Neighborhood Pervert--Bethany (Page 2)

by Leslie Schmidt

We stayed naked while we cleaned up the kitchen and brushed our teeth. Bethany was already in bed just falling asleep when I came out of the shower (I shower at night because I have to get up so early).

I climbed in and wrapped around her tiny frame, my cock in the crack of her ass. Of course, I was hard and I couldn’t help but hump some against her as I ran my hands over her chest. My face was in her hair, it was still damp and had made the pillow case wet, it smelled of the bromine tablets I put in the hot tub.

I had left a light on in the foyer and the hall for Josh, the indirect light cast diffuse shafts and shadows in the room. Bethany turned her head and looked at me, I could see her eyes reflecting the dim light.

“You want sex again,” she said.

I didn’t say anything, I just kissed her forehead.

“Mommy said men want sex all the time. She said it was a woman’s burden.”

I had to laugh to hear a second grader saying something like that.

“OK,” she said, rolling toward me and pushing on my shoulder. As I rolled onto my back, she lifted up onto her elbow, and then onto her knees. She pulled the sheet and light summer blanket off me, then reached out and took my hard-on in one hand. She ran her hand up and down the shaft.

“Daddy said you’d like this.” She climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs, then scooted up until her pussy was against the base of my dick. Then she pulled it up against her belly and, holding it between her hands and the soft skin of her stomach, she started raising and lowering herself.

“Have you done this with your daddy?” I asked.

“No, daddy says fathers and daughters shouldn’t have sex. But he said you’d really like this.”

Damn but he was right! The light was behind her, so she was mostly in shadows. Still, I could see one of her thighs, and the light lit a thin halo of hair around her head. We were silent as I built. She wasn’t rubbing against her pussy, I could only imagine her watching my face in the light from the hall with interest as she rubbed me against her.

It was so sexy, looking at her in the dark as she got me off. I lay back and let go, not trying at all to slow myself down. I started humping up against her as I built. I allowed the second grader to take over and just humped up to meet her as she rocked. It was just too much, having this child just rock to bring me off that it only took three of four minutes before I grunted and blew goo into her hands.

She kept rocking as I came and, only when I settled down, did she stop.

“Are you done?” she asked.

“Ahhh…yeah…” I croaked.

She lifted her hands into the light, looking at them, making a fist, then opening her fingers to see the strings between her fingers.

I grabbed the corner of the blanket. “Here, wipe yourself.”

First she wiped my cum off her belly, then her hands. Then she lay down on top of me and kissed me. “Was that good?”

“Great.”

She rolled off me to the side. “I want to go to sleep now,” she said.

At two thirty I heard a key in the lock and the front door open. A minute later Josh stood in the doorway and looked at us. I pulled my hand out from under the covers where it had been on Bethany’s bare hip and waved.

A few minutes later the lights went off. It seemed I had just gotten back to sleep when my alarm went off at 4 AM. At 4:30 I looked over Bethany as she snored gently, then tucked the covers around her neck and went to work.

“You don’t waste time,” Josh said as I walked through the door that afternoon.

“She’s awesome,” I responded with a smile.

“I have an interview in St. Louis on Monday morning,” he said.

“Long drive,” I answered. “You’ll have to leave Sunday.”

I went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge for a coke. I could hear the TV in the spare bedroom, so I assumed Bethany was in there. Josh followed me in.

“Want one,” I held up a can.

“Thanks.”

There was mail on the table, so I sorted through it as Josh stood there, looking uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you out. Just don’t expect Marriot, mine’s more a Motel 6 budget.”

“I’ll pay you back, Mat.”

I looked at him. “Don’t be in too much of a hurry.”

“Also,” I continued, “one of the guys at work, his wife does daycare. She’ll watch Bethany.”

“Wow Mat, thank you! I hadn’t even thought of that yet.”

“It’ll give Bethany some time with other kids—I was thinking of suggesting it anyway. She told me you left her alone a couple of times when you were out searching. I know she’s OK but seven’s still a bit young to be alone too much.”

He smiled. “Too young to stay home alone but not to be alone with you.”

“Children always like to play grown-up games,” I smiled back.

Bethany appeared at the door, then ran across the kitchen and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me and putting her face against my stomach. Then she looked up at me with a serine smile.

“How was work?” she asked.

“OK. Just helping people with their computers.”

“I got to eat something before I go,” Josh said. “Otherwise I’ll eat pizza all night.”

“How bout if I make us dinner, Bethany can have a snack later if she gets hungry before bedtime.”

Again Josh looked at me with a smile. “I’ll bet,” he said.

Josh left around 3:30, running out the door because dinner had made him a little late. Bethany and I put up the dishes.

“I need to go shopping,” I said. “You won’t mind a trip to the mall?”

We ended up spending about three hours out, first at the mall and at a home center, then we stopped at a park so Bethany could run off some steam. And run she did, spending thirty minutes climbing over a large ‘Play Place’ that the city had built. It looked like a wooden castle, with spires, catwalks, towers and bridges. There were also various swings and monkey bars in places inside it, as well as ropes and nets and all sorts of things to entertain kids. I watched her, as well as many other little ones.

It’s unfortunate that little girls don’t wear skirts when they’re just out playing any more. Used to be that a girl would forget and hang upside down and have her dress fall up—but—no more. I remember when I was seven or eight, I was over at a friends house. He had a swing-slide set in his back yard, as well as a tree with a fort up in it that had a rope ladder to climb up.

His little sister, she must have been three or four, followed us out, we left our mothers talking in the kitchen. The little girl, I remember she had curly blonde hair, had for some reason forgotten her panties. We got quite a kick watching her climb the ladder to the slide and into the tree fort.

Sadly, her mother noticed when she was hanging upside down on the rope ladder and called her in. She reappeared a few minutes later, now wearing panties.

When we got back in the car, Bethany said she was hungry so we stopped at a McDonald’s on the way home. This one had a play place too, so she was climbing again.

She was filthy before, now she was truly disgusting with black on her knees and hands, smudges on her face, sweaty hair, a skinned elbow and what must have been ketchup from some other kid’s lunch smeared down her stocking and shoe. I was a little fearful for the upholstery in the car.

“As soon as you get home, you get straight in the bathtub, young lady,” I said as we pulled out.

I followed her through the door and down the hall to the bathroom. My cock swelled some as she slipped out of her shoes, then pulled off her socks. Next the tank top she was wearing came off, then she pushed her shorts and panties down as one.

“Oh!” she said. “I need to go potty.”

Just as I turned on the tap I heard her pissing in the toilet. I turned and watched. From where I was, if I leaned just a bit forward, I could see the little stream shooting down from between her pussy lips. It shrank to a dribble, then there were a couple of small squirts. I turned away as she pulled off some toilet paper and wiped.

She put her hand on my shoulder as she stepped over the edge into the tub, then she settled into the water. I stood up, looking down at her and admiring her form. She threw her head back and wetted her hair, then rolled over onto her stomach and slid forward, reaching up and grabbing the shampoo bottle on the edge. Then she rolled again onto her back and pushed herself up sitting. She opened the bottle and squeezed some shampoo into her hand.

“I can wash myself, Mat,” she said as she spread the green into her hair. “I want some privacy.”

I sort of chuckled to myself. “OK, honey,” I said. “I’m going to go see what’s on the tube.”

I was beside myself with horniness as I sat there, trying to find something to take my mind off the naked seven year old down the hall. After what seemed like an age I heard the water start to drain, then the door opened, then I heard some movement in the spare bedroom. Only half a minute later she came out, wrapped in a towel, carrying a Barbie doll.

“Can Barbie get in the hot tub with me?” she asked, holding up the doll.

“Sure,” I said.

“I want to play with Barbie in the hot tub for a little while,” she said.

I guessed that she was asking me not to run and jump in right away, so (considering her request for privacy earlier), I waited until the end of the “Ice Road Truckers” re-run I was watching before I grabbed a beer and went onto the patio.

When I got into the screen room, Bethany was playing like Barbie was swimming laps back and forth across the tub. The bubbles were going, so I wasn’t able to see anything else.

“OK if I get in?” I asked as I pulled my shirt off over my head.

“OK,” she said, looking up at me. Then she looked down at the doll. “It’s OK if he swims with us, isn’t it?”

I climbed over the side and stepped past Bethany, making sure my swollen member went close by her before I sank down in the water.

Barbie did another two laps before I said, “Hey, why is Barbie dressed when we’re naked?”

Bethany stopped, looking at me. Then she looked at Barbie, then said, “Mr. Mat wants everyone in the hot tub to be naked.”

“But he’ll see my big boobies,” Bethany answered herself in a high voice.

“But if you’re going to swim, you have to be naked.”

“OK.”

Bethany put the doll on the side of the tub, then pulled the blue plaid jumper she was wearing off her shoulders, then stripped it down and off her feet. Then she held the doll up to me.

“Do you see Barbie’s boobies?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “But they’re kind of big for me.”

She turned the doll and looked at it. “You don’t like big boobies?”

“No,” I said, “I like small boobies—best is none at all, like you.”

“Mommy has big boobies. Sometimes Daddy sucks on them.”

“I’ll bet she really likes that,” I said.

She got a bit of a confused expression on her face. “Is he drinking her milk, like a baby?”

I chuckled. “No,” I said, “women only have milk for babies. If I suck your boobies, you won’t make any milk.

She giggled and dropped down into the water, covering her chest. “I don’t have boobies,” she said.

“Yes you do,” I said. “They’re just small.” I reached out and lifted her some, lifting her nipples out from under the surface.

She got up onto her knees, then looked down at her chest, moving her shoulders back and forth. Then she stuck her chest out at me.

“Suck on my boobies!” she demanded.

I leaned forward and put my lips on her right nipple, like a kiss, and sucked gently. Bethany giggled and pushed me away but I just switched to the other one—this time I used the tip of my tongue to caress it. Again she giggled but, this time, I felt her arms around the back of my head.

I was surprised to feel a hard nub, about the size of a bebe, with my tongue. I reached out, under the water and put my hand on the inside of her thigh as she hugged me to her chest. I ran my hand up and pressed it against her soft skin of her pussy, then ran the edge of my finger back and forth along her slit.

When I switched to her other nipple she pushed me away, giggling. “That tickles!” she said. Then, when she saw my expression, she stopped. A serious look came over her face.

“Will you lick me again?”

Without saying a word, I pushed her back against the side of the tub. Under water I wrapped my hands around the back of her thighs and lifted, bringing her pussy to the surface while she put her head against the edge of the tub and, like before, held on to the sides with her arms outstretched. I worked her legs over my shoulders. I looked directly at her as I lowered my mouth onto her sex.

This time I licked and sucked her preteen pussy until she had cum at least three times. I dug my tongue deep inside her, even licked at her bung hole a couple of times. Once, when I pushed my finger into her vagina while licking her clit, I caused a pinch of pain and I had to make sure I didn’t get too excited.

Her rocking of her hips on the water made it slosh over the sides several times, and I was quite sure that my discarded cloths were getting soaked. Again, she pushed me away when she had had enough. She sat in the water, panting, with her eyes barely open.

This time I stood up. My cock was fully hard and I was right in front of her. I backed up to the side, then sat down.

“Bethany,” I said, my voice was a bit rough, “I want you to suck on me now.”

She looked at me, then sat up, looking at my dick. She rose up onto her knees.

“Like Mommy used to do to Daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to shoot your stuff in my mouth?”

“Just like your parents,” I replied.

She walked across the tub on her knees, then took my dick in her hand and looked up.

“Mommy says it’s all slimy and doesn’t taste very good.”

I didn’t say anything, I just gently pushed her head down.

First she just kissed the tip, then she licked me some—she was obviously a little reluctant.

“Go on honey,” I said, holding the back of her head, “suck it dear.”

Again she looked up at me, then she opened her mouth and sort of fitted it in, taking the head.

I moved forward so my ass was on the edge of the tub and, by moving pushed deeper into her mouth. She shuffled back, keeping my dick in her face. I put my hands on top of her head and directed her as I humped my cock in and out, relishing the warm moistness of her mouth and the slight scratching of her teeth along my shaft.

A couple of times I pushed too hard into the back of her throat and she coughed some, gagging a little. But I eased off then, figuring there’d be plenty of time for me to teach her to deep-throat.

I was able to let her go as she learned the rhythm and how to hold my cock—to move me in and out without hurting herself.

After four of five minutes she could see that I was beginning to get close, I know she could feel me shivering and becoming more tense as the pressure built. A couple of times she pulled back some but I held her as I humped into her. She looked up at me, then just straight forward, accepting the inevitable.

“Oh god honey,” I whispered as my humps went into automatic. “It’s about to…”

Bethany closed her eyes tightly and sucked harder as I shivered, then pushed into the back of her throat. My cum just started flowing into her mouth. She froze and scrunched up her face, eyes clenched shut, as I blew into her. I felt her swallow a couple of times but still a bit of white goo appeared at the corner of her mouth as I shoved my last two or three times into her, then let go of her head, leaning back.

She pulled away, still with her eyes closed and her lips pursed. She shook her head slightly, her face screwed up in a look of dislike, then she swallowed hard. She opened her eyes and sank down into the hot tub, opening her mouth and taking some of the water in. She looked at me with an accusatory expression as she rinsed her mouth out with the water. Some streamers of white floated away from her.

“That stuffs awful,” she said with a disgusted look on her face.

I slid down into the water, facing her. “That was soooo good,” I said.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. “Awesome blow job,” I said.

She pushed away, then giggled. “Mommy said that’s how you get a man to buy you diamonds.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “That’ll get you diamonds.”

She turned away, then went and retrieved Barbie from the side. She turned around and stared putting the doll in the water up to her neck, then lifting her out. She did this several times.

“Woo,..woo,..woo..” she said as she did it. Then she stopped and looked at me. “How bout a new Barbie?” she asked.