26-year-old Danny was married to Amanda who was 8 years older than him. Her three daughters, now aged 15, 13, and 10, were all living with them. He had been having sexual relations on a regular basis with the two oldest girls but knew he had to make some changes.
Artist 4 - Maryanne

26-year-old Danny was married to Amanda who was 8 years older than him. Her three daughters, now aged 15, 13, and 10, were all living with them. He had been having sexual relations on a regular basis with the two oldest girls but knew he had to make some changes.

It was a rough Sunday night. I woke up often from dreams about the girls, mostly about little Patty. I had made my decision. I was not going to violate Patty. She was just too young.

Life went on as usual, like it had the prior week. In the mornings I would fuck my oldest stepdaughter Natalie. In the afternoon, when the other two girls came home from summer school I would have Natalie watch Patty while I took Donna down to my basement bedroom to fuck. That evening my wife and I would usually have sex. When we did it was not as good because I was tired and felt used up. If it wasn't for the fact that I was so young I probably couldn't survive it. Even so, I was becoming exhausted, trying to keep up with it all. By the end of the week I had had enough.

In my own bed with Natalie Friday morning, just after having a truly wonderful yet tiring round of sex, I told her, "As much as I love being with you like this Natalie, I can't keep up anymore. I have to stop, at least for a while."

"If you stop fucking me I'm not going to keep Patty occupied just so you can fuck Donna," she warned. But I had already considered that.

"I know. It wouldn't be fair to ask that of you anyway. Besides, I am stopping it with Donna too," I informed her. "I just can't continue, physically I can't. I need a rest. I might not even start it up again. I've given this a lot of thought. You need to start thinking about boys your own age. You have the experience now. You are a knockout and shouldn't have any trouble at all in that department. I just can't go on like this. Please, please understand."

"I guess I do. I don't like it, but I understand. You better not be humping Donna behind my back though," she stated firmly.

"Today is the last day. I'm going to tell her too. She won't be as understanding so I may need your help in convincing her," I forewarned.

That afternoon, after Donna and I had, yes, amazing sex, I broke the bad news to her just like I had with Natalie. She was not happy at all and brought up the threat of revealing all to her mother, my wife Amanda.

"If you see the need to tell her then I can't stop you. I just know that I can't go on like this. It is too much for me physically. I'm not sleeping, I'm always tired, and I am actually starting to have trouble performing in bed."

"Yes, I've noticed that," she quipped.

"Smart ass," I replied, as I gave her a swat on her bare butt.

"OK, if you are stopping with Natalie too, then I guess that's fair," Donna conceded. "For how long?"

"I don't know. A month, 6 months, forever, I don't know. Listen Donna, you should be with boys your own age. With what you know about sex, you could seduce anyone you wanted. Hell you could probably seduce your teachers if you wanted to, not that I'm suggesting it. Just please, give me a break. I'm dying here. It is just too much. Besides, look at all the money I'll save from not having to buy condoms," I joked.

"Very funny. We didn't use that many. OK, you have your reprieve. But don't be fucking Natalie or the deal is off," she warned me.

"Fair enough," I agreed.

It took me nearly a week to fully get back to my old self, where I was sleeping well, feeling good, and could really enjoy the occasional sex with my wife. I also felt better about myself, now that I had stopped having sex with my stepdaughters. Even my former thoughts about Patty had fallen to the wayside. Life was good again.

Things went on fairly calm through the summer. I was actually surprised, pleasantly so but surprised nonetheless, that I didn't get any grief from Natalie or Donna. It was as if they just needed some reasonable way to terminate our sexual relationship to get on with their lives. Natalie had gotten a part-time summer job and was talking lately about this guy she liked at work. After Donna's summer school was out she spent most of her days at a girlfriend's house. So life went on.

In mid August our youngest, Patty, turned 11. She would be going to middle school now that she was entering the 6th grade in the fall. It held the 6th through 8th grades. As Patty did each year, she wanted to go to the county fair. It had a large amusement park section that catered to the kids and young adults. But this year was different. Patty felt like she was really growing up and didn't want to go with her family. She wanted to be like the other kids her age and not have to be chaperoned by her parents or even her sisters. Natalie and Donna didn't care, as they wanted to run off by themselves anyway. But Amanda, her mother, was absolutely against it.

"You are still too young Patty," her mother argued.

"But Mom, I'll be embarrassed having you with me the whole time," Patty complained. "What if my friends see me with you?"

Amanda stayed firm. "I don't care, you can't go running around alone."

"I won't be alone. I'll be with my friends."

"No, Patty," Amanda repeated.

"I'd rather go with Danny than you," she blurted out, half crying. "At least he doesn't look old."

"Whoa! Keep me out of it," I said, throwing up my hands. I didn't think my wife, 8 years older than me at age 34, looked old. Nor did I think I looked young at 26. But kids see things differently.

There was a silent pause from everyone. Amanda looked hurt. "Well...honey?" She gave me that questioning look that really meant 'Please do this.'

Patty looked at me too, with those puppy-dog eyes and puffed-out lower lip that kids give you when they want something from you. "Please Danny," Patty said.

"OK, fine," I conceded.

"Thanks honey," Amanda said as Patty joined in by hugging me.

"But you have to stay with Danny the whole time, no exceptions," Amanda warned. "You are not to go running off with your friends. If that doesn't work for you then you're not going at all. Agreed?"

"Yes Mom, yes," she promised. I was just worried whether or not I could make her keep that promise. It would be my hide if she didn't.

We got to the fair around 11:00 AM. I made an agreement with Patty that if she would go with me through the exhibits until noon, which I loved to do each year, then I would buy her lunch and then let her do anything she wanted until the fair closed. Being Saturday night it stayed open until 1:00 AM in the morning. In this way I could finish the inside exhibits before they closed and perhaps get through the outside exhibits later as they stayed open late.

True to her word she stayed right with me as we walked through and visited a good portion of the booths, signing up for all the free stuff I could, even though I knew Amanda would be mad at me when the phone calls started coming in the following week from all the sales people. If you have done this you know exactly what I mean. I should have gotten there an hour earlier and I could have finished all the booths. But I had promised Patty we would quit at noon.

Our lunch consisted of a buffalo burger, fries and a drink. After we finished Patty said, "OK, its my turn now, right? I get to do whatever I want, just as long as you go with me."

"Well not to the bathroom of course but as long as I'm with you, yes, that's right," I agreed. She laughed.

"You are going to have to ride all the rides with me. Do you think you're up to it?" she asked. "Its OK if you want to sit them out and just let me go alone." I guess she had to try at least once to shake me.

I wasn't sure if I could do it but I didn't want her to think I was scared or anything. "Yep I'm up to it, I can handle anything."

"OK, first we are going to get an all-access pass to the rides. So let's go." We walked over to a ticket booth and got the passes. They were bands that went around your wrist. One price and all the rides were free. The bands weren't cheap but at least we didn't have to deal with tickets.

We had just stepped away from the ticket booth when we heard, "Hi Patty, where's your mom?" We looked up and saw two girls standing there. One looked Patty's age, pretty but nothing special. The other girl, though still young was clearly a year or two older. She had long black hair, which stood out in contrast to her light complexion and blue eyes. She was a couple of inches taller than Patty but still probably in the low 5 foot range. She had on short shorts and a t-shirt that showed off her small but perky breasts. She smiled at me and I hoped she didn't notice me staring at her as I quickly moved my eyes away from her chest and to her face.

"My mom didn't come this year," Patty said. "This is my...uh," Patty hesitated. I knew that telling her friends that she was with her dad would be just as bad as being with her mom. So I stepped in with the only viable solution.

"Boyfriend," I said. "I'm Danny, Patty's boyfriend."

"What are you a pedophile or something," the first girl said, sneering at me.

"Jennifer, shut up," the older girl said. "That was rude. Excuse my younger sister. She's being a jerk. Hi, I'm Maryanne, Jennifer's older sister. If Patty hasn't said, Jennifer and Patty are classmates. They'll both be going to my school next year. I'll be in the 8th grade." She put her hand out to greet me. I shook it. She didn't have that limp fish handshake nor the vise grip kind, but rather a nice firm squeeze that lasted just a moment.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," I said. "Patty and I have been dating this summer. I did some yard work for her mom around the house. That's how Patty and I met. I look older than I really am. But all the hard work has put some muscles on me. That's why her mom let me go with Patty. I scare off the older kids." We all laughed. "Are you two here for the duration?"

"Yeah, well I am anyway," Maryanne said. "Jennifer has to leave by 10:00 PM but I get to stay until closing. Maybe we'll see you guys around later."

"Sure, have fun," I said as Patty and I walked off, me with my arm around Patty's waist like a good little boyfriend.

When we were far enough away Patty said, "Wow, that was amazing. Thank you so much. But how are we going to keep them believing that you're my boyfriend, unless you act like it?"

"What do you mean, I've got my arm around you," I told her, a little confused.

"That's good and all and it will work for a while. But boyfriends do more than that, especially later this evening when the sun goes down."

I was afraid of what she really meant. "I'm not sure I'm following you."

"At some point you are going to have to kiss me and it can't be on the cheek. What are we going to do about that?" she asked.

"You are saying that I have to kiss you, on the lips?" I suggested.

"Yes, you idiot. You did say you would do whatever I wanted the rest of the night, right?" she reminded me.

"Yes, I did say that," I told her. "But I wasn't really thinking it meant that."

"Well you're the one that jumped in about the boyfriend thing so you are going to have to make it believable. That's what I want. If you goof this up it will ruin me. You have to make them believe it and you might as well start now. Remember, you promised you would do anything. So kiss me."

How do I get myself into these messes? I leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips, holding there for only a few seconds.

"That was pathetic," Patty said. "She reached up and put her hand to the back of my head. Pulling me down to her again she kissed me hard on the lips, holding me there for at least a quarter minute. I felt her sucking at first and then she opened her mouth. I opened mine to her and we worked our lips together in a passionate kiss that I didn't understand how Patty could even know how to do, let alone do it. But she was actually pretty good at kissing. "Now that's a kiss." I had to agree. "So let's go on some rides."

For the next couple of hours or so we rode one crazy wild ride after another. I wasn't quite as enthused about all the "fun" as Patty was but all in all it wasn't half bad. Every now and then we would see a friend of Patty's and she would wave or say hi and then kiss me on the lips. We even saw Jennifer and Maryanne a couple of times and Maryanne was always sure to wave, I thought more to me than Patty. Patty didn't pass up an opportunity to demonstrate that I was her boyfriend.

By 4:00 PM we decided it was time to take another bathroom break. I got right in and out and saw that Patty was still waiting in line to just get inside. "I'll be around the corner looking at the wares," I told her. She waved me on, so I walked to the nearest booth.

"That cowboy hat would look good on you," a voice said to me.

I turned and saw that it was Maryanne standing there. "Hi Maryanne. Where's your sister," noticing she was alone.

"Oh she had to use the restroom," Maryanne said.

"Patty too," I laughed.

"So are you having fun?" she asked me.

"Oh sure, I guess. Some of the rides are pretty wild," I told her.

"I meant with Patty. No matter what you say, you do look a little old for her. Just in case you find yourself in need of a little more mature company some night just give me a call." She took my hand and wrote her cell number onto my palm. "Call me any time." She walked off leaving me staring at her number. I don't know why but I read it over and over, memorizing it. I then rubbed it off of my hand just before Patty walked up. Of course, that was why.

"Let's grab something to eat and then maybe do some of the calm stuff like the house of mirrors and the haunted house."

I agreed. There was a nice American-Greek food booth and we each had one of their famous Gyro sandwiches. The slow-cooked beef was delicious.

A half hour later we found ourselves in the house of mirrors. It was actually kind of fun though not that difficult to find your way through, just by looking at the top edge of the wall. The haunted house was a bit more fun for me. There were several places that I thought I could step off the path and hide from everyone's view. Maybe jump out and scare some unsuspecting kid, or use the hiding place to really show Patty what it was like to have a boyfriend. I had had a few of those thoughts during the day, each time trying to admonish myself that I shouldn't be thinking like that. But it was hard; kissing Patty got my blood flowing. Each time she kissed me I felt myself, my body, my loins get a little more excited than the last time. I would scold myself but it didn't seemed to help much. If this kept on the rest of the evening I thought that I might end up doing something to Patty that I would forever regret.

"Let's go on the tunnel of love ride," Patty said as she guided me to the end of the line.

"Are you sure Patty," I asked, realizing that Maryanne and her sister Jennifer were walking over to us, getting in line behind us.

"You guys having fun," Maryanne asked.

"Oh yeah," Patty replied. "Are you going on the this ride too?"

"Not with my sister," Maryanne flatly stated.

"Oh come on, you can ride right behind us," Patty argued.

"That ride is for a guy and a gal, not two sisters," Maryanne argued. I was relieved to know that she wasn't going to be sitting in the boat behind us. But Patty wasn't done yet.

"Come you two. I'll tell you what, if you go on the ride together then I'll let each of you take a ride afterwards with my boyfriend Danny. He won't mind, will you Danny?" Patty looked at me for approval, I thought, or was I supposed to say that I wouldn't ride with anyone but Patty. I wasn't sure so I just nodded yes.

"Agreed," Maryanne quickly said before anyone else could change their minds.

But Jennifer did, "I'm not riding with him." I wasn't sure what Jennifer had against me but she didn't like me at all.

"I'll take her ride then so that's two rides for me after this ride with Jennifer, just as you promised Patty." Maryanne had worked herself a deal.

"I uh, well OK," Patty agreed. She turned to me and whispered in my ear. "We are going to make this look good. Do you understand?" I nodded yes.

As soon as our boat went through the opening Patty turned to me and said, "Now you have to make out with me like you are really my boyfriend. We have to make sure they are convinced. You could see the boat ahead of you every once in a while so I knew that Maryanne and Jennifer would be able to see us. I put an arm around Patty and began kissing her for all she was worth. I thought of all the times I had made love to her sisters and I got hard. My body decided to take advantage of the situation. Slipping my hand under her blouse I let it glide up her stomach to her chest. She didn't stop me or break our kiss. With my fingers I lifted her training bra and let my hand slide across her tiny breasts and little buds. She moaned as I massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. She took a hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants, making me throb to her touch.

I was getting hot but didn't want to get caught as we neared the exit, so I stopped, just in time to the blast of daylight as we ended the ride. "Wow, that was...rather nice," Patty said, sort of in a daze.

"For me too, Patty," I concurred. "Do you think we fooled them?

"I think we did." She had this glazed look on her face.

"I'll try to get through these two rides so we can get back to having some fun together," I told her.

"Well, let's get in line," Maryanne said as she walked to the end of the line for our first of two rides together through the tunnel of love. We chitchatted a bit about the day as we moved closer to the starting point. When our time arrived we got in and to make the ride more comfortable I found it easiest to put my arm around her resting my hand on the seat, not touching her outer shoulder.

Once we were through the opening doors she turned and said, "I think you need to kiss me." She wasn't shy at all.

"I uh, I don't think, uh..." I wasn't sure what to say or do.

"This is the tunnel of love," she explained, and then lifted herself up and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss that left me staring at her. Without thinking I leaned down and kissed her back. It was only a few seconds before I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. God this girl really knew how to kiss. Open mouth but not too wide, just the right amount of tongue, not too much, in there for only a short time, the right amount of suction, of movement of the lips. I tried to do my best with her too but always felt like she was better than me, that I was getting the better end of the deal.

She turned slightly in the seat and put her hand on my groin. That's when I noticed that I was hard as rock. She broke our kiss and said, "Hmmm, we may have to do something about that later, don't you think?" She didn't have time for much else as the ride ended and she quickly sat back in her seat like a good little girl. I looked up and saw Patty standing there with a big grin on her face.

We got off the boat and walked towards the end of the line to go again. "One more time," I mouthed to Patty as we walked by. She just nodded.

This time, once through the opening, Maryanne reached down and undid the zipper on my jeans. Pulling out my now semi-hard cock she leaned down and took it in her mouth. My God it felt good. Her small mouth took in the head and halfway down my shaft. She bobbed up and down on me a few times and had me hard. Lifting up her head she kissed me on the mouth while her right hand jacked me off.

"We don't have enough time here to finish this now. How about later tonight? Dump Patty and I'm all yours," she whispered in my ear. "We better get you fixed up before this ride ends," she said as she stuffed my hard dick back in my pants and zipped me back up. "Do you still have my number?" I said it to her from memory and she smiled. "Don't forget it."

"What about Jennifer?" I asked.

"Our Mom is picking her up at 10:00 PM, a good time for Patty to go home don't you agree?"

"Yes, I'll see what I can arrange," I told her. What the fuck was I doing? I was making a date with a 13-year-old girl whom I had convinced that I was in high school. Here I was a 26 (nearly 27) year-old married man. But I couldn't get Maryanne out of my head, either head really as I realized I still had a hard on.

Patty and I did some more rides together, fast and slow. Every chance I got I had her eating something, mostly candy type foods. Around 8:00 PM I told her that she needed to eat some more real food and got her to eat another meal followed by a hot sliced apple, covered with ice cream. I ate some supper but secretly tossed out most of my food, some on the ground, some in the trash. I nibbled on the desert, letting her eat most all of it. Then it was time to go on some of the wildest rides there. I had to force her on the last couple of rides, as she wasn't feeling all that great. By 9:30 PM she was barfing up most of the junk she had eaten. She wanted to go home. I don't know how but I convinced her mother to come and get her and let me finish out the night. I told her that I hadn't got a chance to finish going through all the booths. I had finished those inside the pavilion but hadn't gone through the ones outside and they were still open. I told her I would be home later. Amanda bought it all, just wanting to get Patty home.

It was nearly 10:00 PM when I dialed Maryanne's number. I didn't know if anything was going to happen. But just in case I had moved the condom I had in my wallet into my other back pocket for quick retrieval. "Yes," the voice said in my ear.

"It's me, Danny," I said. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, and you?" she asked back.

"Yes. Where are you now?" I asked.

"No, tell me where you are and I'll come to you."

I looked at the sign on the ride next to me. "I'm by the Whirly-Bird."

"Just stay where you are, I'm almost there," she said.

I looked around me but just saw masses of kids. "I don't see you in the crowd."

Just then I felt an arm go around my waist and the voice on the phone say, "Beware of young girls. They'll try to seduce you."

Of course it had to be Maryanne behind me but I kept up the facade with the phone. "But there is a girl I know who will protect me. Her name is Maryanne."

"Oh she is the worst of them all. She will take you and use you up. But even then you will be begging her for more." Maryanne held me tight around the waste. I felt her body pressed against my back, her two separate breasts hard, poking me.

"Maybe I want to be abused," I said into the phone.

"Then let's get started," she said. I heard the phone click off. I turned around and looked at Maryanne smiling at me.

"There is a place in the haunted house that I would like to show you," I told her.

"Then lead the way," she said, taking my hand in hers. She interlaced her fingers in mine and it just felt good, like here was someone that really cared for me. It was crazy I know, but that's the emotion I got from it.

We entered the haunted house and I took her to the spot I had noticed before, where we could step off the path and hide behind a wall in a little cubbyhole. Once there we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. I reached in my pants and pulled out the condom, just holding it in my hand. After a few minutes she had my pants dropped down to my knees. I hadn't even noticed that she had dropped her own shorts on the floor as well. I took that moment to slip on the condom. She hopped up and wrapped her bare legs around my waist. Taking my hard shaft in her hand she guided her body down so that I was at her opening. Without another hesitation she dropped herself down onto me. It only took her a few lifts and drops to sink me totally inside of her. She was warm and moist, enough so that she easily slid up and down my shaft. This was not the first time this girl had been fucked. She knew what she was doing.

Her ass was soft to my touch. It was as if I was holding a baby in my hands. I guess at 13 she wasn't all that grown up. I held her there on her bare butt as she repeatedly rose and dropped back down onto me. She held onto my shoulders and was breathing heavy when I announced that I couldn't hold it much longer.

"Don't cum yet," she whispered as she kept fucking me.

I tried to hold on but a minute later I said again, "I can't hold out much longer."

"Not yet. Don't cum yet," she warned.

I held off but knew she only had seconds before I would cum no matter what she said. Finally she squeezed me tight and said between gasps, "OK, now."

Her orgasm wasn't any too soon as I exploded while holding myself deep inside of her pussy. If it wasn't for the condom I would have filled that little girl. Her tight vagina spasmed around my cock and squeezed out every last drop I had until we both got our breath back.

"That was magnificent," I told her.

"That was life in prison for you if anyone ever finds out," she replied. "Don't worry, I'm not telling anyone. But don't expect that to be our last time. You can play boyfriend with Patty, but know that I'm the one to come to when you want to get fucked." Maryanne kissed me again before we quickly got dressed.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now we explore this place," she said. "We have almost three hours alone before the fair closes. I don't want to waste them. You're young enough. You should be able to get it up soon. Don't you think?"

We smiled and walked out of the haunted house.

The End (for now)

anonymous readerReport

2013-08-05 15:35:28
Gyro meat is a mixture of Lamb & Beef.

Unknow userReport

2013-04-23 05:08:53
Love this story its alsome.

anonymous readerReport

2012-09-12 03:17:11
another 13yr old is nice and u shouldn't have bothered with the condom...but not sure how u can stop from taking patty!! she wants it and she is going to be the best one of all these girls, well thats as long as she doesn't bring any younger friends over...

anonymous readerReport

2012-09-08 16:27:02
wow what a story!!!!!

Anonymous readerReport

2010-04-11 13:36:28
Fuckin A. I loved it.

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