Erika Norman: Her new Daddy

He got the water running and adjusted it to a good temperature. He turned to tell Debby it was okay – and saw to his amazement that the girl was taking off her clothes.

She was undressing in front of him without a hint of embarrassment, and she certainly wasn't trying to flirt. Her look was far away, no doubt still on the movie. Hal watched in consternation as she pulled her shirt off over her head, tousling her short curly brown hair.

He gawked at her cute tiny tits and their delicious strawberry-colored nipples. The tiny cones bounced enticingly as they popped from her sweatshirt. Debby tossed the shirt onto the floor and nonchalantly reached for the zipper of her jeans.

Hal remembered a few things Brenda had said about teaching the girl to be natural about her body and how she and Debby often went naked around their apartment. Hal approved, but Brenda's teaching was having unexpected results. Debby apparently thought nothing of stripping in front of her new stepfather, a man she hardly knew…

Debby let her jeans fall down to her feet and stepped out of them, wearing only a tiny pair of pink panties. Hal found himself gawking helplessly as the girl took down her panties. She didn't have a single hair on her childish mons. The plump pink lips were naked, pouting.

Hal felt a dizzy wave of lust. He'd never had a girl this young, so young that she didn't even have pussy fur yet. It appealed to him powerfully. He imagined how tight she'd be…

Knock it off, he thought. Get out…

Yes, if he didn't get out of that bathroom, away from temptation, there could be real trouble. He didn't trust himself to be alone with this delicious naked little girl. Already he felt his cock twitching and throbbing with interest…

"Uh, your water's ready, Debby," he said weakly.

"Okay," she said. "Thanks, Hal. Now, I wonder where the soap is? And a washcloth?"

They'd just moved in, and everything was in confusion. Brenda hadn't had time to unpack everything.

"You go ahead and get in the tub," Hal said. "I'll look for the soap and washcloth."

"Right," Debby said obediently.

He watched her get into the tub. As she bent and raised one leg, he had a brief glimpse of her thirteen-year-old virgin slit. It was small, dainty, a lovely pink. The mouth of her untried cunt was very small, almost hidden. He was sure now that she'd gotten aroused by the movie because the plump lips of her pussy were wet and gleaming.

He felt another dizzy wave of lust. Christ, how he'd like to get into that tiny virgin twat of hers…

He forced himself to turn away and search the bathroom cupboards. Soon he found soap, washcloth, and towels, and he brought them over to Debby. She was stretched out in the tub, luxuriating in the warm water.

Her cute little pointed tits just broke the surface of the water, making tiny pink islands. Slightly blurred beneath the water he could see the impish pout of her hairless mons. Her body was small and slim but beginning to develop feminine curves. She'd be a delight to fuck…

Hal put the towel within easy reach and held out the soap and washcloth to Debby. "Here you go," he said, his voice a little husky with longing.

"Thanks," she said, smiling up at him.

Her mouth was round and tiny, her lips naturally rosy-pink. Hal had a brief helpless fantasy of that little mouth closing around the head of his cock, nipping, licking, sucking… Stop it, he thought.

"Hal," she said, "please do me one more favor, if you're not too busy. Would you wash my back? Mom always does that, but she's not here."

Hal swallowed hard. "I'm not too busy," he said.

Debby sat up, her tiny pointed boobs jiggling deliciously. Her back was tan, slim, silky. Hal got soap lather on his hands and began to rub her. Her skin was as soft and slick as a baby's. He thought how delightful it would be to touch her all over…

"Ummm," said Debby, "that feels nice. You do it different from Mom. It really feels good."

Hal managed a nervous laugh. "Well," he said, "besides being a mechanical genius, I'm also an expert masseur."

Debby giggled. "Oh, you bullshitter," she said delightedly.

Hal sighed as he worked his strong hands up and down her satiny back. Here she was: naked and inviting, letting him touch her, and yet he couldn't have her. She was his wife's daughter, she was only thirteen. It was just out of the question.

"Ummmmmm," Debby said again.

She was lulled, tranquilized, by his massage. She leaned back against his hands, letting him stroke her, obviously enjoying it enormously. Hal began to talk to her, wanting to prolong the delicious moments.

"So you're thirteen now, Debby?" he said. "Have you dated any boys yet?"

"Oh, no," she said wistfully, "Mom won't let me. She says I have to wait till I'm sixteen."

"Well, maybe she's right," said Hal. "But you've had nothing to do with boys at all? Not even a kiss?"

"Nope," Debby said, sighing. "I'm dying to know what it's like, thought."

"I'll bet," said Hal.

He could remember when he was her age, how he'd been constantly horny, constantly having to jack off to make his embarrassing hard-ons go down. He'd been obsessed with sex. Were little girls that way, though? Would a girl Debby's age actually think about fucking?

The answer was yes, but Hal didn't know it. Debby was thinking about it at that moment, remembering what she'd seen through the keyhole. She wanted very much to have that experience, to see what it would be like to take a hard long cock into her body.

She was just wondering how she could get Hal to cooperate…

It wouldn't be easy. Like most grown-ups, he was nervous and uptight when it came to sex. She'd seen how he blew his cool when she got undressed in front of him, and he was blushing as he washed her back. She'd have to take it slow, trick him into it… She just had to learn more about sex, and Hal was the only man around.

He finished with her back and started to move away.

"Ohhh," Debby said in a little cooing voice, "that was so nice, Hal. Would you wash the rest of me, please?" She said it with an innocent smile, looking him right in the eye.

Hal felt himself flushing right down to his toes.

"Wh-why, of course, Debby," he said, almost stammering in his excitement.

Christ, she was asking him to touch her all over. He didn't know if he could control himself, but he just couldn't pass up the experience. He quickly lathered his hands again.

Debby turned around in the tub to face him, offering her cute little pointed tits. She looked utterly unashamed and innocent. Hal felt his hands trembling as he placed them on her shoulders and began to work downward. She was so soft, so nice to touch…

At last he had worked down to her breasts. He slid his hands over them, feeling the firm little cones pressing against his palms. He soaped her plump little jugs well, then began to massage them. Debby flushed with pleasure.

"Oh, that feels really nice," she said.

She was surprised and delighted to discover how good it felt when a man played with her blossoming titties. They were very sensitive, and each time Hal squeezed or rubbed them, she felt hot excitement in her pussy. She thrust her chest forward, pressing her aroused pink-nippled boobs against his palms. He rubbed faster.

"Ohhhhhh, yes," she said, sighing. "I really like that!"

Hal felt her little pink nipples going hard and erect against his palms. Her tiny tits were swelling up with arousal, getting firmer, rounder, hotter. Her excitement sparked his, and he felt his cock suddenly lurch into full erection, straining in the confinement of his pants.

He blushed. Fortunately the side of the tub separated them, and she couldn't see the grotesque bulge of his crotch. She wasn't looking at him, anyhow. Her eyes were blank and glazed with pleasure as he massaged her sensitive little tits.