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 TITLE: The Little Girl Next Door

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, First Time

   SUMMARY: Patty was the young girl next door that loved to play at my
house when my granddaughter came to visit.  But she also liked to play at
my house when my granddaughter was not around too.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   "Love you too," I yelled back waving as they drove off.  That was my
daughter Shelly and my granddaughter Silvia.  The two of them had spent the
night after a visit yesterday that ended up being longer than originally
planned. They often spent the night as Silvia likes to play with a girl her
age living next door to me.

   It was late Saturday morning when they left so I just puttered around
the garage for the next hour or so until lunchtime.

   Let me introduce myself.  I'm Hank, a retired truck driver in my mid
60's.  My wife works part time still at a local card shop, mostly on
Saturdays but a couple of hours at lunchtime each day during the week too.
This being Saturday I wouldn't expect her home for several hours yet.

   "Hello Mr.  H," came a familiar voice.  That's what they call me in the
neighborhood.

   "Hi Patty," I said as I turned to the familiar voice.  Patty was in
grade school just like my granddaughter.  "Is Silvia around?"

   "No honey," I replied.  "She and her mom had to go home this morning. 
But you can come in for cookies and milk if you want." Patty is that next
door neighbor girl that my granddaughter Silvia likes to play with.  Patty
and Silvia played together until about 8 PM last night when my daughter
Shelly finally sent her home and put Silvia to bed.

   Patty was sort of the poor white trash kid of the neighborhood.  She
looked unkept and dirty.  She was always hanging around and I kind of felt
sorry for her.  My wife and I had fed her on many occasion.  Patty's mother
always seemed to have visitors around.  My guess, she's a prostitute. 
Patty was always nice to us though, never causing us any trouble.  Oh and
she adored Silvia.  So I didn't mind her coming over.  It gave Silvia a
friend to play with when my daughter Shelly came to visit.

   Though my wife didn't know about it, Patty had often come into the house
when my wife was at work, just to hang around.  I knew it probably wasn't
proper but I kind of liked having Patty around.  She may have been young
but she knew the right things to say to make me feel good.  I guess the
girl was sort of a flirt and I ate it up.  To be honest I flirted back,
telling her how beautiful she was, how when she grew up she was going to
make some guy awfully lucky.  She would laugh and say how I was lucky then
to have her around.  I told her she was right, I was lucky.

   After finishing her snack I invited her into the kids room.  We had an
extra bedroom that the grand kids always stayed in, loaded with toys of
course. Patty didn't have a whole lot of toys of her own so enjoyed playing
in there even when Silvia wasn't around.  It also gave me an excuse to keep
Patty around me longer, just so I could watch her play, and maybe flirt a
bit more too.

   I sat on the futon bed in the room watching Patty while she eagerly
looked through the toy box.  She had her little butt in the air.  Sometimes
when she did that my mind would wander and visualize her without any
clothes on.  It was stupid and I quickly threw the images out of my mind,
but it was just fantasy so no harm done.  "You know you sure are a pretty
girl, Patty," I told her.

   "You always say that Mr.  H," she replied, continuing to pick through
the toys.

   "Well it's true," I continued.  "If I was just a little bit younger I
would probably make a move on you."

   "I think you're young Mr.  H," she told me, "and what does 'make a move'
mean, that you want me to move in?"

   Patty was about 4 feet 6 inches, maybe close to 90 pounds or so, sort of
a chunky frame.  As I looked at her face I realized she was really even
prettier than I had previously thought.  Her light blue sweat pants were
dirty and hadn't been washed in a while.  But it just made her looks stand
out even more.

   She had medium long blond hair, blue eyes, and light freckles across her
nose.  I recalled her sticking her tongue out at me once and noticing how
long it was for a girl her age.  I wondered what it would be like to have
her put that tongue inside my mouth. It was selfish, and dangerous, but I
liked having Patty around when no one else was there.  Patty seemed to
sense it too.  She was always a bit more hands-on with me when no one else
was with us.  She would never touch me when my wife was here but often did
when we were alone.  I realized I had been having Patty alone here at the
house quite often lately.

   Patty and I had spent a lot of time in this room together and she had
sometimes snuggled up to me for no reason, just lying there next to me with
my arm around her.  I don't think she got the attention she so desperately
wanted and needed in her own home.  She would hug me and I would hug her
back.  We would sometimes just lay there on the bed together not saying a
word.  Then other times she would be a chatterbox.  Either way having her
close to me like that always felt good.

   "Mr.  H, I was wondering," she began.  "I was wondering if you had room,
I mean if maybe I could stay here with you.  Is that what you meant by
'make a move' like you said?"

   "Oh I'd love that Dear," I told Patty.  "But I'm sure your parents would
miss you." Patty and I had played out this conversation several times in
the past, about her living with us.  Each time I said no.  Yet each time
she would add something new, some reason that would tip the scale and make
me say yes.  I often wanted to say yes, but knew that it just wasn't
realistic.  I had to admit I liked this conversation because every time we
had it, Patty would get, well let's just say closer to me physically.  She
would touch me more, snuggle more, wrap her arms around me more, just more
touchy-feely, and I liked it, a lot.

   "It's just me and my mom now," Patty explained.  "Her latest boyfriend
is gone and my mom isn't even there half the time.  When she is there she's
either drunk or high on something." Patty has played the drunk and drug
card on me before but I didn't know her mother's live-in boyfriend had
left. Maybe he got tired of all the other guys she "entertained" in her
home.

   "I'm so sorry for you Patty," I told her.  "I didn't know.  Is that why
you like to come over here?" I had said these same words to her the last
time she told me about her mother's drinking and drug use.  I didn't like
her being around the drugs and thought about calling the police.  But then
Patty would be put into a foster home and I wouldn't see her again.  OK, I
was selfish.

   "Yes and you're so nice," Patty added plopping down next to me on the
futon.  Here she goes again, touching me, working on ways to overcome my
resistance. This is the part of our game that I really liked.

   "I know how to be real nice too.  I've watched my mom lots of times.  I
know how to hump and everything," she bragged.  She had never told me that
one before.

   I had been lying on my side but when she said that she rolled me onto my
back and sat across my waist facing me.

   "I do know how," she pronounced.  "Let me show you." Then she began
grinding her hips back and forth on my groin and in a matter a seconds I
was getting hard. I put my hands on her hips to stop her but just couldn't
bring myself to do it.

   What the hell am I doing, I thought.  "Stop it Patty.  You know you
can't do this with me." She had never gone this far with me before and I
suddenly got scared.  What if someone found out?  I would go to jail.

   "My mom does it with older men.  I've seen her," she explained. 
"Besides you're not that old and I know you like it.  I can feel you under
me getting big." Patty was now going way beyond anything she had ever done
before.  All the sexual tension I had felt in the past I figured was just
what I fantasized about her.  Nothing so overt was ever done by Patty
before this.  OK, yes, I told you we had flirted, but again nothing like
this.

   She suddenly stopped rocking and reached her right hand down between her
legs.  "You're big and hard Mr.  H," she stated as she pressed her fingers
onto my shaft.

   With a quick movement of her arms Patty pulled her shirt up over her
head revealing her bare chest.  I just stared at her small immature breasts
and tiny nipples.  Then lifting her body up she pulled her sweats and
panties down over her knees to her ankles revealing her pussy to me for the
first time.  A small amount of light blond hair was growing down there. As
she dropped back down onto her knees she pulled her clothes off her feet,
leaving a nude girl sitting on my waist, pressing back down onto my now
rock hard prick.

   I couldn't move, frozen with the sight of it all.  Patty broke the
silence by tickling me on my sides.  By instinct I lifted my body up into
the air twisting about as my hands went for hers to stop her.  She took
that moment to grab my own sweats and tugged at them.  My hips were up
slightly, enough for Patty to yank my sweats half way down my legs, freeing
my now erect member.

   I was a complete fool letting her do this but I couldn't stop helping
her either.  Patty laid down on top of me.  Pushing my shirt up she began
rubbing her upper body against mine.

   Now I don't really have a big dick, maybe six inches at most and not all
that thick.  But right then it was as hard as I could remember.

   Patty kept rubbing her skin up and down against me slowly moving up on
my body until she was pressing the head of my dick against her pussy
opening.

   "You can't do this Patty, please," I begged.  But I was conflicted.  I
certainly didn't sound convincing, not even to myself.  I knew it was wrong
and she had to stop, I had to stop her.  Yet my body didn't move.  I didn't
want her to stop.

   She continued sliding up and down on me.  "Does that feel good Mr.  H?"
she asked.

   "Oh God you know it does, Patty," I confessed.  "But we have to stop. 
We can't do this.  Really, please, we must stop now."

   Then it happened.  On one of her downward movements my cock slipped into
her pussy, just the head but in nevertheless.

   Patty stopped her movements as if she was checking how far in she could
get me.  It wasn't much deeper than just the head of my dick.  "That's as
far as you can poke me Mr.  H.  I don't want you to break my hymen.  I
don't want anyone to know we fucked," she explained.  She called it what it
was, fucking.  And how did she even know about a hymen, I thought.  But
when she said that word fuck, I felt a rush of blood in my dick, the head
snug between her pussy lips.

   She then moved her body about an inch up and down on my shaft.  Though I
wanted to grab her and drive my hard rod up inside of her, I let her
control the action. Actually I think I was still in shock and couldn't have
moved anyway.

   The feeling was so incredible.  My dick was moving in and out of this
preteen's little pussy opening.  After about a minute I climaxed, shooting
my load up into her.  Most of it just squirted all around smearing between
our bodies, the majority of it blocked from entering her tunnel because of
that damn hymen.

   "I made you cum didn't I" she announced with a proud smile on her face.

   "Oh God I'm so sorry," I exclaimed. "I should never have done this.  You
have to get off of me."

   "I made you cum," she repeated.  "I made you cum.  I made you cum.  You
fucked me and squirted inside me."

   Patty was ecstatic.  "You fucked me Mr.  H, you fucked me, you fucked me
and I made you cum inside me." I knew at least some of my cum must have
forced its way through the tiny hole in her hymen.  Some of my cum was
actually working its way up her pussy shaft and would probably end up in
her womb.  It would fight its way up her little tubes only to be
disappointed when no egg would be found.  Thank god for that.

   "You fucked me!  You fucked me!" she repeated over and over in a
sing-song sort of way.  "Just think how much we can fuck when I move in,"
she announced.  "And I'll let you go all the way in."

   "Patty that's not going to happen," I told her.

   "You, you won't go all the way in?" she asked.

   "No, I mean yes I'll go all the way, no, I mean no we can't do this and
I meant you can't come live with us." I finally got out what I was trying
to say.  "Your mom would never allow that," I told her.

   Then she suddenly sounded years older than what she was.  With a very
calm voice she leaned down and whispered into my ear saying, "Mr.  H, you
know you just fucked me and put your sperm inside me.  I'm sure you can get
in trouble for that.  But I don't want to tell anyone.  I really don't.  I
want this to be our super special secret, just between us.  That's why I'm
whispering.  I want us to fuck all the time, for real, with you all the way
inside of me.  It can be our really big secret forever and ever.  I think
you're going to figure out how to fix it with my mom so I can come live
here with you.  You'll fix it so we can fuck any time we want, any time I
want, won't you Mr.  H?  And I am going to want to fuck a lot Mr.  H.  So
you will find a way, won't you?"

   That's when I realized I was being blackmailed by a this little vixin.
"Of course I'll find a way," I assured her.

   "Promise?" she asked.

   "Yes, I promise," I told her again.

   "Pinky swear, cross your heart promise?" she insisted.

   "Yes, I swear on a stack of Bibles," I stated firmly.

   She sat upright on me, the head of my prick still wedged just inside of
her pussy.  As I looked at her I realized she had been squeezing my cock
head with her pussy or her legs or something.  I was so focused on what she
was saying to me that I hadn't noticed until just then.  "Where did you
learn to do that?" I asked.

   She smiled at me and said, "I told you I learned things from my mom. 
But her last boyfriend wanted to do stuff to me that I didn't want.  I
wanted you Mr.  H, not him.  That's why I had to find out if you were going
to fight for me.  Now that I know you will I want to show you some of what
you will get when I move in."

   She suddenly dropped herself down onto my shaft.  I was still fairly
hard, especially since she had continued squeezing me the whole time we
were talking.  She lifted up once and dropped back down again.  I was
buried deep inside of her, her hymen gone forever.

   "Oh Christ, Patty," I cried, "You are so incredibly tight.  So hot.  So
wonderful."

   "Just for you Mr.  H," she pronounced.  "Just for you." She was fucking
me hard as if she had done this many times before but I knew I had just
torn through her hymen.  I took her virginity.  This had to be her first
real fuck.  She must have watched her mother fuck guys in the past.  Now
she was putting that knowledge to work on me.

   Without slowing down Patty leaned forward and kissed me full on the
lips. She had never done that before either, though I had fantasized about
it many times.  Her long tongue dove into my mouth, reaching all parts as
she sucked my breath away.  This preteen witch was giving me the best sex I
had experienced in years, hell in decades.  I sucked on her tongue and she
began driving it in and out of my mouth as she continued to drive her pussy
up and down my cock.

   As we were kissing she began to moan, her movements on my shaft starting
to become a bit jerky.  Suddenly she broke our kiss and sat upright with a
scream.  Her body was convulsing and I did the only thing I could.  I
climaxed again shooting my cum deep inside of her young body.

   After a minute she collapsed on top of me, both of us out of breath. 
"How did you learn to work your pussy muscles like that," I asked, "when
you had never fucked before?"

   "A year ago my mom started teaching me, showed me what I had to do, to
exercise every day.  Did you like it?" she asked.

   "Yes," I told her.  "It was incredible."

   "I have more things to show you," she promised.  "But only after I move
in.  My mom taught me lots of stuff, even let me sneak and watch her fuck
guys when they didn't know I was there.  So when do I get to move in?"

   "I will get working on that right away," I told her, and I did.  On one
hand I was a little bit upset about how Patty tricked me into this.  Yet I
was excited at the prospect of having her with me all day.  I was just glad
Patty knew how to keep a secret, or at least I hoped she did.

   The End (until Patty moves in)