(Frenchie) New story: Alley Girl   ASSTR Codes: Sex, Mf*, cons, ped, rom.


“Alley Girl” is a fiction story by Frenchie and does not represent actual people, places or things in real life. The story did not happen and does in no way represent real life activities. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Leave immediately.

“Alley Girl” is the story of a man who saw a little preteen girl in an alley and befriended her and they fell in love. If sex stories or sex stories between consenting adults and children are not your cup of tea, please leave now. If not, please enjoy the short story, Alley Girl.

ASSTR Code: Mg*, ped, sex, rom, con.



Alley Girl
By

Frenchie


It was a beautiful spring day and I had run out of cigarettes, which was not a good thing for me, as I was a chain smoker. I decided that since it was so nice outside, I would walk to Come and Go Mini Market, which was about 5 or 6 blocks away to buy a couple of packs. As I crossed an alley, I saw a young girl playing ball with a little friend. I was sure she hadn’t seen me spot her, so I turned right and walked down the alley to where they were playing. She was wearing a short, pale blue pull-over dress over her skinny frame, revealing white panties as she bounced up and down. I thought she must have been 8 or 9 years old, because she had no tits, yet. She had dirty blond hair in a page boy style and a cute, dirty face that I fell in love with, the moment I could see features. I knew that I had to meet her and make her my friend. They were gone when I passed on my way home.

I made it a habit to walk when I needed cigarettes or anything that could be bought at the mini market to find out where she lived. Since I lived around the corner and up the street from where I saw her playing, I started sitting outside in the afternoons to read the paper or just sit on the porch, hoping she would walk by. And sure enough, one afternoon, she was walking up the street with an old lady. I looked away, pretending not to see her, as they passed, but kept a squinted eye on her to see her beautiful face, which was more beautiful than I had remembered. She was my quest.

From then on, she and the old lady would walk by, on the other side of the street, at least every other day, if not every day. Then, she was in the alley, one day, as I passed on my way to get some cigarettes and I said, “Hi,” and she said, “Hello,” and I kept walking. 

She called, “Hey mister.”

My heart skipped a beat. Was I hearing right? Did she call me? I turned to look at her and asked. “Are you calling me?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded. “Are you going to Come and Go?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”

“Can I go with you?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, standing there in the alley.

“Can you wait a minute,” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll wait.” I said as she took off running between the buildings and up the stairs to an apartment on the second floor. She went inside for a while and came out carrying a little brown purse. I waited until she got closer to me and I started walking.

A little out of breath, she said, “Thanks.”

“It’s OK.” I said and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Martie,” she replied.

“I’m Johnny.”

“I know. I asked Ms. Scott and she told me.” She said. “She says everybody knows you, because you fix things for everyone.”

I smiled and said, “Why don’t you know me if everybody knows me?”

“Because I’m just a little girl and I don’t have anything to fix.” She said. 

“How old are you?”

“I’m almost 9 years old. My birthday is next month.” Martie said, “Are you going to come to my party?”

“Well, I don’t know. Am I invited?” I asked.

We came to the only traffic light on the way and I put my hand on her shoulder, preventing her from going any farther. “Wait here,” I said. “Let’s wait for the light to change.”

“But it says “Walk.”

I said, “It doesn’t now.” And she looked and it said “Don’t walk”, so we waited for the next Walk light.

“You’re smart.” She said.

We crossed the street and she said, “I’ll have to ask my grandma, but I’m sure it will be alright if you come. I like you.”

“I like you too, Martie.”

I bought ice cream sandwiched for us and we ate them and left the store. I put my hand on her shoulder as we approached the traffic light. She smiled as she looked up to me. I was satisfied that she likes me. She’s so pretty that I won’t be satisfied until I fuck her.

There was a knock on my front door the next afternoon and I looked out of the corner of the window and saw Martie with the old lady, which I assumed was her grandmother. I opened the door.

“Well, what a pleasant surprise.” I said, which it really was, because I never expected her to come to my place so soon or to bring her grandmother; I pushed the screen door open and said,

“Come in.”

Martie started introducing her grandmother to me as they walked in.

“Here, have a seat.” I said, pointing to the couch.

“Grandma doesn’t speak very much English because she’s from Italy.” Martie said. “We moved here a year ago and she doesn’t know anybody.”

“Well, we’ll have to see about that,” I said, “Won’t we?”

Martie smiled a pretty smile at me that melted my heart.

“Would you guys like something to drink?” I asked, “Milk, soda, water?”

Martie asked her grandmother the question and she said, “No thanks.” She told me that her grandmother wanted to meet me and I am invited on June the 6th at 3 in the afternoon.

“I’ll be looking forward to it and thank mama for me.”

“You can do it.” Martie said, smiling again. “Just say, Grazie.” 

Grandma smiled because she knew I was going to say what Martie had just said, so I looked at grandma with a puzzled expression on my face and she stopped smiling and then looked at Martie, then back at me and I started smiling. And we all laughed and I said, “Grazie.”

We talked and visited for a little while more and they left. Gawd, I was in love and I know what I want to give her for a birthday present.

The next day, she came after school and asked me if I could help her with her homework.

“Gee, I don’t know.” I said. “It’s been a while since I went to school. What do you have?”

“I have math and English.” She said.

“Well, let’s go to the kitchen and see.” I said, started to the kitchen.
I pulled a chair out and sat down and told her to sit on my lap, which she immediately did. I started getting a hard-on as soon as soon as she sat down.

“Now, what are we going to do first?”

Her heart was beginning to beat faster and her breathing was labored. I put my arms around her to soothe her and nestled my head against hers. Her hair smelled like clean sheets on a clothes line waving in the breeze on a summer day. I was having trouble breathing too. She turned her head to look in my direction and as she did, I noticed her mouth was slightly open, so I faced her and our lips met. We froze right there, neither of us changing our pose. I opened my lips and pushed against hers and she opened hers and we kissed. My head was spinning and I assumed hers was to.

The musky smell of her pre-teen body coupled with the aroma of her hair combined to an alluring experience that I soon won’t forget. I was weak and I turned her body facing me and we kissed in sincerely, deeply; our tongues went forth from our mouths to explore being inside of the other: I was in her body; she was in my body: together as one. Saliva dribbled from our mouths, but we didn’t care; we were bonding, joining our souls; we were in love.

I wasn’t worried about anyone coming to look for Martie, because her grandma couldn’t walk and her father didn’t care where she was and she and I were happy together. I helped her with her homework and walked her home and told her I would see her tomorrow and help her with her homework if she needed. She smiled and said she would.

I was working on my computer when she knocked on the door. It was far too early for her to be home from school. I opened the door. She was beautiful standing there in a little white sun dress and a white pair of shoes and socks. I opened the door and she came in. I closed the door and locked it and turned around and she was standing, waiting for a kiss. I didn’t disappoint her and her, me. Coupled, we ambled over to the couch and sat down, not breaking the kiss. We reclined and lay next to each other and caressed and kissed.

I suggested that we go to the bedroom where we could be more comfortable and without saying a word, we went and fell upon the bed. My hands were all over her body as she explored mine. Her waist was tiny; her hips were shapely and her ass was firm and round atop of two exquisitely shaped legs.

Our tongues were busy seeking and searching as were our hands. We were breathing heavy wanting to increase our gratification. I was sure that her pussy was soaking wet as was my prick, so I reached under her dress and rubbed her little belly through her nylon panties. She moaned and began searching for a way to release my prick from the confines of my pants and I prayed that she would soon be successful. 

I moved my hand down her belly to her crotch and felt her soaking wet, swollen pussy lips and rubbed up and down and she moaned and growled. She soon unzipped my fly and extracted my rock hard cock and she began stroking it up and down like an expert. We held each other; fondled each other; kissed and felt each other up until I had enough, so I got up and took my pants and underwear off and lay back down and slid her panties off. We resumed petting for a while and I wanted to get inside of her.

Still holding her, softly I whispered, “Would you like to fuck now?”

Weakly, she said. “Yes”

“It might hurt a little, but I will go easy. OK?”

She kissed me deeply and hard and said, “Oh, yes. Fuck me now, please.”

I kissed her and rolled her over on her back and positioned myself over her little body and she instinctively guided my prick to her virginal opening. I gave a little push and my prick went a little ways in and I pulled back and pushed in again, feeling a resistance and I pulled back. I didn’t want it to hurt too much, so I was really taking it slow and easy

After a little while, I pushed in again, this time with a little more force and I penetrated her Hymen, because she let out a little scream. I stopped to let the pain go away.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me.” She pleaded.

I figured she wasn’t hurt too bad, so I pushed again and this time she pushed against me, driving my rod deep into her cunt. I pulled back and rammed it in and pounded it in and out, rapidly.

“Oh, my gawd,” She cried. “It feels so good.”

In and out, deep and deeper my prick assaulted her dripping cunt. I was getting out of breath. She was moaning long and low and her breath was growing ragged and spastic.

I wanted to get down to her and kiss her, but we were enjoying the fucking too much to ruin it, so I kept on pounding her pussy, skewing the thrust, confusing her as to where the assault would come from, then I would raise my body and push in coming down on her pussy from above. It was driving her crazy.

“Oh, ewe… I… ca…” She was incoherent; breathless. “Ow! Aee”

Then, I slowed the pace; slowly in (pause) out (pause) in (pause)… “Plop, plop, plop,” the juices sounded between her pussy and my prick. “Plop, plop, plop,”

“Oh… no…” She breathed. “Eee… (Choke) ah…”

She couldn’t stand it any more. She writhed on the bed, thrashing from side to side with abandon. “Eee… Aee…”

Then, I slowly picked up the pace, trusting into her hot little pussy more rapid the ever.

“Oh… wait… (Choke) I…” She couldn’t stand the pain any longer and her climax came swift and hard.

It felt like my prick was being milked dry, Sucking, sucking, sucking. Closing and tightening around my swollen member. Then the wave struck me, my prick started pulsing and contracting counter point to hers. I jammed my body into hers. I couldn’t stand the pain. I held it against her, tightly. We were both out of breath, breathing hard trying to catch our breath. I was exhausted and I’m sure she was too.

I reluctantly pulled out and bent down and kissed her on the forehead and she stretched up to kiss me on the lips. We kissed a while and then we both just lay there and rested.

Eventually, I regained enough strength to get up and take a shower. We showered and got dressed and did her homework and she went home. About 5 o’clock, the phone rang and she asked if I wanted to go have dinner with them. I accepted and we had a wonderful home cooked meal of spaghetti and meatballs. We watched a little television and then I came home. 

Grandma was 73 years old and had the usual ailments that older people suffer, but other than that she was fit and still had all of her mental faculties and she and Martie did the chores and housework. As for Martie’s father I saw him only once, briefly; he worked two jobs, slept a lot and was totally anti social, which suited me fine.

June 6th came around and I walked to Martie’s apartment to celebrate her 9th birthday, with ice cream and cake and presents galore, then about 5:30 we left for an evening at Disneyland and a night at the Bide-A-Wee motel on I-5.

Walking to our room, I asked. “Did you have fun, princess?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” She purred. “I love you, very much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

I opened the door and turned the light on.

“Wow,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

The foyer to the suite was decorated in red velvet draperies with walnut furniture and Persian rugs and the rest of the apartment was just as opulent. I closed and locked the door and she put her arms around me and we kissed, passionately.

“Are you ready for your birthday present?” I asked.

“What?” She looked up at me and asked. “You mean there’s more?”

“A little,” I said.

She was looking at me with a disbelieving look on her pretty little face.

“What, you mean there can’t be any more?” I said, incredulously. “They don’t call me Johnny on the spot for nothing.”

We walked to the bedroom and I told her to close her eyes when we got to the door. I guided her in and turned on the light and I told her to open her eyes.

She saw three big boxes on the bed with a card on each. I told her they were for her and she could open them. She hugged me, tightly, with affection.

The first box that she opened was from Sam, her father and it contained an I-pod full of the songs that she liked. The second box was from grandma and it contained three pretty dresses and a pair of shoes. The third box was from me that contained a white satin night gown with a white sparkle nylon overlay, trimmed with lace with matching satin robe.

My sweet little angel had tears in her eyes as she came to me and hugged me tight.

“I love you, so much, Johnny.” She softly said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet.” I said. “Now go put them on and let’s see what you look like.” And I slapped her on her butt.

She picked up the big box that was bigger than she was and disappeared into the bathroom. While she was dressing, I changed into my satin pajamas that I bought for this occasion. Soon, the butterfly immerged from the cocoon and was a sight to behold.

“Hold it!” I said, snapping a picture of exquisite beauty.

She twirled around the room and I snapped picture after picture of her ecstasy.  

I called room service and had them send up a bottle of Champaign and a couple of glasses and we toasted her birthday. We sat on the couch kissing and hugging for a while and decided to turn in about 11 o’clock.

I climbed in bed and she took off her robe and dressed only in her night gown, she turned off the light and climbed into bed, also.

I put my arm around her and kissed her sweet lips, passionately. She caressed me and held me close as we kissed. I felt her little breasts through the slippery fabric and she cooed and moaned, softly, while massaging my swelling member. We were both breathing hard and couldn’t wait any longer to make love.

I rolled over and raised the hem of her night gown, slowly, feeling her tender thigh as I went. I rubbed her butt up and down to her waist and then paid special attention to her stomach, tenderly rubbing it up and down and crossways, then, I went down to her love nest, which was soaking wet. I thought it was too wet to be of any use, so I leaned over and stuck my head between her legs and started licking the offending juices away.

She thrashed her head from side to side, thinking that would stop the licking, but it didn’t, so I kept on licking the juices and they kept coming back; it was a futile effort on my part, but it was fun.

I thought, since she didn’t appreciate me cleaning the oils from her slippery cunt, the least I could do was lick them off of her clit, so I went up to the little hood and flicked my tongue around it and started sucking. Now, you would think that she would appreciate something I was licking, but she apparently didn’t see any reason to clean her clit, because she kept on thrashing about the bed and moaning terribly loud.

I figured it was the direction that offended her, so I stopped going around her clit and instead, flicked my tongue back and forth across the sensitive little creature. Oh, my, that didn’t work either she was still moaning and grunting, out of breath with her head swiping back and forth. I decided, fuck it and a came up and kissed her on her Ruby red lips and she received me with opened mouth and we started swapping spit. Oh, my lord that was good.

“Johnny,” she said, plaintively.

“What darling?” I asked.

“I have a stomach ache,” she said.

“Really,” I said, concerned.

“Yes.” 

“How does it hurt,” I asked.

“It hurts badly,” she moaned.

“Do you want to see a doctor?” I asked.

“No.”

“Well, what then.”

“It needs a good fucking with a big piece of meat.” She giggled.

“You little shit!” And I tickled her on the ribs until she was exhausted, then, I stuffed my rock hard cock in her little love nest and drilled away.

“Woo, that feels good.” She cooed.

“I like to hear things like that.” I said as I pumped. “It makes my dick harder.”

“I like that.” She said.

I felt her little breasts through the sheer fabric; it was a real turn on. She moaned as I rubbed the little knobs, back and forth. She started breathing hard and harder. That turned me on even more.

“Oh…” She moaned. “It feels so good.”

I wished that I could kiss her, but she was too short for me to reach her mouth. Then, I got the idea to bend at my abdomen, like a bee trying to sting someone and I scrunched down and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back, it was delicious.

“Mm…” She mumbled and started breathing hard.

I fucked her with sincerity now, slowly, I thrust in and out, in and out; deep and deeper. I held her close and squeezed her tight. I twisted her little titties and rubbed them back and forth. I kissed her hard and deep.

“Oh,” she whimpered, softly. “Oh…” She was nearing her orgasm.

I felt her pussy tighten around my pumping cock and she screamed.

“Ah, eee… ah… (Choke), mm…” She couldn’t say anymore, she was out breath and her little heart was pumping wildly against my chest.

The contractions of her orgasm were so powerful that it felt like her pussy was trying to suck the semen from my cock; the thought of which, prompted my orgasm and we both hung on for dear life. I held her close and tight against my body. The spasms convulsed our bodies; we shuddered and twitched as we came.

We were weak after the waves of our orgasms ceased and we laid there in silence.

“Oh, that was bitchen.” She said, in a groggy voice. 

“I kissed her sweet lips and asked, “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes.” She said, dreamily. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” And, I held her close and kissed her and she closed her eyes. I thought what wonderful things you can find in an alley.

The End

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