nighteyes66
01-25-2015, 05:55 AM
Please be nice... this is my first contribution here and I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any errors and mistakes! Original story written by me, and of course completely fictional.
Julie and the neighbor
There she was.
He could see her through the open patio door. Watching TV, sitting cross-legged on the big couch in shorts and an oversized T-shirt, her small feet bare. Blond hair in a pony tail. *Alone, as he had known she would be. Her dad would be gone at least a few more hours. There was no mother. No bothersome siblings either. She was All Alone. His own wife was gone for the whole week, visiting her annoying relatives. He knew it was now or never. He had thought this through, hadn't he? There was very little that could go wrong if he played his cards right, and if things did go wrong... he would simply deny, deny, deny. They had been neighbors for years. The kids had all played together. He had never done anything inappropriate. There couldn't even be the slightest shadow of suspicion on him. Who would believe an attention-seeking little bitch?
No one would.
Still, he hesitated. He couldn't really afford for this to go wrong. But the desire to do it had become so overwhelming, he thought there was no way he could not do it. And he knew he was running out of time. Physically, she was almost a grown up, but mentally - she was still very naive. Her dad was overprotective and didn't seem aware that his little girl was turning into a woman right before his eyes. Surely, he hadn't had THAT talk with her yet. She attended a snooty private Christian girls-only school. He knew his own kids - thankfully, all gone for the summer! - pitied her and made a little bit of fun of her for being so clueless.
But how much longer?
How much longer would little Julie be naive and sheltered enough to believe the whoppers he was about to tell her?
And how many more of these perfect opportunities would come up? His family gone, Julie's dad gone.
And finally the big one. How much longer before little Julie would have a boyfriend? A nasty pimpled little fucker with only one thing in mind?
The thought made him clench his fists. Somehow, sometime, he had started thinking of little Julie as HIS, and he knew that if he wanted to make that happen, it would have to be soon. Today, to be precise. She was ripe for the taking, and would he really allow some dumb skinny teen to lay a claim on this little beauty? That was just wrong. He had wanted her first. And he had waited, and waited. Still his determination was faltering. He knew it was wrong. He knew the consequences could be disastrous.
Yet he couldn't keep his eyes from her. Beautiful, clear skin. Big deep blue eyes. A soft pink little mouth with perfectly shaped lips. Those perky little tits under her shirt, unrestrained by a bra. Actually now that he looked again, they didn't seem that little anymore. She was moving a little, trying to get more comfortable and he couldn't take his eyes off from her. And who could blame him, dammit??? Now she raised her arms, folded both hands behind her head, and stretched. If his cock hadn't already been hard, now it certainly would jump to life.
At that moment, she saw him.
She quickly put her hands down and bent forward a little, shoulders hunched over, as if she was trying to hide something from view. At the same time, one of his hands went up as if he had just been about to knock against the open door, and he put his friendliest neighborly smile on. He saw instant relief in her face. "Hi Steve", she said in her usual cheerful voice. "Dad's not home. He's working late again today."
He hesitated for just one brief moment. She got up, her arms awkwardly crossed in front of her chest, and looked up at him with a little smile. And that did it.
"I'm here to see you, Julie", he said.
"May I come in?"
She bit her lower lip. He knew she wasn't afraid of him - their house had always been open to her, she'd had many meals with them, countless summer barbecues, and the last few months in particular he had tried to win her trust even more. They had laughed plenty together. Playing Frisbee in the garden with the stupid dog. Talking about music and movies. With her, he could still be the cool dad. The cool neighborly friend, he corrected himself. The dad position was taken. What a pity. He didn't think his friend Don did this little princess justice. After all HE knew who she had a crush on, her father certainly didn't. The thought made him smile. He knew that her hesitation probably stemmed from the idea that she would now be stuck making boring conversation with him instead of watching her favorite boyband on TV. With a knowing smile, he let his hand slide into the back pocket of his shorts and pulled out his little gift for her - thank you ebay - a signed photograph of her crush. He handed it to her with a smile. Her girly squeal made his heart jump.
"Oh this is wonderful, thank you!" She pressed it against herself and looked up at him again, beaming. "Yeah I thought you might like it. Now, may I come in?" She laughed and stepped aside to let him in. He gently closed the glass door behind him.
He cleared his throat, and looked at her earnestly. "You know, your dad asked me to do him a favor, and to be honest, I'm feeling a bit weird about it. I think you won't like it that much either - " he let out a sarcastic little laugh - "and in a way I really hate Don for making me do this, but that's what friends are for, right? I thought an autograph of whatshisname? would make this whole thing a little less awkward." He tousled her pony-tailed hair in his usual "we're best buddies!" way, but he could tell that she was a bit nervous now. Then again the way she looked up at him - he knew he only had to smile and she would be all good again. He knew his smile had a way of winning little girls and old ladies.
He looked through the glass door into their garden, wondering if this was safe enough. All he could see, was his own house, where no one was home. This would do. He would love to go to her room but he didn't think she'd take him upstairs.
"Let's sit down sweetie", he said. She did, and again looked up at him with those eyes. He could barely stand that look. For a brief moment he wondered if she would notice the bulge in his pants, but he thought that even if she did, she wouldn't know what it was. He sat down next to her, sighing like a man with a heavy chore to fulfill. "You know in a way, you are a bit like my own daughter", he said. "My kids are really almost grown up but with you, it's still like the old days. I like that a lot." "So do I", she said a bit shyly. "You're fun!" "Yeah we have a lot of fun together", he agreed, and briefly wondered how much time he had to digress into "do you remember when" stories. He decided to skip that and move forward a bit more boldly. She still looked at him trustingly and gratefully, with that cute little princess smile, the card still pressed against her chest. He gently took it out of her hands and put it on the table. He couldn't stand seeing that pimply face pressed against those wonderful tits. His cock felt like it was about to burst.
He forced himself to stare into her eyes with what he hoped was his best "trust me, I'm your friend!" look. He'd practiced that a lot. He remembered that one day, his own teenage daughter, Samantha, had told him and the wife that Julie thought he was "cute". The wife had laughed, he nearly choked on his toast. Samantha had laughed, too. Of course. But he remembered it, and now was the time to use it.
"I love you like my own daughter", he said. "And Don thinks you trust me. Do you trust me, Julie? We're going to have to talk about something that's going to be very awkward for you and me, and if you don't trust me, it's better if I leave and tell your dad that he should be the one doing this." "Oh god no", she said with big eyes and he knew what she was thinking. He smiled a little. Of course she'd rather have an awkward conversation with the "cute" and "fun" neighbor than with her uptight old man. He basically had her in his pocket. Wonderful. Now all he needed to do was tread very carefully.
She crossed her legs again and looked at him expectantly. "So what's this all about?"
"Your daddy told me he's worried about you."
Those big eyes again. She pulled her legs up and put her hands around her knees. Now she really looked like a little girl.
"Why, Steve? I haven't done anything. What's he worried about?" She looked at him. "I've been good. You know that. I've never given him reason to worry." She seemed a bit irritated and he gently put an arm around her skinny shoulder. "I know", he said patiently. "But he's your dad, and dads worry about their little girls all the time." He could feel her fragile little bones under his grip. His cock pushed against his pants almost painfully. Now, or never.
"The thing is.... he's seen you with boys after school."
She almost jumped. "That's not true! I never hang out with boys. I'm not one of those girls! Besides, they're stupid." "Oh I completely agree, sweetie", he said, patiently. He now knew he had her, and he was almost worried he would cum in his pants right then and there. What a waste that would be. He knew exactly where he wanted to cum and it wasn't in his underwear. He caressed her shoulder.
"He knows you haven't done anything wrong. Trust me, he knows that. It's about them. He noticed the way they're looking at you."
Her cheeks flushed. "And he doesn't like it", he continued. "Of course, partly it's his fault, too." He looked down at her chest, this time not trying to hide his glance. Her cheeks burned. "Lets you walk around like that. Not wearing a bra. And with those t-shirts you're wearing....you can't really blame boys for looking at your titties." She blushed even more deeply. "You know what? Next time I come over, I'll bring you a few of Sammy's bras that you can try on. Or maybe we'll buy you some. You really shouldn't walk around like that, Julie." Her eyes filled with tears of embarrassment. He stroked her gently. His voice got hoarse as he kept talking.
"The problem with boys is, they won't stop at looking. Next thing you know, they'll want to touch you. Like this." His free hand quickly brushed over one of her breasts. He had to suppress a gasp when he felt her soft puffy nipple. He had touched her breasts once before,"accidentally", while they were playing ball, but now he could really feel her. It was hard to take his hand away but he didn't want to spook her.
"And they won't stop at that, either, you know. Next thing you know is, they'll want to touch you down there" - his hand dropped into her lap and swiftly brushed over her crotch. "And you'll let them, because you'll like it when they touch you." She looked at him as if he was crazy. "I won't!!" He held her eyes with his gaze. "Yes you will. And they won't just touch you, they'll stick their dirty fingers inside you.... and you'll like it, Julie, you'll beg them for more." He could tell she was almost crying. "I won't!" she sobbed. "That's disgusting!" "And I know daddy wouldn't like it!" she continued in a very small voice. Jackpot, he thought. For a second, he let his hand run over his throbbing cock. Soon, he thought. Soon. "Damn right", he whispered. "I'm glad you already know that, Julie. He wouldn't like it at all. If you let a boy put his dirty finger inside you, you would no longer be his little princess. You'd be - you'd be some nasty boys' little slut. I know that's not what you want."
She really was crying now. "I would never do that!" "I know you don't want to do that", he said, and pulled her close to him. "Because you're a very good girl, Julie. That's why your daddy and I both love you so much. You're a good little girl and you're too good for these little jerks."
"The problem is-" he held her a bit further away from himself once again - "that you're going to like it because it feels good when they touch you so you'll let them do other things. Those nasty other things. And that's what your daddy and I are worried about."
"I'm not lieing to you, sweetie", he whispered. She hid her face in her hands, crying, so he felt safe rubbing himself for a few seconds. He could barely stand it anymore. He lifted her chin up and made her look at him. "It's ok that these things feel good, but it's not ok to let boys do them to you, you see? They take advantage of you." "It won't feel good!" she sobbed. "I would never-" "Oh yes you would", he interrupted her, now finally letting his hand slide from her shoulder down to her breast. He squeezed it gently, then softly ran his fingers over her nipple. She gasped. *He could feel it harden under his touch. "See? It feels good." His other hand found her other breast and started squeezing and stroking it. He couldn't believe it was really happening. They felt wonderful - round, firm and perky, with small, now fully erect nipples. He laughed silently. So much for being a good girl. He bent down to suck one of her nipples through her t-shirt. She let out a weak little sigh, and tried to pull his head away. He stopped and looked at her. "See? It feels good. You're probably already wet down there." He tried to sound just the right kind of disgusted. "So this is what's going to happen. You let a boy touch your titties, you'll like it, he'll pull down your panties and touch you - here" - he slid his fingers over her shorts really quickly, then slid them inside. She was wearing cotton panties and he could feel dampness and warmth. "Let's see if I'm right or not", he whispered. "let's see if you're wet down there." He held still for a moment. "You know I'm only doing this because I love you, and because your daddy asked me to take care of this, right?" She nodded. "Good girl. Now take off your shorts and let me check what we have there".
She let out a few confused weak little sobs while she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down clumsily. "It's ok", he whispered. "It's me, Steve. It's ok. You don't have to be afraid or ashamed, Babygirl. I love you." He softly kissed her smooth little thighs, then pushed them apart very very gently. Every cell in his body wanted to rip her panties off and plunge his hard cock inside her virgin pussy but what he wanted was for her to ask him for more.... to ask him to do it again.... and again....so he knew he had to be patient and sweet. No, this definitely needed a repeat. He looked at the beauty in *front of him and he couldn't bear the thought of doing it only once.
Her panties were light pink with little kittens on them. He smiled a little. Samantha had stopped wearing THAT kind of stuff years ago. He spread her thighs and ran a finger over the little wet spot between her legs. He could feel the outline of her pussy lips under the soft cotton. For a moment he was worried he might die of mere sensual overload right on the spot. "I was right", he said. "You're wet." He looked at her. "So, next thing they're going to do is.... this." He slid his finger inside her panties and parted her soft little lips. Gently. His heart raced. He couldn't let this go on for too long, he'd been on the verge of cumming ever since he stared at her tits from outside. "Stand up, babydoll", he said. She seemed almost in some kind of trance right now, as if he had hypnotized her. "Let me see your titties, will you". She quickly pulled her shirt up to expose her firm round breasts. He cupped them both and moaned. Her nipples were hard - was it fear, or arousal, or both? He ran both thumbs over them, then his tongue. One hand reaching inside her panties to confirm, again, her wetness. Now he was the one to look up at her. "Like I said, I'm not lying to you, sweetie. You're wet. You're ready for some guy to stick first his fingers and then his cock inside you. Do you have any idea, little girl, how sad that would make your daddy?"
He finally pulled down her panties and stopped for a moment to admire the perfect little body in front of him. For a second, he wondered what the hell was wrong with Don for not having taken what was clearly HIS.
He let his fingers circle her tiny clit for a while, while his other hand squeezed her breasts. His mind was racing. So far his plan had worked like a charm, but somehow his brain seemed to have stopped working. "So, do you admit this feels good, yes?" he asked her. "It does", she whispered. She almost looked like she was in pain, and he could relate. She wanted the same thing he wanted, but unlike him, she didn't know what it was that she wanted. He stood up and embraced her, and knew she could feel his erection rubbing against her firm little tummy. "So here's the thing", he said. "I'm going to make you feel even better, ok? But you have to promise me one thing. You never EVER let one of those stupid little boys do this to you. I promised your daddy I would take care of this. Take care of you. So whenever you want to do...this... come to me. Whenever your pussy starts to tingle, or when you lay in your bed and can't sleep, and you touch your titties - I know you do that, don't deny it. All girls do - come to me. Come to me and let me take care of you, and you'll still be your daddy's little princess... his good little girl. My good little girl. Ok? Just don't let anyone else do this Ever. You don't want to be a nastly little whore who lets boys stick things inside her. That's just for me. Ok?" "Ok", she whispered.
He laid her down on the couch and slowly unzipped his shorts. "Take off my underwear" he said. She bit her lips. "I don't know...." she said, hesitantly. He sighed. "Why are you playing this silly game, Julie? Haven't you understood a word I said? You can make this difficult, or you can make it easy, but we have to do it. If we don't do it now, you'll run around like a bitch in heat the next few weeks and let the first cute boy you come across stick his thing inside you. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?" He looked down at her shocked little face and bent down to firmly grab her chin. "Your choice babydoll. You can either be my little princess, and make me and your daddy very happy, or some jerk's nasty fuckhole. What do you want?" Her eyes widened. "I want to make you happy", she whispered. "Good girl", he said. "Now don't be so damned difficult. Take off my fucking underwear." She did, with trembling fingers. A little gasp escaped her mouth as she saw his big hard cock. "You know where that goes?" he asked. She shook her head, but clearly she had an idea because she said "it won't fit!". He smiled. "Of course it will. Your slutty little pussy is nice and wet." He put her tiny hands around his cock and started stroking it. He desperately wanted to shove it into her mouth and throatfuck her, but he knew that he would cum the moment he put his cock into that sweet little mouth, so, unfortunately, that would have to wait for the next time. By now, he was sure there would be a next time. The girl clearly was born to be someone's fucktoy. His, preferably.
He spread her legs apart and knelt between them. His throbbing cock was definitely pointing in the right direction. She looked at him with big eyes, while he once more started probing her tight hole. Her wetness was delicious. He looked at her and gave her the smile he knew she liked so much (thank you Samantha). "Two things", he said. "First, your Daddy shouldn't know about this, ok? This is between you and me, and he doesn't need to know the details. This is very intimate and it would embarrass him if you talked about it. Understand?". She nodded. He noted that she lifted her hips just a little bit. It made him smile. Good girl, he thought. His finger still explored her pussy. He bent down to kiss her and inhale her scent. He couldn't believe how wet she was. It almost made him wonder if she really was as sheltered as he thought she was. "Look at that", he said. "That slutty little fuckhole is dripping with juices! Something definitely needs to be fucked." He laughed. She turned her head away but he knew the blush he saw on her cheeks, wasn't just embarrassment. She LIKED it when he talked that way. "Aren't you glad I'm here to give you what you want, little girl? Someone who loves you and cares about you and who makes sure you're still daddy's little princess?" She sighed and tried to lift her hips higher. He pushed her down, roughly. "You don't want to know what the second thing was?" "I do", she whispered. "But I, I...." "I know", he interrupted her "you want something in there." He pushed a finger inside her, again. "The second thing is....I will check you daily... you understand....this is part of my responsibility, you see? At least once a day I'll check your pussy to see if someone else has been there. I will smell it, you know that? I will smell it if you let some boy stick something inside you. And THEN. I'll tell your daddy. Because I want you to be a good girl. And I know you want to be a good girl. Is that clear? So I will check you... and maybe your Daddy will, too." He saw her horror at that thought but he wondered if this might not be a good idea. A great idea, actually. He would have to think about that. It was wonderful to have this soon-no-longer-virgin pussy all to himself, but sharing her with her dad might open new possibilities. The idea of showing Don what he had done to Julie and to make him go along with it, was intoxicating.
But he would think about that some other time.
He spread her pussy lips with one hand, held his his throbbing cock in the other and gently, very gently, pushed it inside her.
Julie and the neighbor
There she was.
He could see her through the open patio door. Watching TV, sitting cross-legged on the big couch in shorts and an oversized T-shirt, her small feet bare. Blond hair in a pony tail. *Alone, as he had known she would be. Her dad would be gone at least a few more hours. There was no mother. No bothersome siblings either. She was All Alone. His own wife was gone for the whole week, visiting her annoying relatives. He knew it was now or never. He had thought this through, hadn't he? There was very little that could go wrong if he played his cards right, and if things did go wrong... he would simply deny, deny, deny. They had been neighbors for years. The kids had all played together. He had never done anything inappropriate. There couldn't even be the slightest shadow of suspicion on him. Who would believe an attention-seeking little bitch?
No one would.
Still, he hesitated. He couldn't really afford for this to go wrong. But the desire to do it had become so overwhelming, he thought there was no way he could not do it. And he knew he was running out of time. Physically, she was almost a grown up, but mentally - she was still very naive. Her dad was overprotective and didn't seem aware that his little girl was turning into a woman right before his eyes. Surely, he hadn't had THAT talk with her yet. She attended a snooty private Christian girls-only school. He knew his own kids - thankfully, all gone for the summer! - pitied her and made a little bit of fun of her for being so clueless.
But how much longer?
How much longer would little Julie be naive and sheltered enough to believe the whoppers he was about to tell her?
And how many more of these perfect opportunities would come up? His family gone, Julie's dad gone.
And finally the big one. How much longer before little Julie would have a boyfriend? A nasty pimpled little fucker with only one thing in mind?
The thought made him clench his fists. Somehow, sometime, he had started thinking of little Julie as HIS, and he knew that if he wanted to make that happen, it would have to be soon. Today, to be precise. She was ripe for the taking, and would he really allow some dumb skinny teen to lay a claim on this little beauty? That was just wrong. He had wanted her first. And he had waited, and waited. Still his determination was faltering. He knew it was wrong. He knew the consequences could be disastrous.
Yet he couldn't keep his eyes from her. Beautiful, clear skin. Big deep blue eyes. A soft pink little mouth with perfectly shaped lips. Those perky little tits under her shirt, unrestrained by a bra. Actually now that he looked again, they didn't seem that little anymore. She was moving a little, trying to get more comfortable and he couldn't take his eyes off from her. And who could blame him, dammit??? Now she raised her arms, folded both hands behind her head, and stretched. If his cock hadn't already been hard, now it certainly would jump to life.
At that moment, she saw him.
She quickly put her hands down and bent forward a little, shoulders hunched over, as if she was trying to hide something from view. At the same time, one of his hands went up as if he had just been about to knock against the open door, and he put his friendliest neighborly smile on. He saw instant relief in her face. "Hi Steve", she said in her usual cheerful voice. "Dad's not home. He's working late again today."
He hesitated for just one brief moment. She got up, her arms awkwardly crossed in front of her chest, and looked up at him with a little smile. And that did it.
"I'm here to see you, Julie", he said.
"May I come in?"
She bit her lower lip. He knew she wasn't afraid of him - their house had always been open to her, she'd had many meals with them, countless summer barbecues, and the last few months in particular he had tried to win her trust even more. They had laughed plenty together. Playing Frisbee in the garden with the stupid dog. Talking about music and movies. With her, he could still be the cool dad. The cool neighborly friend, he corrected himself. The dad position was taken. What a pity. He didn't think his friend Don did this little princess justice. After all HE knew who she had a crush on, her father certainly didn't. The thought made him smile. He knew that her hesitation probably stemmed from the idea that she would now be stuck making boring conversation with him instead of watching her favorite boyband on TV. With a knowing smile, he let his hand slide into the back pocket of his shorts and pulled out his little gift for her - thank you ebay - a signed photograph of her crush. He handed it to her with a smile. Her girly squeal made his heart jump.
"Oh this is wonderful, thank you!" She pressed it against herself and looked up at him again, beaming. "Yeah I thought you might like it. Now, may I come in?" She laughed and stepped aside to let him in. He gently closed the glass door behind him.
He cleared his throat, and looked at her earnestly. "You know, your dad asked me to do him a favor, and to be honest, I'm feeling a bit weird about it. I think you won't like it that much either - " he let out a sarcastic little laugh - "and in a way I really hate Don for making me do this, but that's what friends are for, right? I thought an autograph of whatshisname? would make this whole thing a little less awkward." He tousled her pony-tailed hair in his usual "we're best buddies!" way, but he could tell that she was a bit nervous now. Then again the way she looked up at him - he knew he only had to smile and she would be all good again. He knew his smile had a way of winning little girls and old ladies.
He looked through the glass door into their garden, wondering if this was safe enough. All he could see, was his own house, where no one was home. This would do. He would love to go to her room but he didn't think she'd take him upstairs.
"Let's sit down sweetie", he said. She did, and again looked up at him with those eyes. He could barely stand that look. For a brief moment he wondered if she would notice the bulge in his pants, but he thought that even if she did, she wouldn't know what it was. He sat down next to her, sighing like a man with a heavy chore to fulfill. "You know in a way, you are a bit like my own daughter", he said. "My kids are really almost grown up but with you, it's still like the old days. I like that a lot." "So do I", she said a bit shyly. "You're fun!" "Yeah we have a lot of fun together", he agreed, and briefly wondered how much time he had to digress into "do you remember when" stories. He decided to skip that and move forward a bit more boldly. She still looked at him trustingly and gratefully, with that cute little princess smile, the card still pressed against her chest. He gently took it out of her hands and put it on the table. He couldn't stand seeing that pimply face pressed against those wonderful tits. His cock felt like it was about to burst.
He forced himself to stare into her eyes with what he hoped was his best "trust me, I'm your friend!" look. He'd practiced that a lot. He remembered that one day, his own teenage daughter, Samantha, had told him and the wife that Julie thought he was "cute". The wife had laughed, he nearly choked on his toast. Samantha had laughed, too. Of course. But he remembered it, and now was the time to use it.
"I love you like my own daughter", he said. "And Don thinks you trust me. Do you trust me, Julie? We're going to have to talk about something that's going to be very awkward for you and me, and if you don't trust me, it's better if I leave and tell your dad that he should be the one doing this." "Oh god no", she said with big eyes and he knew what she was thinking. He smiled a little. Of course she'd rather have an awkward conversation with the "cute" and "fun" neighbor than with her uptight old man. He basically had her in his pocket. Wonderful. Now all he needed to do was tread very carefully.
She crossed her legs again and looked at him expectantly. "So what's this all about?"
"Your daddy told me he's worried about you."
Those big eyes again. She pulled her legs up and put her hands around her knees. Now she really looked like a little girl.
"Why, Steve? I haven't done anything. What's he worried about?" She looked at him. "I've been good. You know that. I've never given him reason to worry." She seemed a bit irritated and he gently put an arm around her skinny shoulder. "I know", he said patiently. "But he's your dad, and dads worry about their little girls all the time." He could feel her fragile little bones under his grip. His cock pushed against his pants almost painfully. Now, or never.
"The thing is.... he's seen you with boys after school."
She almost jumped. "That's not true! I never hang out with boys. I'm not one of those girls! Besides, they're stupid." "Oh I completely agree, sweetie", he said, patiently. He now knew he had her, and he was almost worried he would cum in his pants right then and there. What a waste that would be. He knew exactly where he wanted to cum and it wasn't in his underwear. He caressed her shoulder.
"He knows you haven't done anything wrong. Trust me, he knows that. It's about them. He noticed the way they're looking at you."
Her cheeks flushed. "And he doesn't like it", he continued. "Of course, partly it's his fault, too." He looked down at her chest, this time not trying to hide his glance. Her cheeks burned. "Lets you walk around like that. Not wearing a bra. And with those t-shirts you're wearing....you can't really blame boys for looking at your titties." She blushed even more deeply. "You know what? Next time I come over, I'll bring you a few of Sammy's bras that you can try on. Or maybe we'll buy you some. You really shouldn't walk around like that, Julie." Her eyes filled with tears of embarrassment. He stroked her gently. His voice got hoarse as he kept talking.
"The problem with boys is, they won't stop at looking. Next thing you know, they'll want to touch you. Like this." His free hand quickly brushed over one of her breasts. He had to suppress a gasp when he felt her soft puffy nipple. He had touched her breasts once before,"accidentally", while they were playing ball, but now he could really feel her. It was hard to take his hand away but he didn't want to spook her.
"And they won't stop at that, either, you know. Next thing you know is, they'll want to touch you down there" - his hand dropped into her lap and swiftly brushed over her crotch. "And you'll let them, because you'll like it when they touch you." She looked at him as if he was crazy. "I won't!!" He held her eyes with his gaze. "Yes you will. And they won't just touch you, they'll stick their dirty fingers inside you.... and you'll like it, Julie, you'll beg them for more." He could tell she was almost crying. "I won't!" she sobbed. "That's disgusting!" "And I know daddy wouldn't like it!" she continued in a very small voice. Jackpot, he thought. For a second, he let his hand run over his throbbing cock. Soon, he thought. Soon. "Damn right", he whispered. "I'm glad you already know that, Julie. He wouldn't like it at all. If you let a boy put his dirty finger inside you, you would no longer be his little princess. You'd be - you'd be some nasty boys' little slut. I know that's not what you want."
She really was crying now. "I would never do that!" "I know you don't want to do that", he said, and pulled her close to him. "Because you're a very good girl, Julie. That's why your daddy and I both love you so much. You're a good little girl and you're too good for these little jerks."
"The problem is-" he held her a bit further away from himself once again - "that you're going to like it because it feels good when they touch you so you'll let them do other things. Those nasty other things. And that's what your daddy and I are worried about."
"I'm not lieing to you, sweetie", he whispered. She hid her face in her hands, crying, so he felt safe rubbing himself for a few seconds. He could barely stand it anymore. He lifted her chin up and made her look at him. "It's ok that these things feel good, but it's not ok to let boys do them to you, you see? They take advantage of you." "It won't feel good!" she sobbed. "I would never-" "Oh yes you would", he interrupted her, now finally letting his hand slide from her shoulder down to her breast. He squeezed it gently, then softly ran his fingers over her nipple. She gasped. *He could feel it harden under his touch. "See? It feels good." His other hand found her other breast and started squeezing and stroking it. He couldn't believe it was really happening. They felt wonderful - round, firm and perky, with small, now fully erect nipples. He laughed silently. So much for being a good girl. He bent down to suck one of her nipples through her t-shirt. She let out a weak little sigh, and tried to pull his head away. He stopped and looked at her. "See? It feels good. You're probably already wet down there." He tried to sound just the right kind of disgusted. "So this is what's going to happen. You let a boy touch your titties, you'll like it, he'll pull down your panties and touch you - here" - he slid his fingers over her shorts really quickly, then slid them inside. She was wearing cotton panties and he could feel dampness and warmth. "Let's see if I'm right or not", he whispered. "let's see if you're wet down there." He held still for a moment. "You know I'm only doing this because I love you, and because your daddy asked me to take care of this, right?" She nodded. "Good girl. Now take off your shorts and let me check what we have there".
She let out a few confused weak little sobs while she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down clumsily. "It's ok", he whispered. "It's me, Steve. It's ok. You don't have to be afraid or ashamed, Babygirl. I love you." He softly kissed her smooth little thighs, then pushed them apart very very gently. Every cell in his body wanted to rip her panties off and plunge his hard cock inside her virgin pussy but what he wanted was for her to ask him for more.... to ask him to do it again.... and again....so he knew he had to be patient and sweet. No, this definitely needed a repeat. He looked at the beauty in *front of him and he couldn't bear the thought of doing it only once.
Her panties were light pink with little kittens on them. He smiled a little. Samantha had stopped wearing THAT kind of stuff years ago. He spread her thighs and ran a finger over the little wet spot between her legs. He could feel the outline of her pussy lips under the soft cotton. For a moment he was worried he might die of mere sensual overload right on the spot. "I was right", he said. "You're wet." He looked at her. "So, next thing they're going to do is.... this." He slid his finger inside her panties and parted her soft little lips. Gently. His heart raced. He couldn't let this go on for too long, he'd been on the verge of cumming ever since he stared at her tits from outside. "Stand up, babydoll", he said. She seemed almost in some kind of trance right now, as if he had hypnotized her. "Let me see your titties, will you". She quickly pulled her shirt up to expose her firm round breasts. He cupped them both and moaned. Her nipples were hard - was it fear, or arousal, or both? He ran both thumbs over them, then his tongue. One hand reaching inside her panties to confirm, again, her wetness. Now he was the one to look up at her. "Like I said, I'm not lying to you, sweetie. You're wet. You're ready for some guy to stick first his fingers and then his cock inside you. Do you have any idea, little girl, how sad that would make your daddy?"
He finally pulled down her panties and stopped for a moment to admire the perfect little body in front of him. For a second, he wondered what the hell was wrong with Don for not having taken what was clearly HIS.
He let his fingers circle her tiny clit for a while, while his other hand squeezed her breasts. His mind was racing. So far his plan had worked like a charm, but somehow his brain seemed to have stopped working. "So, do you admit this feels good, yes?" he asked her. "It does", she whispered. She almost looked like she was in pain, and he could relate. She wanted the same thing he wanted, but unlike him, she didn't know what it was that she wanted. He stood up and embraced her, and knew she could feel his erection rubbing against her firm little tummy. "So here's the thing", he said. "I'm going to make you feel even better, ok? But you have to promise me one thing. You never EVER let one of those stupid little boys do this to you. I promised your daddy I would take care of this. Take care of you. So whenever you want to do...this... come to me. Whenever your pussy starts to tingle, or when you lay in your bed and can't sleep, and you touch your titties - I know you do that, don't deny it. All girls do - come to me. Come to me and let me take care of you, and you'll still be your daddy's little princess... his good little girl. My good little girl. Ok? Just don't let anyone else do this Ever. You don't want to be a nastly little whore who lets boys stick things inside her. That's just for me. Ok?" "Ok", she whispered.
He laid her down on the couch and slowly unzipped his shorts. "Take off my underwear" he said. She bit her lips. "I don't know...." she said, hesitantly. He sighed. "Why are you playing this silly game, Julie? Haven't you understood a word I said? You can make this difficult, or you can make it easy, but we have to do it. If we don't do it now, you'll run around like a bitch in heat the next few weeks and let the first cute boy you come across stick his thing inside you. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?" He looked down at her shocked little face and bent down to firmly grab her chin. "Your choice babydoll. You can either be my little princess, and make me and your daddy very happy, or some jerk's nasty fuckhole. What do you want?" Her eyes widened. "I want to make you happy", she whispered. "Good girl", he said. "Now don't be so damned difficult. Take off my fucking underwear." She did, with trembling fingers. A little gasp escaped her mouth as she saw his big hard cock. "You know where that goes?" he asked. She shook her head, but clearly she had an idea because she said "it won't fit!". He smiled. "Of course it will. Your slutty little pussy is nice and wet." He put her tiny hands around his cock and started stroking it. He desperately wanted to shove it into her mouth and throatfuck her, but he knew that he would cum the moment he put his cock into that sweet little mouth, so, unfortunately, that would have to wait for the next time. By now, he was sure there would be a next time. The girl clearly was born to be someone's fucktoy. His, preferably.
He spread her legs apart and knelt between them. His throbbing cock was definitely pointing in the right direction. She looked at him with big eyes, while he once more started probing her tight hole. Her wetness was delicious. He looked at her and gave her the smile he knew she liked so much (thank you Samantha). "Two things", he said. "First, your Daddy shouldn't know about this, ok? This is between you and me, and he doesn't need to know the details. This is very intimate and it would embarrass him if you talked about it. Understand?". She nodded. He noted that she lifted her hips just a little bit. It made him smile. Good girl, he thought. His finger still explored her pussy. He bent down to kiss her and inhale her scent. He couldn't believe how wet she was. It almost made him wonder if she really was as sheltered as he thought she was. "Look at that", he said. "That slutty little fuckhole is dripping with juices! Something definitely needs to be fucked." He laughed. She turned her head away but he knew the blush he saw on her cheeks, wasn't just embarrassment. She LIKED it when he talked that way. "Aren't you glad I'm here to give you what you want, little girl? Someone who loves you and cares about you and who makes sure you're still daddy's little princess?" She sighed and tried to lift her hips higher. He pushed her down, roughly. "You don't want to know what the second thing was?" "I do", she whispered. "But I, I...." "I know", he interrupted her "you want something in there." He pushed a finger inside her, again. "The second thing is....I will check you daily... you understand....this is part of my responsibility, you see? At least once a day I'll check your pussy to see if someone else has been there. I will smell it, you know that? I will smell it if you let some boy stick something inside you. And THEN. I'll tell your daddy. Because I want you to be a good girl. And I know you want to be a good girl. Is that clear? So I will check you... and maybe your Daddy will, too." He saw her horror at that thought but he wondered if this might not be a good idea. A great idea, actually. He would have to think about that. It was wonderful to have this soon-no-longer-virgin pussy all to himself, but sharing her with her dad might open new possibilities. The idea of showing Don what he had done to Julie and to make him go along with it, was intoxicating.
But he would think about that some other time.
He spread her pussy lips with one hand, held his his throbbing cock in the other and gently, very gently, pushed it inside her.