Neighborhood Pervert--Bethany (Page 3)

by Leslie Schmidt

A little while later we climbed out of the tub. She sat on the counter in the bathroom while I brushed her hair, then used a blow dryer. It was Friday night, so I didn’t need to get to bed early, but still my schedule made me sleepy by nine—blow jobs from seven year olds in the hot tub not withstanding. We got into bed together after I’d locked the doors and turned off most of the lights.

“I suppose you want to do it again,” she said, looking at me in the dark.

We were laying on our sides, facing each other. Her face was lit by the hallway light and I could see her eyes were sparkling and she was smiling.

“You said guys always want sex,” I replied.

“Don’t make me suck you again, I didn’t like that.”

“No,” I said. “What I want to do right now is kiss you.

“OK.” She puckered up her lips and closed her eyes.

I leaned forward and kissed her, a sweet little girl kiss, but then I brushed her lips with my tongue. Then I ran my hand up her back to her head, moving my fingers into her hair, and pushed my tongue more at her lips.

Bethany’s eyes flared open when she felt me but when our tongues met she instinctively knew what to do.

I’ve noticed this over the years. French kissing seems to be completely natural. It seems that a girl, regardless of her age, two months the twenty years, knows how to french. A baby will suck on your tongue like it was a nipple, and play their own tongue against it. My guess is that French kissing is a normal development from nursing—a totally natural human response to prolonged stimulation of the lips.

We wrapped up together and my cock was hard against her thigh. I put my hand down on her ass and pressed her against me—our sizes were just right that my dick head was against her slit. I started to hump gently against her and was ready to just hold her there, pushing like that, until I blew in her crotch like that.

We were like that for a minute or two but then Bethany lifted her leg over my hip and my cock slipped between, sliding up between her ass cheeks and pushing at her anus. Without stopping, she pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Then she lifted up and worked around so she was holding my cock against her belly again—just like she had done the night before.

“Do you want to do this again?” she asked as she lifted up, then sank down.

“That would be wonderful dear,” I said.

We went like that for a couple of minutes but I was slow to build.

“Hey honey,” I said, holding her sides and stopping her. “Turn around.”

“What?” she asked.

“Turn around and face the other way, like the first time we were in the hot tub.”

I could see the smile on her face as she crawled around. She jabbed her knee hard into my stomach once and brushed my nose with her toes, then settled down astride my hips and pulled my hard on against her belly. She scooted forward some, trying to get my shaft along her slit, but the angles were wrong until I pulled her back and she lay down on me.

Now we were both on our backs, my cock was sticking up from between her legs and she was holding it with both hands against her slit, rocking her hips.

“Do you like that?” I said quietly into her ear.

She turned her head and looked back at me. “Yeah.” Her voice was a little breathless.

The air conditioner had cycled on and the cool air flowing over us felt nice. It was absolutely incredible to be able to run my hands up and down her body, from her thighs to her face, while she jerked us both off, holding my cock against her slit. I ran my hand down under her hands and my dick, feeling her smooth hairless pussy. I started to rub her clit as she rubbed my shaft.

“Put one hand around the head,” I said. I directed one of her hands to be wrapped around my cockhead while she continued to stroke my shaft with the other. Meanwhile, I had crooked my finger and was pushing it into her vagina. While she had been just kind of sticky and first, now she was getting moist enough that my finger went inside her to the second knuckle while I continued to rub her clit. I was also running my other hand up and down her, first caressing her thigh, then up to her chest where her nipples had hardened into small nubs. She was so wonderfully light on me.

Bethany was getting really turned on by this too and her breath was coming in pants and she was beginning to make small squeaking and grunting noises as I was reaching the top. Then she shook and moaned, pulling hard on my dick as I came also.

I felt something warm plop on my arm, near my shoulder, then more wads of cum splashed onto Bethany’s chest and stomach. Even before I had finished cumming she started giggling.

I lay, wasted, trying to catch my breath.

“Are you done now?” she laughed.

“Ahh,…yeah,” I groaned. “Are you?”

She sat up, now her weight was a bit uncomfortable on my stomach, but she rolled to the side off me, then, on her knees, she turned toward the light and looked down at herself. I sat up and looked too.

I had busted and incredible load. There were strips of cum up her torso and across her chest. Now the blobs were running down. She held her hands out to the light and looked at them.

“That’s an awful lot,” she said.

“Oh God, that was great,” I responded. “You’re so fucking sexy, I could cum buckets on you.”

She had picked up some of the blanket and was wiping the cum off her chest and stomach.

“Did you like that too?” I asked.

She had finished cleaning herself. She looked at me, dropping the blanket, then leaned forward and put one arm around my neck and kissed me.

“Yes Mat, I really like having sex with you,” she said very seriously.

It being Saturday I was able to sleep in. However, considering that my normal wake up time is 4 AM, I was making coffee by six. Snores were coming out of Josh’s room and Bethany was drooling on the pillow, her head in a cloud of frizzy brown hair. I remembered Josh coming in at around 3, my guess was that he’d sleep till around noon.

I hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on. Even though I would be a bit embarrassed to be caught naked just lounging around the house by Josh, as I said, he was pretty passed out. I took my coffee out onto the patio and sat watching the sun come up through the trees in my back neighbor’s yard while surfing on my iPad.

I had just settled in with my third cup when the sliding door opened behind me.

“Good morning dearheart,” I said when Bethany came out and stood next to me—naked also. “How’d you sleep.”

She stretched in the sunlight, lifting her hair with her hands before it fell back down around her shoulders. From the side I admired the lovely curves of her stomach and ass, a curve that wasn’t broken by tits but continued up to her throat. Her vulva just rose a little to make a hillock behind the graceful curve that started at her shoulders and went down to her knees. She turned to me, then leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

I wrapped my arm around her ass and pulled her down, sitting in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and I was pleasantly surprised to feel her tongue requesting entrance to my mouth.

It wasn’t long before we had switched positions and I was on my knees licking her cunt. She came twice before I straightened up and pushed my morning hard cock against her.

“Matt, you can’t put it in me, I’m too small,” Bethany said with an expression of fear.

I ran my dick along her slit, then pushed her knees farther apart and moved forward.

“Here honey,” I said, “hold it against you.” I directed her hands down to cover my cock and her slit.

Bethany pressed me against herself but I think that the two orgasms she’d already had were enough because I know she didn’t cum. She watched me as I built, her eyes wide.

I pushed her hands away so I could watch my cock sliding up and down her slit. The sight was incredible, my cock running along a seven year old slit, her clit red and engorged, as was her inner pussy lips.

“I’m going to shoot my cum inside you,” I said, grasping my member as I pushed against her.

I think she really thought that I was going to push inside her, and she was expecting it, steeling herself against what she knew would hurt. But, of course, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt this wonderful little child and, although there was a lot of fear in her face, she had nothing to worry about.

Still, I was so overcome with the drive to cum, I’m sure my expression was frightening to a second grader. I desperately wanted to put my cock at the entrance of her vagina and just shove it home, regardless of how I’d injure the child.

Fearful of what I’d do, I lifted up and stroked myself over her pussy, working the cum up. The sun was warm on my back but still sweat cooled my chest and stomach as I worked myself up. Bethany just looked up at me with an expression of curiosity and fear as I got close to cumming.

I reached down with my left hand and spread her pussy lips with my fingers. Then, just as I went over the edge, I placed my cock against the entrance to her sex and pushed.

With the tip of my dick nestled at the mouth of her preteen vagina about half of my head was pressed inside her. I started to cum. I pumped my swimmers into her, filling her sex with my sperm until some pushed out around the top of my dickhead as I stroked the last of my jez into her.

When I was done I leaned back onto my heels. She was laying there, her ass hanging off the edge of the chair, legs spread wide, arms on the arms of the chair, her chin tucked into her chest. The way her face was, she looked like she was pouting, lips pursed, eyes deep back. Her pussy was shining with my saliva and the sperm I’d smeared around it. She tried to sit up and the effort squeezed inside her and I watched as cum ran out of her vagina and down her ass crack.

She lifted up and drew herself back sitting in the chair, then put her hand down between her legs and brought it up smeared with jez.

“I could feel you shooting it in me,” she said.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked.

“Noooo…” she leaned forward and put her arms around my neck, then pulled me in and we kissed. “It felt nice,” she said in a low voice.

I kissed her ear and she pulled away, giggling. “I’m glad, it felt great to me too.”

Josh had to be at work by noon—he was going to be working a 14 hour shift that day, then he’d be off until Wednesday. I kept my promise about the Barbie. Not only did Bethany get a new Barbie, but she got a wardrobe, a house, and a car for the doll too. Seven year olds aren’t really interested in diamonds but toys are a good substitute.

That night we went to a movie. Kung Fu Panda had its moments and dinner at Pizza Hut so we could visit Josh was a treat for her too. He followed us out into the parking lot when we were leaving.

“Ya’ll heading home?” he asked. Bethany was in the back seat, strapping herself in, we were standing in front of the car, a pile of pizzas on the hood.

“Yeah, think so.”

“I can’t believe I’m sending my little girl off with you so you can molest her.”

I smiled at him. “Hey, she enjoys it…you know that. After all, you’ve been coaching her.”

“Going to be a hell of a change for her if I get this job in St. Louis.”

“Maybe you’ll just have to take over,” I said.

“Come on, you know I’m into big tits.”

“Don’t be prejudice,” I replied.

When I came out of the shower, Bethany was already on my bed, propped up on some pillows, leaning against the head board. Of course, she was still naked after taking a bath—and I caught my breath.

She was sitting, with her knees up, feet flat, and had her hand between her legs. When I first saw her she was looked down as she moved her vulva back from side to side. She had her other hand on her shoulder, her arm not crossing her chest but pulled up tight, her left hand just to the left of her neck.

When she saw me she stopped, looking at me with her eyes wide, not knowing how I’d react.

I just stood in the doorway, using a towel to dry my shoulder. “Honey, that’s so sexy, keep doing it,” I said.

She started to giggle. “Nooo—oo—o.”

I walked up to the foot of the bed, dropping the towel on the floor.

“Go ahead,” I said calmly, looked her straight in the eye, “I want you to.”

She started moving her hand again, pushing her vulva from side to side with her middle finger pressed into her slit. She did this for only a few seconds before she stopped and laughed.

“I can’t do that with you looking!” she whined.

“Close your eyes,” I said in a low voice, “and just think about how it feels. Just don’t worry that I’m here.”

She did as I suggested and, this time, after only a few seconds I saw a couple of shivers go through her. Then she let her feet slide down, straightening her legs. She stopped and looked at me, a blank expression on her face, then lifted up and scooted down on the bed so she was almost lying—only her head and shoulders on the pillows. Then she went back to masturbating.

Again she shivered, she lifted her knees, then let her legs flop out to the sides, slightly frog-like. She went back to frigging herself.

As she built, I could see her getting more tense, she began to breathe more deeply and a sheen of perspiration spread across her chest and stomach.

“That feeling good?” I asked, my voice was tight.

She nodded, her eyes still closed, air hissing in and out of her nose in short breaths. She began to wiggle, first her hips, then her torso as trembles kept passing over her.

Needless to say, I had my cock in my hand. I was stroking myself slowly, not wanting to get off yet.

I could see that she was really getting closer. She had her left arm drawn up, tight against her with her hand pressed against the side of her neck. Her head was turned slightly to the side, her eyes close tightly as her breath started to come in gasps. The muscles of her stomach and legs were tight under her skin, she had started to hump her pussy against her hand.

Her chest was rising and falling and her flaring of her hips became more desperate. Then she whimpered and moved her legs up and down, gasping as small convulsions went though her.

She settled down, sinking back into the bed and her massaging of her pussy slowed, then stopped. She lay, recovering her breath with deep breaths, her hand on her stomach, just above her sex.

I climbed up the bed and lay down next to her, propped up on my elbow. Her body was shiny with sweat, her skin flushed, eyes closed, face relaxed. I reached down and ran my finger along her slit.

“No,” she said and pushed my hand away. “Not right now…I want to relax.”

I lay back and she rolled toward me, putting her head on my shoulder and her knee over my thigh. My cock was still rock hard and, after just a few seconds, she reached over and put her hand on it.

“You haven’t cum yet,” she said. “That’s what my daddy calls it—cum.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I really need to cum.”

“I guess you want to in my mouth, right?”

“Uh huh,” I said.

She moved down, her cheek on my stomach, and I felt her lips on my cock. I brushed her hair.

“Oh god honey, that’s great,” I murmured.

She mouthed my dickhead for a while but really couldn’t get it in her because of the angles. It was also awkward for her to lift her head like that.

“Honey, lay down between my legs,” I suggested.

Bethany climbed up onto her knees, keeping her hand wrapped around my shaft. She tossed her hair back, then climbed over my knee and lay down on her stomach, her arms out across my hips and both hands around my shaft.

I again brushed her hair back so I could watch her take my cockhead in her mouth. She sucked on it for a minute or so, looking me in the eye. Then she pulled it out and looked at it, leaning to the side. She ran her hand up and down, sliding the skin.

“That’s funny, how the sides are all slippery but it’s real hard inside. I can see all the veins.”

Holding it with one hand, she ran her finger along the side, tracing some of the bulging blue lines.

“How does it get hard like that?” she asked.

“Some muscles squeeze off the blood from flowing out of it, so it all fills up with blood being pumped in. Like a hose if you stop the water with a nozzle but have the valve on.”

She pushed at my dick head. “It’s all soft and squishy here.”

“That’s the really sensitive part,” I said. “What does it feel like in your mouth?”

She rose up again and took me in, a thoughtful look on her face. “It’s kind of soft,…and hard,” she said. She went back to sucking and bobbing.

“What does my cum taste like?” I asked.

She stopped and looked at me, my dick still in her mouth.

“Kind of…salty and sweaty…it’s really slimy and that’s gross.” She went back to sucking.

“You’re going to let me cum in your mouth?”

Again she stopped, then she nodded. She lifted up. “If you really have to.”

“Last time I’d already cum once. This time there’ll be a lot more this time.”

She paused, then shrugged.

“I don’t want you to swallow it right away,” I said. “I want you to show it to me first. OK?”

Again she nodded.

I was really beginning to build—had been since she nodded when I asked her to let me cum in her mouth.

“Get up on your knees, honey, so you can get it deeper.” I said.

She let go of me, then climbed up, her knees against my ass. I had to lift my legs some so the backs of my thighs were across hers.

“OK honey,” I said, “push it as far back in your mouth as you can.”

She leaned down and, as I brushed her hair back, she took half my shaft into her mouth. I felt the head push against the back of her throat. She lifted up and coughed a little.

“You don’t have to gag yourself,” I said, directing her head back down.

She took my dick back and experimented with how deep she could take me without choking our gagging. As she worked me in and out I built fast. I started to hump up into her, the pressure behind my cock getting greater. I could feel my legs stiffening as she moved up and down to meet my thrusts.

“Oh,” I whispered, “that’s so wonderful,”

A couple of times air burped around her lips as she sucked. She was now moving her head up and down against me, pushing me against the back with each hump.

“Do you like sucking my cock?” I asked.

She stopped. “You do,” she said before going again.

We were quiet for a while, except for the sound occasional air burps around her lips and little grunts she made. The air conditioner cycled on.

I was getting really hot now, my breathing was deeper, I was blowing my breath out of my nose in quick gasps. “Oh god,” I half moaned, half whispered.

Occasional shivers went through me, I had to stretch out my legs, then pull them in, my heels against her ass. I put my hands on each side of her face, then let her go, afraid that I’d jam her down. My gut was tied in a knot and all I could do was throw my head back and let go…

I lay back on the pillow, watching the fan as my hips started thrusting uncontrollably, I stretched out my legs…

I looked down.

“OH FUCK, here it….”

She was looking directly at me as I clenched my ass and lifted it off the bed. I shot a huge load into her mouth, pulled back and pumped another as I shoved up into her face. On my third hump a jet of cum squirted out of the side of her mouth and down over her hands. For a moment, she broke out in a smile and I came three or four more times as sheets ran down my cock, then dripped from her hands into my dick hair.

“Holy shit that’s incredible,” I said while trying to catch my breath.

She lifted up, a sour look on her face. Her eyes were squinted and her nose wrinkled.

“Show me,” I said when I reached down and lifted her wet chin.

She opened her mouth. There was a pool of cum on her tongue and a bubbly sheet stretched between her lips. There were strings between her upper and lower teeth. Around her mouth was wet with goo and a dollop stretched out from her chin.

“That’s awesome,” I said. “Now swallow it.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed hard, making a grimace. Then she took the sheet and wiped her face.

“That’s really gross,” she said, a sour look on her face. She ran a finger along inside her mouth, behind her cheek and then inside her lower lip. She pulled it out, there was a ball of congealed sperm on her fingertip. She wiped it on the sheet.

“You didn’t have to,” I said.

She wiped her hands then looked up at me. Then she pushed herself back onto her ass and lifted her legs, spread wide. “I know. But now you’re going to lick me!”