Perverts 'R' Us

The Lonely Little Mistake

By Philthy ( M+/g+, pedo, cons )

When our neighborhood was built on land previously used for orchards, some of the old farm houses were left. These typically are a century old, and some are of Spanish Revival or Mission style architecture on much larger lots than those of the surrounding tract homes. There are rooms and garages added on, sometimes haphazardly, but they add a nice texture to an otherwise regimented beige and uniform high-cost suburban ghetto. One of these is around the corner from my home, not quite visible through a remnant of the old orchard between my back yard and theirs. The family that lives there is a divorced father, sons ages 15 and 16 and a nine-year-old daughter.

The father and sons are serious off-road fanatics. At least once a month, they load up the toy-hauler and hook it to the Dodge Ram truck for the weekend trip to the dunes. Those weekends the family doesn't go to the dunes, the boys ride their quads around the old trees of the orchard. The orchard itself is not tended or irrigated. Fruit is left to rot and fall on the ground. There are weeds everywhere. I often savored the thought that these few old homes did not have to comply with any CC&R's, covenant codes and restrictions applied by the "homeowners association" (hah!) to all the tract homes and imagined the blue-haired busybodies that make up the H.A. were apoplectic at the non-uniform condition of these homes. You could imagine them counting the perceived loss in property value for every minute beyond the appointed time of day that a trash can lingered at the curb instead of being tucked behind the required fence, as per the CC&R's. But I digress.

The daughter is reserved and I've never seen her riding with her brothers. She plays some soccer at a nearby park league, walking alone by my place going to and returning from practice. I've never seen her father accompany her to any game, if fact he has on many occasions asked me to take her to games outside the immediate neighborhood. He name is Elizabeth, a pretty girl with short brown hair and blue eyes. Despite her young age she is somewhat muscular from the rigors of soccer. I enjoy the occasional trips to away games although I feel awkward showing up with all these parents with someone else's daughter and none of my own. I've never married nor had any kids. Nonetheless the parents understand, and I soon learned from them that Elizabeth is a bit of an outcast in her immediate family. She was an unexpected and unplanned, indeed unwelcome addition to the family. Not yet a year old, her mom and dad began to have the marital problems that would eventually lead to a very ugly divorce. That she resembled her mom didn't make her any more endearing to her dad. Her brothers call her Lizard-breath to her face. Her mom lived with another man in another city.

Their home was an old two-story wood-frame structure with the living room, dining room and kitchen downstairs and the three bedrooms upstairs. To one side a three-car garage was added, and to the back of that a large screened porch. When Elizabeth was born, the dad converted the screened porch into a bedroom. There was a small bathroom off the garage that became hers, and her dad put a strip of carpet along the back wall of the garage so she could walk on carpet rather than concrete when going from her room to the rest of the house. Elizabeth lived in her own little world away from the rest of her family except for meals, immersed in soccer and her studies. She was a B+ student with no discipline problems at school, but seemed to have few friends outside soccer.

She does have her family's taste for power sports, nagging me incessantly to go for rides on one of my motorcycles. So far I have held her off for safety reasons. She has to have a full face helmet her size and appropriate riding gear, and I haven't been generous enough to buy them for her when her dad has a garage full of such gear for himself and his boys. I'm a little afraid that if I buy her stuff her dad would think I'm trying to seduce his kid.

On the days I've been over to pick her up for away games I've had a couple of occasions to encounter her while dressing in her room. She never closed the door it seems and I've seen her tugging pastel green panties over her bald pussy before she put on her shorts. At least once she saw me looking and turned to face me, naked from the waste down as she took her time pulling up her panties.

On another occasion I went to use the garage bathroom and found her sitting on the can. She never locked that door either. The kid is a little exhibitionist. I sort of made a habit of having to pee when I showed up and she seemed to make a habit of being on the can when I opened the door. The last time she opened her legs for me to have a good look, and that time I was in no hurry at all to close the door and look away. A smooth tummy disappeared into a nice rounded hairless camel toe, growing nipples dark against her tan body, no boobs to speak of, but the beginnings of shapely hips. Her legs were long, tan and muscular, covered with down. The real surprise was the tan lines, indicating her bathing suit was extremely skimpy. I've never seen her dressed in anything but jeans and a t-shirt or soccer togs. This last time she wiped herself while looking me in the eye, stood up without breaking our gaze, smiled, flushed, and walked past me to get dressed. I went into the bathroom and shut the door, my boner making it impossible to pee while standing.

That day when we came home her dad was having a party with some friends. There was a keg of beer and they were grilling steaks and dead chicken outside. His two boys were getting tanked with the adults. Elizabeth and I had a bit to eat and I had a beer with my dinner. After eating, she left the party for her room while I stayed around to talk with his friends and have another beer. I wasn't too impressed with his friends and by 9 pm I was ready to bail. But first some of that beer I borrowed had to go.

The two bathrooms in the house had lines waiting so I traipsed through the garage to use the bathroom there. There again I encountered Elizabeth, standing in the door to her room wearing only a very sheer black camisole and some tight high-cut black panties. "You're going to get me busted one of these days, Liz. I'm not supposed to hang around naked or half naked nine-year-olds like this. If your dad or anyone else sees this I could go to jail". Then she dropped a bomb shell on me.

It seems her fifteen-year-old brother started seeing the eleven-year-old girl up the street. Fair enough. Both parents worked and were never home. Then the sixteen-year-old brother began to see that girl's eight-year-old sister. Both brothers were fucking these two girls nearly every day. That left the nine-year-old sister out in the cold, until Liz's dad took a liking to her. Now when they go to the desert to ride their quads and dirt bikes, they take along the three neighbor girls. They ride all day, and screw all night in that toy-hauler parked in the driveway.

I was flabbergasted. Liz told me all of this matter-of-factly. Then the other shoe dropped. She came up to me, put her arms around me and gave me a nice, warm kiss. Not open-mouth, but sweet and lingering. Her abdomen pressed against my stiffie and I allowed my hands to run up and down her back and sides. Then she told me she wanted me to sleep with her just for a little while tonight. I was speechless, but she told me her dad and brothers would be in a drunken stupor and soon enough passed out. They wouldn't be up before noon at least. She informed me that her room has an outside door I was unaware of, a vestige of its previous incarnation as a porch. She suggested I leave the party and walk towards my home, then come back through the orchard and knock on her door.

"Quite the planner you are" I teased, but then in all seriousness asked, "What happens if I get you pregnant?"

She smiled sweetly and replied "I have sponges." Planner indeed!

I told her "You better put one in" and she startled me with her reply.

"No. I want you to. I'll wait by the door for you". With that she gave me another long kiss and I used the time to run a hand between her legs, giving her plump crotch a nice rub.

We broke the kiss and I went to tell her dad I was "heading home".

I found her dad in the kitchen, thanked him for the meal and beer and went to excuse myself and leave. He looked at me, tossed his head back and laughed "Bullshit, you're going to sneak around back and fuck Liz aren't you". I was speechless. He continued "busted dude, I can smell Liz's shampoo on you now. You've been back there with her." I could feel the heat rising in my neck and face. "Go ahead and spend the night, don't feel like you have to get up before the sun and sneak out. It's fine." Geez, now my head was spinning! "Go on, no one cares or is even paying attention." With this I was dismissed.

The door I had never noticed was opened a crack when I arrived. Liz was standing back a little in the shadows so she wasn't especially easy to see until I stepped into her room. Still in the camisole and panties I took her up in my arms and our lips again met. Her mouth opened this time, as did mine and our tongues found each other in between. While our tongues parried our hands roamed each other's bodies. Through my slacks I could feel my boner straining against her soft tummy, and my hand again found the nylon fabric of her panties impossible to resist. The kiss broke and we caught our breath.

I told Liz of my encounter with her dad and his seeming approval of our intimacy. Liz nodded and stated curtly, "He'd have some nerve to object!" Having cleared the air, we moved towards her big, comfy bed. I undressed as we walked and grabbed her from behind to play with her erect nipples and to caress her vulva. Liz leaned back against me as I carefully pulled and twisted her left nip, eliciting a sigh.

My right hand moved down her tummy and under the elastic of her panties. My index finger made a little circle on the hood of her nub, and then I raked the little rascal directly. A shiver went up her torso and she juiced instantly. Moving further south, my fingers found slippery hot inner lips that my fingertips sank into like quick sand. Her groove was a frictionless surface, soft and yielding to the touch, begging to be touched and stroked.

Liz's lips would take me two knuckles deep as I rubbed her up and down. It was becoming very difficult to remain standing and we finished undressing and collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles. With one hand under her lovely neck, I planted a wet kiss on a nipple, causing her breath to catch. My free had returned to its rightful place in her slit. She spread her legs wide as soon as my hand found her vulva, and I was able to slip a finger into her without resistance. She was so oily and slick, and so sloppy soft inside.

Since one finger went in so easily I had to try two. This too was no problem for her, although the stimulation was making her squirm and pant. This seemed like an opportune time to put her sponge in. Liz had already wet it when I was walking around the house to join her. It was in a small dish on her dresser. I picked it up so the cup was facing out, leaned on the bed again, cradled her head in hand and gave her a long kiss. With the other hand I eased the sponge all the way back to her cervix and took good care to position it just so.

Since my fingers were already there and her pussy felt so damn inviting, I tried to zero in on where I thought her sensitive spot was inside, back near the pubic bone and gave it a nice circular rub. In seconds she came, trembling and rocking her hips a little bit.

When her orgasm subsided, Liz unclenched her eyes and beckoned for me to mount her.

"Come on" she whispered, "cum inside me now."

With a boner that could cut glass, I kneeled between her open legs and leaned over to kiss her long and hard. I felt smooth girl fingers grasp my dick and urge it forward. As I leaned closer to her she placed the head at her lips and moved it up and down that fabulous groove a time or two before the entrance to heaven caught and trapped my knob.

With my knob inside her I leaned more weight forward and felt my dick slice into her, bathing it in her slippery liquid. Once past the entrance she was all hot slush inside. My dick felt as if suspended in some incredibly hot fluid with the most amazing texture that was melting the skin right off me! This was beyond skin to skin, it was like our skin had dissolved and we were no longer separate individuals. Did I mention she was hot?

I hadn't even retreated yet for the first stroke and my dick gave an ominous twitch. "Man, Liz, I might not last for you very long" I panted. She was off somewhere in her own world and didn't hear me. I kissed her neck and began to withdraw slowly. Geez she was silky. My dick gave a second warning twitch as I began to re-enter her. In total I lasted maybe sixty seconds before I blew. My dick began to twitch uncontrollably as I slid into her, and I remained fully inside her as what seemed like the longest orgasm in the history of man started to rip through my body.

Halfway through I began to stroke in and out of her rapidly as my dick spasms just kept coming and coming. Pull out and slam back in, twitch, twitch, twitch, repeat. Finally the twitching began to subside and I slid back in fully to relax and catch my breath. I was still rock hard though! We lay in bed like that, kissing and caressing each other, not knowing my still erect dick was making her increasingly hot. Slowly my sensitivity returned and I went to shift my position on her a little.

The movement of my dick in her brought it to full attention once again. One good stroke in and out and now Liz came for the second time. Her pussy seemed to open more, and the hot juice flowed freely. Her hips made sharp motions and her breath came hard. I sank full into her to savor the sensations of her body from the best possible position; my calibrated instrument recorded every carnal detail of her climax. What a soft pussy Liz had, really beyond my capacity to express in words. We continued like this and had a nice, slow, luxurious fuck that lasted nearly an hour before we again found our climax. Spent we drifted off to sleep.

Through the night we'd awake and couple, the next time with her on top, then side by side with her left leg up over my hip. That was a particularly nice fuck, we awoke and embraced side by side, kissing and running our fingers through each other's hair, touching cheeks and noses gently, sharing licks and kisses, nipples and my dick wide awake by now when she lifted her leg, reached between us and guided me in. I'd never fucked this way and was surprised at how good it felt. She was wide open! Our orgasms took their sweet time coming and we fell asleep again that way, with my dick still inside her.

After a nice late morning fuck, we jumped in the shower. Liz had a little "man kit" I called it for me, with a razor, shaving cream, toothpaste, and toothbrush. We showered together and became human-looking again. After dressing we decided to check out the state of her dad and her brothers. By now it was noon. Silently we opened the door from the garage to the house and crept inside. No one was downstairs so we tippy-toed upstairs.

There were plenty of people upstairs. It seemed the brothers had their girlfriends up there and the entire second floor was a symphony of gasps, pants, squeals and squeaking beds. Her younger brother's bedroom door was at the end of the hall and was open. All we could see was the foot of his bed, his feet, his rump rising and falling and two little legs spread wide. When he entered her you could see his butt cheeks flex in, so you knew he was driving it all the way home, trying to get every last millimeter of his dick inside her heavenly slit. Liz's dad had the nine-year-old on top and she took everything he had, leaving a snail trail of thick, glistening slime coating on his dick.

Liz and I just looked at each other and retreated down the stairs. Back in the garage I asked her, "You live with this huh?"

She nodded and said "C'mon, they aren't the only people here who can do that" as she grabbed at the front of my shorts and led me back to her room by my now hard cock.