#Tween
By DaddyStorm
Please read the previous parts before continuing if you haven’t already
I brought in all the stuff I’d purchased and waited at the window for Marli. Right on time, the bus pulled past my driveway and stopped to let off a few of the neighborhood kids. Even though she was exiting on the other side, I knew immediately which one was my girlfriend; I could see her sneaker-clad feet as she was running around the back of the bus at full speed, rounding the corner before tearing up my driveway, backpack bouncing on her shoulder.
She was wearing a denim skirt and a white polo shirt that was clearly a hand-me-down. Marli’s mom didn’t have a lot of money. It had been white once, but calling it white now was a serious stretch of the imagination.
Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she smiled broadly when she saw me in the window. I hurried to the door to greet her.
I no sooner had it unlatched that she exploded in, closing the door behind her and dropping her backpack on the ground, not caring where it fell. She jumped up on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She didn’t say a word as she pulled herself to me, kissing me deeply, passionately, hungrily.
I slid my hands under her skirt and held her tiny butt, pulling her to me. She adjusted her legs to wrap around me more tightly, not breaking our kiss. She was breathing heavily through her nose as her tongue playfully teased mine.
I took a step back and sat down hard on the carpeted steps with Marli still latched onto me. As soon as we were on the stairs I started to slide my hands up her shirt, removing it from her flat chest, brushing across her rock-hard little nipples and causing her to moan into my mouth. After taking her shirt off, I slid my hands back to her boobs, rubbing roughly across the puffy flesh, eliciting further groans.
Marli stood up then, stepped off of me, and reached under her miniskirt. She pulled down her panties and took them off like they were burning her. She handed them over while smiling wickedly at me.
They were wet. So wet in fact that they actually had a perceivable heaviness to them. She was soaked.
“Goodness, did you pee in these?” I asked.
Marli just shook her head, never breaking eye contact.
“Oh god,” I said. “I need to taste you,” I said hungrily.
Still standing there with her skirt on, Marli balked at the idea. “Um…can we please just do it right now? I’ve been thinking about it all day. I even tried to do it at school but some girls walked into the bathroom right before I came and I had to stop. And then the stupid bus was bouncing…”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” I said.
“I’m sorry I’ve just been thinking about it and I can’t stop and it feels weird and empty and I really can’t explain it,” she said quickly, her words running together.
I stood up and switched places with her, sitting her a few steps above the floor while I undid my belt and zipper. She watched me lustfully, sitting on her step, leaning back on her elbows. Her skirt was down over her thighs, hiding her nakedness underneath but her legs were spread the width of the carpeted stairs as she waited. She hadn’t bothered to take off her tennis shoes.
I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it down, then pulled down my pants and boxers and finally set my engorged cock free. Making out with Marli after she attacked me had left my dick painfully erect, and she eyed me hungrily as I turned to her. I put my hands under each of her knees and lifted. She splayed herself obscenely to me and placed her feet in between the balusters of my staircase railing. I looked down at her pussy, which was puffy and reddened in anticipation of what was coming; her outer labia visibly swollen and glistening. A droplet of her whitish clear dew had collected at the bottom of her slit, about to let gravity take its course as she literally dripped with arousal.
I briefly ignored her earlier plea and brought my face down to her steamy cunt, instantly intoxicated by the heady, feminine scent of a young girl’s sex. I breathed deeply, my eyes closing as her pheromones worked in my brain and made my cock harder than it had ever been before. I tasted her, lapping up her precious fluid and savoring it on my tastebuds for a moment before dragging my flattened tongue the length of her open slit. At the top I sucked her engorged clit hard into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue a few times, something I knew Marli liked.
“..nnnngahhhh…..no…..please” Marli moaned. “Please……inside me.”
I knelt down on the steps in front of her, putting my cock at her center. Her feet still locked into the spindles, she scooted her butt forward, nearly impaling herself on me in the process. Marli just stared at me, unseeing, her need and lust obvious in her eyes.
“Dan…please,” she said, almost whining.
“Please what?” I teased.
Marli just whimpered and hit the stairs weakly with her fists, frustrated.
In response I slid my cock up and down the length of her wet slit, our fluids intermingling. She gasped when I mashed her clit with the head of my cock and drew circles around it.
“Tell me,” I urged, smiling deviously.
She moaned and dropped her head against the stairs but remained silent.
I pushed the tip of my cock in about half an inch. Marli groaned gutturally with need. I pulled back out again.
“Dan nooo!” she wailed, almost crying.
“Then tell me. Say it,” I said as I watched her writhing beneath me.
She was beaten. She knew what I wanted to hear, but still struggled with bad language and saying certain things was a hurdle for her. She was a good girl. Well, most of the time.
“Dan……fuck me,” she growled, eyes holding mine. “Please.”
Without speaking I thrust forward, gently as the first inch disappeared into her cunt, then forcefully as Marli and I both pressed ourselves toward each other at the same time, our hips closing the distance between us almost instantly.
Marli’s eyes snapped to alertness in shock as the pleasurable pain of being immediately filled took her. Her mouth was frozen as her brain processed what her young cunt was feeling. I pulled back out and thrust deeper into her, harder than before. Her eyes swam into focus and locked on mine as I found a rhythm. Her hands holding the balusters at her sides, her hips began to rock on the step’s edge back at me as I pounded into her, two weeks of denied lust taking shape and form as I angrily fucked this girl, this twelve year old girl, on the steps in my foyer, beneath the smiling faces of my relatives in the pictures which lined the staircase. I might have felt guilty if not for the fact that Marli was fucking me back just as hard, her teeth clenched together, the stray hairs from her loosening ponytail now matted to her face with sweat.
“nnn……nnnnn……nnnnn…..ga…..oh fuck!” cried Marli in a harsh rhythm as I drove into her. Two weeks ago she would never have uttered that word, but in moments of desire she overcame her childish fear of cursing. She was coming along nicely.
I continued my relentless assault on her tiny cunt, my own lust nearly at its peak. Her chest was flushed with red and her nipples were swollen and hard. I had been holding myself up on the steps beneath her back, but now I moved my hands to her puffy little tits, rubbing them roughly, the way she liked. Her chest, shiny with sweat, was rising and falling with her ragged breathing. She started to hold her breath and I felt her pussy tighten as she reached her climax. I pinched her nipples hard, the pain lighting up her brain and body at the perfect moment, pushing her over the edge as the orgasm took her. She made a noise I had never heard before, a strange mix of a grunt and a squeal as she came hard, her prominent abdominal muscles visibly tightening as the waves wracked her tiny body.
I had been working hard to stave off my own orgasm, but now that Marli’s had started, I had my permission. The knotted feeling in my stomach and balls now focused itself in a point in my center as my own muscles tightened, and my spine felt like it twisted completely around. I slid my hands off her nipples and down her ribs, finding her hips and forcing my cock even deeper into her cunt than I’d previously thought possible as I fired my semen into her, right against the hard knot of her cervix. My balls squeezed hard into me as they forced out the enormous load of cum. I grabbed her old, yellowed shirt and threw it on the stair under her ass to intercept the vast amount of sperm that would otherwise stain my carpeting.
Marli fell back against the steps flushed and sweaty.
“Oh gosh…that was better than I pictured it. Oh gosh,” she said, spent from her efforts.
We stayed there on the staircase, her feet still locked high in the spindles, for several long minutes as we both caught our breath, our senses returning. Once we had calmed down and I was beginning to soften, I lifted myself back from her, looking into her eyes.
“Hi,” I said with a smile, causing Marli to laugh. When she did, her muscles tightened and squirted my now-soft cock out of her, officially ending our fun.
“I’m sorry,” she said, still laughing. “Hi.”
“Don’t be,” I said, leaning in to give her a proper hello kiss.
We stood up and and got ourselves sorted out. Marli took one look at her shirt with the gargantuan load of my cum slowly soaking into the fibers and left it for dead, picking up my Oxford and putting it on. It was huge on her but she didn’t care. She walked into the bathroom to repair the damage while I ran upstairs to get another shirt and take a much-needed piss.
After I got cleaned up I went downstairs and found Marli, still wearing my dress shirt, rooting through her Abercrombie & Fitch stuff with a huge smile on her face. Fortunately she hadn’t yet opened the bag from the adult shop – I assumed I’d need to explain some things.
“Hey!” I said. “No fair peeking!”
“Is all this stuff for me? she asked.
“Yes, sweetheart. Happy birthday. I’m sorry it’s not wrapped. I didn’t have time,” I explained.
“Oh I don’t care about that. You didn’t have to get me all this. Oh and you got me roses!” she cried excitedly. “I love em! They’re beautiful! And a teddy bear! Oh Dan, thank you!”
As she continued digging through the bags she got to the box that contained the dress. When she opened it she gasped and just stared at it silently, her smile gone. She picked it up and smoothed it against her slender frame for a moment before running to the bathroom mirror. When she returned she was crying.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“It’s…nothing…it’s…I’ve never had a new dress of my own before. All my dresses are Cara’s old ones,” she explained, still sniffling.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Oh, Dan…it’s just…I love it. I just love it. Thank you,” she said quietly.
“I got some shoes to go with it too. Go try everything on so I can see how it looks on you,” I asked.
“Ugh…I’m all sweaty and icky from the stairs,” she said, smiling. “After a shower.”
She carefully folded the dress and put it back in the box, then came over to me and kissed me softly.
“Thank you so much.” I love everything, but that dress…” she said, trailing off and looking back at the dress box on the table. Apparently I’d chosen well.
“I got you lots of other stuff too!” I said, reaching for the Victoria’s Secret bag.
Marli’s eyes widened when she saw some of the sexy things I’d picked out, especially the nightie that was so transparent we could see each other as I held it up between us.
“This is for after dinner,” I explained with a wicked grin. Marli smiled back at me through the garment.
“And speaking of dinner, we’re going on a date tonight,” I informed her.
“Same place as before?” she asked. I nodded in reply.
Marli smiled brightly enough to light up the neighborhood. “I can wear my dress!” she said excitedly.
“I can’t wait to see it on you,” I said. And off of you, I didn’t say.
Marli beamed.
“Sweetheart…um….I got you some other things too,” I said tentatively as I changed gears in the conversation.
“Like what?” she said cautiously, noting my tone.
“Some…toys,” I said.
“Toys? I’m a little old for toys – I just turned twelve, silly,” she said.
“These are different toys,” I said as I opened the large bag. “These are sex toys.”
“Dildos?” she asked. I wasn’t expecting her to know the word.
“Um…yeah….how do you-”
“Cara has one.” she said simply.
“Well now you have one. Several, actually. I bought a whole bunch of different things, hopefully you’ll find one you like.”
I then proceeded to show her each of the various sex gizmos I’d gotten for her and how they worked. She was intrigued by the remote-control vibrator that she could wear when we went out. She was already working out the possibilities and it was small enough that it wouldn’t hurt her.
She didn’t even bat an eye at the bondage ropes. Apparently her mom and her mom’s former boyfriend had made some jokes that Marli had overheard, so the concept wasn’t entirely a shock to her.
The Deluxe Anal Explorer Kit I saved for last.
“Marli, this last thing I got…I need to explain before I show you,” I said, nervous beyond words, though I don’t know why. “Um…you know how you use that hairbrush in your…um…butt?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Marli, blushing and smiling.
“Well I got you some things that are safer to use for playing like that. Certainly cleaner than a brush and less likely to hurt you. And you have to be careful of stuff like that when you’re playing…back there,” I warned her.
“Can I see?” she asked, trying to look down into the bag.
“Okay but first, these are in all different sizes. I didn’t pick them out. One of them is…um….really big,” I said. “But I didn’t pick that one for you; it just came with the box.”
“Lemme see!” she said impatiently, laughing.
With that I started to remove The Deluxe Anal Explorer Kit from its bag. The box was huge. I felt like I was revealing a train set on Christmas morning.
When she got a look at the monstrous plug on the far right, her eyes widened before she started laughing.
Marli turned to the wall and put her hands up high on it, spread eagle like she was being arrested. “You have got to put that thing in me right now!” she demanded. She looked serious.
“Wh- What?” I said, looking at her, then the toy, then back to her. “Are…are you serious?” I croaked.
“Of course I’m not serious, you dork!” she said, laughing as she turned back to me. “Look at the size of that thing! Do people really put things this big up their butt? Ouch!!!”
“I don’t know…maybe…I guess.” I said as I considered it. I really didn’t know.
“Well I think we can throw that one away,” and then after a pause, “…unless…..you want it,” she said, laughing. Another comedian.
I dropped the grotesque implement into the trash can, where it landed with a loud thud. It sounded like I’d dropped a bowling ball in there. The sound sent Marli into another fit of laughter as she examined her new collection of ass toys.
“Those ones with the narrow flared bases can be worn anywhere,” I explained. Some were vibrators, but others were plugs she could try if she wanted.
“You- whaddya mean worn?” she asked dubiously, looking at the selection. She wasn’t getting the point.
“Well,” I replied, “the vibrators you just use whenever you want, like at home, like your brush. But these,” I said, picking up a smallish plug with a narrow neck and a flared base, “you put in you and then just…go do whatever,” I said with a shrug.
“You mean out in public?” she said, alarmed.
“No one would ever know you were wearing one, Marli,” I assured her. “That’s the cool thing about them. You could even wear them to school if you wanted,” I said. “No one would ever have any idea.”
It was the school reference that lit the light bulb above Marli’s head as she processed the possibilities with a far off look in her eyes.
“That…would be kinda cool,” she said finally, a broad smile on her face.
“And these other ones you use at home. No more hairbrushes,” I admonished.
“I can bring these home?” she asked.
“Well not all of them. But if you have a good hiding place you can take home whichever ones you like,” I said. “The other ones will be here and you can take them when you want. I have a box in my closet. I’ll store them in there.”
“It’ll be like a dildo library!” she said, screaming with laughter. I just smiled and shook my head.
Marli informed me that she needed to go take a shower. I offered to take one with her (just to conserve water, naturally), but she demurred. She said she needed some privacy, which I took to mean use of the toilet, so I let it go and showered on my own while she used my daughter’s bathroom.
When I returned to the kitchen I found that Marli’s dress, the shoes and the bags of clothes had all been taken upstairs while she got ready. I heard the shower running and busied myself at the computer, just killing some time as I waited.
Soon the water stopped, then after several minutes, “Dan? Can you come here?” Marli called to me from upstairs.
“Yep – what’s up?” I said as I started climbing the stairs.
She waited for me to make the landing before continuing. She had poked her head out of the bathroom and was wearing a towel.
“I wanted to use one of the things tonight but I can’t get it in,” she said sheepishly. “Will you help me?”
Instant erection. Boom.
“Of course honey,” I said.
“I was trying this one but it won’t go,” she said, handing me one of the more modest-sized toys from the Explorer Kit.
“Did you use the stuff that came in the box?” I asked, referring to the little tubes of lubricant.
“Well, no, because I was still wet from the shower and I didn’t want to be all greasy down there during dinner,” she explained.
“Let me do it this time and I’ll just use a little,” I offered.
“Okay” she said. I sat on the toilet lid and she stood between my legs, facing away from me like I was just going to apply sunblock to her shoulders. I wondered if she had been standing like this when she tried. It would have made things nearly impossible at this angle.
“Why don’t you kneel on the floor and let me do it that way? It would be easier.” I explained.
“Okay.” she said. She knelt down on the rug and looked at me.
“Now spread your legs a little bit and put your chest down to the floor,” I explained.
Marli complied, arching her back and forcing her chest downward, which spread her pert little butt wide open. The vision of her spreading her ass and pussy to me so obscenely almost made me forget everything and rape her right there on the bathroom floor. My head was swimming from the sight and I had to force myself to breathe. With every bit of self-control I could muster, I took a very small drop of the lubricant and applied it to my finger. I then smeared it around and just inside her clean little sphincter.
“You know, I could just as easily do this with my tongue,” I offered playfully.
“NO! It’s bad enough you’re seeing me like this.” she said, looking up at me from the floor. “No funny business until after dinner – I’m all clean now and I don’t want to get messy again,” she said decisively. Well that was that.
I took the toy in hand and placed it at her asshole. I told her to relax and started to push the device inside her. I had to push fairly hard but thanks to the oil it slid in smoothly. She gasped at the widest point and seemed to be in a little discomfort (the toy was indeed modest relative to the others, but was by no means tiny). Soon the thickest part of it had passed through her tight ring, which quickly closed around the narrow neck as Marli let out an relieved sigh. The flared base would prevent it going any deeper.
“There. All done. How’s that?” I asked.
She stood up, replacing the towel as she went. She wiggled her butt to get a feel for the intrusion.
“It’s weird.” she said, wiggling again and assessing the results.
“Weird bad? Weird good?” I wondered. I had never used one of these things – I was genuinely curious.
“I don’t know. I feel full like when we do it, which is good. But it’s weird just walking around feeling like that I guess.” she said. “I don’t know…it’s weird. It doesn’t hurt.”
And then, a moment later after a few more test wiggles, she made up her mind and smiled, adding, “I like it. Yes. Now get out so I can get ready!” she said, shooing me with her hands.
“Wow, yes ma’am,” I said, laughing as I closed the door behind me.
About forty-five minutes later I heard Marli coming down the stairs, then her new heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked toward me in the living room. I started to stand up to greet her and she rounded the corner just as I looked up.
She was a vision. Her hair was straight at her sides and she had a bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow on, makeup my daughter never wore. Her lips were glossy and red as well. The dress looked incredible on her and left me speechless. It hugged her body, which was only recently developing curves, but the material accentuated everything, making her waist look tiny and her hips in perfect proportion. She looked like a model.
“You look like a model,” I croaked. Ah, the compliment of a simpleton. Well done, Cyrano. Well done.
“I’m sorry, wait…” I said, my brain finally functioning, “you look absolutely exquisite, Marli. Just so very elegant and incredibly beautiful.” I said. And it was true. The dress fit her so perfectly it looked like it had been custom made by professionals that afternoon. She had in her hand a small clutch she had borrowed from my daughter’s room. Even the shoes were a perfect match if I say so myself. Though I was in a jacket and tie, I suddenly felt underdressed standing next to her.
“Shall we?” I said, offering my arm. Marli just smiled broadly as we walked out together.
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By DaddyStorm
#Tween
