Joe unlocked the door, holding the bag of groceries precariously in his arm, kicked the door open, went in, and kicked it shut again.
“I’m home,” he shouted. He could hear the tv in the living room. He set the bag on the counter and went to the living room. Charlie was sitting on the sofa with a glass of milk and cookies on the table, watching cartoons. She smiled when she saw him, and she looked delightfully cute. She was wearing a white blouse and a short, blue skirt with suspenders. He had not noticed before, but she was clearly growing older, beginning to look more and more like a woman than a girl.
“I got your favorite ice cream for dessert,” he said.
“Good,” Charlie shouted.
Joe looked at the cookies. “It looks like you’ve already had dessert.”
“It was only a few cookies, honest.”
“Is it going to spoil your dinner?”
“No. What are we having?”
“Spaghetti.”
Her face lit up. “Good,” she said again.
Joe went back to the kitchen and unpacked the groceries. Near the top were a package he stopped to pick up on the way home, and he set it aside where he would remember it later.
He cooked the spaghetti, the best he’d made in a long time, he thought, and Charlie liked it so much she ate two servings. Joe had been concerned that she wouldn’t be hungry after eating cookies, but it didn’t seem to do anything about her hunger. Maybe, he thought, when they were eating ice cream, he should be concerned instead that she would get fat from eating too much.
After dinner, they sat together on the sofa to watch tv. Charlie snuggled close to Joe and Joe put his arm around her, and Charlie laid her hand delicately on his chest, lightly stroking with her fingers. The tv show was a family sitcom, but neither of them was paying too much attention to it. Joe’s penis started to grow hard, making a large, very obvious lump in his lap. Charlie’s hand began to slowly drift down over his belly and finally came to a rest on the bulge in his lap, rubbing it tenderly. Joe took a deep sigh.
Charlie deftly unbuttoned his pants. Joe lifted his hips a tiny bit, and she quickly slipped her warm hand into his pants. The tips of her fingers tangled in his thick, wiry pubic hairs and touched the shaft of his cock. He flinched and gasped. He looked down and could see her hand moving in his pants like a mole moving just under the surface of the grass. He warm hand wrapped around the burning-hot shaft of his cock and he let out another deep sigh. He sat there for a long time, letting her rub him like that.
Eventually, he decided he wanted more, unzipped his pants and pushed them down. His hard cock popped up almost right in Charlie’s face, standing slightly bent over with its own weight like a huge, thick tree in a strong wind. Charlie put her hand around it and stroked it slowly and firmly, first up, then back down. She opened her mouth and put the head in her mouth, and she was sucking, while Joe stared blankly at the tv screen.
Her head moved slowly up and down, and her mouth was making wet, slurping sounds. Joe was beginning to breath hard and moan. She had her right hand around the bottom half of his shaft, and her left hand around his balls, squeezing and pulling them. She sucked her mouth off noisily like she was sucking a popsicle and licked the head with swirling motions of her tiny tongue. She brought her hand up to the top end and bent it back to lick down the shaft with small swipes. She went all the way down to his balls and licked them. They were too big to fit into her small mouth at the same time, but she sucked them one after the other.
Joe spread his legs wide and grunted when she pulled them in her mouth. There was some slight discomfort, but the feeling was so good that it made his penis harder.
“Oh...oh,” he moaned. Charlie raised her head and plunged his cock into her mouth again. She knew how to suck him hard and not make him cum, how to bring him right to the point where he thought he was going to shoot, and let him down without letting him cum. His huge cock was throbbing red and purple. Veins stood out under the skin like pipes and the skin on the head was tight and shiny. She closed her lips tightly around the head and bobbed her head rapidly, making the head rub against her wet tongue.
“I’m going to cum,” Joe whispered. His muscles strained, he grunted, and his cum was gushing into her mouth in huge, long, thick spurts. Charlie continued to bob her head and swallowed fast as it filled her mouth. That orgasm seemed to take everything out of him. He felt a dull ache deep in his groin that he knew would not go away soon.
She kept licking and smearing his cum and her saliva on her face. She ran her tongue up and down the huge pole. It looked like a wet, shiny piece of wood beside her tiny, precious face. She caught him staring down at her and smiled up at him. He realized he was staring, shook his head, and smiled back.
“Do you want to fuck me now?” she said.
“Yes,” he said, stroking her hair. “Go in the kitchen and get the small box I left on the counter.” She looked at him curiously for a moment, then jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen. She came running back with the small box he had brought home.
“What is it?” she said, handing it to him.
