She was 18 but looked like 10

I sat at my computer and opened the e-mail that I only used for my sexual things. For the last couple of years I have had an ad on one of the largest adult dating sights and have gotten lucky a few times. The first few e-mails were the generic ones saying look at me on my web site or buy this product to make you bigger. They went straight into the trash. But then I came to one that said it was a contact from someone on the adult site that I had my ad on.

I opened it and anxiously read it. “Hi, my name is Beth. I just had my eighteenth birthday and for a long time I have had a fantasy about being fucked by someone old enough to be my grandfather and pretending that it is him while we are doing it. I read your ad and looked at your picture. I think you’re cute and I liked what you said in your ad. I’m a petite girl that looks younger than I am. I’m only 5’1″ and weigh 91 pounds. People tell me that I’m cute. I’m not a virgin and I bet I can make you feel really good in bed. Would you be interested in making my fantasy come true, Grandpa? I have not put an ad on the website and can’t send photos using their contact program so here is a link to a couple of pics of me. I’m sure you can figure out what it is from the way I wrote it. I’m looking forward to hearing back from you and spending some fun time with you between my legs, Grandpa. Kisses, Beth”

There was no doubt that I was interested so I clicked on the link hoping that it wasn’t a joke or virus. It was captioned “Lil Beth 18”. There were three pictures and no text. I checked again, as I was sure there was a mistake and I was looking at the wrong pictures. The first one was of a little girl in a cheerleader outfit out on a football field. She was jumping up with her legs spread wide and her arms out, holding pom poms. Her ponytails had flown up, as had her short skirt. You could see that she was not wearing panties. Her top did not show any sign of breasts. The second pic was of her in a tiny yellow bikini. The cloth triangles were just large enough to cover her tiny cunt and where her tits were supposed to be. The last one was of her, naked on a bed. It was shot from the foot of the bed. Her legs were spread, one finger was playing with her clit and her other hand was holding a dildo with her lips around the tip of it. Her beautiful little fuck hole was the center point of the photo. She had no pubic hair. I couldn’t know if she had shaved or if she had yet to grow any. In this picture I could see just the smallest amount of size to her boobs as they stood up a little bit off her chest, but they did have nice hard nipples topping them. I thought that there was no way that this girl was eighteen. This had to be a joke or a trap. The girl in these pictures was a beautiful little girl but she was a little girl.

I thought back to my second serious girlfriend, Dianna. She was two years my younger and went to a different school. We dated for a little over a year. She was 4’11” and weighed 90 pounds. At the time I was 6’0″ and weighed 147 pounds. Her mother had taught her that sex was awful but that her husband had a right to it and the wife had to let him do it to her. Dianna let me touch and play with her pussy and the beginnings of her tits but never let me fuck her till the last time we were together before I left for college. She was hoping that this would keep our relationship together even though we would be a thousand miles apart for some time. Well, I never saw her again after that day.

I wrote back to Beth and asked her if she had sent me the wrong pictures. Maybe these were of her kid sister and she had sent the wrong file. She wrote back, “Yup, that’s me, Grandpa. Do you want me?” What could I say but, “Fuck yes.” I coded my e-mail address so that she could figure it out but that it would not be deleted by the website’s programming. We exchanged several more e-mails. I thought about living out two fun fantasies, Incest and being sexually with a very young girl. I told her that my name was Bill even though that was not my real name. It turned out that she lived in another town about fifteen miles from me. I didn’t want to just meet her in secret for a quick fuck. I wanted to spend some time with her and have a good time together. But we both felt that if we were seen together by people we knew in either town, that people would talk.

It turned out that I had a timeshare condo that was in a resort area about a two hour drive away. I asked her to spend a weekend there with me. I told her that this would be good as nobody there would know either of us and when they saw us together, even if we were holding hands, they would only assume that we were father and daughter or something like that. Even if someone were to get the right idea, they were people that we would never see again, so who would care. She wrote back and agreed that it sounded like a good idea and a lot of fun. She told me to go ahead and make the plans. She said that even if we were to get asked for any reason, she had her driver’s license that proved she was old enough.

I called the resort and booked a one bedroom suite for Friday and Saturday nights the week after next. I told Beth and she told me a spot where I could pick her up that Friday afternoon. I told her what I would be driving. I still wondered if this might be a big joke and if she would really be there. I told my wife that I had to go to a training class for my work and would be in sessions almost all the time so there wasn’t any reason to take her with me.

We had been married for about forty years and we loved each other. Like all marrieds, our sex life had slowed and become much less intense with time although we still enjoyed sex a couple times a week. She had gotten a little loose down there and I had a problem keeping an erection because of it, as well as my advancing age, unless she worked hard at squeezing her vaginal muscles as I fucked her. Also, I had never felt that a little strange stuff on the side affected my love for her.

It was a cool day for summer in our area and there was a slight drizzle when I pulled up to where Beth had said to pick her up. She was there, standing in a covered bus stop. She was dressed like a catholic schoolgirl with a short plaid skirt, front buttoning white blouse and black and white saddle shoes. My heart jumped and so did my cock. I stopped and she ran out and got in my car and tossed her small overnight bag in the back seat. She reached over and hugged my arm and laid her head on my shoulder.