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Girl Next Door (part 5)

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Meghan and Rudy finally come together. This is the longest but was worth the effort. There’s one more part, but this is the climax (pun intended)

This went on for a while, until one day I heard an intense conversation between Meghan and her ‘bestie.’ Apparently even though they were only in 8th grade, an 11th grade boy had asked her to come to the high school valentine’s day dance. She was understandably flattered and excited about it, but also frantic that her parents weren’t going to let her go. They were discussing convoluted plans so that she could sneak out, but in the end all that planning was unnecessary.

A few days after I heard this conversation her father came over and asked if I could do them a ‘huge favor.’ He and his wife had an opportunity to go for a three day Valentine’s Day cruise that they just couldn’t pass up. They didn’t love the idea of leaving Meghan alone, but she was also not really young enough to need a babysitter. As her father said – and I had to repress a chuckle – that she was very mature for her age and they had no doubt she could take care of herself, but they would feel better if there was someone they trusted nearby to check in on her and be there if she had any trouble. Of course I agreed immediately.

On the first night they were gone I came over to chat with Meghan. I was utterly respectable and projected nothing more than the kindly neighbor persona that I had become quite adept at. She was flustered as we talked, which gave me a serious thrill, but it was a pretty basic conversation where I told her that I had no desire to babysit or micromanage her and I certainly wouldn’t be around bothering her, although I would be nearby if she needed anything. She voiced a kind of proud appreciation for my acknowledgment that she wasn’t a child, but there was also a clear tinge of disappointment. I suspect she thought – perhaps hoped – that I would be more… intrusive. We exchanged phone numbers so we could communicate directly.

As I started to leave she timidly told me that there was something she needed to tell or ask me. She proceeded to tell me about the Valentine’s dance the next day – although she said it was a junior high dance, not high school. I acted like I was seriously thinking and probed with a few questions. She admitted that her parents didn’t know and she’d like it to stay that way. I could tell she was on edge, so I leaned in close and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “why don’t we just add this to our collection of secrets.” She was stunned speechless, and I dropped her a wink as I turned to leave.

I checked on her by text that night and the next morning like a responsible caretaker, but all was fine so there was no need for much chat. I was EXTREMELY tempted to ask her what she was up to that first night alone because she didn’t come to her bedroom until after midnight and she was a bedraggled sweaty exhausted mess. I suspected that she had taken the extended alone time to more seriously explore her parents collection of toys. The thought made me shiver.

The next night I watched as her bff came by after school and helped Meghan get ready. She wore a pretty red dress and must have borrowed a push up bra or something because her tits were almost bursting out of it. Clearly she was trying to look older. They spent almost two hours working on hair and makeup, obviously struggling with their lack of experience as they tried to make her look older but ended up making her look more like a whorish clown. In the end though they got a pretty good mix.

I texted her to ask if she needed a ride or anything, and she said no. I thought about pressing a little more – I liked making her uncomfortable and the more she lied, the more leverage I would have over her. But in the end I let it go. I actually felt a little sorry and protective of her as she was clearly on edge so I didn’t want to make things any more stressful.

Around 7:00 a little red sports car pulled up and an attractive young man in a sharp suit got out and knocked on her door. I watched as she came out and turned bright red as he stepped back and complimented her. As they walked to the car I could sense her discomfort and awkwardness, but I was proud of the way she pulled herself together. As he opened the door for her and she turned to climb in, she spotted me watching through my big living room windows. She froze for a moment as she realized that she was caught in a lie, but I tipped my drink at her reassuringly and she got in and left.

A few hours later they came home all bubbly and clearly having had a good time. It was easy to read the conversation even from far away as he pressured her to let him in. I could see that she both wanted to but knew it wasn’t a great idea, but eventually she relented and they went in.

I must admit, the next few minutes were living torture to me as I was unable to see what was going on. I was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. Jealousy. Desire – both to be the one there and to know and see what was going on. Protectiveness, unsure whether she could really handle this.. I pulled up the camera app but her bedroom was empty. I went up to my old perch because at least that gave me some visibility of the house, I could see or hear nothing.

Until I started to hear raised voices. It was from a distance at first, but I cranked up the volume and could hear angry tones in a male voice, and Meghan’s pleading and on the edge of crying. Suddenly the door to her bedroom burst open and I saw him not quite but almost pushing her in. Her hands were out defensively trying to keep some distance, but he kept stepping closer forcing her to step back. He grabbed at her and kissed her, rough and clumsy but he was strong. She tried to pull away but only managed to get turned around, and he wrapped one arm around her belly and the other groped at her tits as he ground his crotch into her ass. She was facing the camera, and I could so easily read the war that was going on inside her. She wanted this. She wanted it bad. But she hated herself for wanting it and she was scared. She was desperate for the real thing after these past years of wondering and dreaming, but now that the moment was here she was scared to death. But at the same time, I could tell that she was grinding back into him, and when he pinched at her nipple I saw a lip bite and closed eyes that I was very familiar with.

Finally it seemed like she almost gave in and she turned back to him, let him kiss her, and then led him over to the side of the bed. My side, by the window. His back was to the camera and I could just see her face over his shoulder, but then she turned – and she opened the drapes. I dropped my phone and looked down at her window, and saw her looking back up at me.

I was stunned, but then even more stunned when she slowly turned back to him and put her hands on his chest. They kissed some more and he pawed at her ass. She didn’t seem to do much in return – just let him feel and attack her with his mouth. Soon he was pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to go on her knees in front of him. He started to take his cock out, and while she looked at it for a long moment before wrapping her hand around it, as she started to slowly stroke it she looked up at me.

I had no idea what was in her eyes. I thought I knew her so well, but this was something new – an actual open interaction between us and it threw all my assumptions into chaos. She seemed resigned to what was happening, but not really happy about it. Her body was reacting almost primaly to his aggression and her fascination with having a cock in her hand, but was she also pleading with me for help? I couldn’t help but think of her as mine and I was worried about her safety. I didn’t want her to be sad or scared.

But then she set herself, looked up at me one last time, and she fucking smiled a bitchy grin at me before opening her mouth and reaching out with her tongue for a long lick.

I saw red.

The next thing I knew I was pushing their front door open and storming in. I don’t even remember leaving my house much less crossing the yards. My blood was roaring in my ears and conscious thought was gone. I hesitated for millisecond when my rational mind broke though to ask what the fuck I thought I was doing, but then even that mind came around to the necessity of this intervention.

I made a stomping bee line for her room and slammed the door open. A distant part of me felt a little sorry for her date as he went from smug satisfaction and pleasure at having almost achieved his only real goal for the night to utter confusion and terror at the madman who was suddenly yelling at him to get his hands off of her.

I didn’t wait to see if he complied and I was barely even aware of Meghan on her knees in front of him except as an obstacle as I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and started pulling him toward the door. His pants were around his thighs making him stumble and almost fall as he tried to pull up his pants and make excuses. I didn’t even hear his words as I marched through the front door that I’d left open in my rush. I literally tossed him out into the yard where he fell on his face and then scrambled for his car.

I didn’t know what to expect when I closed the door and turned around – hell there wasn’t even a hint of logical thought going on in my head – but it definitely wasn’t the hands-on-her-hips burning red faced little ball of barely contained fury facing me.

Before I could open my mouth she was tripping over her own words in her rush to scold me. I couldn’t help but think it was cute as hell as she ripped into me. And I knew beyond a doubt that I could hear what she was really saying despite her words

“What the hell do you think you’re doing (I’m so happy to see you)?? What are you my dad or something (please yes, please be my daddy)? You fucking perv! I know what you’ve been doing (I love your eyes on me). You’re lucky I haven’t told my parents what you’ve been up to (I’m lucky you haven’t told my parents what I’ve been up to). I should call the cops right now and have you arrested.”

Somehow my blood settled and boiled at the same time. Her words made me heat up again and my fists clenched, but a deeper part of me understood this game very well and was right at home.

I covered the 10 feet between us in three long hurried strides and took her shoulders in my hands and gave her a little shake. I towered over her, and something about her eyes looking up at me as they trembled with manufactured anger and instinctual desire electrified me.

“Shut your fucking mouth little girl. You know exactly what I’m doing. You want this and I think it’s fucking hilarious that you’re trying to pretend that you don’t.”

She was shocked by my response and stuttered as she tried to deny my words saying, “You’re crazy (you’re right)!! You’re like… old (hot)!! This is insane (this is right)! I’m only 15 Mr. Gardet, are you going to rape me or something (please please please please please please please)?

I spun her around and wrapped my arm around around her, holding her body tight against mine as I growled in her ear. “Go ahead little girl, keep up your act. I understand completely Meghan. I know you in a different, better, and deeper way than anyone else. I know you work sooooo hard to hide what you want. What you crave. What you need. I applaud you for succeeding in making most of the world think that you’re a simple little pretty blonde girl, when we both know that you’re just as much a depraved pervert as I am, maybe even more.” She struggled in my arms at this accusation, but her writhing was barely hidden submission to the truth of my words as she rubbed her ass back against me.

“You’ve got such nasty thoughts in that pretty little head of yours and you hide it well, but I know I’m not the only one to see it. Your cousin – he knows a little doesn’t he? Your friends? I’ll bet you try to hide it behind giggles and girl talk, but they know that you’re on a whole different level than them when the talk moves beyond which boys in your class are the cutest. That boy I just chased out of here? He knew. He knew better than you did what you wanted. It was pretty stupid of you to open yourself to that, but you’re not a stupid girl are you Meghan. You can pretend that you didn’t want that, but I’ll bet my life that your sweet little pussy is dripping right now, isn’t?”

She stammered and tried to protest but I moved on, now sliding one hand up to take her jaw in my hand and turn her head to the side, my lips and voice gliding across that magic spot on the side of her neck between ear and shoulder. My other hand traveling down to the hem of her dress and then slowly gathering up the material as I went on. “What about your father Meghan? You know that some part of him feels exactly what goes on behind your closed door don’t you? He’s a man like any other, and most of us have an innate talent to sense when a ripe little dirty piece like you is yearning. Like all of us, I’m she he tamps it down as ‘inappropriate, but I’m just as sure that thoughts of you swirl in his mind when his cock is in his hand. Hell, he’s probably thinking of his little girl when he fucks your mother, don’t you think?”

As I finish this questioning my fingers finally reach the goal they’ve been aching for for years. I slide in under her panties and slowly but firmly rub my flattened fingers up and down.

“Nooooo,” she tries to say but it comes out as a barely audible whisper. “Nooooo Rudy, that’s not me. I’m a good girl. I’m just like everyone else. This is wrong. You need to… stopppppp…”

Her last words fade out as I press in with my fingers – still flat, not trying to penetrate, but pushing her little lips apart so I can stroke her wetness.

I bit her neck. Hard. At the same time I press down on her clit with my palm. Hard. She squealed in pain and it seemed to revive her. She started struggling again and with more vigor, saying “No Rudy no. You have to stop. You’re hurting me. Please…please…please…. I don’t want this. I’m not ready.”

Her body denied her words. Her legs opened for me and my fingers slipped inside her. I’d released her arms and instead of trying to get away for real, both hands were creeping down my abs, reaching for the hard prick that she felt rubbing her ass through her dress.

I bit down again, even harder, and her words stopped through her rushed intake of breath, and I smiled inwardly as I sensed her pussy clenching on my fingers. Three quick rubs and her whole body was shaking in my arms as she exploded in orgasm.

I spun her back around to face me and her eyes opened and looked at mine. “No Rudy, no more please. This has gone too far. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.” But that’s not what her eyes said, or her lips as mine touched hers and found a very willing home.

We kissed for an eternity while I made her cum three more times with my hands before I next spoke. She kept fumbling at my crotch but was still holding bad. So I helped.

“Don’t call me Rudy or Mr. Gardet anymore Meghan. Call me daddy.”

I felt her melt and I released her sloppy cunt from my hands. With one I hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants while I used the other to take her hand and guide it to where I know it longed to be.

As her delicate little fingers wrapped around me and squeezed gently she said, “No daddy. No. Don’t make me.”

I answered by kissing her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue and tasting her, while at the same time gripping her wrist and guiding her to stroke me up and down. Making her.

My free hand now reaching up to slip the shoulder strap of her dress down so that with a few more tugs I could release her tits. How many times I’d longed to feel them. Taste them. She moaned and whimpered as my hand seized her and squeezed hard. I was unable to go gently, but I knew it was ok. Despite her gasped objections, she leaned into it and gripped my cock harder in direct response to my squeezing her girl’s breast.

It was all almost too much for me and I felt an incredible energy building inside me. I pushed her back, and stared at her eyes as I slipped the other strap off and quickly roughly pulled the dress down. She whispered breathy objections, and actually seemed to try to get away as I removed her bra and panties, but my hand in her hair stopped her.

“Owwwwwww! Daddy don’t!!! What are you doing!! I’m just a little girl. I’m your little girl. Please don’t hurt me daddy. I’ll be good. I’m always good. Don’t make me be bad”

Exposed bare naked before me I looked her up and down, giving her a little shake by the hair. “You’re goddamn right you’re my little girl, and you’d better learn to do what you’re told.”

She looked down at my prick standing out straight and I can tell she wanted to reach for it, but she was still trying to deny herself as much as she could. She bit her lip looking at it. “Daddy, you’re not going to make me touch it more are you? You’re not going to make me put it in my mouth like Chad did, are you?”

Instead of turning me on, her ‘innocent little girl’ game made my former anger flare as she reminded me of that fucker who tried to take what was mine. I lashed out, “Ah yes, that’s right. You’re daddy’s little girl but you were all too eager to be his little whore weren’t you? I saw your tongue on him. Just like with your cousin you sick little incestuous fuck. I saw you teasing him and then acting all surprised when he came to your room and had his way with you. I saw you jerk his little cock till he dribbled his pathetic load on you. Don’t even try to pretend like you’re some innocent child – we both know that you are a cock hungry little wannabee slut. You could have stopped. You didn’t have to do what your cousin asked you to when he wanted pics for his spank bank. But you did it. You acted all upset, but it hardly took anything for him to convince you to expose yourself to him completely.”

Brought back to reality for a moment by the recounting of things she didn’t know that I knew about and some she did, she stuttered an excuse, “he told me that if I didn’t send him those pics that he would tell my parents about the 4th of July. I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t want to.”

I laughed cruelly at her. “I guess that might be true, but you fucking liked it. Don’t try to deny it, you know you touched yourself watching the stroke vid he sent back to you. You made yourself cum watching your own fucking cousin stroking his dick. Tell me that you’re not a dirty cunt whore.”

“I’m not daddy I’m not. I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl. You need to stop daddy. Don’t make me be bad.”

Something about this infuriated me. Perhaps I was tired of the game, or perhaps I was loving it and ready to take it to the next level. My heart pumping I drug her over to the couch and pushed her down to a seated position. She looked so small and vulnerable there below me, naked and all kinds of messy from her smeared makeup and glistening thighs. She looked at my dick hungrily and I could almost read her mind’s desire to taste that enomous drop of pre cum at the tip.

“No girl. No you don’t get to taste my dick. I don’t want that little whore mouth that was just so frequently used by someone who didn’t deserve it.”

I placed my hand on her chest and pushed her torso against the back of the couch.

“You know what I want. I want what no other man has had. I want that part of you that you’ve been saving for me, whether you knew it or not. I want that soft wet piece of heaven that has brought you so much pleasure in the past years, but now you’re going to learn what it’s really for.”

“No daddy no!! I’m not ready for that! I’m a virgin! I’m just a little girl!!!” But once again her body belied her words and her knees parted, hips dropping as she opened herself to me.

I went down on my knees and put my hand around her throat. The other went around my shaft as I guided the tip to her little tight fuckhole. I squeezed her throat and pinned her to the couch as I started to push in, saying “Don’t tell me what you are Meghan. I know what you are. I know it better than you know yourself. This is what you were made for. Daddy’s job is to teach his little girl, and I’m giving you one of the biggest lessons of your life. You’re going to learn how to take daddy’s dick. And you’re going to love it.”

With that, I pushed in.

She was sopping wet and I had smeared the healthy dollop of pre-cum all over my tip to ease the entry, but there was no getting around the fact that she was small and she was a virgin. A deep animal part of me didn’t give a shit and wanted me to just bury my cock deep in her immediately, but I wouldn’t let it go that far.

Instead I kept my hand around her throat and locked my eyes to hers as I pushed in deeper. It was unimaginably tight, and I could see the pain on her face. Her instinctual reaction to the pain was to close her legs and try to squirm away, but I roughly pushed them back open, knowing that her spreading would ease the passage. Finally, there was sudden give inside her, and I slid in almost halfway. Her entire body tensed and two tears streamed down her cheeks, but my cock inside her must have reminded or inspired her. She opened her eyes and stared at me, determined and suddenly not looking so much like a little girl.

Her legs spread wider and her hands jumped up to my hips. A little surprised I hesitated, until she started talking and pulling me toward her. “No daddy, don’t do this! Don’t fuck me please daddy. I can’t take your big dick. It huuuuuuurts daddy it huuuuurts. Why are you doing this to me?? Are you mad at me daddy? Nooooooo…. Please…. Stooooooop.”

But I wasn’t hardly running the show now. Her fingers dug into my hips and then my ass as she pulled me deeper. She let her back and hips drop a little father pushing herself on my shaft. She stared at my eyes the entire time as she took more and more of my dick.

“Yes baby. Yes it hurts. I know it hurts. Good things sometimes do. No I’m not mad at you. I love you baby, you’re my girl. Don’t tell me no. Don’t ask me to stop what we both know you need.”

But then all words stopped. I was in her. All the way. I knew I should be gentle but I couldn’t. I started rocking back and forth, thrusting my hips and watching her eyes start to roll in her head. She lifted her knees up so she could spread wider and take me deeper like a fucking natural. My balls slapped against her asshole and soon we were both panting and grunting. She came twice while I enjoyed finally sinking my cock into this piece of meat that I’d been dreaming off forever.

Just as I was about to cum she squeezed me with her legs as if to stop me. I wondered if she was regretting and wanting to stop, until she asked, “daddy, you’re not going to want to fuck me from behind are you? That’s extra bad isn’t it? That’s how the animals do it and it looks so dirty and rough. You wouldn’t do something like that to your little girl would you?”

I laughed, the game finally having progressed to fun with her call back to our first shared experience. But I played along.

“Little girl, I’ll take you any goddamn way I please, and you’ll like it.” I placed my hands under her knees and dragged her off the couch onto the floor, and then I rolled her over and positioned her on her hands and knees.

Again like a natural, she walked her knees out a little, arched her back, and dropped her shoulders. She threw her pretty long blond hair over one shoulder while she looked back at me over the other. “Oh no daddy, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You’re so bad. Please don’t make me. Please don’t fuck me like this.”

I spanked her ass, hard and without warning. “Shut up girl, I told you I’ll take you any damn way I please. You need to get this through your pretty little head – you’re mine. You’re mine to treat how I want. To use how I want. From this day until forever. You’re my little girl. You’re my little bitch. Now reach back and spread yourself for me. Give yourself to me like you know you want to.”

Her face fell to the carpeted floor as her hands went back to the bottom of her butt cheeks and dug in as she spread her raw red pussy open for me. It was too much. Too perfect.

I scooted in and slid in – full deep on the first stroke. I know it hurt her, but good fucking god it felt so incredibly good. I unleashed years of built up need on this little girls twat, ears rushing with the roar of blood furiously pumping throughout my body, but still sense enough to hear her screaming denials of the obvious pleasure wracking her. “Noooooo daddy!!! You’re so big and I’m so little. Why are you doing this to me? Oh daddy please. Please daddy stop. Please please, stop it’s too much.

Her hands back on the floor now she used them for leverage to push back on to me. Each time she met my thrusts with push back of her own she screamed “No!” or “Please” or promised to be good.

I swear to god I think I almost passed out in the moments before the most explosive orgasm of my life. For a long moment it was like I was watching us from outside my body in slow motion. I could see her nipples dragging on the carpet as they bounced with our rough rhythm. I could see spittle dripping from her mouth. I could see her eyes closed, head hanging down as she came over and over on her daddy’s screaming cock. I could see myself, chest puffed out and sweaty like some kind of gorilla. This beast slamming forward into this delicate piece of young white flesh. I saw myself reach forward and grab her forearms and pulled her back as I finally released all my burning need and burning cum through my burning cock into her burning pussy. It was like watching myself being electrocuted as my teeth clenched and every muscle in my body tightened as my balls pulsed and emptied into my girl. Filling her to overflowing.

Finally it was done. Finally we were together. Finally she was mine. Mine. Mine! MINE!!!!

(one more part to finish it off. Finally!)

((and yes, I’m still on telegram and Kik at same name, Session is 05ecc33a56f10f66a2a863fc45aab296a61053357420737d4a08d24882387f0f7a))

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3 Comments

  • Reply Cinnamon Buns ID:1eegz8ia3on9

    My whore of a cunt was wet through all of the buildup. This was well written and called to my inner child who had wanted to be fucked by a daddy. As I rubbed my clit throughout each part, my need to cum built up with your story until I plunged my finger in my pussy and became a writhing creamy mess.

    • RudyGardet ID:4glk83qrc

      That’s quite the complement young lady, I’m glad it spoke to you. Even more glad that it made you NEED to feel something inside your sweet little whore cunny. Good girl…

    • lil luver ID:1evqfqn88xxo

      Good girl cinnamon
      Let your inner slut child quiver in ecstacy

      Well done Rudy
      I loved this too