Good Neighbour, part 2
Written by Lensman.

This story is the sole property of the author. It may be downloaded for private use, but may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites without the author's permission.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg, Cons, Pedo, Rom, Toys)

Story Intro:
The days after, the lows and highs of the days after what I did to, and with, Tracy.

Cast of characters:
Me (Ben) = author, age 32, brown hair, hazel eyes.
Tracy = my sexy neighbour, age 7, light blond hair, green eyes, pixie face.

Chapter 2, The Day After...:

The day after Tracy's visit, Thursday, while I was working I remembered the pictures I had taken. I opened up the encrypted area where I had them stored and began to browse.
<God she's beautiful> I thought, as I looked at the images of her in the pink dress. The pictures clearly showed Tracy's innocence, the ones I had taken from the floor focused up her dress also clearly showed her bikini clad pussy.

<God she's sexy> I thought as I browsed through the images, first the ones of her in the yellow bikini, then the ones of her in the pale blue swim shorts. The shots in the swim shorts were very sexy, the central seem was pulled snugly into her pussy slit and as I browsed through the pictures I was sure I could see her pussy filling out and getting plumper. Then there were shots where I could see a definite damp spot, and the final sequence where she was rolling them down her hips, with the very last image showing her naked pussy with the rolled up shorts just below, was absolutely mind blowing. The images were so clear and so close up I could even see the single strand of pussy juice connecting her slit to her shorts..

The following day I browsed through the images again. Again I marvelled at her beauty and her innocence. As the day progressed I began to worry, Tracy had not been over to see me since we had fucked. She had visited me almost every day since I had moved in and this absence worried me. Mostly I worried about Tracy - how she felt, did she regret what we had done - but I did worry a little about me - had she told anyone, should I be thinking of getting out of here.

My thoughts spun in ever decreasing circles, I was a monster, I had taken away her childhood, I had ripped away her innocence. My mind was in turmoil, I couldn't go over there in case she rejected me but not knowing was torture. I tried to get out of myself and immerse myself in a good book, but when I realised I had read the same paragraph about six times I gave up and went to bed.

Saturday saw me sat in front of the TV, not really watching anything in particular, just channel hopping dejectedly. There was a knock at the door and my heart lifted, maybe it was Tracy, but no, it was the timber being delivered for my library shelving.

I helped the delivery man offload his truck and when he had gone I carried it all up to my library. As I was getting it sorted, like a giant jigsaw puzzle, there was another knock at the door. <What's he forgotten> I thought as I went to answer it. Much to my surprise and delight I opened the door to Tracy.

I stood there open mouthed, staring at her. Somehow, in the few days I had not seen her, she had become more beautiful.
She stood there wearing that pink dress grinning as she looked at me then said, "Aren't you gonna let me in?"
I shut my mouth with a 'click' then stood back and waved her in. After shutting the door I followed her into my lounge.

I stood there stunned watching Tracy as she spoke in her usual animated fashion.
"Was that the shelving wood I saw being delivered? It was wasn't it?" she looked at me intently and continued, "Can I help put it up?"

When I didn't answer but continued to stare at her she looked concerned and asked, "Are you ok?"
I nodded then collapsed in the chair near her and said tearfully, "Tracy, I didn't know what to think..."
Tracy just grunted, "Huh?"
"I didn't know if you would be coming back here after what happened," I said, "or if you had told someone about it..."
"No," she protested, "I would never tell."

I then looked at the floor and said dejectedly, "I wasn't even sure you still liked me."
"Of course I still like you, silly." She said as she swatted at my knee.
I looked up at her with tears in my eyes and hope in my heart, "You do?" I asked, "So why didn't you come over these last few days?"
She looked down at her shuffling feet and said, "Mum said I shouldn't 'bother' you every day 'cause you work at home." She then looked up at me and grinned, "Since it's Saturday I figured you wouldn't be working, so I could come over and we could have some fun."

I was ecstatic, I pulled her onto my lap and hugged her tightly. After a while I let up on the hug and then kissed her passionately. I broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes and said, "I was so frightened, I thought you might hate me for what I did." She started to protest again but I put my finger on her lips to "Shhh" her and continued, "I have a confession to make and I want to make it now while I still have the courage. When you have heard it I hope you will forgive me but if you don't I will understand."

I took a deep breath and said, "Remember when you were posing, you got more and more excited."
Tracy nodded and replied, "You said I was getting 'horny'."
"That's right," I continued, "do you remember the drink I gave you before you started to pose?" Again she nodded and I continued, "Well I added something to that drink." Tracy looked curious. I took another deep breath to steady my nerves and said, "I added a small amount of a drug called 'Viagra' to your drink."

"What's 'Viagra'?" she asked quietly.
"It's a drug that makes you feel horny," I said and rushed to continue, "I didn't know just how sexy you are and I was hoping it would make you feel good." Then looking down, not able to look her in the face, I continued resigned, "I am really sorry I gave it to you without telling you, please forgive me."

She looked calm as she simply asked, "Why?"
I shrugged as I looked at her again and said, "I wanted to play sex games with you and I didn't think you would let me unless..." I could see she was getting angry as I trailed off.
She began punching my arms as punctuation to what she was angrily saying, "So you drugged me," smack "so you could have your fun." Smack "So everything you said," smack "was a lie!" smack. I could see angry tears in her eyes.

"No, no, no," I protested vigorously, "I wanted you from the day we first met. When I saw you in that little yellow bikini I wanted you even more."

"So you loved me from the beginning?" she asked smiling again then sniffed.
"I liked you from the very beginning," I corrected, "and as I got to know you more I liked you more. When I said I loved you, I meant it." I looked her in the eyes, those soulful emerald eyes, and said, "I love you Tracy and would never do anything to hurt you."
She impulsively hugged my neck, kissing my face and babbling, "Oh Ben," kiss "I love you too." Kiss "I forgive you." Kiss. She kissed all over my face then stopped for a deep lingering kiss. Our tongues duelled and danced. We kissed for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes.

I broke off the kiss before my passion and lust for this little goddess could get the better of me.
Tracy looked flushed and said, "How long does that Viagra stuff last?"
I shrugged curious and said, "Usually only a few hours, why?"
She took my hand and brought it under the hem of her dress and between her legs as she grinned, "So this time, it's all me." Then she pushed my hand up to her pussy. It was wet and bare and felt perfect.
"Why you little minx," I said grinning, "Your not wearing panties!... You know what happens to little girls who go out without panties don't you?"
"No, what?" she asked grinning back.
"They get their pussies played with." I answered as I began to rub at her pussy lips.

I briefly rubbed her lips and clit then inserted my middle finger into her hole and withdrew my hand. Tracy moaned her disappointment, nibbled her lip and watched as I sucked her juice from my finger. I don't know how but she tasted better than she had when I tasted her before, so I returned my hand to her pussy and inserted my middle finger again and brought it back to my mouth.

Tracy grabbed my wrist on the third trip and brought my finger to her mouth and sucked her own juices from my finger, this made my hardon even harder.
She shrugged and said, "Tastes ok I suppose."
"Tastes best direct from the source." I replied and winked at her.

I lifted her off my lap and stood her in front of me, smiled and said, "Would you like to help me put my shelves together, or do something else?"
"Like what?" she asked grinning.
"Why don't you decide." I grinned back at her.
She looked down at my crotch where my dick was straining at my zip, then up at me and said, "I wanna fuck!"

"Well, if that's what you want to do." I said as I started to undo my belt and pants.
She quickly stripped off the dress as I lowered my pants and underwear. I sat back on the chair with my butt on the edge and lifted Tracy up onto my lap. She sat there a moment playing with my erect cock as I played with her erect nipples and clit.

When I played with her clit she started to pant, then she wriggled toward me, put her feet on the chair seat and lifted herself up. I moved my hands to her hips to steady her. She held my dick and positioned herself over the tip then looked up at me, grinned and let herself slide down my cock. God that looked so sexy, as the tip of my dick pushed into her pussy her lips were pushed out and around my shaft. As she slid down her pussy lips stretched wide exposing her clit which was then pulled in and rubbed against my dick.

She bottomed out with a whoosh and a grin. I helped her to slide up and down on my dick. When she was pumping up and down in a good rhythm I slipped my hands up to her ribs and used my thumbs on her nipples. The combined stimulation of my dick in her pussy, her clit scraping on my shaft and then me rubbing her nipples was too much for her, she came. As she was climaxing she stopped fucking my pole and sat there panting, so I strummed her clit with my thumb to prolong her orgasm and waited.

When her orgasm had subsided a little I hugged her to me, stood and then laid her back in the seat I had just vacated. Somehow I managed to do this without loosing my place in her pussy and when she was settled I started fucking her. I pumped into her building up speed, as I did I tweaked her nipples with one hand and played with her clit with the other.

As I was nearing my own climax I saw and felt Tracy hit her second, and it looked like a big one. The feel of her tight velvet pussy clamping down on my cock tipped me over the edge and I came hard. I squirted what felt like gallons of cum into her womb. When I looked down at her sweat drenched face I saw her looking up at me with adoration.
She croaked, "I love you."
I replied, "I love you too." Then I bent over her and kissed her passionately and deeply.

I broke off the kiss when my spent and shrinking dick slipped from her still pulsing pussy. I quickly placed my hand over her leaking hole and lifted her into my arms saying, "We had better get cleaned up." I carried her up to the bathroom and we had a quick shower to clean away the evidence of our activities.

After we were dried and dressed Tracy helped me put together the shelves for my library. As the job entailed a lot of bending and squatting and Tracy's dress was mid-thigh length I got a lot of delicious views of her naked butt and pussy while working on those shelves. At one point I was so distracted by her that I nearly dropped a partially complete unit when lifting it into place.

Eventually we had all the pieces screwed together and onto the walls, so Tracy and I took a well-earned break. We sat in front of my computer with Tracy on my lap. I accessed my encrypted drive and showed her the pictures I had taken. She was surprised how much showed when she was not trying, and how sexy she looked when she was.

We also surfed the Internet for a while, as expected the first word she used in a search engine was "SEX". Tracy soon became bored looking through all those adverts for pay sites and with surfing the 'net in general and asked me what games she could play. As I didn't have any games on that machine and it was getting late she decided to go home for the day.

Sunday morning I decided to take it easy and have a lay in. As I lay there dozing, daydreaming of Tracy, I was startled by a knock at the door. I ignored it, but it was repeated insistently.

I wandered downstairs to the door and opened it to reveal Tracy wearing a pale blue smock style dress. I yawned while waving her in then smiled and said, "I was just thinking about you."
She smiled mischievously and said, "Nice thoughts I hope."
I smiled and said, "Oh yes, nice thoughts," then changed my smile to a lustful evil grin and continued, "but very naughty," then winked.

As I returned to my bedroom I said, "I had hoped to get a lie in today."
Tracy followed me and replied, "But I thought we could unpack your books today."
As I got dressed and did my ablutions the conversation, although interrupted, continued, "I think I sense an ulterior motive"
"What me?" Tracy said faking innocence like only children can.
"Yes you..." I said, "how does this sound? You help me unpack and sort out my books, then you'll know what is there and then you might be able to borrow one. Sound close?"

I knew I was right when she didn't answer and had the decency to look embarrassed. I finished brushing my teeth and combing my hair, turned to Tracy and gave her a quick kiss.
"Ok," I said, "lets unpack these books and get them sorted.

When moving I had packed all my books away logically, all the A's together, all the B's together etc. so we started unpacking and shelving in order. I was unpacking the boxes and passing the books up to Tracy, who was up the ladder arranging them in order. When we had finished the A's I checked Tracy's handiwork.

I stood on the stepladder below her such that our heads were level and looked over her shoulder. She had ordered them by authors' last name then first, Douglas Adams before Piers Anthony.
"That's very good." I whispered into her ear then kissed her neck.

Together we rapidly unpacked and sorted through the B's, C's, and D's before I got distracted again. Tracy was at the top of the ladder, sorting through the stack of books I had just passed to her, every so often commenting, "Ooh, I've not read this one," or something similar.
I looked up from the box with another handful of books and found myself in the perfect position. Tracy was bending slightly from the waist to place the books and her beautiful butt was forcing her dress out from her legs. I could see up between the dress and her legs to where her panties would have been, if she had been wearing any.

This view gave me an almost instant erection, there is something about the illicit glimpse that is very erotic, more so than full nudity would be.
I knelt there staring until I heard Tracy say with a giggle, "What are you looking at Mr pervert? <giggle>" I diverted my attention to her face to find her looking down at me grinning mischievously.

I smiled and said, "I'm looking at your invisible panties."
"Huh?" was her eloquent reply.
I slowly slid my hand up the back of her thigh as I said, "May I feel how soft your invisible panties are?" then stopped just short of her gorgeous bubble butt.
Tracy still looked puzzled but nodded her agreement so I continued to slide my hand up and over the globe of her bottom. I then traced down her butt crack and between her legs to her bald little pussy. As I stroked her lips gently Tracy shifted her feet further apart to allow me more room and better access.

When I felt the beginnings of moisture seeping from her vulva I stopped and withdrew my hand. Tracy moaned loudly in disappointment but I lightly swatted her pert rear and said, "Those invisible panties are the smoothest and loveliest I have ever felt, but we still have a lot of books to sort." and with that I handed her the next lot of books.

At odd intervals, when Tracy was in the right position, I would lean in close to the hem of her dress and lightly blow up it, aiming at her pussy. The first time I did this I saw Tracy visibly shudder. As the morning progressed, and I continued this sensuous torture, I could see Tracy getting more and more aroused.

When we stopped for lunch Tracy climbed down the ladder shakily then said, "I almost forgot, mum said I should bring you over for lunch, 'cause she's going to cook a roast."
"Well then," I said, "we'd better get cleaned up hadn't we!"

After a quick wash Tracy lead me over to her house for lunch. When she pulled me through the front door the smell of the roasting beef was amazing. Being a bachelor I normally eat microwave meals or something easily prepared, so I hadn't smelled anything this good in a long time.

I stood in the kitchen doorway as Tracy ran to Janet and yelled, "I brought him over, just like you wanted. That smells good, when do we eat?"
Janet turned to Tracy and said, "Go and wash up, then lay the table. It should be ready shortly."
Tracy groaned but left to do as she was told.

"Smells great," I said, "is there anything I can do?"
"Not at the moment," Janet replied, "but you can carve the roast when it's done."
I stood there and watched as Janet bustled around in the kitchen and Tracy set the table.

Tracy had set the places such that she and I were sat close together and Janet was sat opposite us. During the meal Tracy was squirming and fidgeting like she was uncomfortable.
Janet said, "Tracy you're acting like you've got ants in your pants, sit still will you."

Because she was sat so close to me I couldn't surreptitiously look at Tracy, so I had no idea what she was doing. I turned and looked to see what Janet was talking about and saw that Tracy had squirmed and wriggled until she had pulled the hem of her dress up around her waist.

I sat and stared at Tracy's clearly visible bald little pussy for a while then tore my gaze away and back to my lunch. After a short period of quiet eating Tracy started squirming again. I glanced at her and saw her rubbing her clit where it peeked out from the top of her slit. Tracy looked up at me and grinned mischievously with a twinkle in her eyes.

When Janet stood to clear our plates I quickly took mine and Tracy's and passed them to her so she would not see Tracy's state of undress. While Janet was in the kitchen preparing the desert I whispered in Tracy's ear, "You should pull your dress down, you don't want your mum to see you like that."
Tracy whispered / moaned back at me, "But I'm horny..."

"Well," I whispered, "you can either go to the bathroom and give yourself a good cum, or you can wait and I'll give you what you want when we get back to my place." After a little thought I added, "But not both, if you go and have a cum now, we'll do what I want this afternoon, ok."

Tracy thought about it for a moment then stood and dashed off. When Janet returned with the sweet she asked, "Where's Tracy?"
"I think she had to go to the bathroom." I replied, then dug in to the delicious 'Death by Chocolate' desert.

I had nearly finished my desert when Tracy returned, looking slightly flushed.
Janet said, "Took your time didn't you?"
Before Tracy could reply I chipped in, "Yeah, if you had been any longer I would have eaten your desert."
With that threat Tracy shouted "No!" and rushed to sit down and protect her desert from me.

When we had all finished and Janet was about to clear the table I said, "Thank you Janet that was the best home cooked meal I've had in a very long time. How about Tracy and I wash up and you have a rest."
Janet demurred, "Oh no Ben, you're my guest."
I insisted, "I insist Janet, you prepared and cooked a great meal, the least I can do is to wash up."
Eventually we settled on a joint effort, all three of us washed, dried and put away.

After a brief chat with Janet, Tracy and I returned to my house. When I closed the door I struck my best villainous pose, crouched over rubbing my hands together, put an evil and lecherous grin on my face then said, "Now I have you my beauty."
Tracy must have seen some of the same old TV shows I had, as she put her hands to her mouth in mock fright and squeaked, "Eeek!"

"Yes my beauty," I cackled, "I know what you did. So this afternoon we do what I want, you are my slave and must do everything I say..."
Tracy sniggered then put her hand to her forehead and over-dramatically said, "Oh no, what shall I do."

I chuckled and nearly lost character but valiantly continued as the 'Evil Villain' and said, "The first thing you can do is take off that dress." Tracy looked shocked, like she had not expected my demand so I dropped character and continued normally, "I thought it would be exciting if you were my naked little slave girl for the afternoon, but if you're not comfortable with doing that it's ok we can do something else."

Tracy thought about it for a moment then said, "I suppose it would be ok... but," she then wagged her finger at me and grinned, "I'm not doing the cleaning."
I put my right hand up and said, "I promise, if there is anything I tell you to do that you don't want to, just say no and you won't have to, ok?"
Tracy nodded and said, "Ok," then quickly stripped off the dress and stood there wearing only her trainers and a smile.

"Ok slave," I said causing Tracy to grin, "get upstairs, we've more books to sort out."
"What?" she said incredulously.
I turned her around and lightly swatted her pert rear and said, "They won't sort themselves you know."

Tracy slowly and petulantly climbed the stairs as I watched her beautiful flexing butt. When she was about half way up I told her to stop. She stopped in mid-step, with one foot on the step above the other, and looked over her shoulder at me. I could clearly see her little pussy lips pouting between her legs so I climbed up behind her and ducked my head to kiss her butt cheeks then blow over her exposed pussy.

She shivered and then grinned at me when I stood up again. I lightly patted her butt and said, "Up you go." then followed while trying to keep my hands caressing and squeezing the luscious globes of her rear. When we got to the top I sent Tracy into the library to continue sorting where we left off, while I went I search of something to use to 'play' with her.

After searching for a while I dug up some of the sex toys that I had saved from my old girlfriends, and after some more searching I managed to salvage some batteries that would fit them.

I hid the toys in my pockets and entered the library to join Tracy. She was again up the ladder sorting and shelving books, when she heard me enter the room she turned and grinned at me then stuck her butt out and waved it about.

I lightly stroked her smooth rear and said "I've got something I would like you to wear," then dug into my pockets and pulled out the two sex toys. One was a white rubber sphere about 3/4 inch in diameter attached by a wire to a control box. The other was called a butterfly, a small fat pink body with pink rubber wings attached to straps that would hold it to her body and a wire from the back of it to another control box.

Tracy looked at them and said, "What are they?"
"They're Sex Toys," I replied casually.
"What're they for?" she asked curiously.
"You'll have to wait and see what they can do." I said grinning.
I got Tracy to stand on the floor with her feet apart, then strapped the butterfly on her. I snuggled the short fat body into the top of her slit, pressing it onto her clit, then strapped it into place and hung the control off the back of the belt.

When I'd finished Tracy looked at the butterfly, wriggled her hips around then said, "Feels funny."
"Wait 'til I turn it on." I said smiling, then I took the control and moved the slider to the first position of five. The body of the 'butterfly' started to gently vibrate which caused Tracy to gasp in startled pleasure.

She grinned and said lustily, "I like it!!" then reached for the control.
I switched it off and held it out of reach and said smiling, "No, the slave does not control the pleasure, the master does."
Tracy pouted for a moment then said, "What's the other one for?"
I grinned evilly then got her to bend over at the waist and grab her ankles. I got behind her and, as she watched from between her legs, I licked the ball to wet it then slowly pushed it against the entrance of her vagina.

Tracy moved her arms to the stepladder to support herself and gasped as I slowly inserted the ball into her tight little hole. I kept up the pressure as I stroked Tracy's back and butt until the ball was in up to the second knuckle of my middle finger. I could feel her pussy entrance squeezing my finger so I knew the ball should stay in place.

I eased my finger out then licked it clean and patted Tracy's butt saying, "Ok, how's that?"
She stood up and looked puzzled, then said, "That feels..." she thought about it for a while then continued, "very strange."
I smiled and took its control and switched it to 'low' and said, "What about now?"
Tracy grinned and almost purred, "Hmmm... nice..."

I left that control on low and put it on the belt next to the other one then stood and said, "Come on slave, we have books to sort."
Tracy looked a little distracted but climbed the stepladder and we continued to sort and shelve books.

While we were working Tracy's concentration seemed to drift every so often. Whenever I noticed it I would admonish her by lightly swatting her butt and saying, "Back to work slave." or "If you don't concentrate I'll switch it off!"
Tracy's reply to that one was always, "Please don't, I'll concentrate, honest!"

When we finished that box I said, "You've done well slave, I think you deserve a reward."
I had her stand on the floor at the foot of the ladder holding onto it for support, then I took the butterfly control and moved the slider up to position two.

Tracy gasped as the sensations from the vibrator stimulated her clit. She moaned and started breathing quicker. As she stood there supporting herself with the ladder she thrust her butt back. I watched as she started humping her pelvis forward and back and grunting in time. In a very short time she curled herself up and then explosively arched her back as she groaned out her orgasm.

Although she had been quick to get her climax she looked to be enjoying a long one. When I switched off the butterfly Tracy slowly came back down to earth panting and breathing heavily. She looked at me and smiled weakly and I said smiling, "Ok slave, back to work." and pretended to crack a whip.

She laughed and shook her head in disbelief and resignation then moved the ladder to the next position and on shaky legs climbed it again. I moved into position below her and started on the next box of books. As we worked I noticed something odd, although Tracy's pussy lips were flushed and a little swollen, there was very little moisture. When she had cum in the past Tracy had leaked a lot of little girl juice, but now nothing was showing.

As we continued to sort and stack the books I thought about it. Then, when I had to prompt Tracy again for not concentrating, I remembered the vibrating rubber ball. It was still wedged inside her cunt and was probably acting like a cork. Hmmm I couldn't wait to drink from this bottle.

As we continued to work Tracy began to tremble slightly, so to up the torture I switched the ball from "low" to "high". Tracy grunted as if I had poked her in the stomach. I quickly switched the ball off, stood and hugged her to me and asked her "Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm ok," Tracy said breathlessly, "that was a bit of a shock, that's all."

I continued to hold her and stroke her back, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes and asked, "Could you turn it on again?"
I smiled at her and asked, "Low or high?"
She grinned back at me and said tentatively, "High."

I reached for the control and switched it on to low, then after a pause to allow Tracy to get used to it again I set it up to high.
"Oooh," she moaned in a shaky voice, "that feels weird."
"Good weird," I asked, "or not good weird?"
"It's ok, I'm getting used to it." she said.

We continued to sort and stack books until we had finished that box and the next. Tracy was breathing a little heavier than normal and she was flushed. When I looked up at her I could see that her pussy lips were red and swollen. I suggested that we take a break and guided Tracy down the ladder and into my bedroom. As she walked I could see that she was flexing her butt and trying to cum. She walked almost like a zombie, unaware of her surroundings.

I laid her face up on my bed and leant over her and said, "Tracy, what would you like me to do?" <like I didn't know>
When she finally registered my question she mumbled, "Please, let me cum..."
So I took the butterfly control and moved the slider up to position two.

That was all it took, Tracy arched her back, started to scream hoarsely and came immediately. Her screams quickly became quiet but she kept cumming. I watched her as she had a very long drawn out powerful orgasm, so long and powerful that it only stopped when she fainted.

I switched off both vibrators and gently removed the butterfly. I knew her poor abused little pussy would be hypersensitive for a while so while she was unconscious on my bed I went and drew a warm bath for her. When I returned for her she was only just beginning to wake up, so I gently carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the bath.

I still had the ball control and although I was tempted to turn it on again I refrained. As Tracy slumped bonelessly in the water I gently pulled on the control wire and slowly withdrew the ball from her cunt. I let Tracy sit there listlessly as I gently washed her down, by the time I had finished she was returning to normal.

She gingerly climbed out of the bath and I wrapped her in a towel and helped to dry her, being very careful not to touch her pussy, as I knew it would still be a little sore. When she was completely dry I helped her into her dress, then brushed her hair dry.

While I was administering to her Tracy appeared lost in thought, so after dressing her I carried her into my bedroom, sat her on the bed then sat next to her and cuddled her.
"Penny for your thoughts." I said quietly.
"It's nothin'." she said as she shook her head.
I squeezed her shoulders and said, "You can tell me... What's up?"

Tracy looked at me and said plaintively "School starts tomorrow so I won't be able to come over!"
"Is that all?" I asked chuckling, "you can come and visit me after school, if your mum will let you, and at the weekends." I then picked her up and sat her on my lap and hugged her, "Now I've found you, I'm not going to let the love of my life get away from me." Tracy grinned at that and hugged me back.

I did not see Tracy until the following Friday. Janet came over around lunchtime and asked a favour, "Ben, could you pick up Tracy when school gets out?"
"Sure, no problem!" I said.
"Thanks," Janet continued, "my father has had an accident and is in hospital with a fractured hip, I need to take him a few things and visit, you know how it is..."
"Do you know when you will be returning?" I asked thinking of more time with Tracy.
"Not until tomorrow." she said then "Oh, I almost forgot... I've phoned the school, they know you'll be picking her up, so there should be no problem. Thanks Ben, this really means a lot to me." With that she dashed off.

At the appointed time I went to pick up Tracy at her school. As I was walking to reception from the parking lot I noticed that the majority of the students looked to be girls. The uniform consisted of a burgundy blazer, a burgundy sweater, white blouse (girls) or shirt (boys), grey pleated skirt (girls) or slacks (boys) and black leather shoes. The girls also wore white socks, tights or pantyhose, they might have been stockings but I doubt it. The majority of the girls I saw wore the skirt length to the knee, but some girls were more daring and had them shorter.

I only had to wait a short time in reception before Tracy arrived. When I saw her I stood and stared. She looked very cute in that uniform and her skirt was daring at mid-thigh level. She caught sight of me she smiled and waved a little then walked over. She remained demure, unlike her usual animated self, all the time we were on campus.

I drove us to the nearest mall to do a little shopping, I knew Tracy's birthday was due soon and I wanted to get a start on the gifts. As we drove away from the school Tracy became her usual garrulous self.

As we walked around I explained why we were there, "Tracy, I know it's your birthday soon, so I want you to tell me what you want. I'll make a list, then I'll know that you'll like whatever I get you."

We wandered from shop to shop, we looked at toys for the discerning young seven year old, we looked at clothes, we looked at books, we looked at all the shops had to offer. When we were in the bookstore Tracy picked up one of the books and giggled, I looked over and saw her blush cutely so I looked at the book, it was titled "The Color of her Panties". It was good to know that although I had taken her virginity I had not taken away all of her innocence.

As we drove home Tracy and I chatted about her week, well she did most of the talking. I asked if she had made any new friends and then heard all about her three new best friends Tammy, Jenny and April and the mischief the four of them had got into in the last five days.

When we got home I asked Tracy, "Can I photograph you in your sexy school uniform?"
"You think this uniform is sexy?" she asked incredulously.
"It is when you wear it." I said honestly.
"Since you asked so nicely," she said looking over her shoulder at me, "yes you can."

Tracy ran upstairs and I quickly ran after her. I retrieved my camera from my office and returned to the bedroom. I took a few shots of Tracy as she was but although she looked good she was not as sexy as I wanted. I took her blazer from her then I helped Tracy adjust her skirt. The waistband was elasticated so we rolled it up raising the hem of the skirt until it was about an inch below her crotch.

Tracy looked very sexy in that short skirt. In one pose she had her back to me and was looking over her shoulder twisting herself slightly, the pose outlined and showed off her butt beautifully. I took some shots then asked her to bend at the waist and rest her hands on the bed.

Even that slight angle allowed her white cotton panties to show under the slightly risen skirt. I asked her to hold still and reached under her skirt and pulled the panties up tighter. Now when I snapped some shots I could still see the panties but they were snuggled into Tracy's butt cheeks.

I asked Tracy to lean further and rest on her elbows. This gave me the perfect shots of her panty-clad pussy. After taking a few more shots I reached under the skirt then quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles.

Tracy's shouts of protest soon turned to moans of pleasure as I began to lick her pussy lips from behind. She spread her legs as far as she could but was constrained by her stretched panties around her ankles.

I pulled away, much to Tracy's displeasure, and took a few more shots of her in her aroused state. I then quickly stripped off and knelt behind Tracy's upthrust rump and continued licking and sucking on her delicious pussy. I reached between her legs and tried to lightly pinch her clit as I tried to force my tongue as far into her cunt as I could, licking up as much of her nectar as possible.

When Tracy began to thrust backwards and push her sopping pussy onto my face I knew she was near to cumming. I backed away, causing Tracy to moan in frustration, then lifted her and positioned her on the bed on hands and knees. I placed the tip of my dick at the entrance of her wet little hole and pushed slightly. Tracy thrust backwards hard and impaled herself on my rod and let out a long groan of pleasure.

Tracy started rocking her body, fucking herself on my dick. As she fucked me in wanton abandon she moaned, "God this feels good."
"You are the hottest, sexiest girl I know," I said as I began thrusting in time with her.
"I've been thinking of this all week," she groaned then put her head on the bed and thrust back at me harder. I reached under her and vigorously rubbed at her nipples through her shirt with one hand and her clit with the other. The added stimulation soon had the desired effect as I felt Tracy's cunt muscles clamp down on my dick then begin pulsing with her orgasm.

When she had calmed down a little I pulled out of Tracy's cunt, picked her up and sat on the bed with her on my lap facing away from me. As I lifted her up she reached under her to position my dick at her pussy entrance, then I slowly lowered her down onto my still hard dick.

When she was sat on my lap again I was only about half in her, but it was enough. Tracy began bobbing up and down on my dick fucking herself on me as I reached round her body and played with her nipples and clit some more. I nibbled her earlobe and kissed her neck as she bounced.

When I was close I whispered in her ear, "Here I cum..." and vigorously rubbed her proud clit. Soon after, I came hard, as I was squirting what felt like gallons of my baby making juice into her womb I felt her cunt muscles clamp down again as she came.

As we were both coming down from our climaxes I realised that Tracy had been very quiet, even when climaxing. I jokingly whispered in her ear "Practising for sex in public?"
"What!" she asked astonished, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
"You were very quiet," I replied smiling.
"Oh, you!" she grinned as she slapped at my shoulder.

As we got ourselves cleaned up and changed and then as I prepared dinner Tracy continued chatting about her week and her new friends, this gave me an idea.
While we were eating I asked, "What's planned for your birthday?"
"Nothin' much," she said quietly between mouthfuls, "mum'll bake a cake I expect," then she added excitedly, "But this year you'll be there!"

"I had a thought about that," I said nonchalantly, "do you think it would be possible..."
"What?" Tracy asked after the pause.
"That just maybe..." I said dragging it out.
"What?"
"No," I said shaking my head, "you probably won't like the idea."
"What?!!" Tracy screamed in frustration.

"Well..." I paused again and smiled at Tracy, but hurriedly continued when it looked like she would throw something at me, "how would you like a birthday party?"
"But... but..." then the idea sunk in and she exploded, "Yeah!!!"
"I guess you like the idea?" I asked grinning. Tracy just attacked me, she jumped onto my lap and tried to hug and kiss me to death (what a way to go).

We spent some time that evening talking out the idea. Tracy wanted a fancy dress party, and her new friends would be invited, along with a few others from her class. Then all I had to do was convince Janet to allow it.

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