Subject: Playing With Denise - My Neighbor's 12 YO Daughter (Mf)
Author: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
Posted: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Summary:
This guy sent this to me claiming it was a true story. Whether or not THAT is
true is for you to decide but if reading about a man’s lust for a preteen girl
turns you on... this one’s for you!
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Dear Kelly,
I will tell you another true story of my own. This really happened though I've
jazzed up the dialogue a little because I can't remember that far back, and I
changed the names and keeping the dates and places vague to protect the
anonymity o f all involved. It was one of the peak sexual experiences of my
life, even though we didn't actually fuck- maybe because it was the first time
with Denise and the thrill of fooling around with such a young girl was so
exciting. We did end up fucking some time later.. But anyway, in 19xx, when I
was 28, my girlfriend and I lived in a tiny rented house in a small coastal town
in the northwest. A family I had known for several years lived few doors down
from us. The father and mother were three or four years older than me and my
fiancé and had two kids- an eleven year old girl, Denise, and her eight year old
brother, Jeffery. I had worked with their father, Wes," a few years before when
he and his wife Eula had first come to town one summer without the kids, looking
for work. They had left the kids with their grandparents for the summer. This
was before I met my girlfriend. One night we were in a bar downtown, drinking
beer and sneaking out into the alley to snort coke. Eventually I went to go home
but Eula ran out and grabbed me and said “Why don’t you come back to our place?”
They were living in a trailer up on some government land and I went home with
them and fucked Eula while Wes fondled my balls from behind. Though it is not
totally relevant to the story I’m about to tell, it was a wonderful evening for
all of us and it kind of cemented our friendship. We never repeated it, but it a
very nice one-time thing. After that they left town for a couple years but came
back with their kids and that is when I met Denise and her younger brother.
Even at ten, when I first met her, Denise was a beautiful girl, tall for her age
and lithe with shoulder length blonde hair and a very pretty face, kind of like
the young Brooke Shields. She was a happy kid and had a great smile. She really
liked animals and had a dog, hamsters, a cat and various other critters at
different times. By the summer in which my story takes place, she was eleven
years old and still had the narrow hips of a young girl. Her breasts were still
a few months from sprouting and Eula had told me at some point that Denise
hadn’t had her period yet. Still, anybody could see that she was going to grow
into a beautiful woman. Her brother looked a lot like her- the same blonde hair
and well formed face, strong body and happy demeanor. They were both just really
nice kids.
I had found Denise to be very beautiful from the moment I laid eyes on her the
year before, but I wasn't really sexually turned on by children. Besides, I was
quite happy with my girlfriend and wasn't looking for any outside sexual
adventures. That said, Denise and I immediately liked each other and I think we
both knew that regardless of the differences in our ages, we would always be
friends. There are certain people we meet in life whom we recognize instantly as
somehow sharing the same way of seeing things. Denise and I had that, although
because of her youth I am sure she didn’t think about it very deeply. Still, we
were always glad to see each other in a way that I never felt with her brother,
as good of a kid as he was, and there was always a lot of eye contact and
laughing between us. We always laughed at each other’s jokes, whether anybody
else thought they were funny or not. But our friendship was always very
straightforward and there was never anything sexual about it. If I had thought
about her that way once or twice, it was only in passing, the way I think most
men think about nearly every female they see in moments of distraction, from
grannies to toddlers, wondering what they look like naked, or what they might be
like to have sex with. But such musings were something I would never have
considered acting on with any kid- they were just daydreams.
However, from about the age of eleven on, Denise had become quite flirtatious
with me, a product of her growing interest in the opposite sex in general
combined with being friends with me to begin with. I recognized her behavior as
pretty normal- I was a man, I was her friend, she liked me and thought I was
“handsome” (she had told me that a few times) and I had told her she was
beautiful and intelligent a few times too. But at the same time I’m sure she
felt very safe with me and trusted me to not do anything that would hurt her
while she played with the boundaries of male and female relations, a process I
understood as part of her growing up, not something that I should react to.. She
was doing what many, maybe most young girls do at that age, seeking affirmation
from a male who was not one of her relatives, learning how to flirt and solicit
attraction from someone of the opposite sex, how to be confident with an older
male in a safe way.
All that said, I was glad that my girlfriend didn't come down to visit my
friends very often. The kids had always been in the habit of going around the
house in their underwear, just like their parents, and I don’t think my
girlfriend would have thought much of the way Denise would prance into the
kitchen in her underwear when she heard me come in, yell my name and pull me off
to show me her hamsters or some school project she was working on before I could
get a chance to visit with Wes and Eula. My girlfriend was not the jealous
type, but she was no fool either, and would have seen that Denise had a crush on
me and that going around in her underwear was as a temptation I might be better
off without.
But neither Wes of Eula ever said anything to me about Denise that would
indicate they might have concerns about my being around her. They obviously
trusted me to be an adult and apparently saw Denise’s behavior as I did- an
innocent infatuation, a part of her learning how to be a woman, and at least
with me, nothing to worry about.
One Sunday late in the spring about a year after I had met Denise, I walked down
to visit Wes and Eula and the kids. It was sunny but still cold and windy
outside. When I knocked on the door, Denise opened the door and let me in. She
had just turned twelve. As it happened, her parents were out- Wes was working
and Eula was grocery shopping or something. Denise’s eight year old brother Jeff
was playing in a back bedroom but he came into the kitchen too when he heard me
come in.
Denise was wearing her usual attire inside the house- t-shirt, underwear and
white socks. Jeff was wearing the same thing. Denise grabbed my hand and led me
into the living room, chattering about their dog, a black Lab named Ben. The dog
followed us into the living room and then after a few minutes went with Jeff
into the bedroom in rear of the house. Denise went onto the kitchen to get us
some cookies she’d baked. When she came back she sat on the floor in front of me
while we ate the cookies and talked. We talked about her dog and her hamsters
and my job. She kept giggling, bursting with energy and her obvious pleasure at
being the center of attention. After a few minutes Jeff came in and said he was
going down the street to see a friend of his, and so we were alone in the house.
As the door slammed behind him I was leaning back on the couch and Denise was on
the floor about a foot in front of my legs, wiggling around, pulling her t-shirt
down over her legs and back up again, stretching her legs out and then leaning
back with her hands on the floor behind her, the t-shirt riding up to the bottom
of her baby blue cotton panties. Then she would pull her legs up to her chin
again, then sit cross-legged again. She was really fidgeting around. Finally
she laid back on the floor and put her hands behind her head with her knees
raised and her feet and knees together like she would if she was doing crunches.
The t-shirt fell into her lap and I could see her blue cotton panties between
her legs and covering her butt cheeks. She looked me in the eye and laughed. The
obvious flirting and the sight of her panties had started to make me hard and I
kept thinking that my dick couldn’t help itself, but really, this wasn’t feeling
as innocent as I was comfortable with. And then the sun came in through the
curtains behind me and a rectangular section of sunlight fell directly on my
rising boner. We were looking at each directly over the bulge, just a few
degrees below our line of sight between our eyes. I wasn’t completely sure if
she even knew what a hard on was, but I assume it was distinctly possible. I was
pretty uncomfortable with this so I sat up and leaned forward on the edge of the
couch, putting my elbows on my knees, with my hands hanging between them to hide
my bulging crotch from view.
We talked some more but the atmosphere in the room had changed- there was a
definite charge of excitement and latent sexuality in the room. She was still
fidgeting around and she poked one of my legs accidentally with her foot as she
moved around. She was lying flat on her back on the floor again with her knees
up and she moved her feet together on the floor between my own feet and then
lowered her knees down, spreading them far apart.
Her t-shirt rode up to her waist and her pantied crotch was spread wide open,
the cloth stretched tight across the vulva so that the cunt crease was clearly
visible. The cloth was stretched about an inch above the hollow in the insides
of her thighs, right next to her vulva. If she had been off to one side and not
lined up straight in front of me I think I would have been able to see through
the leg hole right to her slit. She laid there spread eagled like that for a few
seconds but the way she did it, looking at me and still talking about her
teacher in school made me think it was a completely innocent action, the actions
of a kid not thinking about what I might be seeing and getting out of the view,
but still unconscious of how she was exposing herself and still being merely
comfortable with someone she trusted. But I happened to glance down and she saw
that I was staring at her groin and suddenly she seemed to realize what she was
doing. I felt totally embarrassed, being caught looking at her twat like that
and she seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing and sat up and pulled the
t-shirt down to cover her panties, but with her knees still spread, with her
feet together between my feet. For a second we looked away from each other and I
thought “What am I doing? This is way over the line,” and wondered if she was
going to get up and run away or tell me to leave.
But she didn’t get up. Instead she kept sitting there on the floor, her face
less than three feet from mine, talking about school and one of her friends. I
was still leaning forward, my elbows on my knees. Her feet were in between mine
on the floor. I was totally distracted, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how
close she was. I could smell her, the smell of soap and shampoo and girl. She
kept chattering away and I nodded and said “Yeah, right,” at appropriate
intervals. I wondered how long her mom had been gone and whether she might walk
in at any minute.
At that point she laid back down on the floor again, straightening her legs as
she pushed back from the couch, her legs now spread halfway open. She pulled
the t-shirt down so it came to just below her crotch, but I could still see up
under it from my angle on the couch, and see her panties beneath the hem of the
t-shirt. I leaned back and stretched my legs out so my feet were on the floor
between her knees. I touched the inside of her knees with the toes of both feet.
She kept talking. I stretched out a little more and moved one foot up, rubbing
the sock softly along the inside of her thigh a foot from her pussy. She stopped
talking and looked at me. I moved the other foot up along the other thigh until
my feet were touching the insides of her thighs. We looked at each other.
“Is that okay? It doesn’t tickle or anything, does it?” I asked. I rubbed her
thighs softly with my feet, just barely touching her skin.
“No, it’s nice,” she said. “Your socks are soft.”
I put a little pressure on the inside of her legs with both feet.
She spread her legs a little.
“Scoot closer to the couch.”
She wiggled closer to the couch, which, since her feet were already touching it,
had the effect of pushing her knees up and farther apart. I moved my feet
against her thighs, up and down, very softly rubbing her skin with my socks. She
didn’t move, but kept looking at me.
“You know, what we’re doing is really not allowed.” I said. “I’d go to jail if
anyone found out. I’m not going to do anything else unless you promise you won’t
tell anyone.”
“Right,” she said, looking me right in the eye. “I promise not to tell.”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, okay? But I’ll do stuff if you
want me to.”
“Like what?” she asked?
“I don’t know. Would you show me your pussy if I showed you my dick?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah, okay,” she said.
”Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it at the same time, okay?”
“Okay.”
I sat up and undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down around my
shins. My hard cock strained against my Fruit of the Loom briefs. I pulled them
to the side so she could see my dick.
“Now you, “ I said.
Denise reached down and pulled her panties to one side so I could see her pussy.
It was hairless and the slit was pink. Then she hooked her thumbs under her
panties and slid them off her ass. She lifted both legs and I helped pull the
panties off. She set her feet down again on either side of me and spread her
knees open so her legs were almost flat, like a butterfly’s wings. Her cunt was
fully exposed. There were a few half inch blonde hairs sprouting on her mons and
on the outer lips on either side of her vagina. Her labia were a delicate pink
and lay puckered together over the entrance to the vagina, hiding it.
My hard-on strained against my underwear and I pulled them down so my cock
sprang out, fully erect, almost painful it was so engorged with blood. I lifted
my t-shirt so she could see it better. I slid off the couch and kneeled between
her legs and my cock was now just inches over her pussy. The head of my cock was
smeared with the precum which had been oozing out of it for at least half an
hour. She stared at it and I squeezed my pc muscles and it twitched a little.
She sat up and stared at it from a few inches away
“Have you ever seen one before?” I asked.
“I’ve seen my brother’s hard. He waves it around when he’s getting dressed
sometimes. And I’ve seen my dad’s in the shower and walking around a few times.”
“Ever seen him when he was hard like this?”
“Once I walked into the bathroom and he was standing there rubbing it and it was
pretty big, a lot bigger than when he’s just walking back from the shower or
something. It was sticking out but I couldn’t see it good. I only saw it for a
second and he closed the door.”
“You can touch it if you want,” I said.
She reached out a hand and touched it with a finger. My cock twitched up again.
“Go ahead and hold it,” I said.
Denise grabbed it, her hand encircling the shaft.
“Squeeze it a little. It feels good for me.”
She squeezed. I knew if she did anything more I was going t come so I said, “Let
me see your pussy more, okay?” I said. “Move back so I can get close.”
She pulled her hand off my cock and scooted back and I got down on my stomach
and laid down on the floor between her legs, staring at her cunt from six inches
away. It was the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen. The flesh inside the vulva
lips was a delicate coral pink and the inner labia still nestled together in
soft pink folds. They were still small and relatively undeveloped, extending out
from the entrance to her vagina no more than a quarter of an inch. I could smell
her wonderful little girl’s cunt smell. I was halfway to coming just from
looking at her pussy and smelling it. I put the palms of my hands on the inside
of her thighs on either side of the slit and used my thumbs to gently pull the
labia apart, and then pressed them against the outer walls, revealing the
entrance to her vagina. Her peephole was visible, a tiny hole in small pink bump
of flesh above the vagina. The labia petered out down toward her asshole, but
they reached upwards in a continuous pink wall to form the hood of her clit. The
hood was fairly prominent and extended down a little like a monk’s habit,
completely covering the clit and continuing on the inside of her labia. Inside
her cunt I could see that her hymen was still there, the thin membrane stretched
across her inner cunt, leaving an irregular hole about as big around as my
little finger. I could smell the delicate smell of virgin pre-adolescent cunt.
Denise was lying back on the floor as I examined her cunt.
“Are you okay?” I said.
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
“You look so beautiful. You have a beautiful body, and a really nice looking
pussy.”
“Really?” she said. “What’s so nice about it?”
“Every girl’s pussy looks different, just like faces,” I said. “Yours is really
pretty, just like your face. You’re really a pretty girl and you have a really
pretty pussy. You’re going to be a beautiful woman someday, you know that
right?”
She didn’t say anything, but she was smiling.
“Do you know about the clitoris?” I asked.
“Yeah. My mom told me about it.”
“Did she tell you it would feel good if you touched it?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever touched it?”
“A few times.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Would you like me to touch it.?” I said.
“Okay.”
I slid my hands up a little and put my thumbs on either side of the clit hood
and pulled it back a little so the bulb of the clit was exposed.
“Can you feel that?” I asked.
“Yeah, it feels good,” she said.
“How about this?” I licked one thumb and put it directly in the nubbin of the
clit as it poked out from under he hood, and very gently rubbed it in a circular
motion.
“Oh…That feels really good,” Denise said.
I leaned forward and touched the clit with my tongue. Denise moaned very
faintly.
I began moving my tongue across the clit and then down along the outside of the
labia on one side and then up the labia on the other side. I kept circling
slowly, pressing against the pink flesh between her inner labia and the outer
labia, round and round, flicking the clit a few times as I crossed over it.
Denise was making little mewling sounds, “Ooh…oooh,…ooh…”
Her hands reached down and grabbed my hair. He breathing was audible, an
irregular panting with a sharp in and out of her breath, with a little moan on
the exhalation each time my tongue passed over her clit.
I kept my tongue on her cit, going in continuous small circles around and over
it and pushing the hood back and forth. Then I began running my thumbs down
the outside of her labia and then up the labia themselves, pushing them up
toward the clit. Saliva from my mouth and juice from her cunt had made the whole
area slippery and I could feel the juices dripping down my chin.
Denise began moaning in a rhythmic way and I increased the pressure and speed of
my tongue. She arched her back and relaxed and then did it again, holding the
small of her back off the floor, quivering and moaning and panting. She was
coming. I pressed my tongue against her clit and held it there while continuing
to move my thumbs up and down on either side of her hole. She gasped and groaned
and quivered for a full twenty seconds with a couple of hard twitches thrown in.
I pulled my tongue off her clit but kept it moving gently around her vagina,
occasionally dipping my tongue in to press against her urethra area and down
into the entrance to er vagina. Then I and pulled my mouth off her. She was
staring at the ceiling, her mouth open.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
I could see her throat move as she swallowed and then she said, “Yes.”
I rose up and laid over her and held her and kissed her on the lips. My lips and
mustache were full of her come and I rubbed it over her lips and then kissed
her deeply. Her tongue lay motionless in her mouth at first, but then it met
mine and moved my tongue back and forth across hers for a minute. I hugged her
tight and then came away from her and looked into her eyes.
“You are a very beautiful girl, you know that don’t you?” I said.
She nodded and looked into my eyes. Her hairline was beaded with sweat. I combed
it back off her forehead with one hand
“I didn’t know it would be like that,” she said.
“I know. It can be pretty nice sometimes,” I said. “You came. You had an orgasm.
It was very beautiful.”
She looked at me silently. I raised up from her and kneeled between her legs and
her dripping cunt.
“Would you like to see me come?” I asked.
“Okay. What should I do?” she asked.
“You could suck on it little,” I said. “Sit up and I’ll show you how.
She sat up and I put my cock into her mouth a couple inches. I pushed it in
further but she gagged.
“It’s okay, just keep your tongue around it and I’ll move it in and out, just
like it was your pussy. That’s what feels good for guys,” I said.
I began moving the head in and out, pulling out so the bottom of the glans was
just outside her lips, then sliding back in. After feeling her come in my mouth
it only took about thirty seconds of stimulation for me to feel an orgasm coming
on so I pulled out of her mouth. I said “I’m going to come now, I’m going to
pull out so you can see it, okay?”
“Come here, lets lie on the couch for a little bit,” I said.
I helped her off the floor and onto the couch. I kneeled between her legs..
“You’re a beautiful girl and you did really well. You were so cool when you
came,” I said
“I was?” she said. “It felt really good. Does oit feel like that for boys?”
“Oh yeah.” I said.. It feels really good when the sperm comes out.”
“Can you show me how to fuck?” she asked.
“Well, let’s wait and see how you feel in a few days. And besides, if I get
caught I’d go to prison. My life would be over. I guess I’d go to prison now
too, after what we’ve done. So we have to be very cool about things. And you’re
still really young. You should think hard about when you fuck for the first
time, and who you do it with. You should think about that.”
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” she said. “And I’ll think about whether I
really want to fuck, but right now I think want to.”
“I’m not going to fuck you Denise,” I said.. “This isn’t the time and I’m not
the guy. But I am going to make you feel good again, and I’ll show you the sperm
coming out, okay?”
She nodded and looked at me. “Okay.”
“But you have to promise me you’ll never ever tell anyone about this or your
father will kill me and I’ll end up in jail. Right?”
“Right,” she said.
I hugged her and she sat back with her legs spread. I kneeled between them. I
put her feet on the edge of the cushions so her cunt was spread wide and I put
my hands on her thighs and pressed them back so her cunt tilted up. I pressed my
half hard dick against the slit, rubbing it up and down. Denise stared down at
my cock rubbing her pussy. I put the head in a little, but I could feel the
resistance of her hymen and I didn’t push too hard. I just kept rubbing up and
down her slot. We could hear the slurping sound of my cock in her pussy juices.
My cock got harder and Denise started breathing fast again. I kissed her softly
on the lips and then leaned back so we could both see my cock rubbing inside her
labia. I rubbed up and down and pressed harder as I went over the entrance to
her vagina. The head of my cock slid in, but it was still outside her hymen.
“Does it hurt at all,” I asked?
“No, it feels good.”
She watched silently as I slid the head of my cock up and down, almost inside
her, and then up over her clit. She moaned a little. The friction on my glans
became almost unbearable and then the sunlight came in the window and fell on
her belly and her cunt and lit the sparse and delicate hairs on the mound of her
cunt. I stroked up and down one more time and then passed the point of no return
and the cum started up the shaft and I pulled out a little so we could watch as
the sperm came out. I touched the tip of my cock to her clit and the cum
squirted over it, dripping down into the folds of her labia. I smeared it up
onto her mons and pressed the bottom of my shaft against her clit, the last
drops of cum dripping into her belly button. She made a tiny moaning sound as I
pressed against her clit.
We stayed like that for a minute and then I backed up and pulled away. My cum
had gone clear on her pussy and was dribbling down around her asshole. P pulled
on my clothes and gave her a hug and we sat on the couch for a while not saying
anything. She still was wearing only her panties and the t-shirt.
“You’re a beautiful girls, you know that, don’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, if you say so.”
“I should go, before your mom comes home.”
I put my coat on and went out.
We fooled around a few more times that winter and eventually I fucked her. But
that’s another story.
Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
Monday, September 1, 2008 8:21:09 PM
Robert Jones - Playing With Denise - My Neighbors 12 YO Daughter