I answered the door and was surprised to find a very attractive, young girl standing on the doorstep. I had been expecting one of my daughter’s friends, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe that this girl was the girl. She was a tall, leggy blonde and wore only a black bikini bra, which struggled to hold her large, c-cup breasts and a short black skirt that showed off her long, smooth legs. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and she carried a towel. “Hi, I’m Kelli. Andrea said that I could use the pool today,” She said with a sexy smile.
“Yeah, I’m Andrea’s father, James. Come on in Kelli,” I said unable to believe that the sexpot at the door was only twelve. I eyed her thin, sexy body as she came into the house and could feel my dick moving a little as I got a good glimpse of her cleavage. “The pool is out back through the sliding-glass door. Andrea should already be out there.”
“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Marshall,” Kelli said as she made her way to the door leading out to the pool.
“The pleasure was all mine Kelli,” I said getting one last look at her beautiful, preteen butt. She smiled at me one more time before going outside.
I quickly made my way upstairs and went into the bathroom that had a window overlooking the pool. I opened the venetian blinds just enough that I could see outside, but no one could see me. I looked down at the pool and was happy to find my daughter Andrea and Kelli swimming. I watched the two of them swimming and splashing for a while, and finally Kelli got out to sun herself for a while. She bent down to spread her towel out on one of the chairs giving me a fantastic view of her butt in her wet, bikini bottoms. Then she lay down and began to oil herself up.
I quickly unzipped my khakis and pulled my stiffening cock out. I began to slowly jerk off as I watched Kelli oiling her sexy, young body. I thought about her young, plump tits.. tight, virgin cunt.. and sexy, little butt. Within only a few minutes, I shot my load all over the bathroom wall. I thanked my lucky stars that the wall was tile, or I might have had a hard time cleaning up the mess. As I toweled the spot, I looked back out the window and noticed that my daughter had joined Kelli in sunning herself. Suddenly, I realized that what I had just done was very wrong. Not only was I a happily married man with a daughter, but I was fantasizing about a twelve-year-old girl. As I walked out of the bathroom, I told myself that I could never pursue anything with Kelli, and that fantasizing would be as far as I ever went. Then I started laughing. “Like a beautiful, twelve-year-old girl would ever have anything to do with a forty-year-old man,” I said to myself.
A week or so later, I came home from work one Friday night to find Kelli and Andrea playing video games in the living room. I looked at Kelli who was wearing a tight, sexy tank top and a pair of short cut-offs. She looked so sexy that my mind instantly began to swirl with fantasies of her. I was thinking about her little mouth moving up and down on my shaft when Andrea finally saw me and said, “Hey Dad!”
I finally came into the living room and diverted my attention from Kelli long enough to kiss Andrea’s forehead and say, “Hey Andrea.” I tried to pretend I was just seeing Kelli and added, “Oh hi Kelli. It’s good to see you again.”
“Ditto, Mr. Marshall,” She said with a smile.
Andrea paused her game for a moment and looked up at me. “Dad? Mom said it was okay if Andrea spent the night as long as you agreed. Can she?”
The scene from American Beauty where Kevin Spacey spits root beer all over the kitchen when his daughter asks the same question popped into my head, and I tried to cover my own excitement a little better. “I don’t see any reason why she can’t.” The two girls thanked me, and I made my way into the kitchen where my wife was sitting at the kitchen table. Her expression told me that there was trouble, and after kissing her hello, I asked, “What’s wrong Honey?”
“It’s my sister. Her fiancée broke up with her and she’s going crazy. I think I’m going to have to go over there and stay with her tonight before she has a nervous breakdown. I was just waiting for you to get home.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Go take care of your sister.”
“I ordered a pizza for you guys and I told Kelli she could spend the night, but I said it was up to you whether you could handle it or not.”
“I’ll be fine. Just go help your sister. I got Kelli and Andrea under control.” My wife kissed me and left. I went back into the living room where Kelli and Andrea were watching TV. “I guess it’s just the three of us tonight. Your mom had to go to your Aunt’s house.” I explained the situation and told them we’d be having pizza. They seemed pleased, and we settled in for a while before the pizza arrived. When it finally did, I allowed the girls to eat in the living room and the three of us finished the pizza while we watched a movie. When the movie was over, the girls went upstairs to play, and I cleaned up.
When I was finished cleaning, I decided to go upstairs and get ready for bed. It had been a tough week at work and all I wanted to do was take a shower and get some sleep. As I walked down the hall towards the bathroom, I stopped in front of Andrea’s bedroom. Her doorknob was jammed, and the door no longer closed. I noticed that the door was open about two or three inches and decided to peek in real quick. Andrea had changed into a pair of pink pajamas and was getting her bed ready. Kelli on the other hand was just getting undressed. I felt a chill go up my spine as I realized I was finally going to see Kelli naked. I knew that if I was caught, the consequences would be severe, but I just couldn’t force myself away from the door. Kelli pulled the tank top over her head revealing a white, lace bra which she then unhooked and let fall to the floor. I had a perfect view of her perky, young tits and her tiny, pink nipples. She then undid her shorts and let them fall to the floor revealing a pair of white, cotton panties. She stepped out of her shorts and picked up an oversized T-shirt off of her sleeping bag and put it on.
Knowing that I had already overstayed my welcome, I ran as quietly as I could to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I turned on the shower and whipped my clothes off. My cock was hard as rock, and I soaped it up immediately. With Kelli’s tits on my mind, I stroked my soapy cock like a wild man. Before long, with a slight moan, I sprayed the shower floor with cum. I nearly fell over from the force of my orgasm and took a few minutes to just relax under the water before I finally finished my shower.
When I came out of the bathroom, I stopped in front of Andrea’s bedroom again and took a peek. I found Kelli and Andrea on the floor playing a board game. Kelli’s T-shirt was riding up a bit, giving me a good view of her ass in her panties. My cock was instantly ready for action again. I knocked softly, and opened the door a little more, careful to only let my head in the door so as not to show off the raging hard-on in my boxers. “I’m going to bed girls. Do you need anything,” I asked.
“No, we’re fine Dad. Good night.”
“All right, good night Andrea. Good night Kelli,” I said stealing one more glance of her.
Kelli looked at me with a flirty smile and said, “Night Mr. Marshall.” I forced myself away from the door and went into my bedroom with my hard-on still pushing against my boxers. I debated whether to jerk off again and finally decided just to go to bed. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind was racing with fantasies of Kelli. I lay awake for a while, but finally managed to doze off. I awoke an hour or so later thirsty and decided to go downstairs and get something to drink. I noticed the light was on in the kitchen, and I could hear somebody moving around in there.
Figuring my wife had come home, I made my way into the kitchen and was surprised to find Kelli sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk. She was a little shocked when I came in, but greeted me with a smile anyway. “I didn’t wake you, did I Mr. Marshall?”
“No, I just came down to get something to drink. What are you doing up, Kelli?”
“I was having trouble sleeping and I came down for a glass of milk.”
“If your sleeping bag is uncomfortable, you’re welcome to sleep in the guest room,” I said getting a glass of water.
“No, it’s not that,” She said as I sat down at the table. We sat in silence for a while before Kelli finally asked, “When you were watching me get undressed tonight, did you think I was sexy?”
I suddenly felt like I was going to faint. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but I finally asked sheepishly, “You saw me?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I don’t mind or anything. I was just wondering if you thought I was sexy,” She explained.
“Yes. I think you are very sexy, but I know that is wrong and I’m sorry,” I said wanting to die. She blushed and stood with a smile. She came over to where I was sitting and sat down on my lap. I realized that no more than a thin pair of cotton panties and an old pair of boxers separated my cock from her pussy.
“I think you’re sexy too,” Kelli said breathlessly as she looked at me. She kissed my cheek gently and then turned my face to hers. She put her soft, young lips to mine and kissed me again. I kissed her back feeling my cock pushing against my boxers. I put my arms around her little waist as she wrapped hers around my neck. After we had kissed for a while she pulled back and said, “I want you so bad, Mr. Marshall.”
Kelli got down on the floor and pulled my cock from the prison of my boxers. She kissed the head and like a pro wrapped her hand around the fat shaft, slowly jerking me off as she took the head into her mouth. Her mouth was velvet, and she sucked me off painfully slow. She couldn’t get much more than an inch or two into her mouth, but that was plenty. I had only had a couple blowjobs in my life, and none of them felt half as good as when Kelli did it. I tried to keep from moaning too loudly when I finally climaxed in Kelli’s mouth. She was able to gulp some of it down, but a good portion dripped down her chin. She smiled up at me and asked, “Did I do it good?”
“Yes, you were perfect,” I managed to say. She got out of the floor and cleaned her face with a napkin. I stood and went over to her. I kissed her once more before pulling her T-shirt over her head ignoring all my promises never to pursue anything with Kelli. Once again, her big, beautiful breasts spilled out. I took hold of them and bent down to suck on one of the nipples. She moaned a little as I sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
“Please Mr. Marshall, take me right now,” She begged. I peeled her panties off and let her step out of them. Then I spun her around and bent her over counter. I quickly took my boxers off and pushed my cock, which was already hard again, against her virgin pussy. Suddenly she turned and pleaded, “Don’t put it in my pussy. I want to save myself for marriage.”
I finally realized that she wanted me to put it in her sexy, little butt. I had wanted to try anal forever, but my wife wouldn’t go for it. Excitedly, I spread her tight butt cheeks, and using some of her own wetness and the cum that still clung to my cock as lubricant, I pushed the fat head of my cock against her tiny butthole. I wasn’t sure that it was going to fit, but finally I managed to get in. Her butt was so tight around my cock that I thought I was going to explode. I gently pushed in and out as Kelli moaned from pleasure and pain. I put one hand on her hip, and wrapped my other arm around her waist and began to fiddle with her tight, virgin pussy. I knew I was not going to last very long and really went to work on her pussy hoping to make her climax before I shot my load again. Finally, she shivered and moaned with pleasure, and I instantly shot my load right up her butt with a dizzying orgasm. I felt weak as I pulled my cock from her butt. I kissed the back of her neck and told her truthfully that she was the best I had ever had.
Kelli finally turned to me and said, “That was so amazing.” We kissed one more time, and we both got dressed. I told her that she couldn’t tell anyone about what we had just done and she agreed. As we went upstairs she said, “I can’t wait until the next sleepover.” All I could do was smile.
“Neither can I,” I said already dreaming about it.
