He had the perfect young girl. She was his to do with as he pleased. However, as he groomed her, something unexpected was happening to him.
The next morning, sunlight flooded Norman’s bedroom. After molesting Betty in his spare bedroom, he’d stumbled to his room, forgetting to close his curtains. Thoughts of the short chubby 14 year old girl and what he’d done to her the night before, caused his cock to grow hard.
Lightly touching the stiff shaft, he noticed their dried cum still coated his warm flesh. Crawling from his bed, the naked 58 year old man walked down the hallway toward his fuck-toy. Looking through the partially open doorway, he saw Betty’s head on the pillow, still asleep.
His mind floated back to the information he’d received the night before. Her father was obviously fucking her. He was also pushing dildos, more than one at a time, into her holes.
Norman’s hard cock throbbed, knowing the little girl’s ass had been probed at her daddy’s hands.
Walking to the side of her bed, Norman’s fingers slid over his 6” shaft as he looked down at the slumbering little one. “Morning Betty,” he said softly, waking her from a deep sleep.
Betty’s blue eyes opened. Blinking a few times, trying to focus on the object hanging near her face. “Oh… ah… hi Mr. Norman,” she stammered, her eyes locked on the unexpected site.
“Did you have a good night’s rest?” he asked with a caring grandfatherly tone, his hand still moving his thick probe close to her eyes.
“It was… nice, being in a bed… again,” she hesitantly confessed.
Slowly lowering the sheet which covered the young run-away’s body, her flabby A-cup tits and soft nipples came into view. “Do you want to stay with me for a while?” he asked, suggestively waving his cock close to her nose.
“I’d like… can I?” she replied with an innocent tone.
“Of course you can, Honey,” he confirmed, removing the sheet from her bed. Without giving her the opportunity to object he said, “I thought we should play for a while before we go shopping for those new clothes.”
Betty’s eyes sparkled excitedly, her head eagerly nodded. “Like last night? And you still won’t hurt me? And we can still buy new clothes?” she asked, the way little girls do, without taking a breath.
“Yes, Sweetie,” Norman chuckled, hearing her willingness to be molested by his depraved meat. “Betty, I’ll never intentionally hurt you. If something hurts you just tell me, and I’ll try to do it different. I want you to enjoy everything too,” he lied, “just like I do.”
Sitting on the top of the bed, he leaned against the wall. Spreading his legs wide, he maneuvered Betty’s face close to his balls. “Precious, your mouth felt really nice last night. Would you do that again?” Pushing the hard shaft toward the little girl’s mouth, the clear precum smeared across her lips.
Cautiously, Betty whispered, “No one’s ever called me… Precious, before.”
Norman smiled, as the head of his cock slid between her lips. Wrapping his hands around the back of her head, his fingers gripped her long blonde hair. “You’re very Precious,” he moaned, easing the thick tip of his molesting probe into her young throat.
“Ummmmmph,” Betty gagged, her pudgy body bouncing on the mattress.
“Sorry Honey,” Norman lied again, “I guess we need to practice doing that for a while. But I’m sure you can do it. A sweet little girl like you can do anything.”
Norman’s grip loosened, allowing Betty’s lips to slide from his perverted pole. “You think… I can? I mean without choking?”
The old man looked into her twinkling blue eyes. “Honey, with my help, I know you can. You’re a good girl, you can do anything you want to do.” Caressing her chubby cheeks, he asked manipulatively, “Would you like to practice this morning, before we go shopping?”
Betty’s elbows pressed against the mattress below her small hanging tits. The tiny fingers of her right hand slowly stretched around the base of Norman’s shaft. Pulling the head to her mouth, she nodded. “I just need to practice,” she giggled.
Norman’s fingers tightened around her hair again, following her head downward as Betty’s lips encircled the top of his cock. Easing her mouth lower, the young girl forced her throat around the old man’s molesting meat.
“Yes, honey,” he groaned, “Lower, deeper Betty. You’re such a good girl.”
Betty’s throat tightened around his thick shaft, her body frantically squirmed on the bed. Her round ass cheeks slammed shut as she willingly gagged.
Norman rocked his hips upward as he held her mouth on his jabbing cock. It’d taken him only a few hours of fake compassion to manipulate the chubby girl to this point.
Norman told himself, he’d been right about her… she was the perfect fuck-toy. Betty had no place to go. He’d keep her for as long as he wanted and do with her as he desired. All the while, making her think it was really… her idea!
Betty’s warm lips bobbed over his shaft. Her small tongue wiggled against his molesting meat.
Holding her head, Norman moaned, “Down… deeper… gaaag on my cock, Betty.” Pushing the little girl’s lips to the base of his probe, the head forced her throat open.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Norman groaned, his balls slapping the underside of her chin. Thick goo gushed down her throat, spilling into Betty’s tummy. “Drink my cum,” he demanded.
Betty’s flabby stomach raised above the mattress as the old man’s cum slid down her throat. Her finger’s gripped his thighs, gag-teared rolled across her cheeks. She was unable to breath.
When his final shot of depraved fluid pumped into Betty’s mouth, Norman pulled her head up. His semi-limp shaft slid across her tongue and fell from her lips. Raising her face, he looked into her watery eyes. “I’m proud of you, Precious,” he exclaimed with false compassion. “I knew you were a very talented… good little girl the moment I saw you in the movie theater.”
Thick throat slime oozed from Betty’s lips, running down her chin. A drop of white goo spilled from the corner of her mouth. With an innocent, hopeful tone, she asked, “You think I’m a… good girl? Even when I do… what I just did?”
“Honey,” Norman chuckled, “Doing what you just did… is what makes you a good girl. It’s the only thing that makes little girls… good girls!” Wiping the throat juices from her chin and lips, he pushed her mouth to his ball sack. “Betty, kiss my balls, then we’ll go shopping.”
With as much compassion as the little girl could express, her lips touched his ball sack. As she gently kissed a few times, Norman lay his limp shaft over her left cheek. “Betty, you really are a very good… little girl.”
Hours later, Betty carried four sacks of new clothes into her bedroom. Most were t-shirt, shorts and jeans. However, Norman had insisted on buying a few new pairs of panties. They were unlike any she’d ever had.
She didn’t understand why he’d wanted her to have them. They weren’t much more than tiny strings and they only covered… barely covered, her pussy! But he was a nice man, who wanted to do nice things for her. He wasn’t anything like her father.
After dinner, Norman asked if she’d like to lay on the couch with him. They could watch TV for a while. He’d suggested, if they took off their clothes, they could lay under a blanket… and snuggle.
Norman’s shirt and jeans dropped to the floor. Reclining on the couch, he extended his arms toward the shy young girl.
Betty knew what snuggling was, but her daddy had never done it with her. “You mean, you want to do that… with me? Lay against you… naked?”
“Of course,” Norman replied, slightly shocked at her surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Slowly pulling her blouse over her head, her long blonde hair fell over her firm nipples. Dropping her eyes toward the floor, she observed, “Because I’m… fat. Daddy told me men don’t like… piggy girls.” Standing motionless for a moment, her jeans finally fell around her ankles. Her stained pink panties slid down her thighs.
Always looking for moments to further groom his little fuck-doll, Norman explained, “Honey, I think you look beautiful. Being called a ‘piggy’ isn’t always a bad thing. A Piggy can be very… fun to fuck.” With a kind smile, he continued, “Lots of men like little girls with soft cuddly bodies. I do.”
Betty moved onto the couch. Her smooth plump ass cheeks pressed against his hard cock.
Norman realized what he’d just told the little girl might have been the first truthful thing he’d ever told her. Norman had always liked young girls with a few extra pounds!
Laying his left arm over Betty’s side, his hand slid across her tummy, his fingers gently rubbing the pudgy roll.
Betty’s hips wiggled slightly, moving her bottom’s mounds against his already precum oozing shaft.
Easing his right arm under her head, his hand cupped her left breast. For the next several minutes, with an almost tender grandfatherly touch, he fondled her tit and nipple. He heard Betty cooing as her butt cheeks involuntarily flexed against his leaking probe.
Sliding his left hand from her ample tummy, his fingers glided across her young hairless mound. Forcing his hand lower, his fingertip found her hidden clit. Pressing against the firm nub, he was pleasantly surprised. It was wet. Betty was enjoying… being molested.
“Honey,” he whispered in her left ear, “spread your legs. Lay your left leg on top of mine.”
Without a word, the little girl’s thighs parted, giving Norman’s fingers full access to her puffy pussy lips and slick clit.
Easing his two middle fingers into her eager cunt, he covered them with her little-girl juices. Pulling them from the warm hole, his finger’s crept downward. A moment later the slick fingertip touched, then slid into Betty’s tiny puckered hole.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she gasped, at the unexpected intrusion. “Daddy… does things to me there!”
Norman’s right hand continued massaging her soft tit, as he pulled her toward his chest. “I know he does, Betty. You daddy puts a dildo… a pretend penis into your butt, doesn’t he.” Norman’s middle finger pushed deeper into the little girl’s asshole.
“Um Hum,” she shyly acknowledged.
Norman took a breath. “Sweetie, has your daddy ever put his… cock, in your ass?”
The little girl quickly shook her head. “Oh, no… I mean, not yet.”
Norman pulled his finger from Betty’s butthole. “I’m glad, honey,” he truthfully whispered. Extending his fingers between her wide open legs, Norman guided the tip of his precum oozing probe to the little girl’s puckered opening.
“Please don’t,” Betty begged. “Not there. I’m just a little girl.”
The thick head of Norman’s cock touched her dark entrance. With slight pressure, his slick probe pushed into her tight virgin hole. Seconds later, 2” of the old man’s cock was buried inside the warm space.
“I know you’re a little girl,” Norman agreed. Slowly pushing his 6” cock’s length into Betty’s bottom, he whispered, “A very good little girl.”
The back of Betty’s head wiggled against his chest. Her sweet pudgy ass cheeks flexed as his shaft repeatedly slipped between her tight ass muscles. As the minutes passed, her loud groans and repeated objections to what he was doing to her, gradually subsided.
“Honey,” Norman asked, realizing he was strangely concerned what her answer would be, “I’m not hurting you… am I?” His fingers had moved back to her clit, moving in small circles as his cock pushed into her butt.
Betty moaned with each insertion of his cock. “I… its… OK,” she cautiously replied. “I like it… better than what daddy does.”
Norman’s thrusts slowly increased in speed and intensity. His orgasm was close… too close. This little girl had excited him more than he’d realized.
Squeezing her soft tit, he held her back and shoulders penned against his chest. Driving his hips upward as the two lay cuddled on the couch, his cock erupted deep in her dark cavity.
“Beeeeetty,” Norman moaned, the tone of his voice surprisingly compassionate. Slamming his hips against her soft chubby ass cheeks, his cock pumped wildly, hidden inside her young bottom.
His cum flowed into and filling the little girl’s virgin space.
“Are you… putting stuff… in my butt?” Betty shyly moaned. “It feels… I like it.”
A few more shots from Norman’s molesting meat into the little girl’s ass, and his cock began to shrink. He had all night, he’d make her cum soon. Right now, his only thought was to wrap his arms around her… the way a loving grandfather would.
As he cradled the plump girl’s quivering body, he began to wonder what was wrong with him. He’d never felt like this before!
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