Neighborhood Pervert--Bethany (Page 1)

by Leslie Schmidt

The idea was planted the summer I spent screwing that gawd-awful sexy little eleven year old Amy Winthrop. Actually, it started the evening after I’d come home to find her sunning herself on my patio, her sun dress opened all the way down, naked underneath, waiting for me. She’d gotten up and left the dress behind on the chair. I looked around, worried that a neighbor might see that I was taking a naked pre-teen into my house. Later, thinking about it, I realized that with some well placed plants and a trellis or two, I could make my backyard completely private. At least, someone would really have to try to see in.

I went out into the back yard and looked around. The sun had set but it was still twilight. Walking around the grass, checking the views of the house from various places around the fence, a design began to take form.

During the fall I put a frame over the patio, but no roof. I strung wires through the 2X6s for climbing vines, maybe wisteria or grapes. Then I went really off the end and bought a pre-fab screen room. I built a deck for it, to the right of the door when you went onto the patio, and had an electrician wire up lights for the whole thing.

It was in January, with the nights down into the mid twenties, that I decided to put a hot tub in the screen room. I figured that off-season they aught to be cheep. It didn’t seem that way at first but the sales people were very willing to bargain. I ended up with last year’s model for a quarter less than it had been in the spring and free installation.

It took it a day to warm up, then I spent a good bit of the evening sitting in the hot water, steam rising around me, watching Netflix on my laptop and thinking about how great it’d be to have a little one (3-13) with me.

It was the following Saturday that I brought Rosemarie, one of the assistants from Human Resources, home. She’s kind of chunky but you don’t really think about that when she’s giving you a blow job. Actually, I was turned off by her pussy, I really dislike ‘landing strips.’ If a girl’s going to shave her pussy, she should shave it completely. Otherwise, just keep the bush. All or nothing, woman or girl (wanna be).

Still, I think she was pleased with the evening. I’d sat her on the edge and wedged my head between her big soft thighs for a while, after some time soaking. She kicked the water as she came, splashing the screens, but then had to get back in—it was cold. The water did actually freeze on the screen after a while.

Then I fucked her from behind, with her sitting on my lap as I massaged her melons. Melons they are, huge with enormous areolas and marble sized nipples. As I filled her with cum, I couldn’t help but wonder how many other guys had marked their territory there too. Rumor had it, quite a few. Forty minutes and a couple of beers later it was my turn to freeze my ass off sitting on the edge as she slurped down another (smaller) load from my cock.

In early April I spent a small fortune at the local garden center and then four days of digging and planting. In a year, after the plants had taken root, I’d have a Garden Club contender.

Still, I had not had any luck finding any little fishes to swim with in the tub. According to Facebook, Amy was pretty involved with an eighth grader and any of the other little prospects on my street seemed pretty remote.

Then one day, in June, opportunity fell into my lap…so to speak.

It came in the form of a phone call from my cousin Josh. He and I’d been running mates through junior and senior high—more like brothers than cousins. After a while he got around to business. He’d been ‘restructured’ out of his job in Charleston four months earlier. More bills were due than the unemployment would pay and he’d just got a ‘pay up or move out’ notice from his landlord. He’d been able to lie enough for Bethany, his daughter, to finish the first grade. There just wasn’t any work in Charleston for him, he wanted to try his prospects somewhere else. Did I still have that free bedroom?

I had to ‘loan’ him $500 for the drive and, three days later a Toyota pick up with a single axel U-haul appeared in my driveway. The contents of the trailer took up a quarter of my garage and a quickly purchased roll-away would give Bethany a place to sleep in the extra bedroom, saving the double for Josh and moving out of the way during the day. I went to the grocery store and had to buy food for two and a half—Josh didn’t offer to help with the money. But, I decided any inconvenience was probably worth it while I sat on the toilet lid and talked to Bethany while she took a bath. Then she stayed naked after and, while Josh and I had beers in the tub (wearing swim suits) Bethany said she wanted to get in but didn’t know which case her bathing suit was in. I told her she didn’t need a bathing suit in the hot tub and she joined us.

She spent most of the time sitting on her father’s lap. I watched through the wavy water but never saw anything to make me think he didn’t keep his hands where they belonged (or he didn’t put them where the belonged—depending on your perspective).

Still, he did give me a knowing smile; he knew what I was thinking.

As I said, Josh and I go way back. Since the time we were playing Super Mario and Duck Hunt we’ve always had great times together. Growing up, he lived a couple of neighborhoods over. From the time we were eight of nine we could get together on our own—bicycles. In Junior High we used to ride to a local river and fish, in High School we hung out together. I was a grade ahead, so for a while I drove and he didn’t, double dates were common.

Of course, Josh knew all about my taste for younger girls. My step father and mother brought home my sister when I was ten. I remember that I was really curious to see what was under her diaper and Mom thought it was cute that I didn’t mind taking a bath with her. I was twelve then I discovered how much fun it was to rub my pecker on her slit and the first time I ever came (I mean really came—shooting sperm) I was thirteen and I was babysitting her while Mom went to the store. Pam was three then and kind of put out that I had ‘gone potty’ on her belly—I was totally astonished.

It wasn’t until we were 14 or 15 and Pam was five that I told Josh about what I was doing with my little sister. A couple of days later we talked her out of her clothes while we were all in his dad’s shed behind his house. Pam jerked Josh off, he was leaning back against the tool bench with his pants around his knees while she stood in front of him, and he sprayed all down her chest and stomach. I didn’t join in, I just watched.

Pam matter-of-factly wiped the sperm off herself with some paper towels, then asked if she could go back into the house to watch TV. She put her clothes back on and left.

Josh kidded me some about how I liked little girls—he was more into big tits and hips. A couple of times when we were in college (different states now) we got together and went out. He was good at pick-up conversations with girls but I wasn’t. One evening, as we walked between bars he said, “None of the girl’s young enough for you?”

I laughed. “Yeah, know of any Junior High dances we can go to?”

We both laughed but then he looked at me. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

I smiled, “Yeah, they don’t do dances in grade schools.” I left it up to him to decide whether I was kidding or not.

That night we did take two girls back to the apartment he shared with a few other guys. Eventually he and his new friend disappeared into his bedroom leaving me and my friend alone in the living room. I had one hand down her pants and another on her C cup when the lock on the door rattled. One of his roommates was coming back from the library and the mood was broken.

Josh and Bethany had been at my place for about three days when I decided that I’d better let Josh know were I was coming from. We were driving somewhere on Saturday, Bethany was in the back seat playing on her iPhone. We were just starting down the block and there were a couple of eight or ten year olds on the sidewalk. One was sadly obese (parents who let their kids get that way ought to be shot), but the other one was pretty cute in shorts, tank top, and flip flops. She was skinny with legs that had started to stretch out, short black hair.

“Damn,” I said, “there’s a sexy little one.”

Josh looked at the girls as we went by, then watched in the right mirror for a second—checking them out.

“You’re still into that, huh?” he asked.

“Can’t really get in to them at that age—it’d hurt them too much,” I said with a laugh.

He looked at me. “Seriously Mat, what’s the youngest girl you’ve ever fucked? I mean really fucked.”

“Nine,” I responded. “But I wasn’t the first one for her.”

He turned and glanced at his daughter, sitting behind me. “She wanted to?”

“Oh yeah…it was no big deal to her.”

Again he glanced at Bethany. “Isn’t that kind of sad?”

I looked at him, we had come to a stop light. “Is it any more sad if she’s nineteen? As long as you agree that ‘no’ means no, and ‘yes’ means maybe. Like any girl.”

The light changed and we drove on in silence. I figured that Josh would decide whether he wanted to tell me to keep my hands off…or find a different place to live.

At the store I paid special attention to Bethany, holding her hand and talking to her, I hugged her a couple of times, even kissed the top of her head—in front of Josh. I guess he made his decision because the three of us ended up in the hot tub that night.

After dinner Josh and I retired there with a six-pack to watch some NBA re-runs on the flat screen I’d installed across the room from the tub. We were both in gym shorts because we’d gone for a run together before dinner. A few minutes later, Bethany came out and asked if she could get a coke. Then she came back in.

“Daddy, can I get in with you?”

“Sure hon,” Josh said.

She turned and headed for the door.

“I said you could get in,” Josh said.

She turned. “I need my suit.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said, “just strip and hop in.”

She looked at her dad with surprise, then at me.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” I said as my heart sped up.

For a moment she looked unsure, then she crossed hands in front of her and pulled her tank top over her head. Then she pulled her shorts down but left on her panties. She threw the cloths on a chair and stepped toward us.

“You don’t need those,” I said.

Again she looked at her father in surprise.

“Its fine dear, we used to get naked in the hot tub at home,” he said.

She looked around, a bit uncomfortable, but then she hooked her thumbs in the waist band. Again she paused, but, after making a small shrug to herself, she pushed the panties down. As she did, she bent over, working them off her feet, then quickly threw them at the chair where her other clothes were and stepped quickly to the tub. She moved so rapidly that I just got a little glimpse of her slit before she was in the water.

It was getting late and I was making my last run to the fridge for a beer. Josh had followed a few seconds behind me, heading for the bathroom. I decided to scoop us all some bowls of ice cream and, as I worked at the incredibly hard stuff (just bought that evening) I looked out the window.

The kitchen window was only a couple of feet from the screen room—I’d left just enough room to get a lawn mower between the buildings. I looked into the screen room and had to stop. At first I couldn’t figure out what Bethany was doing, then my pulse started to race.

She was on her knees, facing the side of the tub, her arm out across the edge and she seemed to be rocking up and down in the water. Her torso was just a few inches from the side. Where she was, there was a nozzle right in front of her and I realized that she was rocking like that, directing the underwater stream of water and bubbles right against her snatch.

I’d heard of little girls lying in the bath tub, their legs up along the wall, directing the stream from the tap against their sex, it only made sense that a hot tub would provide the same opportunity for a little girl to pleasure herself in the same way.

At first she just raised and lowered herself, but then she also rocked her hips from side to side. She started to lean back more, arching her back to get her slit closer to the nozzle. She grasped the side of the tub and humped back and forth in the water. Puffs of bubbles came to the surface behind her as her position let some through but not others. She arched her back more and looked straight up. She froze for an instance, then rocked four or five times, then froze again, holding her position for a few seconds as she quivered.

Then, just as quickly, she sank down into the water, leaning back on her heels. She turned around and sat down on the bench, a calm expression on her face. She ducked down even more and opened her mouth, letting some of the water flow in then out, before she leaned back, sticking her legs out across the tub. She laid her head back against the side and took a deep breath, then closed her eyes.

“I think Allison taught her to do that,” Josh said from behind me.

I was startled, I didn’t realize he had come into the room. “You’ve got to admit, it’s sexy as hell,” I said.

“Sexy, yeah. But, I don’t see it the way you do.” He paused. “We’ve tried to raise Bethany so she wouldn’t have any hang-ups or anything. We’ve always been very open about sex.”

He went out and climbed back into the tub. They talked while I finished up the bowls of ice cream, then put two beers and a glass of apple juice on a tray that I’d made to float. I took the whole shebang out and we had desert.

At 9:30 I left then and went to bed. I didn’t sleep, however, until I’d wetted my sheets with the memory of the cute second grader pleasuring herself with the hot tub nozzle.

At the next morning ten o’clock the phone on my desk rang.

“IT support,” I answered.

“Hey Mat, its Josh.”

“What’s up?”

“I just got a sort of job…delivering for Pizza Hut. Not my line of work but I’ll be able to make the car payment and help with the groceries.”

“Cool,” I responded.

“Bring in a little money ‘til I find a real job. Problem is, it’s eves.”

“No problem—I won’t mind watching Bethany.”

There was silence on the line for a few moments. “Thanks…I think you two will have fun together.”

I smiled. “We’ll certainly have fun…what sort I’ll leave up to her.” Again there was a long silence.

“OK,” he said.

“When do you start?”

“Tonight, at four,” he answered.

“I’ll be home around two thirty,” I said.

We rang off…my blood pressure was already starting to rise, as was something else.

Josh left as soon as I arrived; he had to get there early to fill out paperwork.

“You and Mat have a good time,” he said to Bethany from the door.

She looked at her dad a little nervously. “OK Daddy.”

I was still in my work clothes, so I headed back to my room and changed into shorts and a tee. When I came back out, she was sitting on the couch watching TV.

“What ya want for dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Let’s go to the store and figure something out.”

We settled on chicken nuggets and fries that we baked in the oven.

Later, after we had eaten, I told Bethany that it was time for her to take a bath. My heart was beating faster when I watched her run off to the room she shared with her dad and, sure enough, a minute later she came out, naked, and went into the bathroom. After a couple of minutes I followed.

I haven’t really described Bethany, so I will, as I observed her, stretched out in the tub.

She is actually pretty average—she’ll probably never be walking down the runways in Milan, but no one will ever feel embarrassed to have her on their arm.

She’s almost nine now, but then she was seven. Just over four feet tall and maybe around 45 pounds. She has brown hair that gets sun-bleached streaks in the summer. It reaches the tips of her shoulder blades. It’s got just a little curl to it, so it makes corkscrews down the sides of her face and waves down her back.

Her face is pleasant, but I’m afraid she’s not going to stop traffic. Her brown eyes are just a bit too deeply set and her straight nose just a little too broad. Her mouth is also a bit wide. But these features serve to emphasize her cheeks, lovely rounded and with a cute spray of freckles. Her face is very expressive, her cheeks, mouth and eyes working together to make her light up when she laughs, and give warmth when she smiles.

And speaking of her smile, at that time just some of her adult teeth had come in, her front teeth seemed large, but that’s because they were still surrounded by some baby teeth, Actually, the unevenness was really cute—cute because she was (and is) a kid.

She is nicely proportioned—not straight or skinny, she has what will become a lovely set of hips, sturdy shoulders and straight legs. You cannot see her ribs, just the faint shadow of waves down her sides. Her navel is rather small but well shaped and her areolas the size somewhere between pennies and nickels.

As for the real interesting parts, her vulva just barely rises above the plain of her belly and her soft, rounded lips close over the charms within if she’s standing. But, if she spreads her legs some, then the line of her clit, ending in a rounded point, works its way out.

When Bethany started washing her hair, I lost sight of her among the suds. “I’m going to grab a beer and get in the hot tub,” I said as I stood up, making no attempt to cover the lump in the front of the gym shorts I’d put on when I got home. “Once you’re washed up, why don’t you come out and join me?”

“OK,” she said as she washed her arm with the soap.

Ten minutes later, she came out on to the patio wrapped in a towel and carrying a hair brush, then into the screen room.

“Mat, would you brush my hair?” she asked.

Before, I had watched as Josh brushed her hair out while she sat on the edge of the tub. So I knelt in the tub, the water just up to my stomach, while Bethany sat on the edge, facing out, and I worked the tangles out of her locks. When I was done she pulled the towel free from around her chest, then allowed it to slip down. She threw it across to a chair, then she twisted around on her behind, her legs spread, and gave me an awesome view of her pussy before she slipped into the water.

I moved back and sat across the tub from her, trying to make out what I could through the waves.

“Can you turn on the bubbles?” she asked.

“Sure but, you’re closer to the controls. Reach over the edge and turn the top knob.”

Of course, this caused her to have to climb half way out, bending over the edge, to reach and that gave me a great look at her clam as it peeked out below her ass. She had to work at twisting the switch, making her butt wiggle back and forth.

“Mat, I can’t get it, it won’t turn,” she said with some strain in her voice.

I moved across the tub, admiring her shiny wet ass up out of the water. I put my left knee between her legs and leaned over her, my left thigh pressing against the back of her right and my hip pressing into her right butt cheek. I reached around her so my chest pressed down gently on her back (I had to lift up some on my feet to do this) and my half hard cock pushed against the side of the tub.

“Here honey,” I said next to her ear, “it can be hard with wet hands.”

I gave the knob a twist and the hum of the pump was soon followed by the whoosh of water from the jets and the hiss of the bubbles popping on the surface. As I lifted up off of her I slid sideways so my cock brushed across the back of her thigh and then got stuck between. I had to stop for a moment and savor the feeling of my dick between her seven year old thighs and, not knowing, she pushed back to get down into the water and my cock slid up, then out the front.

If it hadn’t happened so fast I’d of spluged right there—with my dick against her slit from back to front.

We both froze, me savoring the feeling of my cock pressed between her pussy and the side of the tub and Bethany wondering what it was that was blocking her from slipping back down into the water.

I pressed a little harder against her ass as we both straightened up. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her against my chest.

She was still frozen but she was beginning to understand what was happened. She leaned back against me, then looked up at me.

“Daddy said you want to have sex with me,” she said.

“I think you’re an awesome sexy girl,” I said.

“Daddy said you like girls like most men like grown-up women. That you have sex with girls.”

“We won’t do anything you don’t like,” I whispered in her ear.

“Mommy and Daddy had me watch them sometimes. They used to do it in the living room when we were watching TV.”

“Really?” I said, my dick getting even harder.

“I though it was funny when Mommy would get all ‘Oh, oh, oh.’ Then Daddy start to look like he was mad…but he wasn’t mad…and he’d push really hard and go ‘Uh, uh, uh up inside her.”

She rocked back and forth some on my cock. “But Mommy said I’m too small for someone to put it in me, I have to get bigger.”

I rocked my hips some, pressing along her slit. “I know,” I said, “I won’t try that.”

“Mommy used to suck on daddy in the car too…that was kind of scary because he didn’t drive good when she did that. She’d always show me his white stuff in her mouth afterwards.”

I moved one of my hands down her belly between my cock and her smooth, hairless skin.

“Still, can I rub against you? Mommy called it ‘frontage’ and told me that it was even better than rubbing myself,” she continued.

I felt dizzy…

Still holding her, I backed across the tub and sat down on the opposite side. I had to move to the side because I landed with a jet right in the middle of my back. Once I was settled with her on my lap, facing out with my dick up between her legs, I took her hands and put them on my cock.

She looked up at me over her shoulder. “I’ve never touched one before,” she giggled.

“Hold it and rub yourself against it,” I said, my voice harsh.

I felt her hands wrap around my cock-head and she scooted down some, straightening her legs and working my shaft into her crack. Then she started rocking her hips.

She wasn’t rubbing my cock with her hands, in fact she was pulling on it, sometimes painfully, as she pushed her hips forward and ground her pussy against it. Of course, I was turned on, in a little pain, and afraid I’d end up in a lot of pain as she started rocking harder and harder against me. It was also getting pretty hot in the water.

Half because it felt so good, and half in self-defense, I was pushing up against her. I moved my hands down onto her thighs, holding her down, pressing her against me as I tried to hump to meet her own rocking. Then she moved one of her hands down my shaft and pressed it harder against her.

Soon, she started to move faster and her breath began to come in pants. Holding me the way she was, she was no longer pulling my cock, instead she had her hand cupped over my dickhead as it moved up and down her belly and in her hand.

With the other hand she was pressing harder on the bottom of my shaft, pressing it against her snatch, and the pressure from her fingers, just above the base of my cock, was squeezing me so I couldn’t come easily. The pressure built and my prostate started to spasm but my cum couldn’t get through.

When a small whimper escaped her mouth and she eased up with the pressure. Cum exploded down my dick. I started erupting sperm into her hand, grunting and humping as I came. I felt Bethany shiver and she froze for a second, only the start again for a few more, then freeze again. This happened four of five times before she relaxed, panting, and lifted her hands out of the water.

“Did you shoot?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” I panted.

“I guess the water washed it all away,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I said, then reached for my beer.

“Mommy was right, that was good,” she said as she slid off my lap and across the pool. She sat facing me.

“Did your daddy ever lick your mommy between her legs?” I asked.

“Yeah, Mommy said that was the best.”

“If you’ll sit on the edge of the tub, I’ll lick you,” I said.

With a saucy smile she stood up, then lifted her ass onto the side of the tub. She spread her legs, opening her pussy, and put her feet on the edge of the tub. Her legs were spread incredibly as she leaned back on her hands, balancing her ass on the edge. Her seven-year-old pussy was wide open, the outer lips pulled tight and the inner lips an open slash, lined with dark red, moist flesh, the bottom third covered by the whitish-pink crescent of her hymen.. I moved across the tub on my knees and, without any preliminaries I started licking her sex. After the first pass of my tongue from the chin rest to the dimple, I pressed my face into her.

I moved her clit from side to side with my tongue, then put my mouth completely over her vulva and, while gently sucking, pushed my tongue into her vagina.

“Oh!” Bethany gasped when she felt my tongue slip up her cunt. She immediately started to make small unconscious thrusts with her hips and lifted her ass slightly with her arms behind her.

I dug into her sex with my tongue, twisting my face from side to side as I pushed my tongue, hard in her preteen puss. I ran my hands under her ass and lifted her some. One of her feet slipped into the water and I had to hold her to keep her from falling off into the water. She put her legs over my shoulders and after a minute more, she had her ankles locked behind me and was pressing my head into her crotch.

I rocked back onto my heels, pull her into the water and, still holding her ass up, she slid down onto the surface until her head was on the side, her arms spread along the edge while the rest of her floated on the surface.

She was now moaning loudly, rocking her hips up and down against my face. She looked down at me, across her stomach and flat chest. Our eyes met, then she threw her head back and went stiff, digging her heels into my back and grunting as she came.

Her rocking made waves splash over the sides of the tub and for a moment I worried that a neighbor might hear her as she came but, after half an minute she relaxed—even though I kept up my tongue action.

She moved her legs against me, pushing me away and pulled herself away. I slid back, now her knees were hooked over my shoulders.

“Had enough?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she panted.

I lifted her legs off me and swung her left knee over my head. She sank into the hot tub, eyes closed.

“Was that as good as your mommy said it was?” I asked.

“Mm-mm,” she said, nodding her head slightly with her eyes still closed.

“See,” I said, “I like little girls, but they like me too.”

“I’m sleepy,” she said.

“Well,” I said, looking around, “it’s about my bed time. I have to get up early.”

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Of course,” I said.