Chapter 1: I'm 55, She's 17; What Man Could Resist?

I was on the dating site again when I got a ‘wink’ from a girl. An 18 year old girl.

At first I dismissed her as a scammer [there are lots of them], and I really wasn’t looking for someone that young. But she reminded me of a woman I once knew; and her location was in my own town. So I responded, and we started communicating.

I kept telling myself to stop, but her messages kept coming and her pictures were totally cute. Oriental, petite, long black hair.

She admitted to really being 17. She had a ‘daddy’ fantasy; she’d never met her actual father. I was 55 and really looking for a long term relationship, but I couldn’t get her face out of my head. We arranged to meet at a shopping mall.

I was nervous as I looked for her; was I being set up, or stood up? Were there really girls like her that were into guys like me? Was it about money?

Then I saw her, standing just where she said she’d be. She looked more nervous than I was. As far as I could tell, she was alone.

I hesitated at the other side of the food hall; she was small, really small. She looked even younger than she said she was. She was just a child; what the hell was I doing there?

Then she saw me. Her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I was trapped.

We sat on plastic chairs at a plastic table in the noisy crowded hall. She was beautiful, excited, afraid, talkative, and way too young. I liked her though; we connected almost immediately.

Her hair was in two thick braids that fell over her shoulders. She wore light makeup, a tight pink blouse, a wide belt, and a matching skirt. She was an American girl, third generation Vietnamese.

We talked for a while; I’d dated a lot of women, and Tym was easier to talk to than most of them. These things are hard to quantify, but you can say we “clicked”.

“Can I call you Daddy?” she whispered excitedly, leaning close.

“Ok,” I agreed, a little bit turned on by the weird kink.

“You look like a picture my grandma showed me of my father.” She confided. “Is that weird?”

“Yes, extremely weird.” I said.

She just grinned, the little dimples of her cheeks pressing some button deep within me. I didn’t think I wanted to bed this vivacious little girl, but I couldn’t tear myself away either.

We ate junk food then walked around the shopping mall together. She took my hand; what a strange and terrifying little girl.

We sat on a bench and talked some more. She told me a little about herself, and I started talking about my life to her too. I intentionally told her a story of my school days in the 70’s, emphasizing my age. She just gripped my hand tight and looked at me excitedly.

“Oh Daddy, I like that story.” She whispered in my ear, leaning close.

What did she really want? Sex? Money? Both? The fact was that I didn’t quite trust her. It just seemed too unlikely that a girl her age would really be into a guy my age. But what if she was?

I’m not a bad looking guy. I’m not really good looking either though. If she had been looking for a guy my age online, I was local. It was plausible.

I looked at her face; if she was faking it, she was a skilled actress. I pulled her skinny body a little closer.

“You have the sweetest eyes.” I told her.

Her face was tilted up, her mouth was pleading to be kissed. She was a child, a girl too young to know that love and sex usually lead to pain and betrayal. Did I dare take a chance on an assignation so unlikely as to verge on the impossible?

I kissed her mouth for several seconds. My cock surged, my heart did a little bounce. Shit, I thought to myself; this is a really bad idea.

I tore my old lips from her young ones and looked up. A woman was standing still in the busy concourse, staring at us with a look of shock and disgust.

“Let’s get out of here.” Tym said.

We took my car back to my place.

“Tell me what you feel.” I said to her when we were parked in the basement of my building. “Are you afraid?”

“Yes.” She admitted.

“Should I take you home?” I asked.

“No.” she said.

“Shall we go up then?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said.

I led her to the elevator. We faced each other silently as we ascended. It was so wrong, so completely wrong.

She wandered around my small apartment. She admired the view of the river. We talked some more, but we both knew why we were here. There was nothing more to say.

I stood behind her; I inhaled the scent of her black hair. I put my hands on her upper arms and squeezed lightly. She tilted her head back and looked up at me; she turned to face me and I embraced her slim body as her arms wrapped around me. She made a small sound of contentment as she pressed herself tight against me.

Her shoulders, back, neck, and ass were so small, so delicate. I felt like an ogre as I held her. She pressed her thigh between my legs, against my stiff rod. She giggled and looked into my eyes. The girl had me in her power; I’d do as she wished.

“It’s big.” She whispered with shining eyes.

My cock is about nine inches on a good day. I haven’t had much success with relationships in my life, but sex has always been mutually satisfying.

We kissed, and my hands went under her blouse to stroke the silky skin of her back. Her fingers explored my back and ass, and then I pulled off her blouse and her bra.

And then I stopped, and stepped away from her. Because under the padded bra she had big female nipples, but no tits.

“Jesus, Tym. How old are you really?” I asked her.

“I’m seventeen, I swear.” She insisted. She went to the table where she’d dropped her purse and reached into it. “Here, you can look at my driving license.” She offered.

The nipples stared at me, angry at the insult. She proffered the small card. I looked at it; how could I know if it was real? She looked like a pre-adolescent child.

“I’m sorry.” I said, “I like you, I really do.”

“I’m not a virgin.” She declared; she didn’t seem angry. She pulled her blouse back over her skinny torso, shoving the padded bra into the purse. She was upset and hurt.

I looked at the license; it seemed real. I realized it was mainly her small size that made her seem so young; I thought of the nipples I’d seen. They were adult, fully developed, even if there was no lumps of flesh under them.

I sat down on a sofa and patted my thigh. “Come to daddy.” I said.

Her face ran through a series of emotional displays. Anger, doubt, and finally surrender. She gently lowered her tight little ass onto my lap and put her arms around my neck. I slipped my hand under the blouse, placing it on her belly. With my other arm around her back, I slid my hand up to her flat chest to feel her there. The nipples ... They were full, fine nipples. I smiled at her, we kissed, and this time we weren’t going to stop.

Seventeen; two years past the age of consent in my state. It might be wrong, it might shock and disgust people, but it was quite legal to do it with her.

I stood, lifting her easily in my arms. Her smile was angelic as I carried the slim girl to my bedroom, and gently placed her on my bed.

She watched with wide excited eyes as I took off my clothes.

I’m not the lean guy I was in my twenties. I’m not gross, but I have a few extra pounds. My cock stood strong though; it was still in perfect condition.

I like to fuck, I do it a lot. Too much, maybe.

I’d destroyed every relationship I ever had because I always wanted more. That thrill of a new lover, the way a woman would come and come for me, kiss me, thrill me.

After some months, it fades. Other emotions and needs emerge, the responsibilities and comforts of stable partnerships. Then I’d start flirting with some hot chick, then I’d seduce her, and fuck her, and start all over again.

Tym was hot for me; with our age gap, a relationship was pretty much guaranteed to never happen. We were free to do it without commitment. NSA, No Strings Attached.

We made out for a while. She played with my cock and I sucked her flat chest. Her touch was wonderful, her small sensitive fingers on my hard penis, her bright smile, her slim silky body in my arms. She was a sensual creature, a girl who liked to be touched, cherished, enjoyed.

I went down on her, pulling her skinny legs apart, and slipping my tongue past the straight dark hair in her groin.

I licked and fingered the girl as she gasped and quivered. Her wet young vagina gripped my finger eagerly, and when I finally got on top of her and pushed my big old cock into her, she squeezed it with more power than any girl or woman I’d ever known.

I mean, the kid was incredible. A champion, a fucking miracle. She stared at me with her big dark slanted eyes and smiled as her cunt gripped my penis with the power of a goddess.

“Is it good?” she asked innocently.

I laughed, and she laughed with me. Because she knew it was more than good.

I fucked her; whatever her age, she was wild in bed. She planted her feet on either side and lifted her pelvis to meet my strokes. She groaned in pleasure, she grabbed my ass, she kissed my mouth, she wrapped her legs around me and rocked me.

She came.

Oh god, how she came. She blew like an A bomb, her emotions plastered all over my bedroom walls. She grunted and groaned, wheezed and cried. The skinny little teenager came like crazy, and I couldn’t stop fucking her, because she wouldn’t stop coming. Her eyes grew even bigger, her fingers dug into my back as my cock filled her tight hole.

“Stop, stop!” she implored me, pushing me away, “I can’t take anymore.” She gasped, wiggling out from under me.

She pushed me onto my back and stripped off the condom, then went down on me. Her tangled black hair fell across my stomach, she cradled my balls in her hand, and she looked at me with those hypnotic eyes as I came in her mouth, harder than I had in years. I came gallons, and she swallowed it to the last drop.

“Fuck.” I gasped.

“Fuck yes!” She panted in reply.

She lay half on top of me and I stroked her fine skin as she played with my hair.

“No one ever did it to me like that before.” She said.

“How many lovers have you had?” I asked curiously.

“Three.” She said. “But never ... I never came before.”

“Really?” I asked incredulously, rolling onto my side to look into her eyes.

“I didn’t think I could.” She admitted. “But when you made love with me, and I was looking into your eyes, it was like a door opened inside me, and everything came out.”

I squeezed her tight and kissed her. She called and told her mother she’d be back in the morning. We showered separately and slept together.

I made breakfast and asked her what she wanted to do over the weekend.