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From: Simple Man <Simple@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASI} "Isabel" (Mg, cons, rom, pedo) Part 1 of 2
Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 00:37:57 -0600
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Isabel
{ASSI} (Mg, cons, rom, pedo)
By Simple Man
Ah, my first day of retirement and here I was at my new suburban home
and the moving van was just leaving. Fortunately I had the good insight to
have them place the furniture and boxes in the correct rooms or I would have
been lugging things around here for weeks. My first place of attack was the
kitchen, well I was hungry, where the hell would you start? It took me just
over two hours to get things unboxed and put away. My appliances were all
new because I had lived in a furnished apartment before I retired. This was
going to be the life, no doubt about it. I was little Molly homemaker for a
little while anyway. Before long the kitchen was in good shape, the fridge
loaded and stuff put away. It was time to get something to eat before I
fainted dead away.
I don't know about you, but a couple of fried eggs and ham go pretty good
any time of day. As I finished my coffee, I thought how great it was going
to be to sleep in and not have to go to work anymore, yea, this was the life
all right, and I waited a hell of a long time for this.
I planned on hitting my bedroom next, and fortunately the mover had
already set up the bed for me and placed the rest of the furniture where I
wanted it. It too was all new. I unpacked the boxes and hung up my clothes
that needed hanging, and the rest went into my dresser drawers. With that
done I hauled the empty boxes out the back door and began piling them up. I
figured I would save them and store stuff in the garage, which reminded me
that I had to get a car or something, maybe even a truck, always wanted one.
With the last box stacked up neatly, I turned around and ran smack into a
little girl, and with my size compared to hers, she went down like a fallen
tree. When I managed to regain my composure I knelt down to see if she was
okay. She was and she was smiling and giggling. I introduced myself.
"My name is Robert and I'm 62 years old and I just moved in today!"
"My name is Isabel and I'm 9 years old and I live next door to you!"
She certainly was pretty; in fact she was downright cute. I have had a
thing for little girls all my life, and never being married, well I just
like to look. Don't care much for women, too demanding for me. No a little
girl asks for very little, and that's the way I like it. I held out my hand
to help her get up and she accepted it. Suddenly her expression changed
from smiling to a look adoration, and it took me by surprise. She made
certain her dress came all the way up so I could see all of her pretty legs
and thighs and her white cotton panties.
I had a million questions I wanted to ask her, but this was not the time for
it, because I could hear a woman calling for her to come home, and with that
the adoration changed into a kind of disgust. Isabel stood on her tiptoes
and kissed me on my lips and scurried off. I stood there not believing what
just happened and thinking how much I liked it.
By the next morning I had most of the boxes in the garage and I would
organize them later. I went back into the house and began putting things
away, when all of a sudden I could feel eyes on me. Trying to act as normal
as possible I continued with my cable connection and then turned around.
There was Isabel and there was not much to her clothing today, some really
skimpy shorts and a little pull over top that hid nothing it was so short.
"Dress yourself this morning?"
"Yep, you like?"
"I like!"
"You gonna work all day or do you want to play with me?"
"All right, what would you like to play; I have some video games here."
"Naw, can we play somthin else?"
"What you got in mind?"
"Well maybe you could kiss ME this time!"
"You really want to be kissed by and old man?"
"Yer not so old and I think maybe just right for me."
"What makes you say that?"
"Cause you probably won't kiss and tell, like that mean Randy Miller
did!"
"Who is Randy Miller?
"Oh just some boy in my class at school, and he's a jerk too!"
"You gonna kiss me or just stand there talking?"
Come here little one, you want a kiss, we'll I'll give you a kiss and I won'
t tell anyone I did it. That brought out a big smile on Isabel. She moved
up next to me and tilted her head so I could kiss her. My lips made contact
with hers and my left hand went behind her head while my right hand went
around her waist, where all I felt was her warm little girl flesh. The kiss
was extremely passionate and Isabel was hungry for it, and she liked being
held. As I continued to kiss her, my right hand slipped under her loose top
and discovered her just developing breasts. As my hand rubbed over them her
nipples became hard and protruded slightly.
"Do you mind if I touch you like this?"
"Oh gosh no! I like it, don't stop, please!"
Drool was running down Isabel's chin, from the kissing and she looked
darling and just a little bit excited.
"Would you mind if I kissed them?"
"Yes, you can kiss them. Are you gonna make love to me?"
"What do you know about making love? What do you think it means?"
"Well, it means sorta, well its like, well, you know, I let you and you
do it with me!"
"Do what?"
"Boy you don't know much do you? I'm talking about you fucking me,
that plain enough for you?"
"Are you serious? You're just a little girl!"
"You think I'm pretty don't you? You kissed me real good and touched
my breasts, I think maybe you want me, so what's wrong with doing me? I
want it!"
"Oh yea, well what if I got you pregnant? You ready for that?"
"Your silly, I'm not old enough to have a baby yet, and even if I was,
I think I would like that! So there, smarty pants!"
I lifted her top and began sucking on her forming breasts, and she just
wrapped her hands behind my head and pressed me into her harder. Isabel's
flesh was as soft as a baby's and extremely pliant. She was groaning softly
as I nursed on her, and after a few minutes, pushed me away.
"Want to take my shorts off of me? I don't got no panties on
underneath!"
What the hell was I supposed to do? Ignore the fact that this little beauty
wanted to get down and dirty with me. She was offering everything I had
ever dreamed of and my fingers moved to pull her shorts down. I had to tug
them off of her they were so tight. As they fell to her ankles she stepped
out of them and spread her legs, letting me get a good look at her prominent
pussy. She had a three finger gap between her legs and it let her stick out
very nicely. I had to admit she looked very fuckable. I was just about
ready to touch the hairless pubes when her mother screamed out.
"Isabel Ann McAlister, you get your butt home right now! What do you
mean leaving your room in a mess like that? And if you over there bothering
our new neighbor that just moved in, I'm going to tan your hide, now you get
home right now girl!"
Isabel's face turned to disgust and she dressed quickly, saying she would be
back, and then out the door she ran. Right now I need a beer, maybe two.
She was so pretty and willing to do everything, I found it hard to believe.
And her body was a work of Heaven, the good Lord made no mistakes creating
Isabel.
[Part one of two parts. The story is fiction only in the sense that there
was any improper behavior on the part of Isabel, and the reactions I had to
her. The 9 year old still lives next door to me and we are great friends,
especially to my dog RIP, a Siberian husky.]