Sweet Girl
The rain came down as I drove out of the school gates and saw Miranda at the bus stop. I took a deep breath, pulled up, and lowered the window.
"Hey Miranda, is the bus late?"
"Yes."
"You live near me don't you, honey? Get in, I'll give you a lift."
She gave me a look of surprise. Accepting a lift from a man in a car was undoubtedly a big no-no that had been drilled into her since she was a child. But I was her teacher and she was a senior now, so that was okay, wasn't it? And did she like it that I'd just called her honey? Probably, because she got up and smiled and walked to the car.
"Thanks Mister Powell," she said, and got in and closed the door.
"Not a problem. Why were you at school so late?"
"Dance class. And you?"
"Marking essays. I prefer to work in the classroom, I get too distracted at home. Yours is very good Miranda. Best in the class."
"Really? Better than Tammy's?"
"I think so."
We continued to chat on the short drive home. I pulled into 7-Eleven a few blocks from my street.
"I need to get some milk. You can wait in the car and stay warm. Won't be long."
"Okay."
When I got back Miranda had taken her jacket off to reveal a white dance top with thin straps over her shoulders. I was close to her lovely teen tits when I leaned over to put the milk at her feet. I thought of how good it would be to feel those boobs, weigh them in my hands like little puppies. Or suck them, even? I could imagine her nipples all long and rubbery stiff and coated with my saliva. My cock hardened at the thought she'd probably put them on display for me.
I needed to think about something else and nodded to the milk at her feet. Fuck. "I'm useless when my wife is away. Run out of everything."
"Oh."
"So, your house is the left turn here, and then next right?"
"Um... sure."
I hoped Miranda's mother wouldn't see me when I pulled up outside. Bad enough if her daughter was in a car with an older man. Worse if he was her English teacher.
"Maybe say you got a lift with a friend?" I asked.
"Don't worry, my mum is away. She won't be back until the weekend. And my brother's truck isn't in the driveway so he must be at his girlfriend's place. There's no one else at home."
"Oh. And your mum and dad are separated?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Well, not okay. Now it was up to me to make the next move. Did I dare?
Miranda glanced over at me then, and to the floor. She stretched her arms out between her knees and stared at her fingers. She wasn't like those social media attention-seeking supermodels in her class. No, she was the shy, quiet, dark-haired bookish type. The type who have no idea how attractive they are. The type I love.
I cleared my throat. "Um, well, I have some pasta bake and salad at home. More than enough for two. How about you come over and have dinner with me? No point in both of us being alone, is there? I'll give you a lift home after."
She looked at me and smiled. "I'd love to."
I opened the fridge and removed the pasta and salad, then reached for the bottle of white I'd opened the previous night.
"Like a glass of wine?"
"No, thanks."
Miranda played with the strap of the bag over her shoulder. "Mister Powell the showers at school were out of order. Can I use yours?"
"Yes, of course. Come on, I'll show you."
I led her up the stairs and followed close behind and took the opportunity to admire her pert little bum in the leotard. I grabbed a towel from the closet and led her through to the main bedroom and en suite. She glanced at the bed on the way through, at the place where I'd jerked off many times thinking of her. Then into the en suite and to the shower, where I'd jerked off imagining her and Tammy in there with me, doing unspeakable things all over each other.
"Everything you need should be in there. See you in a few minutes."
"Thanks."
Then, as I walked out, softly, but still loud enough to hear, I think she said, "You mean see me in here?"
I stood in the kitchen and drummed my fingers on the bench top. She said it was okay to join her, didn't she? Or she hoped I would? Or wouldn't? Shit.
I stood naked in the bedroom. The shower was still running. She wouldn't be in there forever -- it was now or never.
I walked in and saw Miranda through the clear glass. She was quite short and barely looked eighteen. I reached for the door handle and watched my hand move as if in slow motion as I opened the door and stepped into the steamy glass cubicle. She turned to me and smiled.
We faced each other and Miranda looked up with those big brown eyes and embraced me on tip-toes. I put my head down and we kissed. Then she put her head on my chest and I held her tight as we swayed gently for several seconds as the water drummed my arms and her back. I kissed the top of her head and stood back.
She looked at me again and I placed a hand at her temple and eased strands of wet dark hair back over her ear.
"Gorgeous girl."
"If you talk to me like that Mister Powell, I don't think I can ever go home. I was afraid you wouldn't come in."
"It will have to be Max. I mean, look at us."
"Sure... Max."
She snuggled against me again.
"I wasn't sure if I heard right, when you asked if I would join you," I said and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm so glad you did," Miranda said. She looked down and took my thickening cock in her small hand.
"Oh my god that feels good honey," I said. "Let me soap you. Then I want to kiss you everywhere."
"This is like a dream come true," she said.
"For me too." I put a hand on her waist. "Turn around. Put your hands on the tiles. Yes, like that. Good girl."
I rubbed my wife's liquid soap all over Miranda's white back, making sure to bring my hands up to her neck and shoulders to rub away the knots of tension. Then I couldn't resist any longer and brought my hands from her waist up to her armpits and around to cup those wonderful titties. Oh heaven. So soft and young and creamy and those nipples, they really were the pointy hard rubbery ones I'd imagined. I teased them with wet soapy fingers. Then I moved my hand down to her flat tummy, and further down to the dark pubic hair that covered her slit.
I slid to my knees and squirted soap onto her peachy buttocks and went to work on them. I kneaded and massaged and stroked to her sighs of encouragement, then pulled her sweet bum cheeks open and placed a soapy finger right on her rosebud. She gasped as I rubbed around her tightest orifice and cleaned it thoroughly.
"No one ever tells you how good it feels to be touched back there, do they?"
"No."
"Spread your legs a little for me baby."
I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh until it touched the lips of her pussy. I cupped the sweet mound from behind to a groan of pleasure, then pushed forwards and up until my fingers almost touched the underside of her tits. I slid my arm back and it rubbed against her pussy lips as they became more prominent with her excitement. My arm was now covered in soap and I rubbed it in and out, up and down, between her slim athletic legs.
Miranda leaned forward even more and moaned and splayed her fingers further out on the tiles. Her knees shook.
"Turn around honey."
I placed a hand on the small of her back as she leaned against the wall and I used the index and middle finger of the other hand to rub around the top of her pussy lips and clit.
"Oh, that's so good," Miranda said. "You're going to make me come."
"That's okay, sweetie. We're in the shower, don't be afraid to let it all go. Feel it build up and let it go."
My fingers moved faster now. Her knees shook harder and the water hissed and steamed and she let out a shivering low moan.
"Oooh."
Miranda's legs suddenly buckled and I grabbed her as she put her arms up to grip the shower head. She leaned back and shivered again and squirted all over my chest.
"Aaah!"
"Oh god honey, yes!"
The orgasm surged through her body like an electric current. I held on to her and she squirted again all over my fingers and arm and across my body. It went on for some time until finally Miranda's shaking stopped and she leaned forward and I stood up and gripped her in a tight hug. I stood there and held her for several seconds as the water streamed down her back.
"Oh my god, what was that?" she asked.
"Has no one ever made you come like that before?"
"No. Wow!"
She stood back and looked up to my eyes again. "God, you really know what you're doing. S-Sorry, I think I peed on you."
"Don't worry about that, sweetie, it was wonderful. You had an orgasm and that's all that counts."
"I don't know what to do for you. Can you show me?"
"Well, you don't have to do anything. I made you come, so that's okay."
"No, it's not. Why won't you tell me?"
"You may not like my idea."
"Why not?"
"Because I want you to spend the night with me. In my bed."
She considered this for several seconds. "Well, I'm okay with that." She kissed me and smiled. "But I may not want to go home."
Miranda stood at the bench top and helped with the cleaning up after we'd eaten. She'd changed into tight black yoga pants after the shower, with no underwear line I could see, and a white t-shirt and top but no bra underneath.
I'd turned the heating on so I could relax in only boxer shorts and a t-shirt. When I walked towards the fridge I couldn't resist and touched Miranda's gorgeous bum.
"You may begin to think I'm a pervert," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I want to keep touching your bum. I can't resist."
"No." She pulled me back and faced me and took my hand to place it behind. "I don't mind at all."
I held her by the waist and kissed her. Then I turned her around and slid to my knees.
"I want to see it again," I said.
I massaged Miranda's lovely bum with both hands, then placed my fingers at the top of the elastic waistband and eased the pants down. I moaned at the sight of those sweet white cheeks as I pulled the pants from her feet and flung them to the side. Then I was back at her bum and eased the buttocks apart.
"It's so gorgeous," I said, as I devoured the sight of her tight rosebud, the contrast of the dark brown skin against the whiteness of her body, and the delicate pink centre. I buried my nose right in there and inhaled. There was the scent of soap, and her own special aroma. I stuck my tongue out and licked.
"Oh god!"
"Yes, my gorgeous girl. Love it."
My mouth was all over her buttocks then, kissing and licking and lightly biting. Miranda shivered as goosebumps rose all over her bum. I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her head.
"Yes, I'm a very naughty man."
"I guess that makes me a naughty girl," Miranda said, as she turned to embrace me. "Seeing as I love it so much too."
Those big eyes stared up at me again and I brushed the hair from her forehead and kissed her there too. There was no hurry. She was staying the night.
"Now, young lady, it may be a little too early for bed. How about we watch some TV first?"
"Sure, as long as we can cuddle."
"Of course, come on."
I made sure all windows, curtains and blinds were closed, the room was warm, and the only light was from the small lamp behind us. Miranda looked very comfortable snuggled up into the corner of the sofa with the cushions and the remote. I sat in the middle. She leaned against my shoulder and I placed a hand around her waist under her t-shirt.
"What's this, a movie?" I asked.
"Yes, Passengers, with Jennifer Lawrence. Have you seen it?"
"No, but I heard the reviews weren't great. Good idea, but kinda sleazy. Something like that."
"Like lots of movies. And stories," Miranda said.
Twenty minutes later she leaned against me. "I love it when you scratch my back like that. Don't stop."
My fingertips and nails continued to lightly scratch the contours of her back and shoulders underneath her t-shirt. "What do you think of this guy in the movie, waking up the hot girl so he can have sex with her?" I asked.
"You mean do I think he's a pervert? Is that what you would do?"
I smiled. "Maybe it is. Actually, I'd wake up all the hot girls."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, why have one girl's bum to play with, when you could have many?"
Miranda laughed and leaned forward to lie across my lap, face down. She turned her head to look at the screen, and reached back and pulled the t-shirt up to expose her bottom. "Maybe one girl's bum is all you need."
I took the hint and rested my hand there.
Miranda squirmed and positioned herself so her bottom was directly on my lap, below my face. It was exciting that bum play seemed to turn her on as much as me and I felt my cock thicken. I got both hands and slowly kneaded the cheeks. Then I used my thumbs to press into each side of her spine on her lower back, to trace a line down the tailbone with each thumb, one after the other, and gently follow the crease between the sweet half-moons with my fingertips, but without going directly between them. It was an exquisite tease and I felt her heart thump with anticipation.
Then the massage continued with my hands and fingers, kneading into Miranda's buttocks while she sighed with pleasure. Each time my hands got close to each other while holding a cheek, I parted them to reveal her most secret opening. The darling girl groaned and lifted herself slightly, yearning for the touch of my fingers on that super sensitive spot.
Finally, I gave her what we both craved. "Oh, look at it," I sighed, and pulled the cheeks wide open and leaned forward to drool spit right down onto it. I took a thumb and gently pressed on the sweet bud.
"Oh god!"
"Yes, that's the spot, isn't it?" I asked.
"Oh yes, right there."
I coated the thumb with saliva and moved it around. Then a slight increase in pressure and the tightness gave way a little. I maintained the pressure to slowly, slowly allow the muscle to push inwards. Then the tip of my thumb suddenly eased into her rectum, up to the first joint.
Miranda let out a low moan. "So good."
I placed one hand on her lower back as I eased my thumb gently in and out. Miranda pushed back in response.
"I think," I said, shifting to reposition my hardening cock, "I've had enough of this movie and we should go to bed."
"Yes," Miranda sighed.
"Come on." I eased her off my lap and the couch and turned everything off. The darling girl waited for me, then put her hand on my waist as we made our way towards the stairs.
I placed my hand on her lower back, then down again between those cheeks to touch her anus with my middle finger. It remained there the whole time we walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom we were naked in seconds.
And did I feel any guilt about her there, right next to my marriage bed? Not a bit. Did Miranda, a young lady in another woman's bedroom, in another woman's place, feel any guilt? No sign of it. There was only desire and excitement for both of us.
I lowered the lights and we slipped into bed and immediately Miranda was in my arms and I cuddled and kissed her and it was beautiful. My hands were all over her back and bum, then down to her inner thigh to trace along that beautifully sensitive skin to her pussy. I cupped her precious mound, slipped a finger into the wet slit, took it out and tasted it. Miranda's fingers wrapped around my cock and I stiffened with need for her. She reached under to feel my swollen balls and, oh, sweet naughty girl, further back to return that most intimate touch.
I pulled the covers back and kissed her, and her neck, tits, down to her tummy. Miranda moaned out loud and threw her arms above her head when I went there, my tongue desperate for the girl-woman pussy taste. I parted those lips with the tip of my tongue, probed into her, then up, to flick against the clit and bring her towards orgasm again. But not yet for my precious girl. I got on my knees and reached over to the bedside table to get the lube from the top drawer.
Miranda seized the opportunity and brought her head up to take my cock in her mouth. Was it her first one? Maybe, but I didn't mind her inexperience because the sight of my cock in her mouth was excitement enough and I hardened ferociously. I eased myself from her mouth and stood at the side of the bed.
And Miranda, sweet darling Miranda, turned over onto her tummy and rested on her elbows to show me the curve of her back and bum. She looked up to me with her big brown eyes full of mischief.
"We're going to do it like this, aren't we?" she asked.
"Oh god honey, I so want to. It will make my cock explode up inside you. Are you sure?"
"Yes. Please do it."
I pumped the dispenser and coated my cock with the lube, then lay on top of Miranda and pulled the covers up over my back. I placed a lube covered finger at the opening of her rosebud and massaged it around.
"Okay honey, I'll put it in now."
My knob ached for the feel of her insides. I pressed it forward against her tightest opening. "Okay baby, yes, you can feel it there? Good. I'll just hold it there for a bit. You can feel the lube? I'll press it in now."
"Ooh!"
"Sweet baby, ssh. Yes, that's it. Do you feel it pushing inside?"
"Yeah."
"There." I slid in to the sweetest tightest hole. My fucking god. My whole knob and shaft were suddenly gripped by tight anal muscles that spasmed around it. No wonder some boys blew their load as soon as they got inside their first little honey, especially this way. I took a breath and pushed forward. Goddamn it felt good. I eased my cock back out, then another push forward. Miranda moaned under me.
"That's it. You feel it going deep?"
"Yes, please don't stop."
"I won't, baby."
I pushed Miranda into the centre of the bed and then spread her arms out so I could place my own on top and intertwine her fingers with mine. Then I placed my arms on either side of her and raised myself so I could gently pump into her lovely bum -- the ultimate act of sodomy. No one could hear, but I wanted to whisper.
"You feel so good to me Miranda. You'll be my special girl, won't you?"
"Yes. I don't want to go home. I want to stay with you and do this all the time. Ooh yes, right up there. Do it this way every time."
"I want to make that happen, baby. I don't want you to go either. I want to take care of you."
"Yes."
I continued to pump into her, to love her.
"Will you be my baby girl?"
"Yes. Will you be..."
"Mm, you know I want you to say it honey, don't you?" The slow probing into her silky heat was fucking delicious.
"Yes."
I was real close now, as her anal muscles tightened on my swollen knob and her own orgasm approached. "Please say it, Miranda. You'll make me come if you say it. You'll make me come a lot my baby girl."
"Do you want to come now?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm nearly there."
"Come in me, Daddy."
"Oh my sweet baby Miranda, Daddy will come so hard!"
My fucking became frantic, now our deepest desires were in the open and we both wanted it and gorgeous sweet Miranda was under me and she wanted my Daddy cum up her bum.
"Aaah!"
I heaved and pumped and then it hit me and my tongue felt thick and lolled outside my mouth and I drooled and squirted deep inside the gorgeous girl. I felt her shudder as I shut my eyes and arched my back and the release of tension absolutely fucking drained my balls.
Finally I collapsed and lay there on top of her and pushed my arms underneath to place one hand on a sweet tit and the other flat over her tummy. I felt I was still leaking inside her when I started to go soft.
After a few minutes I felt Miranda move and I slipped out of her with a very wet sound. The sheets would have to be washed in the morning, but so what.
Miranda turned and snuggled against me and my arms were around her again and I kissed her.
"You know, my wife has left me. It's over," I said.
Miranda looked at me. "For real?"
"Yes. And what's happened tonight makes me realise my marriage can't be saved. And I don't want this to be a fling or anything. I really mean it. I want you to be mine."
Miranda hugged me again. "I want it too. I want you to take care of me."
"Well, that's settled then," I said. "You stay with me tonight and tomorrow we'll think about some plans, so we can be together all the time."
"You don't have any kids, do you?"
"No, never happened."
"Shame, you'd make such a good Daddy."
"Well, I guess this is the best of all worlds. Not being your real dad, but your Daddy lover. I'll take care of you and protect you and make love to you." I kissed her forehead. "And not worry about getting you pregnant."
"I like the sound of that."
"Me too honey. Me too."
We shifted sideways in the bed to get the most comfortable position for Miranda to snuggle against my chest and for me to get both arms around her tight. My brain was full of thoughts as we drifted into sleep. No doubt there would be uproar with her family, and the school. But my marriage was pretty much fucked already, so that part was done. I wanted to take care of this sweet girl more than anything in the world. Probably I'd wake up horny in the middle of the night and gently turn her onto her tummy and love her anally again. And again in the morning. But now was the time to keep her safe and warm. I took the arm that rested on the back of Miranda's head and reached over and switched off the bedside light, before I brought it back and placed it protectively around her.
Outside, I could hear the rain come down hard again.
Miranda looked at me with surprise as I mentioned calling her "honey." She seemed to enjoy the nickname, as indicated by her smile.
During the short drive home, Miranda revealed her white dance top with thin straps over her shoulders, bringing the teacher's attention to her teenage figure.
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