Coralee's Daddy

"That hurt you? You so soft and warm here, pretty girl...I just...I forgot..."

Ginny didn't know what he'd meant by that. Forgot what? That she was a late bloomer? That she'd never been touched before? That she was still brand new, though most girls her age had already lost it?

"Let me kiss you, now. Don't be shy. I just wanna make you feel nice."

"You do?" She asked it in a way that nearly broke his heart.

Emmett knew he was doing the worst kind of wrong to his daughter's new friend, but in that moment he'd become someone else entirely. If he'd looked in the mirror, he would've found a stranger's face peering back at him, someone who was all broken up and beaten down. He knew it was a shameful thing, to take his grief and frustration out on a sweet little bird like Ginny.

"I do. Let me kiss you, sweetheart." Emmett gave her freckled-up cheek one gentle kiss and she smiled, all playful and shy when he did it.

"It's scratchy." Ginny couldn't look at him.

"My face?" He reached up and rubbed at his red beard. It made a sound like sandpaper going across wood.

"I love these freckles." He touched her nose with a sugary sweetness that made her trust him all over again.

"I hate 'em." Ginny felt herself blush.

"You such a beautiful little thing." Emmett kissed her cheek again, smiling against her hot skin.

Ginny looked over at him, right into his deep hazel eyes. She bit back a little smile, turning her gaze down like a shy doe, and it was all the invitation he needed. He took her little chin in his big hand and pulled her smooth baby face close against his own. He kissed at her warm mouth and she followed his lead, stroking her cotton candy tongue against his, kissing deeper when he did, her breath growing quicker all the while.

"You so sweet, baby girl. I love this pretty little mouth." Emmett traced a slow, teasing thumb over her wet bottom lip.

Ginny lay there with a shy smile on her, taking in all his sweet talk like a cool glass of water on a hot day.

She felt his big hand slip down and graze across her small triangle of dark curls. A moment later, he nestled his fingers against her slippery warmth and started a slow, gentle rub there, circling around her most tender place. It sent a warm flutter of pleasure through her, and as he added more pressure, a soft, urgent ache took root deep in her belly. It made Ginny close her eyes and sigh like a baby.

"That feel nice?"

Her small body went lazy against his, just like Lucy's did when he used a slow, gentle touch. With Ginny though, it only took a moment before she was swollen up wet and beautiful. She was so young, and her body told him so.

"Yeah...it feels nice."

She smiled up at him bashfully and he kept on, going slow, watching her pretty face; the way she closed her eyes tight, then opened them again, daring to watch his steady hand as it touched her in a way no one had before.

"I wanna make you feel real good, baby girl."

Emmett whispered right near the hollow of her little ear, his voice honey-sweet and soft. He kissed deep at her full mouth, and this time, he felt the soft tilt of her hips, the way her pretty legs opened a little further, welcoming every bit of pleasure that he offered up.

He'd always had a way with women. He'd never been the most handsome or shown the most bravado, and he'd certainly never professed to be the smartest, but somehow he'd always known just what to say, and at just the right time. Like magic, his soft, deep voice had made more than a few sets of legs fall wide open for him, and even at forty-two years old, it seemed that was still the case.

"Is that all right? The way I'm touchin' you?"

"I guess so...." Ginny swallowed hard, and they both looked down.

A moment later, she felt the scratch of his beard on the firm swells of her breasts. He used a slippery tongue to trace slow, warm circles around her little pink nipples and Ginny looked on with curious eyes. It felt better than she'd imagined, and it looked like something you'd see in a dirty movie; the kind all the boys talked about at school. She felt the hot pull of his mouth there, sucking at her softy. He licked at her pretty red points, and his warm tongue left a shiny wetness on her taut nipples. She saw it in the hazy light of the porch lamp through the big picture window, and it was a beautiful sight. The distant song of a neighbor's wind chimes danced through the open screen as Emmett pulled his body away from hers. A moment later, he gazed down at her, kneeling between her lazy open legs.

"Just relax now...you promise?"

Emmett pulled his t-shirt over his messy, red-brown hair and Ginny looked up at him, her big eyes all full of wonder. He was thick-chested and strong-armed, and he had more muscle on his bones than any boy she'd ever seen. She caught a glimpse of two reddish patches of hair under his arms, and suddenly, she felt very young. He had a strange, faded black tattoo inked onto his upper right arm. It looked like a rooster, but she didn't dare ask to see it. She just watched him quietly, listening to the gentle, familiar hum of their refrigerator in the next room, her eyes on all the parts of him that were different from her own.

Emmett slipped his body over hers and Ginny took in a sharp breath at the feel of his bare belly pressed tight against her most private place. It felt more than good, and she wanted to touch him then, but she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Don't be shy, now...all right?"

"All right." Her eyes were like two dark moons as they roamed over his warm mouth, pleading for another sweet kiss. He obliged her, and at the same time, they both let out a little sigh of pleasure. Emmett knew he was in the worst kind of trouble. The way he wanted inside of her then was something primal. He'd never felt a desire quite like it.

"Girl...you got me all in a lather here..."

His words were a hungry whisper against the damp hollow of her neck, and Ginny couldn't help but worry on what came next. She didn't want to think of his man part, but she couldn't not think of it either. She knew enough about sex to guess what he was easing her into, and she was downright nervous about all that.

"Really?" Ginny felt tongue-tied and self-conscious. She didn't have a clue on how to respond to all the longing he had for her. With her glasses and her freckles, and her slight, girlish frame, she just plain wasn't used to being so irresistible.

"There's just somethin' 'bout you, pretty girl."

In the darkness, Emmett traced a slow, sultry tongue around the sweet dip of her navel, and without hesitation, he gave her bare little cleft one long, slow lick. She tasted clean and salty and undeniably feminine. He hadn't tasted another woman in twenty years, and it felt downright sinful. Ginny was different there, smaller and nothing but tender, the color of pale pink roses. Lucy was darker skinned. She'd always hated the color of her sex, a warm brown like Tupelo honey.

"You taste so sweet."

Emmett drew his tongue up slowly, pressing it inside of her so he could get another taste and she made a quiet little sound above him. He slipped his ropy arms under her slim legs, cradling the slight curve of her waist in his big hands, holding her small body gently until she relaxed against him.

"I do?" A note of disbelief came up in her quiet voice.

"You do. Sweet like sugarcane..." Emmett gave her a playful smile and Ginny saw all of his straight, white teeth shining in the darkness.

He kissed at her belly, then slipped his hands down under her firm little behind. Emmett looked on at her sex. A hint of pink, swollen flesh peeked out at him, and Ginny's whole body went tense as he nestled his thumbs against her small, dainty cleft and opened her with gentle fingers. He went right to her most tender spot and took it in, sucking at it long and deep, and Ginny felt a warm, aching pleasure like nothing she'd ever known. It made her legs tremble and her eyelids flutter, and she couldn't help but let out a sound so soft and sweet, it made Emmett weak in the knees.

"That feel good, baby girl?" He licked at her baby soft flesh, then fluttered his warm tongue up against her tender spot, all light and quick.

"Oh my goodness, yes. It feels really good."

Ginny answered him with all the honesty of a green teenage girl. He heard the eager hitch in her small voice and he'd never been so completely and so desperately turned on by anything in his life. He started having her for supper then. He pulled her slim, coltish legs up onto his shoulders and she let out a surprised little gasp, rising up onto her elbows. He licked her clean, then sucked at her sweet spot, all swollen up firm like the pit of a cherry. His natural instinct was to bury his fingers up inside all that slippery warmth like he'd done to his wife a thousand times, but he hesitated, remembering that she was still brand new.

Ginny sighed like a baby bird. She couldn't help it. The longer he sucked at her, the more it felt like she was chasing a butterfly just out of reach. It would hover close and then slip away, leaving her body all hot with an aching frustration. It wasn't until he began drawing a steady circle with his tongue, that she dared to reach down and touch his damp, messy hair. She pulled at it softly, thinking of nothing else but the warm, deep rhythm of his hungry mouth buried up against her there.

It started with a little flutter of pleasure inside, and then it blossomed, bright and beautiful, coming on in waves, each one stronger than the one before. She felt a warm shudder down where his mouth still worked against her, lapping at all her sweet nectar, and Ginny let out a helpless little sigh of pleasure, losing herself in all that newfound heaven. It felt so good she almost couldn't breathe.

Emmett recognized the surrender in that little sigh of hers. He'd felt the tremble in her smooth legs against his lean shoulders. He'd made her come for the first time, and it had taken all of five little minutes. Emmett couldn't deny that he was downright smitten with that notion.

"Oh my goodness..." Ginny bit back a growing smile and covered her freckled face with both small hands.

"Oh my goodness." Emmett teased her with those sweet, playful words, and he smiled back at her, planting a quick kiss on her smooth, flat belly.

"You like that?"

"Uh-huh. A lot." Her breath went in and out like she'd just run a mile in the sun, and her dark hair was all damp and messy around her soft face.

"Didn't I tell you I wasn't gonna hurt you?"

He smoothed her hair back with both big hands and Ginny nodded yes like an over-eager child. He looked at her cheeks, all flushed up pink and pretty, and he knew it wasn't right. She wasn't ready yet.

He thought on Coralee, his own baby girl, and the shame she would feel if it ever came out; all the dirty things he'd done to her new friend. And Lucy, if she ever came to know the truth? That he'd messed with a girl so young and naïve? Well, Emmett supposed she'd just want to cut his stiff pecker clean off. It wouldn't be out of jealousy, either. It'd be out of disgust. The mama bear in her just wouldn't stand for any of that business. It was a downright horrific thought.

Still, Emmett reached southward and pulled loose the thick leather belt wrapped around his lean hips.

"I don't know, Mr. Cooper."

It struck him that she didn't even know his first name, or if she did, she was too awkward to call him by it.

"It's all right."

"It ain't..." Ginny spoke up then as Emmett's blue trousers slipped down his hips, and the whole silky smooth length of his cock spilled out, bobbing softly above her. It was beautiful and frightening all at the same time and she marveled at him there. She couldn't take her eyes away, though she tried.

Emmett watched a soft, love-struck gaze come over her pretty young face and it didn't surprise him a bit. He'd been no Don Juan before he'd met Lucy, but he'd had a fair share of lovers, and they'd all worn the same, almost comic expression when they'd seen his cock for the first time. It'd always made him feel a little like a stallion, and Lucy had told him as much the first time they'd made love. He could still hear her girlish voice, teasing him something fierce.

"You right proud of that big ol' thing, ain't you, Emmett Cooper?" He'd been kneeling above her, and she'd prodded at his belly with the tips of her painted toes, tickling him until he'd grabbed her foot and kissed it gently. Lucy had rolled her big blue eyes when he'd answered her with a wide smile. "Yes, indeed pretty lady. And now I'm gonna show you just how proud I am."

Right then, Emmett was swollen up heavy and hard as a redwood. He stood up long and thick and more eager than he had in ten years. He wanted inside of Ginny's ripe little body. He wanted it in the worst way, but the daddy in him said, "Don't you dare. She's still brand new, and that's sacred territory."

"You can't. My mama'll go to her grave if you put a baby in me, Mr. Cooper." Ginny looked up at him with wide, dark eyes. "It ain't gonna fit inside me, anyhow...I don't think..."

Emmett held his tongue and bit back a little smile. He grabbed onto that part of himself, covering up a bit so she wouldn't be scared that he was going to impale her.

"Just lay back. I ain't going inside. I promise."

"You promise?"

"I promise. Now lay back."

Ginny kept still, and then finally, she obliged him.

Emmett leaned in and traced a gentle thumb over her red, bee-stung mouth. It was all swollen up from kissing and he gave her full bottom lip a soft bite. He waited for her touch, and when he finally felt her warm, inquisitive fingers brush against his bare belly, it sent a shudder of pleasure through him. He rubbed himself against her baby smooth thigh, watching her eyes all the while. She hesitated, then reached down where he was stiff and warm.

Her touch was curious and gentle. He felt her hot little palm slip all the way down his swollen shaft, and just like that, she pulled back again. It was a sweet kind of torture for him; the best foreplay in the world. He hadn't felt so lit up since he'd been a horny kid all riddled with angst and hormones.

"Go on now. Touch it all you want. It ain't gonna bite."

She bit at her bottom lip, then let her fingers slip down his hard belly again. Emmett watched her little palm start a soft, careful tug on his thick shaft. It was the stuff of dirty dreams, and like any red-blooded man, he couldn't help but savor it. Her wide-eyed innocence was suddenly better than high heels and black lingerie

"Is that right?" Ginny didn't have a clue. She did her best, until she finally found his rhythm.

"You can handle me a little rougher if you want. You ain't gonna hurt me. I promise."

"All right." Ginny bit back a little giggle, and Emmett sighed just hearing it. She pulled harder and faster, catching on quick, and soon, he was getting a good old-fashioned hand job. For a minute or two, he felt like a sixteen-year-old buck again.

"I can't believe I'm doin' this." She sounded giddy, all full of wonder and possibility.

"Keep goin'. Don't you dare stop now, pretty girl."

Emmett kissed at her mouth, and the way she kissed back, all hot tongue and panting breath, made him want to slip inside her little body and fuck her sore. He had to reign in all that desire before he hurt her in more ways than one.

"I need you to say somethin' for me."

"What?" He nudged her little hand away and grabbed hold of himself, and suddenly, Ginny worried about him not keeping his promise.

"Say....come on my belly. Say it now, sweet girl." His mouth was hot against her ear, and Ginny watched the steady rhythm of his big hand. It slid up and down his long, smooth part, then settled under the thick, rounded tip, pulling hard and quick.

Ginny hesitated, then whispered to him in the hot darkness. "Come on my belly..."

She knew what it meant, but she couldn't picture it actually happening. Her face burned with shame, and she felt all hot and feverish.

Ginny lay there quiet on the big plaid couch, listening to the quick draw of Emmett's breath as he worked his cock above her. He was so close to that warm opening between her legs, and a sudden longing filled her belly. She couldn't help but wonder how he might feel inside, all that stiff, silky heat. Her slim legs had a mind of their own, and they grew lazy in welcome.

The invitation wasn't lost on Emmett for a second. It was the most wicked temptation he'd ever known.

"You ain't ready for all that...are you?" She lay flushed and open beneath him, and his eyes wandered down to that soft, virgin warmth. He dared to nudge against her and Ginny tensed right up.

"I...I don't know..." Her eyes looked frightened and excited all at the same time, and Emmett pulled back, kissing her forehead.

"It's all right, baby. We don't gotta do that...just do what you done before."

Ginny did then. She worked her restless little hand up and down his long cock, and that sweet, eager touch sent Emmett right to the edge.

"That's it, pretty girl...don't stop..."

A soft, desperate look swam in his hazel eyes, and suddenly, a quick rush of heat painted her belly, like warm honey. Ginny heard a quiet sound catch in his throat, and she looked down at his swollen cock as it shuddered gently in the small cradle of her palm. Little spurts of hot, milky wetness fell onto her bare skin and Emmett kissed her then, lapping his tongue against hers until the well ran dry.

He smiled down at her, all spent and satisfied, his heart going like a piston inside his chest. Her little palm still held fast to the sore head of his cock, and he gently eased it away.

"Did I do it right?" Ginny looked down at the warm, beautiful mess he'd made on her soft skin. She dared to touch it with the tip of one finger, almost like she might get burned.

"Yeah...you sure did, sweetheart."

Emmett cupped a big, daddy-like hand around her cheek and bit back a little belly laugh. She was so young and everything was so new for her, and in that moment, he'd never been more ashamed of himself. What in hell had he just done?

He shimmied his pants back up his narrow hips and buckled his old leather belt. A moment later, he leaned back against the big plaid couch and used his palm to wipe the sweat clean from his damp forehead. He needed a shower something fierce. The smell of sex seeped out of his pores, and he needed every trace of that gone before Lucy's red Chevy pulled up in their dirt drive.

Emmett sat there catching his breath, wondering what little Ginny thought of him. He knew what he thought of himself. Dirty old man.

After a minute or two she started buttoning up her little frock, not even thinking to wipe his stuff from her smooth, flat belly.

Emmett looked down at the pink spots of dried calamine all over her tiny feet. He reached and touched one of those tender, throbbing welts all swollen up with poison. If not for her trek through the summer woods just hours before, Ginny would still have her innocence. He knew that nothing would ever be the same for either of them again.

"You best soak these feet when you get home today." Emmett couldn't get himself to look at her big, searching eyes so he just pinched at her little toes, feeling red-faced and awkward.

"I ain't gonna say anything, Mr. Cooper. I promise."

Ginny pulled her sore, ticklish feet away from him then, her eyes filled to the brim with a new kind of knowing; the flicker of her smile like a struck match in the dark.