Neighborhood Pervert--Amy (Page 6)

by Leslie Schmidt

I was a little concerned because I didn't hear from her on Sunday or Monday at work, but she was waiting for me when I got home. She had gone through the gate into my back yard and was sitting on my patio-at first I was startled when I saw her-then I got a hard on.

She was wearing a sleeveless sun dress that buttoned down the front. She was sitting in a lawn chair, facing the glass, and had the front completely unbuttoned. She was slouched down in the chair, her hands on the chair arms, her legs comfortably spread. Because the dress was unbuttoned completely down the front, (it seems she had forgotten her panties at home) her preteen pussy was getting some sun. The dress was still on her thighs, the hem just above her knees. She smiled when she saw me and, when I pulled the sliding door open, she stood up, but slipped out of the dress and left it on the chair.

It was that time, only her second fuck (this time on my bed) that Amy discovered that she really liked being on top. Of course, it gave me an excellent view of my cock inside her tween twat, pushing through her hairless lips, while I played with the little bumps of her future breasts. I could imagine the site, like in some Japanese cartoons, of my cock spewing sperm up inside her, filling vagina and womb with my white juice.

She was insatiable, usually showing up at my place within minutes of my getting home from work and fucking my eyes out for two hours before running off home. Toward the end of that week I told her I wanted a 'real' blow job.

"You mean you want to shoot your goo in my mouth," she said.

"And swallow it," I replied.

I was sitting on the sofa with Amy kneeling between my legs. When I started to empty my balls into her mouth she broke into a big smile and cum ran down my cock and over her hand. Then she closed her lips around the shaft and sucked the last couple of squirts out of me.

"Show me," I said, lifting her chin.

Again she smiled-her tongue and mouth were covered, more spunk was smeared around her lips and there was a drop about to fall off her chin. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then smiled again. Next she leaned down and licked the goo off my cock, even some off my balls, but she wiped her hands and face on a throw blanket.

"How was that?" she asked.

"Best blow job I've ever had," I said.

Now I turned her around so she was on the couch and I was on my knees and returned the favor.

I just love licking hairless little girl pussies. The smoothness, light smell and taste, and comparative lack of moisture makes them really nice to lick. Also, of course, little girls never fake-if they cum you know they came, if they're not going to cum you can tell soon enough and know to move on to different things.

(In this case, the girl is usually not comfortable with what you're doing and you're just using her, time to back off.)

By this time, Amy was totally unabashed. She wanted to fuck, she wanted to cum, and she wanted me to cum. I actually began to feel a little uncomfortable about it because that was all we were ever doing-fucking. I asked her several times if she wanted to go somewhere and she said no.

Also, toward the end of the first week, we were laying on the bed, trying to catch our breaths, when she sat up. She looked down at her crotch, where my slime was oozing out of her slash. She reached down and rubbed herself, then looked at her fingers that were smeared with used sperm. She sniffed them, then wiped them on the sheet.

"Mat?" she asked. "Can I get pregnant?"

"Not with me," I said, sitting up, now sitting cross-legged in front of her (she was facing me in the same position). I pulled my dick to the side.

"See this scar?" I pointed at a little two-stitch scar on my sack. "And this one?" I showed her the one on the other side. "A few years ago I went to the doctor and, well, there'll be no little Mat's running around."

She looked confused.

"I had some surgery and they cut some little tubes so now I can't be a father," I said.

"Oh," she still looked confused.

"It just means that I can't get someone pregnant...but that doesn't mean some other guy won't get you pregnant, just me, I won't."

"OK," she nodded...still not really understanding.

Still, after that she became even more aggressive. I'd never had so much, and such good, sex in my life. Then, on the first Tuesday in August, it wasn't Amy waiting for me when I got home.

I knew her name was Linda, I'd only seen a couple of pictures of Amy's mom, and, of course, the time I was spying through Amy's lap top. She was parked across the street and got out when I was coming down the sidewalk. She crossed and met me in the driveway.

"So you're the guy Amy's been sneaking out to see," she said. "I was expecting a teenager."

There was no denying anything. "Yeah, she comes over a lot," I said. I was nervous as hell. "She's no problem, I like having her around."

"You know, what really bothers me is that she's lying. I don't want her to lie any more. If she's going out, I want her to text me."

"OK," I said. "I'll make sure she does." We looked at each other for a few moments. "She's bored and lonely."

Linda looked sad for a moment. "I know," she said. "I just can't afford to send her to any summer camps or anything like that." She was silent for a moment. "Things will be better once school starts. She goes to latch-key then, does her homework, then they keep them busy until I pick her up."

"I'm sure that's better," I said. "But, frankly, she's sweet to have around."

"Yeah, but it's not...not what an eleven year old should be doing...where she should be going. She's better being with her friends."

"Yeah, I guess so," I responded.

Linda turned and took a step toward her car, then stopped. "No more lying, OK?"

"Yes," I responded, feeling a lot relieved.

She looked me up and down. Then, "I'm not going to ask if you're sleeping with her, but if she gets pregnant you'll spend a long time in jail." She turned and went into the street.

"That's not going to happen," I called after her...leaving the first question unanswered.

Amy was a little sheepish for a couple of days and, after that, we did do more movies and shopping and a little less fucking. But as the month wore on it did get a little awkward-where we stood with each other.

Sure enough, after school started I almost didn't see her. She only came over twice in September. Then, around Thanksgiving, I saw her at the mall with a pimply-faced boy, maybe 14. I sent her a gift for Christmas (a necklace) and a card for her twelfth birthday in February.

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