“Oh baby, I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well. I’ll stay home today.”
My wife was sick, again, or still. Chemotherapy fifteen years ago had cured her cancer but really fucked up her immune system.
And removed all traces of sexual desire or function.
“Honey, you can’t stay home. You’re an elder in the church and have responsibilities at service. I’ll be fine. I’m going to just sleep anyway”, was her reply.
“Babe, but it’s Mother’s Day!”
“All the more reason for you to be there! You do the early service for the Sunday School teachers, plus you do the opening for the main Service! You have to be there!”
She was right, of course.
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“Amen,” the congregation replied in dissonated unison.
As I descended from the stage, Annie, in the front row as always, was staring at me with that special look she had on her young face, that naughty, knowing look that got me every time.
Annie was sixteen with perfect, petite tits. Her nipples were like tiny hard peas. Blonde, blue-eyed and lithe. She was a gymnast and, of course, a cheerleader at her high school.
She’d been giving me handjobs for three months and blowjobs for one. She had this way of showing up in the most unexpected places when no one else was around, the church office, the storeroom, even the stall in the men’s room.
She hooked me when she sat in the front row and, as I descended those steps, she flashed me her bare, glistening pussy with the words, “Daddy’s cunt” written in blue Sharpie across her mound.
Fuck!
So, fast forward back to today. After service, after the post-service meeting and after locking up, I called my wife to let her know I was on my way. “I’ll be asleep, I’m sure. Please don’t wake me. I’m exhausted!”
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When I got to my car in the empty parking lot, the door was unlocked and as I got in, there was Annie, tucked down in the back seat.
“Hi, Daddy. Can we have some fun?”
Her blouse was unbuttoned. Her nipples stood proud. Her fingers danced lazily over her panti-less cunt, her short skirt bunched at her waist. Fuck, she was so hot. My cock went from a 45° down angle to full flagpole in seconds.
“Get in back with me, Daddy.” She opened the passenger rear door with her foot. So dextrous!
I glanced around and, seeing no one, climbed in the back with her. I immediately leaned down and began teasing her little pussy, licking up one side and down the other, carefully avoiding her clit. Her little whimpers were music to my ears. I played her cunt like it was the finest instrument that no one ever wrote a solo for. As she squirmed more and more, I finally wrapped my lips around her nubbin and sucked. Hard.
“Oh fuck, yes Daddy! Suck my clit and make me scream!” It would have been impolite to deny her. Besides, she tasted so good, and nothing gets me hotter than helping a young girl cum.
And cum she did! Never in my sixty-five years had any woman ever clenched her pussy so tight, then gaped wide. And it seemed like it went on for hours, her little cunt breathing on its own, looking for something to feed on, to draw inside.
“Jesus, Daddy! I need you to fuck me, fuck me now!”
Fuck her? Actually, fuck her? She’d never asked this before, always simply rubbing me off or taking my cock deep in her throat, making me cum with that delicious pressure as she used her throat muscles swallowing and massaging my glans. Where does she learn this stuff? But fuck her? God be praised!
“Babygirl, we can’t…” She pulled me up her body and gave me the most sensuous kiss of my life. Her little hands reached down and undid my fly, and pushed my pants and briefs down, my cock popping free, setting a new record for pulsing hardness.
“Daddy, put it in me. I want you. I need you!”
God, this little minx absolutely owned me! My cerebral cortex shut down and all control was transferred to the little head at the end of my dick. I watched as it pushed forward and sank in with intent and purpose.
She grimaced and I felt a little resistance for just an instant before plunging deep. Fuck, was she a virgin?
I hesitated as the realization hit me. She saw my surprise. “Yes, Daddy, you’re my first, and it feels so good. Now fuck me hard. I’ve waited for this for so long.”
The emergency power had flickered on in my front brain for a moment, then went dark as my cock wrestled control back. As I started to move, she moaned with obvious pleasure. Every sound egged me on, and primal me took over as I started to fuck her harder, slamming deep inside her with every thrust.
Knowing she’d been a virgin just moments before was knowledge that fed my primal self. The idea of breeding her, being bare inside her fresh and previously pure channel with the purpose of planting my seed where it was intended, fed my lust.
“Fuck, uhhhh, uhhhhh… I… uhhh,,, never dreamed… God… it… uhhhhhhh, uhh… fuck… uhhhhhh… would feel… Oh fuuuuckk, yesssss!!!
She came again. God, it’s so hot when girls vocalize! And she wasn’t just a moaner, she was a talker, urging me on to take her harder, be rougher, harder.
When she calmed a bit, Annie pushed me away and turned on her hands and knees in my backseat. “Fuck me from behind, Daddy! Make me cum again!”
Again, I had to oblige, and I sank my cock into her sloshy depths. Her sweet little pucker winked at me, soaked with her juices from our vigorous fuck. Somewhat hypnotized, I teased it with my thumb. “God, yes, Daddy! Stick your thumb in my ass!”
I nearly came from hearing her, but managed to hold off. I pressed my thumb into her little pink hole and she came yet again.
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck I’m going to cum again!”
I was absolutely pounding her, my thumb working in and out of her, and I was close again. “Babygirl, Daddy’s gonna cum soon!”
“Daddy, cum in me! I want to feel your spunk paint me inside!”
Now, the prefrontal lobe of the human brain is the part that considers consequences of actions. Unfortunately, as I mentioned before, mine was completely offline. All I heard is my head was, “Of course she’s on the pill.”
She came again, and I redoubled my efforts, determined to fill her sixteen-year-old cunt with my sixty-five-year-old cum.
She came again, and I came, too. I came so fucking hard and so intensely that I nearly passed out.
“Oh, Daddy, thank you! That was incredible, better than I dreamed.” My cock deflated and slipped out, followed by my leavings. God, it was so intense!
“Oh, fuck, I gotta get home to Mom. It is Mother’s Day, after all.”
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That was the only time we fucked. Opportunities seemed rarer. Her family went on vacation. She had summer cheer camp.
Three months later, as she was rubbing me off in the church office and my cum painted her little tits, she took my hand and placed it on her belly, which seemed to have a little bump.
“Daddy, what do you want to name her?”
Oh fuck!
Happy Mother’s Day!
