



                          TAKING THE NEIGHBOR'S DAUGHTER


                                            by John P

                                       Copyright© 2011




Chapter 1

He's just watching her go past the house again on her way home
from school. She's called Taylar, stands 4'8" tall and looks
absolutely stunning for a 12-year-old. Her blonde hair, done up
in a pony-tail, swings as she walks and her outward demeanor
suggests she's an innocent young virgin who knows nothing of the
nastiness in the world. She swings the bag containing her books
to and fro as she passes, singing in her head the latest song
from her favorite boy-group.

He's 17 and has no girlfriend. He's masturbated since he was 11
to a variety of images, almost always of pre-teen girls. Their
innocence still drives his arousal and he pictures his 6-inch
cock pushing into a tiny, hairless, virgin pussy to excite him to
the eventual ejaculation of his copious volume of white hot
spunk. His mother works the 2 pm to 11 pm shift at the
supermarket and he has a lot of spare time to indulge his
fantasies.

The little girl can't see him from the street as he strokes his
cock, and she would be shocked if she knew she was the object of
his lust. She's a good girl, a credit to her parents, and she
accompanies them each Sunday to praise the Lord like a good girl
should. He watches her then too, in her pretty dress which
reaches her knees because she always wants to be modest. She's a
paragon of virtue, of course, and would never indulge in petting
or kissing boys. She's demure, and will no doubt meet up with a
nice boy years from now, and she'll remain celibate until their
wedding night.

He finds her so sexy though, this child who inflames him, and
it's led to him spying on her when she's been at home. Her
parents have a very large bungalow, a single-story house with
many rooms on the same level, and the bungalow is situated 3
houses down the same street from where he lives. There are fences
all around the property but he has found a way in from the back
through a loose wooden panel which he replaces when he leaves.
Inside the perimeter of the fences, the house is surrounded by
trees and he's found it easy to hide behind them while looking
into the interior of some of the rooms. There is no need for
drapes to be closed because the property is completely private
and the trees shield them from the nearest neighbor who is more
than 50 yards away. Her father has chosen this house carefully
when he'd sought a house in this neighborhood.

Her bedroom is situated next to her parents' room and he sees
regularly the parents as they engage in some forms of deviant
sex. He's watched them and found much of it stimulating but the
main target is the little girl, the innocent virgin. He wondered
what she would say if she found out what her parents did. She
would be horrified, of course, maybe even traumatized by her
parents' decadence.

This 17-year-old is interested more in the young beauty he dreams
about though, rather than the interesting sight of her parents
enjoying role-play and activities to do with leather straps, face
masks and the liberal use of whips and paddles. The innocent
child takes a shower each evening and parades naked from the
shower room to her bedroom, completely ignorant of the boy who
masturbates outside her bedroom window some nights. She never
sees him cum, never sees him shoot his hot spunk onto the ground
before him and if she did, she would no doubt vomit at the sight.
She's innocent, untouched by man. He wonders though if she
touches her little virgin pussy in bed at night, wonders if she
makes her tiny body shake with orgasm.

Taylar brushes her hair before putting on her nightie and
slipping into bed and that's when he silently tells her goodnight
and that he loves her. She's his goddess, his ideal, and because
of her innocence and beauty, she's placed on a pedestal for him
to admire and love as only he can. He knows that she would love
him if he dared to approach her but his shy ways have been the
cause of many nights alone with his masturbating hand and the
pictures in his head.

He's bought a new video camera and he's going to try it out at
Taylar's house tonight. He's going to record her nakedness and
play it over and over as he jacks off. He'll see her little
breasts on his TV screen, watch as they sway slightly at each
movement as she brushes that beautiful blonde hair. He'll be able
to zoom in on her hairless pussy, examine the detail of her sex
up close, and watch her tiny bottom too as she walks naked,
unaware that the boy who loves her will display her innocent
charms on his enormous TV and stroke his cock to the thought of
her wanting him to make love to her when they marry.

He removes the wood panel silently and enters the grounds, his
video camera on a strap around his neck. The darkness envelops
him, makes him invisible if someone were to look out into the
garden. He takes his place behind his favorite tree, just 6 feet
away from her window, and switches on the camera, ready to record
images of her beautiful innocent body when she returns from
having her shower.

When she comes into view, he presses the button and he watches
the LCD screen as his girlfriend walks toward him, fluffing her
hair with a towel. Her small orange-size breasts jiggle with her
arm movements as she dries her blonde tresses and he makes sure
to capture her hairless little pussy, zooming in to capture the
detail of her tiny sex. His cock is as hard as steel but he can't
jack off, not tonight; he must concentrate on the images for his
camera.

She brushes her long blonde hair seated in front of her dressing
table mirror, and he can see her side view, see her breast jiggle
with each stroke of her brush. God, such innocent beauty! He
watches with devotion, watches her performing this simple act and
he finds it erotic, stimulating. He zooms the camera out again,
allowing her surroundings to come onto the screen he's watching
but she remains the central figure.

A movement at the door! It opens and her father is standing
there. And he's naked! What the...?

The camera is still running and he watches as her father come up
behind her, puts his arms around her and plays with her breasts.
She turns her head and her father bends down to kiss her, and she
responds! The camera shakes slightly as the boy reels from this
new revelation. On the screen before him, the little girl stands
and turns towards her father and she puts her arms around his
neck as they kiss some more. Her father's hands caress her pert
little bottom and his cock has become stiff and presses against
her little belly.

The boy is sweating now, witnessing this abomination. His
girlfriend is betraying him, and with her father! This can't be
happening! She's innocent and beautiful! But she's kissing him
and her little tongue is playing around his lips, waiting to
enter his mouth. The boy's camera continues to record this vile
act, this act of lust. 'It's not her fault!' the boy thinks.
'He's forcing himself onto her, abusing her!' He can't explain
away the fact that she's stroking her father's hair and his naked
back as she finally forces her little tongue through his lips and
into his mouth.

This is madness! It can't be happening! The boy's mind is
screaming as he sees his innocent girlfriend behaving like a slut
with her own father. The sweat is running down from his forehead
and into his eyes and he has to quickly rub his eyes while
keeping the camera as still as he can. Father and daughter are
side on to the camera and it records each caress, each movement
of the incestuous couple.

The camera sees the 12-year-old Taylar sink to her knees and she
licks and sucks her father's erection, her little pink tongue
running around the big knob before her mouth plunges down his
long shaft. The boy watches the little LCD screen as his
girlfriend sucks her father's cock, bobbing her head on it and
making her father more excited. Her little hand is wrapped around
his shaft, the part that won't fit in her mouth, and she's
stroking it, wanting to make him cum.

Her father is obviously ready to cum and the camera records him
quickly taking his cock out of her mouth and she seems to know
exactly what to do. She opens her mouth wide, waiting for him to
shoot his spunk into her mouth. 'God! She's done this before!' he
thinks, mortified at the thought. Two strokes of her father's
fist on his cock and he's cumming into her mouth, shooting large
ropes of cum. One shot misses and splatters onto her nose but the
rest find their mark, bathing the little girl's tonsils with her
daddy's hot spunk.

When his cock stops jerking, he places the knob on his little
girl's lower lip and watches as the last dribbles go into her
mouth. He scoops the spunk from her nose with his finger and
feeds it into her mouth, and she sucks that finger to make sure
she's got it all. Finally, the little girl takes the cock back
into her mouth and licks it clean, swallowing everything before
standing again and kissing her daddy's mouth. Two minutes later,
he leaves her and she goes back to brushing her hair.

The boy is devastated, crushed by his girlfriend's infidelity.
He's just witnessed the pre-teen Jezebel's sluttish behavior, her
innocent mouth wrapped around an adult cock. How could she do
this when he loved her so much? How could she betray him when his
love for her was so pure?

The boy stops the camera and makes his way to the fence,
replacing the wood panel as he leaves. He's shaking, trembling
with emotion after what he's just seen. Now his anger is rising
and soon it's turned to fury. The little slut can't treat him
like this. The little bitch will pay for her betrayal, he'll see
to that. When he arrives home, his anger is boiling over and he
kicks the door viciously and bursts into tears. 'She's having sex
with somebody!' he thinks. 'Her bloody father is cumming in her
mouth, the dirty little bitch! She's swallowing spunk and it's
not mine! How dare she? How dare she do this to me?'

Eventually, his anger moves on and he begins to look for revenge
on the child for treating him this way. She can't be allowed to
get away with this, she has to pay for destroying his love. And
she will, he decides, but he needs to work out the details.

He takes a beer from the icebox and sits down to drink and to
formulate plans. Her father must be punished too but he can't
figure out why. The child went down on her knees to suck his
cock, didn't she? He didn't make her do it. She held her mouth
open so he could shoot his spunk into it, didn't she? He didn't
force her, did he? All these thoughts go around in his head and
he takes a second beer out of the icebox, drinking it quickly as
he mentally inspects the wounds she's inflicted on him.

His beer-intake increases and his hatred becomes more intense as
the evening wears on but he has to go to bed eventually, telling
himself that tomorrow will bring a clear head and perhaps a plan.

The next day, he wakes up late but he knows now what to do to
punish the little slut. So after breakfast, he goes back to his
room to play through what he captured on the camera. The picture
quality is excellent and his anger rises again as he replays the
part where the filthy slut's mouth is sucking her father's big
cock. He copies the file to his computer and carefully puts away
the mini DVD from the camera.

He edits the file, making a clip that lasts about a minute from
the most interesting part and copies it onto a USB stick. He's
going to use that to threaten her father. He puts it into an
envelope and seals it. The little slut will take that home to her
father and she will tell him where she got it. Her father will
play it and then know that his secret is a secret no longer.

When it's time for the kids to come home from school, he watches
out for her. He sees her coming down the street and he rushes
out, envelope in hand and he stops her as she passes his gate.

"Your father will want to see this, Taylar," he says and then
walks back into the house.

She stands there for a few seconds, wondering what that was all
about before walking down the street and going into her own
house. She gives her father the USB stick and explains who gave
it to her. He's curious of course and he goes into the den to
check out what's on the stick.

His face turns ashen when he inserts the stick into his laptop
and he sees the film clip of himself with his cock deep in
12-year-old Taylar's mouth and the evidence of her eager
acceptance of his manhood. "Oh God!" he says out loud, "Oh Jesus
Christ!"

"Taylar!" he shouts and she comes to him. "Who was it again who
gave you this?" he asks and she can see him visibly shaking.

"That weird boy at 1217," she says. "Why?"

"Look," he says and plays the clip.

She watches herself suck her daddy's cock, watches as she opens
her mouth to take his hot spunk. She blanches too as she watches
the clip and she's suddenly scared.

In her naivety, she says, "Perhaps he won't show it to anybody,"
but her father knows that the USB stick has been sent there to
threaten.

"I'll have to pay him off. Pay him to get the whole video back,"
he decides and he holds his daughter tight, afraid now that the
discovery will mean jail for him and maybe Juvenile Hall for her.
His whole family will be destroyed if this becomes public and
it's the weird kid up the street who holds the evidence. He has
to go and see this kid, see what it will take to get back the
video.

Five minutes later, he's knocking on the door of 1217 and the boy
opens it. "Want to come in?" he asks and he walks inside, leaving
her father to follow him.

When they arrive in the kitchen, the boy sits and waves to a
chair at the table.

"You gave Taylar a USB stick," he begins and the boy nods. "What
do you want?" Her father opts for the direct approach, hoping
that the kid might feel intimidated by his manner.

"I want Taylar here to suck my dick like she sucked yours," the
boy says levelly, without a hint of nervousness.

"Impossible!" says her father angrily but the kid stays calm.

"I want you to arrange that she comes here twice a week after
school and sucks my dick." It's unequivocal, straight to the
point.

"It's not possible," says her father. "How much money do you
want?"

"It's not about money, mister. I just want what you had from
Taylar. Not much to ask, is it?" replies the boy.

"And then you'll return the video? Is that it?" the father says,
sweating slightly now.

"Sure," says the boy. "I want 4 weeks of sex with your little
girl. I want to pump 8 lots of my spunk into her mouth. And I
expect her to swallow it!"

"You're asking too much," her father says. "And how do I know
you'll hand the video over?"

"I've sent it to a mailbox. After the first week, I'll give you
the name of the town. A week later, I'll give you the address of
the building. After the 4th week, I'll give you the box number
and you can pick it up. Then I've done with her."

"Why are you doing this?" her father asks.

"Because I've found out she's a slut, a dirty little bitch!" the
boy says angrily.

"Give me a little time to think about it, will you?" says her
father.

"If she's not here tomorrow after school, get ready for going to
jail." The boy stands then, a signal for the father to leave.

As he leaves, the boy says ominously, "After school tomorrow."



Taylar knocked on the door of 1217 and the boy answered it. "Come
in," he said and she reluctantly stepped forward. How beautiful
she was! Her clear skin, her little breasts under her school
blouse, her pretty face and that blonde ponytail. She was here,
in his house, and she would suck his cock!

"Leave your bag here and follow me," he said and he led her
upstairs to his room.

"Do you know what you're here for?" he asked, trying his best not
to show any emotion.

She looked down at the floor as she answered softly, "Yes."

He sat down on the bed and, as she went to kneel before him, he
stopped her. "I'm going to undress you first," he said quietly
and she panicked.

"No!" she said firmly. "You can't do that!"

"Stand here between my legs and I'm going to take your skirt and
blouse off," he said.

She stood there but when he reached out to undo the buttons on
her blouse, she grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Shall I call your father and tell him you won't do what we
agreed?" he said quietly and she bit her lip.

She let go of his hand and he undid the buttons and took off her
blouse. She wore a tiny white bra and he made her turn round so
that he could unfasten it. When he turned her to face him, the
bra fell away and he looked intently at her little tits, taking
in the sight of her little pink nipples. She began to cry softly
then, her head bowed, and he silently rejoiced at her
humiliation.

He made her offer up each foot and he removed her shoes and
socks, and then came the last piece of clothing, the one item she
didn't want him to touch. Her little white panties were pulled
tight into her crotch and she knew he could see the shape of her
pussy but when he reached to pull them down, she sobbed and
begged him not to.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he said callously, "but I want to see your
little pussy, just like your daddy did."

When her panties were pulled down and removed from her ankles, he
brought her closer and sniffed. The aroma of little-girl pussy
was intoxicating and he noticed then that instead of being
completely hairless, she did in fact have soft very blonde hair
on her pubis, although it was sparse.

"Get to work, Taylar," he said cruelly and stood up. The
12-year-old knelt before him and reached for his pants, pulling
them down to his feet, and he patiently waited while she took
them off along with his shoes and socks. He took off his own
T-shirt and she was left facing the only item of clothing he
still wore. She could see the outline of his dick through his
underwear and she trembled, looking up at him with an expression
of pleading in her eyes.

"Please don't make me do this. Please, I beg you!" she pleaded
but he remembered her with her father and rejected her pleas.

"Get on with it, Taylar," he growled and she sobbed again as she
pulled down his shorts, taking them off him as he raised each
foot.

She looked at his semi-hard dick and noticed the slime that oozed
from the pee-slit. Daddy's cock did that too and it was always
salty. She licked the knob and quickly took his shaft into her
mouth. She wanted this over as soon as possible, to get away from
this weird kid, so she sucked as hard as she could to make his
spunk come quickly.

As she sucked, he hunched forward and she gagged. "Take it, you
bitch!" he snarled and she became scared. Daddy had always been
loving and kind, never aggressive or violent.

"Suck it, you dirty little cunt! It's all you're good for!" he
spat at her with all the contempt he could manage. "Lick my
balls, slut!"

She pulled back so that his cock came out of her mouth and she
licked his balls. He hadn't showered and his unwashed smell
drifted into her nostrils. Even though it was unpleasant, she
vowed to finish him off so she could go home and let her daddy
comfort her after her ordeal. His balls moved around inside their
bag as she probed them with her tongue but the masculine smell
emanating from his groin was overpowering.

He pulled her by the hair, directing her onto his shaft again and
she sucked once more. The boy used her ponytail to drag her to
whichever part of his organ he wanted servicing and she wanted to
yell in pain each time he yanked on it. She knew however that he
was close now and concentrated on making him cum quickly.

"I'm coming, cunt!" he cried and he shot the first gob of cum
inside the little whore's mouth. He held her head tight, fucking
into her and making her gag as he came. He rode her mouth,
gagging her, choking her, and all the time he kept cumming. She
couldn't breathe and then she gagged and as she coughed up, the
spunk came down her nose.

"Fucking cunt! Dirty bitch!" he cried as his cock jerked in her
mouth. Tears were streaming down her face because of the constant
gagging and choking but he didn't care. Why should he? She was a
whore, wasn't she?

When he finished shooting in her mouth, he looked down at her.
She wasn't the pretty little girl he used to adore. She was the
hooker who charged $1 and gave you change. Cheap, worthless, and
with cum pouring out of her nose and mouth.

"Lick it clean, you dirty little hooker!" he growled at her and
she began the task. His slime was everywhere and the nasty fishy
smell almost made her vomit. She felt nauseous cleaning all this
slime from the boy's cock and wondered briefly if she could do
this a second time, never mind 8 times. Her tongue and gums were
coated with his jism and she tried to get it off so she could
swallow it and not have to taste the vile stuff any more. It
wouldn't come off easily and she had to endure the awful taste as
she completed the task. When he was satisfied, he pulled the cock
from her mouth.

"Just look at you! You're trash, Taylar. You'll always be trash!"
he said and started to dress himself.

She waited on her knees, her head bowed and wondered if it was
true. When the boy left the room, she stood and got dressed. She
went downstairs, picked up her bag and headed for the door.

"Be here on Monday, Taylar. I want to use you again!" and he
laughed.

She hurried home, and when her father saw her, he almost cried.
He saw the boy's spunk running from her nose and spunk was drying
around her mouth too. He cuddled her and she cried hysterically
in her daddy's arms.

"Let's get you cleaned up, honey," he said softly and he led her
away to the shower.



These assaults on the little 12-year-old continued in the same
vein for the next 3 weeks. She had become used to her hair being
pulled hard and the constant flow of filthy names that he called
her. The boy took his revenge on her, humiliating and abusing her
in any way he saw fit. The filthy little bitch was going to
suffer for all the emotional damage she had caused him and he
wondered sometimes if making her suck his cock was enough. He
decided that maybe he should punish her further, make her truly
sorry for for her infidelity.

When the 7th cock-sucking was due, he decided on something
different. He was going to have some virgin pussy. He would rape
her! That would fix her if she wanted to stay a virgin until she
married the nice Mr. Right. Yes, that would fix her good.

Taylar knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. When he
came to the door, he said nastily, "Oh it's you, slut. Get
upstairs and get your clothes off!"

This was the norm now. He treated her with contempt each time she
went and made as much mess as possible over her pretty face with
his spunk. Today would be no different, she was sure. She was
glad there were only two more sessions that she had to endure
before she was freed from this humiliating and distasteful
contract.

She was naked when he arrived in the bedroom and so was he. She
eyed his cock with disdain, wishing that it would soon be over.

"Suck it, you bitch!" he snarled and she knelt down before him.
As before, he had not washed before she had arrived and she was
sure it was intentional. Her hand took his semi-erect penis and
held it to her lips, licking his pee-slit and the knob with her
little tongue. The pre-cum tasted salty like always and she
persevered with her attempt to make him shoot his vile spunk into
her mouth.

When he had become fully erect, he pulled his cock from her mouth
and she looked up in surprise. He pulled her roughly to her feet
and began to maul her little tits, pulling them by the nipples
and hurting her. As she tried to resist, he slapped her hard
across the face and she stood still, stunned at what he'd just
done. He continued his assault and tried to kiss her lips but she
turned her head and tried to break free. Another slap rocked her
back on her feet and she collapsed to the floor.

"Get up, you little slut!" he cried and he hauled her to her feet
again. "You're going to lose your cherry!"

Her eyes opened wide in horror as she knew that she would be
raped and she tried again to escape. His strong arms picked up
the child with ease and she screamed as he threw her face down on
the bed, with her legs hanging over the edge.

"No! Please don't! Please..." she begged in terror but he threw
himself on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. He found
that her terror excited him and he became more aroused by her
pleas. He had power and she had none!

"You want this, don't you, Taylar? You've always wanted this, you
dirty bitch!" and he opened wide her legs with his own.

She cried now, tears rolling down her face as she begged, "Please
don't! Please... I'll do anything. Please don't hurt me!" and he
laughed.

He pulled her pony-tail hard and her head was forced back, and he
whispered in her ear, "I loved you, you little tramp, and you had
sex with Daddy. You're going to pay for that!"

"I won't do it again, I promise," she cried out, rushing the
words in the hope that he'd reconsider. "I'll tell him he can't
have me any more." Fear was in her voice, absolute terror at the
prospect of perhaps being terribly hurt or even dying.

"Too late now! You should have said no before!" he shouted into
her ear and he felt for her little slit with one hand. The small
girl could not fight him because she was pinned down by his
weight and he found the little pussy that he'd always dreamed of
with his fingers.

His rough handling made her cry out with pain and he smiled with
satisfaction. His finger found her love-hole and he brought his
cock there, feeling his knob against her tender flesh.

The child panicked once more when she felt his knob lined up with
her pussy and she began to plead with him. "No! No! I'll do
anything! Please don't!"

He rammed his hips forward and she screamed loudly at the
excruciating pain of his large knob forcing open her dry pussy.
"It hurts! It hurts!" she cried out, hoping for pity that was
never going to come. When he pushed again, the child screamed
when his cock came against her cherry and he halted briefly. The
child was wailing now, trying to move from under him but he was
so heavy that she was having trouble just breathing.

"You want more cock, Taylar?" he jeered at her as her tears ran
down her face.

"Please don't do it any more. I'll be a good girl now, really I
will," she cried and he smiled.

One more push with his powerful hips and the girl's virginity was
ripped away. She screamed again in real pain but the boy was only
concerned with his cock which had bottomed out inside her. He
still had 2 inches of cock outside of her fuck-hole but he'd be
taking care of that real soon. Her hips had flinched when he'd
ruptured her hymen but his weight continued to keep her still as
he began to fuck her tiny love-hole.

She was his now, his to use as he wanted. He pulled back his cock
and forced it into her tunnel again and she screamed with agony.

"Stop screaming, you little cunt, or I'll kill you!" he snarled
but she couldn't stop the tears.

Each time he thrust into her battered pussy, she was pushed
forward and soon his cock forced its way completely into her. Her
pain was excruciating and she tried not to scream but she
whimpered  each time the big cock speared her. He was an animal
now, rutting, forcing his female to endure his violence as he
dominated her.

The child pleaded again, weakly now, "Please... No... please
stop!" but he paid no heed. He couldn't stop now and had no
intention of doing so.

The fucking of the little girl continued and the friction burned
inside her dry little pussy but she could not stop him, could not
prevent him hurting her so badly. His saliva had drooled down
into her hair as if he was some enormous dog violating her cunt.

He was close now, ready to cum inside the blonde-haired girl's
cunt and when he felt it begin, he slammed into her and held
himself on top of her as the spunk began to spew into her. She
felt it, felt his hot nasty spunk shoot inside her tortured
vagina as she was held down. She felt the jerking of his cock
inside her and knew she would never be the same again.

When he eventually stopped spurting inside her, he lay still on
top of her, delighting in the feel of his manhood inside the
tight little pussy. She moaned but it was not from any kind of
pleasure; it was from the pain inflicted by this rabid dog, this
animal who had so brutally raped her.

At last he pulled his cock out of her and she could breathe again
but she lay there, exhausted by the fighting. He looked at the
damage he'd inflicted and was pleased. Her pussy gaped wide open
and he could see some spunk and traces of her blood in and around
her hole. When he looked at his cock, there were traces of his
spunk and her blood too so it needed to be licked clean.

He pulled the child off the bed and she collapsed on the floor in
front of him.

"Oh no, you little cunt. You have some cleaning to do," and he
pulled her off the floor by her hair into a kneeling position.
"Clean that, bitch!"

She licked weakly, not really tasting the mess in her dazed
state. As she licked, his cum was leaking out of her pussy and
pooling on the floor beneath her. He pulled her hair again,
forcing his cock further into her mouth and she worked like a
zombie, not really knowing any more what was happening.

When he thought it was enough, he pulled his cock out of her
mouth and made her stand. He slapped her face twice to get her
attention.

"Listen, Taylar. Your father has everything now to get the DVD
I've sent to the mailbox, all except the number of the box. He'll
get that next week when you've given me the last blow-job. If you
tell him I raped you, he won't get the number. Do you
understand?"

"Yes," the child replied in barely a whisper.

"Get dressed, you little slut, and fuck off home. Be here on
Friday."



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