Neighborhood Pervert--Clair (Page 3)

by Leslie Schmidt

As usual, I woke up well before dawn. But, before going out to make coffee I just had to look at my latest preteen lover. She was laying on her stomach, her hair a spray over her face and her thumb in her mouth. I carefully pulled the covers down and admired the sight of her large pussy lips below her lovely ass. Then the cold air made her stir and she rolled onto her side, curling up into a ball. I covered her back up. She made some contented sounds as she settled back into sleep, at first sucking on her thumb before relaxing, her mouth opening around it and her breath slowing.

Over night it had gotten colder and started to rain, a slow rain, somewhere between a drizzle and true rain. It was just the combination to promise a pretty miserable day that would cancel any outdoor plans. I made a pot of coffee and settled down in the living room, a blanket over my legs and feet, with my laptop.

Two trips to the pot later and it was empty. I’d finished reading the on-line addition of the local newspaper, read some other news, checked out failblog and facebook. Then I went and dug up the CD that Charlie had given me and started looking at the pictures of him and Claire.

There were several hundred—starting from when she was only a few months old to now. There was one especially cute sequence of her on a changing table, probably when she was 16 or 18 months, smiling up at the camera, legs like a frog. First there were fingers spreading and rubbing her slit, then Charlie (a bit younger) licking, then his cock sliding along her as she smiled up at the him. There were three pictures where she was sucking, or trying to suck, his cock. But, he was really too big for her to take his whole dick head. Then, again, his cock sliding along her slit and a fast sequence of four as he pumped sperm all over her round belly. Finally, she’s smearing his jiz around on her stomach and smiling up at the camera then putting a cum covered hand in her mouth.

I methodically went though most of the rest: pictures of Claire as she was growing up from a baby to a toddler to a little girl. My guess is that she was three the first time she really swallowed a mouthful. There were lots of pictures of her nude in the back yard and a few taken at nude beaches when they were on vacation. These had some shots of Sandy too, a reasonable looking MILF with nicely shaped tits and a shaved snatch.

I also noticed that, when she was probably around five, the pictures changed. Up until then, they’d all been fairly close, never were there pictures where you could see that it was Charlie and Clair except a few were he may have been holding the camera out or staged a shot with it sitting on a piece of furniture. Otherwise, the pictures usually were close ups of Claire sucking a cock or just her pussy and cock (all the same cock). But then, all of a sudden, the quality of the pictures really improved—the framing and staging. Obviously, someone else was taking the pictures. But still, there were only pictures of Charlie and Claire, never anyone else.

I was going through a sequence, not taken too long ago, where Claire first got her pussy licked, then she and Charlie were both kneeling as she sucked him. He straightened up as Claire jerked him off, shooting sperm onto her neck and chest.

I heard movement behind me.

“I remember that,” Claire said in my ear.

I almost jumped out of my chair, she had startled me.

“Oh! You’re up.”

“Mommy wanted him to do that on my neck. She called it a pearl necklace.”

“Your mommy took these pictures?” I asked.

“Yeah, she takes all of them. Except if Daddy is.”

“I see.” I looked at her. “Do you and your mommy ever have sex?”

Claire got a confused expression on her face. “No,” she laughed, “Mommy’s a girl.”

I was a little surprised. “Oh, well,” I said, “girl’s can have sex together.”

Again she looked confused.

“You know, girls can rub and lick each other…so can boys.”

She looked incredulous. “Well….I guess so…”

“Doesn’t your daddy lick your mommy?” I asked.

“Yeah, sometimes they let me watch.”

“Well, couldn’t you lick your mommy, or she lick you?”

Again she looked a bit confused. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Here, watch.” I went to my favorite porn site and ran a search for ‘lesbian.’ Instantly the screen was full of gorgeous women sucking and licking and using dildos on each other.

“Mommy has one of those!” Claire exclaimed. “She keeps it in her drawer.”

“Yeah, that’s called a dildo. Women sometimes rub themselves with them.”

On the screen, a blonde was reaming out a black chick with one.

“They put it inside, like Daddy does with his penis?”

“Sometimes. Actually, I think it feels better if a girl just rubs it in her slit, the same as when you use your fingers. Except that some dildos vibrate, and girls really like that.”

Claire watched as the girls switched sides, now the black chick was eating out the blonde.

“You might ask your mommy if you can borrow hers,” I suggested.

Claire looked at me and giggled. “I don’t know how to use that!”

“The same as when you use your fingers.”

She looked back at the screen as the blonde faked an orgasm.

“Mommy looks like that when she cums,” Claire said, more to herself than to me. The film ended and the selection screen came back.

“Can I see what you look like?”

She looked at me and giggled. “Didn’t you see last night?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “But, I’d like to watch you when you do it yourself.”

She pulled back, again an incredulous smile on her face. “Why?”

“Because it’s real sexy,” I said. “Go sit on the couch and let me watch you while you make yourself cum.”

Now she looked perplexed. “I only do that in bed,” she said.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down. Then she turned and stretched out on her back. She looked at the ceiling, then back at me. Then, again looking up, she ran her hand inside her pajama bottoms.

“I only do it under the covers,” she said.

“Well, I’d like it if you took your PJs off so I can see.”

She smiled, then sat up. First she pulled the top off over her head, then lifted her hips and pushed the bottoms down. She plopped back on the couch, then scooted down, spreading her legs. She grinned and brushed her hair back, knowing she was giving me a great view of her hairless preteen cunt.

“You guys always like looking at us here,” she said.

“Of course, you’ve got a really pretty pussy,” I said.

“Well…thank…you…” she said with a smile and nod, in a playful voice.

“So you rub yourself?” I asked.

Looking up and behind me, she moved her right hand down, then started to sort of scratch at her sex.

“Yeah, I usually start by rubbing like this,” she said.

As she ran her fingertips up and down, holding her palm still against her vulva, slowly her middle finger worked between the think lips. She closed her eyes, beginning to enjoy her self pleasure.

“What do you think about?” I asked.

She stopped and thought for a moment with an introspective smile. Then she shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she said, not really knowing what I meant.

“Well, do you…like…think about what it feels like when your daddy licks you, or anything like that?”

Again she shrugged, still with a confused smile. “Ah, I really don’t think about anything,” she paused, “I guess.”

“Ok,” I responded. “Sometimes, girls think about their boyfriends, you know, when they rub themselves.”

Again a shrug, “I guess so.”

“Maybe you should try it. Think about your daddy when you…”

“Or maybe about you,” she laughed.

“Sure, if you want…go ahead.”

She looked up at the ceiling and again started to move her hand. After a few seconds she closed her eyes. Then a little tension ran across her body.

“Are you thinking…?” I asked.

She nodded, then furrowed her brow as she started moving her whole hand.

“Push your finger inside,” I suggested.

Claire stopped, looking up. Then, with eyes unfocused, she pushed her middle finger inside herself. She stopped, then pushed it deeper. She adjusted her position, then, lifting her shoulders slightly, pushed her finger way in, to its full length.

“How does that feel? I asked.

She relaxed and looked at me. “It kind of pulls.”

“Well, don’t hurt yourself,” I said.

She pulled her finger out, then absent-mindedly smelled it. She made a bad face, then looked at it, then wiped it off on the arm of the sofa.

She looked at me. “Do you still want me to do it?”

“Oh yeah,” I answered. “Go ahead.”

She put her hand back on her sex and started moving again. I watched as, for the next five minutes or so, the seven year old played with herself. First she used one finger, then two. She alternately moved them up and down her slit, then from side to side. Occasionally a shiver would run through her body and the whole time she became more and more tense. Pretty soon she was rocking her hips as she masturbated, sometimes making little squeaking noises, always her breathing getting deeper.

Her humping became regular as she pushed her head back against the sofa. At first she’d had her left hand by her side, then she had it on her hip, but as she built she moved it up, eventually holding it across her chest, hugging herself.

She started pushing her feet up on her toes as she shook. Then she grunted and waved her knees in and out, her eyes pinched closed, lips tight, wrinkles on her brow.

“Mm…mumm…mmmm…” she shook and grunted as she came. Then she slowly relaxed, still breathing hard. She let her hand fall to her side, now catching her breath.

“Was that good?” I asked.

She nodded, eyes still closed.

I stood up, then pulled my sweatshirt and pants off, standing over her with my cock bouncing.

She opened her eyes, then looked at me and smiled.

Without saying anything, I knelt down between her knees and rubbed my shaft along her slick slit.

For a little while she just lay there, passive. But then she looked down at me and smiled. She pulled her legs up, her knees near her shoulders and my pushing started to make her rock back and forth.

“Does that feel good?” I asked. My voice was a little rough.

“Yeah,” she said, nonchalantly.

Then she reached down with both hands, around her thighs, and used her fingers to spread her pussy open.

For a moment I moved back, rubbing myself, and looked down into her open vagina. Her slit was shiny with her pussy juices, her clit was a bit swollen and a darker pink than the surrounding skin. She had pulled her inner lips apart, what there was of them, Claire could never be said to have much ‘roast beef’ and deeper, her hymen was also opened, letting me see down into the dark red passage of her vagina.

True, her vagina wasn’t even half the diameter of my cock—to try to cram it inside her would hurt terribly—she just wasn’t old enough yet for full on fucking. Still, the sight of the underdeveloped little girl’s sex was just awesome.

I put my cock back against her and went back to sliding along her furrow.

“Do you like that?” I asked, my voice was getting really tight.

“I guess so,” she said, shrugging. “It’s your turn now.”

I was really building. Again I lifted up, jerking myself off, and looked down at her seven year old sex that I was about to spray my cum on. She moved her hands and spread her vagina even more.

Just before I started to cum, I lowered my dickhead and pushed it at the opening. Claire’s eyes got big, an expression of fear crossed her face before she realized that I wasn’t trying to push it inside her. I stroked three more times as I pushed down gently, sealing the entrance with my dick head.

“Oh!” she said when she felt me pumping her full of sperm. She craned her neck to look down and the movement made me slip some. First a pool of white goo appeared around her clit, then I slipped out and shot three ropes of cum onto her belly. I milked the last dribbles of cum out of my cock, leaving the white goo around the opening to her fully spermed cunt, then sank back on my heels.

Her pussy was overflowing with my sperm. Her open vagina was filled to the top with white, then the rest of her sex was wet and smeared, white in the crease and folds around her clit ridge, more in the creases between her vulva and her inner thighs, her lower belly was covered.

“Mmmm, I can feel that all warm in me,” she said. Then she lifted her hand and started rubbing the goo around. Moving her legs forced a stream out and it ran down into her ass crack and then onto the sofa.

“That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.

She lowered her feet to the floor, more cum ran down onto the upholstery, making a dark wet area.

I stood (stumbled) up and a couple of last drops of cum shook off my cock and landed on Claire’s chest and upper arm.

“You’re not done yet?” she giggled, then she sat up and grabbed my softening dick. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth, sucking.

It was actually painful to have my cock sucked right then and I bent over slightly with a groan. She sucked just a couple times, then let go and smiled up at me.

“No, no gooey left,” she said.

I stepped back, laughing. “God no honey—you’ve taken every drop.” I took her hands and pulled her up, standing. “There’ll be more later,” I said.

“Good!”

She turned and walked by me. As she went down the hall toward the bathroom I could see cum running down the back of her leg. I went to the kitchen and got some paper towel to try to wipe some of the mess off the upholstery but it had fully soaked in. Luckily, the cum stains can’t really be seen in the earth-tone patterns on the couch.

A few minutes later she came into the kitchen where I was starting breakfast. She had put her PJs back on, I’d put my sweatpants on too, it was a little chilly to be running around naked. We watched the rain fall in the back yard as we ate.

Around nine Charlie called. With the change in the weather they’d decided not to stay in the mountains and would be back around noon to pick up Claire.

“Has she been good?” he asked.

“Oh god, absolutely awesome,” I responded.

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