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She wants to steal the affection of her older sister's boyfriend and wants the neighbor man to teach her all about sex so she'll be able to seduce the boyfriend. (M/g, ped, 1st, mast, cons) *** I didn't think much of the doorbell ringing that afternoon. I work out of my apartment and Federal Express and UPS are constant interruptions. To my surprise, one of the neighbor girls was there, in her school uniform with a backpack full of school books. "Can I come in Mr. Abernathy?" she asked shyly. "I forgot my key and mom won't be home 'til six." I pushed the door open. Great, another interruption. I was never going to finish my project. "Sure. Make yourself at home," I lied. "When's your sister going to be home?" I knew these girls, this one was Roxanne, a twelve-year old brunette nymphet who was just starting to grow little breasts on her tiny little torso. The other one, Jodi, was seventeen, blonde, and stacked. "She's off with her boyfriend, Gary," Roxanne said, tossing her book bag on the couch. "Oh. Well I've got a lot of work to do. Maybe you can do some homework while I get back to my paperwork." I felt sorry for her. I was too abrupt. If her sister had stopped by I would have paid lots of attention to her. "Do you want something to drink?" "Have any soda?" She flopped down on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table. I could see white underwear as her plaid skirt parted. I averted my eyes. She was only twelve. I returned from the kitchen with her drink. She had taken off her uniform jacket, but her face was still red. She must have run up the stairs. "What size shoes do you wear Mr. Abernathy?" she asked. "That's a strange question," I said. I was both self- conscious and proud of my feet. Although I'm only six feet tall, I wear size fourteen shoes. I told her the size. "Fourteen is good," she said. I smiled, puzzled, and went back to my desk. "Mr. Abernathy," she said, before I could even pick up a piece of paper. "I have a business deal for you." I turned my head toward her. What business deal could a pigtailed child have? Did she want to sell me Girl Scout cookies? Why did I let her in? "You see," she said, standing up and brushing wrinkles from her blouse, "I'm mad at my sister, so I want to get back at her. She broke the antique clock that Mom got from her grandmother and I got blamed for it. So I'm going to get her back." "Roxanne, I have work to do. If you don't mind...." "I'm almost finished," she said. "You see, Jodi really likes her boyfriend, Gary, and, well, he is kind of cute. I want to take him away from her. I know she won't let him screw her. All she does is give hand jobs and I think he wants more." I had seen Gary around. He was also seventeen. Of course he wanted more than handjobs. "Yesterday I told Gary he could do whatever he wanted with me, but he said no." I almost told her that she was way too young to be thinking such thoughts and that Gary had the right idea. Instead, I wanted to see where she went with this idea. "He laughed at me at first. Then he told me he was too big for me and he'd never fit inside me. I asked him why he thought that and he said because he had a really big dick and you could tell because he has size twelve feet. I think he was trying to scare me away or something. But I came up with an idea. You see, I remember seeing you around the building and noticing how big your feet were, so I figured you must be really big. You could stretch me out first, then he wouldn't have any excuse. Y'know? I can pay you my lunch money." By the time she had finished saying all this, she was standing right next to me as I sat at my desk. The top two buttons of her plain, white dress shirt were undone and I could see a little of her chest. She was too small to have any cleavage. "I don't think this is a good idea," I started, but she shut me up by leaning forward and kissing me lightly on the lips. "The least you could do is show me how to kiss." Even though she was twenty-two years younger than I, I thought the idea wasn't too bad. Who would if faced with such a situation? I kissed her, parting her lips with my tongue and gently stroking hers. She pulled away for a second, maybe she didn't know about French kissing, but she quickly got into the pleasure of it and kissed harder. Our tongues explored and entwined and I tasted cherry cola in her mouth. The kiss continued and she leaned against me. I put my arms around her and put her on my lap, still convinced I was going to tell her to abandon this crazy idea. When I lifted her I realized how little she was. I was definitely going to tell her to stop when the kiss was over. Roxanne had a different idea, however. She shifted her weight, landing her ripe little rump on my swiftly growing penis. Somehow my hand was on one of her tiny little tits. It was small, firm, and the nipple was already hard. I could feel her heart beating rapidly. "I'm ready for it," she said, when the kiss ended. Unable to stop myself, I unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a training bra that hooked in the back. I removed her shirt, but left the bra on, kissing between her little breasts. Picking her up I cradled her like an infant. She only weighed about eighty pounds. With ease I carried her to the bedroom. I gently put her on the bed and tugged off her plaid skirt. Her underwear came with it and I saw some light, silky hairs beginning to grow over her plump little mons. I couldn't resist. I bent down and licked her there. I could feel her squirm as I tongued the moist little cleft of her cunt lips. She tasted fresh and sweet, like honeysuckle smelled. I reached up, closing a hand over one of her breasts, again feeling her erect nipple and beating heart. The different sensations of my tongue and my hand on flesh that had never been stimulated quickly sent this little girl--this almost woman, into a frantic orgasm. She beat her little fists against the bed, then grabbed my hair and pulled me harder against her. From deep within her, she shuddered--her first orgasm. I lay down next to her, my hand on her small stomach, which still shook with the final spasms of her orgasm. The pressure of my dick inside my jeans was almost excruciating. I unzipped and pulled them off. Another motion and my shirt was gone. We were naked, except for Roxanne's training bra, which I had designs for. Gently I kissed her. She had recovered from cumming and was eager to learn more. I pulled down her bra and two small tits poked out. Her little nipples peeked out, ready for my mouth. I complied with their unspoken request and (while I put on a lubricated condom) tongued her little buds until her hips started bucking again. Grabbing her training bra, I pulled her up into a kneeling position, hauling her on top of me as I lay on my back. She got the idea and straddled me, ready to insert my eight and a half inches. I knew she wanted to ram me in eagerly, but I was afraid of hurting her. Not only am I long, I'm extraordinarily thick--that shoe size myth was correct in my case, I was proud for a reason. I knew I could rip something in her. "Slowly," I cautioned. She understood. With one hand on her chest and the other holding my organ, I lined myself up. She slid over the tip of my penis with a gasp, forcing herself down as far as my hand, which I held around my dick to keep her from sliding all the way down it on her first thrust. "Hold it there," I said. She rested for a minute while I felt her relax a little. She was tight, a slippery silk vise. I could feel her hymen right inside her virgin cunt. Once she got used to being stretched like she was I could tell she started to enjoy herself. With little twists of her hips she ground her pubes against my thumb knuckle, which was right under her clit. The grinding increased and, just before she came again, I pulled my hand away, putting both hands on her shoulders. Her hymen kept me from fully entering her, so I pushed down on her shoulders. I felt the little bit of tissue give away as she impaled herself on me. Looking down, I saw the outline of the bulge of my monster cock push out against her flat little abdomen. The combination of pain and pleasure sent her over the brink again--this time it was pain, however. She slumped forward in a faint. I caught her and lowered her to my chest, damning myself for hurting her, but impatient to keep going. A few seconds later her eyes fluttered open. "Ow," she said. "We can stop," I said. With the tip of her tongue poking through her lips she shook her head. I slowly moved her the length of my dick. As I pulled out I could see some color come to her cheeks. I slowly entered again. The pain on her face was visible, but she was determined. I made it in all the way again, watching her bite her bottom lip to keep from shrieking. Once again I pulled slowly out. I grimaced at how tight she was. I would have come long before, but her little cunny was so snug it was painful. We kept this up for a little while until she seemed to relax a little. Her breath began to come in short little gasps and she started moving her tiny body up and along the huge hunk of meat inside her. I dug my fingers hard into her ass to help her move. I held myself back until I felt her start to tremble in her own orgasm before I shot my load. "Jesus," I said, after both our bodies stopped thrashing. Gently I pulled out and lowered her to the bed. I looked her over. She lay next to me, slick with sweat and naked except for the much-abused training bra. I unhooked that and looked at her. She may have been just a girl, but she had the curves of a willowy woman, just smaller. "How did that feel?" I asked her. She kissed me in answer. We cuddled for a little while. In time, I grew hard again. "What all do you want to do to Gary?" I asked. "I can teach you all sorts of stuff." "I want to do everything," she said. "What can we do next?" The sight of her, twin pigtails against the pillow, her cute round face and big eyes looking up at me, little nubs that were sensitive breasts growing erect in anticipation, were all I needed. I had a raging hard-on and wanted to put it in her again. "Roll over," I said. She did and I was gifted with the view of the roundest, sexiest ass I'd ever seen. I found some lubricant in my night table drawer and put a generous dollop on my finger. She shivered as I pushed my finger into her asshole. I put one finger in, then a second. "Ow," she said, into the pillow. I found her hand and put it between her legs. She got the idea and stroked, combining her pleasure and pain. I greased myself up and put the head of my cock against her anus. I knew I couldn't push myself all the way in. Just the head overstretching the her poor asshole's sphincter made her groan with pain. With gentle thrusts I was able to get the head of my dick and maybe another two inches inside her. She bit the pillow as she moaned and frigged herself to orgasm. Unable to restrain myself as her tiny ass shook with delight, I blew my wad up inside her behind. We decided she'd have to come back to learn more about lovemaking. I didn't charge her her lunch money, but I was flattered at the offer. After two weeks of training she was ready to seduce her sister's boyfriend. I had even given her suggestions on how to seduce Gary. I would miss the after-school sex, but, I rationalized, I was ahead of the game. I had two weeks of an experience many guys would give their life savings for. I was doing OK. Occasionally I saw Roxanne in the hallways of the building. Once she gave me a thumbs up, which I interpreted as success in stealing Gary away from Jodi. I smiled, jealous as hell. Then, one day at 2:45 in the afternoon, my doorbell rang. It was Jodi, the sexy, stacked, older sister. "Hi Mr. Abernathy," she said after I invited her in. "I have a business deal for you..." END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 70