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Good Neighbors
by Big B. (address withheld)

***

The preteen girl next door wants to make, a business 
deal with her adult male neighbor. She wants to steal 
the affection of her older sister's boyfriend and wants 
the neighbor man to teach her all about sex so she'll be 
able to seduce the boyfriend. (M/g, ped, 1st, mast, 
cons)


***

I didn't think much of the doorbell ringing that 
afternoon. I work out of my apartment and Federal 
Express and UPS are constant interruptions. To my 
surprise, one of the neighbor girls was there, in her 
school uniform with a backpack full of school books.

"Can I come in Mr. Abernathy?" she asked shyly. "I 
forgot my key and mom won't be home 'til six."

I pushed the door open. Great, another interruption. I 
was never going to finish my project. "Sure. Make 
yourself at home," I lied. 

"When's your sister going to be home?" I knew these 
girls, this one was Roxanne, a twelve-year old brunette 
nymphet who was just starting to grow little breasts on 
her tiny little torso. The other one, Jodi, was 
seventeen, blonde, and stacked.

"She's off with her boyfriend, Gary," Roxanne said, 
tossing her book bag on the couch. 

"Oh. Well I've got a lot of work to do. Maybe you can do 
some homework while I get back to my paperwork." I felt 
sorry for her. I was too abrupt. If her sister had 
stopped by I would have paid lots of attention to her. 
"Do you want something to drink?"

"Have any soda?" She flopped down on the couch, putting 
her feet on the coffee table. I could see white 
underwear as her plaid skirt parted. I averted my eyes. 
She was only twelve.

I returned from the kitchen with her drink. She had 
taken off her uniform jacket, but her face was still 
red. She must have run up the stairs. 

"What size shoes do you wear Mr. Abernathy?" she asked.

"That's a strange question," I said. I was both self-
conscious and proud of my feet. Although I'm only six 
feet tall, I wear size fourteen shoes. I told her the 
size.

"Fourteen is good," she said. 

I smiled, puzzled, and went back to my desk.

"Mr. Abernathy," she said, before I could even pick up a 
piece of paper. "I have a business deal for you." 

I turned my head toward her. What business deal could a 
pigtailed child have? Did she want to sell me Girl Scout 
cookies? Why did I let her in?

"You see," she said, standing up and brushing wrinkles 
from her blouse, "I'm mad at my sister, so I want to get 
back at her. She broke the antique clock that Mom got 
from her grandmother and I got blamed for it. So I'm 
going to get her back."

"Roxanne, I have work to do. If you don't mind...." 

"I'm almost finished," she said. "You see, Jodi really 
likes her boyfriend, Gary, and, well, he is kind of 
cute. I want to take him away from her. I know she won't 
let him screw her. All she does is give hand jobs and I 
think he wants more."

I had seen Gary around. He was also seventeen. Of course 
he wanted more than handjobs.

"Yesterday I told Gary he could do whatever he wanted 
with me, but he said no."

I almost told her that she was way too young to be 
thinking such thoughts and that Gary had the right idea. 
Instead, I wanted to see where she went with this idea.

"He laughed at me at first. Then he told me he was too 
big for me and he'd never fit inside me. I asked him why 
he thought that and he said because he had a really big 
dick and you could tell because he has size twelve feet. 
I think he was trying to scare me away or something. But 
I came up with an idea. You see, I remember seeing you 
around the building and noticing how big your feet were, 
so I figured you must be really big. You could stretch 
me out first, then he wouldn't have any excuse. Y'know? 
I can pay you my lunch money."

By the time she had finished saying all this, she was 
standing right next to me as I sat at my desk. The top 
two buttons of her plain, white dress shirt were undone 
and I could see a little of her chest. She was too small 
to have any cleavage. 

"I don't think this is a good idea," I started, but she 
shut me up by leaning forward and kissing me lightly on 
the lips.

"The least you could do is show me how to kiss."

Even though she was twenty-two years younger than I, I 
thought the idea wasn't too bad. Who would if faced with 
such a situation? I kissed her, parting her lips with my 
tongue and gently stroking hers. She pulled away for a 
second, maybe she didn't know about French kissing, but 
she quickly got into the pleasure of it and kissed 
harder. Our tongues explored and entwined and I tasted 
cherry cola in her mouth.

The kiss continued and she leaned against me. I put my 
arms around her and put her on my lap, still convinced I 
was going to tell her to abandon this crazy idea. When I 
lifted her I realized how little she was. I was 
definitely going to tell her to stop when the kiss was 
over.

Roxanne had a different idea, however. She shifted her 
weight, landing her ripe little rump on my swiftly 
growing penis. Somehow my hand was on one of her tiny 
little tits. It was small, firm, and the nipple was 
already hard. I could feel her heart beating rapidly.

"I'm ready for it," she said, when the kiss ended. 
Unable to stop myself, I unbuttoned her blouse. She wore 
a training bra that hooked in the back. I removed her 
shirt, but left the bra on, kissing between her little 
breasts. 

Picking her up I cradled her like an infant. She only 
weighed about eighty pounds. With ease I carried her to 
the bedroom. I gently put her on the bed and tugged off 
her plaid skirt. Her underwear came with it and I saw 
some light, silky hairs beginning to grow over her plump 
little mons. I couldn't resist. I bent down and licked 
her there. I could feel her squirm as I tongued the 
moist little cleft of her cunt lips. She tasted fresh 
and sweet, like honeysuckle smelled. I reached up, 
closing a hand over one of her breasts, again feeling 
her erect nipple and beating heart.

The different sensations of my tongue and my hand on 
flesh that had never been stimulated quickly sent this 
little girl--this almost woman, into a frantic orgasm. 
She beat her little fists against the bed, then grabbed 
my hair and pulled me harder against her. From deep 
within her, she shuddered--her first orgasm.

I lay down next to her, my hand on her small stomach, 
which still shook with the final spasms of her orgasm.

The pressure of my dick inside my jeans was almost 
excruciating. I unzipped and pulled them off. Another 
motion and my shirt was gone. We were naked, except for 
Roxanne's training bra, which I had designs for.

Gently I kissed her. She had recovered from cumming and 
was eager to learn more. I pulled down her bra and two 
small tits poked out. Her little nipples peeked out, 
ready for my mouth. I complied with their unspoken 
request and (while I put on a lubricated condom) tongued 
her little buds until her hips started bucking again. 
Grabbing her training bra, I pulled her up into a 
kneeling position, hauling her on top of me as I lay on 
my back. 

She got the idea and straddled me, ready to insert my 
eight and a half inches. I knew she wanted to ram me in 
eagerly, but I was afraid of hurting her. Not only am I 
long, I'm extraordinarily thick--that shoe size myth was 
correct in my case, I was proud for a reason. I knew I 
could rip something in her.

"Slowly," I cautioned. She understood. With one hand on 
her chest and the other holding my organ, I lined myself 
up. She slid over the tip of my penis with a gasp, 
forcing herself down as far as my hand, which I held 
around my dick to keep her from sliding all the way down 
it on her first thrust.

"Hold it there," I said. She rested for a minute while I 
felt her relax a little. She was tight, a slippery silk 
vise. I could feel her hymen right inside her virgin 
cunt. Once she got used to being stretched like she was 
I could tell she started to enjoy herself. With little 
twists of her hips she ground her pubes against my thumb 
knuckle, which was right under her clit.

The grinding increased and, just before she came again, 
I pulled my hand away, putting both hands on her 
shoulders. Her hymen kept me from fully entering her, so 
I pushed down on her shoulders. I felt the little bit of 
tissue give away as she impaled herself on me. Looking 
down, I saw the outline of the bulge of my monster cock 
push out against her flat little abdomen. The 
combination of pain and pleasure sent her over the brink 
again--this time it was pain, however. She slumped 
forward in a faint. I caught her and lowered her to my 
chest, damning myself for hurting her, but impatient to 
keep going. 

A few seconds later her eyes fluttered open. "Ow," she 
said.

"We can stop," I said. With the tip of her tongue poking 
through her lips she shook her head. I slowly moved her 
the length of my dick. As I pulled out I could see some 
color come to her cheeks. I slowly entered again. The 
pain on her face was visible, but she was determined. I 
made it in all the way again, watching her bite her 
bottom lip to keep from shrieking. Once again I pulled 
slowly out. I grimaced at how tight she was. I would 
have come long before, but her little cunny was so snug 
it was painful. 

We kept this up for a little while until she seemed to 
relax a little. Her breath began to come in short little 
gasps and she started moving her tiny body up and along 
the huge hunk of meat inside her. I dug my fingers hard 
into her ass to help her move. I held myself back until 
I felt her start to tremble in her own orgasm before I 
shot my load. 

"Jesus," I said, after both our bodies stopped 
thrashing. Gently I pulled out and lowered her to the 
bed. I looked her over. She lay next to me, slick with 
sweat and naked except for the much-abused training bra. 
I unhooked that and looked at her. She may have been 
just a girl, but she had the curves of a willowy woman, 
just smaller.

"How did that feel?" I asked her. She kissed me in 
answer.

We cuddled for a little while. In time, I grew hard 
again.

"What all do you want to do to Gary?" I asked. "I can 
teach you all sorts of stuff." 

"I want to do everything," she said. "What can we do 
next?"

The sight of her, twin pigtails against the pillow, her 
cute round face and big eyes looking up at me, little 
nubs that were sensitive breasts growing erect in 
anticipation, were all I needed. I had a raging hard-on 
and wanted to put it in her again. 

"Roll over," I said. She did and I was gifted with the 
view of the roundest, sexiest ass I'd ever seen. I found 
some lubricant in my night table drawer and put a 
generous dollop on my finger. She shivered as I pushed 
my finger into her asshole. I put one finger in, then a 
second.

"Ow," she said, into the pillow. I found her hand and 
put it between her legs. She got the idea and stroked, 
combining her pleasure and pain.

I greased myself up and put the head of my cock against 
her anus. I knew I couldn't push myself all the way in. 
Just the head overstretching the her poor asshole's 
sphincter made her groan with pain. With gentle thrusts 
I was able to get the head of my dick and maybe another 
two inches inside her. She bit the pillow as she moaned 
and frigged herself to orgasm. Unable to restrain myself 
as her tiny ass shook with delight, I blew my wad up 
inside her behind.

We decided she'd have to come back to learn more about 
lovemaking. I didn't charge her her lunch money, but I 
was flattered at the offer.

After two weeks of training she was ready to seduce her 
sister's boyfriend. I had even given her suggestions on 
how to seduce Gary. I would miss the after-school sex, 
but, I rationalized, I was ahead of the game. I had two 
weeks of an experience many guys would give their life 
savings for. I was doing OK.

Occasionally I saw Roxanne in the hallways of the 
building. Once she gave me a thumbs up, which I 
interpreted as success in stealing Gary away from Jodi. 
I smiled, jealous as hell. Then, one day at 2:45 in the 
afternoon, my doorbell rang. It was Jodi, the sexy, 
stacked, older sister. 

"Hi Mr. Abernathy," she said after I invited her in. "I 
have a business deal for you..."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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