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story_codes: M/g(6), first, cons

story_intro: In the hours between returning home from school and when her mother gets home from work, Margot's day is painfully lonely. A cure for her isolation comes in the form of a friendly who listens to her and helps her with such questions as where it is alright for little girls to be touched and how babies are made.

story_language: English






The Lonely Girl

Written by madvlad


	After the van stopped in front of the apartment building, a small, solitary figure carefully stepped out. The driver of the van for an after-school program watched the girl climb the steps, the reddish brown ponytail swinging until she reached the front door and went inside. Once his charge was safely inside the building, the driver left to deliver the remainder of his charges.

	The elevator doors lid open, depositing Margot on her floor. The six year-old reached into the collar of her blouse, her fingers scrabbling over her porcelain skin until they found the lanyard. Pulling it out, she inserted the key on the end into the door and shuffled into the apartment. With a heavy sigh, she stood alone; always alone.

	She didn't blame her mother, who had to work long hours to support them both. But the silence of the empty place seemed to roar in her ears. At school and in the after-school activity center, she had plenty of friends. But their absence now made being alone all the worse. There was the television to make noise, but Margot needed human interaction and she felt terribly isolated; her warm, cozy home with her loving mother was like a prison cell, deep in isolation.

	Studying the still open door, Margot decided not to close it. Every time she did, it seemed to echo with a heavy thud of a dungeon door in a scary old castle. She dragged a chair from the kitchen and placed it inside the doorway. Sitting there, she hoped some of the neighbors would see her and stop to chat.

	As he stepped off the elevator, Brian Daugherty noticed the door to the apartment next door was open. Sitting in a chair was the little girl who lived there, Margot. She was a cute little thing and Brian had entertained a few fantasies about her but in real life, he only maintained a relationship of greetings and short conversations with her and her mother.

	Margot's legs dangled from the chair, stopping short of the floor by a few inches. The skirt she wore ended at the knee but as she sat, it hiked up to show a bit of her thigh. Her lower calves were encased in white socks and she wore shiny red shoes that buckled with a strap across the top. She was so little schoolgirl sweet-looking that she often gave Brian an instant hard-on. But sitting as she was with the door open was unusual and his concern about something wrong overrode his lust.

	"Hi Margo, are you okay?" he asked.

	"Uh huh," she answered.

	She fidgeted in the chair and Brian pondered what the issue might be.

	"So why are you sitting there like that?"

	"I'm not supposed to leave the apartment and nobody is supposed to come in when Mommy's not here. But I'm lonely. Could you stay here with me?"

	"You mean out here in the hall?'

	"Uh huh."

	Now Brian's lust was overriding his concern.

	"Why don't you come over to my apartment? It's right next door, so you're not that far away. And that way you have an adult looking after you."

	Margot blinked once and then her face lit up. She scooted from the chair and took Brian's hand, letting the man lead her to his place.

	Now that Brian had her alone, he wasn't sure how to proceed. The best thing was to take it slow. He knew how late Margot's mother worked, so he could have the girl over every day from Monday through Friday. He gave Margot an iced tea and sat on the sofa with her. Glad for the company, Margot chattered on about everything. As she shifted on the couch, her skirt rode up, displaying more of her pale thighs. The hem rose tantalizingly close to her crotch but Brian never got to see her panties.

	Eventually, he knew the girl's mother would be arriving soon and sent her on her way. At the door to her apartment, Margot stopped and looked at him.

	"Please don't tell my Mommy I was in your apartment 'cause I'm not supposed to be there."

	Brian winked at her.

	"Let's make a promise to never tell anyone that you come to my place and never tell about anything we do."

	Margot giggled, excited to have a secret with a grown-up. She nodded and gave him a hug.

	For two weeks, Brian had his little guest over five times a week. He did get lucky every now and then, catching a glimpse of the child's panties as she was unmindful of the show she was giving him. Apparently her taste (or her mother's) was in colored underwear.

	One day, an hour or so after Margot came over, she wrinkled her nose like she sometimes did when she was giving something some serious thought.

	"Mr. Daugherty?"

	"Yes?"

	"If you were a stranger, would you touch my kitty?"

	Brian was flabbergasted at the question, wondering where the hell that came from.

	"Why are you asking?"

	"In school, we learned about bad touches today. That's when a stranger touches you in your private place. That's where my kitty is. A stranger should not touch my panties at all."

	"I see," said Brian, seeing an opening present itself. "I can understand why that's a bad touch because a stranger might hurt you there. But since I'm not a stranger, I could touch you there and make you feel good."

	Margot gave him a curious look. This fact, evidently, had not been part of the first grade curriculum. If it had been, Brian would have volunteered to teach - hands-on training, so to speak.

	"How does it feel good?" she asked.

	"Since I'm not a stranger, I can show you. But remember, you can't tell anyone about it."

	"Oh no, I can't tell," Margot replied solemnly. "Because we have a secret 'cause I'm here."

	"Good girl. Now why don't you stand here in front of me? Then lift your dress so I can touch you."

	Margot got up and stood where he had indicated. With no fear, she raised her hem until her panties were completely showing. They were yellow with green polka dots.

	"Do you like my panties?" she asked.

	"Oh yeah," he managed to say.

	He reached out carefully, pressing against the front of Margot's underwear. The girl watched calmly, unaware of the momentous leap they were both making. As he began to caress her, he familiarized himself with the puffy contours of her little vulva and the cleft in the middle. As she stroked the child, he became bolder; pushing in on the slit and rubbing his finger up and down. 
Margot's breath caught and when he looked at her face, her eyes were slightly glassy.

	"Does that feel good?" he asked.

	Margot's mouth was agape as she nodded. She pushed her hips toward him, hoping he'd keep touching her there. Brian continued to fondle the little girl, listening as her breathing grew heavier. She was squirming a little and he wondered if she was starting to get wet inside. He couldn't feel anything through the fabric yet. He was tempted to ask but didn't want to spoil the mood.

	Then the electronic chime on his watch went off. He had set it so they wouldn't lose track of time and get Margot home before her mother did. They didn't speak of what they had done but the memory of it made Brian's fingertips tingle.

	The next day, Margot seemed rather shy. Something was on her mind and she finally worked up the nerve to speak.

	"Mr. Dougherty?"

	"Yes?"

	"Could you touch my kitty again? Please?"

	"Sure," he replied casually. "I guess I could do that."

	Margot immediately stood and presented herself to him. Today's panties were pale blue with pink butterflies. Brian immediately got to work on the first grader's snatch, manipulating it through the thin material.

	"Mr. Daugherty?"

	"Yes?"

	Brian grinned to himself - this was becoming the standard prelude to a very rewarding conversation.

	"My kitty did something yesterday when you touched it."

	"Really? I never heard it say 'meow'."

	That earned him a giggle.

	"No, it drooled like a doggy."

	Brian's pulse quickened. She had gotten wet.

	"Good," he said evenly. "Kitties do that when they feel very good."

	Margot was very pleased that her body had behaved correctly. Then Brian continued.

	"But we don't want your panties to get wet, do we? So let's take them off."

	Margot was by now very comfortable with her neighbor and was enthralled by her new experiences. She slid her panties off and lifted her skirt again to show him her nude, hairless pussy.

	Now Brian was more adventurous as he molested his compliant young friend. He gently kneaded her soft little mound and then pried her smooth lips open. Margot shivered as she learned what her clitoris was and became mesmerized when the entire first joint of his finger disappeared inside her outer cunny lips. Brian was feeling more of her goodies, making gushy noises with his finger tip as he played at the barrier of her hymen.

	With her juices flowing hard now, he wondered if it was possible to bring a six year-old off. He turned her around and pulled her onto his lap. Leaning back against his chest, Margot looked down and spread her legs as the man's finger stirred her gooey little twatlet. Responding to a lust she didn't understand, she humped her pelvis, grinding her hairless cunt mound against his twiddling finger.

	"Oh!" she peeped, stiffening as her body shuddered.

	"My kitty..." she said. "It...it..."

	"You came. That's something very special that happens. It's called cumming."

	"Thank you for making me cum."

	"You're welcome."

	They sat in mellow silence for a while with Brian gently brushing his fingers between Margot's splayed legs.

	"Mr. Dougherty?"

	Brian grinned. This had to be good.

	"Yes?"

	"If girl's kitties cum, what do boys' things do?"

	Yep, it was good.

	"They cum in a different way."

	"Can I see? Can I touch your thing and make you cum?"

	Oh, this was damned good. 

	But Brian didn't want to have to stop in mid-act. He glanced at his watch - just three minutes before the alarm.

	"I'll show you tomorrow."

	Margot's giggles tinkled in Brian's ears as his stiff penis emerged from his fly. The girl petted it and then carefully squeezed it. Brian unbuttoned his jeans to display everything he had.

	"It's so big," she cooed.

	"Thanks."

	Actually, it was a little on the small size, but all the better to fuck you with my dear.

	"Why is it so hard?"

	"Because it feels good, like when you get wet."

	"It looks funny on the end."

	"That's called the head."

	"There's not a face but, oh, I see the mouth. What are those things?"

	She was peering down into his open pants.

	"What are those things?"

	"Feel them and see if you can guess."

	Margot rummaged around inside and then giggled.

	"They feel like there's balls inside."

	"That's right. They're my balls."

	"So that's why boys like playing sports," Margot laughed. "Football, baseball, basketball, hockeyball."

	"Hockey's played with a puck, not a ball. At least ice hockey is."

	"What's a puck?"

	"It's a flat, round disc that slides on the ice when they hit it with their sticks."

	"That sounds silly. So why do you have balls instead of pucks? And why does hockeyball have pucks? And why do they do it on ice?"

	Brian pondered that question for a moment before answering.

	"Because if my jewels were flat and were getting hit by sticks, I'd want them on some ice, too."

	Margot didn't understand his humor and focused from sports to his erection.

	"I like this stick. Does it feel good when I touch it?"

	"And it will feel better if you touch it like this."

	Brian pressed her hands around his shaft and showed her how to stroke it. The first grader was entranced by the hard flesh in her hands and stared intently as she masturbated the man. 

	"It also feels good if you lick it, nice and slow."

	Margo extender her tongue and slid it along his meat. Brian's cock quivered in her hands and she was delighted to elicit this kind of response. She continued lapping at his prick while she wanked it and it was more than Brian could withstand.

	"WHA..?" she yipped as a jet of semen shot from his dick. 

	Several more followed and Margot watched in amazement.

	"Why did you do that?" she asked as she dabbed a finger at a dollop of the stuff that had landed on Brian's pant leg.

	"That's what guys do when they cum."

	"Boys are so silly," she laughed.

	"Yes we are. But big boys know how to make little girls cum."

	He picked Margot up and placed her on his lap with her back against him. She raised her legs and allowed him to remove her underwear. By the time the tiny white panties festooned with rainbows plopped on the floor, Brian was already working on her bald little snatch. While he fondled and fingered the child's sopping twat, she squirmed in his lap with his cock nestled between her buttocks. When she came, he ejaculated again, leaving some of the mess on her back.

	"Cumming is messy," she noted as the man wiped her quim dry with another part of the towel that already had the semen from her back.

	"Yes, I have a solution for that tomorrow," he said.

	"What?"

	"A way that will make sure we don't get our clothes messy."

	Brian's finger was drenched as Margot's cum juice dribbled on it. When she was done, he took the girl from his lap and set her on the floor, standing next to the crumpled red panties with a smiley face in just the right place.

	"Now, to keep from getting your clothes messy, take them off," he said.

	That made sense to Margot and she stripped down to her socks. Brian completed disrobed and she now had an unfettered view of his rig. Brian looked at her and chuckled.

	"You can take those off, too," he said, pointing to her socks.

	Margot's hands flew to her mouth and her eyes grew large.

	"You mean I'll be all naked?"

	"That's right," Brian answered, why bare feet gave Margot such a reaction. 

	Once the socks were off, her feet looked perfectly fine and her little toes perfectly cute.

	"If we're all naked," she said in a breathy voice. "We're going to make a baby."

	"You think so?" Brian replied, getting an image of a pregnant little Margot in his mind. Her belly was round and the tiny pink dots on her chest were puffy and dripping milk while she was fingering her hairless twat.

	"Uh huh," she said seriously. "Tessie Morgenstern at school saw her mommy and daddy naked last year and they were doing stuff in bed. She asked them what they were doing and they said they were making a baby. Then her mommy's tummy got really, really big and now she has a baby brother!"

	"Um, okay," Brian said slowly, not wanting to burst Margot's excitement. "But little girls can't have babies."

	Margot pieced together her scattered details and vague notions about human reproduction and gave Brian a huge smile. 

	"That's okay. You can make a baby in me now and I can have it when I'm a grown-up and be a mommy."

	"Uh..."Brian began, unsure if he should try to correct her. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan."

	He lifted Margot and laid her on the kitchen table with her butt near the edge. In future days, they could use his bed but he wanted to see everything and the table would give him the best vantage. Folding her legs up, he had her little quim nicely exposed. But she looked so juicy and he figured another climax would just relax her a little more. 

	"Remember how you licked me yesterday?" he asked.

	"Uh huh."

	Without another word, he put his mouth between her legs. Margot squeaked as her cunny mound was sucked and nibbled. His tongue acted like his fingers had before and he drank of her sweet essence until she was cumming on the table; her small legs kicking in the air above his head.

	Margot was still panting when he slid his glans between the bald, oozing twat lips of the child. As she started to raise her head to observe this new development, he plunged into her miniature cunt. The six year-old's fragile virgin membrane broke and she looked stunned as she felt his mass penetrating her tiny passage. Her eyes watered and she shook her head, weakly pushing at Brian's stomach. But Brian kept pushing into her nectary, childish cunny, making it stretch for him until he bottomed out with over half of his length inside.

	"See? The tough part is over. It will feel better now," he said in a soothing voice.

	Margot mumbled something and slid a hand down to her vulva, feeling her hairless lips pushed widely apart around the meat embedded in her virgin cuntlet. The man's cock was pulsing in her snug hole and she blinked as she adjusted to his presence there.

	"You're all big in me," she muttered.

	"And you're so little around me," Brian said in response, slowly extracting his cock until only the end remained inside her entrance.

	Margot's deflowered sex sucked at him while he withdrew. Then it gurgled hotly as he sank it back into her modest depths. All tenseness left her body as her baby snatch was thoroughly fucked. She mumbled incoherent things as Brian stroked inside the wet vice of her six year-old sex. Her orgasm-sensitized pussy pulsated, overwhelming her mind.

	As the copulation continued, Margot's legs began to fall forward. Suddenly, one of Brian's thrusts sent shockwaves through her. She dug her feet into his sides, gripping the man's body with her little legs as together they sought a new climax. 

	Margot came again, calling out formless words as her white-hot senses overloaded. Her mind cleared just in time to feel the first surge shoot from Brian's cock. He mashed his cock into her, determined to feed her little body everything he was pumping out. The child stared at him as he planted his seed into her immature womb.

	"Um..." she softly croaked, sliding her hands over her pubis and lower belly as the warmth from Brian's eruption permeated her.

	Brian stayed there, leaning on top of her for five minutes before he stood straight. As he moved, he tugged at her body as he penis remained jammed inside the first grader's overflowing pussy. He remained still, letting his member slowly deflate inside of her. Margot brushed some sweat-plastered strands of hair from her forehead and finally found her full voice.

	"Mr. Dougherty?"

	"Yes?"

	"When I'm a mommy, I want to have lots of babies. Could you make babies in me every day so I'm ready when I grow up?" she implored. "Please?"





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