Chapter 8

I’m not sure how long I kept up the abuse on this young pussy but she took everything I gave her and wanted more.

I remember thinking that I was going to really enjoy the next couple of years of tapping this little fuckslut and I wondered if her pussy felt this amazing what would it feel like to take her anal cherry as well.

I also had not seen her oral skills, although I assumed since she’d never seen a cock before, they were practically non-existent. We’d have to work on those as well.

Yes, there was much to do to bring this girl out from her sheltered and overprotective cocoon, but we had time and she was definitely excited and inspired to learn all she could about how to please a man from me.

Just as my thoughts were looking into future plans and goals for Holly, she made the announcement that we had both been waiting for.

“Oh God, James ... I’m going to cum ... I’m ... I’m... “OH FUCK, I’M CUUUMMINNG!”

I leaned down and lay on top of her. I wanted her to feel my weight and I wanted this moment between us to be close and intimate.

This was the first time she had ever cum with a man inside her and I wanted to personalize it for her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my neck. She gripped me tightly as I felt her womb fill with her warm fluids, leaking out around my still pistoning cock.

She spasmed and convulsed as her orgasm ravaged her body and yet she still hung on. I held her and rocked her a bit as I moved inside her talking to her and encouraging her to let it all out.

After a few moments, she pulled her head from my shoulder. Her eyes were wet.

“Thank you, Mr. Longfellow. Thank you, James, for making me a woman. Thank you for being so sweet and so gentle. You have made this very special and I will always remember this time with you.” Then she kissed me tenderly on the cheek.

“Oh, I think we can do better than a kiss on the cheek, don’t you. After all, you are a woman now!” I said with a smile and we kissed the way a man and a woman do when they have shared something special.

I rolled off her and lay beside her holding her and letting her bask in her newfound womanhood.

“So Holly, how did you get here anyway? I didn’t see a car out front when I answered the door. Is your mom or a friend coming to pick you up?”

“No, I walked here. My mom is busy working ... she doesn’t even know I came over here.”

“You walked here? Holly that must be two or three miles!”

“Only if you stay on the roads. But I cut through a couple of alleys, through a vacant lot, and took another shortcut so it wasn’t as far as that.”

“Well, I can’t make you walk home after what we did. I will take you home. Your mother won’t be home for a while right?”

“No, not for several more hours. She’s pulling a double shift tonight at the diner. She won’t be home till around 11:30 pm tonight.

“They were shorthanded tonight so Mom wanted to pick up some extra cash. That’s why I came over today – it’s the perfect chance for us to have some time together. More time than we get after school.”

“I see. Well if your mother won’t be home till later, that’s plenty of time. You’ll even have time to take a shower and get all cleaned up before your mom gets home.”

“Thank you, James. But I don’t have to go home right now, do I? I mean, you haven’t ... um...”

“No honey, you don’t have to go yet. Actually, I wasn’t doing anything very important today anyway. Just catching up on some housework and laundry mostly,” I said.

“Oh, I can do that! Let me help you, James. That’s sort of my job ... I do odd cleaning jobs to help out with the bills.

“When someone needs help with their housework or grocery shopping or something I come over to give them a hand with the odd jobs that they just don’t have time to get to,” she said.

“Oh? And what do you charge for these services?” I asked, a thought brewing in my mind.

“Well, it depends. Usually, we work out a figure between us that we both agree on. Sometimes it’s a one-time deal, sometimes it’s a scheduled thing every week or two,” she said.

“So does your ‘Girl Friday’ business keep you very busy?” I asked.

“Not really. It comes in spurts sometimes – I’ll have two or three people who need my help one week and then nothing the next. It’s not real steady work, unfortunately. But I usually make a couple hundred a month on average I guess. Anything helps mom says,” she said.

Then she raised up on one elbow. “Why are you asking about what I do, James?” she asked, looking intently at me.

“Well, I was just thinking that with my work at school, I come home and I am usually too tired to deal with much more than popping something in the microwave for dinner.

“So I let this place go until the weekend, then I spend Saturday and Sunday getting it picked back up and everything done for the next week.

“I’m thinking a ‘Girl Friday’ might be just what I need to help out around here myself. Know anyone who might be interested in the job?”

“Oh James, really” Are you serious – you want me to help you around the house here? Yes, oh yes, I would love that!” she said, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe.

“Okay, okay, Now this would only be on Saturdays but every week. Is that okay with you?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Most of my other jobs are during the week anyway, so that will be fine!”

“Okay, now I will need someone to do the laundry and clean. I will pick things up, but I need someone to vacuum, dust, mop, and clean the bathrooms and kitchen. I have a dishwasher so the dishes will be easy – they may even be done by the time you get here.”

“That sounds easy enough. I can do all of that, no problem,” she said.

“Okay, how much would a ‘Girl Friday’ cost on a weekly basis for something like that?” I asked.

Holly paused for a moment. I don’t think she wanted to quote too high a price for fear I would back out. But she also didn’t want to be gypped or cheated either. “Well, if I’m only working on Saturdays, how does ... um... $200.00 a month sound? Is that too much?”

“I’ll tell you what. I know how this house gets by the time Saturday rolls around. I will give you $100.00 a week if you will show up every Saturday to clean. And if I need you any other time, I will give you $100.00 for that day as well,”

“A hundred a week? Really? Oh, James, you are a wonderful man! Yes, yes I will be here every Saturday ready to go to work! Oh, this is going to help so much! How can I ever thank you, you dear sweet man!” she said, tears running down her cheeks.

“Well, I know of one way...” I said, getting back on top of her. She held her arms open for me and spread her legs ready to start up again.

“James, there is one other thing I wanted to talk to you about today. It’s about what I said about you being like a father to all of us kids at school,” she started.

“Yeah, I remember what you said. Why?”

“Well, you know I don’t have a father and what you said about taking care of us, of me, really made me think. I hope you won’t think I’m weird or anything, but now that I will be coming over every Saturday, would it be okay if I ... um ... called you ... Daddy?”

“Daddy, huh? I think I can live with that. If I can call you babygirl ... deal?” I said.

“I would love to be your babygirl, Daddy.” The smile on her face spoke volumes.

“Good. Because slut doesn’t really fit with you. Heather and Kim, yes. But you are too sweet and innocent to be a slut. At least for now. And I don’t want you to ‘grow up’ too fast!”

“I promise, Daddy. I will be your babygirl for as long as you want me to be,” she said smiling coyly.

With our “business” concluded, we got back to the reason she came over here today to begin with. I took hold of my cock and began rubbing the tip around her pussy lips again.

This time it wasn’t so much lubricating it as it was getting her arousal up again. Which didn’t take much since she had already cum once and was still not fully recovered from it.

Playing in her pussy and rubbing my cock against her still sensitive clit got her fire rekindled in short order!

Holly made have been very new to the sex scene, but her pussy was an old hand at it. Within only a few strokes she was wet enough that lubrication was no longer an issue, and a few more strokes had her pussy drooling like a hound dog watching a steak cook!