Letters From a Pedo/May (9)

Dear James,

I'm glad you appreciate the need to keep letters like this off the internet. Your story about the brother and sister next door was fascinating. Maybe you should take up writing instead of accountancy...

Anyway, after Angela left, I was in need of a rest, so I avoided the pool for a couple of days. Then May and her mother moved into the van next door. May is a pretty girl, with dark hair and big brown eyes. She is rather overfond of sweets and cake, which has given her a bit of a tummy and a well-developed ass (as my American readers would say). Sadly, if she doesn't improve her diet, she will grow up to be a fat and spotty teenager. However, for the time being, the extra pounds (it doesn't seem right to say extra kilos or grams) are in the right places and when she wears tight shorts and a top, there is little left for imagination.

The mother is perhaps a sign of what's to come as she is gross. and has a mouth to match. The first time I saw her she was shouting at May: "Get yer fat arse in ere and stop fucking around." I tried my best to keep out of sight but she soon spotted me. She looked at me as if I was something that had crawled out of a swamp, and hustled her daughter away.

I was grilling some bacon for breakfast when there was a knock on my door. I assumed it was Fred, the site owner, wanting some job done, and was surprised to see the chubby figure of my new young neighbour. She apologised for her mother's behaviour the day before and explained that to her, all men were perverts and rapists. As she stood in my doorway, she was getting the full benefit of bacon smells and was practically dribbling, so naturally, I offered her a share. I slapped the three rashers I had cooked for myself between two slices of fresh this morning bread and let her tuck in while I grilled some more.

I got the usual questions about why a single man was living on a family site and she told me that her mother had just broken up with a boyfriend. I didn't find out why until later. She was wearing the same shorts as when she arrived and when she sat on a seat hugging her knees, I could clearly see her camel toe and had to shift myself as my cock swelled. We talked about this and that - she comes from some grimy little town "oop Norf" and her ambition is to be a teacher " so she could boss all the kids around." After watching her bum, squeezed into those tight shorts, on her way out, I let my imagination run free as I pulled my cock out for a much-needed wank.

I was mowing later. That may sound like work, but it's mostly just driving around the site on a little tractor towing a two-gang mower when I saw her watching me. It was a sunny afternoon and all I was wearing was shorts and boots. I'm looking pretty good these days, with all the outdoor activity and when I take my shorts off it looks like I am wearing white boxers. I have skipped wearing underwear in this heat in the hope of getting a draught up the leg.

Anyway, there I was, cruising in ever-widening circles on the play area when I saw May staring at me. She slipped away as soon as she realised I had seen her, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was at least curious. After I washed the mower down and put it away, I headed back to my van for a shower, a rest and a cold beer. I left my boots on the porch, dropped the shorts into the laundry basket, and went straight into the shower. It's a good job I am not fat as these showers are tiny, but there's a decent flow of water and it felt good. As I soaped my cock and balls, an image of that plump young girl came into my head with the inevitable result.

As Mrs Palm and her five friends slid the loose skin back and forth I remembered the time Angela and I had attempted to share a shower and I had ended up wet and baked, sprawled out on the floor. My hand came nowhere near the sensation that I recalled from her twelve-year-old cunt, but imagination is a wonderful thing, and it wasn't long before I was spattering spunk against the shower wall. Just as I was finishing up, I caught a glimpse of something moving through the frosted glass. Without thinking, I turned and slid the door back to see May standing there, open-mouthed.

We both stood there for what seemed like ages. Me, totally naked, and May, dressed as usual in short shorts and a tight top. "Sorry," she says, but her eyes are glued to my shrinking cock. "Fuck it," I thought. "What did she expect?"

Eventually, she goes back into the seating area and I follow with a towel wrapped around me. We both sit, facing each other. She tells me that her (man-hating?) mother has picked up some guy in the bar at lunchtime and told her to get lost for the afternoon. She didn't realise I was in the shower, she says...?

I get us both a drink of juice and we chat for a while. I am pretty sure she is aroused because her nipples are standing up and the way she is rubbing her thighs together. Then she comes right out with it. "Do you think I'm pretty," she asks. Naturally, I tell her she is and have to shift my position to avoid showing a bulge in the towel covering me. She tells me that her mum's opinions about men never seem to stop her from picking them up but she never talks about it except to tell her to stay away from them. She knows about sex from sex-ed at school and has seen some porn and the boys at school always want to try it on.

I warn her about "boys at school" who will get what they want and then make out that you are a slag. "Better to stick with someone more mature," I say... LOL. By this time, my efforts to cover up the bulge are obviously failing and May's interest is clear. In the end, I ask if she wants to see it and she gulps and nods. Her eyes grow wide when I whip the towel off and reveal my pride and joy, and it's not long before she's sitting next to me with her hand wrapped around my shaft. When she moves on her own initiative to suck it, I stop her because it's not fair that she is dressed and I am naked.

She's pretty shy, to begin with, but with plenty of compliments and a lot of encouragement, she relaxes and I can enjoy her plump young body. It's a good job I just had a wank, because I would probably have cum there and then. As it was, I soon had her on her back while I paid close attention to her pussy. At ten years old, there is no sign of any pubic hair and sucking and licking is a real delight. for her too, judging by the way she moans and squirms.

An exploratory finger soon established that there was no hymen in the way and it wasn't long before I was exploring the depths of her plump young cunt with a different member. It was tight, but not painfully so, and thanks to my earlier work, there were plenty of juices to grease the way in. I have often imagined what it would be like to fuck a little girl and May lived up fully to my expectations. Of course, she pretty much just laid back and let me fuck her, but the sight of my stiff cock plunging in and out of her young body, and the almost continuous orgasms she was experiencing more than made up for her lack of experience. She fell asleep afterwards with spunk dribbling out of her deflowered cunt, and I had to wake her up to take her into the shower to get her cleaned up enough to send her home.

The next day was gas day. That meant driving the tractor with a trailer loaded with propane gas bottles and checking every caravan. With getting so close to the vans, it's hard to avoid looking through the windows, and even at nine o'clock in the morning, it can be surprising. On one occasion I saw a boy who couldn't have been much more than five, totally naked, On top of his toddler sister, also naked. He was making a passable imitation of fucking her. When he rolled over and exposed his stiff little cock. I wasn't so sure it had been imitation.

Anyway, May only had one more day and I did my best to educate her on the art of fucking, but I could have done with another couple of weeks really. I helped them load luggage into their taxi and a sneaky squeeze of her plump bottom was all I could manage by way of a farewell.