Marli and I, Part 3

Thank goodness I had the forethought to set an alarm clock. When it suddenly started beeping at 7am, I panicked, thinking it was much later due to the bright sunshine outside. I found Marli had rolled over with her back to me and was spooned against me. My hand had found its way into her tank top and was holding her flat chest tightly. Down below, my cock was fully erect again, and was nested tightly between Marli’s legs at the very tops of her thighs at the gap where they widened ever so slightly. To facilitate this, her shorts had been pulled down to her knees, but I have no memory of doing it, and no knowledge of Marli doing it – not that it mattered. But her legs were tightly squeezing my penis and holding it, and she had one hand between her legs too, pressing me up against her vulva. Her long brown hair over her face, Marli was completely asleep, and while I very easily could have begun thrusting to a very satisfying orgasm, I knew that I was already tempting fate by even still having Marli in my bed at this hour. There were so many things wrong with the picture if my daughter walked in; it took my entire force of will to extricate myself from the Nirvana between Marli’s thighs without proceeding further.

I scooped up the still-sleeping Marli and carried her down the stairs as silently as I could. My daughter had stretched out but was still on the couch where I left her last night. She was also fast asleep. Without waking her, I set Marli down on the other end of the couch and fetched her her own blanket and covered her before heading back to my room to try and get another hour or two of sleep before the girls started their day officially.

“Daddy, phone for you!” said my daughter. She was standing next to my bed holding out her cell phone to me. I snapped my eyes open and patted the bed next to me to confirm that Marli was not there before taking the phone from her. She skipped out of the room and down the stairs. I looked at the clock – 11:15 – and then at the phone’s caller ID – her mother, my ex. Fuck. I quickly tried to clear my head before speaking to her. I get along with my ex pretty well, but I don’t talk to her unless I must.

“Hello?” I croaked.

“Late night?” she said sarcastically but pleasantly enough.

I lied. “Didn’t sleep well. I woke up early and went for a run but had a splitting headache when I got back so I took some aspirins and sacked out for a bit – what’s up?” I asked.

“I’d like to take her to my mom’s today, if I could. Anything important going on?” she asked. My ex and I are pretty free about giving up time to each other…it evens out, and saying no would draw suspicion and possibly start a fight.

“Well, she has a friend over, but we didn’t have any plans made yet for the day. I can bring her by after lunch if that works for you.” I offered. Fuck!!! – so much for spending time with Marli today.

“I’m not leaving until around three if you wanted to hold onto her for a little longer so she can spend more time with her friend. We’re going to stay tonight at mom’s and come back tomorrow night.” she replied.

“Okay, see you around 2, 2:30.” I said. A few more pleasantries and we hung up. Fuck.

I took a quick shower and dressed before heading downstairs to see what the girls were up to. I found that while my own daughter was still in her pajamas, Marli had obviously showered and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was dressed in some clothes that were my daughter’s but didn’t fit her anymore: a pink plaid skirt, and a white button-front shirt that was untucked. White knee-high stockings pulled above the knee and black shoes rounded out the ensemble. I was speechless – she looked good enough to eat. This was a much better outfit than the ratty things I saw in her overnight bag last night when I was snooping.

“Wow, Marli! Don’t you look lovely! What’s the occasion?” I asked, trying to sound innocent and giving my own daughter a peck on the top of her head.

She beamed, giving the bright morning sunshine some serious competition. “Thank you! I dunno…I asked Amber if she had anything for me to wear and she let me raid her closet.” she explained.

I didn’t remember Amber ever wearing this outfit, which is probably a good thing. Not that she ever would; she’s a bit on the tomboyish side and skirts (especially pink ones) are definitely not her thing. This was probably a past effort by her mother to ‘girl her up’ and she never even tried it on. I’d bet Marli had to take the price tags off every item this morning.

“Did you two get breakfast?” I asked.

“Yep.” said my daughter, absently.

My daughter had already discussed the day’s plan with my ex before handing me the phone, so she was up to speed, but I wasn’t sure if she’d informed Marli.

“Marli, I have to bring Amber to her mom’s today around two. I can bring you home before that.” I said.

“Okay” she said, clearly deflated but trying not to make it obvious in front of my daughter.

I sent my daughter upstairs to get a shower and get dressed. Marli tagged along with her and hung out upstairs while my daughter readied her things for her overnight trip. Moments after I heard the water start running in the bathroom, I heard someone running down the stairs like the house was on fire. Marli rounded the corner and launched herself into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck as she crushed her soft hungry mouth into mine. Her tongue found mine and caressed it masterfully; she was learning so fast.

“I’m so mad at Amber’s stupid mom” she said. “I wanted to stay again tonight and try doing it again.”

“I know, this sucks. But we’ll get another chance soon, I promise. Marli, you look so hot today…soo fucking sexy.” I said, making her smile up at me.

“I wore it for you Alex. After last night, I hated the clothes I brought.”

“Baby, I think you’d look hot in paper bags, but this…” with that I ran my hands up her thighs and under her skirt, lifting her by her butt to kiss me again. She pressed herself into my lap, grinding herself into my straining erection and moaning into my mouth. I moved my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the outside of her panties, which were slightly damp. She whimpered into my mouth, and I pushed her hips down forcefully against my hardness. We kissed for a few minutes longer, driving each other crazy, until suddenly we both heard the water shut off upstairs and we knew our time together was over. Marli lifted her hips off me, but kept her mouth locked to mine, pulling me to her as she stood up between my knees. Only then did she break our kiss.

“She takes quick showers” she said, breathlessly.

“I’ll have to talk to her about that” I deadpanned.

“See that you do.” said Marli, with a smile.

Marli then turned to head back upstairs but caught herself and stopped. She turned to look at me once more, and without breaking my gaze, she reached up under her skirt. She then brought her hand back out and stuck two wet fingers in my mouth, feeding her wetness to me and smiling wickedly when I sucked hard on her fingers, not wasting a drop.

“Gotta go!!!” she said before running out and racing up the steps before my daughter got dressed and came out of the bathroom.

After my daughter finished getting ready, the girls walked over to a girlfriend’s house in the neighborhood while I did some work around the house. I texted my daughter around 1pm to let her know lunch was almost ready. She and Marli came home about ten minutes later just as I was sitting down. They made their plates and joined me at the table and sat across from each other; Amber at my left, Marli on my right. They never broke stride in their conversation about some boy band, and I kept eating, trying not to stare at Marli.

“Dad, Marli was wondering if she could go with us to mom’s when you take me.” said my daughter.

“She’s going with you to mom’s?” I asked. “You know you’re staying at your grandmother’s tonight, right?”

“No… she just wants to ride up with us, so she doesn’t have to go home right away – her mom is sleeping and it’s boring there. You can drop her off on the way back.” she said.

At this, I felt a hand on my right leg. My heart soared with these new developments as Marli’s plan became obvious to me. Clever girl.

“Sure, honey.” I said, ignoring my palpitations and hoping I wasn’t having a heart attack. “No problem.”

The girls cleaned up the dishes and I backed the car out of the garage. Marli and Amber got into the back seat together; Marli sat in the center seat and Amber sat on the passenger side as we backed out for the thirty-minute ride to her mother’s house.

The girls were chatting away for a while, but then things started to get quiet in the back as they just watched the scenery go by. Earlier when I looked back in the rear view at Marli, she was focused on her friend for the most part. Now when I looked back, she was staring right at me. When our eyes met, she made a facial gesture I didn’t understand; she looked down and back up at me. She did it again more emphatically and I sort of shook my head, telling her I wasn’t getting it. She rolled her eyes with disgust and pointed out some laughable detail outside the right side of the car to my daughter. ‘Oh, what an interesting fence post’…something like that.

When my daughter’s attention was focused outside, Marli dropped something over my left shoulder, which fell into my lap. I looked down. There sat the brand-new white panties I’d seen in her bag last night. I looked back at her again and she gave me a ‘Now do you understand, dummy?’ look but she was smiling. So was I. I wanted to wear her panties on my face like a superhero mask for the rest of the day, but I was pretty sure my daughter would notice that, so I tucked them into my shirt pocket. They were so small they barely made a lump.

Making sure my daughter wouldn’t see, I lowered the rear-view mirror and centered Marli’s knees in it. She waited until Amber wouldn’t see, then opened her knees, exposing her bald little cunt to me. I slowed down so I could continue staring without crashing the car. Every once in a while, she would point out some vapid detail outside and when my daughter would look, Marli would reach her hand down between her legs, stroking her pussy and making sure I could see. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was working. She had me so horny I was tempted to pull over and fuck her in the back seat while my daughter worked the radio. She was going to have to be careful; she still had thirty minutes alone with me in the car when I brought her home.

“Dad!” cried my daughter. “The speed limit is 65 and we’re going 30!!!” I could hear Marli laughing. Shit – way to be subtle, genius.

“Yikes, sorry honey…guess I wasn’t paying attention.” I didn’t even notice the cars racing past me.

I moved the mirror back up and gave Marli my ‘you’re gonna get it’ look and she just laughed again. We only had a few more miles till we reached Amber’s mom’s house, so I tried to make up some time by going the actual speed limit.

Once at her mother’s, Amber took off running with Marli in tow to show her a poster or something in her room. I was alone in the car for a moment, so I took Marli’s panties out of my pocket and put them up to my face, breathing deeply. There once again was the purely sexual scent of Marli’s arousal. These panties were no longer wet, but examining them I could see the pale yellowish line and the hardened crease of Marli’s dried secretions. With my head spinning as more blood shunted to further engorge my cock, I put the panties in the console and got out of the car to go find the world’s second-most effective solution to a hard-on: my ex-wife.

My ex was sitting in the kitchen. “I’m glad someone got some use out of those clothes.” she said when I walked in. Yep, there goes my boner.

“Hmm?” I said. I was still in a bit of a fog, with the scent of Marli’s sex still clinging to my memory, though my ex was bringing me back to reality in a hurry.

“The clothes Marli was wearing. I couldn’t even get Amber to try them on after I bought them.” she said.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I think she even had to cut the tags off. I don’t think they’d fit Amber anyway.” I replied.

“Heck no they wouldn’t – they barely fit Marli!” she exclaimed.

“You think? I really didn’t even notice.” I lied. I think I sounded convincing.

“You want some coffee?” my ex offered. There was nothing behind this; like I said, we get along most of the time.

“Rain check. You have a good drive ahead of you and I have to get Marli home.” I left out the fact that I was taking her to my home.

We chatted for a few more minutes before I could hear the girls bounding down the hall. My daughter sat at the table across from my ex; Marli remained standing between them. Amber showed my ex some detail in a magazine, and when they all moved in for a closer look, Marli bent over with legs straight and spread slightly, and her back flat. Her little skirt rode up just enough to show a couple inches of her ass with her naked vulva clearly visible. This kid was amazing – I’d swear she had spent time in a strip club. She seemed to know exactly how to move her body to the greatest effect; not something you see in most eleven-year-olds. She loved teasing me.

I gave my daughter a hug and kiss and told her I loved her while Marli ran to the car. Then we set off for home.

Other than a very deep, very wet kiss planted on me by Marli while we were stopped at a traffic light shortly after we left, she was fairly well behaved. She was sitting in the passenger seat and there was a console between us so I couldn’t have her right next to me. Soon she dozed off for the ride home. I had wanted to stop somewhere with her and commit some further atrocities but realized that last night was catching up with her and she needed the rest. Besides, it was risky doing anything away from home – this was a blessing in disguise.

As we approached my home, I decided not to wake Marli. She was slumped in the seat, and while my neighbors didn’t strike me as nosy, I was glad to have her below the window line as I slipped the car into the garage and closed the door behind us. Once we were hidden from the world I went around to her side and carried her into the house. I’d let her sleep a little longer. I could probably use a nap myself but decided against it. I laid her on the sofa and covered her with a blanket.

About half an hour later it was getting close to dinner, so I decided to wake Marli; gently kissing her shoulders, neck and mouth as I pulled her from her slumber. My hand ran down her waist and under her skirt to cup her naked butt in my hand as I continued kissing her. Soon she wrapped her arms around my neck and rolled onto her back, as I moved my hand between her legs, holding my hand against her vulva but not wanting to go further. I had her for the whole night all to myself, and there was no need to rush. As I broke our kiss and lifted away from her, I dragged my middle finger the length of her slit, feeling the barest hint of wetness beginning to form there and sending a wave of sensation through her body. She smiled at me dreamily. This would be a long night for both of us.

“Dinner?” I asked.

A nod from Marli. “What’re we having?” she asked.

“Well, that’s entirely up to you, darling one. I could make something here or we could go out and go on a date.” I said, smiling.

At this, Marli lit up with a huge grin. “A date??? Ooh let’s do that! Where can we go?!” she asked.

I didn’t want to go anywhere local. While no funny business was planned for the public, it might raise a question or two if either of us saw someone we knew. Had my daughter been with us it would have been a non-issue, but alone we might send up some red flags. A short drive to the north would put us in a different county and school district, where we could be more anonymous. Certainly, we might run into someone there, it was just much less likely. If it was a friend of mine, I could explain Marli away as a niece; but if it was a friend of hers that wouldn’t go as smoothly. So, I picked the most expensive restaurant, which made it less likely that we’d run into one of Marli’s classmates.

“I’ll take you someplace nice. You’ll have to raid Amber’s closet again though. Look for a dress.” Half my daughter’s closet was packed with girly things with the tags still on them. I wasn’t worried about her finding something appropriate. “I’ll get your panties from the car.” I said, heading toward the garage.

“Do I need them? I kinda like not having any on; it makes me feel like I’m being bad.” she said with a devious grin.

Tell you what…” I said, “I’ll give them to you now and you decide if you want to wear them or not. I’ll find out later. Surprise me.”

“Okay!” she said.

“But” I added. “I like when you wear them sometimes because if they get wet, they smell like you and that’s very sexy to me.”

She wrinkled her nose at this. “Really?”

“Well, nothing can replace the real thing, but yes.” I explained.

“Okay whatever. Boys are weird.” she said, turning to go upstairs. Yes Marli…yes, we are.

With Marli in Amber’s room getting ready, I went to my room to get dressed. Since Marli’s family was so poor, I was sure she would find the nicest thing in Amber’s closet, so I opted for a dark suit and tie and called to make reservations.

Marli came out about thirty minutes later wearing a dark navy cocktail dress that stopped at her knee. Gone were the socks she’d had on earlier. Now she was wearing high heels. Well, if one inch is high. The ponytail was gone from her hair, which had been brushed straight and now cascaded down over her bare shoulders flawlessly. She looked beautiful and much more grown up.

“Lovely,” I said. “Just gorgeous.”

She smiled brightly, then twirled around once for effect, enjoying the attention.

“Wow.” was all I could add. She really did look stunning.

Soon we headed to dinner, chatting the entire time.

Once at the restaurant, I treated Marli like a princess, explaining that she should wait for me to get out and open her door for her in the car, as well as at the restaurant. The custom seemed bizarre to a girl whose family never went out to eat (other than fast food), but she soon enjoyed the special treatment and would pause at doors and wait for me to open them, which I gladly did. The role reversal seemed to amuse her greatly.

Once inside the restaurant I casually scanned the other diners, looking for familiar faces and finding none. There were no kids to be seen either, which was a relief. I thought that perhaps an adult could recognize Marli, but it didn’t seem likely that anyone from her family’s social circle would be in a restaurant like this, and if they were, they probably wouldn’t recognize Marli anyway as polished as she was that night. In the end, no one paid us any attention at all.

I ordered a bottle of wine and Marli ordered a soda. She obviously couldn’t have a glass of wine herself, but I told her she was welcome to take a sip of mine if she wished, just to try it. Upon reading the menu, Marli started to get noticeably quiet.

“Something on your mind?” I asked.

“Everything is so expensive” she whispered “I don’t know what I can get.”

“Well, I thank you for being so considerate, but you can get whatever you like, sweetheart. We’re on a date.” I said.

She smiled and made her choice and told me what she wanted. “Some women like for the gentleman to order for them. Would you like me to do that?” I asked.

She nodded, smiling again.

Marli was an adventurous eater. Her entree was fairly tame, but she gladly tried my wine, which to my surprise she liked, and my lobster, which she loved. She had initially turned up her nose when my plate arrived with a big red bug on it, but she kept an open mind and tried it anyway.

Since we had some time and could speak quietly without interruption in our booth, I decided to poke around a bit.

“Marli, can I ask you a personal question?” I asked.

“Uh huh.” she said.

“Well…how is it you’re not a virgin?” I asked.

“I am a virgin.” she said. “-well, kinda.” she added, laughing, referring to our failed attempt the night before.

“But you didn’t have a hymen.” I said. At this Marli got a curious look, and it was obvious I had lost her.

“A hymen is a little bit of skin inside your vagina. When you have sex for the very first time it tears. It hurts a little but then stops, and usually there’s some blood. You didn’t have that.” I explained.

“Oh! No, I did that already.” she said simply.

“You had sex already??” The slightest pang of jealousy punched me square in the gut, but mainly I was concerned for Marli, and prepared myself for a story of a creepy uncle or something.

“Only with you.” she whispered. “I mean I did the blood already.” she added, cryptically.

“When was that?” I asked.

“When my sister taught me how to do it. Like to myself.” she said.

“How did that come about?” I asked. I knew she had an older (and a younger) sister, but this was an interesting twist.

“Well, I told you I knew about my brother doing it. One time I came home from school and heard Cara crying in her room. I knocked but she didn’t hear me, so I pushed the door open, and she was in her bed doing it.” she said.

“Doing what?” I asked. I knew damn well what; my perverted brain just needed to hear Marli say it.

She rolled her eyes like I was an idiot. “She called it masturbating. She had a brush and she had stuck the handle in her vagina and was pushing it in and out.” Once again Marli amazed me – at her age I could never have had this conversation. She was completely open and honest; no shame at all.

Marli continued, “She got mad at me for coming in her room, but I told her I heard her crying and she started to laugh at that. She said she wasn’t crying, but what she was doing felt really good, so she was making noises. So, I asked her what she was doing, and she showed me.” she said, ending the story matter of factly.

“So how did you end up losing your hymen?” I asked.

“Well when she showed me, she asked if I wanted to try it, so I pushed the brush too, but only in her. She started to moan again when I did that, so I stopped cuz I thought I had hurt her. She grabbed my hand and made me keep going so I did. Then she got really noisy and then stopped. Then she said it was my turn, so she told me to take off my pants and undies and lay on the bed. She just used a finger, but it felt really nice.” she explained.

“So, your sister broke your hymen?” I confirmed.

“No, not that time. We did that a few times when we were bored or if I slept in her room, and one time I asked about the brush because it looked like that was making her feel really good that one day, so I wanted to try it too. So, she got the brush and made me lay back and she was pushing it in and out of me but just a little, and then she said she was going to try something and that it was going to hurt a little bit, but it would feel a lot better after. She pushed the brush into me, and it hurt a lot, but she stopped and hugged me while the brush was up me, and I felt better. After a few minutes she started moving it in and out again and it felt good, so I moaned like she did. It felt better after it hurt that time, but I had blood in my panties that night so I ran to my sister’s room, and she said it was normal and wouldn’t happen again for a few years. ¨

“So, the only time you do that is with your sister?” I asked, playing dumb. I knew what she had told me last night.

“Well at first, yes. Then sometimes I’d be in bed and couldn’t sleep so I’d touch myself and it felt really good. And then other times I would notice that my undies were a little wet and if I touched myself during those times, it felt even better, and I’d get the fally feeling. Sometimes I’d wake up with my hand down there even though I don’t remember doing it. I thought I did it a lot, but Cara told me it was okay and that everyone does it, even boys.” she said, not realizing the joke she’d made.

“Sweetheart,” I said. “what do you mean ‘fally feeling’?”

“When I first started doing it, it felt really good and stuff. But the more I did it the better it would feel sometimes. Kinda like I was trying to get somewhere in my own mind…I don’t know how to explain it…and then if I kept doing it, I would feel like I was falling once I got there so I call it fally. It’s weird.” she said, shrugging.

“I’m pretty sure you are describing orgasms.” I offered.

“Cara said that too but when I asked her how hers felt she said they weren’t like that, so I didn’t think I was doing them right.” she replied.

“They sound perfect to me” I said, smiling and finishing the rest of my glass of wine.

After our plates were cleared away, Marli picked out a splendid dessert from the cart and we shared it while the waiter prepared our take-home boxes and recorked the wine. Since I was driving, I had only had two glasses, so I took the rest home.

As we were leaving, Marli’s small hand found mine, and she placed her head against my arm as we walked out together. During the ride home, Marli either held my hand or stroked it, which I found incredibly erotic.

Once at home, I suggested we change clothes. With me in a suit and Marli in a cocktail dress, we weren’t going to be comfortable. So, Marli went to my daughter’s room once again to do some ‘shopping.’ I put on a t-shirt and shorts and poured some of my leftover wine into a glass and sat down to watch some television while I waited.

When Marli came downstairs, she was wearing a close-fitting white t-shirt, matching white shorts and socks. She walked to me and threw one leg over mine and straddled my lap. She then took my wine glass and drank almost half of it before reaching over to set it on the table. She pushed me back into the couch and kissed me deeply and passionately, her tongue finding mine, the taste of the wine on her lips. We did that for several minutes until she straightened and sat back up.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night.” she said, looking at my mouth.

“It hasn’t been easy keeping my hands to myself either. You were incredibly beautiful tonight; that dress looked like it was made for you.” I said.

“Thank you.” she replied. “And thank you for dinner.”

“You’re welcome. We should do that again soon…go on another date, I mean.”

“I’d like that.” she said, smiling and looking into my eyes. After another kiss, Marli rolled off me and sat beside me, pressed tightly against me. She took another sip of wine before returning to her position and resting her hand in my lap, just next to my turgid cock as we sat together. I desperately wanted to go upstairs and start our night together but didn’t push the issue just yet.

About half an hour later, I noticed Marli was laughing at things on television that weren’t all that funny. She was obviously getting a little tipsy from the wine. In addition, her hand had found the lump in my shorts, and she had started to tease me playfully, even reaching her hand up my shorts to explore and make me crazy. When she started to giggle and moved herself to look up my shorts like I had done to her the previous night, I laughed, but stood up and took her by the hand; turning lights off as went, as I led her upstairs to my room. Marli ran ahead, still giggling.

When I got to my room, Marli was on my bed, waiting for me. When I approached, she knelt on the bed and moved to the edge to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply, but much more sloppily…my little girlfriend was a little past tipsy now. My hands wrapped around her waist briefly before moving around to the backs of her legs and her butt. As my hands explored, I slid them up her shorts, and found that she had chosen to wear panties to dinner after all. I rubbed her pussy through her shorts and her ass where the material was wedged into her butt. When we parted, she looked me in the eyes and asked, “Will you kiss me again? Down there?”

I smiled broadly at her, glad that she asked. “Of course, Marli.”

I continued kissing Marli while pulling down her shorts. I let my hands continue exploring her back and her waist and her perfect little ass. As my hands slid over her butt and underneath to her crotch, I discovered that her panties were absolutely soaked. I pulled away and looked at her.

“You’re all wet.” I said.

“I know…I have been since we left for dinner. I’ve been thinking about tonight.” she said, looking into my eyes.

At her words, my dick reached a level of hardness I thought previously unreachable. I remembered her request and couldn’t wait to taste her. I slid her panties down and she maneuvered to kick them off and picked them up from the bed.

“I think you’ll like these.” she said, examining them.

“Beg your pardon? I asked.

“You said you like it when my panties are wet because they smell like me. Well, these are really wet, so I thought you’d like them, especially since I’m leaving tomorrow.” she explained.

“Oh!” I said. “That’s very thoughtful of you sweetheart. What a wonderful gift. I can use them tomorrow night!” I said, winking at the word ‘use.’ She knew just what I meant and smiled at the thought before moving back to me and kissing me again, now an overnight expert with her tongue.

I slipped Marli’s t-shirt off before gently lowering her backward to the bed. I kissed her ears and neck before sliding down to her chest where I drew lazy circles around her nipples with my tongue. In no time her nipples had puffed out and hardened. I tried to draw them into my mouth and bit them ever so gently, causing Marli to throw her head back and moan.

Taking my time, I slowly navigated southward to Marli’s flat tummy and the very top of her mons. I kissed and licked her skin, trying to drive her wild. She held my head with her hands and tried to push me between her legs. Instead I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked them. Marli reached down to her pussy with one hand, gathering some of her juices before returning those fingers to my mouth where I sucked them clean. She repeated this a few more times before I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and plunged my tongue into the center of her dripping pussy, causing her to suck her breath in sharply and hold it.

I did my best to penetrate and fuck Marli’s pussy with my tongue, tasting her mildly musky flavor. She whispered my name while holding my head in her hands. Soon she was starting to breathe more rapidly and was getting close to orgasm. I was avoiding her clit to prolong her pleasure, but she soon moved my head more forcefully in her hands, pulling me away from her and looking at me with a passion that I would never be able to describe with mere words.

“I’m ready” she said. “I want to try it again…make love to me.”

I answered silently with only a smile as I lifted Marli’s small form further up the bed onto the pillows. She never took her eyes off me as she lay back and spread her legs.

I moved above Marli, centering my cock at her open pussy. Once again, I dragged the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, merging my precum with her wetness. She held my gaze, looking at me hungrily. I thought about asking her if she was sure about this, but her look told me there was no doubt in her mind that this was what she wanted. She moaned when I rubbed my dick into her.

Placing the tip just at her opening, I pushed myself into her, expecting the same resistance that I’d experienced the previous night. Whether it was the stimulation from licking her or the alcohol from the wine, I met no resistance at all this time, and my cock slid into her perfectly, causing her to moan loudly now. I could barely stifle a moan myself; she was incredibly tight.

Although her pussy was too small to take the full length of my cock before I bumped into her cervix, I was more than satisfied with the depth she could accept, and I stayed in that position for a few moments, staring deeply into her eyes as she stared back into mine. Gone was the pain and the crying from last night; I knew she felt good this time and that I could continue. I slowly drew my dick out of her, poising myself with just the tip inside before pausing and plunging myself back into her tight wetness. Marli raked her fingernails into my skin as I fucked her deeply. She pulled my chest to hers and kissed me, moaning loudly into my mouth.

Again and again, I drove my cock into her, loving her, fucking her. I felt my orgasm building rapidly in my center.

“I’m going to cum, baby.” I panted into her ear.

“This feels so good. Dan……Dan……I love you.” she moaned.

Hearing Marli tell me she loved me was enough to send me over the edge and as my orgasm overtook me, I pumped once more into her, my balls touching the soft skin of her ass as she finally accepted my full length. As the first wave of my semen flooded her tiny pussy, Marli’s face changed with wonder at the realization she could feel the heat of my cum filling her. Her own orgasm could no longer be denied, and she arched her back tightly as she wrapped her legs around my waist, somehow pulling me even deeper into her willing cunt, which was spasming wildly, milking my engorged dick. She kissed me again, this time screaming into my mouth as waves of pleasure wracked her tiny body as I resumed pumping into her a few more times as our mutual orgasms began to subside.

Breaking off our kiss, I said, “I love you too, Marli.” and I laid down next to her brushing a few stray hairs off of her face. Marli rolled over to face me and pulled her small body tightly to mine, entwining her legs in mine.

“That felt wonderful.” she said.

“It didn’t hurt?” I asked.

“Uh uh” she replied, shaking her head.

Marli and I got ourselves cleaned up and watched TV in bed for a while. As always, Marli had to be in constant contact with me, but now of course we were naked, and as we watched a movie she was absentmindedly playing with my cock. In no time, she had me hard again, and she was fascinated with penile mechanics.

“That is so cool!” she said, marveling at the change as she gently masturbated me.

“It feels really good, too. If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum.” I said.

At this Marli smiled broadly and sat up, paying full attention to what she was doing, taking ownership of this new task. She brought her other hand into play too, using both to jack me off. I’ve never been a huge fan of handjobs – my ex-wife was terrible at it, so it wasn’t really on my radar, but Marli’s soft, small hands felt exquisite, and despite her never having done this before, she was really good at it. I also explained the importance of ‘working the balls’ too, which she gladly did. After a few minutes, Marli started licking the head of my cock, nearly sending me over the edge right there. I brought my hand under her ass to rub her pussy, causing her to moan with appreciation as she pushed her mouth down over my rock-hard dick.

She was already wet, so I was able to finger fuck her easily. Marli stopped sucking and got up on her knees and stuck her butt out, allowing me easier access, and allowing her to push back against my hand as she continued to jack me off. I lifted my hand a little, essentially picking her up by her pussy as I gently encouraged her to keep sucking. Marli got the hint and slobbered down on my cock again while I kept fingering her.

Marli stopped moving her head up and down on my cock and paused at the lowest point, with my dick touching the back of her throat. She pushed herself down slowly on it, as if she was trying to gag herself. I fucked her little cunt harder with my middle finger and brought my index finger to her little asshole, pressing against the tight ring until it allowed me in. Marli started moaning onto my cock, clearly letting me know that she loved what I was doing. She rocked back on her knees as much as she could, encouraging me to go deeper, and I gladly obliged. When the second knuckle of my index finger was in her ass, I pulled back out and began fingerfucking her ass and pussy at the same time. After just a few pumps, Marli pushed back hard as I was pushing in and she started cumming immediately, her whole body tensing up as she screamed in ecstasy on my cock, still pressed deeply into the back of her mouth. The feeling of her throat vibrating my cockhead put me right over the edge and I started to cum before I could even warn her. My free hand uncontrollably reached for her head to hold her there, even though she wasn’t pulling away. Marli got quiet as my sperm hit the back of her throat and she started to swallow it. Fortunately, this load was smaller than the first time she sucked me off, so she handled it easily and didn’t miss a drop. I gently slid my fingers out of her as she lifted off me. As she turned to me and smiled, it looked as if she had been crying, since her eyes were watering so much when she was sucking me.

“Sweetheart,” I began “that was incredible, but why do you do that to yourself? You don’t have to, you know.”

“I don’t know.” she replied with a shrug. “I just like it. — I have to pee.” and with that she got out of bed, nearly falling over when she stood up. I watched her dimpled butt as she walked into the bathroom. Perfect.

After we had both used the bathroom and put ourselves (and the bedsheets) back in order, Marli spooned her naked ass against my spent cock and spooned against me, wrapping my arm around herself as we dozed off, exhausted. I’d lose Marli to her mother tomorrow, but tonight she was still mine.

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