Title: Father of a Bride Part 1
Author: TheLittlestPlaymate
Email: TheLittlestPlaymate@gmail.com
Basic Codes: Mf(12)
Synopsis: Weddings are about two families coming
together – but usually not quite like
this! When Carissa's sister marries Tim's
daughter, the newlyweds aren't the first
ones to have some steamy post-wedding
sex.
Author Note: I hope you enjoy this story! If you do
please let me know - more positive
feedback will make me want to post more
of my stories here. <3
Also, this is the plain-text version,
which might be slightly confusing since I
like to use italics a lot. If you don't
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---
If Carissa were being honest, the biggest reason she
was excited about her sister's wedding was that she
was getting to miss a week of school for it. Of
course, since she loved her sister, she wouldn't ever
admit to that fact out loud. She was supposed to be
happy about celebrating Ashley's marriage - and she
was! Still, the selfish side of her was looking
forward to getting out of classes and away from
middle-school drama, and having fun partying all week.
That was what she'd thought at first, anyway. She
hadn't realized how boring most of the week would be!
Ashley and their mom spent all of their time working
on the last-minute details, and since Carissa was
going to be a junior bridesmaid she got dragged along.
Then, Carissa was surprised to find out that there
wasn't going to be a bachelorette party - one of the
things she'd been looking forward to most! Since there
were going to be two brides and no grooms at the
wedding, and Ashley and her fiancé Erica shared all
the same friends, it didn't make sense to have split
parties the night before the wedding.
Carissa was smart enough to bury her complaints,
though - even at just twelve years old, she understood
how bad of a move that would be. At least she had the
wedding reception to look forward to - that promised
to be tons of fun. The rehearsal dinner too, she
supposed, though that sounded like it was just as
likely to be hideously boring, depending on what
Erica's parents did for it.
---
Tim Halden was beaming. The week of his daughter's
wedding was here and he couldn't have been more
excited. After all the strife of finding herself and
getting to a place where she felt she belonged, his
beautiful baby girl, Erica, had finally found a woman
she truly loved and that truly loved her. Erica was
busy getting last minute details sorted out, while Tim
and his wife Mary saw to the out-of-towners, namely
Erica's fiance, Ashley and her family.
Having met Ashley a number of times, Tim was quite
comfortable with her, and was readily excited to
welcome her into the family. Mary was a bit of a
stick in the mud about the whole affair--more
protective lioness, than bitchy bigot--and seemed to
keep things with Ashley cordial at best. Ever the
diplomat, Tim steeled himself for what could be a
precarious situation with Ashley's mother and younger
sister. While he had no doubt the younger sibling
would be easily distracted with the goings on of the
week, he focused on keeping things with the new in-
laws as steady as possible.
Tim had seen Ashley's mother and sister, Carissa only
in photos Ashley would share with him. The three were
certainly an attractive bunch, and picking them up at
the airport brought the photos to flesh. Ashley was
simply glowing, and her mother seemed to exude the
same radiance as Mary and Tim greeted them at the
baggage claim. Carissa seemed somewhat cautious. As
Tim looked the trio up and down, he could see that
Ashley and Carissa were fortunate enough to get much
of their mother's genetics--strikingly beautiful, with
quick eyes, and delicate features. Carissa was still
young, her body svelte from her youth, but Tim could
already see that she was developing into--stop it!
Dammit, get your mind out of the gutter, Tim!
He cleared the cobwebs out of his head as he re-
focused on being the gracious host, helping the ladies
with their bags. As they piled into his SUV and sped
away from the airport, Tim reasoned he was just pent
up from his wife holding out on him. How long had it
been? 2 months? 3 months? To Tim, it felt like
ages, but he assumed a little hanky panky with Mary
would set him right as rain. He hoped if she had
enough wine at the rehearsal dinner, she would be open
to bedding him.
---
One great thing about the week was getting to meet so
many new people. Well, less the meeting of new people
and more the watching of new people. Since her own
role in the week's preparations was minimal - pretty
much "sit over there and don't get in the way" - she
had a lot of time to observe, too. She hadn't really
gotten to see Ashley and Erica interact much
previously. While she and her sister got along well,
they weren't exactly close thanks to the large age
difference between them. Watching them now was great.
The small ways they lit up in each others' presence,
brushed up against each other, and looked out for each
other gave Carissa the shivers. She'd never had any
sort of normal relationship, and wasn’t sure she ever
really wanted one, either, but watching her sister and
future sister-in-law at least gave her an
understanding of why other people wanted to find "true
love" so much.
On the other side of the spectrum were Erica's
parents, Tim and Mary. Individually, they were nice
enough, though Mary was perhaps a bit reserved, and
Carissa didn't like how she looked away uncomfortably
whenever the engaged couple kissed or showed any other
physical affection. Together, though...well, it was
hard to say. You could barely tell from how they
interacted that they were together. Their relationship
seemed to be more of a business arrangement than
anything built on love or affection.
There was one thing Carissa picked up on that she
wondered if anyone else noticed - the way Tim looked
at her mother, Sarah. He didn't do it obviously or
frequently, but Carissa was experienced enough, and
had enough curves of her own despite her young age, to
know when a man was "checking out" a woman. It was
hard not to laugh out loud whenever she caught him
taking one of those slightly-guilty glances back at
Mary after particularly long gazes at Sarah's chest or
ass.
Carissa wondered if Tim was aware that her mom, like
her sister, was a lesbian. The young girl had actually
thought something was wrong with herself when she
realized she liked guys. As far as she knew, the last
guy her mom had been with was Ashley's dad. Carissa
herself was the product of in vitro fertilization –
or, as she liked to joke with her friends, "taking all
the fun out of it."
---
The week went by smoothly enough. There was a
palpable exuberance in the air, that even Tim's cool
wife, Mary could suppress. Tim felt elated, and kept
his hopes up for some rehearsal evening nooky.
Squiring the out of towners all around the city was
less a chore than a welcome reprieve from the hectic
'last minuting' of the wedding. Sarah and her
youngest daughter Carissa were polite guests, ooh-ing
and ahh-ing over every mundane detail Tim could
divulge about his home town.
Once or twice Tim barely averted his gaze in time to
avoid Sarah catching him ogling her. Towards the
week's end, with his anticipation of sex after the
rehearsal dinner looming on his mind, Tim was nearly
salivating whenever Sarah was in his presence. What
would she mind, anyways? She's single, and I'm sure
she loves the attention from decent looking man. It's
not like it would go any further than an innocent
glance. She should be flattered. With that reasoning
well planted in his mind, Tim reminded himself to keep
his eyes on the road whenever Carissa was around. No
need in having the young girl asking any awkward
questions.
Carissa. Tim just couldn't get a bead on her. Ashley
was a caring person and wore her heart on her sleeve,
so Tim could read her quite easily. Sarah was
certainly friendly but seemed to have a good grasp of
keeping others at arms' length until she deemed them
worthy. He assumed it was the result of being a
single mother of two and all the pitfalls that come
with it. Carissa was on her own rhythm, however. She
was cordial enough on their random outings throughout
the week, but some of her snide remarks and subtle
jokes hinted at an innuendo Tim couldn't comprehend
from a girl so young. Trying to remember how old he
was when he first learned about sex, he found himself
distracted enough that he forgot how to tie his own
necktie. More cobwebs shook out of his head as he
finished up, and headed downstairs for the wedding
rehearsal.
Two glasses of wine, he reminded himself. Get two
glasses of wine in Mary, and she'll be more than
raring to go tonight. Hell, if I play my cards right,
I might even get a blowjob out of this. Tim smiled to
himself as he entered the main hall, brimming with
possibility.
---
Carissa woke early on Thursday morning, yawning and
stretching under the covers. It was dark in their
hotel room, and Ashley was still asleep beside her in
the hotel room bed they'd been sharing all week. It
was crazy to Carissa that Erica's mom wouldn't let
Ashley stay at their house in Erica's room. What sort
of twisted chastity did she think she was enforcing?
Carissa had heard some of Erica's stories of growing
up, including stories of all-girls slumber parties
that turned dirty.
Ashley groaned and rolled over, jabbing her sister
with an elbow as she did. Carissa wondered if her
older sibling was as much of a bed-hog when she slept
with her bride-to-be. Probably.
Fighting over the sheets had been the least
frustrating thing about sharing a bed with Ashley,
though. The week of wedding preparation had given
Carissa approximately zero privacy. For some reason
she'd never been able to enjoy masturbating in the
bathroom, and without any other chance to be alone,
she had now gone five days without an orgasm. She
couldn't remember the last time she'd been so horny.
She slid one hand down between her legs, shuddering
when she realized how wet her hairless pussy was.
Maybe tonight during the rehearsal dinner I'll finally
have a chance to sneak away, she thought.
---
The wedding rehearsal went off without a hitch.
Ashley and Erica were their usual flirty selves while
most of the bridesmaids seemed to have started
celebrating a little bit early. Tim didn't mind
though. The whole week was cause for celebration, and
as long as things didn't get too out of control, he
was happy with it.
As the wedding party wrapped up and everyone walked
over to the dining hall for the rehearsal dinner, Tim
thought about how thankful he was that Ashley and
Erica agreed to have the entire ceremony and reception
at a private estate. It was a beautiful, sprawling
property rife with secluded spots where Tim imagined
he could lure Mary and get her in the mood.
With the rehearsal dinner in full swing, Tim made sure
to pair his glass of whiskey with a glass of white
wine for Mary. Handing her the glass drew a quizzical
eyebrow from his wife, but he did his best to hide his
intentions behind a smile. "It's a celebration,
honey. Don't be such a downer!" Their glasses
clinked together as she took a tentative sip. This
should be a good night for me, Tim thought to himself,
as he gulped down his whiskey.
---
In Carissa's mind the wedding rehearsal was a big
deal. Not as big as the wedding of course, but still –
it was pretty much a mini version of the wedding
followed by a mini reception, right?
Apparently not, she realized. The rehearsal was all
kinds of boring. Her own part in the wedding - as a
junior bridesmaid - was pretty simple. Walk down the
aisle when it was her turn, then stand and stare while
the rest of the ceremony took place. Because there
were more bridesmaids than bridesmen, she wasn't even
getting walked down the aisle by a guy. Not that it
mattered much; of the three guys in the wedding party,
two were married and the third was gay, so her
fantasies of meeting a really hot older guy that way
were dead.
The rehearsal did give her more time to watch people,
though. In particular, she found herself watching Tom
and Mary more, simply because they were sitting (so
lucky; she wished she could sit) right in her line of
sight. Tom looked as bored as she felt, though he put
on a good face of fake enthusiasm when he needed to.
She felt a bit of camaraderie with him, knowing they
were both faking enthusiasm to make their families
happy.
"Okay, is everyone clear on their roles for tomorrow?"
asked the wedding planner as they finished the final
run-through.
"I dunno, I think I might need some more practice
standing still doing nothing," Carissa joked. The
planner gave her an annoyed frown. Most of the group
ignored her, but Cari caught a brief smirk from Tom.
He might be an older man, but for a moment she felt
more connection with him than anyone else in the room.
---
"Easy there, Hon. It could be a long night for us,
and I might need you in tip-top shape."
Startled, Tim looked up from his half-full glass of
whiskey to see Mary's lidded eyes huskily eyeing him,
her hand on his thigh. Upon further inspection, Tim
saw the source of her change in demeanor in the
completely drained glass of wine. A sly grin crawled
across Tim's face as he put two and two together. I
guess she got the hint, he thought to himself as he
placed his hand on top of hers.
"Thanks for looking out for me, Hon." He responded
with a knowing smile. Tim suddenly became aware that
the couple was in a public setting and he should
probably keep his true intentions well-guarded until
they could get some privacy. He quickly scanned the
room to see if anyone had noticed their brief, but
lust-laden interaction. For the most part, the dining
room seemed oblivious to the pair, until he caught
Carissa's eye. As their eyes met, she quickly averted
her gaze, more than giving herself away.
She's just a kid. She doesn't know anything about
what she just saw, Tim brushed it off. He motioned
for the waiter to bring Mary another glass of wine and
ran his finger along the rim of his own drink.
Reflecting back on the rehearsal, he gave more thought
to Carissa. Her snide remarks and sarcasm definitely
drew some ire from the wedding planner, but Tim
appreciated the humor. That, combined with her
demeanor through about the week pointed at something,
but Tim couldn't pin it. There's something more to
this one, he mused. I bet if I bugged Sarah about it,
she'd admit little Carissa's somewhat of a handful.
He caught Carissa's eye again and responded with a
smile before turning back to his wife and her second
glass of wine.
---
After those brief moments of connection during the
rehearsal, Carissa found herself glancing over at Tom
more and more during the dinner that followed. His
brief speech at the start of the dinner was both
touching and funny, and it made her happy to see that
at least one of Erica's parents was happy that she was
marrying Ashley. He even said some nice things about
Carissa and Sarah, too, saying how nice it had been
spending time with them and getting to know Erica's
new family.
Carissa did think it was a little weird when he talked
about looking forward to spending more time with all
of them. After all, they lived a long way away from
each other so that seemed unlikely. Her cynical side
told her that he just wanted more opportunities to
ogle her mom's tits and ass, but for some reason,
instead of just being amused by it, this time there
was something else. Jealousy?
It felt weird to admit it, but Carissa thought Tom was
really handsome, too. He's over four times your age!
she told herself, but somehow that actually made him
hotter.
Carissa put the thought from her mind and tried to
just enjoy the rest of the dinner. During the week,
she'd wished there were others her age to hang out
with, but now it was nice being the youngest in
attendance. Even though she wasn't part of Ashley and
Erica's circle of friends, they'd started treating her
as "one of them" almost, including her in their jokes
and inviting her to dance with them. It was lots of
fun, and it made her feel a lot more grown-up.
A half hour later, the junior bridesmaid had mostly
put the father of the bride out of her mind. That
lasted until she noticed Mary leaning in close to Tim,
and saw the woman's hand slide into her husband's lap.
There was the jealousy again, but now it was much more
concrete.
Seriously, Mary? Why her? She's awful! She doesn't
deserve a man like Tim.
Cari imagined herself in Mary's place, leaning her
small body against Tim's big strong body, her hand in
his lap, feeling the outline of his swelling cock. She
wondered what it looked like, how it would feel in her
hand...how it would feel in her...other places. She
shuddered and her eyes caught Tim's. She quickly
looked away, but she knew he could tell she'd noticed.
Sarah had always encouraged her daughters to explore
and enjoy their sexuality, and as a result Carissa was
much more sexually experienced than most girls her
age. She'd lost her virginity almost a year before,
and the past week was actually the longest she'd gone
without some sort of sexual contact since. Knowing
that even Mary was going to get some action before her
was incredibly frustrating - both sexually and
otherwise.
---
Only one glass in and the wine was working wonders on
Mary. She was more affectionate and more receptive to
Tim's touch as he pressed his hand on the small of her
back, caressed the nape of her neck, and slid his hand
up her thigh. Clinking his glass against her freshly
filled wine glass, Tim tipped the rest of the whiskey
in his gullet as Mary took a generous sip of wine. "To
the happy bride!" He declared.
In a tone betraying her lack of sobriety, Mary leaned
forward, her whispers stumbling into Tim's ear, "And
to the father of the bride." She emphasized her point
by placing her hand squarely on Tim's crotch and
squeezing his half-erect cock. Tim gasped, nearly
spitting out his drink and pulled Mary's hand away as
discreetly as possible. The look in her lidded eyes
was lust and inebriation. Someone's had a bit much to
drink. Better slow her down before she makes a scene.
God I hope no one saw th--
Tim's eyes went wide as he scanned the room again to
see if anyone had see the drunken overture. All quiet
on that front until he saw Cari. He didn't lock eyes
with her gaze; rather he could see what she was
looking at: his wife's hand drunkenly groping for his
semi-hard cock. Without even daring to see where
Cari's eyes went next, he scooped up his wife and
among some exaggerated apologies and ribbing from his
friends, ushered his liquid wife up to their suite.
If I'm quick enough, I can at least fuck her before
she passes out, he thought to himself as he unlocked
the door and escorted Mary to the bed.
---
While she averted her eyes when caught, Carissa
couldn't help herself. She kept picturing Tim sitting
there, his wife covertly massaging his manhood through
his pants. Her mind was tumbling down a deep, dirty
rabbit hole and she wasn't sure what she'd find at the
bottom. When she looked back over to Erica's parents
and found that Mary was being less discrete,
whispering in Tim's ear while groping him, she froze,
staring.
Without realizing she was doing it, Cari took a few
steps to the side, seeking a better angle to watch
what was going on under the parents' table. She
stifled a moan of pleasure, only then noticing that
she'd pressed the fingers of one hand against her
pussy through her skirt. After a guilty glance around
to see if anyone had noticed, she looked down,
surprised to see a damp spot on the front of the skirt
- her pussy was so wet that she'd soaked through her
thong and that one push had been enough to mark the
skirt.
When the couple stood and started saying goodnight to
other guests, Carissa pouted inside. Why am I so
upset? she wondered. I'm not missing anything. It's
not like they were going to do more than that little
groping right here in front of everyone.
But they were going to do more. That much was obvious.
And Carissa desperately wanted to see more. She knew
it was a bad idea, that she was too horny to be
thinking straight, but as Tim and Mary hugged Ashley
and Erica goodnight, she slipped out of a side door
and waited to follow the horny older couple to
whatever dark alcove they ended up in.
---
The final hugs seemed to be taking forever, and
Carissa couldn't help taking advantage of the dark
corner. She leaned back against the wall, pressing her
hand against her mound and sighing in pleasure. Her
fingers worked slowly, pushing slow, rhythmic circles
against her wet pussy through the skirt. The last time
her pussy had been this wet had been - god, she
couldn't remember. The week of pent-up desire pushed
her to cum as fast as possible, but she wanted to
savor this orgasm.
And, the girl admitted to herself, she wanted to cum
while watching Tim thrust his cock into his wife Mary.
Cari had never really been a voyeur at all but the
thought of watching Tim in action was indescribably
hot to her.
A low giggle and moan made Cari freeze in place, and a
moment later she saw the couple come into view. Mary
was leaning hard against her husband, struggling to
stay on her feet. Cari kicked off her shoes so she
could follow silently as they made their way down the
hallway. She'd assumed they would be finding some
nearby dark corner to continue what they'd started in
the dinner hall, but as they made their way up the
main staircase, she realized they were likely just
heading to their bedroom.
Fuck, so much for getting to watch them, Carissa
thought with a frown. Still, maybe she could listen at
the door?
---
Mary sat up on the bed under her own power, but she
was clearly losing a grip on her posture and her
sobriety. Standing before her, Tim removed his coat as
he looked down at his wife. He could barely make out
her slurred attempt at dirty talk, but he didn't care
much as her hands rubbing his fully erect cock through
his pants were enough of a distraction.
As she continued to massage, Tim leaned down and
kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting
the tartness of the wine. She returned the kiss with
some vigor, then broke the union, leaning back,
inviting her husband to taste her. Tim grinned as he
knelt before her, laid back on the bed, legs spread.
Kissing and licking his way up her thighs elicited
moans and mewls of appreciation, and pulling off her
damp panties revealed an equally damp pussy, framed in
a delicate fuzz of pubic hair.
Barely able to contain himself, Tim stuck his hand
down his trousers and began rubbing his cock as he
dove into Mary's wet pussy, reveling in the familiar
taste. Mary's whimpers became moans, that then became
softer and softer. Before long, Tim realized his wife
was now stone silent. Pulling himself up from under
her dress he looked to find his wife completely passed
out--breathing, yes--but completely gone. Tim stood
up, calling out her name, even slapping her face, but
it was no use. The best she could muster was, "sure
Honey, just don't wake me."
Utterly dejected, Tim grabbed her legs and tossed them
on the bed, throwing a blanket over her. He went to
the bathroom to go get himself ready to sleep but it
didn't take. There was too much adrenaline in him.
After thinking a moment, he straightened himself out
and pulled his suit coat back on. The party shouldn't
be over just yet. I can at least go down and drink
myself into a stupor so I won't have to remember this
disaster of a night.
Walking past the bed on his way to the door, Tim could
only feel contempt looking at his unconscious wife.
Fucking bitch was all he could think as he strode
towards the door. He knew it was partly his fault
because of all the wine, but he couldn't help but
direct his anger solely at her. He needed a drink, and
bad. With a huff, he pulled the door open with a jerk
only to be taken aback at the sight before him.
---
Because she had to lag far enough behind to not be
noticed, by the time Carissa reached the door things
were already under way inside. At first she had to
press her ear to the wood to hear anything - just the
soft wet sounds of kissing and the rustling of
clothing being removed. Then Mary began to whimper and
moan. Tim gave a few excited groans but he was mostly
silent, and Cari guessed that he was eating out his
wife.
She leaned back against the door, hand sliding down
the front of her skirt and under her thong. Holy fuck
do I need this! She closed her eyes, imagining that it
was her leaning back on the bed inside as the older
man's expert tongue explored her sweet young folds.
Her fingers, slick with grool, slid back and forth
between labia, sometimes high to rub her clit, other
times low to slip up inside of herself. She really
wished she could hear Tim grunting and groaning more,
but this would have to do. As her fingers worked her
eager pussy more, her thong slid down to her knees.
Carissa was so lost in masturbatory bliss that she
barely noticed when Mary stopped moaning. She didn't
notice Tim's growl of frustration or hear him walking
to the door until it was too late. The door she was
leaning on opened and she lost her balance. She caught
herself before falling into the older man, and her
dress fell back down as her arm flew out from under
it, but it still didn't explain why she'd been leaning
against their door.
"Oh!" she cried out. "I...um..." she scrambled for an
explanation, hoping that in the darkness he wouldn't
notice the wet spot on the crotch of her dress...and
that he wouldn't see her thong around her knees since
he was so much taller than her and her dress partially
covered it.
---
A flurry of thoughts flooded Tim's mind. Cari? What is
she doing here? Was she listening? Did she hear what
happened? Wait... The flush on Cari's face told Tim
more than he needed to know. Quickly his eyes darted
to her hand, glistening with moisture, even in the
dimly lit hallway. As his gaze dropped further, the
ambient light from his open doorway illuminated the
obvious dark spot on the front of her skirt. No, no
no. That can't be right, Tim's mind began to swim. And
then there it was. Yes. It was unmistakable. Even at a
young tender age, Tim knew that smell as he had just
buried his face in it only moments before.
With a growing dread his eyes trailed beyond the hem
of her skirt to see her panties--girls her age wear
thongs already?--bundled about her knees. Cari was
aghast, and Tim could only return the sentiment. He
had experienced far too much in the past 3 minutes:
the lovely anticipation of sex, pure contempt and
sexual frustration at Mary, and now utter shock at the
sight before him. Fearful of embarrassing the poor
girl, Tim tried to play it off. "Oh, Cari, I'm sorry.
I, uh... I was just putting Erica's mom to sleep. She
wasn't um... feeling well."
Tim strained his neck to keep his focus trained
securely on Carissa's eyes. The last thing he needed
was his 12-year old in-law-to-be accusing him of some
ghastly, perverted deed. As deftly as he could, Tim
tried to sidle past the young girl, still in shock,
her breath coming back to her. He under-estimated
himself, however, as the debauched sight in front of
him had an unconscious effect on him. "I'll uh...
I'll... see you downstairs." Brushing past Cari, Tim
was so nervous and out of sorts that he barely
realized his cock had come back to life, the nascent
bulge brushing against the tiny girl's frame.
He strode quickly to the stairway at the end of the
hall, not daring to look back. It was only when he
turned the corner that he realized his tumescent
state, the significant bulge staring back up at him.
Panicked, he turned back to Cari, still standing in
the closed doorway, hoping she didn't notice his
obvious arousal. Tim could've sworn he caught the
faintest hint of a smirk on her face as he made his
way down the stairs. As the volume of the world around
him normalized, his thoughts attempted to straighten
out.
No doubt, she was listening to Mary and me. She
definitely got some sort of idea from watching us at
the dinner. Well she's just a curious girl. That's all
that it was. Nothing more. "Double whiskey. Neat." Tim
heard himself order the stiff drink before he realized
his autopilot had brought him to the bar. His mind
mulled the situation further as he waited for his
drink. My cock only got hard because I was still horny
from almost fucking Mary. That's all that it was. Tim
drained his glass in two large gulps, hoping to burn
the situation out of his mind. He couldn't tell if he
was being logical or merely trying to reason his mind
away from a far more dreadful thought.
---
Carissa was frozen in place as Tim looked her up and
down. She could see the understanding in his eyes as
he realized what she'd been doing. She blushed
brightly. What had she been thinking, sneaking up here
to spy on Ashley's soon-to-be-in-laws? Clearly she
hadn't been thinking - once again, she'd let her
horniness drive her actions.
Luckily, Tim seemed more embarrassed than she was as
he fumbled through some excuses and pushed past her.
As he did, Cari felt it brush against her. She
shuddered a little as he accidentally pressed his cock
against her side, a jolt of excitement spreading
through her body and landing in her warm, wet nethers.
A smirk hit her face as he looked back after passing
her. While she knew that he wasn't actually hard
because of her - it was his wife who had gotten him
all hot and bothered before passing out - part of her
wished he was hard because of her.
Fuck, I wish he was hard for me, she thought. This is
just wrong! He's married and he's four times your age!
yelled back another part of her brain. Oh god it's so
hot that he's married and four times your age, said a
third part of her.
Alone in the hallway, Carissa pulled up her thong and
straightened her dress. He had just told her that he'd
see her downstairs. That had been an invitation,
hadn't it? Sure, he'd been fumbling over his words,
but still... She started back for the hall, then
stopped at the stop of the stairs. Was she really
going to try this? Seriously?
Yes. The girl lifted the sides of her dress, hooked
her thumbs into the thong, and pulled it down to her
ankles. Folded up it was tiny enough to palm easily,
even with her small hands.
The dinner hall was mostly empty when Carissa entered.
Apparently the rest of the wedding party had decided
to move the party elsewhere. She should have been
disappointed at missing out, but instead she was
focused. There he was, sitting at the bar, tossing
back a drink. She padded over in bare feet and hopped
onto the stool next to him just as he ordered another
drink. She immediately waved off the bartender,
telling the man to disregard Tim's last order. The
last thing she wanted was him getting drunk. Tim
turned his head in annoyance, then started when he
realized it was her.
"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. "You said you'd
see me down here. Here I am!"
---
"Well... I meant..." Tim found himself at a loss for
words. “You've got me with that one.” He paused for a
moment, having trouble processing all that had just
happened, and was happening. Reaching for the easiest
way to dismiss her, he added, "should a girl your age
be sitting at a bar?"
Carissa laughed a little at that, then turned to the
bartender. "Hey bartender!" she called, trying to make
her voice husky and low. "I'll have what he's having."
The bartender raised an eyebrow and gave a half-smile,
then turned back to cleaning glasses.
"I think we're safe," said with a smirk.
Even though the bartender had turned back to his task,
Tim still felt the man starting at him out of the
corner of his eye. The last thing he wanted during the
weekend was some lurid gossip spread about him and
distracting from his daughter’s wedding. "Cari, I…” He
sighed. “What are you do-"
"So your wife fell asleep huh?” Cari jumped in,
cutting the older man off mid-sentence. “That must
have been pretty frustrating."
"I really don't think that's any of your business,
Cari." From the steely look in the girl’s eyes,
though, Tim could see that she wasn’t going to relent.
He clenched his jaw.
"Jeez sorry," Cari said with a sarcastic roll of her
eyes. "I was just trying to be friendly, no need to
bite a girl's head off." She stuck her tongue out at
him to emphasize her point.
"Now hold it just a minute there." Tim checked his
tone and eyed the bartender, who was still cleaning
glasses. He wasn’t going to let Cari play completely
innocent. He dropped his voice to a gruff whisper. "Do
you want to tell me why you were snooping at my door?"
Well, I might as well go all-in, thought Cari. She
gave Tim a sly grin, then leaned over to whisper in
his ear. Because she was so much shorter than him,
that required getting a knee under herself on the
stool and bracing herself with a hand on the bar. Once
she was in position, Tim felt her warm breath in his
ear.
"I was hoping to spy on you fucking your wife so I
could get a peek at your cock.” With that, she set
back down, staring straight ahead and holding back her
grin as she waited for him to react.
The combined sensation of the young girl’s breath on
his ear and the lewd words she spoke trapped Tim’s
breath in his throat. He stared down at the wood grain
of the bar, laced with various stains, trying to
maintain his composure. Placing a firm hand on Cari’s
shoulder, he turned her to face him and looked her
squarely in the eye.
"Cari, I don't know what kind of game you think you're
playing, but I can assure you, it's not funny in the
least. If you keep this up, I'll have to let your
mother know how you've been acting."
"Oh, you think telling on me is going to score points
with her or something?" Cari spat nastily. Tim hadn’t
given her at all the response she was looking for, and
the rejection stung. "You want to fuck my mom, don't
you?" Fuck, why did I just say that? She thought. Why
didn't I just stick to my plan of coming on to him?
"Your mo--? Do I? No, that has nothing to do with it,
Cari. Your mom is a nice woman, but I'm married. But
that's beside the point. I'm not your father, but I'm
old enough to be. And you are acting way out of line."
Cari pulled herself under control. "Some guys like
being old enough to be my father," she said with a
wink. She hadn't actually ever been with any guys even
close to Tim’s age, but didn't want him to know that.
It was obvious on his face that even the implication
that the young girl before him wasn’t new to sex was
quite a shock, though.
Tim let out an exasperated breath, partly to calm his
nerves, but mostly to keep his mind from imagining
Carissa’s tight young body writhing underneath his
own.
"Come on, Car. You can drop this now. We both know
you're just trying to play a cruel trick."
He reached over and patted her condescendingly on the
hand. "I know you've been somewhat bored being the
only teenager here at the wedding, but this isn't any
to have fun."
The pat on her hand made Cari remember what was balled
up in her other fist.
"A cruel trick isn't the sort of fun I had in mind,
Mr. Stevens," she whispered, and dropped the tiny
piece of wet fabric onto the bar. "You know what I was
doing when you opened the door. I didn't get to
finish, and I know you didn't either… You should come
to my room. Then we can both finish, together."
It took Tim a beat to realize what the young girl had
placed on the bar. But as her words played in his
head, it dawned on him. He fumbled, gathering the
little ball of fabric in his hand and holding it under
the bar, trying to give it back to her. “Jesus Christ,
Cari! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he growled in
a hushed whisper.
Cari found herself getting a little...nervous?
annoyed? ashamed? Not those...but something. Some
feeling she couldn’t quite describe. She hadn't really
thought past what to do if Tim were so persistent in
his rejection of her. "I bet you can feel on my
underwear what's 'wrong' with me," she offered at
last.
Tim looked down at his hands, massaging the material
between his fingers. The moisture soaking the fabric
was unmistakable. His eyes widened as he stared at his
now-damp fingers, his throat going dry as his cock
hardened. The reality set in.
Carissa took advantage of Tim’s stunned state to slide
her hand into his lap. Still in shock, he could barely
react as she found his cock, feeling it swell both
from her wet though and from her touch. The older man
was frozen beneath her touch for a moment. His breath
came ragged. Panic rising within him, he looked
around, hoping no one could see what was going on.
"I'm not a little girl, Mr. Stevens."
"I... Um..." Tim moved to rip her hand off of his lap,
but paused. He was so desperate for release that he
toyed with the idea of following the young girl down
the deviant hole. She took advantage of the pause to
rub his erection through his pants, her eyes going
wide as she stared into his. A mixture of dread and
arousal washed across his face.
"Oh my god! No wonder Erica is gay!" Cari joked a
little too loudly, then dropped her voice again. "She
must have gotten a glimpse of this monster when she
was little and gotten terrified of cock for life!"
When Tim just stared at her, horrified, she winked.
“Don’t worry. I’m not scared.”
Tim’s mind yelled at him to throw the girl off of him,
while another part of him wanted to throw her on the
bar and take her right there and then. The rational
side won out, and his mind snapped back from the edge.
He reached down, wrenching her hand off of him.
“No, Cari! This is just so wrong. I can’t let you do
this.” He stood up and pushed away from the bar, doing
his best to adjust the bulge in his pants as he did.
When he turned to walk away, he was in such a rush
that he forgot he was still clutching the young girl’s
wet panties in his hand. Across the empty dining room
he fled, bursting out onto the balcony, the cool night
air hitting him like a ton of bricks. There, leaning
against the ledge, is where he remembered what was in
his hand. “Jesus, they’re soaked,” he whispered to
himself. Without any forethought, he brought them to
his face and took in her scent.
Thanks to her bare feet, Carissa didn’t make a sound
as she walked up behind the father of her sister’s
fiance. From her view, he seemed to be leaning on the
rail of the balcony, staring out into the night, and
breathing in the fresh night air. She stepped up right
against him, pressing the side of her body into his.
“Cari! Dammit, you scared me,” he said, moving the
panties away from his face before she looked up.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out,” came the whispered
reply.
"Cari, you can't do this. It isn't right. You need
to stop it."
"Sorry if I was too pushy, but I don't take it back."
Cari turned to face Tim, but he remained staring
straight ahead, refusing to look at her. "I want you,
Mr. Stevens. I want to feel your big cock inside of
me...and that I won't apologize for." She placed a
hand on his arm, trying to get him to look at her. "If
you change your mind...well, you know what room is
mine, right?"
The words, spoken in such a tiny voice, made Tim’s
heart leap out of his chest. He looked down at last,
locking eyes with the girl. There was fire there, but
some sort of tenderness as well - shades of her
mother, he supposed. She turned to leave, and his edge
softened.
"Cari..."
Carissa paused in her steps, but didn’t turn around –
waiting and wondering. She didn’t have to wait long.
“...I can’t.” Tim finished with a sigh, and turned
back to the dark sky as Cari slipped back inside.
---
Tim trudged up the stairs, absent-mindedly walked down
the hallway and made his way into his hotel room,
shutting the door behind him. Leaning against the
closed door, he sighed deeply, still trying to make
sense of what just transpired. Holy shit, what the
fuck just happened?! Please tell me I'm in some sort
of bad dream. He assumed Carissa was a little bit
mischievous but he didn't think she was this bad.
His ruminating was disturbed by Mary's snoring.
Wine's still working, I see. Pushing himself away
from the door, Tim stepped out of his shoes and made
his way to the bathroom to get changed for bed.
Looking himself in the mirror as he undressed, he
thought about the way Cari was so direct and so openly
lustful for him. It was the first time he had been
chased in such a long time, and honestly, it felt
good. Dammit! He cursed himself. This wasn't some
random woman throwing herself at you! This was a 12-
year old girl!
As he tried to clear the thoughts from his head, Tim
removed his coat, only to feel the slightly
imperceptible bulge in his coat pocket. Her panties!
Fuck. He cursed himself again. Ensuring the bathroom
door was indeed locked, Tim took the panties out and
studied them more carefully. Not as soaked as before,
but still quite damp, the flimsy bit of fabric would
leave little to the imagination on whatever girl wore
them. He began to imagine what Cari would look like
in them, and he felt that familiar sensation in his
cock. Fuck it, he reasoned.
Shedding his clothes, he dropped the toilet seat lid
and sat down, his rigid cock in one hand and Cari's
moist thong in the other. He drowned himself in her
pre-pubescent aroma again as he began to stroke his
hard cock, making sure not to moan too loudly. He
ventured a taste with the tip of his tongue and
imagined wrapping her lithe legs around his neck while
he explored her quim with his mouth. His strokes
became faster as he clutched his cock tighter. The
pre-cum that leaked out of the tip of his member
provided ample lubrication for his ministrations. Tim
began to picture Cari's tiny frame sprawled out on a
bed before him as he thrust his thick cock in and out
of her tight pussy; he pictured her tiny mouth gaped
wide as she sucked him down; he imagined her wailing
with pleasure as he filled her tiny little asshole.
Tim caught his breath as he came powerfully, his seed
spraying onto his stomach, his chest, neck, and
shoulders, among other various parts of the bathroom.
Wave after wave of orgasm rushed through him as his
hard cock spasmed with each spurt. He even surprised
himself with how much he had just cum. He must have
been pent up or Cari just had that sort of effect on
him. Before stepping into the shower to clean himself
off, Tim folded Cari's panties and tucked them back
into his coat pocket. As the warm water cascaded down
his body, he anchored himself to one thought: Just
get through the weekend and she'll be flying home
right after that. Avoid her for that long and you'll
never have to see her again.
---
Carissa stretched and yawned, looking around her small
bedroom. The estate was incredibly nice - instead of
normal hotel rooms, all of the suites were more like
normal bedrooms, well furnished - so even her small
room felt lavish. She had no idea when she'd finally
fallen asleep, but she'd tried to wait up for a while,
hoping against hope that the handsome man down the
hall would give her what she so desperately wanted.
Closing her eyes, Cari let herself imagine again what
it would be like. The night before she hadn't let
herself masturbate even though it was her first
private moment all week; she wanted to save all of her
sexual excitement and energy just in case Tim joined
her after all. Now, though, her fingers slipped down
to her already-moist twat, picking up where she'd left
off outside of his bedroom. She pressed her fingers up
into herself, trying to picture the cock that she'd
felt through his pants pressing against her spread
cuntlips.
A knock on the door interrupted her, and she roared in
frustration.
The rest of the morning was enough of a whirlwind that
Carissa was able to forget about the previous night's
disappointment. Breakfast with the wedding party was
followed by hours of preparation. Once her own hair
and makeup were done, she ended up running errands all
over the building, picking up forgotten items for the
rest of the bridesmaids and delivering notes back and
forth between the two bridal chambers. Only Erica was
going to be in the big white dress and get walked down
the aisle; since Ashley's dad wasn't around to do the
same for her, she decided to be the "guy" and stand up
front. Still, Cari thought her sister looked
completely radiant as they walked through the back
hallways of the estate towards the chapel.
---
To say that Tim woke up in a daze the following
morning was an understatement. To say that he was
blind-sided by last night's events was an even bigger
understatement. Tim slept like a rock, and getting
himself out of bed was like moving a boulder. With a
groan, he rolled onto his side and checked the time on
his watch, sitting on the side table: 9:44AM. Nearly
everyone that had something to do with the wedding
would be busy with last-minute details. He had the
fortune of not having too much responsibility besides
putting on his tux and walking Erica down the aisle.
A note next to his watch told him that Mary would be
getting her hair and makeup done all day with Erica.
Nothing more. No apology for giving me the worst
blue balls I've ever had? Tim could only sigh. In
all likelihood Mary probably didn't even remember much
of last night. He did his best to rinse the previous
night from his mind with a splash of water to the
face. It helped somewhat. He splashed another douse,
hoping his thoughts of Cari would follow his thoughts
of Mary down the sink drain. Not a chance.
If anything, his efforts to expunge the 12-year old
from his memory only made his feelings--he prayed they
weren't cravings--more intense. The sight of her tiny
fingers, wet with her own pussy juices, the damp spot
on her skirt. The feeling of her breath as she
whispered in his ear. The spark in her eyes as she
goaded him. The feeling of her tiny hand rubbing his
thick shaft through his slacks. The feeling of her
soaked panties in his hands. The smell and taste of
her cunt as he came to thoughts of fucking her tight,
little body. Tim felt a familiar stirring in his
boxers. His attempt to shower away the thoughts was
feeble at best. It took some self-control to keep from
stroking his cock while he bathed. He needed a
distraction. It was too early in the day for a drink,
so coffee would have to suffice.
The coffee room service brought helped him tidy his
thoughts up, if only for a brief moment. He picked at
the brunch plate that came with coffee, but his
appetite was scant at best. Tim flipped through the TV
channels and skimmed the day's paper to distract
himself, but mostly he knew he was doing anything he
could to stay in his hotel room. He wouldn't dare walk
around the estate for fear of running into Cari, or
worse, being caught alone with her. Heaven only knows
what she's capable of with a full night's sleep.
Thankfully, salvation came in the form of a phone call
from Mary. Gone was the half-inebriated, lust-filled
siren that was his wife from the rehearsal dinner. On
the other side of the line was the Mary he'd known for
his entire life: calm, cool, reserved. "Hey Hon, we're
getting finished up here. You should probably start
getting your tux on and meet us down here, kay?"
**click** Tim pushed back any resentment he could
imagine and was more relieved that he was moving one
step closer to getting this weekend over with.
He double-checked his bowtie in the room's mirror by
the door one last time, making sure it was
straightened out properly. He took a step back and
surveyed himself in the full-length mirror. Not bad,
Mr. Stevens, not bad. He mused to himself. Although...
He darted back into the closet and searched for the
handkerchief from the coat he wore last night. The
linen accoutrement would be a nice accent to the rest
of his outfit. As he rummaged blindly through the wool
pockets of the coat, his hands happened across an
alien texture that took him a pause to recollect. But
he instantly recognized it. Slowly he pulled out
Cari's thong, still folded discreetly but now dry of
the young girl's arousal from the previous evening.
Tim turned the delicate fabric over in his hands,
recalling what happened and what could have happened
last night. No. I can't do this. I'll have to find a
waste basket to dump them in before the ceremony.
Without giving it a second thought, Tim stuffed the
tiny bundle in his tuxedo pocket and left the hotel
room for the chapel, completely forgetting the
handkerchief he had originally sought.
---
"Oh, bullshit. You weren't even there. You'd already
dragged Erica's cousin back to your room at that
point."
"Not true!"
"You're denying it? Our rooms are next door to each
other and I fucking heard you begging him to cum in
your asshole, Donna."
"Gross!" Ashley interjected, making a disgusted face.
"Jeez, girls, aren't you supposed to be pumping me up
for my wedding right now instead of talking about
cocks and cum?"
"You're absolutely gorgeous and Erica is going to trip
over herself running down the aisle to be your wife,"
deadpanned Morgan, one of the bridesmaids, before
turning back to the original conversation. "What was
his name again?"
"I...have no idea."
"And you let him cum in your ass?!" gasped a third
bridesmaid.
"Donna, honey, we need to talk," said Josh, the lone
bridesman in the group.
"Oh, shut up, Josh," Donna shot back with an amused
smile. "Like you're one to talk. How many guys you
didn't know the names of have you let cum in your ass
over the years? Hell, how many during sophomore year
alone? I've never seen a gay guy explode out of the
closet like that in my life."
"I've never done that!" Josh said defensively. When
the group of women all turned to stare at him
skeptically, he added with a whisper, "...I'm...very
good with names."
The group of women burst out laughing, and Carissa
couldn't help but join in. She stood just outside the
circle of old friends, smiling as she watched them
interact. They teased each other mercilessly but it
seemed that whoever was being picked on at a given
moment was happy to be laughed at, and to laugh at him
or herself. She wondered if she would ever have a
group of friends as close as Ashley and Erica's.
The conversation was also an acute reminder of the
fact that Carissa hadn't gotten laid the night before.
Up until this moment, she'd been so completely in the
wedding preparation mindset that she'd been able to
ignore how horny she was. Now, images of Erica's
cousin - Cari didn't know his name, either - fucking
Donna flooded her mind. They were quickly replaced by
thoughts of Tim, though. Erica's cousin was good-
looking, but Tim was just so handsome. And well-
endowed. And yes, the young girl had to admit to
herself, the fact that it would be so wrong to fuck
him also played a role in how badly she wanted to wrap
her legs around his hips and slide down onto him.
"Okay, ladies and gentleman, time to say goodbye to
the this bride and line up with the other," said one
of the estate's wedding assistants, interrupting
Cari's thoughts.
After a series of quick hugs and kisses, Ashley headed
in through the back entrance and the rest of the group
walked together to meet up with Erica's entourage.
When Cari saw Erica's dad standing next to her,
beaming proudly at his only daughter, her legs went to
jelly and she almost tripped. If he had been handsome
the night before, he was a stone-cold fox now in his
tuxedo. Broad shoulders, strong jawline, warm smile,
cool eyes... Cari caught herself not breathing and had
to remind herself to do so. Her resolve returned,
full-force. She wasn't giving up yet.
---
Erica. Erica. Today is all about Erica. Put everything
else out of your mind, Tim. It's all for HER. Tim
caught himself mouthing his daughter's name in a sort
of mantra as he strode cautiously through the halls of
the estate's first floor. The absolute last thing he
needed right now was to run into Cari on what was
supposed to be Erica and Ashley's biggest day. He just
really wanted everything to go as smoothly as
possible. His reverie was interrupted by his wife,
Mary, standing at the door to the bride's room with a
glowing smile. He greeted her with a kiss to the
cheek. He breathed her in, a familiar scent that was
vaguely vanilla and some sort of flower he could never
pin was calming to his frazzled nerves.
Mary seemed to sense how troubled Tim's mind was.
Little did she know...
"Look, Tim... about last night--" she started until he
cut her off with a quiet gesture.
"Don't sweat it, honey. It's not a big deal. How about
we just focus on getting our girl down the aisle,
hmm?" The tenderness in his eyes was met with a
sincerity in her expression as she embraced him again.
"Go look at our daughter, Tim," was all she could
reply as she turned the doorknob for him. Slowly
peeking his head into the doorway, Tim could smell the
remnants of the day's preparations: hairspray, coffee,
perfume, some last minute snacks to weigh down the
nerves. Then he saw her. She was only the second
person in Tim's life who had stunned him by wearing a
wedding dress. Erica was a vision in white: The dress
seemed to have been made specifically for her and the
white of the gown perfectly set off her sun-kissed
complexion.
Rather than the usual quips he was wont to do, Tim
could only muster, "Hey beautiful." His daughter
turned at the sound of his voice and sailed into his
arms, choking back tears, lest the hour-long make up
session be marred. "You look... amazing, Erica." He
held her at arms length and took a long look at his
daughter again. "This Ashley chick sure is one lucky
gal." Erica could only giggle. "Well, you ready for
this?"
"I should be asking you the same thing!" Erica jested
as he led her out into the hallway to join Mary. "You
two are losing your only child! What will the two of
you do with yourselves?" Mary picked up on the
conversation and gave her daughter and husband a
smile.
"Oh, we'll figure something out. It's not like you
want to live up in the cold Northwest anyways. The
weather down here is much nicer, and you know it."
Tim joined in as the trio made their way to the small
hallway leading to the foyer where the ceremony was
taking place. "I give it about one year before you and
Ashley are begging us to help you find a place down
here." He drew a swift elbow to the ribs from his
daughter.
"Oh stop it, you, or I'll have to find some other old-
fogey to walk me down the aisle."
"Three minutes guys. You look beautiful Erica! When
the rest of the party has made it to the altar, I'll
come back and signal you. Come on, mom. It's time to
find your seat" One of the assistants poked her head
in the small chamber, the sound of commotion filling
in behind her. As they entered the foyer, the
commotion fell dead silent. All of the eyes of the
bridal party were on Erica and Tim. All that could be
heard were some hushed "oohs" and "awws." Tim scanned
the tiny room quickly and spotted Cari eyeing him with
a hungry look. His mind immediately flashed back on
the previous night's encounter and he had to fight his
psyche from lingering on any obscene thoughts of the
young girl.
"Well," Tim mused as he turned quickly away from the
crowd, looking his daughter in the eyes, "here we go.
Tell you what. I'll try not to trip on the way down
the aisle, if you try not to cry before we reach the
front. Deal?" Before Erica could respond, an organ
sounded in the far room. As everyone turned to line up
for the procession, Tim managed to get a last glimpse
of Cari: Her body was still clearly under-developed,
slim and tight, her dress giving away nothing more.
But to Tim, just knowing how filthy the tiny girl's
mind was, added to the taboo of the entire situation.
Her nasty mouth that spilled those nasty words made
her so incredibly appealing to Tim in the most
animalistic way. She didn't quite have a seductive
sway to her hips as she walked off, but there was
enough there that Tim knew she was trying to send him
a message. Trouble. The only word that came to Tim's
mind.
"Deal." Tim looked to his daughter, with a slight
confusion. He'd been so caught up in his perverted
fantasy he nearly forgot why he was standing there. He
immediately remembered and shot his daughter a wry
smile. She shot back a playful grin. "Get your game
face on, Stevens. We're playing for keeps here." The
organ faded out as a familiar tune began to wind up.
---
Cari made her way to near the back of the assembled
group. Since she was only a junior bridesmaid, she was
one of the last of the bridal party to enter. After
her and her escort, it was just the ring bearer,
flower girls, and then Erica and Tim. As she
approached the bride and the father-of-the-bride, she
focused on the kids, avoiding Tim's eyes. She turned
and took the other junior bridesmaid's arm, aware of
the man's gaze on her body.
Was it a hungry gaze? A guilty gaze? She wasn't sure.
Even though there was nothing wrong with her sandals,
Carissa bent over, pretending to adjust the thin
straps. The move drew Tim's gaze directly to her
backside, where the dress pulled tightly against her
ass and hips. The thin fabric didn't hide much, and it
was obvious to anyone who knew what to look for that
the 12-year-old wasn't wearing anything under the
dress. The older man gasped at the realization,
suddenly remembering the flimsy thong in his pocket,
and the memory of her scent came back. One hand went
into his pocket, holding down his erection, while his
only daughter clung to other elbow.
Being part of her sister's wedding had seemed like
such a big deal, but in the end her part was pretty
simple. Walk down the aisle, turn and go to the end of
Ashley's line of attendants. Rather than standing with
the rest of the party, the decision had been made for
Carissa and her counterpart to sit on the steps of the
stage. Cari thought this was a weird decision; it
meant she had to sit down while the younger kids
walked down the aisle, then stand up almost
immediately for Erica's procession, then sit again,
then stand again - a lot of unnecessary up and down in
her opinion.
As Erica and Tim made their way down the aisle,
Carissa found herself irrationally jealous. Why was he
looking at her so lovingly and with such adoration?
Why did he hug her and kiss her so tenderly?
Because he's her goddamn father you idiot, she told
herself, shaking those thoughts away. Stop being so
stupid.
As he moved to the opposite side of the chapel and
took his seat in the front row next to Mary, though,
Tim shot a brief glance at Carissa. She had already
been smiling broadly - her cheeks were going to hurt
from too much smiling by the time this weekend was
over - but when he looked at her, she brightened even
more and gave him a quick wink. He closed his eyes,
then looked down.
So, guilty. Okay. I can work with that. After all, for
him to feel guilty, he has to have some thoughts to be
guilty about.
In her seated position, Carissa's body was pointed
straight at Erica's parents. For the most part, she
kept her face turned to watch Ashley and Erica as they
went through the rituals they'd chosen for the start
of their marriage, but couldn't help sneak occasional
glances over at the handsome father-of-the-bride.
Eventually, those glances became longer looks, and
halfway through the ceremony she found herself just
staring straight at him the entire time. It didn't
take him long to realize it, either, and each time he
glanced at her he looked more guilty and uncomfortable
- but his glances were becoming more frequent anyway.
On one glance, Cari winked and licked her lips
sensuously.
On the next, she closed her eyes and made a silent
moaning face.
His glances became longer, lingering looks, and the
guilty look became one of excitement and desire. The
next time he looked, one hand was on a breast,
squeezing and pinching the nipple to firmness. As he
stared, she slipped it under the v-neck top of her
dress, her hand against her bare flesh, massaging her
small tit. Tim looked around the chapel in a mild
panic, but it seemed nobody noticed - all eyes were on
the happy couple at the center of the stage. Nobody
was paying attention to the young girl who sat on the
edge of the stage, playing with herself.
When he looked back again, his heart skipped a beat.
Cari had pulled aside the top of her dress slightly so
her right boob was visible to him. The other hand was
in her lap, where she pressed it into her crotch,
making that same moaning face again. Tim readjusted
himself, one hand in his lap holding his erection in
place, the other holding the wedding program over his
lap to hide the tiny bit of rubbing he was doing. With
a smoldering look, the young girl spread her knees,
the hem of her dress riding up slowly. At such a
distance it wasn't a great look, but there it was: her
bare, smooth pussy.
---
Cari's heart raced as she boldly showed off for the
target of her youthful lust. Part of her wished
someone would notice her, but no - she only wanted him
to see (and she certainly didn't want to ruin her
sister's big day by stealing any attention). As she
parted her knees and saw Tim's eyes lock on her wet
pussy, she noticed his face go blank. He reached into
his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his
sweating brow.
Then, he made a confused look, sniffing the air. In a
mild panic, he looked down at the fabric in his hand
and his eyes went wide. Carissa recognized it, then.
It wasn't a handkerchief - it was the tiny purple
thong she'd slipped into his pocket the night before.
She stifled a laugh and grinned devilishly as he
pocketed the garment.
---
There was no doubt about it: Cari--young, vibrant,
mischievous, 12-year old Cari--wasn't wearing a thread
of underwear under her bridesmaid's dress. And she
made damn sure that Tim knew it. She knew that the
second she bent over in front of him, his hungry eyes
would devour her tight ass cheeks, the flimsy dress
material blatantly displaying her posterior sans
telltale panty-lines. He did his best to stifle a
gasp but a glance back from Cari let him know that her
flirt had the intended effect. Dear lord, just let me
get through this.
Tim made it down the aisle and served his fatherly
duties of handing his daughter over to Ashley, with
the young siren sitting obediently on the altar steps.
He did his best to avoid eye contact with her as he
took his seat next to Mary, but she clearly had other
ideas. With her sitting so close to him, it was
impossible to ignore her subtle actions directly
clearly at him. The furtive glances, the silent
moans, the lust-filled eyes. Fuck, this girl is
trouble, Tim thought to himself, barely paying
attention to the fanfare taking place on the altar.
He nearly exclaimed in absolute shock as Cari reached
down and began to caress her young, tender breasts
through her dress. Her pert nipple strained clearly
through the satin material, but the girl was
undeterred. She reached into her gown and openly
massaged her budding tit in full view of Tim. Tim
looked around in a panic to see if anyone else was
witnessing the obscene gestures--thankfully no one saw
what she was doing or whom she was directing her
affections to. But when he looked back to the young
ball of fire Tim was sent over the edge.
With one hand on her now-exposed breast, Cari had the
other pressed firmly into her dress, rubbing her
pussy. Her face was lost in wanton lust, and Tim knew
it was for him... all for him. Without realizing what
he was doing, Tim's hand found its way in the pocket
of his tuxedo pants, subtly rubbing his growing
erection while he covered the large bulge with the
wedding program. Tim was on the verge of something
critical and Cari knew it. The devilish glint in her
eye seemed to explode and Tim's eyes grew wide as he
realized what she was getting at.
Cari's legs slowly spread, the hem of her dress riding
up, and there it was in plain view for Tim to see: her
bare, smooth, prepubescent pussy, glistening with her
arousal. His mouth was agape and he drew his eyes up
attempting to lock eyes with her--to confirm that she
was indeed ready to go down this dark road with him—
but her eyes were lidded and focused on the apparent
bulge in his pants.
A flash of sweat sprouted on Tim's brow. He reached
into his coat pocket to pull out his handkerchief as
he looked around the chapel again to make sure his
motives were still covert. As he dabbed the moisture
from his forehead, a familiar smell struck him. It
took a beat to recognize it, but it was unmistakable.
With dread he refocused his eyes on his
"handkerchief." Shit! It was Cari's purple thong
from the night before. Tim stuffed the bundle back
into his pocket and attempted to catch his breath.
Looking back up, what Tim saw would normally have set
him into a rage--he never took lightly to mockery,
even if it was from a 12-year old. Cari was sporting
a grin of pure evil, stifling a laugh at Tim's obvious
predicament. She had delighted in his discomfort.
There was no rage in Tim though. Not this time. He
set his jaw and returned her gaze with a fire in his
eyes she had yet to witness. And she knew. He wanted
her.
---
As hard as she had been trying and as obvious as she'd
been, Cari was still surprised when she saw that look
on Tim's face. Seriously? She froze in place, knees
still apart, bare twat on display, and raised a
questioning eyebrow. Tim looked around briefly, then
gave her the slightest nod. Oh my god oh my god! She
beamed brightly, and in her horniness forgot where she
was. Her hand slid down her thigh, reaching for her
tender pussy which ached to be touched.
Tim's eyes went wide again, but this time with panic
instead of excitement. He shook his head, giving her a
quick gesture to calm down and close her legs. The
young girl blushed, remembering where she was, and
smoothly recomposed herself. With a final wink at the
handsome father-of-the-bride, she shifted to the side
and listened as the final pronouncement was made. Her
sister Ashley held her new bride in a tight embrace,
and the audience cheered.
For the rest of the ceremony, Carissa avoided looking
at the handsome man in the front row. Part of her was
nervous that he would change his mind. Did he just nod
at me to get me to stop flashing him? That worry
followed her all the way down the aisle and into her
spot in the receiving line. Tim and Mary followed
shortly behind, and when reached the line, Tim broke
away to slip behind the women and men already lined up
there. For a panicked moment, Cari thought the move –
done under the false pretense of going to ask one of
the ushers a question - was made so Tim could avoid
her.
But no. Not at all. As he passed her, one strong hand
landed firmly on her shoulder, and for a brief moment,
he pressed himself into her backside. Because he was
so much taller than she, the large bulge at his crotch
pressed against her back instead of her ass, but the
message was still clear. Without moving her head
Carissa reached back, her hand landing on his cock.
Tim inhaled sharply as she squeezed the outline of his
manhood, then he continued on down the line.
---
Tim remembered that sensation. The feeling of Cari's
tiny, delicate fingers wrapping around his engorged
cock through his slacks felt just like it did last
night, only the absolute dread he felt then had
completely dissolved. He didn't want it last night.
Today, he craved it. He craved her. The feeling of
her gripping his cock only drove his arousal further.
It was all he could do to keep moving down the
receiving line without bending her over and taking her
right there in front of everyone else, morals be
damned.
But he clenched his jaw, took in a quick breath and
proceeded down the receiving line. He had only to
find an opportunity to be alone with thing young
siren. While absent-mindedly shaking hands and cheek-
kissing the throng of wedding guests, Tim's mind
wandered all over the estate's massive grounds,
imagining different places where Cari and he could be
alone to engage in whatever depraved thoughts came to
mind. Once or twice he had to shake the thoughts
physically out of his head to ensure the bulge in his
pants was no more apparent than it already was. Thank
goodness for black tuxes.
Everyone began to head to the reception hall. He
stopped by the bar and grabbed a whiskey on the way.
His nursing sips would resolve any doubts he had about
Cari, but even then, he couldn't deny himself. Taking
a seat at the family table next to Mary, he eyed
Carissa walking up and sitting on his other side,
while her mother sat next to her. This will be
trouble, Tim mused as Cari gave him a devilish grin.
Her eyes motioned down and his gaze trailed down her
dress to the hem, which had been considerably pulled
up, revealing her supple thighs. We haven't even
gotten salad and all I want to do is fuck this little
girl senseless. He leaned in to speak to her, but loud
enough that her mother and his wife wouldn't get any
strange suspicions.
"Good job at the ceremony, Cari. I was almost worried
you'd have some trouble walking, sitting, standing,
and walking back down the aisle." He accentuated his
wry quip with a subtle wink. She retorted with a
wrinkled nose and pointed her tongue out at him.
Seemingly reading his filthy mind, the tip of her
tongue traced her already-wet lips before sliding back
into her hungry mouth. To outward appearances his
response was a playful smile. But Carissa knew that
his smile alluded to something more devious she was
likely to encounter before the night was over.
---
Carissa hadn't known ahead of time how lucky she
really was. When she walked up to the family table and
saw that her assigned seat was right next to Tim's, it
felt like the universe was smiling down on her.
Apparently god knows how badly I need his fat cock
inside of me, she mused. When he teased her, covertly
alluding to her illicit display during the ceremony,
she found herself blushing even as she stuck out her
tongue at him.
"Oh, Tim, don't tease the poor girl," Mary chided him
gently.
"Yeah, Mr Stevens, don't be a tease!" Cari said, a
small hand reaching under the table to stroke the older man's thigh.
"You'll have to forgive my husband," Mrs. Stevens said
to Carissa. "I've never understood his sense of
humor."
"That's okay, I don't mind him giving me a hard time,"
Cari replied. Her eyes were locked on Mary's, but her
hand was roaming, and she gave Tim's bulge a less-
than-gentle squeeze as she said the word hard. "In
fact, I sort of like it. It makes me feel like we're
really a family." Mary smiled appreciatively, and
Carissa turned to Tim, that fiery look back in her
eyes. "Feel free to give me all you've got."
---
As Cari squeezed his cock right under everyone's
collective nose, Tim did his best to suppress lust-
laden growl. It was only a matter of time before the
pair found some time for all means of debauchery, and
he could tell from her vice grip that the minutes
wouldn't pass by quickly or easily enough. He deftly
rested his hand on top of hers and encouraged her grip
on his hard bulge, letting her know that he was quite
game for whatever happened tonight.
Through the rest of the courses, Tim and Carissa were
like swans to the rest of the table: cordial and
pleasant on top while just below the surface their
hands were nearly wrestling with one another. Under
the guise of Cari's napkin, Tim was able to rub and
knead the supple flesh of her thighs, his fingertips
just slightly grazing the moisture of her pussy lips.
She cooed at this. Her retort was made when her tiny
fingers found their way into his zipper, and tracing
her nails along his turgid prick. The sensation sent
chills right through him.
When it was time for the father/daughter dance, Tim
cautiously rose from the table, making sure to keep as
much modesty as the bulge in his slacks would allow.
He caught Cari's eye as he rose and her lip bite was
unmistakable. The young girl was absolutely ripe for
him and he couldn't wait to feel her tight, wet cunt
wrapped around his hardness. He paid his daughter the
customary lip service as they danced--how beautiful
she was, how beautiful the ceremony was, how happy he
was--all while making certain to keep enough distance
that she wouldn't feel the erection straining against
his zipper. Erica laid her head on his shoulder to
oohs and aahs of the crowd, and over her shoulder, Tim
spotted Cari, lips parted in a visible moan, and her
legs parted enough to remind him of what the night had
in store for him. One of her hands had pressed her
dress into her wet slit just like she had done during
the ceremony and Tim could only return a knowing smile
before spinning his daughter one last time.
The song ended to the applause of the crowd and Tim
kissed Erica on the cheek before handing her off to
Ashley. Back at the table, Mary had wandered off to
gossip with some old friends and Sarah complimented
Tim on his dance moves.
"Not bad for an old-timer" she mused with a wink.
Little did she know that his hand had quickly found
its way back to her young daughter's thigh, sliding
perilously close to her young sex. He swiped his
finger across her wet labia to accentuate himself:
"Heh, well I may be old, but I've still got some moves
left in these bones." The tip of his finger traced up
and down the length of her smooth cunt, melting her in
his hand. He looked over to her and she seemed to be
lost in lust. Not wanting to tip his hat too much, he
withdrew his finger from her precipice and brought her
back from the edge, taking her hand in his above the
table. "What do you say, Cari? Want to help me show
your mom what kind of moves I've got?
---
It took Cari a moment to recover from the edge of
bliss. "What kind of moves you have, huh? I just hope
you can keep up with me!" she said at last, winking
and squeezing his hand.
Sarah shot Tim a playful smile, appreciative of how
kind he was with her daughter. It made his cock twitch
to know that she had no idea what his motives really
were. As the pair made their way across the dance
floor, the older man twirled the young girl before
pulling her into him, his thick bulge pressing against
her tiny frame.
Cari was already dripping wet from the way Tim’s hands
had explored her eager folds minutes before, and her
excitement for him threw off her coordination. She
stepped back, trying to dance but instead stumbled and
fell against his body.
“Mr Stevens?” she asked, certain nobody could hear her
over the music. “I cannot remember the last time I was
this horny.
The lewd words encased in such a tiny voice drove Tim
insane. He looked over to smile at her mother as he
drew Cari close again, making sure to keep his hands
at a respectable level.
"Well if you're so horny, Cari, maybe I can help you
do something about that. That is if you don't think
I'm too old for you..."
With those words, he stepped back, body moving in time
to the music. His dance moves were impressive,
providing a powerful counterpoint to the idea of his
being “too old.” Cari joined in, dancing with him, and
the two bodies moved back and forth in a rhythmic
swirl - sometimes pressed together, sometimes pulled
apart. Hands briefly caressed arms, thighs, and
buttocks before being drawn away.
The song changed, and without a second thought Cari
wrapped her arms around Tim’s shoulders, pulling
herself up off the ground. Tim quickly moved to help
support her, hands first finding her waist, then
moving to her firm asscheeks. Her thighs slid over the
man’s hips, dress riding up and bunching just under
her ass. Tim could smell her young, wet pussy as it
pressed against his throbbing cock through his pants.
The adult half of the duo looked around to make sure
there was enough of a crowd to keep them somewhat
concealed from plain view, while his less mature
counterpart ignored any such risk. His attention was
still on her, though, hands sliding under her ass to
find the wet lips of her pussy, dripping with want.
The slit radiated heat and lust onto his clothed dick.
"Tell me what you want, Cari,” Tim growled, eyes
locked onto hers again.
In answer, the young girl rocked her hips, alternating
between pressing her hard clit against his cock, then
back towards the tips of his fingers.
"Ffffffuuuuccckkk," she moaned, burying her face in
his shoulder. "I just want to see it, Mr Stevens."
"No you don't,” he replied firm and confident.
"Okay that's a lie. I want to hold you and taste you
and feel you inside of me." Cari couldn’t help but
wriggle in his arms at the delicious desire. "But oh
god I just need you to fuck me so bad. Please, please,
will you fuck me? I need you inside of me." She began
to grow frantic as she ground into him more.
Tim set Cari down on the ground with a growl, noting
the large wet spot on the front of his pants where her
pussy had been pressed. She stumbled on wobbly legs,
but he grabbed her arm to steady her. Once he was sure
she was stable, he released.
"There's a stairway that leads off from that balcony
over there. Meet me at the bottom in five minutes."
With that, he turned abruptly and headed back towards
where Mary sat. With a flimsy excuse about an upset
stomach and a promise to try to make it back, he
slipped away. The cluster of the crowd was stifling,
but through them was the balcony, where fresh air
filled his lungs as he stole away down the stairs to
the secluded area below.
The landing below was shrouded in the balcony’s
shadow, save for a small lamp standing next to a
bench. The din from the reception hall was noticeably
close but still seemed faint - the thick stonework did
a good job damping noise.
The sexy little sprite materialized from the shadows,
crashing into Tim’s midsection. One leg up on the
bench, she pressed into him awkwardly, her hands
rubbing across his broad chest.
"I am gonna fuck you So. Goddamn. Hard."
Hearing a girl Cari’s age being so frank was still a
shock to Tim, even after all they’d done. It didn’t
make him pause, though. He grabbed her lithe body and
flipped her over the bench, turning her so she was
straddling him with her wet cunt pressed firmly
against his hardness.
"We'll see who fucks who." His lips found hers,
kissing passionately as his bulge pressed against her
exposed preteen pussy. His large tongue teased and
danced with her delicate one in her mouth, much the
way their bodies had upstairs. Hands explored her
tight frame, tweaking her perky nipples through and
under her dress, kneading the flesh of her ass, and
grasping the back of her neck with lust.
Meanwhile, nimble fingers worked deftly, and with
practiced ease Cari undid the man’s belt and pulled it
free. She lifted herself up on her knees just enough
to undo and unzip his pants, tiny hands reaching
inside to squeeze his rock-hard cock, throbbing and
hot with flow.
When his cock sprung free inches from her sex, Tim
moaned into Cari’s mouth. His forehead pressed
against hers, eyes locked in her animal gaze, hands
firmly on her hips, he lowered her down until the tip
of his cock mingled among her smooth wet lips.
The precum from Tim’s cock mixed with Carissa’s juices
as she rotated her hips, moist cuntlips kissing his
cockhead. With each rotation she lowered herself a
barely-perceptible amount, lips swallowing the smooth
tip a millimeter at a time. It took all of her self-
control to not just slam herself down into his lap,
take his fat dick inside her twat, and ride him hard.
Patience.
Nipping at her lips with his teeth, Tim kept constant
pressure on her hips with his hands until he could
feel half of his cockhead nestled at in her entrance.
Cari switched from rotating to rocking back and forth,
then. Her dress had ridden all the way up to her belly
button in front, while in the rear it was just above
her little bare ass and the big, strong hands that
held it.
With each rock, the tip of the cock slipped back and
forth on the doorstep of her young desire.
Consumed by lust, Tim could barely control himself,
and Cari could tell. He pressed his lips on her neck,
biting and licking the tender flesh.
"How much do you want me, Mr Stevens?"
"You know damn well how much I want you, Cari,” Tim
groaned. “And I’m going to fucking take you.”
Clutching her ass cheeks tightly, he began to push
down while squeezing his own hips. His swollen head
slid into her tight, wet sex, the pair moaning deeply
the entire way.
"Oh my goooodd!" Cari squealed as she slid down onto
Tim’s dick. "Your cock is AmmmaaaaaAAAAaaaaAAAaaaa..."
The little nymph never finished the word “amazing” –
it just dissolved into a sustained moan as she began
riding her adult lover, whose mouth hung agape as her
tightness enveloped him. Her tiny preteen pussy
swallowed his cock eagerly, and Tim stared down at
where his thick shaft disappeared into her body. Even
with the evidence inches from his eyes he could
scarcely believe that his cock was buried in a tight
12-year-old cunt that stretched to accept his grown-
man’s size.
Cari looked down to where his eyes were staring, and
she made a crazy grin. My own sister’s new father-in-
law is fucking me!
As he bottomed out in her cunt, Tim reveled in the
fact that his cock was balls-deep in his daughter-in-
law’s 12-year-old sister.
"What do you think of my little 12-year-old cunt?”
Cari quipped, then groaned a “Unnnghhh yessss!" which
gave away what she thought of his big 48-year-old
dick.
In response, Tim lifted up Cari’s tiny body until just
the head of his cock was inside of her, a throating
“fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” passing his lips.
Small hands found his waistband, and he understood
immediately what the little minx was trying to do. He
stood, lifting the pair up off the bench just long
enough for his pants to be tugged awkwardly down to
his thighs. When he plopped back down onto the seat,
his throbbing member was driven back into her small
body.
Tim groaned again as Cari’s cunt clenched around him,
then lifted her up again and pressed her back down
onto his dick. He loved how easily he could toss
around her tiny body.
With another small gesture - this time a gentle push
on the shoulder - Cari communicated wordlessly her
desire. Tim kicked off one shoe, pulled that leg free
of his pants, and turned his body, laying down on the
bench with one leg on either side of it. The cool,
smooth stone on his skin from below and the hot,
smooth flesh on his skin from above made an intensely
pleasurable combination.
Of course, this was nothing compared to the pleasure
of Cari flexing herself around his huge cock. She
grinned down at him and began to ride, staring down to
where his veiny shaft disappeared into her hairless
slit. Her breathing deepened as she focused on those
inner sensations, shuddering as he stretched and
filled her. It was more cock than her young body
should have been able to handle, but she had enough
experience and desire that “should have” didn’t
matter. She wanted more.
Tim reached up and pulled the top of Cari’s dress
down, revealing her budding chest. As she rose and
fell on his hard dick, he pinched and pulled her
nipples. Her tight quim pushed her closer and closer
to the edge, and he could feel that familiar tingling
in his balls.
As Tim thrust up to meet Cari’s pussy, his dick
sliding into her wetness, a thought dawned on him.
“Cari...I’m not...wearing a condom!” he panted to her
between thrusts.
"Ohhh godd I don't care right now!" Cari moaned. For
most of her sexual life, having cum in her pussy had
been okay, and she’d had many guys cum inside her
preteen pussy over the past couple of years - but two
months ago she’d gotten her first period, and since
then she’d made every guy she fucked wear a condom.
Even though it had been such a short time, she’d
almost forgotten how good it felt to have a naked cock
inside of her.
Tim clutched Cari’s hips tightly, and as hard as it
was to deny himself the pleasure, he help her still,
stopping her from bouncing on his cock.
"Let me pull out!" he grunted as she fought his grip,
trying to ride him again.
"No...please, No, I want to feel your cum squirting
deep inside of me! I wanna have your jizz in my pussy
so bad!" The filthy words weakened Tim’s resolve, and
Cari didn’t waste a moment. The young girl placed her
hands on his chest, holding him down and riding him
faster, fucking him harder. "Don't you want to cum in
me, Mr Stevens?"
The wild look in Cari’s eyes was too much for Tim. No
longer able to contain himself, he gripped her ass
firmly and pulled her down harder, meeting the pumps
from his hips, driving his hard cock into her tiny
girl cunt over and over.
"Beg for my cum, Cari. Beg me to fill that slutty
pussy of yours with my jizz."
"Fuck yes, Mister. Fill my dirty preteen fuckhole! I
haven't let anyone cum in me since I got my first
period...But I want you to. I want you to empty your
balls inside my twat and spray your sperm up in my
belly!"
"You want this dirty old man to fill your tiny cunt
with my cum?"
"Pleeease Mr Stevens. I want it so bad! I need it! Cum
in my dirty kitty!"
"You don't care what happens as long as you can feel
my hot cum inside your little pussy, huh?"
"Fuck me Mr Stevens! YESSS! Fuck my tiny cunt and cum
in me, I don't even care if I get pregnant!"
Those last filthy words sent Tim over the edge. He
arched his back, pulling Cari down, rutting his pubic
bone against hers. His ball tightened as he moaned
loudly, spraying his cum into her tiny preteen cunt.
His cock spasmed and swelled as it shot stream after
stream of jism. Far more cum than he had ever sprayed
in his life unloaded into her twat - so much so that
his juices began to spill out around their union.
As Tim groaned beneath her, spraying her insides with
cum, Cari felt own orgasm crest. Warm waves of
pleasure took her, and as Tim thrust into her she
collapsed against his chest. Incomprehensible sounds
spilled past her lips as she tried to beg for more but
was overwhelmed. It simply felt too good to be in his
arms and on his cock and full of his seed. It was her
first orgasm in over a week, and it was mind-numbingly
good.
The mismatched pair of lovers held each other, hearts
pounding. Eventually Carissa lifted herself up onto
her elbows, kissing Tim lightly. She squeezed herself
around his shaft, forcing more of his cum out of her.
The squeeze made him gasp, which in turn made her
giggle.
"Wow. You maybe just got a 12-year-old girl pregnant,”
Cari teased. “How do you think Erica's gonna take the
news that she's not an only child anymore?"
"Oh god...we’ll have to talk about that later,” Tim
said with a grimace, then quickly changed the subject.
“We should get cleaned up before people notice us
missing." He looked down to their union where copious
amounts of cum leaked out. "Jesus, you really did a
number on me. I'll need to find a rag or something to
clean up."
Cari followed his gaze down to where he was looking,
her eyes growing wide when she saw the mess.
“Holy shit that’s a lot of cum.” She slid halfway off
of his cock, reached down with a small hand, and
squeezed the base. The hand slid up to follow, milking
the last of Tim’s semen into the young girl’s dripping
snatch.
"Mmm, fuck, Cari. You really want all of that in you,
don't you?" With her tiny hand wrapped around his wet
cock, the thought of impregnating his young lover was
the furthest thing from Tim’s mind.
Cari paused, her splayed cuntlips just kissing Tim’s
cockhead, and marveling again and how huge his dick
was.
"My god I can't believe that whole thing was inside
me." Her eyes turned to Tim, and she smiled proudly.
"Yeah, me neither," Tim agreed, rather proud himself.
"Jeez, do you always stay so hard after cumming a huge
load like that? Or is it my tight…” On the word tight,
Cari slid herself back down onto the fat cock, then
up again quickly. The next word, “...little…” was
also accompanied by a short thrust, and Tim grimaced,
his aching cock overwhelmed. “...cunt?” Cari rode him
one last time, then slid all the way off and swung her
leg over. That final motion freed a huge glob of cum
to leak from her open slit and down her leg.
"Oh Jesus,that's good. I'm a fucking mess. And I'm
hard again. You mind helping an old man out?"
Tim was only half way through that sentence when Cari
dropped to her knees, child-sized fist wrapping around
the base of his dick. Her mouth opened and she took
him inside, causing his voice to catch in his throat,
cut off by a deep groan.
"Oh fuck!" The gentleman propped himself up on his
elbows, gazing down at the sexy nymph as she cleaned
cum from his cock.
Cari stayed focused on the task at hand (and mouth):
her hand slid up to the tip of Tim’s dick, her mouth
dropping down to his balls. He gasped and moaned again
as she began licking, then sucked them into her mouth
one at a time. At the top of his cock, her fist rolled
around in quick circles. Tim held her head and ran his
fingers through her hair, pumping his hips in small
thrusts as his cockhead was twisted.
"Fuck, Cari. You're only 12. Where did you learn to
work a dick like this?" Tim couldn’t help wonder aloud
as the little girl toyed with his cock. How had she
become so beautifully corrupted?
As her nimble tongue snaked across his balls, around
his shaft, and along the inner creases of his thigh,
Cari considered the question. She lapped at the
mixture of cum and grool, Tim grimacing at the
pleasant but torturous tickles. At last she raised her
head, cock still in hand.
“Ummmmm...lots of places?” She put on her thinking
face, smacking the wet cock on her cheek like she was
tapping her foot. “Hmmmm...Maybe I’m just a natural-
born cocksucker.”
"Yes, that certainly seems so," Tim agreed, then
turned Cari’s face back to his cock, which she eagerly
accepting back into her mouth.
The happy young girl bobbed her head up and down,
fucking Tim slowly with her mouth. She sucked gently
at first, then harder as he began to throb, until her
mouth was even tighter around his cock than her
preteen pussy had been. Tim began grunting, hands
knotting her hair as he thrust to match her bobbing.
Seeing the older man get so worked up was exciting,
and Cari had to stop herself from laughing and ruining
the blowjob. She thrilled as he groaned, thrusting his
big grown-up cock into her young mouth. Tim smiled at
her through gritted teeth. He’d never felt so raw and
animalistic in his life. When the back of her throat
touched his cock, the sensation and thought drove him
over the edge. He groaned loudly, back arching and
cock erupting. Another massive load filled Cari’s
mouth, and she moaned happily as he thrust past her
lips with each spurt.
"Mmm, fuck!" Tim gasped loudly as his orgasm faded.
Pulling away, licking her lips with cum oozing down
her chin, Cari was quite a sight. She swallowed the
final mouthful, gasped for air, and laughed. “Fuck I
love your cum so much! I can’t believe you were able
to cum so much again so fast!"
"You must have that sort of effect on me," Tim
chuckled, still surprised himself. Part of him knew
that with a girl like Cari he could even go another
round or two.
“Well you have a pretty great effect on me, too. I
just wonder what sort of affect your cum in my pussy
is going to have on my belly.”
“Jesus, Cari, you’re a filthy little thing.”
"Are you excited knowing you maybe just knocked up a
young girl? Cuz I gotta say...knowing that a guy four
times my age just came in me and made a baby in my
belly is making me so unbelievably horny. Fuck I wish
we didn’t have to get back.”
Tim stared at Cari, a worried expression on his face.
Right now was not the time to think about the
consequences of their actions, was it?
"You're right, we should get back. I'll straighten
myself out while you go on ahead."
Carissa stood, wriggling her hips back and forth as
she pulled her dress back into place. When she turned
to leave, Tim gave her a light smack on the ass and
growled at her.
"You. Are. Trouble."
The young girl giggled, then turned to give a wink
before disappearing back into the shadows. Tim was
left alone to consider what just happened between the
two of them, shaking his head in exasperation.
Eventually, he stood, dressed himself as best he
could, and made his way back to the darkened stairway
and back to the party.
CONTINUED IN PART 2!