Daughter On Top – Chapter 3

For the next few days, little Jolyne could think about anything except
fucking. One day, when her mother was at work, Jolyne looked out the
window and saw Ted Moore pulling into his driveway. Ted was a young man
of twenty or twenty one who lived next door with his parents. Watching
him as he entered the house, Jolyne suddenly decided he would be the
ideal guy to pop her cherry.

After taking off her panties, the youngster hurried next door and rang
the doorbell.

“Hi, Ted,” smiled the cute youngster when he opened the door.

“Hello, Jolyne,” he grinned, his eyes immediately drawn to her bra-less
tits that were rolling around under the thin material of the dress she
was wearing.

“I-I need help,” she nervously stammered, her soft warm eyes pleading up
to him. “Our power has gone out and I don’t know a darned thing about
the fuse box.”

“Let me put this milk away,” he answered. “I was just starting to fix
lunch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”

“That’s okay,” he replied. “Just let me put this milk back in the
fridge.”

Quickly putting it away, he followed the youngster across the lawn to
her house.

“Where’s the fuse box?” he asked as they entered.

“It’s in the utility room, just off the kitchen,” Jolyne replied,
leading him through the house, her bare young thighs provocatively
exposed beneath the short dress she was wearing.

Indicating the door to the utility room, Jolyne watched him leave. When
he was gone, she quickly hopped up on the counter top of the sink.
Deftly raising her skirt and opening her thighs, she made certain that
he couldn’t miss the sight of her nakedly exposed pussy when he
returned.

He’d only been gone a few seconds when the stove light came back on,
indicating that the power had been restored.

“It was the breaker switch,” he called from the other room.

Jolyne smiled, knowing that she’d pulled the switch herself.

“Now, Jolyne, if you ever–” he stopped short as he walked back into the
room, his eyes immediately drawn to her exposed cunt.

“Yes?” she coyly smiled.

“If y-you ever h-have trouble again–” he stammered, trying to regain
his composure, “it’s the switch on the bottom left.”

“Gee, I sure appreciate this,” she smiled, sensually swinging her legs
as she sat up on the counter top.

“It was no trouble,” he blurted, his eyes nervously glancing at her
deliciously exposed pussy.

“Do you like it?” she suddenly whispered, spreading her thighs even
farther apart.

“Like what?” he stammered.

“My pussy, dummy,” she giggled. “Do you like it?”

Ted just stared at her, not knowing how to answer her frank and
startling question.

“Well,” she persisted. “I saw you staring at it. Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” he finally admitted. “I-I guess so.”

“Does it give you a hard-on?” she teased.

“Of c-course not,” he stammered. “You’re just a little girl.”

“I’ll bet you got a hard-on.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, kid,” he grinned. “But I don’t.”

“Prove it.”

“What!” he gasped.

“Let me feel it,” giggled Jolyne.

“Hell, no!”

“Please,” she whispered, suddenly reaching over and grasping his crotch.
“See how hard it is. I knew it was.”

A delicious tremor raced through the young man’s body at the feel of her
warm little hand pressing against his throbbing prick.

“Knock that shit off!” he snapped, pushing her hand away.

“Okay,” she replied. “But your cock sure got hard from looking at a
little kid’s twat. I’ll bet you’d really like to fuck me.”

“Don’t be stupid.” He laughed. “I’m too smart to mess around with jail
bait.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I’m sorry I brought the subject up. But why don’t
you stay and have a bite of lunch with me?”

“No thanks,” he mumbled. “I think I’d better get out of here.”

“I was just gonna make some hot dogs,” beamed the youngster, jumping
down from the counter. “Please stay.”

“No thanks,” he answered, turning to leave.

“You’ll be sorry,” she giggled, reaching for one of the big weenies on
the counter. “You don’t know all the neat things I can do to a hot dog.”

Smiling teasingly at the young man, Jolyne slipped the end of the weenie
between her full, moist lips and sensually slid it into her mouth.

Ted stared as if he were in a trance as she suggestively wrapped her
moist slippery lips around its fat length and began slowly pumping it in
and out of her mouth, her teasing eyes looking directly into his.

“Mmmmmm, what I can’t do to a weenie,” she sighed, removing it from her
mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of the
obscene-looking object.

Ted knew he should get out of the house, but he just stood frozen,
watching the weenie slither back into the brazen little girl’s hot open
mouth.

Winking suggestively at the youth, she made wet slurping sounds as she
sucked on it while her fingers wantonly stroked the part that was
protruding from her mouth.

“I wish you’d stay,” she whispered, slowly removing it from between her
lips with an erotic slurping sound.