.� I knew for certain that I had closed it.

�I afraid about Marcia,� Phyllis said quietly as we snuggled.� �She could catch something awful.�

�Perhaps you should let her date,� I suggested.

�She�s only interested in older guys, Ted.� She told me so.� Some pervert is going to abuse her, and she�ll enjoy the experience.� You see, she had sex for almost a year with my husband.� Now, it�s been more than a year.� She masturbates constantly.� Haven�t you noticed?

�Yes,� I said abruptly, not telling my wife that I had recently stood at Marcia�s bedroom door and watched her on the bed with hand inserted into her jeans.� I observed until the girl bucked and gasped.

�What am I going to do?� Phyllis wailed.� �She�ll be after you and catch you at a weak moment.� I can�t send her away, Ted.� I don�t have any living relatives.�

�But you still love her?�

�Of course I do.� She�s my pretty daughter.� Think of something, Ted.� Shelter her from predators.� It�s up to you, I�m afraid.�

Phyllis, I had learned, was a very heavy sleeper, so I felt safe to rise from the bed in the middle of the night and go to Marcia�s room.� She too was a sound sleeper, not waking when I palmed a small tit that was concealed by her pajama top.� Then I changed my mind and went back to my room and rejoined Phyllis on the bed.

* * *

�Would you mind if I take Marcia to the beach today?� I asked Phyllis the next morning.

�She�s your daughter, Ted.� You should spend time with her and maybe cheer her up.�

Cheer her up?� The only thing that would cheer the girl up was to indulge her sexually.� Phyllis and I both knew that!� I assumed that Phyllis did not want to hear the particulars of what would certainly occur between her daughter and me.� All that she wished for was a happy household.� Marcia obviously was now my problem.

�Things have changed,� I told Marcia at breakfast, after her mother went out to putter in the garden.

�How so?�

�We can fool around together anyway you like, only we can�t be too obvious about it in front of your mother.� You�ll be my affectionate little daughter, but in private we�ll do what you want.�

�Mom will know?�

�She�ll choose not to know.� I�ll be your secret boyfriend.�

Marcia grinned at me slyly.� �Starting now?� she asked.

�Yes.� We�re going to the beach today.

She smiled brilliantly.� �I have a mini bikini that Mom doesn�t like me to wear in public.�

�Do you have another, more modest swimsuit?�

�Yeah, but you�ll like the bikini.�

�Slip the bikini into the car when your mother is not looking, then put on the other swimsuit.� That�s how we�ll be playing this game from now on.�

We drove to a nearby state park that stretched along the shore line.� I paid for a camp site, after which Marcia and I erected a good-sized tent that I had brought along.� There were few other people around, it being still May and too chill for serious bathing.� We felt secure inside with the flap closed.

�Now we change into our swimsuits,� I said.

But we didn�t get that far, stopping for passionate kissing when we were both nude.� I laid the girl on her back to explore her lovely, young body with my hands, relishing its softness.

�Will you lick on me now, Ted?� she asked, interrupting my reverie.

I nodded then kissed her belly, thighs and pussy lips below just curling pin hairs.� I brought her off with tongue and lips after a few minutes.� She gasped and bucked at climax.� I then sucked on tits that had not existed six months earlier, after which I ate her out again.

�Are you ready for this?� I asked, rising between her outspread legs to rub my hard cock at her hairless pussy.

�Maybe not yet, Ted, but I�ll suck on you.�

�You�re bigger than Dad,� she said when she went down on me.

She gave terrific head!� Her father had taught her well.� After a while I shot into her mouth and messed her face.� After blowing some bubbles, she smiled then swallowed.� I cleaned her up with a towel.

I suppose people on the beach thought her stunning in that bikini � a fresh, young girl with a lovely body.� But I knew intimately what the sparse fabric concealed.� We splashed in the still frigid water then wandered the shore, exploring dunes and woods.

�Let�s go back to the tent now,� she said after an hour.� �I want to do it.�

�Are you sure?� I asked.

�Yeah.� It�s time.�

We undressed inside the tent.� After much kissing, I licked her to climax a couple of times then mounted the girl.� It was an easy penetration.� The hymen gave way to slight pressure from my hard cock.� She grimaced then looked up at me with a wan smile as I slid all the way in.

She didn�t come, of course.� She wouldn�t experience that while fucking for a while yet.� But she was in no distress, and she allowed me to attain my pleasure as I looked down at her girlish face.

�It stung a bit,� she said afterwards, cuddling to me.� �I�m sore now.� Will you lick on me again?�

* * *

�Did you have a good time?� Phyllis asked after we returned home

�It was fun,� Marcia answered indifferently, �but the water was cold.�

�It�ll warm up as we go into summer,� her mother said, not wanting to know anything more about the momentous outing.� �I�m sure you and your Dad will spend a lot of time at the beach this year.�

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