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 Sara Next Door by Mortimer Snerd ibcnu@hotmail.com

   At one time, I lived next door to a mixed couple, one of them Caucasian
and the other Hispanic.  They were an odd-looking match, but nice people,
and they had two children, a 3-year-old boy and an 8-year-old girl. 
Children of mixed marriages always seem to turn out either very attractive
or very homely, and these were no exception.  The toddler had his father's
kinky hair but not as dark, and a muddy complexion.  But the little girl,
Sara, was gorgeous.  She had a golden complexion, fine features combining
the best of each parent, and straight, raven-dark hair.  Whenever I would
see her playing outside, I would catch myself staring at her, thinking
about what a fox she was going to grow up to be.  Occasionally, the thought
would actually get me aroused, and then I'd get disgusted at myself,
wondering what I was thinking.

   Sara and I knew each other pretty well, since I was often doing
something outside when she was out playing.  She would usually just wave or
yell "Hi" to me, but sometimes she would stop to talk a little.  On this
particular day, I was sitting on my front porch, having just finished
mowing the lawn.  Sara, wearing a bathing suit (from playing in the lawn
sprinkler, I guess), decided to come up and talk for a minute, but on her
way up the concrete steps, she slipped off the edge and scraped the inside
of her leg as she fell.  She immediately burst into tears, and I jumped up
to lift her up onto the porch, wanting to help her.  "It's just a bad
scrape," I told her, "but let's go inside and take a look at it." I picked
her up and carried her, still sniffling, into the bathroom, intent on
patching her up.

   Sitting her down on the commode lid, I began to examine her injury.  It
wasn't serious, but I'm sure it hurt like hell at that moment.  She had
scraped the inside of one thigh, from about five inches above her knee
almost to her crotch.  There was no blood, just a big red welt and some
minor skin shredding.  "I have some medicine that will make it feel a lot
better.  Would you like me to put some on?" She nodded her head, still
sniffling back tears.  Pulling out some lidocaine gel ("For sunburns and
minor skin irritations"), I gently smoothed some onto her leg.  Her
sniffling stopped as I worked it over the scrape.  Finding myself with more
than I needed, I spread it off to the sides of the injured area.

   With the one end of the scrape so close to Sara's crotch, I found myself
needing to spread the excess gel high enough that I worried I might freak
her out.  "Sara, sweetheart, I'm going to have to move your suit out of the
way a little.  I don't mean anything by it, but I don't want to get this
medicine all over your pretty bathing suit.  Is that alright?" She nodded
yes, her eyes still moist.  I carefully took ahold of her suit on one side
of the V, just above her crotch, and pulled it to the side, putting my hand
over the exposed area to preserve her modesty.  She didn't seem to mind,
letting me work in the rest of the gel.  As I neared completion, I mentally
stepped back to look at myself: Here I was with an 8-year-old girl, and I
had my hand on her young pussy, rubbing her leg.  I caught myself
lingering, and, discovering I was starting to get a hard-on, I quickly
finished up, putting her suit back in place.  What in hell was I thinking?
I washed my hands, asking her if her leg felt better, and she said it did.
"What were you coming up to tell me, anyway?" I asked.  "I don't remember,"
she said, with an odd tilt of her head.  "Well, you'll think of it later.
Time to run on and play!" Thanking me, she headed out the door, off to find
her little friends.

   Ashamed of the thoughts that had just run through my head, I nonetheless
found myself turning back to them.  Her little golden body, one of my hands
between her legs, the look on her face...  had she actually been enjoying
having me touch her there?  Impossible!  She was much too young to
understand what I had been thinking.  Not too young to feel something,
maybe, but too young to understand.  I shook my head to clear it, and went
back to finishing up my yard work.

   About an hour later, Sara came back.  She had changed clothes, and she
was now wearing a little skirt and blouse.  "My leg is starting to hurt
again", she said.  "Could you please put some more of that medicine on me?"
I told her to come on in, and we'd take care of it.  And was that a coy
look on her face, as if she wasn't being entirely honest about her pain? 
Whatever...  back we went to the bathroom, and I pulled out the gel again.
Sara had already sat on the commode again, and had gotten into position by
lifting up her skirt and parting her legs slightly.  I began putting on the
gel, and again I found myself with a little too much, needing to spread it
around.  "I don't want to get this on your panties, either, Sara", I said,
getting her approval on moving them out of the way.  She just nodded, so I
went ahead.  Her panties were fresh, of course, and were white with little
blue flowers.  I took ahold of them near the bottom of the V and pulled
them to the side, once more putting my free hand over Sara's crotch.  She
spread her legs obligingly as I finished my work.  Almost too obligingly, I
thought...  again, I had to catch myself mentally, turning away just before
I might embarrass myself.  Sara thanked me, and I sent her back out to
play.

   Having finished up the yardwork just before this, I decided it was time
to catch a shower.  While soaping up, my thoughts kept turning back to
Sara, and the way she seemed to be enjoying our little "fix-it" sessions,
perhaps even planning the second one?  I started to get hard again, and
turned the water ice-cold for a minute to put a stop to that train of
thought.  Finishing up, I quickly dried off and grabbed my bathrobe.  As I
tied it around and stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the doorbell. 
Wondering who could be here, I peeked out a window near the front door.  It
was Sara again!  She had changed clothes once more, and was now wearing
shorts instead of a skirt.  What was she up to?

   Answering the door, I found Sara smiling up at me.  "It's much better,
but could you put some more of that medicine on, just in case?" she asked.
"Sure", I found myself saying, "Come on in." What was I getting myself
into, here?  Sara went straight to the bathroom, but she didn't sit down
right away.  Suddenly, I realized why...  with the shorts she was now
wearing, I was actually going to have to take them off to get to her leg!
Sara knew this, and was standing up, waiting for me to figure it out.  This
can't be happening, I heard a part of me saying, even as another part of me
said, "I'll have to pull down your shorts to help you.  Should I just pull
down your panties, too, so they won't get in the way?" Sara mumbled that
this probably was best, so I gently slid shorts and panties down to her
ankles at the same time, revealing her beautiful little golden body,
hairless little slit in front and rounded little ass behind.  She stepped
out of the fallen shorts, taking her seat on the edge of the commode and
spreading her legs again.  Her tiny slit opened up slightly, and my eyes
were drawn to her there as I opened the medicine cabinet.

   Knowing now, without a doubt, that Sara was enjoying the touching and
was taking advantage of the situation, I decided it wouldn't hurt to play
along.  Instead of the lidocaine gel, this time I pulled out some mild,
fragrance-free aloe lotion.  "This is something different, Sara, it's just
to help it heal", I said.  She nodded, half-interested.  I squirted a
generous amount onto her leg, insuring there would be plenty to go around.
As I began to spread the last of it upward to her crotch, I slowed down
considerably, rubbing a little more thoroughly.  Sure enough, Sara closed
her eyes, enjoying my touch!  I was fascinated, and I suddenly realized I
was as hard as a rock, making an obvious tent in my bathrobe as I knelt
there.  Okay, here goes nothing, I thought...  "Sara, have you ever had a
boyfriend?" "Not really", she said, "Just pretend, at Valentines' Day."
"Have you ever been kissed by a boy?" She shook her head no, her eyes still
closed.  "Would you like to be?  I'll show you how", I said, going for
broke.  Sara opened her eyes for a moment, looking into mine, then closed
them again and nodded her head "yes".  I leaned over and pressed my lips
gently to hers for a minute or so.  When I pulled back, her eyes opened
about halfway.  Seeing no reluctance, I leaned in again, and this time she
put one arm up around my neck, gently pulling me to her.

   I had never stopped my rubbing, so as I put my free arm behind Sara's
waist, I began to concentrate on the hand between her legs.  Moving
entirely over to her tiny pussy, I cradled it tenderly, able to cover it
completely with my palm.  I let my hand rest there for a minute, then
gently reached a well-lubricated finger or two all the way around to the
crack of her little golden ass.  Sara shuddered a little, but she showed no
sign at all of being uncomfortable, although she broke off the kiss and
just snuggled against me.  After a few minutes more, I slowly and carefully
pulled one finger back up through, lightly sliding into her slit.  Sara's
breathing was speeding up now, and I decided to go really slow, so as not
to scare her.  I could feel the tiny entrance to her hole, near the bottom
of her pussy, and I massaged that a little, not attempting to go in.  I
just savored the feel of her, this pre-pubescent little fox who was putty
in my hands, enjoying my good luck.

   Using my thumb, I found the upper end of Sara's pussy and located her
tiny clit.  It was swollen and hard, so I told myself to be very, very
gentle.  Pressing over it with my palm, I made slow, circular motions,
which she began to match, her breathing getting faster.  I noticed that her
pussy lips had begun to swell a bit, too.  "Mmmm..." she murmured in my
ear, "that feels so good!" "You feel good to me, too, sweetheart", I
answered.  "How would you like to go in and lie down on the bed?"
"Mmmm-hmmm..." was her only answer.

   Picking her up and carrying her easily, I took Sara to the bedroom and
laid her on the bed.  Stretching out next to her, I said, "Sometimes it's
kind of embarrassing to be the only one without clothes on, like when you
go to the doctor.  Would you like to undress me, too?" "Sure", she said,
with obvious interest.  Since I was only wearing a bathrobe, this was
relatively quick and easy for her, simply a matter of untying the sash.  My
hardon popped into full view, and Sara's eyes got big.  "I knew boys had
something like that, because I've seen my little brother in the bathtub
before", she said, "But I didn't know it would get so big!" (Mind you, I'm
not overly well-hung, but she was 8 and it probably looked huge to her.)
"Would you like to touch it?" I asked.  She didn't answer, she just reached
over and put her hand on my dick, squeezing it a little.  I jumped a bit
with her touch, but then relaxed and enjoyed it.  Sara was fascinated,
touching me up and down my length, then reaching around to my balls.  "Be
gentle down there", I said softly, "you can hurt me by accident." "I won't
hurt you, I promise", she told me, so I let her continue to explore,
although my balls were beginning to ache with tension.  My dick was
rock-hard, and a bead of fluid was poised at the tip.  Sara spotted it and
asked about it.  "Do you have to pee?" "No, I don't have to pee", I
chuckled, "that's just what happens when I'm with a pretty girl." That
brought a delighted giggle from Sara, who snuggled up next to me on the
bed, half-naked against me.  I covered us both with my bathrobe and
smothered her with kisses, enjoying this timeless moment of closeness.

   After a bit, I asked Sara if she would put some lotion on me, the way I
had put it on her.  "Are you hurt, there?" she asked, concerned.  "No, but
it will feel good to me, just like it felt good to you." This seemed to
satisfy her, so she hopped up and went back to the bathroom, returning with
the aloe lotion I had used last.  Climbing back up on the bed, she squirted
some onto her hand, then began to rub it onto my dick.  I lay back, letting
her slide her little hand up, down and around my dick, just enjoying the
sensation.  My own breathing was speeding up, now, and I knew I wasn't able
to take much more.  When she began to spread the lotion onto my balls, I
had her stop.  "Let me rest for a minute", I said, between rapid breaths.
"That feels so good.  How about if I put some more on you, too?" She said
yes to that, laying back and parting her legs wide for me, so I put some
lotion on my hand and obliged her, this time going straight to her pussy.
Her lips were still swollen, and I rubbed them with most of my hand while
sliding one finger back into her slit to caress her gently.  As Sara moaned
quietly, I leaned over to kiss her, and she put an arm around me again,
pulling us close.  She reached down with the other hand, wanting to fondle
me at the same time, but she couldn't reach.  "How about this," I
suggested...  "I'll lay on my back, and you sit on top of me.  Then we can
rub each other at the same time." Sara seemed to like that idea, so I
rolled to my back as she sat up next to me.

   Putting one leg over my middle, Sara climbed up and straddled me. 
Taking ahold of her thighs to help, I lifted her back a bit and sat her on
top of my throbbing dick.  With the help of all the lotion, her pussy lips
easily positioned themselves around me, cradling me in her young heat.  We
both said, "Mmmm", at the same time, then laughed at our timing.  "Now
let's rub each other", I said, using my hips to slide my dick up and down
her slit.  Sara got the idea quickly, moving with me.  I took a moment to
look at her...  this beautiful little 8-year-old girl was riding me like
some pre-teen Lady Godiva on her horse, her shiny raven hair cascading
around her shoulders, her golden legs spread to either side of me in a
kneeling position.  Her young pussy was incredibly hot, and my breathing
began to get ragged.  With each stroke, the head of my dick slipped back
and forth over her tiny clit, causing her to breathe through her mouth, as
her beautiful little golden body soaked up this new pleasure.  I could see
the bottom of her rib cage heaving, and wanting it all, I reached up and
unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a pair of young nipples.  They were hard,
and I touched them tenderly.  Suddenly, Sara went rigid on top of me,
except for her hips, which pushed hard into me in short little jerks. 
Between her pussy lips, I could feel her muscles contracting in her moment
of ecstasy.  This was all I could take, and I grabbed her grinding hips, my
own orgasm joining hers as I shot all over us both.  She continued humping
for a bit, then collapsed onto my chest, exhausted.  I pulled her up to my
mouth and kissed her, as we lay together in my cum.

   I could hardly believe what I had just done!  Yet here was my little
golden-skinned neighbor, cuddling with me on the bed, her obvious
contentment showing that she had enjoyed the encounter as much as I had.  I
thought it best to probe a bit, to make sure she understood how private
this had to be.  "Sara, did you enjoy that as much as I did?" I asked her.
"Mmmm," she murmured, snuggling against me.  "I'd like to do it again, if
you would," I told her.  "Can we, please?  I like being with you," she
said. "I want to be with you, too, Sara," I said, "but the only way is if
we keep it as our special secret, just between you and me.  Other people
wouldn't understand." I kneaded the cheeks of her beautiful little ass
while I spoke, to emphasize how nice it was to be together.  "Can't I even
tell my friends?" she asked.  "Not even your very best friend in the whole
world.  If anyone at all finds out, we'll have to stop seeing each other."
(I didn't add that I'd be sitting in a jail cell!) "Then nobody else will
find out.  I want to do this again and again!" she told me.  With this
encouragement, I slid my fingers down between her legs and found her young
pussy again, stroking her gently as I covered her with little kisses.  She
giggled again as my lips caressed her, but her breathing started to speed
up anyway, especially when I kissed her nipples.  Finally, I slid her
downward until her moistness was against my aching dick, and I began
sliding it up and down between her golden legs, her little hips rocking in
counterpoint.  As I brought her to another shuddering climax, I surprised
myself by going over the edge again too, shooting my cum all over her ass
this time.  Afterward, we just held each other for a long time. 
Eventually, I reluctantly suggested she ought to head home, before her
folks missed her.  We cleaned each other up with damp washcloths, and I
helped her get dressed.  As I walked her to the door, I told her to come
back whenever she wanted, and we'd cuddle like this again.

   A few days went by, and I was beginning to think Sara wasn't coming back
-- and I worried that she might have gotten scared and spilled the beans --
but then I found her at my door one afternoon, asking to come in.  She was
wearing a new bathing suit, and she said she'd been anxious to show it to
me.  (She did look pretty in it, but now I was more interested in taking it
off of her!) We went back to the bedroom again, and I eased her out of her
suit, then let her take my clothes off, and we cuddled up under the covers.
Her little naked body felt wonderful against me, and we stroked and
caressed each other for well over two hours, each of us enjoying a pair of
orgasms.

   It became a pattern that we would see each other about every other day,
never more than three days apart.  Each time, we'd caress each other to at
least one climax, one way or another.  Sara never seemed bothered by my
cum, just lying in it afterward, or idly playing with it.  Sometimes she
would spread it around on both of us with her hands.  She seemed to find it
special that it was her that made it come out of me.  I never asked her to
suck it from me, since that would have felt crude and exploitative.  But I
did suggest "kissing" her pussy, which she let me do fairly often.  She
would giggle uncontrollably, as I worked my way down to her tender young
sex, but as I took her in my mouth, her giggles would stop and her
breathing would get ragged.  What a heavenly taste her fresh, young pussy
had!  As I got bolder with this, my tongue would probe into her cunt a
little ways, and I would drink in her little-girl juices hungrily.  As her
climax took over, she would clamp down on my tongue, her hips rocking
against me in her pleasure.

   About a month into our affair, I began slipping a finger up into her
tiny cunt...  partway, just far enough to bump into her hymen.  I would
keep it there while I massaged her clit, bringing her to an orgasm with me
"inside" her.  I knew this was as close as I would come to that, for now,
but it was still a rush, and Sara seemed to enjoy it too.  One day, as she
came to a climax with my finger in her, she arched her hips against me hard
enough that my finger tore through her hymen.  She yelped a little at that,
so I pulled my finger out and just held her gently for the rest of that
afternoon.  But the next time she came over, she asked me to put my finger
in her again, and this time, when she began rocking her hips, my finger
plunged all the way into her, up to my knuckles.  She shuddered a little,
and she asked me to be gentle, but she kept me in there right through to
her orgasm.  This became a regular part of our times together, one that
Sara seemed to love as much as I loved doing it.  She began to experiment
with using her hand on me, her little lotion-covered fingers encircling me
and stroking until I came, as I gently finger-fucked her to her own climax.

   I knew that my finger was all Sara would be able to take inside her, as
an 8-year-old, but as our affair continued, I began to wonder how old she
would have to be before my dick would fit into her young cunt.  I certainly
didn't want to hurt her, but how wonderful it would be to be able to make
love with my young friend!  When she turned 10, I suggested trying it... 
she was still far too tight, and I knew better than to push too hard on
this one.  But Sara was intrigued, now, and she wanted to "try it again"
every so often.  Each time, I'd get the head a little farther into her, my
balls aching with anticipation!  When she was almost 11, we finally were
able to make it all the way, my dick sliding full-length up into her
deliciously tight, hot, pubescent cunt!  We just held each other that way
for a long time, her face a mask of contentment, as I stroked her fine,
golden back, her long black hair covering us both.  She was way too snug
for us to pump, that time, so we just sort of wiggled our way to orgasm,
her clit pressing against me as my dick rubbed against her cervix.  It
didn't take long, and for the first time, I came inside my young lover,
filling her with my hot cum.  (I had had a vasectomy years ago, so getting
her pregnant was not a concern.) This lubricated us well enough that we
could pump a little, which we started to do, neither of us wanting to
separate just yet.  Slowly, gently, we made love that day, and I came to
another two orgasms, while Sara had at least three.  Neither of us wanted
it to end.

   Sara and I continued to see each other on a regular basis, but as she
got older, her life was getting busier.  She was a kid, after all, and
unlike my one-track mind, she had other things to occupy her.  Our times
always seemed special to us both, but I knew her life would take her in
other directions, so I tried hard not to cling too tightly.  At about age
13, she began to notice other boys her own age, and I felt a twinge of
jealousy, even though I knew it had to be.  Eventually, she started to
date, and she lost interest in our special times together.  Finally, she
stopped coming over at all, and I missed her terribly.

   Once, when Sara was 15 (and absolutely gorgeous), she came over again.
"I want to thank you for the times we had together", she said.  "You were a
gentle, wonderful teacher, and you'll always be special to me." "As you
will to me", I said.  "How about one more time, to remember by?" She
giggled, then reached up to kiss me, coming into my arms without any
hesitation.  She was a young woman now, with shapely breasts, and as they
pressed into me, we both felt the fire building...  we hurried to the
bedroom and took each other with the familiarity of old lovers (which, I
guess, we were), and I would say it was the most intense sex I have ever
had, or ever will.  Unfortunately, Sara's family moved away shortly after
that, and I never saw her again.
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