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The Little Girl Next Door
by Your Ghost (address withheld)

***

A man discovers that his eight year old neighbor isn't 
as innocent as she looks. (Mg, ped, oral)

***

I'd been keeping an eye on her for almost a year. I 
noticed her right away, the very day I'd moved in, 
while I was carrying stuff into the apartment; she was 
playing with a few friends in the parking lot, picking 
up rocks and throwing them at a tree. An unbelievably 
beautiful little girl, long fine blonde hair, babyish 
face, gemlike blue eyes. Small and thin, but not gawky. 
Her name, I learned, was Brittany, and she was eight 
years old. She was perfect.

In the beginning, though, I didn't have any real plans 
of doing anything to her. The most I had in mind was to 
get a picture of her so I could scan it and put it on 
my computer. I did manage to do this, several times in 
fact; I ended up with a small gallery of pictures, most 
of them surreptitious shots of her playing or walking 
around the apartment complex, two of them of her in her 
bathing suit running around the pool, and two of her 
actually posing for the camera. Those had been taken 
when there was no mommy around.

I was careful to be friendly with her, but not too 
friendly; I didn't want to arouse any suspicions, hers 
or anyone else's, even though I wasn't planning 
anything. But that changed one summer morning, just 
eleven months after I'd moved in. 

I'd been observing her, of course, her and her mom, and 
I was able to figure a few things out: one, Brittany 
was outgoing, headstrong, precocious, and even a little 
bit flirtatious (she apparently learned this from her 
mom, Janet, who was all of these things in spades); 
two, she liked to play house, which most little girls 
do; and three, she liked to be held and cuddled by 
adults, even men. Maybe especially men. 

Janet's brother, who occasionally visited, and her 
numerously successive boyfriends got the benefits of 
this particular trait, whatever those benefits might 
include (and they included a lot in my fantasies), 
although I had never dared to find out if her lonely 
adult male neighbors might also be allowed to enjoy 
them. 

All of these things worked in my favor, but still I 
didn't have the courage to act on any of my desires 
until the aforementioned summer day when everything 
changed. Or, to be more accurate, I discovered how 
different things were from what I thought they were.

It began the previous evening. Janet had been out with 
some guy, leaving Brittany with a very cute young 
babysitter, and she'd arrived home around eleven. 
There'd been a lot of noise, music and laughter (mostly 
Janet giggling), and I noticed her date didn't leave 
until a little after eight the next morning. 

This development by itself was enough to intrigue me, 
but I was also very aware of the fact that, whatever 
they did together in bed the night before, Brittany 
probably knew something about it. I figured that might 
give us a topic to discuss.

The problem was, how to bring up the subject with an 
eight year old girl? So, Brittany, did you see mommy 
getting laid last night? Not the best approach. I knew 
I'd have to start off talking about her mom, bring the 
subject around to the guy who stayed over, but I 
decided not to think too much about it; I'd come up 
with the right idea when I needed it. So the objective 
was to wait until she was outside, playing by herself, 
and strike up a conversation with her.

I didn't have to wait long. By nine Brittany was out in 
the parking lot, picking up rocks and throwing them at 
a tree. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and blue shorts 
and I watched her for about ten minutes, letting my 
eyes wander over her slim girlish legs, her tiny little 
ass, her beautiful face, her little blonde ponytail 
flopping around as she played. 

I couldn't imagine anything better than getting into 
this little girl's pants, and my heart began to beat 
heavily; I wasn't sure I could resist just grabbing her 
and dragging her into the house and having my way with 
her. I wasn't a rapist, but Jesus, she was so gorgeous. 
What if I couldn't control myself? It was difficult to 
say whether or not she'd be worth prison, and besides, 
I didn't want to hurt her.

At ten after nine I made my move. I went out to my 
truck, parked near the back of my apartment, and lifted 
the hood. Brittany noticed me as soon as I came out and 
kept a curious eye on me as I got into the cab, brought 
out a quart of oil and a funnel, and began pouring it 
into the engine. When I was done with the oil I tossed 
it in the trash bin, then went to the back of the truck 
and opened up the camper. I climbed inside, pretending 
to be busy moving things around, knowing that Brittany 
would soon appear in the doorway; kids can't resist 
things like campers.

I had a shelf nailed to one of the cabinets, designed 
to hold paperback books so I could have something to 
read while I was on vacations. It was stocked mostly 
with porn paperbacks, lurid photos or drawings of naked 
girls on the covers, and I started to rearrange them. 
I'd just picked up Young Hot and Ready when my little 
next door neighbor showed up, a curious look on her 
face as she peered into the dimness of the camper.

"Hi there," I said.

"Hello," she said, cautious and curious at the same 
time. She had her hands clasped together, right in 
front of her denim clad cunt. She had a sweet looking 
crotch. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Planning a trip up to the mountains," I said. "Gonna 
go camping for the weekend."

"Wow. That sounds like fun. Are you gonna fish in the 
lake?"

"I don't fish," I said, looking at the cover of Young 
Hot and Ready. A cute blonde girl, naked, fingering her 
cunt and licking on a lollipop. "But I like to camp. 
And go hiking in the mountains."

"That sounds fun," Brittany said, putting one foot up 
on the bumper. I could tell she wanted to come in, but 
I wasn't going to invite her yet. I wanted to see if 
she would be bold enough to come in on her own.

"Your mom ever take you camping?" I asked. I put Young 
Hot and Ready in the little bookshelf and took out 
Clarissa Takes It All. A picture of another blonde 
girl, this one looking about fourteen, naked and 
sucking on a cock. That would work. Too bad Clarissa 
didn't look more like Brittany.

"Nope," Brittany said. She stood up on the bumper on 
one foot, then dropped back down to the ground. Her 
ponytail flopped around behind her lovely head. "She 
doesn't like to go anywhere but the bar."

"Yeah, she likes that place, doesn't she?"

"She gets her boyfriends there."

I laughed and said, "You make it sound like she goes 
shopping for them."

"She does, I guess," Brittany said. She stepped up onto 
the bumper again, but stayed there this time, wobbling 
to keep her balance. "She always says she's gonna go 
look for a man to bring home. She always hopes they 
have money to spend."

I put Clarissa Takes It All back in the bookshelf and 
climbed up into the sleeping compartment, sat on the 
edge with my legs dangling. Above the bookshelf was a 
poster I'd taken out of a magazine, an eight by eleven 
picture of a naked girl sucking on a cock. I wondered 
if little Brittany was going to get a chance to see it.

"What do you think your mom does with those men when 
she brings them home?" I asked. Taking a chance, of 
course. The first true step.

Brittany shrugged nonchalantly as she looked at my tiny 
camping stove and said, "She has sex with them."

Okay, that was good. Unexpected, but good.

"She has sex with them?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sex, sex, sex. My mom is always having sex."

"Wow. What do you think of that, Brittany?"

Brittany shrugged her shoulders and looked around at 
the rest of the camper, careful, it seemed, not to look 
at me directly.

"She's a big person, so I guess it's okay." She took a 
step inside the camper, touched the tiny refrigerator.

"That's my fridge," I told her. "I have soda pops in 
there. Do you want one?"

Brittany looked at me and nodded.

"Go ahead and grab one, then."

She smiled and thanked me, stepped inside the camper 
and opened the refrigerator. She looked over her 
choices before deciding on a seven up.

"Go ahead and have a seat if you want," I told her, 
motioning to the benches on either side of the small 
table in the center of the camper. Brittany obediently 
sat down, set her soda on the table. She only let it 
stay there for two seconds before she picked it up and 
drank a little more. 

She was so beautiful, with her round little face and 
big eyes, her tiny upturned nose and pouty lips, her 
long fine golden hair. She was going to be a 
heartbreaker when she got older. Then again, she could 
be a heartbreaker any minute now, if I had my way.

"So, your mom is always having sex, huh?" I said. "How 
do you know that?"

"She talks about it all the time," Brittany replied. 
"She always says how much she likes it, and stuff. Plus 
I can hear her doing it. You know, making noises and 
stuff."

"You've never seen her doing it?"

"Yeah, I've seen her a couple times." Brittany took 
another swallow of her soda, amazingly casual.

"What did you see?" I asked, my cock starting to get 
hard.

Brittany shrugged and said, "Just her boyfriends on top 
of her, doing it to her. That was a couple times. And 
once I saw her giving one of her boyfriends head."

"Giving him head?" I repeated, surprised. "You know 
what giving head means?"

"Yeah. That's where you put his dick in your mouth and 
suck on it till he comes."

"Wow, Brittany," I said. The little girl knew way more 
than your average eight year old knew, and the question 
now wasn't where to go with the conversation but how 
fast to go. I considered just asking her, How about 
giving me head? but I figured that might be just a bit 
too fast. "You sure know a lot for such a little girl. 
How do you know all that?"

"I told you, my mom talks about it all the time," she 
said, then took another drink of her soda. She seemed 
defensive all of a sudden, as if she was aware that she 
knew more than she should. There was something she 
wasn't telling me, and I immediately suspected that one 
of her mom's "boyfriends" had gotten to her.

I climbed down from the bunk and sat on the bench 
across from her. Brittany was just about done with her 
soda and I told her she could have another one if she 
wanted, but she declined. I looked closely at her.

"You know, Brittany," I said, my voice low and 
confidential, "I like you. You're a very nice girl. I 
kind of like to think that maybe we're friends, you 
know?"

Brittany shrugged and said, "Yeah, we're friends."

"Well, since we're friends, I figure you could probably 
tell me if there was, you know, something wrong. Maybe 
with one of your mom's boyfriends?"

"Well," Brittany said, mimicking my posture at the 
table by resting her elbows on it and leaning toward 
me, "there's nothing really wrong with them, I guess. 
They seem okay most of the time, except sometimes they 
hit my mom or call her names. But most of them are nice 
to her, and to me."

"What about the ones who aren't nice, Brittany? Do they 
ever hurt you?"

Do they ever put their dicks in your mouth and make you 
suck on it until they come?

"No, they don't hurt me," Brittany replied. Damn. 
"Sometimes they don't like me very much, because I'm a 
kid, but most of the time they like me. And some of 
them even wanna do the same things."

"The same things?" I asked. Did I just hit paydirt?

"Yeah. You know, the sex things."

Yes, I did hit paydirt.

"What kind of sex things?" I asked gently.

"Well," Brittany said, looking down at her nearly empty 
soda, "they don't get on top of me like with my mom. 
Except one of them, I don't remember his name, he tried 
it but I was too small. It hurt. But they touch me, and 
put their fingers in me, which doesn't hurt, and they 
ask me to give them head."

Wow. Maybe I should have asked her that question.

"How many of these men have asked you to do that?"

"Well, just about all of them ask," Brittany said. She 
took a swallow of her soda, then looked at me. "But I 
tell most of them no. Like that guy who tried to put it 
in me. I only say yes if I like them."

"But you have said yes, Brittany? You've given head to 
some of your mom's boyfriends?"

"Yeah. A couple of them. I liked Steve, and Darrell, 
and Paul. And the other Paul too. He would give me head 
too, which I liked. I gave head to another guy, named 
Mark, but only cause he made me. Mom told him never to 
come back."

Uh oh. A mom who knows that her daughter has been 
molested could be dangerous.

"What happened? Did she catch him hurting you?"

Brittany finished her soda before she answered.

"Yeah," she said, "but she didn't kick him out because 
of that. She kicked him out because I told him no and 
he wouldn't stop. Plus he hit her, and Mom thinks he 
probably took money out of her purse."

"You mean," I asked, "your mom knows about what her 
boyfriends do to you?"

"Sure she does," Brittany said, shrugging her shoulders 
like this was just an everyday conversation. And who 
knew? Maybe for her it was. "She says it's okay as long 
as I don't mind doing it, which I don't if it's a guy I 
like."

"Wow," I said, barely able to contain my amazement. My 
cock was hard as a rock now, and straining against my 
jeans. "You mean you like giving your mom's boyfriends 
head?"

"Yeah," Brittany said, and now her lovely face was 
graced with an embarrassed smile. "It's kinda fun, I 
guess. And I got used to the taste, which I didn't like 
at first."

"You don't think it's wrong to do that kind of thing, 
Brittany?" I asked.

"No, but everybody else does," she replied, her smile 
disappearing and her voice resuming that defensive tone 
I'd heard earlier. "They tell us at school that it's 
wrong and everything, and I guess it is. Lots of girls 
don't wanna do it and Mom says if you don't want to 
then nobody should make you. But I kinda like it. 
That's why I have to keep it a secret, cause if they 
found out I liked it then they would put my mom and me 
in jail. And the guys I do it with too."

"That's a good idea," I said, "keeping it a secret. But 
Brittany, you told me. You're not afraid that I'll tell 
on you?"

"No. Cause you're a friend and I like you. Plus I 
figure that probably you wanna do it with me, and you 
don't wanna go to jail, do you?"

"Absolutely not," I said, convinced now that this was 
just a dream I was having, an astoundingly vivid dream 
derived from my fondest fantasies. Either that or God 
was giving me special dispensation.

Brittany shrugged and said, "So, I guess we can do it, 
then."

"Okay," I said. I didn't have to be told twice. Hell, 
telling me once was pretty much unnecessary.

I got up from the table and closed the door to the 
camper, then turned to face Brittany. She was sitting 
there with her hands in her sweet little lap, looking 
back at me.

"Do you wanna give me head too?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Goody," she said, smiling. "I like it when boys do 
that."

Brittany took off her top, revealing her sexless eight 
year old chest, then stood up and undid the fly on her 
shorts. I couldn't do anything but watch as she pulled 
the zipper down, then slid her shorts down her thin 
smooth legs. She was wearing white cotton panties with 
tiny pink flowers on them, which came off right after 
the shorts did. She stood there, a darling little 
nymphette naked, and looked around the camper.

"Where am I gonna lay down?" she asked, then noticed 
the bunk above the cab. "Oh." She climbed up onto the 
bed and laid down on her back and looked down at me. 
"Okay," she said.

Wow, this little thing was definitely ready. If the 
jury that was quite possibly in my future could see her 
eagerness, they'd acquit me in a heartbeat.

I tried to do everything slowly, to stay calm and not 
screw up this incredible opportunity. I started by 
taking off my shoes and socks, then my shirt. I tossed 
them on the floor, then carefully climbed up onto the 
bunk and laid down next to the beautiful naked eight 
year old in my bed. She was looking up at me, a kind of 
blank expression on her face. I touched her round, 
smooth cheek, kissed her lightly on the lips. Brittany 
didn't move.

"Are you okay?" I asked, thinking she might have gotten 
suddenly afraid.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm just waiting for you to give me 
head."

She wasn't just eager, she was getting insistent.

"Don't worry," I said, laughing a little, "I'll get to 
that."

I kissed her again, and let my fingers glide down her 
neck, over her shoulder and collarbone, then over her 
chest. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that one 
of her hands had found its way to her little cunt, and 
she was slowly rubbing a finger back and forth over it. 
I wondered if she masturbated, if she was able to 
achieve orgasm while doing it, and if someone had 
taught her how to do that or if she'd just figured it 
out on her own, but I didn't ask any of these 
questions; I was with her, let's get this show on the 
road.

I began kissing her body, following the path my hand 
had taken, down her neck and over her shoulder and 
collarbone, down her chest. I kissed and licked her 
stomach and heard her sigh. As I kissed her my hand 
traveled further down, sliding over her hip and down 
her thigh. When I did this, Brittany opened her legs, 
apparently ready for me to get to the real business. 
Signaling to me to stop wasting her time. I decided I 
wouldn't disappoint her.

I moved down between her legs until my face was right 
above her little cunt. It was the most beautiful cunt 
I'd ever seen, two smooth bare lips of flesh, pinkish 
and slightly swollen, a deep cleft between them. 
Immediately, the image of my cock sliding into that 
tight young crevice entered my mind and I had to push 
it away; she wasn't ready for that, at least not yet. 
First things first, I told myself.

I licked her, tracing my tongue along the sweet line of 
her cunt, from bottom to top. Brittany didn't display 
any reaction at first, but the more I did it the more 
she began to enjoy it. I licked her just like I would 
lick an adult cunt, sliding my tongue all over, digging 
in between the hairless lips, nudging her little clit 
out of its hiding place. This really got Brittany's 
attention, and as I licked and sucked on it she began 
to moan and move her hips. 

I increased my efforts, savoring the taste of her young 
cunt, appreciating her excited response. I was a little 
surprised, not thinking that such a young girl could 
enjoy sex so much, but obviously she was liking it a 
lot. She liked it even more when I took her little 
nubbin between my lips and nibbled on it while I slid 
my finger inside of her. 

It slipped in much easier than I'd expected, and I 
realized that I hadn't been the first one to fingerfuck 
this little girl. Most likely one of the Pauls she'd 
mentioned earlier. It didn't matter; I was the one 
doing it now, and she was gasping and squirming beneath 
me, her little hips moving up and down, her baby cunt 
getting all warm and moist.

I thought again about fucking her, knew I could just 
climb on top of her and hold her down while I forced it 
in, but once again I resisted the idea; she'd been so 
sweet and trusting, told me I was her friend, had 
practically offered me a blowjob. That was far more 
than I ever could have reasonably expected, so I had to 
count myself lucky for everything I was getting. 

Besides, once her mother found out I'd raped her 
daughter I could start looking forward to new prison 
buddies. So I just continued to lick her as I slid my 
finger in and out of her darling preteen cunt, and 
eventually Brittany's moans and gasps reached their 
peak, her limbs got stiff and her little body trembled 
as she pushed her cunt up to meet my mouth and, holding 
her breath for several seconds, she came. I kept 
licking her until she was done, then kissed her cunt.

"Wow, that was cool," Brittany said, a little bit out 
of breath. "You want me to do you, now?"

"Sure," I said.

I tried not to hurry as I climbed down from the bunk. 
Brittany followed me, and I had her sit down on one of 
the benches. The table in the center was collapsible, 
and I took it down so I would have room to stand in 
front of her. I reached for the fly on my jeans but 
Brittany beat me to it, deftly unfastening the button 
and pulling the zipper down. My cock, hard as titanium, 
popped out at her. She took it in her small soft hands 
and began caressing it and I felt my knees get weak. 

This little girl really did know what she was doing. 
She fondled my cock with the expertise of a girl three 
times her age, sliding her fingers all over the shaft 
and balls, then stroking me from one end to the other 
and back. She kept her lovely blue eyes glued to the 
tip of my cock, as if she were watching out for any 
spontaneous eruptions, which was a real possibility; 
she'd only been stroking me for about ten seconds and 
already I felt close to coming. 

As I watched her I hoped I'd be able to last for at 
least a minute, at least long enough for her to get it 
in her mouth; I was probably being greedy, but like any 
other guy I preferred a blowjob to a handjob.

Brittany might have been reading my mind, or, more 
likely, she'd just had enough experience to know 
better, because she didn't waste too much time. She 
stroked me for only a few more seconds, then closed her 
eyes, leaned forward a little, and brought her mouth 
down over the end of my cock.

The sensation was excruciatingly wonderful, and it only 
got better. Her little mouth was warm and wet, her hand 
soft and gentle as she held the head of my cock with 
her lips and stroked me. I touched the top of her head, 
my fingertips caressing her lovely blonde hair as she 
worked on me. 

She was so beautiful, so perfect, this sweet little 
eight year old girl with her babydoll face and tiny 
nose, my adult cock in her mouth and her young hand 
moving steadily up and down over the length of it. Then 
she moved her lips forward and I felt them, along with 
her tongue, sliding down the shaft. She got about a 
fourth of the way down before the tip of my cock 
touched the back of her little girl's throat, then she 
backed up until her lips were once again ringed around 
the head, then she moved back down. 

She literally sucked on my cock as she slowly bobbed up 
and down, moving her mouth in tandem with her hand. I 
played with her little ponytail, resisting the urge to 
just hold her head and fuck her mouth.

Brittany continued to suck and stroke me for another 
minute or so, until finally I couldn't hold on anymore, 
the sight of her gorgeous little face receiving my cock 
and the sensation of her hand and mouth on me, her 
sweet ponytail bouncing and bobbing on the back of her 
head were too much. 

The pressure had swelled in my balls and suddenly my 
cock was throbbing and pumping and I came. Brittany was 
still stroking me but she'd stopped sucking and was now 
actively swallowing my come as it poured into her young 
mouth. I groaned, unable to believe how good it felt; 
this was without a doubt the best blowjob I'd ever 
gotten, probably would ever get.

As soon as I was done, Brittany took my cock out of her 
mouth, put it back inside my jeans, and zipped me up. 
She cleared her throat and looked up at me.

"Was that okay?" she asked. There was a tiny drop of 
come on her the corner of her mouth and she absently 
wiped it off.

"That was amazing, Brittany," I told her, my voice 
sounding husky and strange. "You did a great job."

Brittany smiled a little and stood up.

"I better get dressed now," she said.

She stood up and started looking around for her 
clothes. I helped her get dressed, neither of us saying 
anything until I was almost finished tying her shoes.

"You know," I said, "we could probably do this again if 
you want." I looked up at her. "Maybe even on a regular 
basis, like once a week or something."

"Okay," Brittany said. "But I should probably ask my 
mom about it. She doesn't like it when I sneak around. 
She says if guys are gonna do me she wants to know 
about it."

That didn't sound good to me, but what choice did I 
have? At least her mom was in on it. And who knew? 
Maybe we could even get a threesome going, me and mom 
and the little girl. Now, that would be sweet.

I finished tying Brittany's shoes, then we both stood 
up and went to the door of the camper. I opened it and 
helped her climb down into the bright afternoon 
sunshine, then watched as she ran off, her little legs 
kicking and her ponytail jumping around. She ran back 
toward her apartment, and just as she reached the door 
I saw Janet looking out at me through her living room 
window. She smiled and waved at me and I returned her 
greeting, looking forward to the long sweet summer 
ahead.

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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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