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Sex with an underage girl? Would you do it?

I read the e-mail as if petrified. The shock had swept my head empty. I was not capable of any clear thought. No, this could not be! That was impossible!

"Hello dear Alvo, I am a passionate reader of erotic stories. Just now I stumbled across your story and I think it's great! Actually, I'm more into neighbor-girl stories but this one, how uncle and niece find each other, really got me excited. Are you writing another sequel? Maybe one where she seduces her neighbor too?

Love, Anke"

I read the email for the second time now and my smile widened. As an author of erotic stories you don't often get feedback by private message and even more rarely from women. Actually it was the first one. Without further ado, I wrote back:

"Hello Anke, thank you for your praise! I'm glad you liked the story! To let the neighbor also play along would have already a certain charm. At the moment I just don't know how to do that without making the story unbelievable. What would be your idea?

Best regards, Alvo."

After that, I turned back to my work. Unfortunately, I wasn't paid for writing stories, so I had to do a serious job, like most people. Shortly before closing time, I took another look at my private e-mail account. Anke had actually answered.

"Hi Alvo, do you think we can write the sequel together? Cool :-D I already have some ideas" A few suggestions followed, how to bend the story, but none of them was really convincing. After a few emails back and forth, Anke saw that too. "We could write a completely new story. What do you think?" I suggested instead. "Seriously? That would be nice :-D" was the answer. "Yes, seriously. I'm looking forward to it :-) " I wrote back and said goodbye for today.

In the next days a lively exchange of letters developed with many good ideas. But still without coherent content. Even if no story came out of it yet, it was just fun to write with Anke. "What is it about the neighbor-girl idea that appeals to you so much? It's rather unusual for a woman, isn't it?" I asked one day on a whim. The answer surprised me: "If you knew :-D There are many girls who have already imagined it. have. Me too *gg*"

"Seriously? With your neighbor?" I wasn't sure if she was pulling my leg. "Yes, I am," was the reply, "I think it's nice, just as a fantasy." Slowly it was getting exciting. I wasn't getting a hard-on yet, but the direction was right. "Only as a fantasy?" I asked. "Yes. In real life I wouldn't dare, I think. Sometimes I get a kick out of flirting with him, though. Always liked to do that. At first it was to test my effect on men. With others I didn't dare, but with my neighbor it's safe ;-)"

Bravely I asked the question she must have been waiting for, "And now?" "Now I think it's nice when he reacts :-D )"

Poor neighbor. I knew exactly how he felt. "Your neighbor must be wishing he could disappear somewhere quickly too ;-) "You think?" I nodded affirmatively, although she couldn't see that, "Am even 100% sure" Short pause. "Why are you so sure?" she then asked. Panting, I leaned back. Leaning a little too far out the window I thought. OK, she was being open with me, so it was time for my confession too. "Because that sounds kind of familiar. Maybe I should also ask my little neighbor what she thinks about when she flirts with me ;-) "

"Uiiiii bad alvo! *lol*" was the answer. "Flirting with the neighbors and then leaving them with 'a boner in their pants isn't nice either though" I wrote grinning, "Bad little girl ;-) "Then you might as well ask me, if we're both so bad, Alvo *gg*" So I asked her. The answers were kinky, dirty and horny. Her dirty fantasies were not inferior to mine. In the end, I had the satisfying feeling of having come together with my little neighbor.

From that moment she called me "Alvo" and I called her "my little neighbor" or "Anke". It was a very special role-play, full of strange familiarity and closeness, even though I knew practically nothing about her and was probably hundreds of miles away from her. For weeks we wrote to each other almost daily. Except on weekends, after all, my family was not allowed to overhear anything. In the meantime I knew that she was eleven years old and therefore about the same age as my little neighbor. She also had black hair and green eyes. I couldn't get much more out of her, which is why she had to make do with "mid-40s" from my side. OK, that was a bit of a fib, in truth 50 was already within reach. She also answered the question of where she was from only very vaguely. At least I now knew that we were from Berlin. But Berlin is big.

The desire to meet my "little girl" in person grew, and at the same time the fear of breaking something. I knew from her emails that she felt the same way. But when she suggested one day that we actually meet, my heart leapt. "Are you serious?" I asked, full of joy, "And when?" "Tomorrow, maybe?" she wrote back. Whew! Tomorrow already? "I'll have to see how I manage that first" I said, "tomorrow is a bit short notice" "Yes. But otherwise I can think too long and panic again!?" Obviously she was serious. I guess I have no other choice then, I thought. "Okay :-D And where?" My heart pounded in time with the keyboard strokes. Hopefully she wasn't too far away. I'd be able to sneak away for two or three hours. But I had no idea how to justify a whole day off without my wife noticing.

I was lucky: "Do you know your way around Berlin?" Sure I knew my way around. I had lived there for many years and now lived not 30 km from it. A meeting place was quickly found. Shortly before 11:00 a.m., just on time. The whole trip was marked by the alternation between euphoria and fear that my blind date could turn out to be a chubby, fat girl who had not the slightest resemblance to the "little girl" of my fantasies. I had opted for a P&R parking lot, since none would be available in the city center anyway, and now rushed, taking two steps at a time, up the stairs from the subway - and stopped as if rooted to the spot.

For the man behind me the stop was probably too surprising, he bumped into me and pushed past me, cursing. But I hardly registered that. As agreed, she stood at the small green area and waited for me. She had turned her back on me and was looking in the direction of the second subway entrance. Her long black hair was blowing in the light wind, her slim figure was covered up to her hips by a thick jacket. The tight jeans showed off her buttocks perfectly. I didn't need to see her from the front. Transfixed, I stood there staring across the square. I was incapable of any clear thought. No, this could not be! That was impossible!

She hadn't seen me yet. I could still simply turn back, I could still secretly disappear. She would never know who had stood her up. Nor...At that moment she turned around. Her face mirrored the course of my own sensations: Surprise - confusion - realization - shock! Horrified, she put her hand in front of her mouth, then she turned around and ran away. I wanted to call something after her. Run after her, but my mouth was as paralyzed as my legs. For what felt like an eternity, I couldn't move a millimeter. Then I started walking slowly and wandered aimlessly through the streets. I must have wandered around for at least an hour.

"A kingdom for your thoughts" I said after Anke looked at me questioningly for a while. Anke giggled, shook her head and turned away. "Must be some bad thoughts if you're about to blush" I laughed nervously. "No, nothing" she giggled again, trying to hide her red face behind her hair. "Come on" I encouraged her laughing, "it can't be worse than the emails". "But it's different now" came softly from under the mop of hair. That gave me a slight twinge. "I know" I sighed. Would I ever be able to be so unselfconscious with my neighbor again? Carefully, I pushed the hair aside with my finger, "Come on, open the curtain again. I won't ask again."

Anke looked me in the eye with a look like a shy deer, "Promise?" "Promise" I nodded seriously and added with a smile, "I'll make up my own mind." "Alvo" she called, trying to kick me under the table, "can't you be serious?" Zack, the curtain was closed again. "Difficult when you're talking to a tuft of hair" I smirked. She tossed her hair back and gave me a pouty look. Lovingly, I smiled back. At that moment, for that moment, she was my little girl again. Anke tried hard to keep up her pout, but she didn't quite succeed. A telltale smile stole first into her eyes, then into the corners of her mouth. "You're silly, Alvo," she smirked. "Not like you anymore!" I returned with a laugh. The ice was broken. We bantered and joked, teasing each other as if nothing had ever happened.

Slowly, it was time to leave. "And now?" asked Anke after I had paid. I shrugged and helped her into her jacket. "As usual" I said, "we flirt." Again Anke giggled, " Can't, I think". "Because now I know what you're thinking about" I asked with a wink. Anke shrugged her shoulders meaninglessly and looked past me to the floor. "Or are you afraid I might take it as a prompt?" I asked seriously. Another shrug. There was nothing in her face. Silently, we walked together to the subway. In front of the escalator she stopped. "Still, it was nice" she said softly. "Yes, it was" I confirmed just as quietly. After a short pause I added: "Thank you". Wordlessly she hugged me briefly but intimately, then we went down to the platform.

The next morning I sat at my PC and hesitated to open my mailbox. There would be no new mail from her waiting for me, that was clear to me. Nevertheless, an unreasonable hope stirred, accompanied by an indefinite fear of what might await me in this mail. After several attempts, I finally logged in, only to feel the sting of disappointment. Of course, she hadn't written. Nothing came the rest of the day either, nor the next day. No more mails would come either. Never again.

"Alvo and Anke" no longer existed. The play was over, the stage empty, the actors gone.
Anke and I behaved as if nothing had ever happened. Almost, anyway. Our little flirtations broke off before they could be called flirtations. It was as if Anke avoided any danger. I just wasn't sure sometimes which of us she thought was more dangerous: Me or herself? Once again I looked at our mail history. Many a time I had been tempted to read our mails again. But the thought that they were actually the fantasies of my little neighbor deterred me every time. Today I clicked into it. The first mail. Wistfully I read the first lines. How easily and unselfconsciously everything had begun! Then the abrupt end pushed itself painfully into my memory and I closed the mail.

In my mind I went through the mail, smiling and thinking about the fantasies we shared. Back then, when we didn't know with whom. The next day I read the first words of those fantasies, still written somewhat reservedly. "Can I touch him?" "You can't, Anke.... You're still a little girl" "I know, Alvo. That's what makes it so exciting... He feels so hard. So big... Do you want to touch me?" "You are beautiful!" "Yes, Alvo, hold me tight! Will you touch me between my legs? I think that's so beautiful!" "You're so hot and wet. Can you feel my fingers? How they slowly penetrate you?" "Oh Alvo! Keep going! It feels so good. Do you like pleasuring your little girl like this?" "Oh yes, way too good! I would love to do even more wonderful things with you!" "Go ahead then, Alvo!" "I can't, I'm too old and you're too young. We already do much more than we're allowed to!" Please, give it to me! I want to feel him inside me!" "Is that what you really want? With an old man, your neighbor? "Yes, Alvo. Please give it to me! Show me how much you love me!" Excited, I read on, line after line. And thus nourished a tender little plant that slowly grew and could no longer be eradicated: The what-if.

In the meantime, it had almost become summer. My "adventure" with Anke had slipped into the back corner of my memories and my thoughts were again occupied with everyday things. I saw Anke less often. But when we saw each other, she smiled. Even small flirtations took place again. But only when her parents were not around. Nothing more, and that was a good thing. Still: I missed our little emails, the comparatively innocent sounding out of boundaries. Every brief flirtation reminded me of that. Then dreamed of the carefree times when we could still enjoy our play thoughtlessly and without regret.

Sometimes, when I lay awake in bed at night, I thought the forbidden. Then I imagined what could have been. What could have happened if she had gone the sometimes small step further in pushing the limits. If she had taken our surprising blind date as a chance, as a sign of fate. Or if I had overheard, as she had described it in her emails, that she had satisfied herself with thoughts of me and simply come to her garden. I knew that I was not allowed to think those thoughts. That it was wrong. And exciting.

It was a balmy evening, heralding summer. My wife had gone to her mother's in Munich. I was dressed only in boxer shorts and a T-shirt, everything else was too warm for me today. Nothing was on TV, I was lying on a lounger in the garden in front of our house. Suddenly I heard a voice. It was Anke. "Alvo, may I join you in the garden?" I was surprised. "I'd love to, but where are your parents?" "At a party at their company, they won't be back until midnight." Anke was wearing an airy shirt of pink satin. The short panties were just long enough not to allow any glimpses, which showed off her long, slender legs to excellent advantage. The shiny. flowing fabric of the top clung to her small breasts, two small bulges gave a hint of her nipples. Sexy! Extremely sexy, even. Don't stare at her like that, idiot! I chided myself.

Wordlessly, Anke lay down on the couch and snuggled up to me. As if by chance, her small breasts pressed against my upper arm. Through the thin fabric I could feel the hard nipple as if she were naked. She slid one leg over mine. As if by chance, she lightly touched the tip of my cock, which was already growing in volume. As if by chance, my hand inevitably touched her thigh, the little finger just a few millimeters from the forbidden area. Coincidences, like uncounted times in the past. Coincidences of which I had long suspected and since our role-playing game knew that they were not. Her fingertips gently stroked my chest. I smelled the scent of her skin and felt her breath brush over the hollow below my larynx.

It was like a trip into the past. How many times had we written about it. Now it was reality. The only thing that disturbed was the knowledge of the danger that had not existed before. Today we both knew how thin and fragile the border was in truth, which we had thought was an unbreakable bulwark. I shooed the thought aside. It was a moment of happiness that I didn't know how long it would last or if it would ever be repeated. I wanted to savor it until the last second.

Gently I kissed her neck, just below her ear. With a satisfied smile, I saw her hairs stand up and felt her nipples tighten a little more. My fingers lightly stroked the soft skin of her thigh while hers slowly moved down over my belly. My cock formed a noticeable bulge in my shorts. Suddenly, she stopped. I could feel her tense up. It was getting dangerous, too close to the edge. Even though we had gone a little further some times in the past. My heart was beating faster. I didn't want the moment to end. Not so abruptly, not with a bad feeling.

"Why did you blush then, at the café?" I asked softly, to take the tension away. I felt her face getting hot. "You promised not to ask anymore" Anke mumbled. "And you said we wouldn't flirt anymore!" I countered with a smirk, "So?" Anke pulled her head down a bit, much like she was trying to hide under my armpit. "I was wondering if it was true" she whispered. Questioningly I looked at her, "If what was true?" "What you wrote" she murmured so softly that I could hardly understand it. Her head went down a bit more, "That you get a hard-on when we flirt."

I was gobsmacked. She had asked herself that? Even after she knew who had written that to her? I was really embarrassed by my hard-on now. But I also had no idea how to hide it. "Haven't you ever noticed?" I asked, hoping not to blush myself. Barely noticeable, she shook her head, "I wasn't sure." After a short pause, she abruptly straightened up and said, " But now I know." She gave me a kiss on the cheek, jumped up and ran back to her property laughing. "Little bitch" I growled after her. "Good night, Alvo," she called in reply.

Sleep was out of the question. Tired, I tossed and turned and tried to chase away the thoughts. It didn't help. I couldn't get tonight out of my mind. The feeling of her skin, the tender touches, the erotic crackling. How much I had missed that. And how much it stirred me up now. I wondered if she was touching herself now. No, I couldn't think about that! Too late. My cock was getting hard to bursting. I needed distraction, some relaxation. Anke had felt so good. Forbidden good. Her small chest with its stiff nipples, the soft, barely audible twitch of her thighs as I stroked her, her breath on my skin. As if of my own accord, I took my cock in my hand and began to jerk off.

When I was done, I still didn't really feel relaxed. More like... guilty. Yes, I had done it to myself many times before, but never thought about a little girl while doing it. Restlessly, I turned on my side. Why had she come to me today? Why, after she had kept her distance for so long? Did she just want to relive it? Find out if she could still do it? Or was it her way of getting closure with "Alvo and Anke"? The attempt to let everything go back to the way it was before? Did she perhaps find this game so exciting that she didn't want to give it up? Many questions without answers. And every possible answer generated new questions.

The next morning, I felt as if I had been knocked out. At some point, I had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep after all, far too short to drive the fatigue from my bones. Now I sat yawning in front of my PC. More out of habit I opened my private email account. I expected and hoped nothing more, me would greet anyway only the usual spam. But I was wrong! With a beating heart I opened the email:

"Hello Alvo, it was really nice last night. Just like the old days. Thank you."

Nothing more. Just that one line. An entire novel couldn't have put a happier smile on my face than those few words. I was beaming from ear to ear.

Hello Anke, it really was. Thank you! Yours Alvo P.S.: Maybe we can do it again ;-)" Not two minutes after I sent the mail, the answer came: "Maybe ;-)" Maybe. That was enough for me. There was no better maybe.

However, the next days offered no opportunity for this maybe. Only on Saturday I was allowed to hope. My wife had gone to her mother again. I stayed at home alone. I put on my swim shorts, grabbed my e-book reader and something cold to drink, and made myself comfortable on our sunny island in the backyard. The thing was circular at 2.80 in diameter, comfortably padded, had a folding canopy and was just comfortable, even for two. Perfect for the bright weather. Relaxed, I lay down and picked up my reader. If my little neighbor decided to take the opportunity, it would be even more perfect. If not, at least I got some sun.

The book was pretty exciting. I had already read eight pages and hadn't even noticed that Anke had come out of the house. It wasn't until her shadow fell on me that I looked up. "Oh, hello. Where are your parents?" I greeted her. At the same time, I briefly eyed her flawless body. Anke was wearing a red bikini. The panties were tied at the sides with strings and emphasized the gentle curve of her hips. Her small breasts bulged out of the skimpy top.

"They went shopping, they'll be back at noon. Seems you like it!" said Anke smiling and climbed to me on the island. She left it open whether she meant the book or the sight of her. "In any case," I returned with a wink. With a relaxed sigh, she rested her little head on my shoulder. She also put her leg over me again, but this time not quite as far up as last time. We lay there silently for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth and the familiar closeness.

Her leg had slipped up a little in the meantime. Still a bit away from the danger zone but already much closer. Tenderly I stroked her neck, which elicited a soft purr. Her hand gently stroked my side. My fingertips went meanwhile on wanderings, slid slowly down her back and made just before the bikini panties a turn to her hip. She was well in control. Not a sound, not a twitch betrayed what feelings this triggered in her. Only the goose bumps she could not prevent.

Her hand was meanwhile on my thigh, the thumbnail stroking dangerously close to the forbidden zone. The effect did not stay away. I was similarly in control of myself as she was, except that it wasn't goosebumps that rose on me. "Isn't it kinky to get a hard-on when you're cuddling a little girl?" she murmured challengingly. Challenge accepted. "Isn't it kinky to get wet panties from being fondled by your neighbor?" Anke blushed. "How would you know?" she asked, "isn't hard to guess" I said softly, "I'm not the only one where something gets hard". At that I looked demonstratively at her nipple. Laughing, she buried her face in my shoulder. "You're stupid, Alvo".

"Well, then I'm in good company" I said and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Do you think it's bad?" I asked after a little pause. "What, that you're stupid?" she returned. Again I had to laugh. "We both share that fate, so it can't be that bad". Quietly I added, "No, my schw.... My reaction." Anke pressed against me and stroked her fingertips over my shorts toward the clearly visible bulge, which was no longer quite hard but still large. A few millimeters before she stopped, then withdrew her hand again. "I think it's beautiful" she whispered.

Happily I breathed a kiss on her neck. Beautiful! Not daunting or scary, but beautiful. It was a release. I could enjoy our play again without a care, the sinful tingling, the approaching and pulling back again, the head cinema and my hard-on in my pants. I could give her the kick, this charm of the forbidden, the journey into an erotic world behind the taboo. Without remorse and fears. We had found each other again.
We stayed like that for a long time, until we heard a car in the driveway. With a sigh of regret, Anke moved away from me. She gave me another kiss on the cheek and quickly disappeared back onto her property.

"You can touch my boobs too if you want" Anke whispered uncertainly as she directed my hand under her top. My heart was pounding as my hand wrapped around her small breast. My thumb slid over her nipple, which stood out hard. Aroused, Anke sucked in her breath. Her own fingers groped for my cock and delicately stroked the shaft. I moaned softly. She opened her mouth. "...The government is meeting again to discuss the bill". "W-what? What?" stammered I, opening my eyes. Confused, I looked around: Where had Anke gone? Only with difficulty I understood that the strange voices came from the radio alarm clock.

The next time we hardly got to continue our game. Only a few, much too short moments remained for our secret game. Either it was Anke her parents or my wife who disturbed our meeting. But then the moment came. My wife announced to me that she would move to her mother for a longer time. She was sick and needed her support. Of course I had understanding for it. But at the same time I was looking forward to her being away. Then I could undisturbed with Anke…

From my study, I could see Anke's room. The window was wide open. Wasn't she in school now? Then I saw her. Anke also saw me. She was undressing. In the past, I would have dared only a bashful look at such an opportunity, but now I knew that the window was open not only out of thoughtlessness. So I accepted the invitation and enjoyed the spectacle. Anke just unbuttoned her blouse. That was probably not a coincidence either, but timing. Her small breasts were revealed, crowned by rosy nipples with small nipples that stood out slightly. Right after that, the panties slid to the floor as well. Anke had cleverly positioned herself so that I could not see between her legs to my regret. To compensate, she turned a little and gave me a view of her beautiful ass. Grinning cheekily, she waved at me and closed the window.

Sighing, I detached myself from the sight. I imagined myself standing in the shower with her, soaping her back, then her butt, and finally her small breasts. My cock begged for relief, but I rather awaited the things that might come. So I slowly went into the garden and lay down on the lounger. I didn't have to wait long. After not even twenty minutes Anke came to me in the garden. She wore yellow jersey shorts and a loose, belly top in royal blue with thin straps. Through the still damp skin, the thin fabric clung tightly to her breasts, allowing her nipples to show through slightly. Her long, damp black hair fell over her shoulder.

Wordlessly she sat down on my lap, put her arms around me and leaned her head against my shoulder. My right hand gripped her waist, my left rested on her leg. She felt good, forbidden good. "Where are a parents?" "Dad is watching sports and Mom is on the phone with a friend!". I stroked my thumb a little under her top, just below the base of her breast, which Anke acknowledged with a soft sigh. Her hand slowly moved down to my hip and under my polo shirt. Very gently she kissed my neck. Goosebumps!

My cock reacted immediately and pushed upwards with power. This could not remain hidden from her at all. The hard part had to be clearly felt through the thin fabric of our pants. And indeed: A satisfied smile played around Anke's lips. She slid around a little on my lap until she was sitting directly on my hard-on. As she did so, she spread her legs a bit, not much, just a very tiny bit, but enough that the forbidden paradise would be tangible. My heart was pounding wildly, almost trembling with excitement. I let my fingertips wander a little to the inside of her thighs and then a few millimeters upwards, to the hem of her shorts.

The thumb of my other hand simultaneously felt its way carefully upwards until it touched the base of her breast. Anke panted softly, her fingernails dug into my skin for a brief moment. Her nipples stood out as hard and steep as my cock. My heart was racing. The sizzle was almost palpable. The erotic bond between us wove stronger and stronger. How I would love to cross the line, to feel my way further until happiness was literally in my hand! Slide my fingers under the fabric of her pants, feel the soft flesh of her pussy. Enclose the bosom of the little girl with my whole hand, caress it. But I did not dare.

Suddenly she slid off me and looked wide-eyed at the tent formed by my pants. The excitement was evident on her face. Her hand slipped from my hip and touched my cock for the blink of an eye. Then she stood up and sat astride directly on my cock. She put her arms around me, pressed her face against my neck and pressed her pussy firmly against my hard piston, kept the pressure up for a moment, then relaxed again and pressed against it right after. In the first moment I was so caught off guard that I could only sit motionless and let it happen.

Then I embraced the little girl as well, pressed her against me and pressed my cock against Anke in the same rhythm. My hands embraced her bottom, slid almost too deep and then wandered up under her top, my thumbs massaging the base of her breasts. Anke's breathing was audible and rapid. Mine was no different. The world around us was dissolving, we were caught in a world of vivid, pulsating eroticism where there was nothing but our heated bodies, scents, touches and exciting feelings. If now the last barrier would fall, then nothing and nobody could stop us.
It did not fall.

Just as surprisingly as Anke had started, she suddenly stood up and walked back onto her property with a shy smile, her face red and hot with excitement. In disbelief, I watched her go. I had been about to cum in my pants, up close and personal with my little neighbor's heated, wet pussy. It took me a moment to come back to reality. Then I too got up to go to my room.

I lay down on my bed and relived the last few minutes. I watched Anke again as she sat down on my lap, but this time without any disturbing fabric in between. Watched in amazement and unbridled horniness as she lowered herself over the stiff cock of a man almost four times her age and took it completely inside her. Heard her soft moan as I pushed against her from below. Felt the fingernails digging into my back. Followed the beat in which she rode my cock, first slowly, then faster and faster. Felt the rising orgasm, hers as well as mine. It took only minutes until I cum in a high arc. Breathing heavily, I remained lying there. I wonder if the little girl had come just as hard.

The rest of the day I did not see Anke. Only in the evening I got to see her again. I sat again on my lounger in the garden. She walked by with her father on the other side of the hedge. Her father said" Good evening, Alvo." "Good evening, Herbert, I'm relaxing a bit," Really? You don't look relaxed?" said Anke cheekily. "Anke," her father admonished her. "You have an adult in front of you! Temper your tongue!" "You Alvo, I need to talk to you. It's about Anke, I'll get us a beer quickly."

As soon as the father was gone, I said to Anke. "Have you probably not been put over my knee for too long?" Anke stuck her tongue out at me: "Try it." At the same time she stretched her buttocks towards me. Laughing, I gave her a slap. Then I stroked her buttocks. "Actually much too bad to spank" I mused. "And what do you want to do with it then?" asked Anke challengingly, turning her butt so that it was only a few inches away from my cock. As she did so, she moved it slightly under my hand.

The desired reaction did not fail to appear. My cock swelled. I approached her buttocks with the tip of my cock and gently touched and grabbed Anke around her hips. "There I would already know what" I said. Smiling suggestively, Anke pressed against me and gyrated her hips, massaging my cock with her ass. I let out a soft gasp. "But not now, unfortunately". Giggling, Anke straightened up and snuggled against me. "No more stamina?" she whispered in my ear.

I nibbled tenderly on her ear and let my fingers slide slowly along the hem of her shorts. "That's enough for you chick". Then I gently pushed her away from me. "But now the tent must be taken down quickly before your father comes again" I sighed regretfully. Staring wide-eyed at the mighty elevation, she put her hand in front of her mouth in an exaggerated gesture. "Oooops!" she made, and with an innocent twinkle in her eyes, "Sorry, Alvo."

Not a second too late, we had broken away from each other. Just then Herbert came back with the beer. I positioned myself in such a way that he did not see my bulge in my pants. "You Alvo" began Herbert "You know, I'm a sailor and I'm leaving again tomorrow. My wife works shifts and has to go to a training course next week and since it's vacation time, we wanted to ask if you could watch our daughter for a bit?" My heart leapt with joy. "Sure, but is she okay with it?" "She suggested it herself, because you work at home and she doesn't want to go to her mother-in-law's." Turning to himself, Herbert said, "I can understand that." Then back to me, "She's been a bit moody lately though, getting into her teens now." "Oh, she'll get over it, I'll give her a key and she can come in and out of my house as she pleases."

"Thanks Alvo, I owe you one." "No problem Herbert, I'm happy to do it. Give my regards to your wife!" At night in bed I thought about this afternoon. We had often explored the boundaries, had gone close to it. But we had never gone as far as this time. Anke had not only tested the limits. Today Anke had pushed them. As nice as it had been, it also made me nervous. Where were the limits really? How far could we push them? Would we perhaps tear them down? And who first? And now that we were both alone, too?

Sighing, I stood up. Lying there quietly didn't give me any peace, on the contrary. I needed movement and fresh air. After a few minutes, however, it became too cold for me on the terrace and I went back inside. I stopped in front of the large mirror in the hallway and looked myself in the face. Where is the border? I asked myself. I didn't know. As a fantasy it was beautiful, as a game it was exciting and thrilling. But what if it really happened? If we took that little step too far, broke the taboo? What would happen afterwards, what would change? Would Anke still be the little girl, my neighbor or just a secret lover? Could I still be her neighbor? Is it possible to be both a neighbor and a lover of an underage girl at the same time? Would she perhaps even hate me because I should have protected her, even from herself? How would she behave towards her parents?

Taking a deep breath, I rolled my tense neck. Would Anke do it at all? Would she want to? Sleep with a man four times her age? What about myself? My little girl. I looked deep into my own eyes. Would you do it?

All night I thought about the question without coming to a conclusion. "Yes" said my desire, my longing, my love. Anke was exciting, attractive, challenging, erotic and at the same time natural in her sensuality. "No" said my mind, my intellect and my love. Anke was just not only an exciting young girl who happened to be my neighbor, but, sensitive, fragile, naive in her firm trust in a grown man who would never mean her any harm. A trust that would be the worst of all crimes to abuse, completely beyond all laws and morals. But one thing I knew for sure: if it ever happened, it would be because she wanted it. Because she really wants it, without regretting it.

The next few days we behaved inconspicuously. Anke gave me a little kiss when no one saw it and disappeared again. In between, she showed up every now and then and teased me with innuendos when her mother didn't notice anything, plus a few meaningful touches, which nevertheless remained harmless. As if it were the most natural thing in the world to flirt with your neighbors. A secret game, forbidden and yet exciting. Maybe I was just worrying too much. Yes, she had pushed the boundary. But not crossed it. Maybe it was a one-time thing, on a whim. Maybe Anke had also defined a new boundary. We had gone further than ever before but not too far yet. It was our game, our limit. Anke made the rules and that was fine.

Anke her father was at sea by now and her mother was on her first day of training today. The first morning rays fell through the window. Since I was working from home, I was still in bed. The heat was unbearable and so I slept naked. My mind's eye was still wandering over Anke her young body, inch by inch, when she suddenly slipped into bed with me. "Good morning, Alvo," she murmured.

As so often, she snuggled against my arm. As so often, I felt her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, almost as if she were lying naked against me. As so often, she put her leg over mine, just below my cock. It wouldn't be long before her knee would slide up the missing inches. I was undecided whether to look forward to it or dread it. Not that she had never done that before but for the first time my cock was completely bare within her reach and thanks to the head cinema it was also already clearly swollen. My best piece, in any case, had already made the decision: Full of joy he straightened up to full splendor.

Anke her hand stroked over my belly and slowly pushed the blanket down. The blanket moved down a few more inches. My pubic hair was already visible. The little girl's excitement was obvious. Once again, my fingers touched her thigh as if by chance. Quite automatically, I began to caress the smooth, soft skin. Anke sighed softly and pressed a little harder against me, trapping the back of my hand between her pubic mound and my thigh. Immediately I had images in my mind of her thighs opening up and allowing my stroking fingers entry.

It wasn't going to happen, I was aware of that. And even if it did, I was not allowed to accept the invitation. The quiet regret about it pushed itself forward today more than usual. Nevertheless, I decided to challenge Anke a little. The little girl set the rules, but I could push them. At least a little bit. So I put my free hand just below her butt on her thigh, slowly slid it under her dress and gently stroked her bare bottom.

Was she not wearing panties? Heart pounding, I felt my way further up until I felt the thin strip of fabric. Accompanied by a mixture of relief and disappointment, my hand moved back down over her bottom, my fingertips brushing first against her butt crack and then along the base of her bottom. Satisfied, I registered a brief twitch and her fingernails clawing into my breast for a split second. As expected, her leg came up a little. There wasn't much left. Almost there, but only almost. Bravely, I slid down the missing millimeters until my cock touched her bare skin.

The lollipop twitched joyfully excited and sent a hot shiver through my body. However, due to the movement, my hand had also slipped deeper between her legs. My little finger touched her wet panties. Anke froze with a short, soft gasp. I bit my lower lip. That had not been my intention. Orderly retreat would probably be the best idea now. But once again, Anke surprisingly beat me to it: Accompanied by an excited gasp, she pushed her leg towards my stiff piston, which braced itself against it with all its might.

Due to her changed position, her pussy inevitably pressed against my fingers. The moist heat burned through the fabric of her panties. A fog of lust and horniness settled around my brain. Only a remnant of sanity prevented me from forgetting all taboos and sliding my fingers under the fabric. To prevent me from massaging her cleft through the panties, however, my self-control was no longer enough. Anke was breathing fast and excited, her abdomen twitched slightly back and forth and with equally tight movements her thigh massaged my hard cock.

Suddenly she moved away from me. Anke sat up and looked at me with her mouth half open. Her breath was coming in jerks, there was a mixture of hungry desire and uncertainty in her gaze. Just as suddenly as she had moved away from me, she swung herself over me, sat down and bedded my strap right in her cleft. I clearly felt her small, wet labia on the shaft. The narrow strip of cloth was not really an obstacle. Anke lay down on my chest, clutched my shoulders and buried her face in my neck. With a short, "Ah" she pressed her pussy against my cock. Gasping, I pressed against it from below.

Anke held the pressure for a few seconds, let go again and pressed down again. Slowly our rhythm accelerated, the pressing and releasing finally turned into a fast sliding back and forth. Anke rubbed her clit against my glans, massaged my shaft with her labia. Her choppy gasps increased my horniness even more. Possessed with lust, I grabbed her ass, stroking through the notch to the forbidden zone, feeling the wetness. Anke moved even faster and moaned brightly and softly in my ear. It was almost. as if she was riding me properly. As if I was fucking the underage girl. My brain was riding a roller coaster through a colorful firework of lust, of depraved, perverted eroticism. I couldn't stand it much longer. It was a miracle that anything at all prevented me from actually doing it. To push aside the scrap of cloth and sink my cock into her hungry pussy. Just the thought almost made me cum.

Anke didn't seem to feel any different. Her soft moan became a choppy "ahahh-ahh", her abdomen sped back and forth and pressed even harder against me. I kissed her neck and shoulders. My hands went under her nightgown, found her small bosom, which squeezed out plump against my chest, massaged and stroked it. Anke bright moans became louder, more demanding. Her movements increased to a true staccato. Suddenly she sucked in air violently and held it, biting my shoulder, clawing into my back and squeezing out a squeezed "mmmmmmhhhh". Her abdomen jerked up and down frantically.

With a bright, pointed "Ahhh!" she pressed hard against my cock, once, twice, three times. Just as suddenly, her arms relaxed and she remained on top of me, panting heavily and quivering. Gently I stroked the little girl's back and her bottom. Each of my touches caused a tremor. A surge of happiness and affection flooded through me. She had given me her orgasm.

If I had expected her to withdraw now, Anke surprised me again: she just slid to my side and, smiling happily, rested her head against my shoulder. Tenderly I kissed her forehead. It was wonderful to lie like this, with Anke in my arms. I felt proud and happy. Proud because I was allowed to give her this moment and happy about the gift she had given me. I don't know how long we just lay silently next to each other, I just enjoyed it. At some point I noticed that something was bothering Anke. Did she regret what had happened? I looked at her questioningly. She looked me in the eyes for a moment and then lowered her gaze. "Why didn't you come?" she asked softly.

The question surprised me. "I slowed down," I confessed after a short pause. Anke looked up at me, "Why?" "Because it would have been embarrassing" I replied sheepishly. Anke chewed on her lower lip. "Then you were embarrassed that I..." she asked. "No" I quickly contradicted her, "it was beautiful!" Again she chewed her lip and thought. "Why is it embarrassing with you, but okay with me?" she wanted to know.

Laughing softly, I explained, "Because you didn't squirt all over my belly.""Oh, I see," she squealed, turning bright red. Laughing, I pressed the little girl against me and kissed her forehead. Shortly after, she lifted her head and sucked in the air as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she gave me a kiss on the mouth in a flash, jumped up and ran out of the house with an embarrassed smile. Also smiling, I looked after her. The touch of the kiss had left a tingle on my lips that lingered.

"Let it out" whispered Anke excitedly, "let it out, Alvo. Give it to me." I moaned and the little girl. "Yes, yes" I gasped. Suddenly the door was yanked open and my wife was standing in the bedroom with Herbert and his wife. "What did I tell you guys? Alvo splash your daughter on her belly!" she shouted in disgust. With a strangled cry on my lips, I shot up and was met by the darkness of the night. My heart was racing. For a long time I found no sleep.

After a deep, dreamless sleep, I awoke the next morning and felt Anke beside me. Sometime during the night she had probably decided to come to my house and was now lying with her forehead against my shoulder and her arm across my chest. Lovingly I looked at the little girl. She looked so sweet and innocent.

For quite a while I just lay there watching Anke sleep until I urgently had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Anke was just waking up. She had kicked off the covers and was stretching and lolling comfortably. Her little nightgown had slipped up a bit, revealing a tiny bit of her hairless pussy. The whole scene had something very sensual. Smiling, I enjoyed the show until Anke opened her eyes and greeted me with a sleepy smile and a "good morning".

"Good morning, Anke," I replied in a good mood, "I'll make you breakfast. I stepped up to her bed. Anke stretched again with pleasure. With a mischievous grin I started to tickle Anke. In a moment she would jump up with a squeak. Wrong. Faster than I could look, she grabbed me and pulled me laughing to her in bed. Before I knew it, I was on my back and Anke was half on top of me. "Cuddle," she sighed and snuggled against my chest. Surrendered, I put my arm around her, my hand on her hip. The skin under the thin fabric felt tender and warm. Automatically I began to caress her. Purring with pleasure, she moved even closer to me until her abdomen pressed against my leg. Her fingertips stroked down my side over my hip to my thigh, her hand hovering over my cock for a brief moment.

Then she put her hand on my belly, right at the waistband of my shorts, and pulled her leg up a little. The desired effect did not fail to materialize: For the second time today I got a morning wood, only this time it wasn't the pressure of my bladder that was to blame. With a satisfied smile, she looked at the growing bump. I was embarrassed. "I need some breakfast. Get up" I urged her, trying to relax the situation. "You're already up, at least partially" she whispered suggestively. "Then it's time for the rest to rise as well" I grumbled sheepishly. Anke smiled, "I like elevations".

"I can also kick you out of bed quite uplifting" I threatened. Almost at the same moment Anke's stomach growled. "What did I say? Urgent time to get something between your teeth" I commented. With a disappointed sigh, she finally stood up. Her nipples were clearly visible pushing through the fabric. As she slid her nightgown to the floor with her back to me to get dressed, it was I who sighed regretfully.

After a hearty breakfast, we went our separate ways: I went about my work while Anke splashed around in the pool. I had resolved to finish my work and have the remaining days off. It went well. Every now and then Anke came to me. In her skimpy bikini she looked good enough to eat. "Are you coming to the pool too?" "No, not today. I'll finish this and then I'll have time for you the other days." Anke her green eyes shone with joy. "Promise?" Promise!"I expected Anke to go back to her own house. Instead, after supper, she asked if she could stay. It's always so scary at home alone.

"Of course you can stay, but I have some work to do." Anke still saw somethingf TV Late in the evening she said to me, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Can I sleep with you?" "Of course, but I still need something." Okay" It then took longer than I had thought. Finally I saved my work. Now I disappeared into the bathroom. Toilet, wash, brush my teeth, I took all the time in the world. By the time I got to bed, Anke had already fallen asleep, with any luck, I hoped.

When I came into the bedroom, Anke was lying on her side and stretched her ass towards me. Her breathing was quiet and even. The blanket hung only over half of her buttocks. Again, she was not wearing any underwear, so a bare buttock was visible. A very appetizing sight, which I enjoyed for a moment. Then I lay down in bed as well, carefully leaned over to her, gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Good night, Anke." She gasped softly in reply and moved her bottom closer to me until she was touching me.

The bare skin felt good. Without thinking about it, I put my arm around her and snuggled against her back. My cock was right in her butt crack. I pressed against it a little. Just a little bit and very carefully so as not to wake her. Anke held against it. My cock stretched joyfully. Startled, I realized only now that I was completely naked. Out of old habit I had probably taken off the shorts, because at home I always slept naked. Cautiously, I started to retreat.

"Stay" whispered Anke and held my arm tightly. As if frozen, I lay there. She wasn't asleep yet? Before I could think about it further, the underage girl began massaging my hard-on with slow circular motions. I didn't know what to do. It felt horny, unspeakably horny. Forbidden horny. But at the same time I knew how dangerous this game was. As if by itself, my strap pressed harder into her pokerbe. Anke gasped softly and also massaged harder. If she kept this up, she could make me squirt. My mind was slowly becoming enveloped in a fog of lust. I had to stop the game before it went too far, I knew that. Actually. Instead, I heated it up even more: My hand sought and found the base of her small breast, stroking and massaging it lightly. Anke enjoyed it audibly.

Suddenly she pulled her butt away from me. She turned to me, propped herself up on her elbow and looked with wide eyes at my cock, which rose steeply in the pale light. Her fingers slid down my leg slowly toward it. I held her hand tightly. "Don't do this! Please!" I whispered, barely keeping arousal but also desperation out of my voice. Anke looked me straight in the eye, chewing on her lower lip. Desire wrestled with reason. Then she slowly withdrew her hand and lay down next to me, her head on my shoulder. Reason had won. At least for the moment.

Only a few moments later, her leg pushed up until it was pressing against my cock. At the same time, she clamped my hand between her thighs. I felt the moist heat of her pussy. Pull your hand away! Now!" flashed through my mind. Instead, I pressed it a little more against her cleft. Very lightly only, but it was enough. Accompanied by a soft gasp, Anke began to gently massage my shaft with her thigh. At the same time she spread her thighs a little and came towards my hand. A clear invitation to give her something in return. My arousal also rose and pushed back reason more and more.

Carefully I felt my way closer, felt the labia of the little girl. She was soaking wet. Panting and trembling slightly, she moved back and forth under my fingers. Pressure and friction of her leg became more intense. I too was panting excitedly, trembling with excitement and lust. My fingers slid into her wet cleft, a few millimeters only, I didn't dare go further. I searched and found her clit and stroked it lightly. The gentle touch chased a shiver through Anke her body. Brightly and softly she moaned briefly. I let my fingers slide down over her cleft and then came back, playing tenderly with her clit.

"Yes, ah" she gasped, clinging to me. As she did so, she jerked my cock incessantly with her leg. I was almost going insane with lust. No matter what else she wanted from me, I would do it. I even hoped she would. I slightly increased the pressure and speed of my fingering, whereupon she also rubbed harder. Softly, she moaned in my ear. She clung to me, her fingernails digging into my shoulder, her movements becoming more erratic. "Mmm...mmm...yes...ahh" she moaned choppily. I felt her muscles tense and her face grow hotter. Once again I increased the pace. "Mmmm-mmmmm-Alvooooo" she squealed and jerked uncontrollably.

Suddenly she froze, eyes and mouth tightly squeezed shut, until the next moment she threw her head back into her neck with a peaky short cry. At the same time her hand went down, stroked my glans, firmly enclosed the shaft and jerked at the same pace that I massaged her little pussy. This was too much. Panting heavily, I squirted. Colors exploded in my head, I felt catapulted far into the air. As if time and space were dissolving.

Slowly the fog lifted. Breathing heavily, we both lay there arm in arm. Except that the orgasm didn't feel forbidden at all, rather.... indescribable. Beautiful and somehow painful at the same time, so different that I was at a loss for words. Anke her chest was still rising and falling violently, again and again she was shaking all over her body. For a moment I was afraid that she was crying, but she was just lying against my shoulder with her eyes closed and her mouth half open.

Slowly and sluggishly my brain began to work again. Still too sluggish to grasp what had happened, but at least awake enough to think of quite mundane things: I should wipe myself, for example. Searching, I felt around for the Kleenex box that had to be somewhere on the nightstand, but didn't find it. Instead, I got hold of my polo shirt on the floor in front of the bed. Fuck it. Carefully, so as not to disturb Anke, I began to clean my belly. I guess I wasn't careful enough: with a slight smirk at the corners of her mouth, Anke looked at me, then grabbed a corner of the shirt as well and helped out. After the work was done, I threw the shirt back on the floor.

With the cleaning off of my sperm had come the realization around what had happened. This simple removal of the remains had made things really real. I had an urgent need to talk to the little girl, but didn't know how to begin. I didn't even know what to say to her in the first place.

For a long time we lay awake, Anke her head nestled against my shoulder. No one said a word. My thoughts were all the louder for it. It was only the second evening. Only the second night in bed together and we had already lost almost all inhibitions. Three more nights lay ahead of us. If we went this far now, by miles too far, where would it end? Like a train that had slowly picked up speed and was getting faster and faster until it could hardly be stopped. The prospect caused my heart palpitations - out of fear but also out of excitement.

Anke didn't seem to be able to rest either. She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. Her look was a mixture of embarrassment and shy affection. She also wanted to tell me something, but didn't seem to know what herself. After sucking in her breath two or three times and pausing briefly, she breathed a fleeting kiss on my mouth and whispered, "Love you, Alvo." Then she curled up, laid her head on top of my chest, pulled the blanket over both of us, and put her arm over me. Like a little child. "I love you too, little one. I love you too" I whispered back and kissed her gently on the forehead. At the same time I held her as tight as I could. Clinging to each other like this, we fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the bed next to me was empty. "Anke?" I called half aloud. Shortly after, she came out of the bathroom - stark naked. I must have looked pretty stupid. "What?" giggled Anke sheepishly. "I saw you yesterday too.... so seen" she tried to explain. " "So" is good" I grinned, just as embarrassed as she was, "thoroughly eyed is more like it. Especially certain regions". Anke laughed. Winking, she turned her butt to me and bent down for her nightgown. And gave me so for a short moment a wonderful sight. Smiling bashfully, I got up and went into the bathroom.

A quarter of an hour later I came back into the room freshly showered and shaved, also naked. I wouldn't know what to hide from the little girl now. "...have arranged us quite well" I heard Anke say. With her cell phone to her ear, she winked at me. "Me too. Ciao mom." She put the cell phone away. "Nice greetings from my mama".

"My mom wanted to know how we were getting along?" "And did you tell her everything?" Anke her face color became nuances darker. "I'm not stupid," she muttered. Anke threw a pillow at me. Without warning, I threw myself on top of her. Laughing, we wrestled for the pillows until suddenly I was directly between her legs and we looked into each other's eyes. The now familiar mixture of curious tension and challenge was in her gaze.

She cocked her pelvis a little and raised her abdomen against my best piece. A challenging smirk played around the corners of her mouth. I countered, both with my looks and with my body. Accompanied by a suggestive smile, I pressed my slowly swelling hard-on against her pubic area. Challenge accepted. Her green eyes flashed. With her free hand, she stroked down my back into my shorts. grabbed my butt and pulled me harder against her. I increased the pressure and began to rub my shaft through the fabric against her clit.

Anke closed her eyes and snorted softly. Gently I kissed my way along her neck to her small breasts and registered with satisfaction how the goose bumps spread. My hand slid from the hip upwards to under her top. But before my hand could wrap around her breasts, she called out, "Breakfast, old man!" and laughingly pushed me off of her. Anke looked at the tent in my shorts. She leaned over and palpated the hardness. "Heee!" I shouted protesting and pushed her hand away, "You said you wanted breakfast. Or is this supposed to be breakfast?"

Anke laughed. "Maybe!?" Laughing, Anke jumped out of bed. "Come on, up, old man! I'm hungry." "The only question is, for what" I grumbled and swung myself out of bed as well. After we had breakfast, today was shopping. Surrendered, I sat down in the car and headed for the nearby mall, while Anke happily listed for me in which stores she wanted to look for which clothes.

The mall was pleasantly air-conditioned, in part almost too well cooled down. My credit card, on the other hand, was running hot from constant use. When I looked around in a quiet minute, I noticed that we were far from being the only ones to follow the traditional role model: The (supposed) daughter shops and the (supposed) dad carries the bags. We were back by early afternoon. Exhausted, I dropped the bags on the bed and stretched my tired fingers. "I'm trying on the new outfits!" said Anke. "I'll get us something to drink." I grabbed a juice and a beer for myself and sauntered back into the room.

Anke was standing naked in front of the closet. "I like that outfit best" I commented with a grin. Anke stuck her tongue out at me, then grinned back. Laughing, I gave her a pat on the butt, grabbed the beer and watched her put on her new bikini. "Not bad either. Looks almost as much" I smirked. The part was conceivably tight and covered only the most necessary. "But what will your parents say about it?" "They won't get to see it at all, it's just for you!" "Come on, let's go to the pool!" Amused, I watched her bouncing butt before grabbing the towels and following her. We both spent the day at the pool. In the late afternoon we saw a movie in the theater, went out for pizza in the evening. And again and again the little touches, caresses. When we went to bed in the evening, Anke asked me disappointedly, "You keep your pants on?" During this she climbed naked into the bed. I stripped off my pants and disappeared to her under the covers. Anke snuggled up to me and was asleep shortly after. It took me a little longer before I fell asleep too.

"Touch me, Alvo," I heard Anke whisper. Arousal made her soft voice tremble. My hand slid up over her belly and embraced her small breasts. The thumb stroked over the hard nipples. I felt her fingers close around my cock and gently massage it. My second hand was on her bottom, the bare skin felt so tender and soft. I stroked through her pokerbe. Panting excitedly, she lifted her bottom. I felt the soft flesh of her labia and stroked it. Desperately she pushed herself towards my fingers while her hand closed tighter around my strap. I immediately complied with her request and slid into her cleft.

"Mmh-Jaah" Anke gasped and came even more towards me. My finger penetrated the little girl's hole. I felt the slight resistance of her hymen and felt my way further. Panting excitedly, Anke moved her abdomen back and forth, riding my fingers with gentle movements. Her hand jerked my cock incessantly. I moaned softly. It felt so outrageously horny.

Birdsong reached my ear. With a gruff hum, I tried to tune it out. I didn't want to wake up yet. The dream was too good to end now. So wonderfully forbidden. So intense. Focusing on the forbidden rush of my fantasy, I pulled my finger from the slippery, hot wetness, stroked her clit, and sank it again into my underage girl's pussy. Brightly she moaned and dug her nails into my skin.

Suddenly I was awake. Outside, the sky was slowly turning purple. The lark was still warbling outside the window and cheerfully welcomed the new day. Motionless and completely naked, Anke lay half beside, half on top of me, my cock still firmly in her hand. She had frozen the same moment I opened my eyes. I, too, lay rigid. Unable to comprehend the situation, I was paralyzed. My finger was still motionless in her pussy. It was not a dream. I knew it was not a dream. As clearly and surely as I rarely knew anything. The moment I felt the pain of her probing fingernails, the realization hit me like a gush of ice cold water. Still, I couldn't grasp it. My mind refused.

As if remote controlled, I slowly withdrew my hands, from her pussy and from her breasts. Just as slowly, Anke loosened her grip around my still stiff cock. She curled up next to me and clung to me like a drowning man. A short tremor went through her body at the same time a quiet sob was heard. She seemed so innocent and vulnerable in her nakedness. Nothing was left of the erotic temptation, of the target of my forbidden desires. Only a fragile little girl left, seeking protection. "Shhhhh" I made soothingly, cradling her in my arms.

"I'm sorry Alvo" she sobbed softly, "I'm sorry." Lovingly, I stroked her hair. "What, that you've become a victim of your passion?" I quipped meekly. I felt her grateful smile more than I could see it. "I'm so stupid" she whispered barely audible. "If by that you mean you stayed up all night only to mess up, I agree" I commented. Tenderly I stroked her face, wiping away the tears.

The smile grew a little wider and her body slowly relaxed. "Love you, Alvo" she breathed. "Love you too, little one" I whispered back and kissed her on the forehead.
"Woke up because I had to go to the bathroom" Anke told me, "And then I saw you lying there like I came back. You were completely covered. And... Well, it was just standing". The little girl paused for a moment. "Kind of... I don't know."

I had to grin. I could pretty well imagine her sitting on the bed, looking at my bump and struggling with herself whether she should dare. Anke visibly relaxed. Her head came up to my shoulder and she gently snuggled against me. "I just wanted to hold him again" she confessed, "Well, and somehow..." She faltered, probably trying to explain it to herself as well. "It just gave me some stupid ideas" she whispered, "Which ones?"

Anke took a deep breath. "I wanted to know how you felt. Skin to skin. What it's like to lie naked with you." Again, she faltered, put her feet up a few times, and took another breath. "It felt so exciting" Anke thought about how to explain it, "like when you sneak off at night and secretly meet someone. Only much more exciting." Puffing through once more. "I imagined what it would be like..." She broke off, chewing on her lower lip. "And then I wanted to feel your hands. It all felt so great, so forbidden.... But still right, somehow. Your warm body, your... you know."

Even though I almost couldn't see it, I could feel her blushing. I wondered what else she would have wanted to find out if I hadn't woken up. Somehow I couldn't imagine it. I didn't trust her to do it. On the other hand... The last days had been full of surprises. Frightening and excitingly beautiful at the same time. The lark was still singing its song. In the meantime, she had gotten support. "It's the stupid bird's fault" I grumbled.

"What?" asked Anke, irritated. "The critter woke me up with his whistling" I laughed softly. Anke giggled, "I'll buy a slingshot today". Gently she tickled my breast, "You're not mad?" "M-mm" I shook my head and kissed her forehead. "No." Laughing, I hugged her to me and gave her a big kiss. Outside, it was starting to get light. Relaxed and happy, Anke snuggled against my chest and slid her leg over mine. This made me realize again that we were both still naked. Promptly my cock stretched a little. I tried to ignore it. "We should try to get some more sleep" I suggested.

"M-hmmm" sighed Anke in agreement. After a while she noticed that I was still awake just like her. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. "Nothing important" I sighed softly. I didn't want to tell her that I couldn't get the "what-ifs" out of my head. "And the unimportant?" she probed. "I had a pretty exciting dream earlier..." I said, hoping she understood. Curious, she looked at me, "Would you like to keep dreaming?" This time it was me who took a deep breath. "No" would be a lie, "yes" I was not allowed to say. "Maybe not so intense" I whispered.

"You're sweet, Alvo," Anke whispered and gave me a kiss on the mouth. Seconds later, her fingernails brushed gently over my skin to my hips and dangerously close to my glans. My little friend woke up and twitched joyfully. With a blissful shiver, I closed my eyes and enjoyed her caresses. At the same time, my own fingers wandered over the little girl's naked body, stroking over the base of her breasts and down her waist, wandering along the base of her butt and finally close to her pussy. Anke let out a moan of pleasure. Her ass twitched slightly under my touch. I kissed her neck and her neck.

Her small, bare breasts felt excitingly good on my skin. Anke her fingertips approached my glans again, stopped briefly and then gently stroked over it and down the shaft. With an excited moan, I reached out to her. My own fingers brushed her labia. Anke her breath trembled with excitement. Her heart was beating as fast and loud as mine. By now her whole hand was on my cock, stroking it gently. "But intense?" asked Anke in a voice brittle with excitement.

I was breathing hard. Pull the brake my mind begged. But he could not get through the rush of pleasure. "Just a little," I whispered. At the same time, I slid a few millimeters deep into her cleft. With a gasp of pleasure, Anke took my cock in her hand. Carefully I felt my way to her pussy and stroked it. A breathed "Oh, yeah" was the answer and Anke began to jerk my cock. Alternately I stroked through her cleft and played around the clit. Just as I did, Anke began to breathe faster. I pressed my finger a little harder on her clit and massaged it with circular motions. Anke stretched towards me and moved her hips gently rocking back and forth. She moaned softly as she did so. My finger play became faster, at the same time her jerking hand adapted to my pace.

When my thumb slid a little deeper into her cleft than I intended, she gasped and threw her head back into her neck. "Oh!" the underage girl moaned briefly, suddenly thrusting toward me, her pussy on my cock. NO my mind screamed out, don't do that!!! At the same time my whole body tensed with wild hope. But when the tip of my glans touched her clit, she stopped. Instead of taking the final step and just letting the cock slide inside her, she jerked it harder and rubbed my glans against her pleasure button.

Gasping, I blew out the air. This forbidden touch, the already almost painful closeness to the final fulfillment drove me almost insane. Take in you screamed the desire in me, if you want him, take him NOW! Already quite automatically, my finger slid deeper through her cleft, massaging the wet entrance. "Hmmm-hmm-hmm-yah" moaned Anke. It was hardly bearable. Torn between desperate hope and equally desperate fear that she might finally do it, I moaned out my pleasure. Anke her whole body twitched under my fingers.

Just as suddenly as she came over me, she slid off me. In the process, her ass came so surprisingly and quickly towards my hand that my finger went all the way into her pussy and touched her hymen. "Ah" she squealed and pressed herself even more towards him. Her upper body came to rest on my belly, my glans touching her breasts. Driven by both of our lust, I hammered my finger faster and harder into her hole. "Yes, mm, yes, yes,Alvo, please, yes" she squealed, rubbing my cock in wild staccato. I could take no more. A colorful fog spread before my eyes. "In a moment," I gasped. In a moment I was going to explode. Dissolve in a colorful cloud of primitive, all-consuming lust. The little girl's moans reached my ear only muffled. "Do" I still heard out. Then I exploded. Squirted off on the tits of my wonderful underage girl.

Only a moment later Anke came too. "Ah... ahh... aaaahhh.... jaaaaaa" she moaned brightly, tensed and collapsed into herself. With a sharp, short cry she jerked back and forth. Quivering all over her body, she remained lying. With erratic movements she massaged the last drops out of my cock. When she slowly caught her breath again, she pushed herself up heavily and looked at my sperm on her breasts. A smile stole onto her face.

The sun was already high in the sky when I woke up. Anke was still asleep, sweet and innocent she lay at my side. I lovingly stroked her black hair and took her hand in mine. I thought back to the early morning. No, I had not been embarrassed. Not at all. Nor was there any of the familiar trepidation. Not the slightest hint of guilt, not even the slightest pinch in my stomach. Instead, I was filled with a strangely satisfied feeling of happiness. My guilty conscience seemed to have given up.

Had we really marched across the border so easily? Just like that, without a shred of inhibition? Was there still anything that could slow us down, a final red line? Or had we already crossed the taboo? I didn't know. At the moment, I didn't care either. Maybe later I would think about it, but for the moment it didn't matter. I just enjoyed the closeness and warmth of the little innocent girl. I couldn't tell you how long we lay there like that until Anke woke up. Yawning, she stretched extensively and blinked sleepily at me. "Good morning" I greeted her with a smile. "Good morning" she purred and snuggled against my chest. My fingers tenderly stroked her back to her hip, eliciting slight goosebumps and a soft purr. For a few minutes she enjoyed my caresses while half asleep. "I'm hungry" she then growled. Her stomach growled for emphasis.

"Well, up then" I said. "Hmmmm" Anke confirmed, but didn't move. Only her fingers went wandering, finding my cock and stroking it gently. He promptly woke up and was then the only one who made any effort to get up. "I was just wondering what you were hungry for" I smirked.

Before Anke could answer, her phone rang. Her mother was on the display. I handed the phone to Anke. Yes, Mom. Alvo is taking good care of me, really wonderful. He wants to take me to the beach today". It amazed me a little how unselfconsciously she talked to her mother on the phone. As if the last nights had never happened. I wondered if I could do the same. In my mind I shrugged my shoulders. I'd figure it out one way or another. After dinner, the two of us sat on the porch. Anke had her legs up and was sitting with her back to me.

"...Yeah, I'll ask him.". Anke held her cell phone to her chest and turned her head to me, "My mom is asking if it's okay if she comes home two days later?" "Sure," I agreed. Wondering if this was a good idea my sensible self put in a desperate attempt. It didn't stand a chance against the anticipation of maybe being able to enjoy togetherness with the little girl a little longer. Anke beamed at me and took the phone to her ear again: "Alvo, say it's okay. Yes, of course, I'll let you know. Love you, Mom. Yes, I'll give it to you." Relaxing, she leaned back against my shoulder and handed me the phone. Her mom asked if it was really okay. "Of course, we get along fine. She gets her dinner and is in bed on time too. Yes, I'd love to. Goodbye!"

"Kiss me" whispered Anke. I bent down to her and breathed a kiss on her lips. "Again" she demanded softly. This time I let my lips rest on hers a little longer. It felt outrageously beautiful. "Let's go to the room," Anke suggested. I want to take a quick shower." A few minutes later, the little girl came back in, dressed in a bathrobe. She dropped onto the bed. As she did so, her bathrobe opened a little, allowing a view of her beautiful body. "Now what?" she asked.

"Into the pool?" suggested I, pushing her robe open a little more. "In a minute," Anke grinned suggestively and pulled me down to her. Our lips were only a few inches apart. How I would love to kiss her right now! But I didn't dare. I could see in her green eyes that she felt the same way. She took my hand and led it to her small, tender bosom. I accepted the invitation and nestled my hand around the tender flesh. Anke closed her eyes and let out a soft, excited moan. Her own hand slid down and massaged my growing cock through my pants. I nibbled gently on her ear, kissed her neck, and slid my lips downward to her glorious breasts until they closed around her hard nipples. Anke moaned lustfully.

My fingers wandered over her belly and stopped when they brushed against her pussy. As if asking permission, I looked up at her. Lust and excitement were in her gaze, with a shy smile she signaled her approval. I slid my fingers into her slit and felt my way to her clit. Anke gasped and threw her head back. With trembling hands she freed my hard cock from its tight prison and took it firmly in her hand. I also moaned lustfully and lowered my mouth over her nipples again, nibbling and sucking lightly, playing around them with my tongue. My finger slid deeper into her cleft. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, it lowered itself into the little girl's pleasure grotto. "Ahhhh" Anke moaned softly and pressed my head against her breasts. Firmly and evenly she massaged my cock.

I imagined myself slowly kissing my way down between her legs, sliding my tongue through her cleft and playing around her clit. I wonder how she would react? Shocked? Or the opposite? What if she liked it as much as I had hoped? How would I behave then? Would I be able to stop myself then? I didn't. Instead, I slid a second finger into her wet pussy and played with her clit at the same time with my thumb. The little finger massaged her anus, even penetrated a little bit. Anke moaned and arched her back. For a brief moment her hand stopped, then she jerked my cock all the harder. Thrusting her abdomen back and forth, she more or less fucked herself with my fingers. With hard thrusts I held against it. Her choppy, bright moans horned me up even more. "Yah! Yah! Yah! In a minute!" she whimpered in quick time with her movements. At the same time, she rubbed my stiff cock like a woman possessed. Suddenly she fell silent, pressed her lips together and stiffened. With a sharp cry, she arched her back and slumped, trembling and quivering. Only seconds later, I came too. Twitching and pumping, my cock discharged its juice, my semen poured over the little girl's belly in several spurts. Both of us were out of breath. We looked into each other's eyes. Deeply satisfied, Anke smiled at me. Just as satisfied, I let my head sink languidly onto her shoulder. "Pool?" I gasped, smiling.

"In a minute," she breathed back. My fingers stroked her belly, spreading my cum over her skin. "First we have to wash off the mess" I smirked. Two minutes later we were in the shower together, soaping each other up. Lovingly and much more thoroughly than necessary, Anke washed my cock. Thanks to the tender treatment, the tail was already at half-mast again. Anke looked at him with a dangerously cocky glint in her green eyes. I knew exactly what she was thinking about. I would have loved to encourage her. "Pool," I whispered in her ear instead.

Grinning cheekily, she winked at me: "I see. The old man must conserve his strength". My hand slid down her back through her pokerbe to her cleft. "Don't challenge the old man" I murmured threateningly and slid my finger inside her. It already felt so familiar and yet still unreal. Anke gasped and thrust her ass out at me. I added a second finger and pushed both of them up to her hymen in her hole. My thumb massaged her anus. With a low moan and closed eyes, Anke bent over and propped herself against the wall.

Slowly I pulled my fingers out again and pushed them deep into her pleasure grotto once more. After the next pull out, I thrust harder, my thumb also going a little way into her rear entrance. "Yes!" squealed Anke lustfully. I took my hard-on in my hand and jerked myself off while I finger-fucked the little girl faster and harder. As I did so, I imagined my cock taking the place of my fingers and driving deep into her horny, wet hole. "Yes, please! Do! Please! Alvo! Yes!" begged Anke, moaning, to which I thrust even harder. The next moment a tremor went through her body, then she moaned loudly and almost sank to her knees. Within minutes I had given the underage girl a second time. With shaky knees, she clung to me. "Pool?" grinned I. "In a minute," she breathlessly breathed.

Slowly we strolled to the pool. My hand was on Anke her bare ass. I was happy. No more self-reproaches, no more doubts. No worries that my naked beauty was only eleven years old. Whatever had happened, I was only allowed to experience because Anke wanted it. Because we wanted it. What I shared with this underage girl, what she gave me, was worth it to me to be called perverted by all the world. Relaxed, Anke lay against my chest in the warm water of the pool. Later, we romped through the water, joked, laughed, gave each other suggestive looks and cuddled in the water. In short, we behaved like two lovers.

"Let's keep playing upstairs" I murmured loud enough for him to hear. I could have sworn he was coming off.We went into the bedroom. Naked, we snuggled up to each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I put my arm around Anke and stroked her neck. "Alvo?" she asked after a few seconds. "Hmm?" I mumbled questioningly.

Anke seemed to think for a moment. "Is it okay if we just cuddle today?" I gently kissed her forehead. "Whatever you want is fine" I replied lovingly and meant it. For minutes we lay together like that, content and happy with just feeling each other. Then Anke slid closer to me. "Alvo?" "Hmm?" "Is it okay if we don't just cuddle like this?" she whispered in my ear.

That didn't take long I smirked to myself. "Whatever you want is fine" I confirmed smiling. "You're sweet, Alvo" she smiled back. She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. Excitement, curiosity and a confusing hint of nervousness were in her gaze. For a moment I even thought I could hear her racing heartbeat. Slowly and hesitantly, she lowered her lips to mine. Her kiss was as gentle as a breeze. Carefully she tugged at my lower lip, then I felt the tip of her tongue. Nervously, I opened my mouth a little. The tips of our tongues touched, palpating each other carefully. To describe the hot cold wave that ran through my body, words fail me. It was like my very first kiss, only much more intense.

I opened my mouth a little wider. Our tongues gently played around each other. Anke blew out the air she had been holding the whole time. We pressed against each other, our hands exploring our bodies sliding over every single inch of skin, moving in a surge of happiness and promise as our kiss became more passionate and demanding. I turned her onto her back, lay between her legs and pressed my hard shaft against her moist hot cleft. My hand caressed her bosom, my mouth followed suit and sucked in her hard nipple. "Yahh" Anke breathed as my fingers found their way into her moist hot love grotto. Gasping and moaning softly, she squirmed under me. Slowly I kissed my way down over her belly. But Anke pulled me up.

There was tension, excitement and uncertainty in her green eyes. And desperate desire. With both hands, Anke grabbed my buttocks and pulled me towards her. At the same time, her abdomen lifted toward me. Millimeter by millimeter, my glans parted her labia. Whatever you want is fine. She took me at my word. Slowly and full of incredulous desire, I penetrated the little girl. Hot and demanding, Anke enclosed her pussy around my cock, pulling me deeper inside and flooding my body with her lustful heat. All the time we looked at each other; incredulous, heart racing, desiring at any cost in the world.

Neither of us dared to breathe. Until I touched her hymen with the tip of my cock. Anke closed her eyes, nodded and pulled me to her. With one thrust I tore her virginity. Briefly, Anke buried her fingernails in my back. I gave her time to process the pain. Almost desperately we kissed while I fucked her slowly and tenderly. We were caught in a cloud of happiness, desire and passion, melting into each other, intoxicating ourselves with our lust. My thrusts became more powerful, penetrating her to the hilt and wanting even deeper. Firmly and hotly her pleasure grotto enclosed my member. Moaning loudly, Anke squirmed under me, clung to me with arms and legs and pressed her abdomen against me almost desperately.

The heat of her body flooded me. I became intoxicated by the scent of her skin and the sounds of her pleasure. While I penetrated deep into her with steady, determined thrusts, over and over again. I lost myself in a surreal fog of bright colors, beguiling smells, erotic sounds, endless love and feelings of pleasure of unprecedented intensity, losing all sense of time and space. It could have been minutes, hours or even days. Closely entwined, we both finally satisfied our desire, desiring each other even more.

At some point I felt Anke's body tense under me. Her moans would become shorter, more choppy, more demanding. She was approaching her climax. I was no longer far away from it either. Automatically, I thrust harder, driving my cock more energetically into her, kissing her neck and sucking on her nipples as she arched her back and stretched her head into her neck. Her skin was glowing. I felt my juices rising and my cock swelling. With a flaring remnant of sanity, I tried to pull out my part, which was hard to bursting, in time. But Anke held me tightly. Her fingernails dug into my buttocks as she pushed my strap deep into her pussy. "Give it to me" she begged whimpering, "please Alvo, give it to me".

She wanted it. She really wanted it. To be inseminated by a man four times her age. Whatever you want is fine. flashed through my head. I almost laughed hysterically. Whipped up by her desire, I let myself drift. As if possessed, I hammered my cock into the underage girl's hole, faster and faster, harder and harder, until the dam broke and my seed flooded her little pussy. Shrieking loudly, Anke reared up, fell back into the pillow and whipped up again, twice, three times, four times, while my member pumping discharged inside her.

Only when the pumping turned into an irregular twitching did she remain lying there, sucking in the air and expelling it again with a whimper. Her face was dark red, her body bathed in sweat like mine. Breathing heavily, I sank down on her, my cock still deep in her pussy. Both our hearts were beating so hard, as if they wanted to burst the rib cage. Only tenaciously the fog cleared, as I pulled my still half stiff member ponderously out of Anke. Just as slowly and heavily as the sperm mixed with blood seeped out of the little girl's pussy, the realization came to me. It settled leadenly on my consciousness until it hit with full force: I had done it. With a little underage girl. A girl who was only eleven years old. But I had no regrets. Would you do it?