George sat looking at Mary unhappy with what he was seeing. The twenty year old had shown up with plans to go out clubbing with his daughter Connie, whom was still in the bathroom applying her makeup. All of this was normal. The trouble was, every week Mary’s clothes were a little more trashy. This week she had knee high fuck-me boots, miniskirt, and bustier, all in black leather. The outfit was garnished with fishnet stockings.
It matched her long shiny black hair, striking blue eyes, and unblemished fair white skin nicely. But it was too whorish, even for clubbing, and he had told her so. He just didn’t like to see her degrading herself like this. She had always been his little angel.
“Oh, get over it. You’ll have to let us grow up sometime.” Mary sneered at him.
“I accept that you and Connie are growing up and dating guys, but you need to have a little sense of decency.” Mary rolled her eyes at him. “If you look like a whore, some guys will think they can treat you like a whore.” He explained.
“I know how to handle myself. I know how to say no.” Mary replied.
“If they don’t take no for an answer?”
“I have knees and they have balls.”
He looked at the waif-like, 4 foot 10, 90 pound girl from head to toe. “So you think you can fight a full grown man off.”
“I have pepper spray in my purse too.”
“In that purse.” He pointed at the small bag in her hand. Mary nodded in response. George challenged her, “Act like you are going to spray me with it.”
“What?”
“Get it out right now and show me what you would do if I attacked you.” He growled loudly.
Mary hesitated looking a little scared. George had always been sweet to her. He tended to pick and cluck at her like a bit of a mother hen at times, but she wasn’t used to him being mean and aggressive. He was the warm, accepting constant in her life. He had been more of a father to her than her own absent dad.
Mary’s father had divorced her mother ten years ago and started a new family. She knew her real dad loved her and he tried to stay part of her life but nothing replaced a dad at home. George had always been around when Mary came over to hang with Connie. He may not have known it, but half the reason Mary visited so much was because she wanted to experience his charm. Mary had tried to set him up with her mom so she could have him around in a more permanent setting but they hadn’t been interested in each other.
His disapproval of her clothes hurt Mary. Disappointing George always hurt. If he told her to change her clothes, she would, he only needed to ask. Mary liked that he cared.
George shocked Mary out of her stupor when he shouted, “Defend yourself, damn it!”
Mary went for the pepper spray. She didn’t have a chance to even get her hand in the purse. George grabbed her wrists. She went to knee him in the crotch, but he used his knee to block hers then hooked his ankle behind her supporting leg. He swept her to the ground instantly and her purse was flung away removing any hope of grabbing for the pepper spray even if she could free her wrist.
George used his legs to force Mary’s apart and pinned her arms above her head in what she felt was an overtly sexual pose while their genitals rubbed together. He moved both her wrists into one of his large hands. This freed his other hand to tickle her ribs. He easily controlled her body despite her frantic struggles.
Her struggling caused her tiny skirt to push up past her waist exposing her minimal black satin panties. George figured he had his victory, proving just how quickly and how far things could get out of her control. He would let her up then give her the lecture on needing to stay out of bad situations in the first place.
However, Mary bridged her back trying to buck George off of her. The motion caused him to fall forward with his lips coming within an inch of hers. They were both suddenly filled with an overwhelming awareness of each other. She could feel his hardness against her vulva. He could feel the heat of her sex on his stiffness. Their mouths so close they shared each other’s hot breaths. They both realized that the situation had turned from playing to very sexually charged.
If Mary’s arms had not been trapped above her head she would have grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. Being so close to her goal yet not acquiring it was killing her.
George wanted take her then and there. He ground his loins into hers. Despite the pleasure of his actions, his lust clouded mind began to clear, and he felt guilty for essentially forcing himself on a girl literally half his age.
Connie cleared her throat while standing in the doorway staring at her father’s and best friend’s bodies tangled in a carnal display.
They both froze. George quickly disengaged himself from her and helped Mary up off of the floor. They stood huffing like they had been running the 100 meter dash and avoiding eye contact. George was formulating an apology and Mary chased erotic thoughts from her head while putting her clothes back in place.
“What the hell are you two doing? It sounded like there were galloping elephants out here.” Connie muttered at them from the doorway. “I swear, sometimes the two of you are like five year olds. I can’t leave you alone for two minutes without you going at each other.” Connie wandered back to the bathroom shaking her head theatrically.
George tried to apologize to Mary, “I… look, I’m, um, I didn’t mean to… you know… I’m sorry.”
“No, I understand, you’re right. I’ll go change.” Mary fled off to Connie’s room, presumably to steal a change in clothes but also to escape the awkward situation.
Connie appeared from the bathroom ready to go. Although her outfit was prudish compared to what Mary had been wearing, in Frank’s opinion his daughter Connie’s skin tight, green sleeveless dress showed way too much of her d-cup cleavage and came down to mid thigh showing way too much leg. Her feet were armored in Doc Martin boots, contrasting with the feminine dress and girlish blond ponytail. He did not like seeing his daughter dress in a sexual way, but she was 20 and he was trying to let her grow up a little. She was beginning to look exactly like her long deceased mother had when they had married.
“What did you do with Mary?” She demanded.
“She’s changing.”
“Oh, Dad. Did you guilt her into changing because she looked too sexy?” Connie teased.
“I guess. There is a limit to how slutty I want you girls to look.”
“Yeah, she did look a little too much like a streetwalker.”
Mary came back out in one of Connie’s dresses she had thrown over the top of her previous outfit. The new dress was yellow and a came down to just above the knee. Connie is about 6 inches taller than Mary. On Connie, George thought this dress was too short, it only came down just past her ass. It was also skin tight on Connie and clung to her ample boobs showing lots of cleavage. He hated this dress for how much it screamed sex while his daughter wore it. Now it hung loosely on the much smaller statured Mary only hinting at her modest curves hidden underneath. The top was way too loose and open, and would not have concealed her chest but Mary still had the bustier on underneath so she was presentable. George found the coy hiding of her body a hell of a lot more sexy than the overt display of her previous outfit.
George thought she looked good enough to eat. He distinctly remembered the heat emanating from her sex minutes before. He let his mind wander to imagining how it would feel on his tongue while he explored her pussy.
This wasn’t the first time he fantasized about having sex with Mary. Although he couldn’t quite figure out what it was, she had developed a certain quality in the last year that made him want her badly.
“So, does this meet with your approval sir?” Mary asked with a sarcastic tone and a steel blue gaze.
“Yeah, you look amazing.” George said without considering how it sounded.
Mary blushed brightly at the compliment and looked down shyly. She liked the hungry predatory look in his eyes. She had noticed this desirous look had frequently started showing up in his eyes for several months now. The sexy outfits were for him, so that she could see his hungry eyes. She longed for those looks. She noted he may not be attracted to the whorish look. She would error on the side of innocent, and maybe a little naughty, going forward. She thought maybe he would like the sexy, innocent school girl look. She would need to find out.
“You guys are creeping me out big time.” Connie informed them. To her father, “We’ll be back late, Dad.” To Mary she said, “If you can stop effing around, let’s go.” And then with a coy smile and a small wave of the hand from Mary to George the girls were gone.
***
A couple of weeks went by without any further drama. It seemed like Mary had toned down her clothes and while still looking cute she was a lot less trampy. He loved the adorable skirts and knee socks she had suddenly grown fond of.
Just before noon one Saturday morning Connie left for work and would not be back until after dinner (she worked in a clothing store at the mall). George was planning on spending the morning doing household chores while having football on in the background. About 30 minutes after Connie was gone, Mary knocked on the door.
“Connie home?” She let herself in without waiting for a response.
“She just left for work.”
“That’s fine, I can wait.”
“She won’t be back for like seven hours.”
“I’m patient.” She dropped onto the sofa, picked up the tv remote, and started surfing through the channels. “What are you watching?”
“I WAS watching college football.”
She kept changing channels, ignoring him. “It seems like there is never anything good on.” She shut the tv off.
George knew Mary was screwing with him. She wasn’t this oblivious. She was the smartest and most perceptive person he had ever known. She damn near had a photographic memory and the one time he had played chess against her she had demolished him even though she was playing videos games on her DS the whole time. It was rather humiliating, especially since she had been 13 years old at the time.
George sat next to her, “What is on your mind, Mary?”
She turned to face him, “I want a rematch.”
“Rematch?”
“You know I can’t stand losing at anything. Ever.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I can tell by the way you have been looking at me that you think about finishing what we started too.”
“Please, pretend I have no idea what the hell you are talking about. What rematch?”
“Our little game,” she blinked her big blue doe eyes at him in the most innocent way, “where you try to rape me.”
George swallowed. That was what exactly what it had been. He had not allowed himself to think of what he had been doing even if he had no intention of following through.
Mary continued, “I want a do-over, without Connie around to interrupt us.”
She stood and took her t-shirt and shoes off. She was left wearing yoga pants and a sport bra, not that her modest b-cup breasts needed support. “Come on big boy. Let’s see what you are made of.” She teased.
Her eyes ran up and down his tall fit body, and his broad chest and wide shoulders. It seemed ridiculous that she would challenge this manly mountain of muscle to a physical contest. George was wearing loose lightweight lycra workout shorts and a t-shirt. Little protection from the attack she had planned out. She figured she would have one chance to take him by surprise.
“I’m not so sure this is a good idea.” George wasn’t sure he could take any more of her teasing without breaking.
She stretched her arms over her head warming up like she wasn’t paying attention, however the instant George stood, Mary attacked. She threw her full weight at his trim 6 foot 1 body, wrapping her arms around his waist and shoving her shoulder into his firm stomach. For a tiny, sub-5 foot tall girl, she was pushing with surprising strength. George leaned into her in order to stay upright.
As soon as she felt his weight lean into her, Mary reversed pulling George forward off of his feet. He instinctively stepped forward to catch himself. Quick as lightning, Mary swung around behind George while he regained his footing and jumped on his back, laughing the whole time as she got her arms around his neck trying for a headlock. Before she could get her legs or arms set around him, George was able to hook an arm around her waist, overcome her arm strength, and pull her around to his front. She locked her heels behind his back squeezing his torso with her thighs.
George wrapped his arms around her and sat hard on the sofa with Mary in his lap. They sat breathing heavily.
Mary had a huge smile. “Please don’t disappoint me by giving up that easy.” Mary plead.
“I’ve heard enough of your talk.”
He tickled her sides and used her lapse in concentration as an opportunity to rolled her onto her back. Mary squealed and slapped at his hands. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. He trapped both of her wrists in one of his hands.
Mary taunted him, “Oh, this trick again. Now what, tough guy?”
“I win.”
She tightened her legs around his waist. “Not yet. You need to follow this game through to its logical conclusion.You only win if you take me as your reward.”
George assumed a confused expression. Mary thought the way his head cocked to the side in a puppy like manner was adorable.
She continued, “I shouldn’t need to explain the rules of what we are doing. You win when you tear my clothes off and have your way with me. Truthfully, I think that’s when we both win.”
George finally figured out that she was offering herself to him and he was not sure how to respond. He wanted her, but he wondered if it was the right thing to do. He relaxed his grip on her wrists.
Seeing his internal struggle, Mary pulled her arms free, placed her hands on the sides of his head and guided his mouth to her own. She used her tongue to find his.
Any hesitation he may have had died in Mary’s mouth. He was more than ready to ‘claim his reward’
Without a word George stood and threw Mary over one of his wide shoulders. She giggled with delight at the manhandling and lightly issued a fake struggle in his grasp. She kicked her feet and pounded her tiny fists on his well muscled back.
As he carried her into his bedroom, Mary was filled with anxiety. This was all part of her plan, why she came over and provoked him today. She had gotten tired of waiting for George to act on the impulses he obviously felt. She had fantasized about this minute for months. What if she messed it up now? She was terrified.
Still on his shoulder, she reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up.
George leaned forward and laid Mary on the bed. As he stood she peeled his shirt off over his head. If he had any doubt of her intent it was quickly evaporating as she beckoned him to her with a curling index finger and a sultry smile. He hooked his thumbs in his shorts and dropped them along with his underpants.
Mary’s eyes got huge. She was afraid for a new reason, George was much bigger than she had worked with before. It was like her arm if she made a fist and she was pretty sure she could not get her hand inside herself.
George read her mind through her eyes and took it as a compliment. He had no worry about how their bodies would fit together. He knew from experience with enough lube and patience they would both have a lot of fun.
Mary could see there was no turning back now. If he had a hungry look before, now he looked ravenous. George was a wolf looking at a helpless little lamb. He was going to have her. The sense of being helpless to his desires at this point was exhilarating. She could feel her body loosening, moistening, preparing for action. Even her mouth was watering in hopeful anticipation of having him in there.
George quickly pulled Mary up to into his arms; she squeaked in surprise as she flew to him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his naked body. He groped her ass as his lips connected to hers. He licked and nibbled at her mouth.
Mary thought this was nice but she was growing impatient. “I will be heartbroken if you don’t tear my clothes off soon.”
George set her on the floor lightly then in two quick, distinct motions, first up then down. He had her shirt thrown across the room and her pants and panties around her ankles. She held his shoulder for balance as he kneeled in front of her sliding the clothes off of her feet delicately.
He stood then gave her a shove onto the bed. Mary fell back in a lewd display. After crawling on to the bed with her, he used his tongue to taste every inch of her body. He started at her feet and worked his way to her shoulders avoiding all contact with her genitals and nipples. Then he used his mouth to worship her fingers and worked his way up to her shoulders again before moving to her nipples.
Mary was a blithering mass by this point and her pussy was making a puddle. She pushed down on the top of his head encouraging him to move his mouth lower on her body. She could feel his hot breath bathing her mons. Mary raised her hips to cause him to contact her wet sex.
He licked her hot, wet center. He licked at her clit rapidly. George chased her clit around as her hips writhed and bounced. She wailed louder and louder until the earth shook around her. She came, shouting loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He sat up as her convulsions subsided.
She desperately wanted to make love now but could not find her voice to ask so she desperately tried to pull him on top of her.
“Not yet little angel.” He chided her.
“Ugh!” she threw her head back in frustration.
He went to the bathroom and came back with a jar of Vaseline. He coated his thick finger and used it to work at the opening of her pussy.
Mary really liked the way his finger felt inside her but she wanted his cock inside her.
Once one finger was slipping in and out easily he added a second. She grunted at the stretching. When he was happy with her body’s response to his preparations George carefully mounted his tiny new girlfriend.
His seated position between Mary’s thighs caused the head of his cock to probe upward against her g-spot. She had not felt this sensation during intercourse before. Every time he trusted forward pushing the first half of his cock into her womb, he stretched her opening more than she thought possible and put pressure on her g-spot. This was a place in her vagina that had never been stimulated before. She was coming again but this time it was different. She could not handle it anymore.
George enjoyed watching Mary’s eyes rolling back into her head as she grunted unintelligible noises. She dug her heels into the bed and launched herself off of his dick landing in a crumpled heap higher up the bed.
George grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to him across the satin sheets. He covered her body with his own kissing Mary on the mouth. She responded by vigorously kissing him back.
Laying over Mary, George entered her pussy slowly. She thought that surely he would bottom out soon, but he kept sliding in stretching even deeper parts of her womb. When she was convinced he was going to hit something vital his balls came to rest on her ass. She wondered if she should be proud or ashamed that she had taken his entire monster inside of her body.
“Oh! So tight. It feels so perfect inside you.” George moaned.
He began to pump in and out. Her tight pussy felt so good and it had been a long time since he had had a beautiful woman stretched around his cock he knew he could not last long.
He slowly picked up his pace encouraged by Mary’s vocals. Mary liked what he was doing, but honestly the earlier events had already been the greatest sex of her life by a wide margin and the intense simulation had desensitized her a bit. Now the only thing on her mind was helping George find the maximum pleasure possible.
“That’s right give it to me. Make me your women.” She shouted. George picked up the pace. “Oh god, so big, I’m so full. Faster!” She didn’t mind stroking his ego a bit. What guy didn’t want to hear about how big and wonderful his dick was. Besides in George’s case it was true.
George was building towards his big finish and he realized that in his lust that he had not asked if she was using the pill. Between grunts he asked the awkward question, “Where. Should. I. Cum?”
Mary locked her heels behind his ass. “In me. Cum in me. Drown my pussy.” She yelled.
George unleashed his torrent. Mary refused to let him disengage. While feeling George flood her body with seminal fluid did not trigger any additional orgasms, it did give her an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. She had served him well and he had rewarded her with his seed. She held him in place with her feet to make sure neither his cock nor his cum escaped her body as they recovered.
After he could breath again George asked, “Are you on the pill?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” She smiled wistfully. “Let’s make a deal, I’ll tell you, if you cum in me again.” Mary could feel his wilting member stiffening inside her again. “I think someone likes the idea.”
“You’re a naughty little thing.” He knew based on her personality she must be on the pill, but the idea there was a chance he might get her pregnant fed his lust.
They lay grinding against each other until George had fully recovered. Mary pulled herself off of his thick organ and got on her hands and knees. She felt empty without him stretching her body open, but she wanted him to take her from behind. It was embarrassing for her to admit, but doggy was always her favorite position. She waited for him to get the idea.
Seeing Mary presenting herself for him fuck was exciting. Her small body looked so enticing, so perfectly formed. Her small waist, flat stomach, flared hips, heart shaped ass, small round buns, and tiny tits hanging to small points. She looked like a girl from one of those ‘too small’ porno videos on the net he like to watch every night pretending it was Mary.
George moved in behind her and started to feed his cock into her pussy. He held her hips and settled in to a medium rhythm. Mary felt like he was redefining her favorite position. She liked it because this was normally the only way she could cum from penetration. He had already changed that earlier. Before, sex for her had always been about fucking really hard and trying to cum if she was lucky. Now, he was somehow making love to her, not mere fucking, and still making it feel great. Then he did the most amazing thing ever.
He grabbed her tits and pulled her shoulders up against his chest. Immediately, he hit that magic spot on the front of her pussy that had liquefied her body earlier.
She screamed with pleasure and spasmed. But he kept driving and Mary lost conscious thought. George watched Mary turn into a rag doll. He just held her quivering mass in place and kept plowing away. She was so wet that he could feel her fluids streaming down his thighs.
Mary began to need him to finish. She needed a break from the stimulation. This was too much. She could not take any more. She begged him “Please, cum in me. Cum in my little pussy.”
He lowered her face to the mattress grabbed her ass and pillaged her little body. She felt him drive deep into her furrow and coat her insides.
George was wiped out. Mary was going to kill him with sex if it was always going to be this good. He pulled out and lay next to Mary, whose ass was still high in the air while she panted. He reached over and held her hand. Mary lowered down and cuddled against George’s side.
Mary said, “Gawd that was hot.”
“What?”
“The fact I turn you on enough that cumming in me is worth you risking getting me pregnant.”
“I’m certain you are on the pill. You are way too much of a control freak to take those kinds of chances.”
“Unless, in my twisted mind, this was all part of a plan to have your baby.” She let him consider that possibility in silence before continuing, “What would you do if I did get pregnant? Even the pill isn’t a guaranty.”
“You would move in and we would be raising a child together.” George stated as though it was the simplest thing in the world.
Mary swooned at his response. With a smile she asked, “Get married?”
“I don’t know. It’s possible. We would have to figure that out.”
“Oh god, now I may actually stop taking the pill.” Mary cuddled against him. “You are the sweetest thing to ever happen to me.”
George’s energy was completely spent. He curled on his side, wrapped his arms around Mary, pulled her over so that he was tightly spooning behind her and promptly fell asleep.
Mary was amused at how quickly his snores began after he had manhandled her into position like she was his teddy bear. She lay deciding whether she should try to escape his iron clad grasp. It was nice to be held but she was way too amped up to lay about. She was so excited, she wanted to do a victory dance around the room. She had done it. She landed her man.
George was right, Mary was a control freak. She planned everything minute of her life well in advance, including today. When she had first noticed George looking at her as though she was a real woman over the past year it had surprised her. She wondered why he would be interested. But with each caress of his eyes she got used to being an object of attention for his lusty glances. She started to look at herself differently. Maybe she was becoming more of a woman than she had realized. Although her curves were small, like everything else about her, she definitely had curves now, especially on her backside. She decided that she liked it when he looked, really liked it, but she wanted so much more so she made a plan to make him belong to her.
At first she encouraged him to look. Then she tried to become a fantasy to him. She spent months providing him with images and and circumstances that undoubtedly fueled many sessions of intense masturbation. Once he got used to seeing her as a sexual object, even if only in his dreams, she planned to pierce the virtuous demeanor that kept him from treating her as anything more than his daughter’s friend.
It had worked perfectly to plan and ahead of schedule. The unexpected fake attempted rape demonstration he provided had moved him past the hurdle of her needing to get him to touch her in a sexual way a month earlier than she had hoped. The hardest part had been being patient for the past couple weeks and letting his latent desire intensify. She had homed in on what he desired and liked about her and played up to those images for him.
Now phase one, to successfully find a way into his bed, was complete. Phase two, make his bed a permanent home every night was also ahead of schedule. Phase three, well… She was considering revising the whole pan now. He had put marriage and baby on the bargaining table. It was too tempting to ignore. She would have to put considerable thought into it. This was bigger and better than she had let herself imagine possible. He must have been fantasizing about putting a baby in her belly a lot for him to have come to grips with the idea so easily. Now she knew she would have his baby eventually. She wanted it more than anything before in her life, but she wanted a ring on her finger first.
She shelved the idea. Next she would need to follow through with phase two. A misstep here would mean disaster. This part would be tricky because she would have to play it by ear and guess at reading his chaotic, guilt riddled brain. She had no doubt that his kind heart and morals would raise their head soon and attempt to unseat her from the lofty cloud of high emotions she was soaring on.
Mary admired George’s character, that was why she wanted him so bad. It would be ironic if it were also the reason she lost him. She expected him to come crashing down into reality as soon as he woke. His doubt and guilt would likely be great. He would probably think he had manipulated and taken advantage of her; she wondered how he would feel if he knew the real truth of her full role in all of this.
With her endorphins fading from her system the excursion from earlier caught up with her and Mary began to doze off too. They napped together for the better part two hours.
***
“Dear God, what have I done to my sweet little Mary?” Was his first thought when he awoke with his arms around her naked body. He had come of his hormonal high and crashed much like a junkie coming down.
His soft member was glued to her ass by their combined fluids reminding him of how much he had cum inside her tight little womb. Now he was not so certain with himself that she wouldn’t get pregnant, that everything would turn out okay. What if she did get pregnant. His lapse in common sense could have just changed her life forever. She could have a much tougher time ahead of her just because he had wanted a pleasure filled afternoon romp. Sure, she had been the instigator, but he should have been more responsible and looked out for her better.
Mary spun in his arms and forced George onto his back. She sat on his stomach and pushed his shoulders to the bed.
“Do you love me?” She demanded in a commanding voice.
“Yes” he coughed out reflexively. George was surprised by her strength and forcefulness then equally surprised by his answer. He hadn’t even considered the question before.
One of the many things Mary loved about George was his naked honesty. He could never lie to her, evade the truth maybe, but never lie.
She kissed him and he didn’t consider resisting her. She pulled away looking down at him from her hands and knees. Her hands were still planted on his shoulders so that he could not get away. Given her light weight he could have thrown her off easily, but he let her have her moment of strength.
She continued, “I love you too. I want this. I want us. I want you to be mine. Do you want me?”
His eyes scanned down her naked body. He took in the hanging cones of her small, young boobs, the flare of her hips, the rectangular gap her pussy formed between her thighs, and her slender limbs. Lust surged to help push the last of his doubt side.
She smirked and coyly asked, “Do you like what you see?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then let’s take a shower. We’re both pretty nasty.”
She climbed off of George and led him by the hand into the master bath. He didn’t need her to hold his hand he would have followed her cute little nude ass anywhere.
In the shower they hugged and kissed. It was difficult for Mary to not notice his cock jabbing into her. She was please he still had the desire to take her. Mary was game, if he wanted her she was going let him have his way. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy sex too.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
Mary was caught off guard when he picked her up and pushed her back against the wall as he entered her. Mary could tell her poor little pussy was going to be really sore in morning from all the abuse by his big tool but she endured because she wanted him well bonded to her today. Tomorrow and at other times in the future, when her body needed to recover, he would need to be sated by her mouth alone. She knew he would understand if she explained, but she didn’t worry about it right now, she let him do his thing.
She was starting to get into what he was doing, it felt pretty good, but even more so she enjoyed how he looked at her and the level of pleasure he seemed to achieve by using her tight body.
Mary could tell he was nearing his climax. She wanted to offer him a different kind of finish so she pried herself free and George let her go. She dropped her to her knees and grabbed for his cock.
Mary pumped with both hands and sucked on the wide knob. George was awed by the obscene sight of Mary stretching her small mouth over the end of his thick phallus while her hands twisted and stroked his length. His sweet innocent little angel was providing him with amazing, not so innocent, pleasure. It was too close to all of his daydreams about her. She had him cumming again so quickly he felt like an inexperienced teenager.
Mary sensed the oncoming geyser so she pulled back and posed with her mouth open. She wanted to swallow for him, and she would tonight when she made him take her to bed, but first she would act out her own porno fantasy. She always dreamed of taking a facial like the wanton whores she saw in the internet videos, however she never trusted a lover enough before. She didn’t want anyone bragging about how she would do anything, and she meant anything, to make the person she loved happy. This kind of thing was her private gift to her man alone.
Mary was surprised by the first shot of cum she felt splash onto her forehead. She pinched her eyes shut and felt more think streams landing on her. Her eyelids, her cheeks, were being coated, he even got a good shot in her open mouth.
Only George was more surprised than Mary at the Peter North like volume. Where had he found it? It was his third today and it wasn’t like the others had been small.
Mary wiped the cum from her eyes and scrambled to open the shower door to look at her face in the mirror. She closed the door and turned to George with a wide beaming smile and cum dripping from her chin.
“Perfect!” She shouted. Mary hugged his chest smearing cum all over him.
George began to wipe his cum from her face with his finger. She grabbed his hand and held in front of her face.
“Mine” she said sternly and she licked the sperm from his finger. She didn’t eat anymore of his cum. She left it on her face and let it wash off as she showered.
George was unsure how to proceed with this new relationship. Normally he was the predator conquering women that he desired. Today he knew that he was the conquered one. He had trouble understanding why someone so intelligent, so young,and so beautiful would want him. Mary understood the psychology behind her attraction for him. She knew she had abandonment and daddy issues, not that she cared as long as George loved her.
***
“How are we going to tell Connie? Do you think she’ll be okay with us dating?”
Mary was overjoyed that George was referring to their relationship status as dating. “I don’t know. I think she will be okay. Let’s tell her over dinner.” She pantomimed with a overly dramatic voice and a bad British accent, “Connie, could you pass the salt please. By the way your father and I are fucking each other now.”
“Maybe I should tell her.” George had heard the way Connie and Mary talked to each other and it would not surprise him if she did say it exactly as she had just demonstrated. “I am just trying to think of how the best way to let her know that we are involved.”
“I’ll just tell her that I’m trying out for the role as her evil step-mother.” Mary joked. “Besides, she’ll figure out what is going on when we go to bed together tonight.”
“So, you are spending the night?”
She donned a sardonic smile. “I’m never going to leave. You’re stuck with me for the long haul now.”
***
Connie came home from work. One step in the front door she looked at her best friend and father sitting separately watching television trying to look nonchalant. She knew they had sex. She didn’t know how she knew but she was certain. Truth be told, she had wondered why it hadn’t already happened because of the way they both pined for the other.
It was okay with her, she was happy two people she loved found something together, but it meant she was losing a clubbing partner and her dad’s time was about to be a lot more occupied. Her relationship with the two most important people in her life would change forever.
In a fake display of drama she dropped her head and grabbed the bridge of her nose as though she was experiencing a headache. She muttered, “Really guys?”
“What?” They exclaimed at the same time.
“I can’t leave you alone without you humping each other like a pair of rabbits.” Taking their lack of denial as tacit admission she spoke to herself, “God damn you guys.”
Mary retorted, “Be nice or I’ll make you start calling me mommy dearest.”
George snorted as he stifled a laugh. He was looking forward to the idea of having Mary around in a permanent capacity.