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Subject: Next Door Treat (Mf, ped, inc, nc, bi)
Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 15:42:04 -0700
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Next Door Treat (Mf, ped, inc, nc, bi)
Looking at her you would not think she would be the kind of
little girl
> every child lover wants. But you would be wrong. Tiffany Colder was
a 10
> year old blonde that like to fuck older men. She was a little
chubby, flat
> chested and completely hairless, and no stranger to a male cock. In fact
> she had known her next door neighbor's cock for the last four years,
> permitting it easy entrance to all of her holes.
>
> Tiffany loved sexual attention and thought nothing of letting
the old
> man next door fuck her for hours. Her mother finally gave up on her lust
> and told the child to go live with the old man if she wanted him so much.
> And that is exactly what Tiffany did, and this is her story.
>
> I was six years old when I first noticed the old man next door
looking
> at me and rubbing something in his pants between his legs. He was
smiling
> at me and I was dripping wet from playing in the sprinkler. He stood
there
> holding a towel and motioned me over to him. Chilled, I wanted to go
to him
> and have him dry me off, and as he did so, his hands began feeling my
whole
> body, rubbing me between my legs. It felt good but I had no idea what he
> was doing, and I didn't really care.
>
> He picked me up and carried me into his house and gently took off my wet
> clothes. The fact that I was now naked in front of him did not bother me
> and he knelt down and began licking me, first on my face and then
everywhere
> else. I liked it. He kept this up for a long time and I didn't
notice that
> his finger was pushed up deep inside my cunny until he began moving
it. It
> didn't hurt much and it kinda felt good too. The dryer buzzed and his
> finger slipped out of me, and with his eyes closed he sucked his
finger into
> his mouth, cleaning off my wetness. With loving hands and lots of
kisses,
> he put my bathing suit back on me, now clean and warm, and sent me on
my way
> back home.
>
> Nobody had ever touched me before like that; nobody loved me
that much
> before I guess. But the old man next door must love me or he
wouldn't have
> made me feel that good or have held me the way he did. And he certainly
> would not have kissed me so much. If he loves me then I love him! And
> tomorrow I will tell him that I love him too and he can lick and feel
me and
> kiss me as much as he wants.
>
> Tiffany Colder was not your normal child, and the absence of a
father
> had the little girl desperate for male attention and acceptance. She
found
> it in the old man next door. Being a single parent, Marjorie Colder was
> struggling to make ends meet and raise a child. They were near the
poverty
> level and what money she had was running out, and as if that were not
> enough, she was functionally illiterate. She delivered newspapers in
an old
> red wagon she pulled down the sidewalk from house to house. Just 22
years
> old, with a 6 year old daughter and absolutely no future, she knew
that she
> had to do something, but her tired brain could think of nothing. This is
> how it had all began. Just turned 16 and quite pretty, Marjorie let her
> father fuck her without much complaint; she didn't have the mind for it.
> Nine months later Tiffany was born and the both of them were thrown
into the
> street to fend for themselves. Now they lived 6 years later in this old
> rusted trailer home with no running water or electricity, while next door
> was a large home and nicely trimmed lawns, cared for by an old man in his
> retirement years. It was just not fair, but Marjorie Colder could
not even
> feel that emotion.
>
> Sebastian Bridger, paid little notice to the junk pile that adjoined
> his property until he noticed the little girl. From the garbage rose a
> flower, sweet and pure. Tiffany was like a nymph. The 22 year old
mother
> looked like a poster child for missing children, skinny and
shapeless. It
> was pitiful. The child however, was long legged and completely
shapely in a
> little girl way. And while he watered his lawn, this nymph played in the
> waterfall that his sprinkler made, happily dancing to her own song.
Bridger
> watched.
>
> He had met the mother once as she hung up clothes and even spoke to her.
> She needed to borrow water in a pail just to accomplish that and when the
> few threadbare clothes were washed she was naked and sitting in the dirt
> waiting for them to dry. Her face was hollow and she looked
emaciated, and
> near death. She needed food and lots of it. He gave her an apple
from one
> of his many fruit trees and the mindless woman devoured it in
seconds, the
> drool oozing from her thin lips, her eyes blank and void of any life.
She
> drank from the pail of dirty water and layed down, a living skeleton.
>
> Unable to stand the sight of this, Bridger went shopping and brought
over a
> months worth of food, and for the next month nursed the woman back to
life
> and some degree of health. Tiffany had no other way to thank the old man
> but to give herself to him and so she did. Now she was his lover in
every
> possible way.
>
> The rust covered door to the trailer opened, and a child stepped
past
> it and onto the rusty steps that led to the ground. Dressed in only
a clean
> but still stiff T-shirt, she closed the door quietly so as not to
wake her
> sleeping mother. Across the dirt lot, she stepped onto the lush finely
> trimmed lawn and headed for his back door. He was waiting for her,
and she
> knew it.
>
> Once inside she pulled off the shirt and let him carry her away. She
would
> no longer be a child tonight, her life she had given to him.
>
> Layed back on the bed that was vastly more comfortable than her own, she
> watched him remove his clothes and come to her. As if it were the most
> natural thing in the world, she opened up to receive his kiss,
needing the
> passion he had for her. Slowly the kiss on her lips ended and moved
down to
> her neck and places far below. Her tiny body pulsed with every touch
of his
> tongue, this was heaven for the little girl and she wanted this to never
> end. And for the next three days, she lived this dream of being loved so
> much.
>
> Tiffany wanted to be fucked, she felt that she needed it and it was
> certainly time for more sex with the man she loved. He had never
hurt her
> and she knew he was not capable of doing so. It did not matter or
come to
> mind that she was a very little girl and he was a 60 year old man.
All that
> mattered was being joined, hopefully forever. This was her thought
pattern,
> and the child was going to turn into a woman tonight and have his
baby too.
> Children think this is so easy.
>
> At his age, his penis was still large to her, but more than small
enough to
> fit her hole without pain. She would be stretched, and that was part
of the
> feeling she needed, the feeling of being stuffed full, like a Turkey
dinner
> that she had never tasted. It would happen tonight!
>
> The lubricant was applied and it was cold as it touched her hairless
> pussy, but she did not jerk in reflex, she let her man rub it into
her tiny
> hole and waited. [Boy the nurses like this part, go figure.] With
practiced
> care she watched him smooth the lubricant all over his cock. The
moment was
> not far away. It was huge and shiny now and she was getting nervous
as he
> moved to her. The head of his cock poised at the tiny entrance of her
> vaginal hole, pressing against it gently. She wanted her mommy now, no,
> wait, it's going in, stretching her open, feeling not so bad. She
can feel
> the gentle push into her body and she is opening up for him, one
inch, and
> then three, finally all of it. This never before felt feeling is
wonderful
> as she realized she was prior to this vacant. Oh, now this, he is
moving in
> her, in and out slowly so as not to harm the child. She is reacting, not
> because she wants to, but because she has to, her mind is no longer
> controlling her body, she is in primal heat and this is going to be
the best
> thing ever that has happened to her.
>
> [The chemotherapy is like dying more than once, and this was my third
dose
> in a series of three. I was balding before, but now I am ready for the
> movies, maybe a remake of "The King and I". NO! Well it would take away
> the time I need with Shelley anyway. The IV drip looks like vomit poured
> into a bottle and hung upside down, and this shit is going into my
body as I
> write on my laptop, God, I hope it works!]
>
> The feeling of her man's ejaculate filling her is a sensation
Tiffany
> can only have wished for, she has his seed now, her pussy sore and
slightly
> swollen. He lies beside her, holding her close, loving her as only a
simple
> man can.
>
> End