                                          House-sitter (pt. 2)
 
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION,ANY RESEMBLANCE OF THESE FICTITIOUS EVENTS TO ANY ACTUAL PERSON,LIVING OR DEAD,IS WHOLLY COINCIDENTAL.NOTHING IN THE REALM OF FICTION WRITING IS OFF-LIMITS.THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE,ENCOURAGE OR PARTICIPATE IN ANY MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND/OR ILLEGAL BEHAVIOR.IF YOU ARE NOT 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER YOU ARE COMMITTING A CRIME.PLEASE CEASE AND DESIST,IMMEDIATELY.AS FOR THE REMAINDER OF YOU GENTLE READERS BE AWARE THAT THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL CONTACT BETWEEN CHILDREN AND ADULTS.Story Codes:Mg,ped,cons,rom  


 Here I was,in my ex's place-wearing nothing but a towel-with a six-year old friend of my young son's.A little girl named 

Allison.I was feeling that old pull of sexual attraction towards the first-grader that I've always gotten from little girl 

children.I had her straddling my left leg,had thrown my normal caution to the winds (my rock-hard cock had no little part in 

that)and was beginning to manipulate her pussy on my leg.The signals I was receiving from her I had interpreted as tacit 

approval of the stimulation,with what seemed to be,to me,prior experience in this behavior.Had she played this type of game 

before? My intuition was telling me so, but a hard-on had subverted my common sense and instinct for self-preservation 

before.My hands were at her waist,my left leg bare underneath her.The towel was still wrapped around my waist and 

concealing most of me.Hell,she was already straddling my leg,not looking at me.I decided to take this a bit farther.Quickly 

my mind checked off the possible interruptions (and ensuing explanations)and I didn't like the odds.I would have to put 

some shorts on,at least.To be caught in the present circumstances would make my position untenable.I glanced at the 

clock.Five minutes. I would explore the chance Allison was in familiar territory and was enjoying my attentions.She leaned 

back a little,wiggling on her perch.Impatiently,I thought.I began flexing my leg,simultaneously rocking her crotch back and 

forth."You have a pretty little butt,Alli," I said,"and I really like girls with pretty butts."She sighed,arching her back and 

pressing her little pussy harder on my thigh.My hands pulled her butt farther up my bare leg,I began inching my splayed 

fingers down to where her pussy was contacting my leg,first by touching my fingers together right below her belly-button 

then dropping them down in small increments as I continued to move her back and forth.My leg was alternately tightening 

and lifting slightly,then relaxing and falling back to rest.She still refused to look at me, I could tell,though,she was alert for 

whatever I decided was coming next."I really like playing with you,Allison,'cuz you're so pretty," I murmured,"do you like 

this game?" She hesitated,I pushed my fingers down to her pussy,gently,so not to scare her,and stroked her easily. "Yeah,this 

game is fun." She was watching my fingers intently. "Do you think we'd be in trouble for playing this game?," I whispered to 

her.She turned her head towards me,I was looking at her seriously.Suddenly she reached out and put her right hand directly 

on my throbbing dick where it made a significant bulge under the towel. "Heyyyy."I was startled,momentarily.Hadn't even 

been expecting that.She smiled widely at me,squeezed me tightly for a second and gave a short laugh."I'd get in trouble for 

that." she said. "Well,we don't have to tell anybody about it,"I boldly ran my fingers into the leg holes of her outfit,"'cuz I'd 

be in trouble for this,probably."I lifted the leg of her panties and inserted my right index finger and rubbed her bare 

pussy.She smiled at me,again briefly squeezing my cock. "Heyyy," I said again, "that's my leg." She laughed aloud 

again,gleefully, then shook her head,emphatically. "Uh-unh," she said, "that's your boner." She leaned backwards,looking 

down at her hand resting on my dick."No,that's just my leg," I said, "little girls don't know what a boner is." We both heard a 

car come down the street out front. She sat up quickly,"I better see who that is." she said. I nodded and lifted her off my 

leg.She ran to the front windows in the living room. I got up and grabbed my bag of clothes,listening as the car passed 

by.She watched out the window and I heard the car turn the corner,"It's nobody," she said. I extricated my shorts from the 

bag and looked at her."There wasn't anybody driving that car?," I asked,jaw dropped open in mock amazement,"It was 

driving itself?"She giggled."Noooo,someone was driving it,I don't know them."She stared at me,standing there teasing 

her,my shorts in my hand."Don't you wanna play any more?" she whined a little. "'Course I do,kiddo," I said,"but I'm only 

wearing a towel,lemme put my shorts on,'K?"I turned and walked down the short hallway to my son's room.Stopping,I 

looked back at her.She was watching me,a little unsure. I dropped the towel and stepped into the 

room,saying,"Well,c'mon."And I quickly pulled the shorts on,arranging my still hard dick so it was against my belly.She 

came pounding down the hall,coming into the room. I noticed her stare was at my crotch.I sat on the bed,motioning to 

her.She came closer and I grabbed her,lifting her up onto the bed and lying her down next to me."What were you eating 

under there,Allison?" I propped myself on my elbow as she laid back on the mattress,my left hand going to her bare leg and 

slipping underneath her upper thigh, to hold her there.She looked puzzled,"What?" she asked. "What were you eating under 

there?"I pulled her leg up over my hip."Under where?" "Ewwwww," I said, "you were eating underwear?"She got 

it,suddenly,beaming a delighted smile and nodding,"Uh-huh." I smiled at her,my arm slipping to the inside of her splayed out 

knees,"You're nasty."She laughed,watching my hand as it stroked the soft skin on the inside of her thigh."So are you,"she 

said,then jabbed her hand onto my cock,"and that's a boner."She poked me with her finger."You're not supposed to know 

what a boner even is",I dropped my voice to a whisper, "so how do you know?" I was watching her,fascinated with 

my'boner' as she poked and rubbed it with her finger. Her expression became guarded, "I just do," she whispered back, 

"George has one." I ran my hand down into her leg hole again. "Do you have one?" I slowly felt her sweet,tiny pussy."Is it 

down here?"She shook her head. "Girls don't have boners." she scoffed."An' you're nasty."
  I pulled my hand away,rising up."Oh, you don't like this game," I said, "I'm sorry." She looked worried. "No,I like this 

game,you can play with me." "But we could get in a lot of trouble," I whispered to her,"if anyone found out." I pivoted off 

the bed and knelt between her legs on the floor."We can't tell no one,"she said,raising her pretty head off the bed and 

looking at me,"gotta keep it a secret." "Okay," I agreed in a very low voice,"I promise not to tell anyone."I spread her little 

legs out wide and leaned forward,put my nose right down on her center,my hands gripping her where her legs transitioned 

into her ass.She laid back again,then pushed her little crotch up at my face. I put my mouth on her,her outfit and panties 

seperating my eager mouth from her soft pussy.She giggled,and I lifted her legs and ass up a little bit,snuffling at her 

crotch.She helped my effort,straining to increase the contact.I lifted away from her,she tried to follow but I went too far 

away.She looked at me,I could see the frustration on her face as she slowly chewed her gum.She didn't know how to ask,but 

I knew what she wanted."Pull these to the side for me,so I can see. Or whatever." I said it like it was a natural 

request,grasping her outfit and pulling one leg open.She reached down and pulled it harder to the side and I stared at her 

little cotton panties.And the hinted shape of her pussy slit beneath. "These too." I whispered,hoarsely.And hooked my finger 

under the panties,pulling them away from her skin.She reached down with her other hand,getting a grip on her panties. 

Luckily,for me, thet fit her very loosely.She grabbed them with the hand holding her outfit back and drew them off to the 

side. I was looking at the sweetest little pussy,puffy lips pressed together. I reached my finger in,running it up the slit and 

pulling one side open a little."Ooh,pretty."Inexorably the sight ,smell,texture drew my mouth down towards her.My left 

hand gripped the fabric she was trying to pull aside farther,I pulled them down farther,then pulled them completely 

aside.Her legs spread apart further and I softly kissed her pussy lips.She drew in a sharp breath,I covered her pussy with my 

mouth and licked her gently,the breath huffed back out of her.She trembled lightly,breathing like that as I explored her 

thoroughly with my lips,mouth,tongue.I prised her little lips apart and ran my tongue into a hard little point,spread her with 

my fingers and jabbed her vagina with my tongue. Her opening was impossibly small.She writhed on the bed beneath me. I 

ran my thumb up her slit,pressing easily on the prominent, bony mound.Now she was panting,I glanced up at her face,my 

tongue buried between her legs.Sweat plastered her fine blond hair to her forehead,one arm thrown back over her head and 

a beautiful sheen of perspiration on her neck and bared upper chest. Her eyes were closed and I watched in wonder as she 

reacted to what my mouth was doing to her,her head tossing back and forth."Huunnh,huuunnnhhh," her pants were 

shortening and getting louder.I dry fucked the side of the mattress,my cock impossibly hard as I hunched the bed.No way 

could a six-year old climax,right?My thumb drew open the top of her labia and I saw the tiny hooded clit,as yet I hadn't 

directly stinulated her button.My thumb rasped back to it and gently rubbed. She reacted violently,thrusting her hips off the 

bed. Again, I drew the skin back,my mouth rising, I licked her tiny button up and down,side to side. My left index finger 

now probed her tiny opening. I could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching in rhythym. On the unclench I pushed the 

end of my finger into her tight opening,not even as far as the first joint.She moaned and I continued to lash her tiny clit with 

my tongue and the rough skin of my thumb pad.She was gonna cum,her breath now whimpering out of her.I gently 

finger-fucked her,barely moving my finger in and out.Suddenly,she went rigid,her ass off the bed and her breath held as a 

spasm washed over her.My cock was now spasming,too,as I pumped a huge load of cum. I withdrew my tongue and thumb 

from her oversensitive clit,continuing to press my finger tip in and out of her.She exhaled a huge breath,immediately 

drawing in another."Oh,Oh,ooh,ooh,ooh."Her ass jumped up and down off the mattress,the feeling of her tiny pussy hole 

and the contractions at the mouth of her vagina were amazing.Finally,she slowed...coming slowly back to her senses.I could 

see she was overwhelmed with these unfamiliar physical sensations. I gentled her down,murmuring to her,praising 

her,kissing her lightly.She raised her head off the bed,her neck bent as she stared at me in wonder,the sweat from her 

exertions beading on her skin.Wow,a girl that young and going off that strongly.Who knew? 

   ANY FEEDBACK IS NOT ONLY APPRECIATED BUT REQUESTED.  I BEGAN WRITING IN
THIS GENRE TO TRY AND BETTER UNDERSTAND WHAT MIGHT MOTIVATE PEOPLE LIKE
THIS.  IT IS NOT AN EASY CHARACTER TO PORTRAY AND I HAVE NO REAL LIFE
EXPERIENCE OR ACTUAL SOURCES SUCH AS A REAL VIOLATOR,FIRST-HAND WITNESSES
OR ACTUAL VICTIMS IN THESE TYPES OF ACTIVITIES.  MY INTEREST IN THE SUBJECT
WAS SPURRED BY A GIRLFRIEND WHO HAD SUFFERED AT THE HANDS OF SEVERAL
DIFFERENT CHILD MOLESTERS BUT SHE WOULD NOT DIVULGE DETAILS NOR SEEK
COUNSELING OR CLOSURE.  PRESENTLY SHE STILL EXHIBITS THE BIZARRE AND
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR AND SEXUAL-DYSFUNCTION THAT THESE EARLY EVENTS IN
HER LIFE HAVE ENGENDERED.THE ONLY FACTS I WAS ABLE TO ASCERTAIN WAS THAT
SHE WAS NOT RAPED OR ABDUCTED BY STRANGERS OR SUBJECTED TO ANY ACTUAL
PHYSICAL HARM BUT WAS VICTIMIZED BY PERSONS BOTH KNOWN TO AND TRUSTED BY
FAMILY MEMBERS.  SHE DID NOT REPORT ANY OF THE INSTANCES DURING OF AFTER
THEY OCCURRED AND INDEED STILL BLAMES HERSELF FOR THE INCIDENTS.WHICH,OF
COURSE,IS RIDICULOUS BUT,AS I HAVE LEARNED,NOT AT ALL UNCOMMON.PERHAPS
INDIVIDUALS THAT PERPETRATE CRIMES SUCH AS THESE DO DESERVE OUR PITY AND
DID NOT VOLUNTARILY CHOOSE THEIR SAD PREFERENCE NOR HAVE ANY REASONABLE
RECOURSE FOR TREATMENT (I CAN'T IMAGINE ANY IMPULSE THAT ONE WOULD WANT TO
HIDE MORE).BUT I HAVE TO ASSUME THERE IS LITTLE DATA FROM PEDOPHILES THAT
HAVEN'T ALREADY BEEN CAUGHT.THE SAMPLE SIZE FROM THOSE VOLUNTARILY SEEKING
TREATMENT MUST BE MINISCULE COMPARED TO THE APPARENT SCOPE OF THE PROBLEM
IN SOCIETY.PEDOPHILES ARE HATED AND VILIFIED IN EVERY SEGMENT OF OUR
SOCIETY.THEY ARE RARELY PITIED THOUGH THEY MAY DESERVE IT.  THE VICTIMS
THAT HAVE REPORTED THESE CRIMES AND,BY SO DOING,COME TO THE ATTENTION OF
SOCIETY,CONVERSELY,ARE GENERALLY OVERWHELMED WITH PITY THOUGH I HAVE
DISCOVERED,IN A FINAL UNJUST IRONY TO THIS SAD STORY,NEITHER WANT OR NEED
IT.THE HONEST TRUTH IS MOST HAD TO OVERCOME SELF-PITY TO BEGIN THE HEALING
PROCESS.  OUR PITY IS JUST ANOTHER BAD THING THEY DIDN'T ASK FOR.  