It was the end of summer, just two weeks before school was going to start up again. We were finishing up my daughter, Emily's last big gymnastics competition of the season. It was a few hours' drive away from home for us, but kids came from all over the country to compete. It was expensive, boring, long, and grueling, but totally worth it with how happy it made Emily.
My wife, Amber usually handled all the gymnastics stuff, while my son, David hung out with me in the audience. Between routines, the various girls would come around and hang out with us. I always kept a ready supply of snacks and craft supplies to keep myself and my son occupied, and the girls took advantage of them whenever they were bored. As a result we were perpetually surrounded by a halo of giggling girls, making bracelets and necklaces for each other, munching away happily.
My son was old enough that he was starting to notice the girls, and I couldn't blame him. I confess that I've always had a thing for younger girls. Not really young, in single digits. As they got older, though, and started showing hips and curves, something switched on in me. My wife, God love her, looked much younger than she was, and always had. A shade under five feet tall, big, dark eyes, full cheeks, and just the right amount of thickness. She made it possible for me to live an ordinary life while still fulfilling my need for someone who looked young. Sadly, in recent years, she had lost all interest in sex. It had been fully two years since we had been intimate, and though I still loved her, I was no longer getting what I needed.
The "gym girls" (as we called them) weren't making things any easier. My daughter, newly turned eleven years old, had friends ranging from nine to just barely thirteen. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. A life spent in bootie shorts and leotards had whittled down their modesty to almost nothing, and they regularly lounged around in clothes that put my heart in my throat. They had no fear of physical contact, and so would lean, sit, lay, and lounge not just on each other, but also on whatever adult was in the vicinity. My usual pose was sitting on a folding chair with half a dozen tweens hanging off of me like monkeys.
My daughter had the same tall, beanpole build I had at her age, with her mother's dark hair and eyes. With her pale skin and unusual height, she really stood out from the other girls. She was loud, funny, chaotic, and well-liked. She was a natural leader, and automatically assumed command of the dozen or so girls around her at any given time. Her coaches loved her not only for her build and talent, but because of her endless supply of confidence.
Her best friend, Katie, was different. She was of below average height, and deliciously chubby. Not obese, but just heavy enough to have delightful curves and a gentle softness. Barely-there breasts made of baby fat, and a beautiful round bottom that only certain little girls seem to have. Thick thighs with plenty of toned muscle drew my eye, as did a café-au-lait birthmark on one side of her chest. Her tan skin framed her bright, blue eyes and perfectly complimented a shock of dirty blonde hair. It stuck out in all directions no matter what she did, with little curls and flyaways refusing to be tamed in a ponytail. Her lips were full and perfectly pink, with that little "Cupid's bow" look that movie starlets were once famous for.
Katie was shy, quiet, sweet, and a little goofy. Her parents fawned over her older sister, who was taller, thinner, more outgoing, and possessed of an unfortunate mean-girl streak. This left little Katie desperate for attention wherever she could find it. Given the slightest opportunity, she would clamber onto the lap of a handy adult and cuddle up against them. Many dads in particular weren't comfortable with that, but I had been her favorite since she and my daughter had been in kindergarten. I would happily listen to her chattering away about whatever was on her mind, enjoying her stories and giggles with a protective arm around her. I was always happy when she came over to our house, greeting her with a big hug and a kiss on top of her frazzled blonde head.
At the end of the competition, Katie had ridden home with us. Her older sister had three more days of competition, and Katie didn't want to hang around. Instead, she was going to stay with us for a few days until her sister and parents returned home. The sun was just setting as we left the convention center. Since my wife and son both suffered from motion sickness, she drove while he sat shotgun. The two of them were deep in conversation about some true crime show they both followed obsessively. This left me in the back between the girls, with an arm around each of them. My daughter fell asleep immediately; she could sleep through a tsunami without any difficulty. Katie, meanwhile, dozed against me and chattered softly about all the things that had happened at the competition. Keeping our voices low to avoid waking Emily, "…and then, Gianna fell, but it was okay because she wasn't in the advanced class…"
As she talked to me, I began to doze. The long days and steamy weather were making me feel relaxed and dreamy. I couldn't help but notice how soft and warm she was against my shoulder. She was wearing her gym hoodie and a loose pair of soccer shorts, cuddled into my left side. The shorts had ridden up, basically exposing all of her thighs to me. The smell of her hair wafted up to me in the warm car; strawberry shampoo and sweat. I couldn't take my eyes off of her legs; the toned muscles and baby fat combining into such an alluring package. Katie wasn't shaving her legs yet, and they had a downy coating of blonde hair that caught the last rays of the setting sun. Slowly, gently, I placed my hand about mid-thigh and began rubbing my thumb back and forth.
Katie didn't seem to notice, her chatter continuing unimpeded with only occasional comments from me. I definitely noticed, however. Her skin was magnificently soft and warm. Inevitably my cock began to stiffen, and it became harder to concentrate on what she was saying. After a few minutes, I began moving up toward her hip, as well as moving my thumb toward her inner thigh. My limbs were tingling with adrenaline, and I could feel heat pooling in my gut from the thrill. As I came within perhaps an inch of her crotch, bumping against the bunched leg of her shorts, she suddenly stopped and look down at my hand.
"Michael?" she asked, softly. Her brow was furrowed. My thumb froze.
"Yes, Katie-did?" The nickname was an affectionate one, from when we first met.
"Whatcha doing?"
Slowly, I lowered my head until our foreheads touched. "I love you so much, sweetheart. You're so gorgeous."
Her smile returned, summoned by the praise. She blushed and said "I love you too, Michael." Everyone called me Mike, but for some reason she always used my full name instead.
My thumb resumed its gentle caresses, and I gently kissed her on the forehead. Watching my wife and son carefully from the corner of my eye, I gave her a series of soft kisses beside her eye, on the tip of her nose, on her cheek, and finally on her lips. I felt goosebumps rising on the skin of her leg. I kissed her lips again, a third time, and then began to let them linger longer. At the same time, my hand slid up her hip and I pushed my thumb gently under her shorts. Finally, I could feel the edge of her panties, where her leg met her torso. I felt her gasp, sucking in a breath as our lips parted.
That was the moment when the car pulled into our driveway. Amber announced "Wake up, everybody! We're home!" I was suddenly shocked back to reality. I separated from Katie, returning my hand to her waist. She burrowed into me, hiding her face in my oversized sweatshirt, while I blinked rapidly. What the hell had I been thinking? If she breathed a word of this to anyone, it would end everything. I'd lose my marriage, my kids, my home, my job; maybe even go to prison. What was wrong with me?
Amber barked out orders as she parked in the garage. "Mike, can you help me unpack the car? Kids, I want showers and jammies. No video games, no screwing around."
"Moooooom, I'm hungry!" Emily whined, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"You're always hungry," her mother laughed back. "You eat more than the rest of us combined. You won't starve."
"I'm kinda hungry too, Ms Amber," said Katie.
"Fine," Amber sighed. "Showers, pajamas, then we can have pizza. I'll order it online."
"Nothing for me," David moaned. "I feel like crap."
"Language," I said automatically. "Go lay down then, kiddo. You're probably just carsick."
My son nodded as he slinked away to his room. The girls ran into the house, giggling and screaming. Amber ordered a late dinner while I brought in all of the bags, suitcases, blankets, coolers, and other bric-a-brac. I began cleaning up the interior of the car while she emptied the bags. Before too long I was in my sleep shorts and a T-shirt, looking for something to watch on TV. The pizza arrived, and Amber took a slice and some ice water up to her office, closing the door. The girls came stampeding downstairs to pile up their plates.
Emily had put on a pair of blue, plaid pajama pants and a matching T-shirt that hung on her like a scarecrow. She tended to swim inside all of her clothes, unless she was at the gym. Katie, meanwhile, was wearing a pair of skin-tight, fuzzy bootie shorts patterned with zebra stripes in black and neon green. She paired it with a bright pink tank top from her gym, with a logo across the front. The girls had been given them at the competition, and this one looked a size too big for Katie. She was extremely proud of her gym, and she couldn't wait to wear it.
A few hours later, I was the only one left awake in the house. I was in the living room watching Leon: The Professional and drinking Bourbon, unwinding after the long trip. Suddenly, I heard a kerfuffle upstairs; pounding feet, shuffling, slamming doors, and speaking. I went up and found Amber outside the bathroom. "David can't stop throwing up," she said. "He's really sick; fever, clammy, dizzy, the whole nine. I'm going to run him to Urgent Care. Can you watch the girls?"
"Sure, no problem," I replied. "They're asleep in Emily's room anyway."
"Ha," Amber said. "I wish. They're both still up in there, whispering and giggling. You know how they are at sleepovers. Anyway, they're good girls. They shouldn't be any trouble."
"Okay," I said. "Take care of my kiddo. Call me if you need anything."
Shortly thereafter, Amber had taken a very worse-for-wear-looking teenager (carrying a bucket) out to the car and speeded away. I restarted my movie, and had a pretty good buzz going. That's when I jumped nearly out of my skin.
"Michael?"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I shouted. I hadn't heard Katie as she padded down the stairs and snuck up behind me. My shout startled her in return, and she let out a squeak as she jumped back. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," I apologized. "I didn't see you there. What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep, and I'm scared. I wanna go home."
"I'm sorry, Katie-did," I said. "Your mom and dad still aren't home. What about Emily?"
"She just wants to sleep. She yelled at me." Poor Katie looked miserable.
"Yeah, she gets ornery when she's tired. Tell you what, sweetheart. Why don't you come cuddle with me for a while? We can hang out until you feel better. Maybe you'll even fall asleep down here."
"Okay," Katie agreed. A small, half-smile crept across her face, and she climbed up onto the big sectional sofa with me. She snuggled up on my right-hand side, with my arm around her waist. My hand naturally slipped under the oversized tank top and settled on her midriff, her bare skin against my fingers.
Between what happened in the car and the scenes we were watching, I became more and more aware of the feel of her against my body. My cock started getting erect again, and Katie's breathing began to become slightly heavier. Looking over, I could see down the neckline of her shirt. Because she was a little chunky, she had always had little "fat tits." Recently, however, I had noticed them beginning to swell with the first signs of real development. I was looking at them hungrily, my eyes drawn to the birthmark on her left breast. My fingers began stroking her belly, carefully rubbing around the area of her navel. Her chubby belly held just enough fat to be soft, but with firm skin atop and the sensation of her taut muscles below.
This continued until a scene when Leon and Mathilda go to bed together, his arm wrapped around her. Katie looked over at me and our eyes met. Closing them, we touched our lips together, kissing each other repeatedly while my heart hammered in my chest. The smell of her strawberry body wash filled my nostrils, while the minty taste of toothpaste was barely detectable on her lips.
After several gentle kisses, we each pushed harder and I opened my mouth. Unsure, she mirrored my actions and we began what must have been her first French kiss. I took the opportunity to move my hand upwards, until I met with her plump little breast. She grunted and started to pull away, but I held her tightly and continued kissing her. After a moment she relaxed back into my grip, and I gently stroked and kneaded her flesh. Her breasts were less than a handful, and her nipples were puffy, little domes of flesh that sat on top. As I ran my fingers over her nipples, she began breathing heavily through her nose.
I had a full erection now, uncomfortably mashed down against my leg. I took the opportunity to break away from her kiss, saying "Katie-did, you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I wish I could see more of you."
"Okay," she said, smiling at me. Laying her back so that her head was on the arm of the sectional, I began kissing her belly. One of her little hands was grasped firmly in mine, and she was squeezing it for all she was worth. I slowly pushed the hem of her shirt up, laying down kisses all the way, until I began uncovering her breasts.
"Wait," she breathed. "Um, I don't…"
"It's okay, sweetheart," I soothed. "You know that I love you. It's okay."
She relaxed again, and with my one free hand I pulled the shirt up and over her head. I left it balled up beside her head, and gazed down at her topless body for the first time.
Oh, I had caught glimpses of her over the years, of course. A glance down a loose shirt, a crooked bikini top, that sort of thing. This was the first time, however, that I had really seen her. It was magnificent. Her little breasts, made mostly of baby fat, were absolutely perfect. With her tan skin I always assumed that her nipples would be dark, but I was surprised to find them a pretty, pale pink. I pulled one into my mouth, licking and gently sucking, while the other continued receiving attention from my hand. My erection was now much more comfortable and peeked out of the waist of my shorts as I enjoyed Katie's little tits. Quiet moans and gasps made it clear that she liked what I was doing.
Eventually I could not take it anymore, and I pushed my hand under her waistband. I discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties under her shorts, and immediately felt her little slit. Again, she tensed up and said "Michael; wait no, that's not…" but I quickly cut her off with a kiss. She struggled under my weight, but I kept her in place while I slid my index finger in between her pussy lips. I quickly found her vagina, surprisingly hot and dripping wet. I started to rub circles on her little clit, and in a few moments her halfhearted struggles to get away changed to thrusting to meet my finger. We found a rhythm together, and her breathing started coming faster and heavier.
"Michael," she whispered, her voice strained. "Oh, Michael, I don't… I have to…"
"I know, sweet pea. Let it happen," I said. "Just let go."
Suddenly her body locked up, her back arched, and she let out something between a grunt and a moan. I could feel the entrance to her vagina twitching, flexing, and I pushed harder on her clit. I thought she was going to break my fingers, she was squeezing my hand so hard. After maybe thirty seconds of this, she went limp and closed her eyes, dropping my hand and melting into the sofa.
"Oh my God, Michael," she panted, "that was so good. It felt so good."
I saw my opportunity, and I couldn't resist. While she was overcome with bliss, I backed up and reached my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. I slid them over her hips and off her legs, which flopped open. There was her beautiful pussy, in all its glory.
Her lips were essentially hairless, just showing the same coating of peach fuzz as her legs. They were swollen and pink; covered in her glistening juices. Her clit peeked out of its hood, but her inner lips were barely formed.
This was a hell of a moment; a hell of a decision. I had already done enough to ruin my life; enough to destroy everything I had ever built. I had also finally achieved my years-long fantasy of seeing Katie's body, touching it, and even making her cum. But… how far was I willing to go? Was I actually going to fuck her? Would that be a step too far? After all, nothing I had done so far would show up on a medical exam. I could stop now, with some plausible deniability, and have something special between me and Katie forever.
But I might never get another chance.
Acting quickly, my pulse pounding in my ears, I stood, dropped my shorts, and kneeled between her legs. I fisted my rock-hard cock and aimed the head at her slit, rubbing it up and down several times to lubricate it. Then I laid down on top of her, wrapped my hands around to grab her ass, and began to push.
Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed back against my chest with both her hands. Her legs tried to close up, clamping onto either side of my body. "What are you doing? Michael, no, wait! I don't want to do that!" she said, her voice shaking.
"Shhhhh, it's okay, sweetheart. It's all going to be fine. This will feel super good, you'll see." I reassured her, my voice steady, planting kisses on the top of her head. I was pushing steadily, and my cock was sliding slowly but steadily into her. I silently thanked gymnastics for long since removing her hymen, but it was still incredibly tight; almost like a rubber O-ring sliding down my cock.
"No, no, oh please, it's too much, Michael," she kept repeating. Over and over, quiet but insistent, she kept up the constant refrain. Despite that, I couldn't stop and steadily slid deeper into her body. She was hot, wet, tight, and so unbelievably good! Her soft and meaty ass felt great in my hands, and I could feel the domes of her nipples against my body. Each of us was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and the odor of her juices was everywhere. About halfway in, her whispering and muttering began to be interrupted by occasional grunts as she stretched to accommodate me. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt my tip barely brush up against something.
I was in.
There was maybe a half inch of me left outside her body, so I wasn't balls-deep. I was never particularly huge, for which I was grateful at the moment. With a little gentle pressure on my part and a bit of relaxation on hers, I was pretty sure that I could fit every bit inside her.
Katie's entire body was tense and rigid; tightly strung from nervousness and uncertainty. If I'm honest, there also might have been a little pain. Her pussy was holding me so tightly I could faintly feel her pulse with my cock. As difficult as it was for me, I paused where I was and started placing gentle kisses on her face. I had to hunch my body to line up my mouth properly; she was so much smaller than me! Forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, neck, shoulders. A slow and steady flurry of kisses, while I whispered to her.
"God, you're so beautiful, Katie-did. My good, girl, my beautiful girl, I love you so much! You're making me feel so good sweetheart; it's going to be so good! Trust me, I love you, you're amazing!"
Slowly, gently, her body began to relax. As it did, I felt the clench inside her start to loosen up. I resumed gently pushing, and felt myself sink in that last little bit, pushing back into her cervix. Katie let out a little yelp and tensed up again, but then slowly let out her breath and relaxed.
"Are you okay, honey?" I asked.
She looked me in the eyes and nodded. "I feel so full. It's way, way down inside me. Feels like it's pushing something." She paused. "I think it's too big."
"Don't worry, Katie-did. If your body can have a baby, it can definitely take me. I'm going to start moving now, okay?" I said.
"Michael?" she asked, her brows drawing together. "Is this sex?"
"Yes, sweetheart. We're having sex. I have wanted this for so long, because you're so pretty."
"Okay," she replied, still uncertain. "It's kinda weird, but it's okay."
Nodding, I slowly began pulling out, then reversed and pushed back in. Katie let out a long, soft little moan as I did. I repeated this over and over, letting her adjust to the feeling. It was almost comical; my little lover moaning over and over, like some toy being repeatedly deflated. Each push inward dragged her pussy lips in after me, and each withdrawal stretched them into a thin membrane that solidly gripped me.
I began speeding up, pushing in with a fair amount of force and pulling back a little more slowly. Katie was still staring directly into my eyes, with a look of concentration locked into her features. Her breathing was becoming deeper and faster again, and I could feel her starting to push back up against me.
"Katie-did?" I asked her.
"Feels.. unh… good…" she grunted back. "Still too… unh… much, though…"
"Let me try something," I said. Pausing midway in, I removed my hands from her butt and put them on the backs of her knees, gently bending her body double. I was able to touch her kneecaps to the sofa on either side of her ears, and silently thanked gymnastics again. Next, I leaned down onto her, pushing deeply inside while letting my full weight down on top of her. She let out a long, deep groan as I did, her eyes scrunching up and jaw wide open.
"Oh my God," she said. "It's poking my brain or something!"
Smiling, I nuzzled my head beside hers and began kissing her neck and shoulder. Next, I resumed penetrating her. I was indeed much deeper now, and my balls slapped up against her at the bottom of every thrust. The friction and pressure were incredible, and I noticed that the new angle had her clit rubbing against my cock as it slid in and out. Rather than long, low moans, little Katie was grunting, gasping, and panting under me as I went.
"Michael, it feels… really good… again!" she said, grasping the sofa tightly with both hands. Her head was tilted back and to one side, leaving her neck open for my kisses. "Michael… God!"
"I know, sweetheart!" I responded, my voice raspy. I had begun to speed up again, plowing into her with considerable force. Looking down I could see her little breasts and tummy bouncing along with the motion, which only turned me on more. I could feel my own orgasm approaching as I stared at them, and suddenly something occurred to me. Her breasts had been growing, her pussy was so wet, could she…
"Katie, honey?" I gasped out. "Have you had your period?"
"Wha?" she said.
"Your period, sweetheart. Did you get it yet?"
"Yeah, last year," she replied. "In school."
Oh God, oh no. I had known she was a bit of an early bloomer, which was part of why she drove me so crazy.
"When was the last one, honey?"
"Um… I don't know… at the… water park, OH!" as I hit a particularly deep spot inside her.
I tried to think, my fevered brain overcome with pleasure. The trip to the water park, with our family and one other. A week before the competition; two weeks ago. No wonder she was so wet! She was at the perfect time to get pregnant. Eleven years old, ripe, and ready.
"Oh God, baby! I want to cum in you so badly!"
"Um… okay," she said. She didn't know what I was saying. She didn't really understand it. She was confused, and a little scared, and all she knew was that this felt good and that I made her feel special. Still, she had said yes, hadn't she?
It was getting harder to hold back. It had been so long since I had sex, and Katie felt so unbelievably good! It was almost painful not to cum.
Katie came for the second time. "Oh, it's…!" she said, and then went rigid again. Her vagina clenched down tight on me, and the pleasure spiked so strongly that I gritted my teeth. I knew what I should do. I should pull out, jerk my cock, and spray it all over her chubby belly and fat little tits. I should cover her with cum until she dripped with it. That's absolutely what I should do.
But the idea of cumming inside her… of squirting her full of cum until it was spraying out of her ears… it was so fucking hot. The idea of taking an eleven-year-old and putting a baby inside her… knocking her up before she even started the sixth grade…
I felt my balls drawing up. I started pounding into her full speed. I heard a whimpering sound, and realized that it was me. The point of no return was approaching fast, and I had to pull out, I absolutely HAD to pull out!
"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, and started cumming. I felt my cock pulse as I sprayed the first shot into her bare pussy. Suddenly as I moved inside her it was incredibly wet and slippery. I pulled back a little, then pushed deep again and shot another wad into her. She whimpered as she came down from her own orgasm and felt me battering her cervix, firing shot after shot of sperm directly against her womb. My ass clenched, driving me to thrust so hard her head battered the armrest, and still I kept filling her up. Sparks fired behind my eyes, I felt faint, and I was gasping for air.
Finally, it slowed. My cock was reduced to a few spurts, and then a dribble, and then I was done. I laid there on top of Kate while we caught our breath, waiting for our heartbeats to slow back down. Her beautiful blue eyes had tears in the corners, and her neck was at an uncomfortable angle since I had rammed her head against the sofa. I let her legs back down, pulled her body back a little, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
"You feeling okay, Katie-did?" I asked quietly.
"Um… I think so. That was a lot," she said. "My vagina hurts. You're heavy."
"Oh! Sorry," I said, backing away and sitting up. The feeling of my half-hard penis being pulled out of her was agony, as oversensitive as I was. It made an obscene schloooorp sound, and was followed by a flood of my cum.
Katie got up onto her elbows and looked at her pussy; it was a mess. Covered with a froth of her own juices, and leaking a steady stream of my slimy semen. Touching it with two fingers, she wrinkled her nose. "Uck. Gross."
"Yeah, let me get that," I said. I grabbed a box of tissues off of the coffee table and started dabbing at her opening. She sucked air in through her teeth and said "Ouch! Careful."
I looked around at the carnage. Our clothes were scattered, our hair was a mess, the sofa cushions were askew, and our bodies were caked in fluids. "Tell you what, Katie-did. Why don't we go and get cleaned up in the bathroom?"
"Yeah," she said. "This is really gross."
Standing beside the sectional, I reached down and picked her up in my arms. Giggling, she threw an arm around my neck. I walked her across the house into the bid downstairs bathroom and sat her on the sink.
I ran some lukewarm water and began cleaning her with a washcloth. She frowned and grimaced a little, but didn't make a sound. When she was done, she hopped down and stood beside me. I rinsed the cloth and cleaned the fluids off of my cock while she watched with interest.
"Michael?" she asked, her voice unsure. "This stuff keeps dripping out of me." She brought her hand out from between her legs, with a small pool of semen in the palm.
"Teah, that'll happen for a little while, Katie-did. Why don't you sit on the toilet until it's all out of there."
"Okay," she agreed, and sat down. "What is this stuff, anyway?"
"Ah, well, it's cum."
"What's it for?"
"Well, boys shoot it out when they feel really, really good. Like you made me feel." If only that was all it was for, I thought to myself. Now that my head was clearing, I was starting to feel a knot of dread forming in my stomach.
I had fucked my Katie-did. A little girl, only eleven years old, and I had fucked her. Not only that, I had cum inside her. No condom, no nothing, and right when she was the most fertile. What if she did end up pregnant? What in God's name was I going to do?
"I'll be right back," I told her. I walked back into the living room. I straightened things up, but the room stank of sex. There was a large wet spot on a cushion, which I flipped over. Gathering our clothes, I started back to the bathroom.
Katie was bent slightly over the sink, washing her hands. I could see her face in the mirror, still flushed with excitement. Her breasts jutted in front of her, jiggling as she scrubbed her hands in the sink. I had a perfect view of her beautiful ass, with a set of perfect dimples just above. Below, I could just see her pussy lips peeking out between her legs. They were still shiny and slick from our union.
Something began to sizzle in my brain. God, I had just fucked her, and I was already getting hard again. I had held her down, fucked her, and cum inside someone else's daughter. But the sight of her perky little ass cheeks was getting me worked up all over again.
I walked up behind her and dropped our clothes on the floor. Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around her, with one hand on her belly and the other on her breast. Immediately I started kissing her neck, and she giggled. "Michael, that tickles!"
"I love to tickle you, Katie-did," I said. "I want to tickle you in all the different places. Everywhere!" I slid one hand down onto her vulva and slipped a finger inside her. She was still slick, and it easily went in up to the last knuckle.
"Ow! Michael, no, that's sore!" she protested, attempting to twist away.
"How about this, then, sweet pea?" I asked, moving the finger to her clit.
"Oh, I like that but it's still sore," she moaned. "I don't think we should touch each other like that. I think it's bad."
I kneaded her breast and continued kissing her neck. "Maybe a little bad, sweetheart, but we don't have to tell anyone. Then we won't get in trouble."
"Michael, wait, I don't want mmmrgph" she said, as I cut off her protests with a forceful kiss. Crouching down, I laid my hard cock between her beautiful butt cheeks. I groaned with pleasure, beginning to lose control again. As gorgeous as her ass was, I wanted her pussy again. I had to have it. I removed the hand from her breast and guided my cock between her thighs, aiming for her entrance.
Katie attempted to stop me by swinging her hips, but I released my cock. I used my hand to press her into the sink and bend her over. My mouth continued to muffle whatever she was trying to say, and I continued to rub her clit. Finally I felt her heat and wetness and pushed forward, sinking into her.
She gave a surprised cry as I began pumping her with my cock again. The feel of her plump ass against my groin was amazing as I thrust into her again and again. I wasn't nearly as deep as before because of the awkward posture, but it didn't matter. The added friction and pressure more than made up for it.
This kept up for several minutes before I felt a change in her body. Despite her best efforts, the steady pressure on her clit was bringing her to an orgasm. I disconnected my mouth from hers to move for a better position to penetrate her, and she let out a pained groan. I could see tears in her eyes in the mirror, but she had stopped trying to turn around. Instead, her face had a focused look, as she gave in and chased her pleasure.
"Michael, I… it's good, and… unh… here it goes!" she gasped, nearing her peak.
I was stroking for my own climax by now, with no attempt to hold it back. Once again I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew that I should pull out, spraying my seed all over her ass, her back, and her pussy lips. I knew that she wasn't safe; that despite only being a kid, she was old enough to get pregnant. And the fact of the matter was, I didn't give a fuck.
With something between a roar and a groan, I exploded into her again. I held myself deep inside her, pushing against her ass with all the force I could muster. Pulse after pulse of cum filled Katie's pussy, dripping out around my cock.
This time she came after me, stiffening up with a series of adorable "Ungh, ungh, ungh" noises. Somehow her insides became even wetter, and my own orgasm seemed to be unnaturally extended. Eventually she started crying out, saying "Michael! Stop! It hurts!" while she tried pulling my hand away from her oversensitive clit.
As my orgasm ended and my head began to clear, I backed off the pressure a bit. I looked in the mirror and was shocked at how obscene the image was. I loomed over Katie, who was barely half my height. Her grade-schooler face was streaked with tears, and her pudgy breasts with their puffy nipples were pink and angry from abuse. She was gasping for breath, looking back at me with a mixture of fear, hunger, anger, and hurt. She was just a little girl, and I had likely just planted a baby inside her belly.
I began stroking her wildly mussed hair and whispering how much I loved her; that everything was going to be all right. I withdrew and reached for the wash cloth again, cleaning us both up while she laid on top of the big sink, tears still dropping from her eyes. Finally I lifted her and set her on the toilet, allowing my sperm to drain out of her again.
"Katie honey," I began, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just…"
"You did!" she said, anger in her voice. "I told you it hurt and you still did it! You hurt me, and it was mean. I thought you loved me!"
My heart was breaking. "I do, Katie-did! I swear I love you more than anyone else in the whole world!"
"Then why did you hurt me?" she asked, the meekness returning.
I sighed deeply and thought for a moment. "Because… because you're just so beautiful. So sexy. When I came into the bathroom and saw you there, I just had to make us feel good again. I couldn't stand it not to touch you. Do you understand?"
The praise and compliments had their usual effect, and the tears had stopped. She looked at me with some suspicion, but also with the usual affection.
"I guess," she said. "I felt good again, and I like that. But it hurt, and I don't like all this stuff dripping out of me."
I brushed back a lock of dirty blonde hair, and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Okay, sweet pea. No more sex if you don't want it. I promise. Unless I see you naked again. Then, no promises. You're too sexy."
Katie giggled. "Okay. Deal." She yawned, her mouth wide open.
"Looks like you're finally tired," I said. "Let's get you dressed an into bed."
I watched her put on her shorts and tank top, though they did little to hide her body from me. In particular I was fascinated by her chubby little belly, and the thought of what might be happening inside there even now. The cold pit of fear returned to my stomach.
When we were both dressed, I brought her up to my daughter's bedroom. Emily, predictably was sound asleep and snoring loudly. I tucked Katie into bed, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Good night, Katie-did. Sleep tight," I told her, and left to return to the living room.
I poured myself another glass of Bourbon, and considered that the next few days were going to be very interesting.