Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's Problem Child

Summary: Leigh Rockton meets his new neighbors under difficult circumstances; however, his carnal desires overcome his hostility. The premise is basically my usual; man meets girl/woman and the rest you know,
with a few twists to keep your interest.
Keywords: M/f /f/F con

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Date of first publication: Friday PM, February 20, 2004

Story codes: M/f /f/F con.

Story intro: Leigh Rockton meets his new neighbors under difficult circumstances; however, his carnal desires overcome his hostility. The premise is basically my usual; man meets girl/woman and the rest you know,
with a few twists to keep your interest.
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Problem Child

Another Story By

Jack Spratt

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This Version of this Story has been completely reedited and proofed
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Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

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Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing.
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Each day when returning home, I marvel at the myriad of people in this
neighborhood. They come from all walks of life: Latinos, Blacks, Mexicans,
Asians, Portuguese, and everything in between; and, of course, very few
whites. I'm one of the latter. The reasons I chose to live in this area is
the cosmopolitan atmosphere and my love the women of the various races;
besides, it's close to my work. Their beautiful complexions have always
commanded my interest and wonderment.

My apartment building is a three-story walk-up; my unit is on the top
floor. It's a very old structure, loaded with character, high ceilings and
tall, narrow windows. My choice of this building was for one reason: it was
spotless. My Portuguese landlady is forever cleaning. The halls are
bright, all the lights work and the maintenance is top rate. There are
four apartments on each floor. Mine faces the street. I spend many
relaxing hours looking out the window enjoying the view of my neighbors,
especially the women, the younger the better.

Three months ago a young colored family, consisting of what I assume is a
mother and daughter, moved into the apartment beside mine; I casually
watched them move in, but never really got a good look at them. If there's
a male of the family, he's yet to reveal himself.

Lately, the noise of items hitting our shared wall has become disturbing.
Sometimes it sounds like a war with the shouting and the other noises.
It's getting to the point I will complain to the landlady or I will visit my
neighbor and request they keep the noise down to a dull roar.

My job, as a shift supervisor at the parts plant, requires that I'm alert
and on my toes all the time, to make sure my shift meets our production
targets. It also means a nice quarterly bonus if it happens under budget.
Fortunately, I haven't missed one in five years. To keep bright and bushy
tailed, I need my sleep.

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My name is Leigh Rockton; at thirty-nine, and still single, I'm
comfortable with my life. The apartment is only four blocks from the
plant. I use a bicycle; it saves time, money and keeps me in shape; not to
mention I avoid all the traffic hassles, especially coming home. The
streets are narrow in this section of the city and traffic congestion from
all the neighboring plants lasts up to three hours. On my bike, I'm home in
five minutes. My vehicle is stored in a garage behind the building, ready
for use. Generally I use it for a trip to the grocery store.

It's spring. Usually when I arrive at the apartment after my shift, I
enjoy a shower and then a meal. With soft music playing in the background,
it gives me time to unwind; this is my thinking time, as well as a time I pursue my
favorite vocation of girl watching. Any problems at the plant are usually
resolved in this time. Peace and quiet have that effect on me, allowing my
mind to run the scenarios that usually allow me to come to a resolution.
However, that's not to be today! There's a war going on next door and the
crescendo is reaching new peaks. The items hitting the wall, have so much
force, they are rattling my dishes. Pissed off, I slip into my slacks,
charge out of my apartment and hammer on the neighbor's door.

Waiting, I can hear shouting and screaming. Finally, the sounds cease
and the sound of footsteps coming towards the door have me waiting to state
my case. When the door opens, I'm tongue tied. The woman before me is
beautiful, dressed in an open robe, displaying her white bra and matching
V-string. Tongue tied, I just stare: her breasts are large and full, her
nipples very evident in her bra. Janet Jackson has nothing on her and no
nipple rings. Her pubes are molded in the V-string; long black hairs
escape the edges. She is a black Venus.

"What do you want?"

Her harsh voice brings me back to the reason I am at her door.

"I live next door. I don't know what the hell is going on here, but the
noise is so loud, it disturbs the hell out of me. Do you think you can
tone it down?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but it's my daughter, I have little control
over her. She has these tantrums and starts throwing anything she can get
her hands on. What misses me hits the wall. I don't know what to do?"

Tears start to flow, touching my Achilles heel; the one thing that
really gets to me is a woman in tears. She's looking down, giving me
another chance to stare at her beautiful body. Her tummy looks so soft and
inviting. Her belly button is large and deep. Everything about her emits
lusty sex. Her full lips scream at me to be kissed, her neck is long and
smooth. What I'd love to do is hold her. Her dark, chocolate complexion
has me nearly tongue-tied again.

"My name is Leigh Rockton."

At this point, I have nothing else to say. Her scent flows out the
door.

"Won't you come in, Mr. Rockton? I'm Annisa Graves."

She stands aside as I enter the apartment. The floor is covered with
the missiles from the recent throwing match with her daughter.

"Please excuse the mess. My daughter, Jayden, just had another tizzy
fit."

She leans over to pick up some of the items, giving me a view of her
breasts as they fall loose of the bra. Her nipples are large and long.
Her complexion is the darkest chocolate I've seen; it seems to have a sheen.
My desire for a confrontation with my neighbor quickly changes to a desire
to get to know Annisa much better. She offers me a seat on the sofa, where
she joins me.

There is a noise off to the left. Looking in that direction gives me another
shock. Before me, in a doorway, is a very bare provocative black ass,
exposing a young pussy and tightly puckered beautiful asshole. The pussy
is spread enough to give me a view of a very moist pink interior framed by
a matt of thick, dark brown, curly hair. Her daughter, Jayden, is flashing
us. Then, she stands up, not bothering to look my way, slamming the door
shut.

"Mr. Rockton, I'm so embarrassed. This is what I have to put up with
most days; fortunately, she doesn't do this at school. It's like she is
punishing me for losing her father."

Again, the tears start and her body shudders as she sobs. Moving over to
comfort her, she looks at me, then puts her head into the nape of my neck.
Finally, she stops, but doesn't move. There is no controlling my hard-on.
Annisa's hair is rubbing my chin. Leaning over I am able to subtly bury my
face. The scent of her shampoo just re-enforces the rigidity of my hard-on.
She moves and pulls away.

"I'm sorry about that, but I needed a shoulder to cry on. It's so hard
raising Jayden on my own."

Her breathing is heavy, as she tries to control the sobs. Her breasts
rise and fall. She is really a knockout. I wonder what kind of male
would abandon her. Watching her, she closes her eyes and snuggles into me
again.

"Thank you for being here, Leigh. It's so nice to have someone hold me
again."

Holding her is not a chore: she is soft, and her skin flawless and she
smells so good. Under different circumstances, I would be putting the make
on her. Just looking at all her assets has me panting. Slowly, my hand
caresses her back. How I would love to guide her over to my apartment to
my king-sized bed.

"I'm glad to help. How long have you been alone?"

"My husband was killed in an auto accident three years ago, when Jayden
was eight. He doted on her and Jayden adored her father. They were
inseparable. She took it very hard and really hasn't been the same since.
She is seeing a psychiatrist, weekly; but, it doesn't seem to be helping."

"I didn't realize what problems you're facing when I knocked on your
door."

"I would have done the same. I really try to reason with Jayden; but,
sometimes she really goes off the deep end."

"If there is anything I can do, please don't hesitate to call me. If you
have a paper and pen, I will give you my number."

Annisa stands and her robe opens fully. She doesn't seem concerned
about the show she is giving me. Her hips are flared just enough to make
everything about her so desirable. Her V-string is a like a magnet to my
eyes. Escorting me to the door, she takes my hand and squeezes it. I don't
know if that is a sign.

Over the next three weeks I make an effort to watch out for her, on the
street, on the staircase, everywhere. Twice she makes an appearance coming
back into the building dressed as if she is returning from a job. I assume
her daughter is at school.

The noise from her apartment seems to have quieted down; or, maybe since
I know what Annisa is facing my subconscious accepts it. Each night I hope
that she will call, but so far nothing.

It has been over a month since we talked. Coming home one evening, I am
following a young girl on the street. She is wearing a school uniform
consisting of a skirt and blazer. The skirt is very short, showing off a
pair of very shapely dark chocolate hued legs. The skirt swishes from side
to side, indicating there are interesting hips concealed beneath the skirt.
Is it Annisa's daughter, Jayden? I have seen her ass and her pussy, but
never her face. When she turns into my building, my equilibrium starts to
get shaky. Slowly following this mystery in front of me, I have an exciting
view of her red thong buried in her ass crack as we climb the stairs. Being this
close, her scent is very evident. I follow her to the third floor and watch
her go to Annisa's apartment. She turns and looks at me, eye to eye. She
has a face of an angel; maybe a bit misguided, but an angel none the less.
She doesn't say anything; she just opens the door and quickly disappears.

Shaken, I enter my apartment. Jayden is a very provocative young
preteen. Children have never been of interest to me; however, Jayden is
the embodiment of everything I hold dear when looking at a woman: she has a
dark complexion, she is beautiful, and she is exotic. How stupid can I be?
She is only eleven.

Friday turns out to be a day from hell. Murphy's Law kicks in. At the
end of my shift I drag my ass to my bike and head home. Two days of rest
will be appreciated. A hot shower helps take the tension of the day away.
A TV dinner is on the menu and some television before I turn in. But that
was not to be. In the middle of the program the first missile hits the
adjoining wall, followed by several others. The voices of both can be heard,
but they are not discernible. A door slams and then someone is knocking at my
door.

Slipping on my robe and opening the door, Annisa greets me.

"I'm at my wits end, Leigh. I don't know what to do?"

She is dressed in a one-piece, red nighty that ends just below her
crotch. Her large nipples are obvious; however, that is the furthest from
her mind. Her body is trembling.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I really don't know. Nothing I have attempted has worked."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"Oh, would you? Maybe a man can get through to her."

Feeling foolish in my robe, I proceed to knock on the door.

"Jayden, it's Leigh, your next door neighbor, I'm coming in so don't
bean me with an ashtray."

Slowly, opening the door, I peer in looking for Jayden, alert for
anything whistling through the air. All is quiet on the battlefront.
Slipping in, then closing the door, I spot Jayden watching me. Her eyes
are ablaze with fire. She, like her mother, must have been preparing for
bed, as she is dressed in a white two piece baby doll-type of nighty. For
one so young, she is well endowed; must be her mother's genes. The top
barely covers her budding breasts; the bottom hasn't got much more material
than a small handkerchief. By the look on her face, she realizes the power
she has over men.

"What do you want? Where is my mom?"

"Your mom is in my apartment. I am here, hopefully, to help. I thought
maybe you would like a male to talk to, your mom said you were very close
to your dad."

"You can't replace my daddy."

"That never crossed my mind; I am certainly not the daddy material for
anyone. Hell, I have never been married. No woman in her right mind would
ever marry me."

That gets me a grin. Some of her hostilities are ebbing away. Jayden's
legs are flawless. Her tummy? Like her mom's, it is flat and sporting a very
large and deep belly button. Even in her current state of mind, she
strikes me as beautiful; her hair is pulled to the back of her head in a
haphazard ponytail. Her face is beautiful, with full moist lips. Her eyes
are shining, full of fire. The skimpy bottoms do not cover the obvious matt
of pubic hair that has escaped. An old soldier is stirring.

"You don't have a girlfriend?"

"Not at the present. The last one left me for a seventy year old man: he
had money."

This time I get a giggle. The hostility is eroding quickly. She moves
towards me and sits on the arm of a stuffed chair. The strain it puts on
her bottoms gives me a view of very distinct love lips, and I am sure the
protrusion in between them is a very interesting set of minor labium. My
throat is getting dry as I try and control my zeal and concentrate on why I
am here.

"Jayden, my goal is to help if I can. If you want to talk, anytime,
please just knock on my door. Your mom loves you very much and wants you
to be happy."

"I know she does, and I love her; but, sometimes I get so frustrated. It
never happened when daddy was with us. He knew how to take care of me."

Now, you could read a lot into that statement. She was eight when she
lost her dad. I wonder just how close they were?

"I have no doubt you enjoyed many things with your dad."

"Daddy was always there for me. He could always make me feel better, if
I had a bad day."

"Well, if you need someone to talk to, and you think I may be able to
help, please just let me know."

"Ok, I will. Will you ask mom to come back? I am feeling better and I
promise not to throw anything."

"Will do. That will make us both feel better. Now I can get some sleep."

Back in my apartment, Annisa has lain down on the sofa and is fast
asleep. She is on her back, with one foot on the floor and the other on the
sofa. From this angle it is very apparent her nighty is the only thing she
is wearing. My heart is pounding as I stare at the wonders before me.
Annisa's pussy is exposed. Her chocolate love lips are large and puffy.
Her minor labium extends a good two inches from her moist lips, a multitude
of colors, from black, grayish and pink and every shade in between. Her
beautiful pink clitoris extends a good inch and is as thick as my thumb; it
is coated with moisture and glistens in the light. I don't want to wake
her because the beautiful sight will go away. The hard-on I am sporting
pushes the robe up and parts the fold: my cockhead is sticking out. I know
where it wants to be buried. Being a gentleman, I take one last look at
her and head to the kitchen. I make enough noise to wake the dead in the
pretence of making a pot of coffee. The racket should wake Annisa. When I
walk into the room, she is sitting up and heaven is hidden from my eyes.

"Jayden asked me to have you return to the apartment. She feels
better right now. I am going to make a pot of coffee and, if you're
interested, you could join me for a cup after you check on her."

"I really appreciate you talking to Jayden, it may help. I hope she
realizes that we are all on her side."

Annisa stands, straightening out her nighty, and leaves. The sight of her
nether lips and minor labia has me shaking. Her clitoris is the largest I
have ever seen. Of course, I wonder if she passed that gene on to her
daughter. After pouring myself a fresh coffee, my hands shake as I bring
the cup to my mouth. What an evening.

After the second cup, I'm resigned to the fact Annisa is not returning.
Hell, even if she did, I'm sure she wouldn't spread her legs and tell me to
look. But, I have to admit, it is a wonderful thought.

Just as the TV news is coming to an end; there's a soft knock on the
door. Tying my wrap, I'm greeted by Annisa; she's still in her nighty;
however, she has a matching robe covering most of her. She is sporting a
very exciting shade of red lip gloss and has lined her eyes with an
off-white shadow, the effect has me staring. A smile sweeps her face as
she watches me. Coming back to the present, I feel like a fool.

"Annisa, you took me by surprise. When you didn't come back right away
I thought you had retired for the night."

"No surprise intended. It has been a long time since a man did a double-
take when looking at me. Thank you. Jayden just fell asleep. I can go,
if you are going to bed."

Going to bed is on my mind, but not alone. Moving to one side, after
realizing I'm blocking the door, she walks by me, drowning me in her scent.
Hell, it's provocative, but not as provocative as the scent that could come
from between her legs. She walks over to the sofa, sits and crosses her
legs, showing a beautiful expanse of skin.

"Do you still have some coffee left?"

"I do, hang on for a sec; one cup coming up. What is your mix?"

"Just enough milk to color it please."

Returning with two cups of steaming coffee, I hand her one, intending to
sit on the sofa chair opposite her. She looks at me and pats the cushion
beside her. Who am I to refuse a beautiful lady?

"I don't know what you said to Jayden; but, whatever it was, don't
forget it. She hasn't been this content since her dad died. She actually
kissed me and told me she really loved me and was so sorry for being such a
pain in the ass."

"Can't think of anything I said that would have that effect on her.
Just mentioned if she needed a male to talk too she could call on me. She
did say she really missed her dad and they were very close. I bet he doted
on her."

"That, he did. She wouldn't go to sleep unless her dad said good night.
She didn't even want me in the room. Dan said all he did was kiss her, but
she was embarrassed to have anyone watch. I thought it was so cute."

During the conversation, Annisa tells me she is only twenty nine, she and
Dan met at a track meet, he was a junior trainer for a cross town school,
the arch rivals of her high school. She was a cheerleader and, during a
cheer, twisted her knee. Dan rushed to her aid and from that point on
pursued her continually. When she relented, she did fall in love with him.
She was pregnant when they married.

They had a wonderful life together; just before the accident, she and Dan
were talking about having another child. Fortunately, she never conceived.
Taking care of Jayden is very demanding; she can't imagine how she would
have coped with a baby as well. With our cups empty, Annisa moves towards
me and snuggles into my arms. I pull her close, hugging.

"I hope you don't mind, Leigh. You are the first man I have been this
close to since Dan. It took a long time for my feelings for him to soften,
prior to that, even thinking about men when I considered dating felt like
cheating."

My face is so close to her hair, her shampoo and her scent have me rock
solid. My cock is pushing up on my robe; there `s nothing I can do about
it. Noticing her robe is open, gives me a view of the valley between her
breasts. It is a dark void that I want to fall into. Of course, she
happens to look upwards as I am enjoying the view. Shit, the heat of my
blush fills my face. She starts to laugh.

"It has been a while since I caused anyone to blush like you are. You
would think we were on a first date. I used to tease the hell out of my
male teachers and had them blushing nearly every class, but I knew enough
not to push it too far."

She continues to stare at me and that doesn't help at all, trying to be
debonair doesn't work as my blush continues. She leans over to me and our
lips meet. So much for blushing, I lean into her and give her a passionate
kiss in return. Her tongue flicks my lips, and then enters my mouth. Our
tussling causes my robe to open, presenting her with a tent in my shorts.
Much to my dismay, when her robe opens, her many charms are covered with a
matching pair of V-string panties. The bulges are very noticeable and,
knowing what they represent, has my mouth watering for more.

Annisa continues to kiss and squeeze, her breathing has quickened. I
wonder how she has remained chaste for nearly three years? Since meeting
her, she has been on my mind numerous times. She certainly isn't built to
be a nun. My hand caresses her back down to her panties. They don't cover
all of her divide. I want to delve further, but don't dare until she
offers me more of an indication of just what she wants out of tonight.

When her hand starts massaging my cock, that's the sign I was looking
for. First, I cup one breast, rubbing her engorged nipple. By the feel of
it, it is as large as her clitoris. One small ribbon is acting as a clasp
to keep her two breasts covered; once undone, her nighty peels easily to the
side giving me complete access to her breasts and nipples. Mouthing one
has her body trembling.

"Oh, Leigh, it's been so long since I felt like this. Don't stop."

That's the furthest thing from my mind. Lifting my mouth from one
nipple long enough to engulf the other I keep sucking. Mouthing her milk
glands, Annisa continues to breathe heavily and pulls my face deep into her
breast. My hand slides down her tummy slipping into her belly button.
It's so large and so deep. The journey continues to her V-string slipping
under and touching her engorged clitoris. The first touch has Annisa
stiffening like a board. Three light caresses have her body convulsing
with a very powerful climax. Her large clitoris is super sensitive.
Figuring she's as receptive as I am at this point, I take her hand and lead
her to the bedroom.

She follows me like a zombie. Before having her lay down, I slip the
straps of the nighty over her shoulders and it falls to the floor. Annisa
has the body of a goddess. Helping her lay back, I sit on the bed and
enjoy. Her V-string is to one side, exposing all of her charms to me. In a
millisecond, my face is buried between her legs. Her musky scent of perfume
and pussy are a true aphrodisiac, the taste is indescribable. Her juice is
thick and plentiful. Nibbling her minor labia has her legs stiffen, heels
digging into the mattress. Again, she explodes in a climax, this time she's
very vocal. Her elixir just seems to gush out of her. Her clitoris is my
goal: it's standing out from its protective hood, ready to be sucked.
Mouthing it, Annisa goes stiff and seems to stop breathing. When she lets
out a large exhaust of breath, her hands find the back of my head and she
pulls my face against her pubes. Never in my life have I experienced
anyone like Annisa. Her body convulses continually, experiencing climax
after climax, coating my face with an ever increasing flow of secretions. I
hope Jayden sleeps soundly, as her mom is moaning loudly, showing her
appreciation. She certainly has a lot of bottled up emotions she is
letting loose tonight. Finally, she pushes my face away.

"Please, Leigh, enough! I can't take any more! I can hardly breathe now.
I've been suppressing those feeling for years. I don't know what it is
about you; but, for some reason, I feel so comfortable with you."

She stretches out, spreads her legs and then motions me to mount her.
My cock slips into her abyss with no effort at all. She is so moist; my
cock senses the heat of her pussy. She feels so soft and comfortable to
lie on. Her arms are around my neck hugging me tightly. As I stroke in
and out, she is whispering in my ear.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Her whispers turn into screams when she cums; Annisa explodes many
times. I'm still concerned that we will wake up Jayden, or the
neighbors; but, at this point, there's no turning back. Being inside Annisa,
feels so good.

I fight the urge for as long as possible, wanting to prolong the feeling;
but, like all good things, it does come to an end. My cock convulses
numerous times, forcing my hot cream deep inside her. Feeling my hot emulsion
squirting in her, she climaxes with loud grunts. Next time, I'll consider
wearing ear plugs; that is, if there's a next time. Personally, I hope there
are many. When my cock slips out of her, I roll to her side and then spoon
into her soft body. It feels so good having a warm, willing body to cuddle
up too. Upon waking, my face is still buried in Annisa's hair. She is sound
asleep. Shit! The clock reads five thirty; Annisa never mentioned she
planned on sleeping over.

"Annisa, we fell asleep."

"What time is it?"

"Five thirty."

"You're kidding! What will Jayden think if she finds my bed empty? I
have to go."

"If you want to clean up, there are towels and face clothes in the
bathroom."

My large load that pumped into her welcoming pussy is bound to be seeping out
by now. The room reeks of her pussy juice and cum. It is a vision
watching her naked rump as she disappears into the bathroom. When she
returns, her hair is combed and she looks good. I don't think there is a
trace of her lipstick left. We did enjoy kissing and I enjoy tasting
lipstick.

"Good night, Leigh. I can't believe I fell asleep."

The door closes and she is gone. All I can hope is this wasn't a one
time thing. Later, finally leaving my love nest, I notice the evidence
that it was a very enjoyable evening. Annisa's pussy tracks are prominent
on the blue sheets, as well as sizable blotches of cum. They need to be
changed. Saturday is laundry day at the Rockton residence. In the
bathroom, Annisa has left me a souvenir of her visit, her V-string. The
scent is heady and reminds me of the wonders they were covering.

During my breakfast, all is quiet next door. Before leaving for my
Saturday chores, I clean the apartment and remake the bed with clean
sheets. The window is open to air the room. There's still the scent of our
lovemaking lingering.

My vehicle is a new, yellow Mini S with all the options; leather
interior, dynamic stability control, 17 inch run flats and a GPS. Being
single, this is my one luxury. It gets me where I want to go and is cool
to drive. When I step on the gas, and the supercharger kicks in, I surprise
a number of drivers. Armed with my list of items and laundry, my first
stop is at a strip mall. I have been going to this Laundromat since moving
into my apartment. It appealed to me for two reasons: it's clean with an
attendant on duty, most of the time, and because of the number of young women who patronize
it. Today is no different. There are 30 washers in two lines and forty
dryers in two lines. Armed with a current trade magazine, and sitting
across from the three washers I have operating, I browse through the
magazine.

"What you doing, Mister?"

Looking to my left is a young girl, dressed in shorts with an attached
bib. If it is supposed to cover her budding breasts, it isn't working. From
my angle, her boobs appear about an inch thick and topped with beautiful
small rosy nipples. Her olive completion highlights her beautiful face;
her long brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail.

"I am waiting for my wash to finish. So what are you doing here?"

"Just sitting. My mom left with the laundry. I just like talking to
people."

"What is your name?"

"Rosetta Toulouse, but my friends call me Rosy. What is your name?"

"Leigh Rockton."

"Hi, Leigh, do you live around here?"

"Close, about three blocks on Rasher Street."

"I live on Rasher Street too, 567, apartment 3008."

"Well, it is small world; I live at 571, third floor, apartment 3A."

Rosy has long thin legs; they look small sticking out of her oversized
pant's legs. There is a big bruise on her right knee. She is lanky and
tall. I am guessing about ten or eleven. Her redeeming features are her
beautiful face, large, brown, bedroom eyes, with lashes that mature women
would die for, and long, dark brown hair that shines. Her mom must help her
keep it clean. She stands and walks over to one washer. When she leans
over, her baggy shorts allow more leg to show. Since she isn't wearing a
bra, I wonder about panties.

"This one is ready for the dryers. Can I help you?"

"Please, do."

Rosy opens the door of the washer, starts hauling out the damp items
and putting them into the laundry basket. When she is done, I grab the
basket and we walk to the dryers. Looking down at her, as she follows me,
gives me a view of both of her budding breasts. The effect they have on me
surprises even me. Rosy helps me load the dryer; every time she leans over it
gives me a view of her small boobies,' right down to her crotch. I can see
the outline of her belly button, but anything further looks dark. It is
still a mystery if she's wearing panties.

Rosy sticks with me for the balance of my laundry, maintaining a
continuous conversation all the while, and then follows me out to the
parking lot. When I suggest an ice cream sundae, she is all for it. There
is an ice cream shop in the mall. She orders strawberry and I get chocolate.
During the time it takes to devour our treats, she provides a bundle of
information. She is ten, nearly eleven. She lives with her mom; who, like
most moms in her building, is a single mom. She spends most of her time
playing with the other children in the building. She likes going to school
and thinks she looks good in her school uniform.

When we leave, she asks me for a ride. As I lead her to my Mini, her
face brightens.

"What a cool car"

"This is my only extravagance, I live rather frugal otherwise."

The yellow body with the black interior really has her excited.

Helping her into the Mini gives me an opportunity to look up her pant
legs, confirming she has yellow cotton panties on. I experience a helluva
urge in my cock, it is growing. This little girl is having an effect on
me. The outline of her bum is the size that will fit in the palm of my
hand. Stopping in front of her building, she looks at me.

"Don't you want to go home?"

"My mom is working; all I have is an empty apartment. Can I go with
you?"

"What will happen if your mom calls home and you are not there?"

"I'm never there, she knows that. Usually I'm playing with the other
girls; but, I want to come with you, if that's okay."

Parking the Mini, Rosy follows me to my apartment; I'm puffing after
hauling the laundry up three flights. She just bounds up the stairs.
There are a number of people coming and going, but they take no notice of
Rosy, as many in the building have young children coming and going all of the
time. In the apartment, I drop the baskets off in my bedroom; she follows,
looking around and studying everything.

"You have kids?"

"I don't even have a wife."

"You don't need a wife to have kids."

She has a big smile on her face, as if she just informed me of something
unique. It would seem she is aware of things beyond what a ten year old
should be interested in. Offering her a Coke, she accepts. We both sit
down on the sofa. She wiggles her bottom so she is actually touching me.

"Do you like me?"

Wondering what brought that on, I answer.

"Of course, you are a very nice girl."

"You just think I'm nice?"

"Well, very nice and very pretty too."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen."

This has her move even closer. Putting her Coke on the coffee table, she
looks up at me. Her beautiful nipples and small puffy breasts are open to
my view. She is actually very thin, her long legs have just enough
definition to show lots of promise.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

That, I didn't expect! She is looking up at me, while I'm still fascinated
looking at the buds of her breasts. She moves to her knees, bringing her
face to mine, eyes closed and offering her lips. I lean over and give her a
peck. She opens her eyes and looks disappointed. She surprises me by slipping
her arms around my neck and kissing me. My arms slip around this slip of a
preteen girl; she is so small, but so soft and warm. The heat from her
body is absorbed in my massive hands. That high seems to go right to my
cock, causing it to grow. After the kiss, she looks at me and smiles. Then
she really surprises me by sliding the straps of her bib over her shoulders
and giving me a birds-eye view of her small, hard nipples. This is getting
serious. Moving away from temptation, she just follows me. As she moves
her shorts roll down, exposing her yellow cotton panties with the words `My
Peach', in blue, across her crotch. Who in the hell would buy panties like that
for a ten year old? There isn't much to them, as they ride lower on her
nearly non-existent hips.

"They're too small, aren't they?"

"What's too small?"

"My boobies, they are too small. The guys at school don't even try to
touch me."

The guys at her school aren't as horny as I am, that's for sure. What
Rosetta is exposing has me as hard as a rock. I only hope she doesn't
notice. How can a ten-year-old preteen get me so excited? I don't want to
move, for fear she will do something else. Her shorts are sitting on her
knees; her panties are the only thing separating me from her succulent
pussy. What the hell am I thinking? This small, slight, thing of a girl,
who is just starting to realize her sexuality, has me bumbling like an
idiot. My hands are shaking, and the odd tremor goes through my body.
Maybe it's the vitamins I'm taking.

"The boys at your school must be blind. You look very sexy."

"You really think so? My moms are really big, and she has big nipples."

Now there is a bit of over information. I want to get up and out of
harm's way, but can't seem to move.

"Don't you want to touch them? You can, if you want. I won't tell
anyone."

She leans over to get closer to me, then goes off balance and falls
against me. Where her nipples touch feel like hot coals on my chest. My
imagination is working overtime. My hands clutch her ribs as she falls.
Once steadied, my hands slip down to her bum cheeks; they are soft and
warm, just like the rest of her. Rosie's arms slip around my neck, our
bodies mold to each other. Her smiling face is two inches from mine, her
lips touch mine and her tongue pushes into my mouth. Her kiss is wet and
very disrupting. The worst thing I do is kiss back. Ten-year-old girls do
this? This situation is getting dicey. Each time I attempt to move away
she just tightens her grip around my neck and I pull her along with me.
Leaning against the edge of the sofa there is no more room. Rosy keeps
holding on and kissing. Unintentionally, my hand rubs against her panties,
moving them downwards. My hands are on a very soft, bare butt. The divide
between her cheeks is very distinctive. My finger finds her crack and
asshole. Touching it, she just squeezes me. Her rosebud is small and so
smooth. Now the urge to see and feel more is building up. Realizing this
is crazy, I do my best to try and get my mind on something a little less
volatile. It doesn't work. My mind keeps going back to the treasure
between her legs, both front and back. Then, she suddenly moves away from me,
moving upwards on her knees. With my hands still in her panties, that
action pulls them down baring all. Like any man, my eyes quickly shift
downwards to the top of her smooth, soft peach. The two pink puffs of flesh
look very inviting. Realizing I am a dirty old man, I divert my attention
elsewhere, but Rosy is already aware of my interest.

"You want to see my tinkle? I don't have any hair like mom. She looks
wooly down there."

More discerning information about her mom, who would likely have a shit
fit if she knew her daughter was disclosing all her private information.
Rosy stands, and wiggles a bit, and steps out of her panties. She proceeds
to stand in front of me with her legs slightly spread. She looks pleased
to have my undivided attention. More of her cunny is exposed. The outer
lips are a soft pink and what I can see of her interior is a darker shade.
Frozen to the sofa, I don't move for fear of doing something really stupid.
Her actions don't help as she runs her hand between her legs and fingers
herself.

"My mom does this all the time, but I don't know why. She gets all
flustered when she is done. Do you know why my mom does this?"

Dumbfounded, I keep my mouth shut. Rosy seems lost in thought.

"Mom's boyfriend kisses her here; do you want to kiss me like that?"

Again a closed mouth catches no foot. I have a collection of Charlie
Chan movies that I cherish. I look, remain silent and just watch as she
sits on the chair opposite me and puts her legs over the arms spreading her
wonders before me. Now, I am usually able to control myself, but this is too
much. Her nearly none existence minor labia is just discernible; her love
lips part, offering me a sight of something so beautiful, I'm shaking. This
young preteen is watching me shake with a big smile on her face.

On my knees I crawl towards her moist offering, mentally screaming at
myself to get back on the sofa. My face is so close her scent hits me; I
am lost. Her pussy tastes of pee and the slight evidence of her pussy
juice. My tongue strokes up and down. The more licking produces more
juice. Her clitoris is so small I can't see it, but my sensitive tongue
finds it. Touching her clitoris gets an immediate reaction, her body
jumps. Using full laps on her pussy has her wiggling and finally gasping
for air. Not knowing if she will cum, I keep licking. Finally, she lifts
her bum up off the chair and stiffens. Rosy has just experienced her first
climax. Opening her eyes, she looks dumbfounded.

"What did you do? I hope nothing is broke."

"Nothing is broke, did you like it?"

Her face flushes while her head nods in the affirmative.

"Can you do that some more?"

After bringing her to the second climax, I suggest she get dressed and
go home. The last thing I need is a missing child alert. Watching her
dress helps my desires for more of her decline. Adjusting my clothes, we
leave the building and I walk down the street to her building.

"Can we do that again?"

"I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't."

"Can I come and visit you?"

"It really isn't the right thing to do. You should go home; your mom
likely has dinner ready."

She smiles at me and then disappears into her building. Walking around
the block will do me good; I have to walk off the crazy desires for a ten
year old preteen. Back at the apartment, I can't believe what has just
happened between me and Rosy. How could I be so stupid?

After a long cold shower, I begin to feel a bit better about myself.

Three weeks have lapsed without seeing either Annisa or Jayden. It
isn't that I haven't looked for them. Each evening returning from work, I
scrutinize the area for both. The thought of Jayden's young, preteen body,
moving seductively as she teases, often has me tense with excitement. All
my expectations seem to be embedded in my dirty mind. Finally, resigned
that my night with Annisa was a one nighter, I drift into my old rut. Even
my three trips to the Laundromat didn't help, as Rosy was nowhere to be
seen.

Actually, I feel relieved that Rosy seems to have disappeared. As much as
I enjoyed her company, the thought of her mom, or worse, the police, coming
to visit had me worried for a few days after the encounter. Her taste is
still vivid in my mind. Without the diversions, my life is the plant.
Working very hard, each night I'm exhausted keeping my need for
extracurricular activity at bay. Then, the unexpected happens.

After a long hard week, I had picked up the fixings for Black Russians;
so, after dinner and a long soothing shower, I drape my body in a robe and
build a double. I have to admit, they go down smoothly. My big decision is,
"Should I enjoy another?" Since tomorrow is Saturday, why not. But a knock
on the door stalls my second.

At the door is Jayden, with a pink robe wrapped around her body. Her lips
are coated with a dark maroon lip gloss. Her eyes are lined with the same
off-white eye liner her mom wore the night we enjoyed each other. I have
to pull my robe closed to stop what was sure to be indecent exposure.

"Good evening, Jayden, can I do something for you?"

"You said I could talk to you if I needed to."

"Of course you can, anytime you feel like it."

"Can I come in?"

"Please, I was getting ready for bed, this week has been hell."

"I won't be long; I just needed someone to talk to. Mom is working
late tonight. I have stomach cramps; my dad knew how to make me feel
better. I really miss him."

"I can understand that. You and your dad were really close."

"As close as anyone can be. He was always there for me; he always made
me feel good."

"I wish there was some way I could help."

"Do you really mean that or are you just saying that because it sounds
right?"

"I do mean it, Jayden. But, I will be honest with you; I wouldn't know
how to act as a dad."

"He would always rub my tummy and make me feel better. I really feel
the cramps at this time of the month."

This confuses me, until I realize Jayden must be having her monthly
period. I can remember my sisters really being so bitchy at their time of
the month.

"I think I can rub your tummy for you, Jayden. What did your daddy
do?"

She has me sit on the sofa then lays on her back, with her head in my
lap. This doesn't do anything for my hard-on; my robe is certainly going to
have problems staying closed. Jayden opens her robe exposing her bra and,
what has to be, the smallest thong in the world. The band of cloth is so
narrow it is fighting to contain her love lips. Like her mom, she has a
full matt of pubic hair, much of it escaping her thong. She takes my hand
and places it on her tummy; the heat of our contact is intense.

"Daddy used to rub me until I felt better."

Noticing her eyes closed, arms at her side I can't help but study her
breasts and her love lips. Although both are covered, there is no mistaking
their outline in the material. Even on her back, her breasts are standing
out from her body, her pubes are very prominent. Slowly rubbing in a
circular motion, Jayden starts moaning softly. Her skin is so soft and
pliable. As my circles get larger she gets more vocal. Her sighs are much
louder. Finally, my hand is at her bra and touching the band of her thong.
Jayden, still moaning and sighing, unconsciously spreads her legs giving
me a wondrous view as the thong is pulled into her slit exposing her full
nether lips.

"That feels so good, Leigh, can you rub lower? Daddy always did."

Lower means beyond her thong and her love lips. As much as I want to
feel them, dare I? My hand is on the thong, just at the top of her slit.
There is a sizable protrusion pushing out against her thong, her clitoris
is large like her moms.

"Lower."

Any lower and I will be in heaven. Finally touching her clitoris, she
takes a deep breath and lifts her hips. Massaging her clitoris has her
moaning in a different pitch. Throwing caution to the wind, my finger
slips under her thong and massages her clitoris. It's large and hard.
Caressing Jayden in her private spot has her squirming with ecstasy. Her
body shudders as she climaxes. Since I'm deep into this, my hand slips
deeper into her thong and cups her love lips. They are moist and warm.
Sliding my finger between the lips, I encounter a string, she is wearing a
tampon. My finger slips in and is soon against the tampon. Jayden is so
desirable.

During my discovery, what I didn't notice was that my cock had slipped out
between the folds of my robe and is now rubbing against Jayden's ear. In
the throws of passion, as she climaxes, I don't know if she realizes it or
not. My manipulations continue to result in Jayden having multiple
climaxes. She is now panting and breathing heavily. Her nipples are
pushing out against her bra and, like her mom, they are so inviting and
suckable.

"Thank you, Leigh. That is how my daddy used to do it. He enjoyed
rubbing me."

Her daddy had been enjoying her pussy at a very young age. I wonder how
she felt at eight? When did her daddy start enjoying her between her legs?
Is she still a virgin? With my finger still buried in her pussy, Jayden
rolls her body towards me and when her lips touch my shaft it is me that
shudders. When she engulfs me and starts sucking, I'm dumbfounded. Her
experienced sucking suggests she must have done this for her daddy too. Her
head is bobbing up and down; her tongue feels exhilarating as it rubs the
mushroom head. There's nothing I can do or want to do but cum. The urge
is so strong, hot cream floods Jayden's mouth. Her throat ripples as she
swallows. She rolls down the foreskin and cleans every morsel of cum.

"Your cream tastes better than my daddy's did. I like it."

Her hand is still caressing my shrinking stub. She licks off any trace
from her lips; her tongue looks so thick and sexy. Jayden pulls herself
up, putting her arm around my neck and kisses me. She shares my cream with
me. This isn't a child's kiss, but a full blown kiss, tongue and all. The
hand and finger I had in her cunt feels all sticky and gooey.

"That was nice, Leigh. Can I come over again when my tummy hurts?"

Still dumbfounded, I nod yes. Jayden slips off my lap, leaving my
stub exposed, pulls her robe together and disappears out the door. It
takes some effort to go to the bathroom and clean the mess off my hand. It
is coated with Jayden's cum and menstrual blood, my red badge of courage.
Sleep comes quickly; dreams of mounting Jayden fill my mind.

Waking Saturday morning, and realizing what had happened with Jayden
wasn't a dream, I feel guilty. Did I take advantage of a young preteen?
Recalling the events, as clearly as possible, the recollection of Jayden
asking for everything has me realize she knew what she was doing and what
she wanted. I was the instrument. Although that seems to admonish me from
guilt, I still feel uncomfortable. What will happen the next time we meet?
That situation happens without any input from me. During my second cup of
coffee, while mussing about last night, there is a soft knock on the door.
Still in my robe, I wonder who in the hell is disturbing me so early on a
Saturday morning. Opening the door, it is Jayden. This time she is
dressed in a blouse and a skirt. My cock reacts as expected, trying to
peak out between the folds of my robe.

"Good morning, Jayden."

"Good morning, Leigh. May I come in?"

"Of course, sorry I am not dressed."

"Don't be, I would be still in bed too, but mom wants to go shopping. I
just wanted to say thanks for last night. It has been three years since it
happened like that. You were great."

"Why thank you, Jayden. You weren't too bad yourself."

My hard-on is raging. There is no way I can conceal it from Jayden.
She notices and smiles.

"Sometimes I get cramps when I don't have my period. Can I come over
then?"

"Of course, anything I can do to help."

"Last night's cramps are gone; you must have made them go away."

This is getting very uncomfortable. What I want to do is lay her down
and examine every inch of her black pussy. Did her daddy take her cherry?
I certainly would love to use my probe and find out.

"I think nature handled that. So, when will you and your mom return?"

"Sometime this afternoon. May I will stop and say hello?"

"That would be nice."

She turns and leaves. I certainly need a cold shower. Saturday is
cleaning day for me and once the apartment is done, a trip to the Laundromat
ends the cleaning. After I completing my maid duties, I head out to do some
shopping, ending up at the Laundromat, I wonder if Jayden will actually return, Humm I hope so! Will she have a tummy pains??

The washing seems to go quickly as my mind is still analyzing what
happened last night. The clothes are in the dryers before three. As I
watch the dryer turning, I wonder, "Will it continue?" I want it to go
further; but, I'll accept whatever Jayden decides. Then I hear.

"Hi, Leigh. How have you been?"

It's Rosetta Toulouse, my young friend. She is wearing a similar
outfit as before; but, today she has an elasticized band around her budding nipples.
She is smiling, looking delicious. Recalling how good her young pussy
tasted, my hard-on is up for the challenge.

"I have been good Rosy, and you?"

"Good too, but I want something."

"And what is that?"

"You know."

"Know what?"

"What you did to me with your mouth the last time in your apartment. Can we
do it again?"

A cold sweat spreads over me as I look around. Fortunately, no one is
the least bit interested in us. Rosie's smooth, bare legs look fantastic
and, knowing what is between them, they have me feeling growth in my cock.

"Rosy, that isn't something you should be saying out loud. You could get
me in a lot of trouble."

She looks around, and then comes closer, whispering.

"I am sorry. It won't happen again; but, can we?"

"I thought of you as well. I didn't think I would see you again."

"Of course you'll see me again, I think about you every night when I go
to bed or when I see mom's boyfriend between her legs licking. Can we do
it now?"

"Won't your mom be concerned where you are?"

"I don't have to be home until nine thirty. It's Saturday, so I can stay
out longer."

"Well, you can come home with me as soon as the cloths are dry."

I can't believe I just said that. Standing before me is a young looking
ten year old. Unlike Jayden, who could pass for a woman, Rosy looks like
a kid and a very young preteen kid at that.

As I lug the laundry upstairs, Rosy follows. Like last time, we pass a
number of people on the stairs, but no one even took a second look.
Everybody is consumed by their own agenda. Once in the apartment, Rosy
slips off her shorts and sits on the sofa. Her panties are a bit more
mature this time, a silky looking red and they fit her body. She is
excited, as her nipples are pushing against the band covering her small
breasts.

"Maybe we should go into the bedroom. It is much bigger than the sofa."

"Good idea! Mom's boyfriend likes doing her on the bed. Last night I
watched him put his thing in mom. She makes a lot of noise when he does
that. She really likes it."

"What do you think about that?"

"Well, I did wonder how it would feel. Would you put your thing in me?"

Now, fucking this ten year old did cross my mind when I was eating her
pussy last time; but, I tried to dismiss it. My thought was it couldn't
happen. But now, with Rosy on my bed, my desire to fuck her is growing.

"Do you want a thing in you?"

"Oh yes! My mommy loves it and really gets noisy when he pushes it in
and out of her tinkle. Sometimes, he puts it in her bum hole and she likes
that too."

The more I hear about Rosy's mom, the more interesting she sounds. All
of this information has me so hard it hurts. Undressing, I give Rosy a view of
my seven inches. She quickly lowers her panties and removes her top, giving
me a view of her hairless, puffy pussy. There's a coating of moisture that
causes it to glisten. Moving towards her, she moves to the centre of the
bed, her legs spread for me. This time there is no pee taste, just Rosie's
juice. Spreading open her lips, it seems to flow, an improvement over the
first time we enjoyed each other. Licking her quickly has her body
trembling with anticipation. Her clitoris is a dark, pinkish purple pimple
and is very hard. My tongue works on it, bringing her to her first climax.
Her small body arches when she explodes, then collapses. The steady
manipulation of my tongue brings her to the brink and over three more
times. She is noticeably panting now.

"I like it when you do that. It makes me feel so good."

"I like doing it for you."

Her legs remain spread; her love lips are puffy, Rosy brings her knees
up towards her chest exposing her smooth butt hole. Anal sex is one of my
passions; however, I'm concerned about her size. I know it stretches, but
how much?

"Can you put your thing in me, Leigh? I want to try."

"Are you sure? It will hurt a bit if it goes in all the way."

"How much will it hurt?"

"Can't really tell you; but, I know that you're a virgin, so it will tear
your hymen."

"Hymen?"

"Yes, it's your cherry. It is a tissue in your pussy that breaks when
you have sex for the first time and causes a little pain."

"Mom doesn't seem to mind when her boyfriend does it too her."

"Your mom is a lot older and has likely been enjoying sex for a long
time, so she doesn't have a hymen. She lost her cherry when she had sex for
the first time."

"I still want to. What do I do now?"

"Well, you lay as you are now, with your legs spread, or I can lie down
and you can get on top of me."

"I watch mom do that with him, she really goes crazy. She slams her
body down on his thing. I have seen him wince."

"The choice is yours', Rosy."

"Well, I want you to be on top of me for the first time. Maybe we can
do it the other way later."

I like Rosy's attitude, already thinking ahead. My cock is more than
ready; drops of precum are oozing out of me. Moving into position, my body
covers hers. My cock at her pussy looks so ominous. The last thing I want to do
is to hurt her. I should call it off, but she is so willing and excited.
Hell, so am I. On first contact, the head of my cock hits the jackpot.
Surprisingly, it slowly enters her and disappears before hitting her
cherry. Her eyes pop open with the contact.

"That is your cherry, Rosy. We can stop now."

"No you won't, I am okay."

Pushing against her hymen has her pushing upwards. We go through this
motion four times before my cock continues its journey deep into her. It
is fascinating to see my full seven inches buried in one so young. From
this angle, I can actually see her tummy move as my cock slides in and out.

"Are you okay?"

In a very weak voice, she answers.

"Yes, I can feel you."

In my excitement, I really have to concentrate on not cumming, until she
gives me an indication she is ready. The feeling on my cock is a memorable
experience; the pressure on me is exhilarating. What would it be like in
her tight virgin asshole? That is something to look forward to. Rosy's
eyes are closed, her breathing heavy. Hopefully, she must be close to
exploding, I know I am. Her arms are around my neck, squeezing, and she is
moaning loudly in my ear when I feel her body stiffen. Realizing she is
cumming, my hot strings of thick cream pour deep into her. The
feeling of exhilaration runs through my body, then disappears as quickly as
it came. Panting above her, I hold my body from crushing her small frame.
Rolling off her, onto my back, what is left of my proud hard-on leaves her
pussy with a small pop. My stub is covered with a rosy shaded mixture of
cum and virgin blood.

Now that my carnal desires have been fulfilled, guilt floods over me. I
have just ravished a young preteen girl. Now my concern is with Rosy,
compared to Jayden, Rosy she looks like a little girl. I have an
uncomfortable feeling about what just happened. She is still lying on her
back, gobs of reddish cum slowly seeping out of her pussy. Then she opens
her eyes, smiles and hugs me.

"That was awesome. Now I know why mom likes it so much. When can we do
it again?"

"Soon, but right now I think you should get cleaned up. A shower will
help. I will show you where everything is."

Rosy's comment removes a bit of my guilt. She's more than thrilled
about losing her cherry. I hope she feels that way when the glow of the
event wears off. Listening for the shower to end, I wait. When Rosy
appears, she is glowing; her smile is that of an angel.

"I will walk you home, Rosy. It is the least I can do."

It's a short distance between our buildings. In front of hers, she
squeezes my hand and disappears. Strolling home, I feel relieved, but
something about today is still bothering me. I still can't believe I let
my desires overrule my common sense. Rosy is walking like a duck. I can
only hope she goes to bed before her mom gets home.

One good thing about the wonderful sex we had is that sleep comes
quickly. Over the next week, neither Jayden nor Rosy makes an appearance.
Thankfully, my guilty feelings have disappeared. They have been replaced
by need, the need of sexual relief. At this point, I am game for anyone.
Both Rosy and Annisa are known commodities in bed; Jayden is still an
unknown, as far as sex is concerned.

The weekend passes without seeing anyone. Hell, even the noises from
next door have ceased. Except for the occasional door closing, I haven't
heard a thing. Monday evening, I meet Annisa coming down the stairs as I
am returning from work.

"Hi Leigh, how are you doing?"

"Good and yourself?"

"Much better, as you may have noticed; Jayden and I have seemed to have
come to terms. She hasn't had a tizzy fit for nearly two weeks. She
mentioned she talked to you and since then, she has been excellent.
Reminds me of when my husband was with us. Whatever you did or said really
helped."

"We just talked. I'm glad it helped."

"She has been busy at school, a project in science. She gets home later
than usual, does her home work and then gets ready for bed. I'm so happy
she is back to normal."

"It is nice not hearing the projectiles hitting the wall. I'm happy for
both of you."

"Sorry, I have to run; you and I have to get together sometime soon. I enjoyed
the last time we had together."

The look on her face tells everything. She enjoyed our sex together as
much as I did; but, the important comment is she wants to do it again.

"Well, I am home most evenings; whenever you have the urge to come and
visit I will be there."

Watching her descend the stairs, Annisa disappears from view. At least
she will be calling, the sooner the better. Feeling better, and knowing
that Jayden has been busy, hopefully, that is the only reason for her not
returning to my apartment. With a spring in my step, I climb to the third
floor.

Looking forward to seeing Jayden throughout the week, ends in
disappointment. I keep looking for her without any luck. The balance of
the week goes well, as far as work is concerned, but no sex. Hell, even
Rosy isn't around. By the time Friday evening rolls around, I'm feeling
very sorry for myself. Even with my feelings of rejection, I have to eat.

Dinner tonight consists of a Swanson's Hungry Man. Yes, I'm too lazy to
cook. Clean up is quick, just throwing the tray away. In no time, I shower
and sitting in front of the boob tube, just wearing my shorts, since I am
not expecting any visitors. Flipping through the offerings has me
wondering why, with over two hundred channels, there isn't anything
watchable. It is to the point that I am considering reading, when there is a
faint knock on the door. Looking through the peephole has me looking at
Jayden. She is wearing a robe, tied at the waist; she does look
impressive.

"Hello stranger, I though you moved."

Jayden has a smile on her beautiful face. Marveling at how makeup
changes an eleven year old preteen into looking like a seventeen year old,
I invite her in. As she passes me, she wafts me with her scent, perfume and
shampoo. Those two scents act as an aphrodisiac and go straight to my
cock. My hard-on is very obvious.

"Leigh, I wanted to come over sooner, but a project I had been putting
off had to be done. I realized things had to change, after seeing you."

"I am glad something positive come out of our meeting."

"I see you have missed me as well."

She is staring at my raging hard-on, and then she looks at me and licks
her lips showing me her pink tongue, the same tongue that give me a very
memorable blowjob.

"I have to admit, you crossed my mind several times since our last
encounter. I did miss you; but, I thought when you didn't return you may
have had second thoughts."

"Nothing is further from the truth. You made me realize that I've been
a bitch for my mom and everybody else. My life changed after my daddy
died, but I wouldn't let it go. You changed that."

"Well, I'm glad I'm good for something."

"You're good. You made me feel wonderful again. I've wanted to come
and visit; but, if I hadn't finished the project on time, I would have been
in deep shit at school."

"So, the project went well."

"Good enough to keep the teacher off my back."

Embarrassed, because of my raging hard-on, I sit on the sofa and stare.
Just looking at her face has me mesmerized. The way she is made-up makes
her appear older and her voice and attitude is mature. She is speaking
with much more confidence, than when we last met. She makes a production
out of untying her robe, making sure that I am watching every movement.
Slowly she spreads it open, revealing a sheer, cream colored nightie that
accents her dark chocolate complexion. Her delectable nipples are standing
at attention and I'm sure they are calling to me. Her matt of pubic hair
is discernible, as a few hairs penetrate the nighty. She moves over to me
and sits on my lap.

"Leigh, I want you to be my daddy when we're together. What we did last
time had me recall all the nice things my daddy did for me. We did all
kinds of things together. Mom knew, but she told me that it was good for
me and daddy to be bonding as we did."

"Jayden, if I ever had a daughter, I would like her to be just like
you are now. I don't think I could have handled all the flying objects,
though."

She looks at me in shock; then, realizes what I mean and starts laughing,
and softly pummels me with her fists. The movements of our bodies' flood
me with her scent; my face seems to be drawn to her hair. It feels so good
against my face. Her hand is rubbing my chest and then targets one of my
nipples. I have never thought of them being sexy; but, when Jayden rolls
it between her fingers, my body tingles.

"Daddy, please look at my body the way you always do, it makes me feel
like a grown up woman."

This is new, likely something she and her daddy enjoyed. Looking at her
isn't going to be a chore. With a Herculean effort, I manage to stand with
Jayden in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. On her back, Jayden
reminds me of a young Annisa. Her nighty is still covering her pussy. We
are eye to eye as she wiggles and slowly exposes her body to me. Her
breasts are beautiful, her nipples are really screaming for attention. I
can hear them! My eyes move down her body to her bellybutton, large and
deep like her mom's. Jayden's pubes are large and swollen with
excitement. Shit, my body is trebling in anticipation: I feel like a
teenager on his first date. My cock is sticking out from my body like a
battering ram.

When she spreads her legs, I see heaven. Her love lips part, exposing
her inner petals. Her minor labia are a soft purplish color, her carnal
opening is a lighter purplish color flecked with streaks of pink flesh.
Her sexual scent quickly hits my nostrils; her ample juice is seeping out
of her in a stream of white cream. Needless to say, the fact that she is
only an eleven year old preteen doesn't seem to cross my mind. All I can
see is a beautiful young woman offering me her treasures to enjoy for a few
moments.

Her pussy is unimpeded by a tampon, as it was the last time she was here.
Her eyes never leave me, as I survey her wonders. On my knees between her
legs, I lean over and inhale her scent: My face, so close to the source,
Her clitoris stands out like a small penis. Even at her young age, it is well
formed and suckable. Kissing her pussy, she digs in her heels and lifts
her hips offering her delights for another kiss. I comply. Surprisingly,
my tongue slips into her opening; my taste buds are going crazy with the
wondrous variety of flavors. When Jayden lifts her knees, it exposes her
asshole. It isn't smooth and tight as one would expect for a girl so
young, but it is large and the rim is wrinkled. It reminds me of a rose.
Planting a wet kiss on it has Jayden trembling. She did mention numerous
times she and her daddy were close, but she was only eight when the
incident happened. I wonder.

Like her mom, her juice is continuous and very thick. Doing her now
reaffirms why I enjoy oral. I love the taste of pussy, both young and old.
Jayden's body continues to shudder as she climaxes. She accepts each
explosion and seems to look forward to the next. I just enjoy. Finally, I
lift my juice covered face from her well and look at her. Jayden is
smiling and looks content.

"Oh, daddy, I really missed that. My daddy did that all the time. He
started licking me when I started school; I think I was five at the time. I
didn't cum, but it felt so good. That is how he kissed me goodnight before
tucking me in bed. I always made sure I was naked under the blanket when
he came into my room. When I was six he showed me his cock and taught me
how to please him. I loved to suck him and drink his cream. Sometimes he
would let me suck him after he and mommy did things. I could taste mommy
on his cock."

"Did your mom know you and he were that close?"

"I don't know, but I think she did. Sometimes when we talk, she mentions
that we shared the best man in the world."

"What else did you do with your daddy?"

Jayden has a wicked smile on her face. She slowly rolls over on her
tummy and reaches back and spreads her cheeks. Her asshole opens like a
flower. Its interior is a soft pink. I want to touch her.

"When I was nearly seven, daddy started to play with my asshole. First
he used his finger and some slippery stuff. It felt funny at first, but I
started to look forward to it. Every night he would use his finger in my
butt, then two fingers, then three. It got to the point I could cum when
he did it. Then one night instead of his finger, he told me he was going to
put his cock in me. He had me kneel on the bed and spread my cheeks like I
am doing now. I remember the slippery stuff felt so cold. The slippery stuff he
used made his cock go in real easy. The first time he came in me I thought
I was in heaven. I could feel each time he shot his cream into me. I was
sad because it wasn't in my mouth; but, good because daddy liked doing me in
my bottom. He told me he wasn't going to take my cherry until I was
twelve. I loved my daddy so much."

All the time she is telling me her story, she is holding her asshole
open. My cock wants to enjoy what is exposed. Not sure of what she is
willing to do, I just look and savor.

"Do you have any slippery stuff, Leigh?"

"It was likely KY Jelly. Yes, actually I do."

"Please, do what my daddy did."

That is all the invitation I needed. I squirt a gob of KY onto her
rosette and work it in with my finger.

"God, it is cold."

Coating my willing shaft until it glistens with lube; I place it at the
opening. When Jayden feels my cock touch her, she reaches back and guides
me into her. I can't believe how easily Jayden is able to accept my
cock. In a millisecond, her asshole has engulfed the full length of my hard
shaft. The heat of her anal passage on my cock feels so welcome. When she
tightens her anal muscles I can feel every effort to eject me. Within
moments, my shaft is pumping. Jayden is lifting her bum to meet me. My
heart is pounding watching my white cock disappear then reappear from her
black ass. Jayden's back is flawless. Her legs are just slightly spread
allowing me easy access to her asshole.

This feeling is something I want to drag out for as long as possible.
Jayden hasn't forgotten how to control her anal muscles, squeezing my
shaft as I pump. Twice her body trembles with climaxes as I continue
fucking her. Then, without any warning, my self control goes for a shit.
Strings of my cream spew deep into Jayden's bowels. The feeling of
relief floods through my body, I'm totally spent. This has been quite the
night.

I haven't felt this exhausted since taking Rosy's cherry. After
withdrawing from Jayden's rose bud, I gently clean her rim then my cock.
It will be awhile before her asshole will close. She looks so sublime on
her tummy with her asshole open wide and showing its' beautiful pink interior.
All I can hope is that this isn't the only time I get to enjoy Jayden.
Crawling up beside her, I pull her into me.

"How do you feel, Jayden?"

"Good, this really reminds me of my dad. We did this often. Daddy told
me he would do it more, but mom had to have some too. He would laugh every
time he said that. He really loved my mom. I heard them in bed many
times. Mom is very noisy when she is enjoying sex, but you know that."

Great, she knows I slept with her mother. Does her mother know she is
in bed with me now? I would have never figured the two were that close
after all the fighting. It is nine and the last thing I need is to fall
asleep and send Jayden home in the morning.

"What time are you supposed to be home? It's nine."

"In the morning, mom knows where I am. She told me she enjoyed her
evening with you. It put her in the best mood I have seen since daddy
died. You're good for both of us, Leigh."

"You are good for me too. I really feel great and will sleep like
the dead."

As with her mom, my face is buried in Jayden's hair when I fall asleep and
when I wake. The sun is coming through the windows. My right hand is
cupping one of Jayden's breasts, rubbing the nipple. That reminds me, I
neglected both of them last night, an oversight that will have to be
corrected. Kissing Jayden on her hair causes her to stir; she rolls over
and looks at me with a devastating smile on her face.

"Oh daddy, last night was what I've been missing."

I watch as she stretches, her back arches and her breasts push out, her
hard nipples pointing to the ceiling. She must still be excited.

"I need a shower."

"Not a problem, clean towels are under the cabinet, you will find soap
and shampoo on the counter or in the shower."

"Don't go away."

Watching her naked body leave the room has my cock standing at
attention. The scent of sex is still in the room. I get out of bed and
open a window to air the room. Last night was the best Friday night I have
had in a long time. It will be something to look forward to in the
future. The water stops running, I'm next. Jayden soon returns to the
bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body.

"You need a shower too, if you smell as bad as I did."

She is right; I do smell ripe. In the shower, thoughts are running
through my mind. What will happen next? Will Annisa talk to me about
sleeping with Jayden; I have only Jayden's word that her mom condoned
the fact she came over to see me in her nighty. What if she is waiting in
her apartment, wondering? Squeaky clean, I step out of the shower and dry.
Returning to the bedroom, Jayden is on her back her legs spread, her pussy
hair damp, her opening glistening with her ample juice.

"Breakfast? Then I'll give you a blowjob."

That's a nice trade off, not thinking of anything other than sexual
satisfaction; my thoughts in the shower are blown out of my mind. Her
pussy does taste exceptionally good this morning. As I suck her clit my
finger caresses the rosebud. It has shrunk, but with
little effort my finger slides in. At this point, I'm not sure if a blowjob,
or enjoying her asshole, would be more satisfying. Jayden's body shudders
with three climaxes. Leaving her pussy, my tongue walks up her tummy
stopping at her belly button. Jayden goes wild as I lick and tongue in
its' depths. My target is her nipples: are they as sensitive as her clit?

Latching onto one, and then the other, my sucking has her squirming with
passion. Both have an exquisite taste, something I should have enjoyed
last night. I still can't believe what is happening. I enjoyed Jayden anally at her request and then
slept with her last night. This morning I enjoyed eating her out.
Just how low can a guy sink? Then, when I think of Rosy, I really feel like
a shit. But, I've to admit, both girls are worth it. Jayden brings me
back to the living.

"Lay on your back, Leigh. It's my turn."

Watching her wrap her luscious lips around my cock is a view in itself;
but, when she starts sucking, her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me like a
vacuum. With her grasp on my shaft, she has full control. Jayden knows
what she's doing. Not holding back, I cum fast and furious. Lifting my
hips upwards, Jayden accepts my full length. After convulsing, as my cream
sprays into her mouth, I collapse, exhausted. Even if nothing else happens,
I have had a wonderful weekend already and it's only early Saturday
morning. Jayden leaves me to enjoy the aftermath of a wonderful climax.
Closing my eyes, the door closes as she returns to her apartment and her
mom.

It's twelve when I finally get up for the day. Annisa hasn't come over
with a gun; so, it appears Jayden told the truth. After getting dressed, I
wander into the living room and notice an envelope at the bottom of the
door. It is addressed to me in a very flowing handwriting. The word
`Leigh' is in large script and below in a smaller case is the word `daddy'.

Opening it, there are two neatly folded letters. The first is from
Annisa.
"Leigh:
Thank you for taking the time to become part of our lives, both Jayden

and I have enjoyed your support.

Jayden and I will be shopping when you read this. I hope you are up
to some company tonight.

Love

Annisa"

The second one is from Jayden.
"Daddy:
Last night reminded me of all the time I've wasted feeling sorry for
myself. It was wonderful to feel what I've so desperately missed from my

real daddy.

I hope you feel up to a walk in the park tomorrow. I want to show you
off to my friends. No, they will never know what we do together; but, at
least I can tell them I've a good friend I look up too as a daddy.

Both mom and I love you.

Jayden."

This weekend really can't get any better than this.

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