One afternoon I was out on the patio having a beer and getting some sun when I saw something, that elevated my senses to near overload. Across the back alley, I saw a girl and an older man also sunning themselves but on the deck of their backyard pool. Most of the perimeter of their yard was overgrown with hedges and small spruce trees. From my patio, I could see through a small break in the shrubbery and got a pretty good view of the area about which the guy and girl were sitting.

He appeared to be in his mid 30's and the girl probably about 12 or 13, maybe as old as 14. I watched them for a few minutes with really nothing exciting to report. I went inside to get another beer and when I returned, the girl had removed her swimwear and the guy was slowly playing with her tits. I sat the beer aside and quickly scurried back into the house for my binoculars.

When I returned I directed the glasses toward them. His hand had moved from her breast to her pussy. From the way his hand was twisted, it was obvious that he had some fingers inside and sawing in and out of her precious cunt. I sat, glued to my binoculars, for a few minutes while he continued to minister to her young body. Finally, her legs opened slightly and he shifted his hands. I continued to spy on them and was soon rewarded by what, for every indication, appeared to be a gut-wrenching climax on her part.

This got my blood flowing fast and hot. Because my patio was not nearly as private as the one I was watching, I made my way to my bedroom on the second floor and had a good cum of my own. It was too bad that, from my room, I couldn't see what I could from the patio.

I resolved to spend more time in observation of the neighborhood and their house in particular. One way I thought would be to begin walking in the late afternoon. I would plan my route so that I passed by both the front and the rear of their house.

It took nearly a week until I got some degree of repayment. I was just finishing up my walk and was headed down their street when I saw the two of t hem walking to a car parked in their driveway. Fortunately, I was nearly at their driveway when they exited their house and walked toward the car in the driveway. "How are you folks today?" I asked.

"Very fine," he answered, "and you?"

"I'm great. It's so nice to get out in this nice weather and walk. The sun is warm and with the locust trees in bloom, the air is so sweet," I said.

"Is that what those flowers are," the girl asked.

"Yelp, those are honey locust trees. They smell great this time of the year, but later they have some big seed pods that need picked up," I told her.

"The trees have some nasty thorns too," the man added.

"Yes they do, and it's not a good idea to walk around bare-footed with them, that's for sure."

"Do you live around here?" he asked me.

"Yes, I'm Mark Hanner. I live directly behind you and across the alley. I just moved in early this spring," I added.

"Hank Eversoll, nice to meet you," he said as he offered his hand.

"This is my daughter, Simone," he continued.

"Simone, that's a pretty name, I'm a school teacher," I continued. "Where to you go to school?" I asked her."

"Vincent Boroughs, I'm going to be in the 6th grade. My name is Simone, but most of my friends call me Simmy," she informed me.

"That makes you what, about 13?"

"No, I'm still 12, I won't be 13 for 3 more months, September 22nd."

"Well then, I have to try to remember to send you a birthday card," I quipped.

"Come on Simone, we've got to get going or your going to be late for your soccer practice," her dad said to her.

"Ok dad. Got to go Mr. Hanner, I missed last time and I don't want to be late today," she told me.

I watched them drive off, but retained the vision of her young body in my mind as I slowly imagined what it would look like at my house with my, instead of her father's, hand on her little titties and worming up inside her love tunnel. I walked the rest of the way home a very happy man as we seemed to hit it off well for the first time.

Over the next couple of weeks, I crossed paths with Simone and her dad 4 more times. One day I saw him leave in his car by himself. When I turned at the end of the block and headed down the alley to the back of my yard, I noticed that she was out sunning on their pool deck, but with wearing a suit.

"Simone," I called, "are you there. I can hear your music, but I can't see you." I knew this was a lie, I had her often on their deck, with and without her father caressing her with his hands, exciting her with his fingers, and probing her inner being.

"Mr. Hanner, is that you?" she called out.

"Yes, I just wondered if you and your dad would like to join me for some hot dogs on the grill in a few minutes."

"I don't know, sir. My dad went to town and I don't expect him back until after 4 this after noon."

I glanced at my watch and saw, 10:43. That meant she would be alone for over 5 hours, more then enough time to drink in some of her beauty. "Well then, would you like to come over and join me?"

"I'm supposed to stay here at my house," she told me.

"Oh, I sorry you're stuck there," I commented.

"Mr. Hanner, "We have a grill over here, would you like to bring the hot dogs over here and we can fix them on our grill. As a matter of fact, bring your swim suit with you and you can take a swim while you're here," she continued.

"Do I have to walk around to the front?" I asked her.

"No, just a minute, there's a gate I can open behind some of the bushes."

A minute later, she called out, "Over here," as the gate began to move. Seconds later, she appeared in a white bikini and flip-flops on her feet. She was nice looking in her soccer outfit, but she was drop-dead gorgeous as she stood now.

"Hi Simone, how are you today?"

"Bored," she responded.

"And why are you bored?"

"Because dad's office called yesterday and told him that they needed him to come in for some hours today. Today, it's 5 hours, some days it will be as many as 6 or 7 hours. I hate it when he goes in and leaves me along by myself," she complained.

"Well, maybe we need to see what we can do to occupy both our days a bit more," I said to her.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, we'll have to give that some thought," I suggested without being outright pushy. I didn't want to sound so blatant that I tipped my hand just yet.

I stepped through the gate and watched as she relocked it. She led me around the corner of to the steps that led up to the pool deck. Once up top, I put my towel down on a patio table and held up the hot dogs and buns. I watched as she took the dogs and walked to the grill. She must have already turned it on, because she opened it and the dogs started to sizzle as soon as they hit the grill. 10 minutes later we were eating.

She went inside and after a minute or so came back out with some condiments and two sodas. We sat down opposite each other and ate. As we ate, we discussed a bit about school and things in general. As she stood to gather the condiments to carry back inside, she mused, "I wish dad would find somebody to take mom's place. I get so lonesome here sometimes.

I stood and followed her into the kitchen, holding the door for her. Inside, she put things away and sat down at their kitchen table.

"Where's your mom," I asked her?"

"She died in a accident. The refinery where she was an engineer had an explosion and fire. She was burned very bad and died about a week later. I was 8 at the time. We moved away to here to get away from the bad memories.

I moved from where I was standing and stood at her side. I lightly draped my arm around her shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear of your misfortune. It sounds like you've had more then your share of grief in your young life," I said to her. "What does your dad do?"

"He runs a office that does payroll for companies. Sometimes he works from home, but, more often, he goes in for a few hours a day. That leaves me here at home. That's when I really get bored 'cause can and I are really close."

I was now really torn. Do I just pass today, or do I tell her I know what they are doing and see if I can get in on the action too? At first, I decided to pass for now, but then she said something that caused me to rethink my plan.

"Mr. Hanner, do you have any kids?"

"No, I was married once, but only for a short time. My wife didn't like Living in this area, and she wanted to move to Arizona where her mother lives. Since I didn't really like her mother, I refused to move, soon after she left me.

"That's too bad," she told me, "it's so much fun for a girl to bond to her dad. I love him so much."

"Did you bond to him before or after your mother passed away?"

"Mostly after," she told me.

I was now feeling that it was time after all to test her, so I asked, "Do you really think a stepmother would work in your family after you and your dad have gotten so close? Could you let her in with your father so close to you, now?" Finally, I came out right out and asked, "What do you mean by bonding, Simone?"

"Suddenly, she found herself in a spot where she might say something that she shouldn't and turned shades of crimson. "Well, you know, do things together and be close."

It was time to drop the bomb, "You mean like take your clothes off on your deck and let your daddy play with your breasts and puts his fingers up inside you?"

She looked at me with alarm. Her mouth dropped open and while she was mouthing words but nothing was coming out. I still had my arm around her shoulder, and allowed it to slip slightly down her front until the heel of my hand was nested just above her right breast. I twisted my wrist slightly so that my index finger was over her young nipple and very lightly began stroking it.

"Feels good doesn't it?"

She looked up at me but didn't verbally respond. Instead of showing alarm on her face, she seemed to be enjoying my brushing her pubescent nipplet. I pressed slightly more firmly, and asked, "Feel better now?"

Again, without saying anything, she very slightly nodded her head in the affirmative.

"Simone, if you let me enjoy you, I promise that I won't tell anyone about you and your dad."

She thought for a few seconds, then asked, "Are you sure? If anyone found out, they would take daddy away from me and I'd never see him again."

"Yes, sweetheart, if you let me play with you too, I promise not to tell anyone, ever."

"What all do you and your dad do?" I asked her.

Very quietly, she responded, "About everything?"

"Do you mean you've given yourself to him?"

"Yes."

"Do you sleep together too," I pressed.

"Uh huh."

"Have you started your periods yet?"

"I just did, two months ago," she told me.

"What does your dad do so you don't get pregnant?"

"He took me to a family planning center out of town and they put me on the pill. He said that we don't have to worry as long as I take the pills like I'm supposed to. He makes me take it at night with him watching."

"You know," I said, "maybe we could work out something so that when he's gone you come over to my house or I come over here. That way you shouldn't get as bored."

"I gave her a bit to think about my offer then said to her, "would you let me play with you a little while now?"

"Doing what?" she asked.

"I don't know, maybe let me eat you a little bit. Does your dad to that for you?"

"We do that a lot. I like his tongue inside me. He likes his thing in my mouth too, but I don't like it so much."

"If you let me lick you, I promise I won't ask you to eat me."

"I guess that would be okay," she told me. Do you want to go up to my bedroom and play?"

"Is that a good place?"

"Uh huh."

"Is that where you and your dad play too?"

"No, we sleep together so we mostly do it in his bed, but I really don't want to do it with you there."

"Okay, your bedroom is fine with me."

She stood up and started out of the kitchen. "This way," she said to me.

I followed her up stairs to a very feminine bedroom furnished with frills, dolls, and pink. She removed the dolls and stuffed animals from the bed and turned back the spread. "Do you want me to take my suit off now?" she asked.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her.

"I'd sort of like you to take my suit off really slow and kiss me all over my body as you do," she said.

I took a seat on a chair next to the bed, pulled her in front, and began kissing her. I directed my attention first to her breasts, her neck, ears, and her ruby lips. Her little chest adornments were small and pointy, probably just having begun their growth spurt recently. When I finally slipped a hand under one, it was soft and her nipple standing tall under her cup. When I saw her face beginning to flush slightly I pulled her closer to me and reached around to release the back strap of her top. I left it fall from her shoulders and was gifted with a pair of beautiful girl tits. Most of the women I'd seen until now were older and their areolas were various shades - slightly darker then the major portion of their breasts. Simone's were tinted lighter then the remainder of her chest. It intrigued me and I spent considerable time dwelling on them.

As I continued a hand gently massaging one of them, I slipped my other hand under the front of her bottom. I expected it to be free of kinky hairs, but the silky softness at the top of her pussy lips was so sensual that I almost lost it right there. I had to hold my hand still and think about washing dishes and carrying out the garbage to calm down.

Finally, I slipped both hands down and cupped her freshly rounding butt cheeks. As I did, I eased her bikini bottoms down to her knees where they slipped the remainder of the way to the ground. She caught the little white modesty cover with the toes of one foot and flicked it halfway-across the bedroom.

I stood and hugged her tight, making sure that my still covered cock was pressing against her tummy. Slowly, I turned, still holding her snuggly. When I had her back to her bed, I bent forward and gently lowered her to her to it. I resumed kissing her breasts, neck and face. As I did, she reached up and cradled my head, pulling it to her breasts where. I lightly kissed both luscious little boobs and took the time to lick the points like one would lick an ice cream cone. She held my face there, even as I began kissing and sucking them more firmly. When she finally began pushing my head toward her waist, both of her nipples were distended and a beautiful shade of red.

I yielded to her slight guidance and moved to her still hairless mound. It was soft and clearly that of a budding young woman. As I delved deeper between her legs, I caught scent of her mild little girl scent. It was nothing like I had experienced previously. It was soft and flowery, a mix of sensual arousal and little girl soap.

She continued to guide me deeper between her legs. I licked the upper region of her lips as I gently spay them apart to reveal her warm and moist clitoral hood. Pulling it upward slightly, I found the tiny rounded button hiding under her folds. Straining slightly with my tongue, I flicked at the miniature bundle of pleasure.

She reacted quickly when the roughness of my tongue pried inward, circling and delving at her tiny clitoris. Her hands grasped my head firmly and pulled to tight to her. Her legs shot around my head and gripped me tighter then I ever expected a young girl to do. There was no denying what was happening, she was having her first cum with someone other then her father.

When she relaxed, I allowed her to recover for a bit then asked her, "Did that feel good?"

"Oh God, Mr. Hanner, that was so great. I don't remember a climax that hard for along time."

"I take it then, that you liked it."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, that was the best."

"Do you want me to move down now and do your pussy?"

She adamantly shook her head, and answered, "Please, now."

I could tell she was serious about my continuing. She bent her legs and pulled her knees up tightly against her stomach. This provided ready access to her vagina. My first look revealed her opening gaping open and a small trickle of girl fluid flowing out. When I touched it with my fingers, I was treated to a sticky, slippery, thick goo intended by her body to lubricate for a man's invasion. It was also transmitting another telling story, the bouquet was intoxicating to me and causing my senses to become warped. I had intended only to eat her today, but it was becoming more difficult to ignore the urge to slide inside her and give her a load of my cum. "Simone, would you like me to cum in you like your dad does?"

"Mr. Hanner, could you just eat me really good today. Maybe the next time I'll let you come in me."

"Are you going to tell your dad what we did?"

"Oh no, he would really get mad. A long time ago he made me promise not to let anybody else play with me. I'll let you though, because I like you and you can do it so good."

About 2 hours after we walked up to her room, I asked her, " do you want to keep on, or do you want to quit for today?"

"I'm worn out," she told me. "Before daddy gets home, I'm going to have to take a shower. Daddy says that he can tell when I don't shower after I had sex because my cum smells really strong."

I asked. "Have you ever taken one with your dad?"

"Yeah, we do almost every day," she said.

"Would you let me take a shower with you?"

"If you want to," she said.

The two of us spent probably 20 minutes in the shower. She whacked me off once and I used my fingers to bring her to a climax one more time.

"I don't think I've ever climaxed so many times in one day as I have today," she informed me.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh yes," she said, pressing her sprouting tits against my coarse chest hair. "In all the times that daddy and I have done sex, I've never been as tired as I am now. Daddy will probably think I'm sick or something, but I may go to bed early tonight, I'm so tired."

"Well then," I asked her, "do you want me to come back again sometime?"

"Often," came her response, "very often."

We climbed out of the tub; I dried her off first and again played with her and sucked some more on her titties. She dried me off and we walked back to her bedroom. I dressed while she lay back on the bed. After I had my clothes on, I helped her back into her bikini, though not without several more touches.

"Simone," I said to her, "if y you ever decide to marry an older man, don't forget, I'm available." She grinned and gave me a kiss. We spent a couple more minutes hugging and kissing, more like you would expect from two teenagers. I finally said to her, "I better go before your dad gets home." I was pretty confident that she would be careful, but to be certain, I said to her, "Sweetie, please don't say anything to your dad about today. Maybe some day we can find a way to ease him into our fun and include him too. For now though, please, let's keep it between ourselves?"

She led me to the kitchen and stopped just before the patio door. Spreading her legs noticeably, she put her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "Touch me down there one more time," she insisted.

I put my fingers between her legs, slipped a finger under the fabric of her bikini crotch, and lightly split her lips. "You're beautiful," I said to as I grasped her clit lightly and gave her one more kiss.

"Do you have a cell phone?"

She quickly rattled off her number.

When I get home I'll call you so you will have mine," I said.

We walked hand-in-hand out onto the deck and then down to the gate. After she unlocked it, I left and went home. When I phoned her, she answered on the first ring.

"You're a sweetheart," I told her. "See you soon."