Neighborhood Pervert--Amy (Page 5)

by Leslie Schmidt

I had some difficulty concentrating on my driving, and keeping my speed down, on the way. Amy sat silently and looked out the window. When I parked in the driveway she got out and walked ahead of me to the door. My cock was definitely pushing against my shorts.

In the living room she simply sat down on the sofa and looked up at me, smiling. I stood over her and pulled the front of my shorts down, releasing my dick.

Amy looked at my package with a small smile. In anticipation I had trimmed and shaved some-make things look a little less threatening. She leaned forward and with a smile that was asking permission reached out and ran her finger down the side.

"Go on," I said and I took her hands and led them. She wrapped one hand around my inflated but not quite hard dick and lifted it. I put her other hand under my balls. She started gently stroking it, pulling and sliding her hand along the shaft while she cupped my nuts.

Again she looked up at me with a wondering smile. I put my hand on her head and pulled her toward me. She looked at my cock, then leaned forward and kissed the tip. When she pulled back slightly I held her head. Again she looked, then she leaned forward and rubbed it along her soft cheek-but she certainly knew what I wanted. Another look and then she took it in her mouth, sucking gently as she pulled in half of me.

I was really surprised at how willingly she took to sucking my dick. Little girls- three, four, five year olds-they don't think twice about it. Sucking a dick is just more of the game you're playing-sucking and licking. Older than about five, then they begin to think it's gross-that's where you go potty. (It never occurs to them that you've licked them where they go potty.) Then again, girls usually don't get into cock sucking again till they're way into their teens. Now it's again part of what you're doing-having sex. Sometimes they want to make you happy. More often a 17 year old knows that you might be more willing to buy them something, or stay with them. They do it because they're getting something in return. Quid pro quo.

So, why was Amy sucking my dick? It's because she was curious, she was bored. It was why she was here. I'd told her all along, the reason to be around was to have sex. It was assumed. She was sucking my dick because she'd agreed to do it weeks before when I told her that, if she hung out with me, we'd be having sex.

She bobbed on my meat for a couple of minutes. She never deep throated me, but she did take me to the back of her throat, getting at least six inches inside her lips. Things were beginning to build, so I backed off. She looked up at me and smiled, there was some spit running down her chin. She rubbed it with the back of her hand and I leaned down at kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth.

Amy reached up and put her arms around my neck as our tongues danced. I put my hands on her shoulders, then ran them own her back and grasped the string of her bikini. I pulled up on it and, as the top came up, she broke our kiss and straightened her arms. I straightened up as I pulled her top over her head and then up her arms and off. I saw her look at my cock, now staring her in the face. When I leaned back down and renewed our kiss she reached out and took my dick in both her hands, stroking it gently.

I reached back down, this time down her front and rubbed her titties with my fingertips. She took a deep breath around our tongues, then blew out through her nose. I felt her nipples getting tighter under my fingers.

I knelt down onto my knees and, as I did, shifted my hands around so I was now massaging her nipples with my thumbs while my fingers were on her ribs, under her arms. She couldn't hold my cock with both hands anymore, but she kept using her right hand to stroke my penis while she put her left around my neck. Again she took a deep breath, I felt her chest expand with air. She pulled away and with her eyes closed blew out through pursed lips. Then she sat there, eyes closed, rocking and breathing as I stroked her nipples.

I leaned down and licked her left nipple.

She jumped, not expecting it.

I ran the tip of my tongue around the soft orb and she giggled but, at the same time, she wrapped her arms around my head.

I kept licking her left while I massaged her right. I leaned forward, pushing her against the back of the couch while she began to breathe even deeper. I moved my free hand down and pressed it into her crotch, rubbing her slit through the single layer of thin fabric. Then I pulled the crotch to the side and, while I kept up my licking and sucking of her nipples, I ran my fingertip along her slit. I moved it up and down only three or four times before I pushed at her vagina.

"Oh!" she caught her breath as my finger slipped inside her. She wasn't very wet, I was afraid I had caught at her and hurt her, but when I let her nipple go and looked at her, her expression was not one of pain, and neither was the rocking of her hips as she humped against my hand.

I leaned back down and sucked on her right nipple this time while I gently finger fucked her with my index finger and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

After maybe half a minute of this, I lifted up and kissed her again. She had long since let go of my dick, but I was gently stroking myself.

Then, after pulling away, I looked down at her. I pulled my finger out of her and then grasped her bikini bottoms.

Amy lifted her hips as I pulled them down, then over her knees, then worked them off her feet.

As soon as they were off I leaned down and, with no preliminaries, dove into her hairless puss.

"Oh God..." she said in a gravelly voice when I closed my mouth around her monz. She immediately started to hump up against me while I lashed her slit with my tongue. I put my hands on her thighs and lifted and pushed her legs apart. Her humping seemed to be automatic, her hips shivered and her breathing was rough while I licked and sucked her with complete abandon.

She began to shiver and thrash around like she did when she masturbated. Looking up I could see her chest and neck blushing pink. She was waving her legs in the air above me, as she humped into my face. She grunted and grabbed my head, holding me as she shoved her crotch into my face. I kept licking as she came, pushing her clit back and forth with my tongue as her orgasm rolled over her.

She took a deep breath, rocking and swaying her legs, then moaned again and pushed me away.

"Oh God, enough...it's too much, I can't keep cumming like that," she said in a high voice.

I straightened up, my cock was rock hard sticking out at her pussy. She put her feet on the floor next to my knees.

"We aren't stopping now," I said, looking at her squarely.

She seemed to lean back and relax. I twisted around and picked up my shorts I had worked off my legs while I was going down on her. I keep a 1cc foil pouch of 'medical lubricant' (KY) in my wallet-just for little girls who don't seem to get wet, just sticky.

"What's that?" she asked. "Is it a condom?"

"No, it'll just make things slide a bit more easily."

As Amy watched, I tore the foil, then squeezed the jell out on my cock head and spread it around with my finger. Then I pulled on her thighs, sliding her down so her ass was on the edge of the couch.

Her eyes were big as I positioned my cock at the opening. I leaned forward, one hand around my rod, the other arm around her shoulders, and pressed.

Her vagina opened for my dick head. Amy closed her eyes, then opened them and smiled. At that moment I pushed and my cock sank into her.

She lifted her head, eyes closed and bit her lower lip, hissing with the sharp pain of her hymen tearing. I held still, my cock as deep inside her as it would go.

She laughed under her breath. "I guess I'm not a virgin anymore," she said.

"No," I responded quietly.

I lifted up and looked down at my cock-half buried in her pre-teen sex. I pulled back some and could not see any blood. When I reached down and ran my finger along the bottom of my dick there was only a small smear of blood. I wiped it on my thigh, then reached up and took her hands.

I held Amy's hands over her head, on the back of the sofa, as I started to fuck her. As I pulled back and forth, she began to build again. First her breathing was in time with my thrusts. Then she lifted her feet off the floor, pulling her legs up around my hips and into the air. She began to hump to meet me, then small vocalization started escaping with each thrust.

I was building fast, fucking this eleven year old in earnest, as she grunted or moaned with each push. I looked down at my cock as it slid in and out of her smooth slit and I just couldn't hold it much longer. It was four of five more pushes and I went over the top. I shivered, then shoved, and started pumping my sperm into her preteen womb. As I was just empting my last dribbles of semen inside her, Amy rocked her hips and groaned. I kept fucking her. My cum and the KY made things really slippery as I pushed and pulled and watched her cum for the third time.

As she started to settle down, so did I. I stopped pushing as fast and hard, letting us both calm down into a wonderful afterglow. I kept my cock inside her and held her shoulders.

"How was that?" she asked.

"Incredible," I responded, "truly awesome." My dick was getting soft now. I pulled away and leaned back on my heels. There was just a little red stain in my cock and the same was true for Amy's pussy.

I stood up, then bent down and kissed her. "I told you this would happen," I said.

"I know."

She got up and put her hand between her legs, coming up with her fingers smeared with KY, sperm, and a little blood. She held her hand out in front of her, then stepped around me. As she headed down the hall I saw her wipe her face.

She stayed in the bathroom for quite a while, maybe ten minutes, and by the time she came out I had put my shorts on and turned on the tube. There was some baseball game on ESPN. She came over and sat down next to me, cuddling against me and putting her feet up on the coffee table with mine.

"I've stopped bleeding now," she said.

I looked down at her, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. I picked up the remote and muted the sound.

"You're a sweetheart...a sexy sweetheart," I said.

We were silent for a few minutes, watching the silent game. I again leaned down and kissed her, but this time I pulled her over on top of me, so she was facing me with her back arched sharply and our chests pressed together. We kissed again, deep tongue action, but it was uncomfortable for her. After a minute or so she pulled herself up and I guided her so she was sitting across my lap, her feet down the couch. We kissed more, this time I stroked her nipples and she giggled, pushing my hand away.

"We can't do that again, I'm sore."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," she said.

"I'm hungry...let's go find some lunch. How 'bout a movie?"

We had lunch at McDonald's and then went to "How to Train Your Dragon." I had to work hard not to molest Amy in the movie-we were almost alone-but it wouldn't have been right. We did kiss a couple of times, but even that probably looked kind of weird to the other movie-goers.

This time I dropped her off at home, around 3, then spent the evening trolling the bars downtown and slept in on Sunday morning.