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I met him during a walk home from school.
My parents fought before I left in the early morning. I think they forgot to come and get me when school ended, so I decided to walk.
It's a nice day out for a Wednesday. I enjoy the stroll, taking my time, and just a few minutes away from my house a car slows down next to me.
The sleek silver color is intriguing. I have to look. It's a nice car, a bit worn so probably an older model, but still sweet to look at regardless. A man is behind the wheel, eyeing me with a smile that sends butterflies up my tummy. I don't know this man but he was pretty handsome. Latino, clearly older with slight grey streaks in his dark hair and a thick beard and nice brown skin.
"Hey, sweetness. Where you headed?" He has an accent too. His voice is nice.
"I'm going home." I respond shyly. He was handsome sure, but mama told me to be weary of strangers.
"You sure are pretty to be walking alone by yourself." The man has stopped his car completely at the curb and I stop with him, not wanting to be rude. He glances at my backpack and smiles. "That's a nice color. What grade are you in?"
I sway side to side, noticing the way he watches greedily as I do so. "Sixth grade." I'm proud of this. Middle school was where girls like me started to really grow up.
"Ohh, so you're a big girl." The man comments and I nod eagerly. He gestures to the car with his thumb. "Wanna hop in?"
"For what?" I ask slowly, grasping the strap of my bookbag tighter. My heart races fast and I don't know why.
"For ice cream!" The man laughs as if I had asked him something stupid. "What flavor do you want? I love Rocky road!"
Rocky road was my favorite too. I chew on the inside of my cheek, deciding between two things. Go home and have to listen to my parents argue, or follow this kind man and eat ice cream?
I choose ice cream. I would be stupid not to.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The question is very straightforward and embarrassing as I climb into his car. I want to lie, but my head is already shaking no. The man clicks his tongue, like he was disappointed. "How come? You're such a pretty girl."
"You think I'm pretty?" His compliment sends more flutters through my tummy. I don't think I'm that pretty. If I was, boys would pay more attention to me at school.
"You are stunning, little one." The man winks. I can't stop myself from giggling at the attention. It was not something I received often, if ever, but I craved it like a sweet treat. I loved attention. If this man was going to give it to me, then we would be good friends.
When he reaches a stoplight he starts to play with my hair. It wasn't in any special style, just a bun with a pink bow.
"Do you want a boyfriend?" He asks suddenly. My cheeks go hot and my palms start to sweat. Should I say yes? No? I just met him. I don't know him at all, but he's cute, and he thinks I'm pretty and wants to give me ice cream!
So I nod my head yes. The light turns green and he hums as he drives again. "I'll be your boyfriend, and you'll be my girlfriend. I've always wanted a girl as beautiful as you."
"Really?" I can't withhold my excitement. What a kind person he was, paying me compliments and declaring himself my boyfriend. I couldn't wait to tell my friends tomorrow of my cute new boyfriend.
"Yes, really. But you can't tell anyone."
I frown. "Why not?"
"Because we have to wait a little while, or else we'll get in trouble." The man gives me a side glance, like a warning. I don't want to get in trouble and I don't want my new boyfriend to get in trouble either.
"So...like a secret?"
"Yes!" His smile is stunning. "Exactly that. It's our little secret until the time is right. Besides, you don't want to tell anyone that you have a boyfriend when you haven't done anything with him yet, would you?"
"What would we do?" I ask, curious. I notice he passes the common shopping center downtown where the ice cream parlor was but I don't speak up. The boyfriend thing was much more important than Rocky road.
"Well, boyfriend and girlfriend kiss and touch each other. Have you ever done that before?"
"Nope." I shake my head and pull my knees up to my chest. He makes a weird noise but I don't pay it much mind.
"Great. I'll teach you."
"How?" I ask and notice when he pulls into a shabby looking neighborhood. There's only a few houses and they look creepy and empty. There's a dead end down the street and he drives there, pulling the car deeper past the end of the road and between the thick green trees. I glance back from where I sit. I can't see the main road anymore.
When I turn to look at him, he's halfway facing me with a wide smile. It sends a shiver down my spine and I straighten out my legs, smoothing down my skirt and avoid his stare. The car engine shuts off, and it's eerily quiet.
"Are you nervous, baby?"
I nod, still looking at my hands in my lap. His large brown hand comes into view, taking my small one in his hold. It's a comforting gesture but my heart still races with uncertainty and something else I can't identify.
"Since you don't know how to do things, I'll teach you right here. After this we'll get ice cream." His reassurance helps me relax a little. Well, that is until he grabs onto my waist. He's strong and huge compared to me, using only one arm to remove me from my seat and place me onto his lap. I have no choice but to straddle him this way, my skirt rising to reveal my pink panties. It's embarrassing and I try to shove my skirt down but he stops me.
"No no. Girlfriends shouldn't hide that from their boyfriends." I glance up at my new boyfriend and have to turn away from his heavy stare. He looked like he wanted to eat me until there was nothing left.
"I'm scared-"
"So you're not a big girl?" His question is offensive. Of course I'm a big girl! I'm in middle school, away from those whiny elementary babies whose moms still held their hands!
"I am a big girl." I respond quickly.
"Then show me." He challenges. I don't really know what he means until he says this; "come give me a kiss."
I blink, then shrug. Whatever. I don't know how to kiss but I know how to leave a peck. Surely that's what he wants. So I give it to him, a quick peck on the lips. His lips are soft and a bit chapped and nice looking and his beard is scratchy. I lick my lips and pull back to say,
"See? I'm a big girl."
But he only shakes his head. His hand grasps the back of my neck, so large and intimidating. "Not like that. Give me a real kiss, with tongue."
My heart sinks. I didn't know how to tongue kiss and from what I've seen it looked nasty. But I can't complain. He doesn't give me a chance to. His hand forces my head forward and his mouth is on mine, a sloppy, wet, weird kiss. It feels so, so weird. I can't keep up. Then something hot and slick and wet slides into my mouth. I gasp and jerk back, but his hand keeps me firmly planted. It's his tongue in my mouth, licking around. I keep my tongue at bay, not knowing what he wanted, but atleast it didn't taste weird. It just felt weird. I don't know if I like it or not.
He pulls away after a few moments and groans. "You taste so good." His praise makes me fly, I love it so much. I don't think he knows that I don't know how to kiss, but I'm glad he doesn't. He leans in to take me again, his tongue licking around my mouth and I try to move my tongue around too. It's nice, actually. I like it when he swirls his tongue around mine, or sucks on it. My racing heart sends hot shivers through me, shivers that I'm not familiar with. It blooms between my legs too. It leaves me heated. Weird and unfamiliar but not unpleasant.
His hands move around. My hands stay in place on his shoulders, but his begin to fondle and grope. He grabs my behind underneath my skirt and presses me down until I feel something solid underneath. It sends pleasure through me, makes me moan. I've never made that noise before.
I have to break the kiss to catch my breath, aware of the hand against my chest. His thick fingers toy with my shirt and slide underneath to touch my training bra. It's embarrassing as my boobs haven't grown out to be as big as the other girls. What if he didn't like them?
"Show me your tits, pretty girl." He whispers and uses both hands to shove up my shirt and training bra. My nipples are hard and my breasts are about the size of little tennis balls. He licks his lips as he stares at them, then leans forward to suck my nipple into his mouth.
"Ah!" I yelp, covering my mouth with my hand and watching my new boyfriend. His tongue is visible, flickering over my hard nipple and turning it wet. It feels so good. I rock my hips over him, the feeling making me blush. I've never felt something like this before but I wanted more. He hums and switches to my opposite nipple, licking and sucking that one until it's just as wet as the first. I don't ever want him to stop.
But he does stop, only to tilt his head back up to kiss me. I feel hot and achy between my legs and my nipples tingle. The kiss he gives me is pleasant, full of tongue, while his large hands continue to grope my little body. I love my new boyfriend now.
When he pulls from the kiss I watch as he reaches down to unbuckle his belt. There's a hard lump behind his jeans. I can't take my eyes off of him even as he unzips his pants and shimmies them down. His thighs are hairy and muscular, and his pelvis is also clad with thick dark hair. There's a hard thing that rests on his thigh. A dark brown, and it seems to leak a clear substance. Curious, I reach and touch it. It's hot.
"That's my cock, baby. Look how hard it is for you."
"Your cock?" I repeat, squeezing it in my hand. His cock. "Why is it hard?"
"Because you're so fucking sexy." He sounds oddly breathless, grasping my wrist and making my hand move up and down. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet little virgin pussy with it."
I gasp, watching my small hand stroke over my boyfriend's big cock. My thumb and index finger can't reach wrapped around him. How could that thing fit inside of me? I've never had anything inside of me before, and the thought makes me nervous.
"I don't know if it can fit..." I voice my worries but he shushes me with a quick kiss.
"It can." His hand moves between my small thighs, rolling up my skirt until my panties are exposed completely. He rips them apart, exposing me in the most embarrassing way and I squirm but he keeps me steady on his lap with his free hand.
"Oh babygirl...look at that pretty pussy." His fingers spread me open and my hips buck. Another weird and unfamiliar thing. "Here...let's prep you, hm?"
I don't know what he means by this. His hands dart out to grab my bottom, hoisting my small body up with both hands and I squeal in terror as I'm forced horizontally. My hands fly out to press against the dashboard, and I can only look up and at the clear blue skies through the window as a hot and wet thing closes over my pussy. There's the sounds of greedy wet smacking and sensations I had never felt before onto my virgin pussy. It feels... incredible. It makes my belly clench and my back arch. I begin to moan, I can't help it and I can't stop it. I can't see what my boyfriend does but I hear and feel it all. Something wet slides inside of me and my legs begin to shake.
I can't help it. Whatever it was down there felt too good. I buck against it, trying to hump against the sweet feeling that I wanted more of. His large hands that hold me up encourage me, and he helps me keep a steady sway and bounce as I chase the pleasure between my legs. My eyes flutter shut and I can't stop moaning.
The pleasure becomes too much and fast. It's hot and wild and my moans turn to cries. My hips buck faster, my Mary Jane's can't find purchase against anything so I can ride the pleasure as hard as I could. I can't do anything but take it and endure the growing intensity.
"Please! Please please please!" The pleasure is too much. Way too much. I feel as if I'm about to faint, and then theres a sudden flood of relief that makes me sob. My pussy jerks uncontrollably and my body shakes, and underneath my cries I can hear my boyfriend humming. A deep purr that sends vibrations through me. It hits me then, that his mouth had been on my pussy the whole time.
When he slowly eases me back down onto his lap, his beard is wet and sticky. I use the hem of my shirt to wipe it off and he chuckles.
"You're ready now." He murmurs to me. I'm still in a weird haze, busy catching my breath, but then there's a hot, solid press against my tingling pussy. I glance down to look. His cock is huge, just barely able to press into my virgin walls. When he does its awful, the worst pain imagined compared to the pleasure I had just felt. I buck and scream and thrash, but he holds me tight and keeps pulling me down, down down.
"No! Please no! It hurts it hurts it hurts!" He only kisses me, muffling my cries and using his hands to rock me up and down. I can't keep up, hot wet pain and the feeling of being so full too much for my little body. His cock is thicker than my forearm, so thick and long that when I glance down through the tears in my eyes, I can see a bulge in my belly.
"F-fuck-" my boyfriend seems to really enjoy it. I try to be good and calm down my cries, but it's hard. Just like his cock deep inside of me. He looks up at me while rocking me up and down, again and again, his brows furrowed and moans leaving him. His clear enjoyment sends another hot sensation through my body besides the pain.
"I...so big..." I whine, not bothering to wipe away my tears. They fall upon his waist, hot little trails that add to the wetness where we connect. His thick cock looks good disappearing and reappearing into my pussy. I can't help but watch. I can't take my eyes away from it.
"Call me daddy." My boyfriend huffs. That was weird. I called my real father that sometimes and the thought was a little gross, but I don't want to disappoint my boyfriend.
"Daddy..." The moment that word leaves me, he starts to pound me from below. The pain and pleasure mix in weird ways. I've had enough and yet I want more.
"That's right. I'm your daddy." He groans and his head tilts back. He looked very handsome that way. "And you're my sweet princess. My beautiful babygirl...fuck...look how you take me..."
I obey his wishes. I glance back down, mewling, watching him pound me from below. My belly bulges out with each thrust inward and his cock makes a squelching noise as it does so. It's too much and I have to pee.
"I...daddy...no no no!...I gotta pee daddy!"
But it's too late. I watch in a daze and slight horror and I squirt onto his cock. It's a big mess, a big spray that soaks the front of his shirt, soaks my thighs, and messes up his leather seats. He doesn't care though, only moans and fucks me harder.
"Oh baby, look at you squirting for daddy." He groans and I moan with him, feeling absolutely gross and hot and naughty. "I'm gonna come-"
My body jerks up and down fast and hard, and I can only take my daddy as he pounds me. He lets out another moan, loud and long and broken, and then he starts to twitch inside of me. His cock twitches and there's hot spurts of something that fills my pussy. He relaxes in his seat, his thrusts becoming slower. Something thick and white leaks from where we connect.
"Fuck." He groans, looking beyond pleased and happy that he's taken me. He licks his lips and glances up at me with a sweet smile. "You're such a good girl for daddy, do you know that?"
I'm still in pain, stretched open and uncomfortably wet, but his praise makes me smile and sniffle.
"Yes."
"Did you like that?"
I nod. Not entirely a lie. I did like it, but the pain would leave me sore for days most likely. Still, it didn't matter because finally I had a boyfriend. A secret boyfriend.
"Do you want to do it again?"
I didn't. I needed a break but I don't want to make my daddy unhappy. So I nod. And for the second time, he touches and takes me in the driver's seat of his car.