AUTHOR = Q-Tip
E-MAIL = theqtip2000@yahoo.com
Her name is Laura and she's beautiful. I've watched her ever since she and her husband moved in next to me a few years ago. I'd watch her when she was outside, in the back, and at first I thought she was his daughter. She looked like she was 15 years old -- small, maybe only 5'2" or so and thin with small little girl tits and a tight, slender ass. She often wore her hair in a ponytail, her face without makeup and unlined, looking 15, maybe even 14. I was amazed when I got to know them that she is his wife and she's 30 years old.
Sitting at my window I could watch her as she worked in the yard, bending over, her beautiful ass and wonderful little breasts pointed at me. I'd squeeze my cock inside my pants, sometimes, as I watched her. I tried not to look when I thought she was the daughter, although it was hard not to. Once I found out the truth, I watched her as much as I could.
I got to know her and her husband; they came over to my house or sometimes I'd visit them. He's a nice enough guy but I couldn't really tell about their sex life. Laura's an incredibly happy person. I almost said girl because of the way she looks and sometimes acts. It was easy to talk to her and think I was talking to a young girl. Getting to know her like that, I got a better appreciation for her body. She's very small and thin, her breasts would make protruding bumps in the front of her T-shirts. She almost never wore a bra and her nipples would become hard and pointed.
She caught me looking once. I looked up to see that she'd caught me staring at her hard nipples. She smiled a shy smile like she knew what I'd been looking at and it was okay. She quickly looked away, almost as if to make sure nobody else was looking and then smiled at me again. Saying nothing, she sat up a little straighter causing her nipples to stick out even more. What she did next made my cock throb in my pants. She looked down at her own nipples and then back up at me. Looking me in the eye she smiled and looked down at her own nipples again. This time she just continued to look at herself, it was obvious I also could look as much as I wanted.
My name is Fred and I'm not so young anymore but all the equipment works, works just find thank God. Oh, I don't hear very well but that's because of the work I do, not from getting older.
Laura became a big help to me, since I live alone. She'd help around my house with things that I've never become very good at doing. One day she saw me wearing a pink T-shirt. It didn't start out pink, it started out white. It became pink when I washed it. Well, Laura made fun of my homemaking skills, in a nice Laura way, and from that day on she'd come over to do my laundry for me. That's where my story really starts, one day when Laura came over to do my laundry.
As I said, my equipment works just fine and I have a healthy sex drive, but living alone and without female companionship that can become a problem. I was reading a porno magazine that day, lying naked on my bed playing with my cock. I was lying facing the door to my bedroom but I didn't hear Laura come into the house. That's not so unusual, I often can't hear the door and I was surprised to look up and see her smiling at me from my doorway. I jumped and tried to cover up what I was doing, but she was having none of that.
"Oh, Fred," she said, "look at what you've got there."
She was staring straight at my cock as she walked toward the bed. I had gone a little soft, the surprise of seeing her I guess, but her staring at my cock with that little girl smile was enough to get me hard again.
"Would you like some help with that?" she asked.
Without waiting she bent over, first touching my cock with her small hand, and then taking it into her mouth. Oh my god her mouth felt good. Warm and wet, her lips so soft that I could feel the hardness spreading through my shaft.
She was dressed in a white T-shirt that day, very tight around her small body. She was wearing small pink shorts and her light colored hair was in pigtails, held by pink rubber bands.
She was on her knees in front of me, sliding my harder than ever cock in and out of her mouth, moving her head around in small circles that spread the sensations everywhere. I was now thoroughly wet from her and she still had her hand on the shaft, pumping my cock up and down in unison with her mouth, her hand sliding in her salvia and my pre-cum. I had never felt anything better in my life.
"What are you doing, girl?" I asked her, my breathing becoming a little heavy. Actually, I had to ask her twice since I couldn't quite make a noise the first time.
She just looked up at me, her little-girl eyes huge and very bright as my cock continued to slide in and out of her tiny mouth. I touched her hair as she continued to bob up and down on me, the feelings become more intense until I knew I couldn't take much more.
"I'm getting close," I told her since I didn't want to surprise her with a mouthful of cum. I thought that would be very ungentlemanly, but she just worked that much harder, her mouth and hand flying, her checks hollowed by the sucking she was doing. Finally, in a rush of pleasure that seemed not to end, I came for her and, when I was done, she gave my cock a final lick and smiled at me again, this time while running her tongue over her lips.
She stood in front of me, licking my cum from her hand. Her nipples were very hard points in the front of her T-shirt. I thought that her shorts were a darker color of pink between her legs.
"Let me do something for you," I asked. I wasn't at all sure that I could get hard again but I was more than willing to bring her pleasure.
"No, Fred," she said, "I'll be back next week to do the laundry and then we'll see about you taking care of me." She gave me a quick kiss, her mouth small and soft against my lips, and left.
The next time she came over, I was ready for her. I'd thought of almost nothing else for a week. I'd dreamed about her naked before me and I'd woken up morning after morning with my erection throbbing thinking about her next visit. I didn't plan to give her a chance to change her mind; I met her at the door naked with my cock already half-hard.
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Oh, Fred, your cock is so big and I'm so small. What are you going to do to me?" As she spoke she reached out her hand and ran her finger lightly over the head of my hardening prick. Her hand looked so small that two of hers equaled one of mine.
Putting my arm around her I pulled her toward me, gently, and bent down to kiss her lips while stroking her bare arm with my other hand. She was dressed differently today. She was wearing a blouse that buttoned up the front; it was white with yellow flowers and very soft, like silk. Her skirt was short and a gray color. It looked like the skirts those Catholic schoolgirls dress in, gray with pleats. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a white headband, as if she was planning to play tennis. On her feet she wore white stockings and brown loafers.
"Does your mother know where you are, little girl?" I asked as I started to work on the buttons of her blouse.
"No," she said, her voice a little husky. Laura's voice is like a little girl's voice, high and soft. "She thinks I'm at the library, studying." She was acting the part perfectly, as a schoolgirl.
I led her to the bed where she sat primly, her hands in her lap and her legs together. I was quickly beside her. She turned her head to kiss me as I continued to unbutton her blouse.
"Oh Fred, what are you doing to my blouse?" she asked into my mouth.
When I had the buttons undone, I gently slipped my hand inside. She was wearing a white cotton little girl's bra. I first cupped her small tit in my hand over the bra and, as I did, I heard the sharp intake of breath as she stopped kissing me, just for that moment. As I slid my hand under her bra to touch her incredibly warm soft flesh she started kissing me again, this time harder and more urgent than before.
Undoing her bra, I lowered my mouth to her hard little-girl nipples. They were straining erect on the buds of her breasts. Her tits were little cones protruding from her small body; she didn't need a bra at all.
As I sucked first one and then the other nipple into my mouth, I could hear her moaning. A long soft "oooooooh" almost under her breath. Her hand held my head firmly, her fingers running through my hair.
I gently eased her back on the bed, running my hand up her bare leg as I again kissed her mouth and cheeks. I know my breath caught when I reached her white cotton panties. I cupped her mound in the palm of my hand, feeling the wet spot at its center. I could feel her hips rising, just a little, to meet my hand and to rub against me.
I slipped my fingers under the leg band of her panties and felt her slit, wet and small, as she again moaned, this time much louder, into my mouth. Kissing my way down her body, again sucking on her nipples, I made my way between her legs. Reaching up under her skirt, I started to pull her panties down as she lifted her legs, just a little, to help me.
I will never forget the sight that greeted me. Laura's cunt was almost without pubic hair. A very light coating covered her mound, so little hair that it looked like her cunt was completely bald. Her labia were very small and when I spread her open she glistened bright pink before me. I bent to kiss her pussy and then to run my tongue her entire length as she shuttered and flooded my mouth with her thick honey.
She was groaning louder now, her hips moving slightly back and forth. I could taste the wonderful saltiness of her juice as she became increasingly aroused. I alternated sucking and licking her clit as I pumped my finger, first one and then two, in and out of her.
Her hands were on the back of my head pulling me into her as she moaned in rhythm with my fingers. I could feel her getting closer. She wasn't moving her hips now, just holding them up to my face and pressing my head hard into her cunt. Her moans were a constant "oooooh" as she came, exploding into my mouth. I could feel her throb as she held my sucking lips still against her.
I held her as her orgasm subsided. I tried to wipe the cunt juice off my chin before I kissed her but she surprised me by sucking and licking my face clean, capturing all of her own saltiness in her mouth.
I finished stripping her naked then, revealing all of that little-girl body to my eyes.
"What are you going to do to me now?" she asked in her small voice. "You're not going to try to put that big thing inside of me are you?" She was looking at my cock, making her eyes big as though she'd never seen a grown man's hard-on before.
"Well," I said as I finished stripping her naked, "I'll just have to show you."
I urged her onto her hands and knees and, as a joke, gave her a Tootsie-Roll Pop that had been lying on the table next to my bed. I took a moment to run my hands over her perfect ass, wondering at how small and smooth they looked. The clef of her cunt peeking at me from between her small, absolutely perfect thighs. I almost came before I started when she looked back at me, around her naked ass, her head down, sucking on that Tootsie-Roll Pop. She was still wearing her white headband around her ponytail, and her white stockings were still on her feet. She'd never looked younger than she did then.
I started to rub the head of my aching erect cock along her slit from behind.
"Oh my," she said putting her head on the bed and pushing her ass back to meet me, "what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to have to fuck you, little girl," I said as I eased my erection inside of her.
Her cunt was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt in my life. A week before I had thought her mouth provided the most wonderful feelings in the world, now I knew it was her cunt that provided it. So incredibly smooth, hot and wet, like fucking warm butter. Only warm butter with muscles that could grip and release until the pleasure was more than any normal man could stand.
I am, after all, a normal man and it wasn't long before I was fucking her as hard as I could. Slamming my cock in and out of her, I could feel the cum rising, getting closer and closer as we both moaned and groaned louder.
I could hear her from a distance, her hands tight fists grabbing the bedspread as I started to cum, "OH FUCK ME FRED... FUCK MY LITTLE PUSSY... MAKE ME CUM... OOOOOOOH."
I pushed into her as far as I could go, feeling my balls flatten against her as I came. I could hear her now, as my cock pumped and throbbed in rhythm to my heartbeat, urging me to cum inside her, deep inside her.
We lay there afterwards. I stroked her breasts and played with her nipples as we talked and just enjoyed the afterglow.
Laura comes over every week now to do my laundry, and every week I meet her at the door, naked with a hard-on.
THE END
