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Sara Next Door (MfMM, incest, nonconsent, anal, vaginal penetration, oral)
At one time, I lived next door to a mixed couple, one of them Caucasian and
the other Hispanic. They were an odd-looking match, but nice people, and
they had two children, a 3-year-old boy and an 8-year-old girl. Children
of
mixed marriages always seem to turn out either very attractive or very
homely, and these were no exception. The toddler had his father's kinky
hair but not as dark, and a muddy complexion. But the little girl, Sara,
was gorgeous. She had a golden complexion, fine features combining the best
of each parent, and straight, raven-dark hair. Whenever I would see her
playing outside, I would catch myself staring at her, thinking about what
a
fox she was going to grow up to be. Occasionally, the thought would
actually get me aroused, and then I'd get disgusted at myself, wondering
what I was thinking.
Sara and I knew each other pretty well, since I was often doing something
outside when she was out playing. She would usually just wave or yell "Hi"
to me, but sometimes she would stop to talk a little. On this particular
day, I was sitting on my front porch, having just finished mowing the lawn.
Sara, wearing a bathing suit (from playing in the lawn sprinkler, I guess),
decided to come up and talk for a minute, but on her way up the concrete
steps, she slipped off the edge and scraped the inside of her leg as she
fell. She immediately burst into tears, and I jumped up to lift her up onto
the porch, wanting to help her. "It's just a bad scrape," I told her, "but
let's go inside and take a look at it." I picked her up and carried her,
still sniffling, into the bathroom, intent on patching her up.
Sitting her down on the commode lid, I began to examine her injury. It
wasn't serious, but I'm sure it hurt like hell at that moment. She had
scraped the inside of one thigh, from about five inches above her knee
almost to her crotch. There was no blood, just a big red welt and some
minor skin shredding. "I have some medicine that will make it feel a lot
better. Would you like me to put some on?" She nodded her head, still
sniffling back tears. Pulling out some lidocaine gel ("For sunburns and
minor skin irritations"), I gently smoothed some onto her leg. Her
sniffling stopped as I worked it over the scrape. Finding myself with more
than I needed, I spread it off to the sides of the injured area.
With the one end of the scrape so close to Sara's crotch, I found myself
needing to spread the excess gel high enough that I worried I might freak
her out. "Sara, sweetheart, I'm going to have to move your suit out of the
way a little. I don't mean anything by it, but I don't want to get this
medicine all over your pretty bathing suit. Is that alright?" She nodded
yes, her eyes still moist. I carefully took ahold of her suit on one side
of the V, just above her crotch, and pulled it to the side, putting my hand
over the exposed area to preserve her modesty. She didn't seem to mind,
letting me work in the rest of the gel. As I neared completion, I mentally
stepped back to look at myself: Here I was with an 8-year-old girl, and I
had my hand on her young pussy, rubbing her leg. I caught myself lingering,
and, discovering I was starting to get a hard-on, I quickly finished up,
putting her suit back in place. What in hell was I thinking? I washed my
hands, asking her if her leg felt better, and she said it did. "What were
you coming up to tell me, anyway?" I asked. "I don't remember," she said,
with an odd tilt of her head. "Well, you'll think of it later. Time to run
on and play!" Thanking me, she headed out the door, off to find her little
friends.
Ashamed of the thoughts that had just run through my head, I nonetheless
found myself turning back to them. Her little golden body, one of my hands
between her legs, the look on her face... had she actually been enjoying
having me touch her there? Impossible! She was much too young to understand
what I had been thinking. Not too young to feel something, maybe, but too
young to understand. I shook my head to clear it, and went back to
finishing up my yard work.
About an hour later, Sara came back. She had changed clothes, and she was
now wearing a little skirt and blouse. "My leg is starting to hurt again",
she said. "Could you please put some more of that medicine on me?" I told
her to come on in, and we'd take care of it. And was that a coy look on
her
face, as if she wasn't being entirely honest about her pain? Whatever...
back we went to the bathroom, and I pulled out the gel again. Sara had
already sat on the commode again, and had gotten into position by lifting
up
her skirt and parting her legs slightly. I began putting on the gel, and
again I found myself with a little too much, needing to spread it around.
"I don't want to get this on your panties, either, Sara", I said, getting
her approval on moving them out of the way. She just nodded, so I went
ahead. Her panties were fresh, of course, and were white with little blue
flowers. I took ahold of them near the bottom of the V and pulled them to
the side, once more putting my free hand over Sara's crotch. She spread her
legs obligingly as I finished my work. Almost too obligingly, I thought...
again, I had to catch myself mentally, turning away just before I might
embarrass myself. Sara thanked me, and I sent her back out to play.
Having finished up the yardwork just before this, I decided it was time to
catch a shower. While soaping up, my thoughts kept turning back to Sara,
and the way she seemed to be enjoying our little "fix-it" sessions, perhaps
even planning the second one? I started to get hard again, and turned the
water ice-cold for a minute to put a stop to that train of thought.
Finishing up, I quickly dried off and grabbed my bathrobe. As I tied it
around and stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the doorbell. Wondering
who
could be here, I peeked out a window near the front door. It was Sara
again! She had changed clothes once more, and was now wearing shorts
instead of a skirt. What was she up to?
Answering the door, I found Sara smiling up at me. "It's much better, but
could you put some more of that medicine on, just in case?" she asked.
"Sure", I found myself saying, "Come on in." What was I getting myself
into, here? Sara went straight to the bathroom, but she didn't sit down
right away. Suddenly, I realized why... with the shorts she was now
wearing, I was actually going to have to take them off to get to her leg!
Sara knew this, and was standing up, waiting for me to figure it out. This
can't be happening, I heard a part of me saying, even as another part of
me
said, "I'll have to pull down your shorts to help you. Should I just pull
down your panties, too, so they won't get in the way?" Sara mumbled that
this probably was best, so I gently slid shorts and panties down to her
ankles at the same time, revealing her beautiful little golden body,
hairless little slit in front and rounded little ass behind. She stepped
out of the fallen shorts, taking her seat on the edge of the commode and
spreading her legs again. Her tiny slit opened up slightly, and my eyes
were drawn to her there as I opened the medicine cabinet.
Knowing now, without a doubt, that Sara was enjoying the touching and was
taking advantage of the situation, I decided it wouldn't hurt to play along.
Instead of the lidocaine gel, this time I pulled out some mild,
fragrance-free aloe lotion. "This is something different, Sara, it's just
to help it heal", I said. She nodded, half-interested. I squirted a
generous amount onto her leg, insuring there would be plenty to go around.
As I began to spread the last of it upward to her crotch, I slowed down
considerably, rubbing a little more thoroughly. Sure enough, Sara closed
her eyes, enjoying my touch! I was fascinated, and I suddenly realized I
was as hard as a rock, making an obvious tent in my bathrobe as I knelt
there. Okay, here goes nothing, I thought... "Sara, have you ever had a
boyfriend?" "Not really", she said, "Just pretend, at Valentines' Day."
"Have you ever been kissed by a boy?" She shook her head no, her eyes still
closed. "Would you like to be? I'll show you how", I said, going for
broke. Sara opened her eyes for a moment, looking into mine, then closed
them again and nodded her head "yes". I leaned over and pressed my lips
gently to hers for a minute or so. When I pulled back, her eyes opened
about halfway. Seeing no reluctance, I leaned in again, and this time she
put one arm up around my neck, gently pulling me to her.
I had never stopped my rubbing, so as I put my free arm behind Sara's waist,
I began to concentrate on the hand between her legs. Moving entirely over
to her tiny pussy, I cradled it tenderly, able to cover it completely with
my palm. I let my hand rest there for a minute, then gently reached a
well-lubricated finger or two all the way around to the crack of her little
golden ass. Sara shuddered a little, but she showed no sign at all of being
uncomfortable, although she broke off the kiss and just snuggled against
me.
After a few minutes more, I slowly and carefully pulled one finger back up
through, lightly sliding into her slit. Sara's breathing was speeding up
now, and I decided to go really slow, so as not to scare her. I could feel
the tiny entrance to her hole, near the bottom of her pussy, and I massaged
that a little, not attempting to go in. I just savored the feel of her,
this pre-pubescent little fox who was putty in my hands, enjoying my good
luck.
Using my thumb, I found the upper end of Sara's pussy and located her tiny
clit. It was swollen and hard, so I told myself to be very, very gentle.
Pressing over it with my palm, I made slow, circular motions, which she
began to match, her breathing getting faster. I noticed that her pussy lips
had begun to swell a bit, too. "Mmmm..." she murmured in my ear, "that
feels so good!" "You feel good to me, too, sweetheart", I answered. "How
would you like to go in and lie down on the bed?" "Mmmm-hmmm..." was her
only answer.
Picking her up and carrying her easily, I took Sara to the bedroom and laid
her on the bed. Stretching out next to her, I said, "Sometimes it's kind
of
embarrassing to be the only one without clothes on, like when you go to the
doctor. Would you like to undress me, too?" "Sure", she said, with obvious
interest. Since I was only wearing a bathrobe, this was relatively quick
and easy for her, simply a matter of untying the sash. My hard-on popped
into full view, and Sara's eyes got big. "I knew boys had something like
that, because I've seen my little brother in the bathtub before", she said,
"But I didn't know it would get so big!" (Mind you, I'm not overly
well-hung, but she was 8 and it probably looked huge to her.) "Would you
like to touch it?" I asked. She didn't answer, she just reached over and
put her hand on my dick, squeezing it a little. I jumped a bit with her
touch, but then relaxed and enjoyed it. Sara was fascinated, touching me
up
and down my length, then reaching around to my balls. "Be gentle down
there", I said softly, "you can hurt me by accident." "I won't hurt you,
I
promise", she told me, so I let her continue to explore, although my balls
were beginning to ache with tension. My dick was rock-hard, and a bead of
fluid was poised at the tip. Sara spotted it and asked about it. "Do you
have to pee?" "No, I don't have to pee", I chuckled, "that's just what
happens when I'm with a pretty girl." That brought a delighted giggle from
Sara, who snuggled up next to me on the bed, half-naked against me. I
covered us both with my bathrobe and smothered her with kisses, enjoying
this timeless moment of closeness.
After a bit, I asked Sara if she would put some lotion on me, the way I had
put it on her. "Are you hurt, there?" she asked, concerned. "No, but it
will feel good to me, just like it felt good to you." This seemed to
satisfy her, so she hopped up and went back to the bathroom, returning with
the aloe lotion I had used last. Climbing back up on the bed, she squirted
some onto her hand, then began to rub it onto my dick. I lay back, letting
her slide her little hand up, down and around my dick, just enjoying the
sensation. My own breathing was speeding up, now, and I knew I wasn't able
to take much more. When she began to spread the lotion onto my balls, I had
her stop. "Let me rest for a minute", I said, between rapid breaths. "That
feels so good. How about if I put some more on you, too?" She said yes to
that, laying back and parting her legs wide for me, so I put some lotion
on
my hand and obliged her, this time going straight to her pussy. Her lips
were still swollen, and I rubbed them with most of my hand while sliding
one
finger back into her slit to caress her gently. As Sara moaned quietly,
I
leaned over to kiss her, and she put an arm around me again, pulling us
close. She reached down with the other hand, wanting to fondle me at the
same time, but she couldn't reach. "How about this," I suggested... "I'll
lay on my back, and you sit on top of me. Then we can rub each other at the
same time." Sara seemed to like that idea, so I rolled to my back as she
sat up next to me.
Putting one leg over my middle, Sara climbed up and straddled me. Taking
ahold of her thighs to help, I lifted her back a bit and sat her on top of
my throbbing dick. With the help of all the lotion, her pussy lips easily
positioned themselves around me, cradling me in her young heat. We both
said, "Mmmm", at the same time, then laughed at our timing. "Now let's rub
each other", I said, using my hips to slide my dick up and down her slit.
Sara got the idea quickly, moving with me. I took a moment to look at
her... this beautiful little 8-year-old girl was riding me like some
pre-teen Lady Godiva on her horse, her shiny raven hair cascading around
her
shoulders, her golden legs spread to either side of me in a kneeling
position. Her young pussy was incredibly hot, and my breathing began to
get
ragged. With each stroke, the head of my dick slipped back and forth over
her tiny clit, causing her to breathe through her mouth, as her beautiful
little golden body soaked up this new pleasure. I could see the bottom of
her rib cage heaving, and wanting it all, I reached up and unbuttoned her
blouse to reveal a pair of young nipples. They were hard, and I touched
them tenderly. Suddenly, Sara went rigid on top of me, except for her hips,
which pushed hard into me in short little jerks. Between her pussy lips,
I
could feel her muscles contracting in her moment of ecstasy. This was all
I
could take, and I grabbed her grinding hips, my own orgasm joining hers as
I
shot all over us both. She continued humping for a bit, then collapsed onto
my chest, exhausted. I pulled her up to my mouth and kissed her, as we lay
together in my cum.
I could hardly believe what I had just done! Yet here was my little
golden-skinned neighbor, cuddling with me on the bed, her obvious
contentment showing that she had enjoyed the encounter as much as I had.
I
thought it best to probe a bit, to make sure she understood how private this
had to be. "Sara, did you enjoy that as much as I did?" I asked her.
"Mmmm," she murmured, snuggling against me. "I'd like to do it again, if
you would," I told her. "Can we, please? I like being with you," she said.
"I want to be with you, too, Sara," I said, "but the only way is if we keep
it as our special secret, just between you and me. Other people wouldn't
understand." I kneaded the cheeks of her beautiful little ass while I
spoke, to emphasize how nice it was to be together. "Can't I even tell my
friends?" she asked. "Not even your very best friend in the whole world.
If anyone at all finds out, we'll have to stop seeing each other." (I
didn't add that I'd be sitting in a jail cell!) "Then nobody else will find
out. I want to do this again and again!" she told me. With this
encouragement, I slid my fingers down between her legs and found her young
pussy again, stroking her gently as I covered her with little kisses. She
giggled again as my lips caressed her, but her breathing started to speed
up
anyway, especially when I kissed her nipples. Finally, I slid her downward
until her wet pussy was against my aching dick, and I began sliding it up
and down between her golden legs, her little hips rocking in counterpoint.
As I brought her to another shuddering climax, I surprised myself by going
over the edge again too, shooting my cum all over her ass this time.
Afterward, we just held each other for a long time. Eventually, I
reluctantly suggested she ought to head home, before her folks missed her.
We cleaned each other up with damp washcloths, and I helped her get dressed.
As I walked her to the door, I told her to come back whenever she wanted,
and we'd cuddle like this again.
A few days went by, and I was beginning to think Sara wasn't coming back
--
and I worried that she might have gotten scared and spilled the beans --
but
then I found her at my door one afternoon, asking to come in. She was
wearing a new bathing suit, and she said she'd been anxious to show it to
me. (She did look pretty in it, but now I was more interested in taking
it
off of her!) We went back to the bedroom again, and I eased her out of her
suit, then let her take my clothes off, and we cuddled up under the covers.
Her little naked body felt wonderful against me, and we stroked and caressed
each other for well over two hours, each of us enjoying a pair of orgasms.
It became a pattern that we would see each other about every other day,
never more than three days apart. Each time, we'd caress each other to at
least one climax, one way or another. Sara never seemed bothered by my cum,
just lying in it afterward, or spreading it around on both of us with her
hands. I never asked her to suck it from me, since that would have felt
crude and exploitative. But I did suggest "kissing" her pussy, which she
let me do fairly often. She would giggle uncontrollably, as I worked my
way
down to her tender young sex, but as I took her in my mouth, her giggles
would stop and her breathing would get ragged. What a heavenly taste her
fresh, young slit had! As I got bolder with this, my tongue would probe
into her cunt a little ways, and I would drink in her little-girl juices
hungrily. As her climax took over, she would clamp down on my tongue, her
hips rocking against me in her pleasure.
About a month into our affair, I began slipping a finger up into her tiny
cunt... partway, just far enough to bump into her hymen. I would keep it
there while I massaged her clit, bringing her to an orgasm with me "inside"
her. I knew this was as close as I would come to that, for now, but it was
still a rush, and Sara seemed to enjoy it too. One day, as she came to a
climax with my finger in her, she arched her hips against me hard enough
that my finger tore through her hymen. She yelped a little at that, so I
pulled my finger out and just held her gently for the rest of that
afternoon. But the next time she came over, she asked me to put my finger
in her again, and this time, when she began rocking her hips, my finger
plunged all the way into her, up to my knuckles. She shuddered a little,
and she asked me to be gentle, but she kept me in there right through to
her
orgasm. This became a regular part of our times together, one that Sara
seemed to love as much as I loved doing it. She began to experiment with
using her hand on me, her little lotion-covered fingers encircling me and
stroking until I came, as I gently finger-fucked her to her own climax.
I knew that my finger was all Sara would be able to take inside her, as an
8-year-old, but as our affair continued, I began to wonder how old she
would have to be before my dick would fit into her young cunt. I certainly
didn't want to hurt her, but how wonderful it would be to be able to make
love with my young friend! When she turned 10, I suggested trying it...
she
was still far too tight, and I knew better than to push too hard on this
one. But Sara was intrigued, now, and she wanted to "try it again" every
so
often. Each time, I'd get the head a little farther into her, my balls
aching with anticipation! When she was almost 11, we finally were able to
make it all the way, my dick sliding full-length up into her deliciously
tight, hot, pubescent cunt! We just held each other that way for a long
time, her face a mask of contentment, as I stroked her fine, golden back,
her long black hair covering us both. She was way too snug for us to pump,
that time, so we just sort of wiggled our way to orgasm, her clit pressing
against me as my dick rubbed against her cervix. It didn't take long, and
for the first time, I came inside my young lover, filling her with my hot
cum. (I had had a vasectomy years ago, so getting her pregnant was not a
concern.) This lubricated us well enough that we could pump a little, which
we started to do, neither of us wanting to separate just yet. Slowly,
gently, we made love that day, and I came to another two orgasms, while Sara
had at least three. Neither of us wanted it to end.
Sara and I continued to see each other on a regular basis, but as she got
older, her life was getting busier. She was a kid, after all, and unlike
my
one-track mind, she had other things to occupy her. Our times always seemed
special to us both, but I knew her life would take her in other directions,
so I tried hard not to cling too tightly. At about age 13, she began to
notice other boys her own age, and I felt a twinge of jealousy, even though
I knew it had to be. Eventually, she started to date, and she lost interest
in our special times together. Finally, she stopped coming over at all,
and
I missed her terribly.
Once, when Sara was 15 (and absolutely gorgeous), she came over again. "I
want to thank you for the times we had together", she said. "You were a
gentle, wonderful teacher, and you'll always be special to me." "As you
will to me", I said. "How about one more time, to remember by?" She
giggled, then reached up to kiss me, coming into my arms without any
hesitation. She was a young woman now, with shapely breasts, and as they
pressed into me, we both felt the fire building... we hurried to the bedroom
and took each other with the familiarity of old lovers (which, I guess, we
were), and I would say it was the most intense sex I have ever had, or ever
will. Unfortunately, Sara's family moved away shortly after that, and I
never saw her again.
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