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 TITLE: My Soul Mate is a 19 Year Old Girl
PART: 1 of 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st cons piv oral fellatio cunnilingus anal size rom
SUMMARY: A hot and sweet love story between a well-hung man and a sexy,
spunky virgin.

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   "Ungh!  Daddy!  FUNNNGNGGGHHHHNNNHHHGGGHHH!"

   Corie's silky brown hair is flying in sweaty tangles as I pummel her, my
hips smacking into her cute lil 19 year old butt as she bucks back at me.
She's on her hands and knees on the bed, and I'm standing behind her,
sliding my thick long dick into her tight horny ass.  I'm utterly awed by
the view - her nubile lil body is sheened with sweat - and watching my fat
log thrust in and out of her sweaty rosebud is like my own personal porn
video.

   If she was coherent, she'd be saying, "YES!  Daddy!  FUCK MEEEEEEE!" I
understand her sweet lil grunts, anyway, and keep fucking away, my little
lover's personal fuckmachine.

   She's not my daughter, or at all related to me.  But she knows that
calling me 'daddy' gets me hot, and let's be honest - it gets her hot too.
It's a kink she picked up from me, but it didn't take long before she liked
it as much as if not more than me.

   This 19 year old brunette - smart, funny, creative, kinky - is my soul
mate, if you believe such things.  The girl I'm going to spend the rest of
my life with, if you don't.  It's been less than a year since we first met,
but it's been heavenly.

   Now, as she flings her young body back into my ass-pummelling thrusts, I
can't help but recall our first meeting.  Even as Corie's hot teen body
locks up in her umpteenth orgasm, her asshole clenching spastically on my
big dick and her juices dribbling down her already drenched inner thighs,
the memories float back to me through the haze of our fifth straight hour
of pleasure...

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   "Heh," the morbidly obese 60 year old man greets me as I walk into the
Gamer Moot, the local comic and game shop.  "Can't remember the last time I
arrived before you did, slowpoke."

   I give him a good-natured middle finger, prompting a laugh from him, and
reply, "Was working on my latest story, Bob.  Got inspired and lost track
of the time.  Pizza?" I set down the stack of Papa John's boxes in my left
arm on the table, and sling my bag full of board games on the other table.

   "Need you ask?" Bob chuckles as he opens a box of supreme and digs in.
It's not long before the other members of our Saturday night gaming group
wander in: Julia, Hatch, McKay, Cody, Sam, and Paul.

   "Is Ella coming tonight?" Hatch asks as he grabs the last slice of
cheese pizza.

   I glance at the clock.  10 minutes past 6.  "Said she was when I texted
everyone.  Dunno what's keeping her."

   "What are we gonna play tonight?" Cody asks.  "I brought
Constantinopolis and Catan."

   "We can play Chupacabra while we wait for Ella," Sam suggests, and Bob
groans predictably.

   "But what about after that," Cody persists.

   "Any preferences?" I look around the table.  "I actually am good with
just about anything tonight - everyone in the group FINALLY knows all
everyone's games now."

   "I don't know why you have a problem teaching new games," Bob shrugs. 
"I don't mind doing it."

   "I dunno," I shrug, "I just get tired of it, I guess."

   We play a round of Chupacabra - Julia wins, snatching the last of the
dice from McKay - and are just about to pull out Stone Age, when the store
bell rings, signaling the door opening.  Turning, I see Ella walking in-

   And I just freeze for a second.  Now, I know what you're thinking; I'm
totally awestruck and in love at first sight, right?  Nope, doesn't work
like that.  But I have to admit, this is a total cutiepie coming in with
Ella.  She's got inquisitive eyes all lit up, a dazzling smile displaying
full white teeth, and an adorable round face.  She's clad in a purple
blouse and tight white short shorts that hug her cute little bum closely,
revealing her lithe tan legs.  She's got really small A-cup tits, looks
like, and her long brown ponytail bounces off her ass with every step.

   I've always had a thing for blondes, with redheads being next favorite,
but for some reason it's always the brunettes that are the cutest.  This
newcomer is the cutest of the cute, and I have to work hard not to get an
erection, swallowing with a suddenly dry throat.  You know all the guys who
fantasize about having a big cock?  I wanna punch them sometimes.  It's
very hard to hide a boner.

   As it is, I have to remain seated, so that I don't call attention to my
huge erection by standing up, but I wave enthusiastically.  "Hi, Ella! 
Who's this lovely young lady?"

   The cutiepie smiles to be so complimented.  "This is my roommate,
Corie," Ella says, patting the girl on the head.  "Sorry I'm late.  My
car's broken and I had to beg her to give me a ride."

   "I didn't make you beg," Corie protests.  "I just happened to wonder if
there might be some of your homemade chocolate chip cookies involved!!"

   Bob and the others chuckle good-naturedly at this exchange, but I can't
resist interjecting, "Well, Corie, you're as greedy as I am when I've got
the high ground in a bargain, you know." It's true.  I'm shameless when it
comes to getting sweets out of people.

   Without missing a beat, Corie looks me in the eye and retorts, "That
just makes you a shrewd guy, doesn't make me a greedy girl."

   The table erupts in laughter.  There is a twinkle in the 19 year old's
eye, and it just makes her even more gorgeous.  "Hey, nothing wrong with
greedy girls," I counter.  "I like greedy girls."

   "You're cute," she says to me before looking up to her roommate, who is
a good head taller than the diminutive brunette is.  "Who's the smartass,
Ella?" I grin; she has me pegged.

   "That's Al," Ella chuckles.  We go around the table introducing
ourselves, and pull up two more chairs for the college roommates.  "You all
don't mind if she plays?"

   "Of course not," we all declaim, and I suggest, "How about Carcassonne?
Fun, easy to learn, easy to teach."

   "I can teach it," Bob offers, but I shake my head.

   "Nah, I'm good, I'll explain it."

   Sam raises his eyebrow.  "But you hate explaining games."

   "Not when there's cute girls involved," Hatch laughs.

   I blush slightly, but can't deny it.  "Okay, cute girls do make it
better, I'll admit."

   Corie grins broadly at me.  "I like you.  Can we keep him, Ellie?"

   "Sorry," Ella laughs, "one dog is all the university will let us keep in
our dorm."

   "I think I like you too," I tease her, "but I'm reserving judgment."

   Corie sticks her tongue out at me - it's an adorable pink little tongue
- and proclaims, "You like me.  Everyone likes me."

   "If you two are done flirting," Paul teases us, "can we get to playing?"

   I explain the basics of Carcassonne, and the teenage girl listens
attentively, her expression so utterly adorable I lose my train of thought
more than once.  Nevertheless I muddle through it, and Corie seems to
understand.  As we start placing the tiles, she grasps the concept quickly,
and starts building her own cities.

   I'm in the lead - I usually get an early lead whenever playing this
game, but the challenge is always to maintain it through to the end - when
Corie starts sabotaging me with her tile placements.  "Hey!  What was
that?"

   Corie looks at me, looks down at the tile she just placed, then back up
at me.  "That's a city tile," she explains innocently.

   I give her a look.

   She bats her eyelashes at me.

   "Get a room already," Hatch says, and Corie and I burst out laughing.

   As we continue playing however, I notice Corie is specifically targeting
me, and I call her on it.  "Well, duh," she pokes her tongue out at me - oh
my god that is such an adorable pink tongue!  - "you're just now noticing?
I don't want to win the game, I just want to beat your score."

   I drop my jaw ostentatiously, and she giggles merrily.  "Well, if we're
playing that game...  take THAT!" I triumphantly place a tile designed to
inhibit the growth of her latest city, and she scowls.  There's more mirth
and good humor than any actual disgruntlement in that expression however.

   Many breathless bouts of laughter later, the final tile is placed, and
we tally up the score.  Corie comes in second-to-last place.  But she crows
victoriously, for I am in dead last.  Everyone high fives Corie, whoops and
laughter surrounding us.  Corie is grinning radiantly at me, and I can't
help but return her infectious smile, as I realize that, despite losing
terribly, I have never had so much fun playing Carcassonne before!

   The rest of the night consists of games that all end up in duels between
Corie and myself.  While the others smile and play to win, Corie always
does her best to sabotage me personally, and I give as good as I get.  We
both lose every game terribly, while the others more or less take turns
coming out on top each game.

   Before I know it, it's midnight - a bit later than we usually play - and
the session is breaking up as yawns spread across the table.  Somewhere in
there, I have lost my erection and instead am regarding Corie as not only a
cutiepie that my slightly smaller head wants to bone, but as a mischievous
smartass who is incredibly fun to be around.

   Reluctantly, I start bidding people good night, loath to separate from
Corie.  She grins at me and says, "Bye, Al!  I hope you had fun getting
your ass kicked."

   "You can kick my ass anytime," I laugh, and she giggles.

   "I'll take you up on that," Corie says.  "Ella, want a ride again next
week?"

   "Well, sure," Ella says, "as long as no one minds that she joins?" Her
eyes rove questioningly around the group, and everyone confirms that they'd
love to play with Corie again.

   "Yay!" Corie whoops, as my heart soars for gladness.  Then she surprises
me, leaping forward to wrap her arms around me in a fierce hug.  My cock
twitches, but I force it not to rise, instead putting my arms on her back,
returning her hug lightly as my heart warms within me.  "See you next week,
Al!" she says cheerfully, looking at me with those huge brown eyes.

   "I'll look forward to getting my ass kicked again," I wink, and Corie
giggles as Ella leads her out the door.

   I'm not aware of it, but I'm still staring at the door for long moments
after the two teenage girls have left.  Sam teases, "Ask her out already,
Casanova." I swat his shoulder, and he laughs.

   I make my way throughout the entirety of the next week in almost a daze,
consumed with anticipation of the next game night.  I can't believe how
eager I am to see Corie, but there it is: a rampant desire in my heart to,
as she put it, get my ass kicked again.  And, I must admit, I jack off my
ten inches of thick fat cockmeat quite a bit during that week, thinking of
Corie's sweet face.  With my ex, Anna, having graduated college last month
and moving hundreds of miles away, I no longer have a regular outlet for my
libido, so I make do.

   The next Saturday evening, I shower and shave again, conscious of how
long it's been since the morning shave; I grimace slightly, thinking how my
face had been all stubbled last Saturday, when Corie had met me.  But now
she's going to see me all nice and cleaned up.

   I don't dress formally of course; I'm still casual.  But I wear a nice
pair of Levi's and a blue plaid buttondown shirt that my last girlfriend
(the recent college grad, Anna) had always claimed was her favorite, as
well as slapping on fresh deodorant.  I consider a touch of cologne, but
reject that as being too much.

   As usual, I am the first one of our group at the Gamer Moot, and wave to
the guys playing Magic: The Gathering a few tables over.  I've brought a
selection of games that I think Corie in particular might enjoy, as well as
a couple of my personal favorites, in hopes that Corie might like them as
well.  I've actually arrived a little too early, in my eagerness to see the
19 year old cutiepie, and so wind up twiddling my thumbs before the group
starts straggling in.

   By 5 minutes till 6 o'clock, the whole group is there, except for Ella
and Corie.  I try not to worry; Ella confirmed via text that she and her
roommate were coming.  Still my heart leaps in relief as the door opens,
and my 19 year old crush comes strolling in.

   I goggle at her, and only remember to close my mouth a few seconds
later. The brunette is dolled up!  She's wearing a frilly red blouse over a
black miniskirt, with some kind of girls' shoes that aren't sneakers like
last week, but seem a little fancier.  (Okay, I'm not a connoisseur of
girls' fashion, I don't know anything about their shoes.  If it's not
sneakers, high heels, or boots, I don't know what to call it.)

   Her hair has been arranged into gorgeous loose ringlets, their luster
almost gleaming.  Little rainbow earrings sit in her adorable lobes, and, I
might be wrong, but I think she's actually wearing some light pink
lipstick!

   "Well, don't you look nice tonight, young lady!" Julia greets her first.
I stammer, looking for something to say.

   "I sure do!" Corie's eyes flash mischievously.  "Guess that makes us a
pot and a kettle!" Julia chuckles and grins at her flattery.  "Where's Al?"
she asks, looking pointedly at me.

   "Right here," I managed to say, somewhat weakly.

   "Nah," Corie scoffs, "you're too nice-looking to be him." There is a
twinkle in her eye.

   "I was a little scruffy last week," I admit.

   "I like scruffy," Corie says, looking me in the eye.  "I bet you'd look
good with a beard." In an instant I resolve to grow as thick and full a
beard as I can.

   "Al," Ella says, opening the front door, "could you come help me carry
in my games, please?"

   "Sure," I say, coming to my feet, although I'm reluctant to leave Corie.

   I give her a last admiring glance, and as I walk away, I hear the
incorrigible Hatch tell Corie, "I'm scruffy-looking, you know."

   "You are pretty handsome for an old geezer," Corie teases him, and the
table erupts in laughter.

   "Does that make us a pot and a kettle too?" Hatch chuckles.  I can only
imagine Corie's face as the store door closes behind me and I go to Ella's
car.

   Ella only has a small pile of board games in her trunk, but I helpfully
lift those out.  "I guess you know I didn't really need you to carry
these," the young college student says with a smile.  "But I wanted to tell
you.  Corie dressed up for you tonight."

   "Really?" I blurt.  That hope hadn't fully crystallized in my mind yet,
but here was Ella confirming that ghost of a daydream for me.

   "Yes," she chuckles.  "Just thought you might like to know.  And it
looks like you dressed up for her too." I blush, and she chuckles again. 
"She might ask what your favorite book is, by the way.  She's a ravenous
reader herself.  But be warned: she only asks that of people she really
likes."

   Back in the store, I set Ella's games down as everyone at the table,
Corie included, is chattering animatedly.  Corie fixes me with a look, then
asks, "So how do *I* look, Al?"

   I remember Hatch's 'pot and kettle' comment to her as I walked out of
the store a minute ago, and give her a lopsided grin.  "You're the
prettiest old geezer I've ever seen, Corie."

   Corie's mouth drops open amidst the laughter, and Hatch pouts, "Prettier
than me?"

   "Only by a little," I assure him, prompting more laughter.  "But
seriously, Corie, you look...  magnificent." She glows at my praise;
clearly, she knows she looks great, but she still wants to hear it from me.

   We grin kind of stupidly at each other as I take my seat, and then she
bounds over to plop herself in my lap.  I'm surprised as all hell, yet
deeply delighted, and everyone laughs at the expression on my face.  "I
want this chair," Corie announces.

   "Do you want me to move?" I ask, rather reluctantly.

   "Not a chance, Al," she twists her head around to stick her tongue out
at me.  As we begin playing games, I have to work VERY hard not to pop an
immense boner in my jeans.  This means of course that I am doing terribly
in these games.  Have you ever tried to concentrate with a gorgeous little
minx planted in your lap?

   "So what's your favorite book, Al?" Corie asks a long while later, when
the conversation takes a lull.  Ella gives me a knowing smile.  I try not
to blush, and mostly succeed.

   "That's a tricky question," I answer.  "There are lots of books, and
comic books, I enjoy, for tons of different reasons.  I especially love
science fiction and fantasy.  But, if I had to pick one, I'd say the
Chronicles of Narnia." T

   "Really?  Those ARE cool books," Corie agrees.  "The Lion, the Witch,
and the Wardrobe is my favorite of those.  What's yours?"

   "Prince Caspian," I answer.  "I really like the idea of how it's been a
thousand years for Narnia, but just a year ago for the kids."

   "Yeah, that is pretty neat," Corie nods.  "So why are the Narnia books
your favorite?"

   "Because, even though I read lots of cool sci-fi/fantasy stuff, Narnia
is one of the only places I would actually want to live in," I answer.

   Corie's eyes widen thoughtfully.  "That's a really cool answer," she
says.  A dopey smile spreads across my face at her approval - and then I
suddenly realize that it's my turn.

   "Er...how long has it been my turn?" I ask.  Everyone else laughs.

   "It's not," Bob says.  "It's Corie's."

   "Oops!" Corie says, not a whit abashed.  She quickly moves her pawn
across the board.  "Nope, looks like you're wrong.  It's Al's turn."

   I bark in laughter.  "Clever girl."

   "Aren't I just?" she turns her head around to bat her eyelashes at me.

   As I take my turn, Cody interjects, "You know, Hatch was wrong last
week. You two don't need to get a room.  You two need to get a whole
building."

   I flush, and for once, Corie does too.  Thankfully, my turn is over
quickly, and now Paul takes a long time to ponder his position.  "But I
honestly don't read a whole lot anymore these days," I add.  "I prefer to
write my own stories."

   "Really?" Corie says, her eyes alight with interest.  "I've thought
about writing stories, but I don't know if I would do a good job."

   "Maybe you wouldn't do a good job at first," I allow.  "My first stories
were horrible.  But if it's something you enjoy, then you keep at it, and
you get better and better.  In fact, that's my job now; I'm a freelance
writer."

   "What do you write?" Corie asks, and suddenly I realize I might've gone
too far.

   The table becomes an uproar of laughter as I blush beet red.

   "He writes smut," McKay informs Corie with a mirthful grin.

   "Oh REALLY," Corie says mischievously.  I'm certain my face is the same
temperature as the surface of the sun.  Ella is hiding a laugh behind her
hand; she's clearly been waiting for her roommate to find this out.  "Well,
that's not a real job.  Anyone can write THAT.  Here, I'll show you.  'He
put his penis in me.  He boned me.  He busted his nut in me.  The End',"
she proclaims.

   The table is roaring.  "Hey now, I had to practice a long time to write
GOOD smut," I object.  I'm not offended, so much as I want to earn Corie's
approval.

   "I know," she placates me with a giggle.  "I'm just kidding.  Anyone can
write about sex.  But not everyone can make it sound sexy."

   At once mollified and relieved, I manage to say, "Thanks."

   "But," Corie adds, "you probably can't." Ella finally shrieks with
laughter at the expression on my face, before I see the twinkle in the 19
year old brunette's eyes.

   "I think you've met your match," Paul says to me in a loud, clearly
audible whisper.

   "Maybe," I whisper back just as loudly, "but I'm not the one who hasn't
noticed that it's her turn again."

   "Oops!" Corie says again and reaches her hand to move her pawn.  McKay
lightly swats her hand away, and Corie realizes that she's been had. 
"Heeeeey!" I laugh and lightly tweak her nose.  "Okay, you got me that
time," she allows.  "But I'll get you." She lowers the pitch of her voice,
though it's still a young teen's soprano of course, and growls, "Next time,
Gadget!  Next time!"

   You know, when you've had a great first date with a girl, and you head
to the second date, you're hoping it'll be just as fun, but there's that
little niggling worry in the back of your mind that it might not be?  Yeah,
my little niggling doubt was vanquished a long time ago.  I'm having the
two greatest game nights of my life two weeks in a row.

   It's 11 pm when our last game is winding to a close, and Corie is
practically bouncing in my lap with giddiness.  Although she and I are in
last place - again - our two scores are neck and neck, and she is of course
hoping to beat me.  That adorable cute teen bum is stirring my cock into
life, despite my best efforts, and I gulp as my fat long member gives a
hard throb into her ass.

   Corie jumps slightly, and I stammer into her ear, "Sorry."

   She turns her head around and motions me to bend my head forward.  Upon
my obedience, she whispers into my ear, "Don't be.  I'd be disappointed if
I DIDN'T feel a hard-on, with a butt as cute as mine!" She giggles, and I
laugh in total surprise, my cock giving another hard twitch.  I belatedly
realize that all night long, she's deliberately been squirming in my lap,
hoping to feel my cock on her bum!

   Corie gives me another hug before departing after the game is over, and
I return her hug less shyly than I did last week.  I notice that, just like
last week, I'm the only one she hugs, and my heart soars even higher.  That
night, I jack off three different times in two hours, before finally going
to sleep, with a still semi-hard cock.  It's not just Corie's body that's
sexy; it's her lively adorable personality that truly makes her a sex
goddess in my eyes.

   It's a bit weird for me, but I don't shave for the entire week.  My
father was in the military, so all my life I've been clean-shaven.  I keep
wondering who that stranger is in the mirror, before grinning at myself and
imagining what Corie's reaction will be Saturday night.  The hair on my
head is brown, so dark that many people mistake it for black, but my beard
has lots of red and blonde in it, lightening the overall color.

   I'm surprised however, when Ella calls me Friday morning before lunch.
"Hey Ella, what's up?" I greet her, wondering hopefully if Corie wants to
speak to me.

   "Hey Al, hope I'm not interrupting anything." After I assure her she's
not - which is mostly true; I'm writing a smut story for work, but I'm not
on any sort of schedule - she continues, "I'm going out drinking with some
girlfriends tonight for a bachelorette party.  I was wondering if maybe you
could keep Corie company?  I'll be gone most of the night, at least till 3
in the morning."

   "Sure!" I blurt out, almost before Ella can finish.  She chuckles, and I
know she has no illusions about my enthusiasm.  "But, um, why doesn't she
ask me herself?"

   "Perhaps she could have," Ella allows, "But believe it or not, she was a
too little shy to do it herself." I blush, grinning broadly at this
revelation.  "Can you be here by 7?"

   "Of course," I say.  "Sooner if she wants."

   Ella laughs.  "I know you and Corie both want that.  By the way, don't
dress up or anything.  I'm keep telling her not to dress up like a prom
queen, so she'll feel bad if you look especially nice."

   I blush again, but my heart is warming.  "Noted.  See you then." That
afternoon, I probably spend way too much time picking out my wardrobe,
before settling on some cut-off jean shorts and a pink t-shirt.  I do
shower, but keep from putting on even deodorant, as this past Saturday,
Corie had commented that she thinks I smell better without it.  I was
enormously flattered to know that she enjoys my natural...  musk, or
whatever you want to call it.  Or maybe I'm wrong, and she just didn't like
the particular deodorant I use.

   When I knock on Ella's door that night - she and her roommate live in a
multiplex apartment on campus, whereas I maintain an apartment in a
residential complex - Ella answers and ushers me inside.  "Corie's still
fussing with her hair," she laughs.  "I want to talk to you before she
realizes you're here."

   "Okay," I say, a touch nervously, wondering what the young woman has to
say.

   She looks into my eyes searchingly and says, "Be gentle with her, Al. 
She's still a virgin."

   My whole body feels like it's flushing.  "Hey!  I'm not a total manslut,
you know." It's hard for me to back this up, though.  Ella only met Anna,
my ex, a couple times - Anna tried coming to game night twice when she
lived with me, before deciding she didn't really care for it - but Corie's
mother knows that Anna and I were in each other's pants from the very first
day we met.  I'm speaking the truth though; that was an exception amongst
my relationships.

   "Maybe," Ella chuckles, "but Corie certainly wants to jump your bones."
I gulp, my cock giving a twitch in my shorts.

   "Al!" Corie flies down the stairs two at a time, launching herself at
me. I catch her and prop her on my hip, grinning at her as she gazes
adoringly at me.  "Omigod!  You grew a beard!" she enthuses, rubbing my
bearded cheek with her hot soft small hand.  "Did you grow it for me?"

   "No," I deadpan, "I grew it for the OTHER snarky 19 year old girl at
game night."

   "She's a lucky girl then," Corie giggles.

   "You two have fun," Ella says as she grabs her purse and her keys and
kisses Corie's cheek.  "Corie, be sure to behave with your boyfriend."

   "He's NOT my boyfriend, Ella!" Corie objects, but Ella is laughing as
she shuts the door behind her.  Corie turns back to me and adds, "Yet." I
guffaw in laughter, then gasp as she reaches her hand down to grip my
boner. "Wow." Her eyes become saucers.  I'm probably much bigger than she
expected to feel, at ten fat inches, and let's face it - to a virgin teen
girl, even a normal size would seem huge.

   "Before..." I swallow, trying to make my voice sound less hoarse. 
"Before you ravish me...have you eaten?"

   "I had McDonalds a couple hours ago," Corie nods.  She squeezes my boner
experimentally before withdrawing her hand.

   "Just checking," I chuckle weakly.  "Since, you know, I am supposed to
keep you company while Ella's gone."

   Corie rolls her eyes.  "That's just an excuse to get you over here,
silly."

   "You know I KNOW it's just an excuse, right?" I stick my tongue out at
her.

   "Yep!" Corie grins.  "So, um..." She's uncharacteristically shy for a
moment, looking away and twirling a lock of her lustrous brown hair.  "I
tried writing a story this week.  Do you wanna read it?"

   My heart leaps.  I've had a couple of girlfriends and fuckbuddies who
wanted to read my stuff, but never one who was inspired to write by me! 
This makes me feel better than if Corie had come down the stairs bare-ass
naked and commanded me to ravish her!  "Of course!" I gush.  "You...  you
wrote a story 'cause of me?"

   Corie flushes.  "Yeah, cuz of what you said.  That even if it wasn't any
good at first, I should keep practicing." She fixes me with a stern look.
"Don't lie though.  If it's terrible, tell me."

   "Noted," I chuckle, and, without thinking about it, lean forward and
press a quick peck to the tip of her nose.  Corie blinks in surprise, and I
blush, belatedly realizing what I've just done.  Corie just grins though,
and takes my hand as I set her down, leading me up the stairs to her room.

   I'm struck by her bedroom.  It's pink from wall to wall, with a Disney
princess bedspread, a dollhouse, and multiple bookshelves all stuffed to
the brim with young adult fiction and full novels.  All of the books look
well read, and span every genre imaginable.  I smile.  "This bedroom
reminds me of mine."

   Corie looks all around and then back at me.  "Your bedroom is pink?" she
says in a deadpan tone.

   I snort with laughter, and she grins.  "Green, actually," I aver.  "I
mean the books.  I used to read all sorts of things, everything I could get
my hands on.  Once I got into high school, I started picking sci-fi/fantasy
over everything else, but before then I wasn't nearly as choosy."

   "I've been reading more sci-fi/fantasy myself lately," Corie beams.  "A
bunch of Star Wars books.  They're really good." She pulls out a chair from
under the desk on which her computer sits, and gestures to me to sit in it.
I obey, and Corie plants herself in my lap, deliberately squirming her
shorts-covered ass on my cock, giggling when she's rewarded with a hard
throbbing boner.

   "You're a damn tease," I say.

   "Yup!" she laughs.  She deftly clicks the mouse, and a file comes up on
her monitor.  "Okay, here it is," she says a bit pensively.

   I scan the first line, then suggest, "I can read it...but do you want me
to read it aloud to you?"

   Corie's eyes light up.  She clearly hasn't thought of that, but just as
clearly loves the notion.  "Sure!" she exclaims.  I smile, and impulsively
kiss the top of her head fondly, prompting a contented purr from her, and
begin narrating.

   Her story is a fairly simple one, but is couched in much more
complicated language that I would have expected from a first-time amateur.
It involves a princess - transparently named Coraline - in a castle, who
wishes for the perfect man.  Magic happens, and the perfect man comes - who
is just as transparently named Alain.  I smile at that, but make no
comment. Self-inserts are common for young writers, and even I write
blatant, undisguised self-inserts now - not in my published work of course,
which I take more seriously than that, but in my personal projects.  And
truth be told, I am enormously flattered to be the co-star of Corie's
self-insert.

   Princess Coraline and Alain proclaim their love for each other and begin
having sex.  Corie's writing falters a bit here; although she is a ravenous
reader, she hasn't read much if any smut before, and so doesn't have a very
good grasp of how to write it.  Nonetheless, it is charming, and is
actually much hotter to me simply for the fact that it is Corie's writing,
and basically about the two of us having hot loving sex.

   When I finish reading, with Coraline and Alain lying in each other's
arms, Corie exhales heavily, and I suddenly realize that she is incredibly
horny.  "Wooooow..." she breathes.  "That...  I know it's not the best, but
it sounds so much better when you read it!" She pauses for a second, then
says tentatively, "What did you think?"

   "It was amazing!" I enthuse.  "Sure, it wasn't the best, like you said,
but for a start it was incredible.  It definitely turned me on, and it was
a sweet tale." Corie blushes crimson, and I go on to point out specific
details.  For every gently worded criticism, I express praise of two other
things, and Corie is glowing by the end, while also chewing her lip
thoughtfully.

   "Thanks, Al," she says happily.  "I'm gonna try writing more later.  And
I'm gonna write sci-fi/fantasy stuff, too, since that's your favorite!"

   "Corie," I say, "write whatever you want.  I'll love it, no matter what
you write."

   She grins, and says softly, "I know.  But I want to write sci-fi/fantasy
now." She pauses again.  "Can I read some of your stuff?" she asks, hope
and shyness mingling in her tone.

   "You can," I smile, a touch shyly myself.  "Or if you want, I can read
it aloud to you."

   "Yay!" she whoops.  "I'd love that, Al!"

   I open up the internet browser on her computer, and navigate to one of
the sites that hosts my stories.  My personal stories that is, that I write
for fun, rather than the stuff I write for work.  Both types are smut, of
course, but I want to share with this wonderful young girl the things that
are closest to my heart.  I cluck my tongue thoughtfully as I scroll
through the index of my work, trying to think which would be best to read
to her.

   Corie senses my dilemma, and says brightly, "Read me your favorite one!"
She feels my hesitation, and adds, "Pleeeease?"

   I chuckle.  "I can, but...  it's got some kinks that you might not be
used to.  And...it's just a rough draft.  And very very complicated.  I've
had some other writer friends look over it, and even they say it's hard to
understand."

   "I don't care," Corie says stubbornly.  "I still want to hear it." She
squirms her ass around on my crotch, giggling naughtily as she feels my
huge hard cock give another twitch.

   "Okay, okay," I laugh.  "You know just how to make me do what you want,
don't you?"

   She turns around to bat her eyelashes innocently at me.  "Moi?  Why,
whatever do you mean, sir?"

   She giggles, and I chuckle along with her.  "Okay, so this story is
called Grand Trinity," I say, feeling the need to explain myself.  "It's
actually a combination of science fiction and fantasy, or space fantasy, as
I call it: my favorite genre.  This story's about an omnipotent deity who
rules everything, has an epic plan for the universe, and also," I pause
slightly here, "has hundreds of daughters, who are all big-boobed eternally
teenage girls who love him and bear more baby daughters for him."

   Corie's eyes are wide.  "Wow," she says.  "You want to fuck your
daughter?" Her tone isn't censoious, only curious.

   "Well, it's just a fantasy," I point out.  "I don't actually have any
kids, and if I actually had a daughter, I don't know that I'd want to fuck
her.  I don't really want any kids in real life anyway," I add.

   Corie tucks her lip between her teeth.  "Well, I don't want to fuck my
daddy," she says.  "But then, I don't have a daddy.  But if YOU were my
daddy, I'd definitely want to fuck you!" She giggles at the fiery lust in
my eyes, and squirms her gorgeous little ass again.  "But why do you
fantasize about having daughters, if you don't actually want any?"

   "Well, cuz raising kids is a lot of work," I say.

   "I know!" Corie exclaims.  "I always game Mum so much trouble!" She
winks at me.  "But in a story, you can just skip over the work part and get
to the good stuff, right?"

   I laugh with sheer delight.  This 19 year old vixen GETS me.  "Exactly."

   "Well, what are you waiting for, 'Daddy'?" she teases me.  "Get to
reading!" My cock gives a mighty throb now, and she giggles madly as I find
my voice and begin reading.

   I'm right, the story bits about the universe and epic cosmology are a
bit much for someone new to sci-fi and fantasy, but she does her best to
understand, and I explain as simply as I can.  When her eyes finally alight
with understanding, she goes, "Ohhhh!  I see," and echoes back what I just
explained, in a manner so simple to understand, that I can't help but gape.

   "Yes, that's it, exactly," I say, grinning.

   "So why do you make it so complicated?" she wonders.

   "Well, I read a couple of writers," I begin.

   "Who?" she interrupts.

   "Grant Morrison, a comic book writer, and Michael Kirkbride, a writer
for a video game series," I explain.  "They use a lot of complicated
terminology, and I decided I really liked that, so I write that way too, at
least for this story, since it's my fave."

   "It is pretty epic," she agrees.  "Too bad most people are too stupid to
get it."

   I chuckle at her bluntness.  "In a perfect world, this story would be a
finished novel, it'd be as good as Shakespeare, and as popular as Harry
Potter."

   "I dunno," she says, "Shakespeare might be overrated.  And besides, in a
perfect world, your story would be REAL, and I'd be your little daughter,
having my daddy's divine babies." My cock is a lurching beast in my shorts,
straining to be free, and Corie giggles mercilessly.  "Well, don't tease
me," she says, being very hypocritical and knowing it, "keep reading!"

   I laugh out loud, and do her bidding.  The rest of the so-called epic
sections we get through more easily, now that she's got a grasp of what's
going on, and then we get to the 'good' part.  There were a few sexy parts
before now, but when I start reading the full-out sex scene between Highgod
and his favorite twin daughters, themselves each pregnant with more twin
daughters, Corie grips my arms with her hands.  My voice is thick as I
read, her ass squirming on my hard crotch, and her breathing is ragged and
erratic.

   When I write about one of the girls screaming out, 'Daddy!' as she cums,
and the omnipotent deity bursts forth bucketloads of jizz inside her, Corie
trembles violently, and I suddenly realize that she's getting off!  Her
lovely body locks up for several long moments, before she relaxes, her
breath escaping from her in hot hoarse pants.  Her skin is glistening with
sweat.

   "Omigod," she pants.  "That...that's incredible."

   I'm enormously flattered beyond words, that this wonderful young nymphet
has cummed just from me reading my own smut to her.  "Was...  was that your
first orgasm from reading a story?" I ask tentatively.

   She snorts cutely.  "You wish." I laugh gaily; she really DOES get me!
"I've jilled off lots of times to trashy romance novels.  Finish reading,"
she commands, and I do.  Corie's breathing shortens again as I read the
rest of the sex scene, which has magically saved the universe with the
sheer power of omnipotent happy fucking, and while she doesn't cum again,
she's clearly experiencing lots of lust and pleasure.  "Wow," she says
softly.  "Thank you, Al." She twists around in my lap and kisses my bearded
cheek, leaving a hot brand of passion there.

   "Thank YOU," I grin delightedly, and lapse into silence.  Not sure what
to do now, I just hold her, as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

   Corie's deep in thought, and finally asks, "How can I get better at
writing smut?  I looked up some smut online, to get inspired, but almost
everything I found was horrible."

   "Yeah," I laugh.  "Like you said last week, it can be hard to write good
smut."

   "So how did you get so good at it?" she gestures at the screen, on which
Grand Trinity is still displayed.

   "Well," I say, "have you ever had cybersex?"

   "Once or twice, with some girls on the internet," Corie nods.  "I've
seen some pictures of naked guys, but they never really appealed to me, so
I just looked at pictures of girls."

   "Really?" I lose my train of thought at this revelation.  "You...you
never liked any guys till me?"

   "Nope," she smiles.  "And I bet you like that, don't you?  Naughty boy.
Finish what were you going to say.  About cybersex?"

   "Right," I remind myself of what I was saying.  "Well, there's also
roleplay, sexual roleplay that is.  Which is like cybersex, but instead of
just talking about having sex with each other, you're also pretending to be
characters in a setting.  Like a combination of a story and a play that
you're acting in."

   "Wait, so there's a script you follow?" she asks curiously.

   "No, it's usually all improvised, at least to some degree," I say. 
"Like cybersex.  There might be some rules or guidelines that both
roleplayers agree on at first."

   "One of the girls I talked to before," Corie says, "wanted me to pretend
to be her teacher.  I was like, 'I'm nineteen, I can't be a teacher yet!'
But I guess that's what roleplay is about?"

   "Right," I nod.  "Well, anyway, I've done a LOT of roleplay - well,
sexual roleplay, there are lots of roleplay games that aren't about sex -
over the years, and that's what made me so good at writing smut."

   "Really?" Corie's eyebrows perk with interest.

   "Really," I affirm.  "You constantly have to come up with new ways to
say the same thing over and over.  There's only so many times you can say,
'I fuck you', before it gets old." Corie laughs, and I continue, "And you
also get exposed to your roleplay partners having to do the same thing.  It
really helps you learn to be creative when describing hot sex."

   "If I give you my email and my phone number," Corie asks, "will you
roleplay with me?  I want to be daddy's little girl." My heart leaps at the
same time my cock does, and the fiery vixen giggles.  "I'll take that as a
yes."

   "Yes," I grin at her, a little dopily.  "That's definitely a yes."

   "So do you still roleplay these days?  I mean, other than with me now,"
Corie asks.

   "Yeah," I nod.  "I broke up with my ex-girlfriend last month, when she
graduated from college and moved away, so I've been doing a lot of
roleplaying since then."

   "Did you roleplay with other girls even when you were dating her?" Corie
giggles.

   I laugh.  "A little.  Anna didn't have a problem with it.  I've dated
several girls.  Some of them didn't want me to roleplay with other girls
while I dated them, and I didn't.  But most of them didn't have a problem
with it."

   "Did Anna roleplay with you?" Corie asked.

   "A little," I nod.  "She liked pretending to be an innocent but naughty
girl when we had sex, but she didn't want to call me 'daddy'."

   "You're in luck!" Corie exclaims.  "I'm VERY good at pretending to be an
innocent but naughty virgin." As I laugh, she adds, "Daddy." My cock
lurches again, and she squeals happily.  "I love making you this horny,
Daddy." My cock throbs yet again, and she laughs delightedly.  "Daddy,
daddy, daddy.  Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck my pussy and knock me up."

   "Oh god," I groan, my huge cock almost painfully hard, "stop, I beg
you." Corie grins naughtily, and twists around in my lap completely, so
that she's facing me.

   "I don't mind if you roleplay with other girls, Al," she says seriously.
"Daddy's little girls know they have to share him with their sisters.  As
long as you share my 'sisters' with me too!" she adds with a saucy wink. 
She puts her hands on my shoulders, and seems to be gathering her courage.

   I'm on the verge of realizing what she's about to do, when the gorgeous
little brunette leans forward and gives me an infinitely precious gift: her
very first kiss.  Her mouth is hot and soft on my lips, and I let out an
involuntary groan of something very like bliss.  I wrap my arms around her
and gently hold her to me, feeling her hot breathy murmurs of pleasure on
my face as we explore each other's lips.

   She tastes, and smells, exquisite.  She is all softness and warmth and
sweetness.  Her soft hot hands stroke my bearded cheek and then wrap around
my neck, clutching my face to hers as we make out.  She slips her tongue
out to tentatively stroke my lips, then giggles breathily when I slip mine
out to meet hers.  She's clearly never french kissed before, only read
about it, but I teach her with my own tongue, and she's a quick, and eager,
learner.  Before long, she's tangling her tongue with mine inside my mouth,
moaning softly, and I squeeze her gorgeous young bum as she writhes atop my
boner, grinding her crotch on mine through our shorts.

   We're gasping and panting in our kiss as our mutual desire stokes, and I
stand up, wrenching a lusty gasp from her as I support her butt with my
hands.  I don't break the kiss as I walk slowly over and sit on her Disney
Princess bedspread.  Corie pushes me gently down, and I fall back, the kiss
breaking as I lay on my back, Corie's long brown hair draping over us.  Her
hot breath is on my face, intoxicating me, and my huge cock is raging in my
trousers as she grinds her own crotch on it.

   "You smell so good," she murmured heatedly, and in back of my mind I
rejoice that she really does love my musk.  Her eyes are unfocused, her
lower lip tucked between her teeth as she grinds our crotches together, her
expression the intense concentration of a young maiden experiencing great
pleasure with a man for the first time.  "Want to breed me, Daddy?" she
huffs out breathlessly.

   My throbbing erection clearly signals my affirmation, but I manage to
gasp, mostly coherently, "You know I don't actually want kids." I have to
check, just to make sure we know where we stand.

   Corie grins and rolls her eyes.  "And you know you're not actually my
daddy, right?  You're right, kids are too much work; I should know, having
just been one till a coupla years ago.  I'm on birth control to regulate my
periods anyway." She leans down, murmuring in my ear.  "But I bet my big
sexy daddy could knock me up anyway, with his magic godly cum."

   I squeeze her bum tightly, prompting a hot breathy moan in my ear, and
then I kiss her again, passionately this time.  She locks her lips with
mine just as passionately, and our hands rove each other's bodies freely.
In the haze of our hot heavy kissing, our clothes get discarded, and Corie
finally breaks the kiss, looking in awe at my cockmeat.

   My dick is a towering pillar, slimed with precum, standing at ten inches
tall, and as thick around as her forearm.  Awe and desire dance in her
eyes. For my part, I am entranced with her naked beauty, exploring her
supple flesh with both my eyes and my hands.  Her small-chested nipples are
hard and tiny and pink, her pussy is moist and puffy and bald, and her skin
is so warm and soft and smooth and luscious.

   Corie strokes my cock, exploring it with her palms and fingers as I
fondle her naked body, and she kisses me again, inviting my tongue into her
own hot little mouth to dance.  She giggles as my precum slathers her
hands, and murmurs, "Oh daddy..." My cock lurches magnificently, and she
gasps with lust.  I push her gently down on the bed, and she spreads her
legs, eyes shining with pleasure and need.

   It takes all my will not to just plow into that sopping wet virgin cunt
right away, although Corie is clearly ready for it.  Instead, I kiss all
over her flesh, letting my beard tickle her skin erotically, and the 19
year old vixen writhes and gasps and moans, her fingers tangling in my hair
as I beard her.  Her moans are mostly incoherent, but every now and she
remembers to moan my name...except that it's not quite my name that she
moans, but 'Daddy'.

   I suck and beard her nipples and then her delectable pussy, and I end by
sucking a hickey on her neck, letting my weight rest atop her as she yips
in delight, her arms wrapping around my broad shoulders, as my huge
erection leaves a wet throbbing trail of precum on the blanket below her
body.  "Fuck me now," she moans desperately.  "Breed me."

   I slip my arms underneath her lithe little form and roll the both of us
over, so that she's on top of me, her wet young pussy slicking my hairy
muscular abs with virgin dew.  "This might make it easier for you," I
explain, my voice hoarse, my cock flinging out strings of pre that land on
her back.  She nods, only somewhat registering my words in the haze of her
euphoria, and I grip her slim waist with my hands, lifting her up and
setting her back till my bloated red knob is sandwiched between her 19 year
old thighs.

   My precum smears her pussy lips just as her juices slather my cockhead,
and I gently lower her down.  Corie's mouth is hanging open with pleasure
as her lips spread apart, impossibly wide apart, to slurp in my thick
shaft. As her plump labia clamp around my shaft just below the cock crown,
she throws her head back and hollers her passion.

   Her pussy is unbelievably hot and tight and soft and wet.  It pulses and
ripples around me in time with the spasms of delight rolling through her.
Bestial grunts of animal bliss gutter from my throat as I try to watch her
entire body at once.  Her face, locked into intense ecstasy; her chest,
slick with perspiration and stemmed by incredibly hard nubbins; her cunt,
gushing juices around the giant cock splitting her apart like a ripe fruit.

   "Oh, Dadddddyyyy..." Corie cries aloud.  Her screams are completely and
totally obscene, a virgin teen's sweet breathy voice given to lewd lusty
outbursts of wanton passion.  My cock lurches madly, and slowly she sinks
down, ensconcing more and more of my thick long shaft inside her incredible
young twat.

   Her head is tossing back and forth with sheer delight as her cunt lips
finally come to rest across my dark pubic curls, the erotic tickling
pleasure sending still more shivers of ecstasy through her.  "Oh, Daddy..."
she gasps, looking into my eyes with her own glazed orbs.  She rests a hand
briefly on her tummy, as though she can feel my cock inside with her hand.
"Your big cock feels so goooood..."

   "Your tight little pussy feels even better," I gasp.  I'm a bit more
coherent than Corie, having lots of experience with sexual pleasure, but
not by much.  Corie shifts some, trying to rise and fall on my cock, but
her pussy's gripping my cock so tightly, and her limbs aren't obeying her
as well as they usually do, being confounded by ecstasy.

   So at the pleading look in her eye, I help her, lifting up on her body
with my grip on her waist, then pulling her back down.  Corie screeches in
animal rapture as I start bouncing her atop me faster and faster, till I'm
yanking her up and down atop my ten inch fuckmeat like a sex doll.  She
cums hard, her body convulsing and limbs flailing, her long brown hair
flying every which way, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

   I don't let up, bucking my hips up into her pussy with every downward
pull of my arms, extending and heightening her virginal orgasm, plowing my
horny little 'daughter' for all she's worth.  "Daddy's gonna breed you!" I
announce in a thick growl of pleasure, and Corie shrieks something that
sounds vaguely like 'YESSSSSSSS'.  So I totally let go, pulling the juicing
young girl down balls-deep on me again as I burst like a dam inside her
deflowered cunt.

   My cum rockets deep inside her virgin 19 year old snatch, as her own
cream gushes out around my girthy shaft.  The only reason she's still
sitting up is due to my steadying grasp of her waist, and I relax that
grasp, letting her fall forward onto me.  She's too short to kiss me at the
same time that my fat long shlong is buried to the hilt inside her, but she
sucks mercilessly on the meat of my chest above my nipple, marking me as
her man with a dark hickey.

   I clutch her tightly to me as we come down slowly from our shared high.
Corie's little body shivers and trembles with frequent aftershocks for a
long time, and the fact that my throbbing erection is still ensconced in
her tight wet satin isn't helping the matter any.

   And we continue to fuck, for hours.  Long into the night and into the
early morning, we fuck and fuck and fuck.  I pound her insatiable 19 year
old quim in every position imaginable, as her shrieks of 'Daddy' ring
through the whole place.

   Eventually, we have to stop, from sheer exhaustion.  I'm not quite
totally exhausted yet, but Corie sure is.  Even a lively 19 year old girl
runs out of energy sometime.  We drift into slumber together, spooning
naked in her bed beneath the Disney Princess covers, my semi-hard cock
nestled between her thighs.  I'm only somewhat aware of Ella coming in at 5
in the morning and smiling fondly at us when she clicks off the light that
neither Corie nor I had thought to turn off.

   Corie doesn't rouse till ten that morning, which wakes me up as well. 
"Good morning, princess," I greet her fondly, kissing the top of her head.

   "Good morning, daddy," she says in the sweetest little voice you could
possibly imagine.  She twists around in my arms to kiss me, her eyes and
face glowing with happiness.  We get up, and I dress, while Corie puts on
some lavender pajamas over matching panties.  "Aww," Corie pouts as I pull
up my shorts, stuffing away my big cock.

   "My eyes are up here," I tease her as she looks longingly at my crotch
bulge.

   "What makes you think I'm interested in your eyes?" she giggles, winking
at me, and I laugh.  I carry her down the stairs to the kitchen, where she
shares a bowl of her Cinnamon Toast Crunch with me.  Ella has left a note,
saying that she's still sleeping, but I should feel free to hang out at the
house with Corie until game night if I want, and that I can help myself to
anything in the fridge.

   Eyes twinkling, I ask my new lover, "So what's the tastiest thing in
this house?"

   "Your cock, of course," she says around a mouthful of cereal.  "Not that
I had a chance to suck it last night, you wouldn't stop pounding my pussy."
Her large brown eyes are smiling.

   I snort humorously.  "You can suck me off any time you like.  But I
meant, other than my cock."

   "Your balls," Corie offers, swallowing.

   "There's hair on my balls," I point out.

   "There's hair on your face too," she counters, "and I love kissing you."

   "Touche," I allow.  "But what's the tastiest thing in this house that,
you know, I can actually eat?"

   She sticks her tongue out at me, and says, "Bacon."

   "Wrong," I immediately rebut her.

   She blinks.  "What?"

   "You are!" I say, and surge out of my chair, taking her with me to the
couch as she shrieks with laughter.  I start kissing and sucking her neck,
and she starts moaning and panting.  "Yum!" I say after a minute.  "That's
the best breakfast I've ever had."

   She swats me playfully with a giggle.  "Naughty daddy.  Wanna watch
Steven Universe with me?"

   "Sure," I chuckle, and let her sit up.  She plops herself in my lap as I
pick up the remote control from the side table and hand it to her.  I don't
know anything about cartoons these days, but they're surprisingly fun when
watching them with a hot sexy wonderful teenage lover.

   So we spend a fun and relaxing day together, even after Ella finally
rouses at 2 in the afternoon.  We trade emails and phone numbers, play a
couple of board games in which we regularly accuse each other of cheating,
and I read some more of my smut to her, as well as showing her the roleplay
website I frequent, and my characters on them.

   At 4, I convince Corie to let me take her out to dinner, and I treat her
to a great meal at Red Lobster.  Of course, Corie insists on sitting in my
lap the whole time, to which I have no objection, and so the two of us pick
a single extra-large meal to share.

   When Corie and I walk into the Gamer Moot holding hands that evening, a
little late, Bob crows triumphantly.  Sam groans and slaps a fiver into his
hand.  I arch my eyebrow.  "What's that about?"

   "I bet Sam that you two would be dating by now," Bob laughed.  "He said
it wouldn't be till after tonight."

   "You two are dating?" Hatch says in a voice of mock-surprise.  "My heart
is broken!  I have no reason to live!"

   "Sure you do," Corie tells him.  "You just have to invent some
harebrained evil scheme to kill off Al and take his place."

   Hatch perks up as we all laugh, and the games begin.  This game night is
just as fun as the previous two weeks, and at the end, Corie goes home with
me, though Ella teases that I should have her roommate back at the
university by dinnertime the follow day.

   Cody makes all sorts of kissyface noises as the two of us depart, still
holding hands, and Corie grins shamelessly at me.  As soon as the store
door closes behind us, she lets go of my hand and leaps into my arms,
kissing me passionately.  "Now that we're alone, 'daddy'," she grins, "I
can have my way with you."

   "You do realize that they can all see us?" I point out with a grin.  The
entire storefront of the Gamer Moot is glass, and indeed, within is the
rest of the group pointing and laughing.

   "Yup," Corie nods incorrigibly, and I kiss her again with a laugh.

   Corie is entranced with my apartment, even though it's nothing special,
and browses my bookshelves, picking out several books to borrow.  I read
some more of my smut to her, and halfway through it, she climbs out of my
lap and kneels in front of the chair, fishing my fat long cock out of my
trousers, and starts sucking experimentally!

   I groan aloud, my cock hardening and swelling in her mouth.  "Don't stop
reading," she giggles.  "But I know if I wait till you start fucking my
pussy, I'll be in too much heaven to think about giving you a blowjob!"

   I keep reading as Corie slowly works fully half of my enormous shaft
inside of her mouth and throat.  My voice has become a series of
semi-coherent grunts of pleasure, and Corie signals to me that she needs
help.  With a few waves of her hands, she indicates that I should keep
reading as well.  So I obey her dictum, while pushing gently down on her
head.  Obscene glugging and slurping noises punctuate my reading as Corie
finally pushes her nose down into my dark pubic curls.

   I'm panting rather heavily now as I read about a pregnant teenage girl
giving her daddy a blowjob, and just as I get to the part with the girl
juicing from the daddy cumming inside her, Corie locks up, a massive climax
tearing through her.  Her throat works so tightly and frenziedly around me,
that I can barely hold off, and then I realize, there's no reason to.  I
let myself go, and my nuts tighten and release over and over as I pour my
wads of cum into her thirsty 19 year old fuckpipe.

   After swallowing my entire load with appreciative murmurs, Corie pulls
off me, strands of teen drool connecting my shaft to her kissable lips. 
"You taste so good, daddy!" she beams, and giggles as my still-hard cock
throbs.  "I think someone's ready to fuck his pregnant little girl now,
what about you?"

   "Sure am," I manage to say.  "Know where I can find one?" Corie barks a
laugh and playfully swats my head as she stands up and climbs up into my
lap, straddling my lap so that my cock enters her luscious dripping twat.

   "Nope," she says cheerfully.  "But I'll keep you company till she gets
here."

   "I can deal with that," I grin, and lose coherent thought as she starts
bucking atop my lap, her hands around my neck as she plunges my huge
fucktool deep inside her slick satin again and again.

   That's two nights in a row that we spend fucking, two wonderful nights
of practically nonstop orgasm.  After this first wonderful weekend of being
boyfriend and girlfriend, we settle into a bit of a schedule, dictated by
my work and her schooling.  I swing by her house to see her and sometimes
take her out to McDonalds a couple times during the week after school, and
on Saturdays after game nights, she comes home with me.

   We constantly roleplay when we're not together, lighting up each other's
phones and computers with texts and emails.  She confides that she has to
turn the sound of her texts off, so she won't get caught sexting me during
class.  In roleplay chats, she and I invite other girls to join us, to
roleplay twin girls fucking their daddy.  She writes some more smut
stories, often directly inspired by mine or intended as sequels, and gets
better and better.  On nights that we don't spend together, I call her up
and read aloud our smut stories to her.

   We even begin to collaborate on stories a bit, and Corie expresses great
interest in helping me write, expand, and fine-tune my intended 'opus'
Grand Trinity.  I'm floating in the clouds this whole time, and I know,
deep in my heart, that this 19 year old girl is everything I've ever been
looking for; she is my soul mate.

   My editor brings to my attention one day a smut story online that's a
sequel to one of my own, and asks me about it.  I tell him about my
girlfriend Corie, and he lights up, talking about a new initiative of his:
'smut for teens, by teens'.  Apparently it's been an idea of his for a long
time, but he's never encountered a young writer before with a scrap of
decent skill, so he's elated to hear about Corie.

   I discuss this with Corie, and Corie begins writing professionally!  As
soon as I read aloud her very first professional smut story to her - in
person, with her on my lap - and praise her quite sincerely on it, she
beams at me and says, "I love you, daddy!"

   It's the very first time either one of us has used the L word, and yet,
I feel suddenly shocked that I've never said it to her before.  "I love you
too, baby doll," I say, and we kiss deeply, before proceeding to fuck each
other's brains out.

   This is six months since we've met, and I feel the time is right.  I
call Ella up one day and ask if I can meet with her before Corie gets home
from school.  So I arrive extra early at their place, and sit with Ella at
the kitchen table.

   "I'd like to ask Corie to move in with me," I say, a bit apprehensively.

   Ella explodes in laughter.  "About time!  I've been expecting this for
three months."

   I blink in surprise.  "Really?"

   "Yes," she affirms.  "You two click more than any other couple I've ever
known."

   "But do you think she'd be okay with that?" I persist.

   "Fuck yes," Ella said.  "She's always been a happy girl, but these past
six months - they've been the happiest of her life.  You're incredibly good
for her, Al.  Hell, you've even gotten her a job!"

   "That was my editor," I demur.  "He just didn't know about Corie before
me."

   Ella dismisses my modesty.  "She never would've started writing stories
at all if it weren't for you.  I've read her stuff.  It's amazingly good.
I've read published works that weren't as good as hers.  Sure, she's still
young and unpolished - but so are a lot of published authors.  Anyway, I
guarantee you that Corie wants to live together with you."

   I impulsively pull the young woman into a grateful hug, thanking her
over and over, as she laughs.

   Ella is right of course; Corie is excited beyond words to move in with
me, although of course she demands to decorate my bedroom - now OUR bedroom
- with all her girly stuff.  I laugh and agree, and the process of turning
my apartment into a teenage girl's fantasy land begins.  Various
arrangements are made of course, in addition to the actual moving.  My
apartment is a little bit past the extent of the city bus line, but since
my freelance work schedule allows me the time, I can drive her to and from
her college classes.

   Also, it turns out that Corie's scholarship for university covers part
of her room and board even if she lives off-campus, thus easing the rent
bill for our shared apartmentI make enough money that I can support the two
of us comfortably enough, if not richly, but this extra income will
definitely help us out.  Besides, Corie and I don't need much besides each
other, books, and computers on which to write stories and roleplay.

   The first day we move in together is a Friday.  All of Corie's stuff has
been moved and unpacked by me while she was in class, and I picked her up
from school to bring her here to my apartment, her new home, instead of the
place she shared with Ella.  We're all over each other, and I even carry
her over the threshold as she giggles.

   "Okay, now let me down," she demands once we're in the bedroom.  "I need
to take a shower."

   "No, you don't," I object.  "I like the way you smell."

   "That's because you're a naughty man, daddy," she teases me.  She always
calls me 'daddy' when we're alone now, and it never fails to stir my cock.
"But I have a little surprise for you.  Make sure you're naked when I'm
done."

   I chuckle, knowing what that means.  "You know, my shower is big enough
for both of us..."

   She beams at me.  "I know!  I'm looking forward to that.  But I want to
surprise you this first night."

   "Okay," I laugh and bend down to peck her lips, helping her pull off her
blouse as she shucks her clothes with no shame whatsoever.

   "Hey, no fair," she objects once she's totally stripped, "you get to see
me, but I don't get to see you."

   "You're right!" I exclaim.  "That's not fair!" I make no move to rectify
this situation however, and she chortles.

   "You're so bad, daddy," she laughs.  "I love you."

   "I love you too, baby doll," I kiss her again.  'Babydoll' is a common
term of endearment the characters in my smut stories use for their
daughter-lovers, so Corie long ago insisted I call her that.  As she goes
into the bathroom - wiggling and smacking her pert young ass before she
closes the door - I finally start taking my own clothes off, chuckling
happily.

   I make myself comfortable on the bed, listening to her singing in the
shower as I stroke my cock into a raging ten-inch erection.  This way,
'daddy' will be good and ready for his horny little girl.

   My teenage lover spends an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom
once the water shuts off.  I wonder what she's doing, but wait patiently,
gently stroking my shaft.  When Corie finally emerges, my mouth drops open.
Her hair is in long loose ringlets again, like that one game night she
dressed up for me, and she's wearing a transparent pink teddy that leaves
nothing to the imagination.  Crotchless pink panties complete her luscious
lingerie, and my cock gives an enormous lurch, spewing out strands of clear
sticky pre.

   Corie giggles.  Her bare pussy is moist and plump, and her nipples puffy
and hard.  "Daddy," she coos at me as she crawls on the bed next to me,
curling up into my arm as she takes over for me, gently stroking my slimy
shaft, "will you do something for me?"

   I know this is probably a set up, but I say it anyway.  "Anything,
babydoll."

   "Anything?" she says breathily, her eyes twinkling.

   "Except dance naked in public with a lampshade on my head," I clarify.

   "Well, dammit!" she giggles softly.

   "But anything ELSE, I will do," I tease her.

   "Mmm," she murmurs, and raises her face up to whisper into my ear. 
"Will you fuck my tight virgin 19 year old ass?" My cock jerks wildly as I
almost cum, and Corie laughs breathlessly.

   "You know I will, Corie," I say seriously.  "But not every girl likes
it. I've only done it with a couple of girls, and they said it was okay,
but they liked it in the pussy much better."

   "I know," Corie nods.  "But I want to try it.  You always make me feel
so good when you rub my bum, I want to see what it feels like with this
monster up my butthole." She kisses me, and with no further ado, rolls away
to kneel on the bed, on her hands and knees.  She looks so incredibly
adorable and sweet and lovely in that pink teddy, and her tight pucker is
bared through her crotchless panties, over her puffy dripping cunt.

   I kneel behind her and guide my bloated cockknob to her rosebud, and
Corie trembles, a shudder of anticipatory ecstasy shivering through her. 
Slowly I push forward, and Corie moans aloud, the sound a perfect synthesis
of a cute princess and a fuckstarved whore, and I feel like my big
thrumming cock has never been this hard before.

   Her asshole takes my fat long dick in welcomingly, her hot soft satin
lovetunnel squeezing and squelching lovingly around me.  Rapture gutters in
my throat, and I realize Corie is quaking with her bliss.  As soon as I
bottom out in her, my fat nuts slapping lightly on her pussy, Corie cries
out and cums.  Her asshole clamps down possessively on my cock, and her
twat clutches on emptiness as she literally squirts 19 year old juices from
her snatch onto the bedspread.

   I'm so surprised by her overwhelmingly orgasmic response to anal sex,
that I jizz instantly, spewing hot fucksauce deep inside my little lover's
hot horny bowels.  Corie cries out my name, a barely coherent scream of
'daddy', and I bellow 'babydoll' as I nut inside her.  I always cum a lot,
but I still can't remember the last time I cummed this much, as I gush
fountain after fountain inside her climaxing rosebud.

   It's several long minutes before we start to relax, panting and gasping
hoarsely, and Corie moans lewdly, still feeling my hard 10 inch erection
twitching inside her ass.  "That's just the beginning, daddy," she teases
me breathlessly.  "Now start fucking me good and hard!"

   I do just that, and for the next several hours, I pound her little ass
mercilessly, ripping orgasm after orgasm after screaming squirting orgasm
from my 19 year old babydoll, my little lover, my lifetime soul mate...

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