Jack Grant - Making Daddy

She touched her breasts, searching for some sign of swelling, some indication that she would soon develop into a woman. Was it her imagination or could she feel a slight swelling, a new fullness there?

She sighed and buried her face in the sheets. Robin's mother had talked to her about growing up, about the onset of her menstrual periods and the growth of her body. Mom had even suggested that it would start any time. After all, she was almost eleven, would be in four months. Lots of girls began that early, Mom had said.

Robin snuggled down under the sheet and smiled. Maybe getting fucked would help her grow up faster.

Francie felt the cool water on her overheated body and submerged quickly. She was still overheated from the exciting, wild time the man had shown her up in the screened summerhouse. Wow! She'd known it would be good, but he had surpassed her wildest dreams. He was a man, a real man. That hard-driving cock was something else again. It made all the others she had had, the boys she knew, pale to insignificance. Not that they weren't good… she liked fucking no matter who gave it to her!

But Hawley was special. And the things he'd said and done… mmmmm, it had been delightful. She could still feel the tingling delight in her belly. God, how she'd come! Over and over! And she thought she'd die when he licked her asshole. That had been wild.

Francie swam out and floated on her back in the moonlight. Her tits stood up high, like sails above her body. The cool water made her nipples pop again, and the pulling sensation was pleasant. She heard the splash and saw Hawley swimming slowly toward her. She treaded water and smiled, waiting for him.

"Hi, baby." His hand groped for her crotch under the surface. He darted his head toward her and tried to kiss her.

"Shhhhh, sound carries on the water," she warned.

"Then swim in with me so I can fuck you again," he whispered. He tugged at her arm.

She laughed softly and swam along with him until they reached shallow water. He grabbed her quickly and pressed his naked length along hers.

She felt the hard pressure of the stiff cock at his crotch, knew he was hard for her again, wanted her. The thought excited her and she spread her legs under the water and arched her body to him.

"Christ!" He poked upward, missing on the first try and bending for a new thrust. The second try was successful, and his prick spread her vulva and pierced the washed cunt. The cool lake water spurted into her body with him and she shivered delectably. He shoved harder and completed his penetration.

"Jeeezzz!" He was humping at her.

"Shh, ooohhh, aaahh!" She almost forgot about sound carrying when he slammed up into her cunt. She was hot all over again. He scraped against her clitoris every time he jabbed, and shivers of lust raced through her belly. She wanted him again, wanted him now.

But he couldn't get good leverage this way, and he had to juggle his balance to stay up. After a few impatient tries, he grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the dock. Wordlessly, he pushed her over it in the shallow water, making her lie face down with her ass angled toward him as he stood behind her. His crotch was in place now, and he stabbed the hot tool toward her again.

Francie almost screamed when instead of digging into her cunt the thick whipping prick found the tight hole of her anus. He pushed on it, and she whimpered. He pressed harder then, and lay his weight on her, putting his face close to hers.

"Be quiet," he whispered. "Relax…"

Then he pushed hard and the cock drove itself right into her asshole.

She stuffed her fingers in her mouth to cut off the cry of pain and hot lust that flooded through her and made her forget everything but wanting him again. Her feet came off the bottom and splashed on the surface of the water. He pressed his face against her so she could make no sound. Then he braced himself on his arms along her ribs and began to fuck the tight, hot tunnel with furious strokes of lusting need. He wanted her again, this way, hot and dry and in the ass. He felt the surging power of his new erection and lust. He was going to come again.

He was going to come now! He shoved it up her, snaked back for another thrust, pushed harder. She was so fucking tight his foreskin jerked along the length of his cock as if it would be pulled off. The thick ridge of the head of the tool scraped along the stinging-hot tissues. A few dribbles of juice leaked from his cock and oiled the tunnel, and that set him off. He came in a hard burst of spurting semen, came as good as he had earlier in her cunt.

When he was done, he backed off her slowly, panting for breath and weak with his own pleasure. She lay very still for several seconds, and he got a little worried. Maybe he'd been too rough. He walked over to her and bent over her.

"Are you all right, baby?" he whispered.

Francie moaned softly. "Yes. Oh, my god! I came again! You made me come again!" She sounded shocked.

He grinned and slapped her ass playfully. "It was good. Haven't you ever been fucked in the asshole before?"

"No. Oh, my god, it was wonderful!"

It was his turn to remind her to be quiet. "Shh, we'd better get out of here now before we get caught!"

She stood up, walked into the water again and bathed her hot, throbbing body. She watched him sluice water over his cock, then bend so he could douse it good before he emerged from the lake and picked up his clothes. He dried himself with his shorts, then pulled on his clothes.

He was putting on his shoes when she ambled out of the water finally.

Even now after he'd taken her so many times, she was a beautiful sight in the moonlight. Her big, firm tits bobbed on her ribs and water dripped from the nipples. The dark triangle of hair at her crotch was a thin shadow on her pearly flesh.

He let her use his shorts to dry herself before putting on her gown and robe again. Then he kissed her lightly and asked if she wanted him to walk her back to her cabin.

"No," she said quickly. "My father or someone might be up. I'll sneak in." She turned and started away.

He grabbed her arm. "Francie, when will I see you again?"

She giggled, and let him pull her close in a hard kiss, one heightened by his probing tongue. "I'll be around…"

"That's not what I mean."

"I don't know," she said. She was still a little scared of being found out, and she knew it was impossible to make plans very far in advance.

She'd have to wait and see what happened tomorrow. God knew she sure wanted him again-soon. The sooner the better, and the more he wanted her, the better she liked it.

She left him then, scurrying through the trees and shadows. Near her own house, she paused and listened. She thought she'd heard a sound in the brush behind her, but it didn't come again. She decided it must've been a nocturnal animal, and she walked on slowly. She had spent her summers at the lake place for many years, and she wasn't afraid of the dark, lonely road. She rather liked the privacy it afforded. She was glad she had consented to meet Hawley, and that everything had gone so great. It was the best part of the whole summer-of any summer. It was the best thing in her whole life.

The cabin was dark and she let herself into her bedroom quietly. Her heart was still pounding at a fast rate, and she slipped into bed and shivered delightedly. She closed her eyes and thought about the man she had left.

The sound was so soft that she wasn't sure she heard it, but her eyes flew open and the shadowy figure was bending over her. She gasped but no sound came from her lips.

"Shhh, it's me, Jack." Her brother put his hand on her shoulder, and his fingers gripped her flesh hard.

"Ohh, what are you doing here?" She could hardly talk.