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Little Lita
by Deacon Blues (deacon_blues@cox.net)

***

I lived in a lower middle class community, with some 
rather troubled neighborhood kids. (Mf, ped, cheat)

***

Her name was Lita, she was a neighbor's daughter until 
her worthless father got himself thrown in jail and her 
'step-mom' ditched him for a prick who could be around 
a bit more.

I suppose I should explain how the situation at the 
'two-story house' was. I live on a street that has 
mostly cheap, clapboard homes, built during the early 
50's when all the soldiers coming home from the war 
needed homes for their new families. These old houses 
were originally identical little cracker boxes, but 
over the intervening fifty years, they have become 
rather unique, as each successive owner or renter has 
added or modified this or that.

The 'two story house' was the result of a lawsuit, 
wherein a man won a reasonably large settlement against 
an employer. He added a second story to his home and 
had it sided in wood shingles. That man never found 
another job in this small town again, but that seemed 
to not phase them in the least. The couple was old now, 
and today they live in that home, with their eldest 
daughter and her endless train of worthless boyfriends.

Until recently, she had been shacking up with Lita's 
dad. When the relationship was disintegrating, the kids 
were, naturally, caught in the middle of it. They 
weren't really bad kids, just never had any guidance. 
The general suspicion is that the dad was a crack chef, 
his being thrown in jail sort of supports that theory.

Well, while he was in jail, the step mom and the grand 
parents pretty much treated Lita and her brother, R.J. 
like hammered shit. They would ignore them unless they 
needed an errand run or something like that then hunt 
them down and send them off to do their bidding. They 
constantly called them names and 'threw them out' 
regularly.

Lita began to find solace in our quiet home, where 
myself and my wife, and our two daughters live. We're 
not wealthy, by any stretch of the imagination, but our 
household income dwarfs their own, and we actually tend 
to pay our bills on time, which beat the hell out of 
their home with no gas or electric and only had water 
because the city uses unsecured water main switches.

She would come over every Friday and sleep on our couch 
at night, not leaving until Sunday, and then only 
because she needed to go to school Monday. On three day 
weekends, she would stay all three days.

As I said, she wasn't a 'bad' kid, but she did have her 
share of issues. She was a tramp as I mentioned, and 
regularly hooked up with neighborhood boys for trysts, 
and wasn't particularly picky about who or where. 

She also used drugs, not frequently, but enough that it 
made us uncomfortable. She was reasonably cute, and had 
a very nice ass. She could use some maintenance, like a 
good scrubbing, and a visit to a beautician to trim up 
her rather wild hair.

After a visit to the bathroom together with my wife for 
some reason or another, my wife found that, oddly, she 
shaved her beaver. Which is not particularly common 
among girls that young, I should think. She also wore 
almost exclusively thong underwear, which I would never 
allow a daughter of mine to wear at that age.

The had discovered my wife's closet, and some of the 
nicer clothes that my wife had there. My wife didn't 
mind her 'dressing up' in her old clothes. Lita 
especially liked the sexier outfits my wife had, like 
short dresses, or the ones with see-through panels or 
cut-outs. My wife had put on some weight since the 
birth of our two children, and was uncomfortable 
wearing her skimpier clothes. But they fitted Lita like 
a glove.

Lita would roam our house wearing these revealing 
clothes, and caused me no end of consternation. My wife 
cautioned me about 'messing with her.' And I was a good 
boy. Though she did say looking was fine, since there 
wasn't much that could be done about me seeing her.

The young lady also liked to use our computers. She, 
naturally, had no internet access or even a computer at 
home, and loved to email school friends and family far 
off. She also chatted on Yahoo, chat, enjoying flirting 
with boys in the teen chat rooms. That was probably the 
start of the trouble.

Our master bedroom was one of those modified parts of 
one of these cheap homes, and it ran off of, of all 
places, the dining room. The dining room had become our 
computer room, with a huge wall-unit with three 
computers on it. My wife worked weekends, and would 
leave at six am, leaving me to deal with Lita alone 
until two.

I awoke one morning and poked my head out of the room. 
Lita was using the computer, and I thought little of 
that, it had become routine. However, when I came out 
of the bedroom, she jumped and looked very shaken. I 
said "Good morning."

"Um... Good morning, Mark." She replied. Her face 
blushing. She was blanking out the computer screen as 
fast as she could, but I saw that she had the photo 
software open, along with her ubiquitous Yahoo chat 
screen. She was wearing one of my wife's dresses, a 
black one, with a frilly skirt and low cut front and a 
back that was virtually nonexistent.

I pointed ignored her using the picture software and 
moved down the long wall-unit to my work station, and 
started my computer. While it went through it's boot-up 
routine, I asked Lita. "Have you eaten?" The girl was 
almost always famished, and we fed her most weekends.

"No." She said. "Well, some Doritos, but not any real 
food." She gave me a charming smile. She really was 
quite cute. About five foot two, and maybe weighed one-
ten. She had light brown hair and brown eyes, and if 
she had a bad feature, it was her nose, which was 
somewhat bulbous. Overall, though, she was very 
attractive, and not at all hard to look at.

I made some oatmeal and fed the four of us in the 
house, my daughters, Lita and myself. My daughters were 
five and three, and pretty much had their own agenda of 
running about, watching cartoons, and popping in and 
out of the computer room to see what was going on 
before disappearing again into the rest of the house.

Lita ate the oatmeal like she hadn't eaten in several 
days, which may just be the case, given the spotty 
parenting going on in her own home. I said "There's a 
bit more in the pot, if you want." Without hesitation, 
she bolted for the kitchen and reloaded her bowl.

She was a typical twenty-first century teen, which is 
to say, she almost never said "Thank you." She came 
back to the computer and inhaled the second bowl. I 
then took our bowls back to the sink, knowing that the 
oatmeal would turn into concrete if left unrinsed.

I sat at my computer and she to my wife's. The 
computers were on a home network, and they were set to 
share all drives and peripherals. I wanted to know what 
she had been up to with the photo software. My wife's 
computer has a webcam hooked to it. I looked through 
the picture files on her hard drive, finally locating a 
folder that was very new. Opening it I was staring at a 
picture of Lita, sitting with her legs over the arms of 
my wife's computer chair, and her cunt clearly visible. 
She was smiling at the camera, and holding the labia 
open with two fingers.

She did indeed shave down there, as reported by my 
wife. Her long legs were draped artistically over the 
arms and she was wearing the dress she wore now, 
sitting down the wall-unit from me. I closed the 
picture and looked down to her work station. Her thong 
was peeking from beneath the cubby beneath my wife's 
monitor stand.

I opened another picture, and this one showed her 
standing, with the mini-dress hiked over her head, and 
revealing her entire, very nice, body. She had small, 
but nicely shaped breasts, with small, pointed nipples, 
and her shaven snatch made her look like a big-titted 
twelve year old. There were half a dozen more pictures 
like that, then one showing my wife giving me head. It 
was one from back when we played with the camera, Lita 
must have saved it to her file by accident. She had 
been looking at our old dirty pictures.

I had to say something. I didn't want this girl pulling 
something that would get me or my wife, or both of us 
in deep shit. "Look, Lita, we need to talk." I said 
down the desk to her. She looked up, her focus on the 
chat channel broken.

"What is it?" She asked, and stood up to walk to my 
desk. When she unfolded her long legs from beneath 
herself, I caught sight of her shaven pubic mound and 
her small pussy lips beneath. She walked to me and 
looked at my screen, where she was standing with the 
dress over her head.

"Oh, shit." She said, blushing and trying to stifle a 
giggle. "Sorry."

"I can't have this stuff on our computers, Lita." I 
said. "It's kiddy porn, you know, technically." I 
explained, looking up at her.

Her face grew serious. "Really?" She said. "Why?" She 
looked at the picture, "I'm not really a kid."

I said. "Obviously." Looking at the screen. She giggled 
at that. I looked at her again. "I mean, you're 
seriously a little hottie, but this stuff is bad news."

"I just wanted to show off." She said, looking somewhat 
glum now.

"And, about this." I clicked on the picture of my wife 
with my dick in her mouth. "I'm not really sure you 
looking at that is a good idea either."

She looked at the picture. "Is that your dick?" She 
said, her eyes wide. "I saw it and liked it, but didn't 
know who Nancy was sucking in it for sure."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, its mine." I said. "Look, 
you're kinda young..."

"It's big." She said, interrupting me. She was smiling 
as she looked at the picture. "I didn't know you were 
that big, Mark."

"It's not a big deal. I'm not really that big, really." 
I said. "I'm just a bit larger than average, actually, 
six and a half or seven inches, depending on the mood." 
Then I shook my head. "That's not the point though." I 
said, angry that she sidetracked me so easily.

She looked toward my shorts. "That sounds pretty big to 
me." She said, smiling. She had a gleam in her eyes 
that I'd never seen on her. "Okay. I won't look at your 
dirty pictures any more, or take any more of myself." 
She said, looking a bit pouty. "If you show me your 
dick."

I sat a moment, stunned. "Um. I don't. No. I can't do 
that."

"Either that or you'll have to stop letting me come 
over, or I'll keep taking pictures of myself and 
looking at yours." She said, delivering an ultimatum 
which she couldn't really do much with, but still not 
exactly pleasant to me.

"Why?" I asked. "Why do you want to see my dick?"

She smiled. "It's bigger than any I've seen, I just 
want to see it up close."

"I thought you had been with several boys already." I 
said, looking askance at her.

Lita nodded. "I have." She said, "But none of them were 
big except one, and he wasn't AS big." She held her 
fingers against the computer monitor, measuring my 
girth. "Yours is much thicker looking." I guess she 
decided to sweeten the deal. "If you let me look at it 
for a while, I'll take this dress off, and you can look 
at me." She said, pulling up the hem a few inches 
suggestively.

I sighed. This wasn't going very well at all. I had a 
raging hard on now, just from trying to talk about this 
stuff, and looking at the picture of her on my computer 
didn't help. I said, "I don't think that would be a 
good idea, definitely not."

She lifted the hem slightly higher, her tiny cunt was 
just barely peeking from beneath it. She looked down at 
me with all the seductive face a fourteen year old can 
muster. "Please?" She said, "I promise, I won't tell 
anyone."

She saw my will break. Apparently, all girls know when 
they've broken a man, no matter the age difference. She 
smiled sweetly and stepped back, giving me room to 
stand.

I said. "We need to go into my room, so the kids don't 
see." She nodded and walked into my wife's an my 
bedroom, grabbing the hem of her dress as she walked 
and lifting it over her head, and tossing it on the 
floor inside the room.

I walked in behind her and closed the door. She was 
sitting on the bed, and scooted her bare ass up until 
she was fully on the bed, then she laid down, and 
spread her legs a little, holding her head up with her 
hands behind her back. "Your turn." She said, smiling.

I looked at her long, slim body and her bare pussy, and 
her small, perky tits. Then looked at her cute face, 
and the lecherous smile on it. Nervously, I unfastened 
by belt and let my shorts fall to the floor. Her eyes 
widened as my cock was released and bounced forward. 
"My God, Mark." She said, gasping. She sat up and onto 
the edge of the bed, she leaned forward, and looked at 
it.

"See, it's not that big." I said, a if I had just 
vindicated myself. 

She looked up at me with wide eyes. "Bullshit." She 
said, and reached out and took hold of my cock. Her 
small hand was cool on my shaft, and I felt her fingers 
encircle me.

"Uh. We didn't say anything about touching." I said, 
though I made no motion to pull away.

She grinned maliciously. "We didn't say anything about 
this either." She said to me, and leaned forward and 
wrapped her soft lips around the head of my pole. Her 
hand started stroking the shaft at that same moment, 
and I groaned.

"Lita." I said. "Oh, my God." She looked up at me, her 
large brown eyes smiling.

She let my cock pop out of her mouth with a gasp. Her 
small hand kept stroking the shaft itself. "You are way 
thick, Mark." She said gasping for air. "I can't 
breathe around it." I looked down to see her smiling up 
at me, panting, and at my rock-hard boner, wet with her 
slobber down half it's length. "I can't make it go down 
my throat, either, sorry." She said, then took it into 
her mouth again.

I put my hands on the back of her head and started to 
just go ahead and enjoy the feeling of her young, soft 
lips engulfing me. I then reached down, and fondled her 
small breasts, which caused her to moan, and push out 
her chest to force more contact. 

Finally, I said, "Unless you want me to come in your 
mouth, you need to stop." She did, letting my cock pop 
out of her mouth loudly. She stopped stroking it, too 
and scooted back onto the bed. She sat, smiling at me 
as she patted the bed beside her.

"You can come in my mouth, but not yet." She said. "I'm 
not on control or anything, so you can't come in me." 
She said, as I crawled onto the bed and kissed her 
thigh. She spread her legs wide for me, and I kissed up 
her soft, smooth leg. I reached her crotch and buried 
my face into her small pubic area. My tongue dove into 
her tight little slit and my nose onto her clit. 

She grunted and pushed up to meet my face. "I hoped you 
liked to do that, some boys don't." She said as I 
lapped at her cunt and clit. She started humping up and 
down against my mouth, grinding her clit over my front 
teeth. "And you do it really good." She gasped between 
breaths.

I stopped lapping and looked up at her. "I like doing 
it quite a bit, Lita." I said, then let her hands push 
me back into position. When a girl grabs your head and 
starts to direct, you're doing well, and they want 
better. She didn't come though, after another minute or 
so of eating her out, she pulled on my head, lifting me 
upward. I was above her now on my knees. My cock hung 
down like a pendulum. She giggled at it and took a 
playful swipe at it.

I laid down on her, and felt the wet at her entrance 
with my shaft. She accepted my weight, and put her arms 
around my neck. "You can fuck me, but don't come inside 
me." She said. "Please." She said again, suddenly, she 
had manners, I noted distantly.

I lifted my pelvis up and said. "You aim." She looked 
kind of confused for a moment, then reached down 
between us and took hold of my cock. I started to push 
forward, and felt the soft folds of her labia forming 
to the head of my cock. She let go and put her hand 
back onto my neck. Slowly, I slipped into her, inch 
upon inch deeper into her tender young cunt. She was no 
virgin, and I didn't have to be particularly careful, 
so I just enjoyed sinking into her tight hole.

She apparently was enjoying it too, for when I had 
gotten to within two inches of fully burying myself 
into her, she thrust her hips upward quickly and took 
my last bit. Her legs folded over my back, just above 
my ass. And she pulled with them urgently. I started 
pumping into her, she groaned deep in her throat, and 
looked up at me with intensely staring eyes. "I've... 
never... had... a... man... in... me... before." She 
said between thrusts.

I looked down at her in surprise. "No?" I said.

She shook her head. "Just... the... boys... around... 
here." She said her pelvis was now meeting every thrust 
I made, she had matched my speed, and we were really 
cooking now. The springs on the bed started to squeak 
as I drove deeper into her, and her groans gained 
volume. Her young cunt was milking me like a little 
mouth, and I could feel her muscles within tensing up. 
She ripped an orgasm shortly after that, her arms and 
legs and spine locking up and making my thrusting 
difficult, but I pushed through it, and she kept coming 
for almost half a minute.

Finally, despite my continuing fucking, she relaxed. 
"Oh... God... that... was... nice," she said.

I slowed and then stopped. Still fully inside her. She 
reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck again, 
and lifted herself off the bed and kissed me, 
passionately. "You are as good as your wife says." She 
said, nuzzling my neck.

I must have had a very confused look on my face. "Huh?" 
I added to confirm that I was, indeed, confused. "My 
wife, what?"

She giggled. "Nancy said you were a really good fuck." 
She said, grinding her pelvis in a little circle. "She 
even gave me permission to fuck you. She said it was 
better than you doing it and her not knowing about it."

I was stunned. "She what?" I said, pulling my still 
half-hard cock from her grasping cunt. "She said this 
was okay?"

Lita nodded. "Yes, I swear." She said, reaching for my 
cock with her hand, and pulling on it, stroking it. She 
sat up and twisted around, to put her face near my 
rehardening pole. "She just told me to not get knocked 
up." She concluded and took me into her soft mouth 
again. I grabbed her head and started pumping into her 
mouth, like I was fucking her again. She let loose with 
her hand and let me do it. She turned her eyes up to me 
and watched my expression. I was driving myself deeper 
into her small mouth than before and she gagged once. I 
pulled out and she gasped for air a moment, then took 
the knob of my head back between her lips.

She invited me to fuck her face by grabbing my hips 
with both hands and pulling me into her mouth. So I 
started thrusting again. Finally, my own orgasm burst 
out inside me, and my come started spurting into her 
waiting mouth. She made a short, startled sound and 
started swallowing. 

After a few moments, I was spent, and my flaccid cock 
dropped from her lips. She rolled over and took a drink 
of water from my wife's nightstand. She shook her head 
after that and said. "I really don't like the taste of 
come that much," she commented. "But you guys seem 
determined to make it go somewhere inside us girls," 
she giggled. 

"My wife said we could do this?" I asked again. "You're 
serious?"

"Yes, but she said not to talk about it, she said she'd 
get jealous if we actually bought it up much." She sat 
back on the bed and touched my now soft dick. "She said 
if we tell anyone else, she'll divorce you and have you 
thrown in jail, too. Sorry." She confided. "I promise I 
won't tell anyone else about it." Then she smiled 
brightly. "I enjoyed it too much to want to stop."

We had sex a few more times before her dad got out of 
jail and her, her brother, and her dad moved out of 
town. Last I heard, he had lost custody, and she was 
living in a sort of orphanage. She sent us a letter and 
in a special sealed letter-within-a-letter to me, she 
reminded me of our secrecy, and said she still wasn't 
going to tell anyone. My wife knew what the secret 
letter said, and she just acted like it wasn't there.

I'm not sure why my wife allowed that to happen, or why 
she didn't mind. It seemed to have no effect on us, 
other than maybe a bit more sex on our part, as 
thinking of Lita occasionally made me hornier. Finally, 
I asked her about it.

She looked a bit exasperated. "I know what a slut you 
were, Mark, before we met." She said. "And I knew how 
hard keeping your hands off a horny teenager would be." 
She kept going. "I know how hard they are to resist."

She bit her lip and touched my head. "Please forgive 
me, Mark, but I fucked her brother, just a few times, 
but it happened." I looked at my wife. "RJ?" I asked.

She nodded, then smiled. "His attention was just too 
much a turn on, to know a teenager wanted me just made 
me horny as a goat." She said. "It was over before you 
and Lita started up. But I wanted to set things even, 
so I gave Lita, who had a little crush on you, 
permission to do it, if she wanted."

I hugged my wife. I am not a jealous man, and would 
have forgiven her easily. R.J. was a really good 
looking boy, the kind that runs around without a shirt, 
because he has an awesome chest. My wife reports that 
he's pretty well endowed, too, though thinner than me. 
Like I said, I would have forgiven her with just the 
admission, but with the added bonus of nailing that 
charming little girl, I had to. We've started having a 
lot more sex, lately, though. 

I did some math recently, counting the six years we've 
been married, and the year and a half we courted before 
marriage, I concluded that it was just over seven years 
when we fucked those two kids. I guess that was the 
itch, and we'd scratched it well. Now, maybe it'll be a 
while before we feel it again.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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