Perverts 'R' Us

The Sleep-walker

By Old Boy ( M/g, con )

I was a middle-aged bachelor who lived alone in a small house in a smaller city. My next door neighbor was an elderly lady named Hubbard who also lived alone since her husband's death a few years ago. One day while I was doing a bit of gardening along the side of my house, Mrs. Hubbard informed me that her daughter and son-in-law had been killed in an auto accident.

She was going to fly to another city for the funeral. I expressed my condolences to her. Mrs. Hubbard also told me that she was bringing her orphaned granddaughter back to live with her. The girl was named Sally and she was ten years old. Mrs. Hubbard showed me a picture of the child. She was a pretty little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I wondered what it would be like to have such a pretty young girl as my new neighbor. I knew how Mrs. Hubbard's house was laid out from having done a few chores for the lady. I knew that her spare bedroom was directly across from my own ground floor bedroom window, with only a few feet between our two houses. Presumably that room would become the girl's bedroom.

I realized that this could be a problem for me. Years ago I became involved with another young girl, Katie. She was seven or eight years old at the time. The child used to visit me in my house, and I would give her treats and play little games with her. I was tempted to run my hands up her legs and tickle her through her panties, and I did that. She just giggled and saw it as a game. I knew I could get in a lot of trouble, but the urge to do more with the child was so strong.

It wasn't long before I was slipping my hand inside her panties and feeling her cute little pussy. I was careful not to hurt her and to present it to her as just another tickle game. In time I had Katie getting undressed, and then I would fondle and kiss her all over her pretty body. She saw it as a secret that we shared, and she welcomed the attention. She had no father and partly I filled that role for her. I never actually fucked her, but I did about everything else with the little girl.

I taught Katie to play with my erect penis and then to suck me off. Meanwhile I would use my mouth on her hairless little pussy and bring the child to an orgasm. This was fun for both of us. It caused her no physical harm as I never penetrated her virginal vagina. Still I knew that what I was doing with the child was wrong and I felt quite guilty about it. I also feared getting caught.

By then Katie was often the one who initiated the sex play, as she rather liked it that she had a grown man like me as her 'boyfriend'. Also she had learned to love having me give her orgasms. I felt guilty about that too, for I had introduced the child to sexual pleasure at such an early age. It was too late for me to stop then. Anyway, I was having too much fun with Katie to stop.

However when she was nine her mother got suspicious about what I was doing with her daughter. She questioned her, and at first Katie denied that I was doing anything wrong with her. But then she broke down in tears and told her mother about the games we played together. As a result I was arrested and convicted of child molesting. I had to spend a few years in prison. That was no fun. I never saw Katie again.

After that experience I determined to distance myself from little girls who might be a temptation to me. I bought a house in an older neighborhood with mostly elderly residents, and few children around. But now Mrs. Hubbard was bringing her pretty granddaughter Sally to live with her. How would I deal with this situation? I determined to keep my distance from the girl.

A few days later Mrs. Hubbard returned home with Sally. She brought the child over to my house to meet me. I realized that Sally was indeed going to be a problem for me. The little blonde had her golden hair pulled into twin falls, tied with hair ribbons. Very cute. She was wearing a brief miniskirt that showed off her slender bare legs, a too-tight top that was short and exposed her cute belly button, and bobby socks and sneakers.

Although she was only ten years old the child already had cute little breasts poking out from her chest, as though straining to break through the fabric of the tight top she was wearing. Indeed I could see the imprint of her nipples, and I realized that she was not wearing a bra. She sat facing me on the couch beside her grandmother as I struggled to make polite conversation with my neighbors. Sally was careless about how she sat, and I was treated to a nice view of her panty crotch. I forced myself not to stare at the sight. This girl was a pedophile's wet dream.

Her big blue eyes were sad as she gazed at me. Sally was still mourning the loss of her parents. She stood up and came over to me. She told me that I reminded her of her Daddy. How could I respond to that? I stood up and took the child in my arms and hugged her to console her and she clung to me, crying. I struggled to control the erection that was tenting out my pants. I knew that if we were alone I would strip the girl naked and make love to her.

Mrs. Hubbard smiled and said, "I hope you don't mind, Mr. Jones. Sally really needs a mature man in her life now that her father is gone. You do indeed look much like her father did. This is such a difficult time for the child, and I believe that you can help her." Alarms went off in my head, 'Danger! Danger!' I had determined to keep my distance from the child, and here I was at our first meeting, already getting involved with her.

I swallowed hard, caressing Sally's blonde head as I replied, "I've always wanted to have a daughter, Mrs. Hubbard. I know I cannot replace her father, but I would love to do whatever I can to comfort and console Sally." I bent and gave the girl a fatherly kiss on her forehead. My thoughts were anything but paternal however. I wanted so much to strip the child naked and make her my plaything, my sex toy. I could spend the whole day in bed with her, teaching her.

'No, No!' my conscience said in my head, 'Stop now!' I forced myself to let go of the child, but my eyes held hers in unspoken desire. Mrs. Hubbard said goodbye then, and she and Sally left my house. Sally turned and gave me a big smile and then they were gone, but only next door. Had I imagined it, or had the child really made a connection with me? Her smile had seemed almost wanton. No, that couldn't be. She was only a ten-year-old kid. She would not know anything about sexual desire would she? I must put such thoughts out of my mind.

That night I went to bed early. I sat in the darkness of my bedroom looking out my window at the window across from mine, as I sipped a cup of coffee. Would Sally appear there? Part of me wanted to see her there and maybe watch her get undressed. Another part of me hoped that she would not be using that room after all. It would be better for me not to have such a tempting little girl occupying a bedroom right across from my window, only a few feet away.

A light came on in the bedroom. I was right, there was Sally, and this would be her bedroom now. She came over to her window, looking out at the night sky. It had been a hot day. She opened her window to let in the cool night air. She seemed to look right at me, but I don't think she could see me sitting there in the dark. Still I felt a moment of panic. I thought for a minute that she was going to pull down the window shade. Perhaps it would better for me if she did. She hesitated, but then she left the shade up. I knew I would watch her now. I couldn't bring myself not to.

Sally went over to her bed, which was right in line with my window. She sat down and propped up one foot on the edge of her bed. I had a nice view of her panty crotch as she untied her shoestring and took off her shoe and sock, baring her cute foot. She put her foot down and brought up her other foot. Again I had a nice view of her panty crotch as she removed her shoe and sock. My cock was rising up between my legs. Would I get to see her pussy naked?

Barefoot, the girl stood up facing me and worked her tight top up her body, taking it up over her young breasts, baring them to me. She had the prettiest pink nipples and areolas I had ever seen. She took the top off over her head and tossed it over to her bed. The action of her arms caused her firm young titties to jiggle delightfully on her chest. Sally was surprisingly well developed for a ten-year-old kid. Most 12 or 13 year old girls would love to have such nice titties.

Some little girls have precocious thelarche, that is early breast development, and Sally was apparently such a girl. Her titties probably began to bud out when she was only seven years old. I would have loved to have known her at that age, to be able to watch her titties grow. Still with any luck, I would be able to watch her young titties develop from now on. They still had a long way to go before they would become mature womanly breasts. I yearned to play with her titties.

Sally bent over then, still facing me, and I saw that she was taking down her miniskirt. Her titties seemed to wink at me as she stepped out of her skirt She stood up then and tossed the skirt over to her bed, and again her titties jiggled delightfully. The child was down to her hair ribbons and panties now. I noticed that the crotch of her panties was moist. Was it pee or vaginal juices? My erect cock twitched in anticipation of seeing the kid's naked cunt.

She turned her back to me as she took down her panties. As she bent over with her panties traveling down her legs I had a splendid view of her bare bottom and ass. Such smooth firm globes her ass cheeks were, and there in between them, her puckered little asshole, so pink. Below that was her pudendum, and then the lower cleft of her labia, just hiding her vagina. I groaned with desire for the girl. Oh, to be able to touch her and play with her young ass and cunt.

Sally stepped out of her panties and tossed them over to her bed. She turned then, facing me again, and I got a very nice frontal view of her hairless pussy. Such a cute girl cleft there between her legs, her fleshy labia hiding the female treasures of her sex. But not completely. There near the top of her cleft a little bud was peeking out, the tip of her clitoris! Some girls had a more prominent clitoris than others. Sally's was prominent enough to protrude slightly from her labia.

I could only imagine how stimulating it must be for the girl to have her panties constantly rubbing against the tip of her clittie every time she moved. No wonder the crotch of her panties was moist. It must be from sex juice oozing from her vagina. I would have to investigate this girly phenomenon. It would be such fun to rub my finger over her protruding clittie tip, to masturbate her and watch the girl's reaction to my teasing touches. My cock twitched with desire for her.

To my amazement the naked girl decided to do some exercises, jumping jacks, still facing her window and me. Her arms flew up above her head as she jumped with her legs spread wide, and then back again. As she jumped her titties jiggled on her chest, and her labia parted enough to give me peeks at the inner pinkness of her girl sex. How could young Sally be doing such a thing, exercising naked before her open window. My cock threatened to erupt with sperm.

I realized then that Sally was putting on a show for me. She must have seen me in spite of the near darkness of my room, and she knew I was watching her. Indeed she was smiling at me as she jumped about naked for my viewing pleasure. I was both amazed and delighted at the girl. At the same time I was appalled. What if she told her grandmother that I had been spying on her while she was undressing and getting ready for bed? Lust overcame my fears. I came then, unable to stop myself from cumming. I caught my cum in my coffee cup, spurt after spurt of hot cum.

Sally stopped exercising then and walked over to her dresser. She removed her hair ribbons and then she brushed out her golden tresses. I watched the young girl put on a baby doll nightie, a sheer top and panties. She took the clothes from her bed and put them away. Then she turned and blew a kiss to me, turned out her light, and went to bed. I sat there, stunned by what I had seen. Then I roused myself, cleaned out my coffee cup, and I went to bed. I was troubled, lying there in the dark, knowing that I would not be able to stop myself from getting involved with Sally now.

Finally I drifted off to sleep. I had such lustful dreams about Sally that night, dreams where I was making love to the little girl, even fucking her. I awoke to find myself standing naked outside of her bedroom window. How had I gotten there? I could not remember. I had occasionally gone off sleepwalking in the past, but not for a long time. I felt panic as I stood there naked by her window. What if somebody saw me, prowling naked outside of a young girl's bedroom window? I hurried back home, glad that no one had seen me. It was some time before I went back to sleep.

The next day after breakfast Mrs. Hubbard came by with Sally. The old lady told me she had to go downtown to her doctor's office, and also to do some shopping. She said she would be gone most of the day, and she asked me if I could look after Sally while she was gone. If not, she would have to take Sally along with her. Since I work out of my home it was not a problem for me to have Sally spend the day with me. Indeed I was delighted to have her alone with me. After her performance the night before, I just knew that we were going to have some fun together.

Again Sally was wearing a miniskirt and a very tight top. It was a different outfit than the one she had worn yesterday, but it was equally provocative. When her grandmother was gone I asked Sally about her tight tops. She grinned and told me that she wore them because girls her age shouldn't have real breasts yet, and she was trying to keep them under control. Also she said that she liked the way men looked at her when she wore tight tops and her nipples showed through.

Sally said that she often had growing pains too, as the skin over her chest had to stretch to accommodate her new breasts. The girl was quite frank about telling me such things, not shy about her body as most young girls are. It gave me the opportunity to suggest something to her that promised to be fun.

"I know of something that could help you, Sally." I said. "I have some skin lotion that I could apply to your sensitive young breasts and rub into the skin. It should make your skin more pliable and help it stretch over the swells of your breasts."

Sally gave me a big grin when I told her that. "Okay, Daddy, I'll let you try that on my titties." I got such a thrill when she said that. Not only was she going to let me play with her pretty young titties, she had called me Daddy. She was accepting me as a substitute for her deceased father. I got the skin lotion from my bathroom, while Sally stripped off her top. I sat down and Sally sat on my lap, bared to the waist and presenting her titties to me for my attentions.

Almost reverently I applied skin lotion to my palms, worked them against each other to warm them up, and then placed them over her firm warm breasts. The thrill I had from feeling up a ten-year-old girl's precocious titties was wonderful. I slid my hands around over her fleshy mounds getting acquainted with the feel of her. My fingers kneaded the girl flesh as I ran my hands in circles over her titties. My cock rose up stiffly in my pants.

Sally pressed herself forward against my hands, evidently liking what I was doing with her. I felt her pink nipples stiffen up in twin erections. I tried to catch hold of them between my thumbs and fingers, but the nubbins were slippery now with lotion coating them, and they kept slipping away from me. Sally giggled as she saw me trying to catch hold of her nipples. How stiff they were!

I decided to try something else with her. I slapped her titties lightly with my hands, and being moist they made delightful sounds. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" went my hands, pausing to watch her titties bobble about on her chest. I caught hold of her titties then and rubbed them briskly, working the lotion into her flesh. Sally whimpered a little as I got rougher with her, but she did not complain. I saw that the kid had a bit of a masochistic streak in her.

"You know, Sally, that was a very naughty thing you did last night, teasing me as you got undressed and ready for bed." I said.

"You liked it didn't you, Daddy?" she replied. "I know that men like to look at naked girls, and I don't mind showing myself to a nice man like you, Daddy."

"Well you are right about that, Sally. I really did like seeing you naked. But you only met me yesterday, and you need to know a man better before you get that familiar with him. I really think I should spank you to teach you not to do things like that, honey."

"Oh!" she said, her blue eyes wide. "Okay. You can spank me, Daddy." she said. With that Sally took off her miniskirt and then she lay down across my lap, presenting her panty clad bottom to me to spank. I raised my hand up and I began spanking her bottom. "Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!" went my hand, striking her fleshy ass cheeks. She squirmed around on my lap and my cock was stiff in my pants beneath the girl.

I was having fun spanking her, while at the same time I knew that I shouldn't be doing this with her. Sally seemed to be enjoying it too, and of course that was not supposed to be the idea. So I peeled her panties down over her bottom, down around her thighs, and then I spanked her bare bottom. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" went my hand, striking her forcefully and making her bottom redden. Ah, that was better. Sally began to cry, as I was finally hurting her a little. But I didn't want to overdo this and put the girl off, so I stopped spanking her.

My conscience stepped in then. Whatever was I doing, spanking a pretty ten-year-old girl's bare bottom? What would I do next? Perhaps diddle her clitoris and bring her to orgasm? Perhaps even fuck her? Somewhat in a panic I forced myself to stop, and I pulled her panties back up over her bottom. I had her get up then, and I apologized for spanking her so hard.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Sally. I shouldn't have spanked you so hard."

She gave me a big smile. "Oh, that's all right, Daddy. I didn't mind it. And I liked what you did with my titties too." My cock was stiffly erect in my pants as I struggled to control it.

I decided it was time for lunch. I needed something to get my thoughts off of fucking the girl. "I think I will fix us some lunch, Sally. Do you like clam chowder?"

"Oh yes, clam chowder is one of my favorites." she replied.

I got up and got us some lunch then, soup and sandwiches, with milk for her and coffee for me. Somewhat to my surprise Sally remained in her panties, shoes and socks, not bothering to put her top and her miniskirt back on. My cock was still very stiff in my pants and needing some relief, as I watched the pretty bare-breasted girl help me by setting the dinette table for our lunch.

She excused herself then, saying that she had to go to the bathroom. While she was gone I got a nasty idea about how to relieve my stiff erection. I had poured the clam chowder into two bowls by then. I took my cock out of my fly and quickly I jacked off, cumming in her bowl. Then I zipped up my fly and stirred the cum into her soup.

Sally returned from the bathroom then and we sat down to eat. After the first couple of spoonfuls she said "Umm, Daddy, this is the best clam chowder I have ever eaten!" I nearly choked on my own clam chowder at that comment. I was glad that Sally liked the taste of cum though.

After lunch she put some music on and danced about for me in her panties, her bare breasts jiggling about on her chest. She knew the effect that had on a man, and she was making the most of it. What a little prick teaser she was! I was not complaining though.

Sally got fully dressed before her grandmother returned home, and I bid them both goodbye. That night at my bedroom window I watched a repeat performance of the night before. Sally knew she had me truly interested in her now, and she danced about naked for my enjoyment. Indeed, the girl went so far as to use her fingers to spread her labia open for me, showing off the inner pinkness of her sex as she hunched her hips at me. It was a whorish thing to do. Considering that it was a ten-year-old girl doing it of her own volition, I loved it. Then we both went to bed.

That night I had the wildest dream. I dreamt that I decided to go next door and fuck my pretty new neighbor. I got out of bed, naked, and I let myself out through my window. I fumbled briefly with the screen on my neighbor's window and then I was able to remove it. I climbed through the window into Sally's bedroom. I walked quietly over to her bed. She was asleep. I heard the soft sounds of her slow breathing. I was going to spend the night with the young girl and fuck her.

I would never really do such a thing, but in our dreams anything is possible. I dreamt that I was with Sally by her bed. I turned on a small lamp on her dresser so that I would be able to look at her. She had only a sheet on as a cover. I took the sheet down to the foot of her bed. I tugged the top of her nightie up to her armpits, exposing her upper body, baring her pretty young breasts.

I slipped her panties down over her firm round bottom, and down from her groin, exposing her pussy. What a pretty hairless pussy she had! I took her panties the rest of the way off, over her pretty little feet. Gently I spread her legs apart, and her labia lips gaped open, exposing her vagina and her cute little girl pee-hole. I bent closer and I kissed her there, tasting her child sex. She murmured in her sleep. I paused for a moment, letting her fall more asleep.

I bent my head to her young breasts and in my dream I kissed her titties, and licked them, and I sucked at her nipples like a big baby. Somehow Sally woke up then and she began to make a fuss, so in my dream I took her panties and I stuffed them into her mouth to keep her quiet. I held the girl down on her bed then, as I used my mouth to make love to her. I kissed her all over. I nibbled at her titties and at her pussy, and I found her stiff clittie and I nibbled on it too.

In my dream the young girl thrashed about on her bed beneath me as I worked on her pretty body. She made urgent muffled noises through her panty gag and she hunched her hips up at my mouth. In my dream I was making her cum, sucking at her throbbing stiff clitoris. Her clitoris was the biggest I had ever seen on a little girl, and it was highly responsive as I kissed and licked and sucked on the fleshy pink nubbin.

Sally came down from her orgasm then. In my dream I let her rest for just a moment while I nursed at her little titties again. Then I went back down on her pussy and I made her cum some more with my mouth. How she writhed and whimpered on her bed as she came and came. I was having such a vivid dream, like it was almost real.

I decided that it was time to fuck the kid. I would never do such a thing to a ten-year-old girl in real life, but everything is permissible in our dreams. My cock was stiff and ready. Her vagina was wet with fluids from her orgasms. I set my cock head at the orifice of her vagina, and slowly I began shoving it into her. Her vagina was very tight as one might expect. I pushed my way in slowly, expecting to meet the resistance of her virginal hymen. Somehow in my dream the little girl had no hymen, and I went on into her up to her muscular cervix.

If this had been anything other than a dream, I would surely have found a hymen blocking the way. But in my dream Sally was not a virgin, and I was able to fuck her quite nicely. She was so delightfully tight, her pussy walls clinging to my cock, reluctant to let me pull back from her as though wanting me to remain locked inside her vagina forever. Indeed in my dream she was no longer fighting against me.

Sally locked her legs around my buttocks and she strained to fuck herself up at me. I let go of her arms when I saw she wasn't going to fight me. She took the panty gag out of her mouth and then she wrapped her arms around my neck. She made little noises of pleasure as we fucked together.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" she cried out in her little girl voice. In my dream I became her Daddy and I was fucking my little girl. How eager we both were to fuck. Surely it was only in a dream that a ten-year-old girl could love fucking so much. I was getting close to cumming.

Suddenly with a start I woke up, no longer dreaming. What a dream I had had! Where was I? Then I realized that my cock was held tightly by a warm moist pussy. I was propped up on my arms and looking down into the big blue eyes of the prettiest little girl. She was grinning up at me and calling me "Daddy" and begging me to fuck her! My God! It was no dream, I was really fucking little Sally. And what's more, she loved it!

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs from my mind. It was no dream! I was really fucking the little girl! I nearly panicked. I didn't want to go back to prison. Next time they would throw away the key, and I would have to spend the rest of my life in that awful place. I struggled to pull free of her, to get away. Sally's arms and legs were wrapped around me tightly, and her vagina was like a vise, clinging to my cock.

"What are you doing, Daddy? Don't you want to fuck me any more?" she asked, pouting.

"I can't, baby. I can't fuck you. Someone will find out and then I will have to go to prison." I said.

"Don't be silly, Daddy. I'm not going to tell anybody about us fucking. Come on now, get busy and fuck me. I know you want to, don't you?"

She was right, I really did want to fuck her. I would just have to trust her not to tell on me. I would have to be real nice to her from now on, and never get the girl angry with me. She held my future in her hands. I wondered if she knew how much power that she had over me now. I managed to put my fears away and I went back to fucking with Sally. She purred like a kitten, loving it.

I looked down at my little Fuck Girl's body. Her young titties were covered with reddened hickeys. I had really chewed them up in my sleep state. I would have to rub some skin cream into her titties to sooth them I thought. The thought of doing that to the pretty kid's titties made me cum then, squirting my male seed into her snug vagina. Sally cried out and the little girl came with me. Still she clung to me and I remained inside her, waiting for myself to stiffen up again for another round of fucking.

Looking down where my cock was buried in her body I saw her stiff reddened clitoris sticking up. I had done a job on that bit of girl flesh with my nibbling mouth too, making her cum and cum. No doubt the nubbin would be sore for quite awhile after what I had done to it. I could imagine Sally creaming her panties for the next day or two with every step she took. That thought had me stiffen up again in no time, and I began fucking with my new little Fuck Girl again.

Perhaps I could rub a bit of skin cream into her clitoris too, and maybe put a Band-Aid over it until it healed up. That thought got me fucking harder at the girl. Sally loved the harder fucking and she fucked me back enthusiastically. I told her that from now on whenever we were alone together I would call her my 'Fuck Girl'.

She laughed and said, "Okay. But then you will have to be my 'Fucker', Daddy." We kissed and exchanged tongues. Sally knew how to French kiss I saw. I realized that her deceased father had taught her these things. I wondered how long he had been fucking his little girl. How quickly she had accepted me as his substitute. We came again, clinging together as we came.

I was now getting the best fucking of my life. If this was a dream, let it never end I thought. But I could only fuck the kid for so long. After the fucking was over I applied skin lotion to her abused titties to soothe them. I also treated her bruised clitoris, applying a Band-Aid to the nubbin. Sally giggled a lot when I bandaged her clittie, even cumming yet again to my amusement.

We fell asleep together in her bed. I woke up early while it was still dark out, and I made my way back home to my own bed. I knew that I would have to be careful with Sally. I must not antagonize her. It would not do for me to get caught fucking such a little girl. But with care this could be just the beginning of a wonderful life together with my pretty Fuck Girl.

The next night I was feeling a bit tired so I thought I would stay home and catch up on my sleep. I was tired enough that I didn't expect to go sleepwalking again in any case. I awoke to discover a naked young girl in my bed, sucking my cock up to an erection. Sally had repaid my visit, sneaking over to my house through my bedroom window, as I had done the night before to visit her.

She grinned at me and said, "Wake up, Fucker! Your Fuck Girl is here!" So I peeled the Band-Aid off of her clitoris and I tickled it mercilessly until I brought the kid to an orgasm. Then I really went to work on my pretty little Fuck Girl. She was in for one hell of a night of sucking and fucking, and so was I. This was really the good life. May it never end.

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