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I wasn't expecting her, except insofar that I was always expecting her. So the knocking at the front door caught me unexpectedly still in bed, stroking myself, deep in that vision of the perfect fuck I used to have in those days. Pat had long gone to the job and I should have been up, working at the typewriter, catching up with all the drab detail of existence.
When I got downstairs to the door I could see the figure through the curtained glass pane. It looked like a girl selling cookies, or some other school money collection scheme. She wasn't a girl scout. I opened the door. All I had on was that silk red dressing gown that Pat had bought me in Iowa the previous spring.
There she was, a splendid morsel if there ever was one. Janne, her long blonde tresses carefully braided on each side, her makeup understated, her lips looking just moist. She wore her Sacred Heart Academy uniform. I knew that was where she had gone to high school, but that was a few years in her past now. Still fit her, that's for sure. She was a skinny girl, with amazing white flesh. That irish genetic makeup. She did this little curtsy and started talking in her little girl voice, "Hello Mister. Do you have anything to donate for the pagan babies?" And then she stuck her finger in her mouth and gave it a little lick.
Well, my cock stood right up at this, and poked out the front of the robe. I pulled the robe open a little to make sure we both were aware of the Wand. "Why yes, young lady, I certainly have a donation for you." And I reached out and grabbed her hand and started pulling her into the house.
"Uh, gee Mister I'm not supposed to go with strange men," she pulled back on the arm, and I suddenly yanked her into the house. "Now don't go getting me arrested little darling. I know that's not what you want."
She smiled that feral smile, "You know what I want." "Yes I do. But, more importantly, I know what I want." She laughed at that. "Yes you do, cher timothe."
She came on in the living room and plopped down on the long green couch we got from the children's tv show hostess, Penny something. Her legs were splayed and she put one foot up on the wicker chest we used as a coffee table. She pulled the other leg open, her skirt riding up her leg, until I could see her white panties. "After last time," she spoke softly, "I thought we might go down that road again. You liked it?"
I nodded in agreement and came and sat down by her, my robe sliding open. My cock bounced off my belly and she brought her hands over to it. "I want to make him even bigger and angrier than he is now," she whispered, in a delighted fashion. "I'm going to give him something to come for," she kissed the red tip, sweetly and then she licked him all over. "Hmmm." I put my hand on the back of her head, twining the one braid with my fingers, and yanked her down onto my penis. Ahh. Now that was nice. I reached over and put my hand between her legs and she opened right up, like a good little girl, and I could tell she was bare beneath her panties. I fished them aside while she sucked hard on me. Yes, there was that sweet pink slit, tight but wet. She was such a great fuck.
I dipped my fingers into her, roughly. She knew she could expect little mercy, dressed as she was today.
"I see you've kept yourself bare" I pinched her lower lips cruelly, grinning. "How'd the husband like it?" She licked me like a lollipop and smiled back, "You were right, he thought it was just too cute. You may notice I am tres smooth: waxing, that is the ticket to take me back to girlhood." And she was right; you could hardly tell she'd ever passed puberty. Tasty looking split indeed. Nothing like a pretty girl, fresh and ready for a ripping.
I pulled her upright and started kissing her mouth, snarking my tongue in there and reminding her of my talent in that department. "Mmm, mmm, good," She giggled a little. "So," I said, "you want some more of that cruel bastard you had last time." "Please Daddy, I'm just a good little Catholic girl. I need you to hurt me bad and make me sorry I was born with a pussy." "And your asshole?" "Your's sir, right now if you require it."
"Kneel down over the wicker chest." She hopped off my lap and got down on the floor, kneeling in her schoolgirl uniform. She looked back at me, over her shoulder and lay her face sidewise on the wicker chest. She put her arms over her head and grasped the corners of the chest. "Very nice," I said, pulling her skirt up over her back and showing the white cotton panties she was wearing. "Definitely in the cliché here, aren't you?"
She switched to the little girl voice she did so well, "Please Daddy, don't hurt me so bad? I know I got it coming."
I knelt beside her, my robe open now and my dick hard and, as she said, angry. I pulled her panties down, exposing the small globes of her cheeks and letting my hand slide between them to her asshole. My index finger poked into her, and then my middle finger. I like to do two fingers as soon as possible so a girl won't adjust right away and start liking it too soon. I spit on my other hand and rubbed the red top of my cock. I needed a quick hard come and I meant to hear her holler a little, getting there. Tugging her right cheek I brought the boy to her tiny little asshole. It was hard to believe he could fit in there, but I knew it was just a matter of the right force.
I lunged forward, breaking the ring of muscle open and she started whimpering, "ow ow ow ooh that hurts!" She knew what I like to hear. "Gonna make my little girl cry." "Yes Daddy Yes! I'm crying Daddy" and sure enough there were several tears, rolling from her eyes down those sharp cheeks and she was biting her lower lip prettily. And then she started moaning, "Oh Daddy it hurts so!" And I drove him into her, over and over again, glorying in that song she was singing. "It hurts!" And I shot my semen into her, four, five, six good spurts. Ahh.
Now there was time for a long, painful afternoon. Pat wouldn't be home until five thirty.
I lay on top of her for a couple of seconds, listening to her breathing. Part of me loved her so fiercely it was art. Part of me kept a clear distance. I couldn't wait to get her naked and tied.
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