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Poppy didn’t think she had ever seen their neighbor Mr. Anders smile. It was not that he was scary or unfriendly, he just seemed to be sad. Maybe it was that his wife had died before Poppy was born, but all she knew was that he was sad and didn’t smile. For this reason, it felt strange to Poppy that the man sitting on his regular spot at the bench smiled at her when she was going up and down in the swing. She kept smiling back as her dress flew around with the flow.
The next day he was there and she was swinging. She was smiling to him, but he was his regular sad self. Same happened the next day, which made Poppy think what had been different the day Mr. Anders had smiled. It took a while but she realized that all her panties had been dirty and she had gone out with a pair. That was the reason she had the dress on that day. You couldn’t wear pants without panties.
It felt funny and strange to Poppy that looking under her dress would make Mr. Anders happy but she was nine and didn’t always understand adults. She decided to test and went to swing in her dress without panties. She was right: now Mr. Anders was smiling again!
Just to be sure, Poppy tested the next day. The result was the same. She swung for a while before jumping down. She was curious.
“Mr. Anders?”
“Yes, Poppy.” He was still smiling to her.
“I have a question.” He nodded for her to continue. “Does looking under my skirt make you happy?”
Mr. Anders looked around, then motioned Poppy to sit next to him on the bench. He leaned in and whispered.
“Yes, it does.”
“Why?” Poppy whispered back.
“Because prettiest parts of pretty girls are always hidden under dresses…”
All Poppy heard was that he thought she was pretty. She sat in silence thinking for a while.
“I can make you happy by showing what is under my dress?”
“Yes, but only…” He lowered his voice. “If it’s a secret…”
Poppy got up waved at him and went home. She thought about what Mr. Anders had said. Poppy knew she shouldn’t be showing her privates to anyone. She didn’t quite understand why. Some rules that adults had made no sense. Maybe this was one? The problem was that she couldn’t ask her parents: Mr. Anders had said it only made him happy if it was a secret. Her parent had always said that Poppy should be nice to people. Making Mr. Anders happy surely was being nice.
When Poppy came back from school, she changed to her skirt and knocked on Mr. Anders’ door.
“Hello, Poppy!” He was not smiling.
“Hello, Mr. Anders. May I come in?”
He let her in and they walked to his living room.
“I was thinking…” It was little hard to Poppy to say it.
“Did you come her to make me happy?” Mr. Anders helped.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you sit there.” He pointed to his easy chair and Poppy sat. He sat on the sofa opposite to it. “Now lift your legs over the arm rests.”
Poppy did as tolf. Her legs were spread wide open and he skirt rose to her waist. Mr. Anders was loving the show. Poppy had spread her legs so wide, that her hairless little girl pussy opened a bit, revealing the red insides. He stared at it shamelessly and smiled to Poppy. She smiled back and stayed in the position for over a minute, much longer than he’d hoped for. Then she got up.
“Thank you!” He smiled as he led Poppy out. “You made me very happy!”
Next day Poppy was not sure for how long time showing her kitty to Mr. Anders would make him happy. When he knocked on his door, he was not smiling. He just let her in.
“I have a question.” Poppy said when she was sitting in the chair legs spread. “How long does this make you happy?”
“Oh… I’m not sure… Maybe half an hour after you leave.”
“Ow…” Poppy was disappointed. But he was smiling now.
“Hey. I got an idea.” Mr. Anders showed Poppy his phone. “If I took pictures, I could look at them in the evening. They surely would keep me happy until tomorrow.”
“I’m not sure…” Pictures would keep him happy longer.
“Don’t worry. No-one else will see these…”
“I guess it is OK then.”
Mr. Anders took some time taking the pictures and was smiling all the time. He was smiling broadly when Poppy left.
“Did the pictures work?” Poppy asked as soon as she was in the next day.
“Yes, they did. I was happy almost until noon today.”
That was a long time. Poppy was happy about that. She sat on the chair.
“We need little different pictures each day. Can you suck your thumb?”
It made no sense but Poppy why not if it made Mr. Anders happy. He let him take pictures of her legs spread while she sucked her thumb.
From there on, Poppy visited him daily and they took little different pictures. It was exciting to wait and try to guess how Mr. Anders would take the pictures. In two weeks, he seemed to run out of ideas as he wanted to start taking pictures of Poppy without the dress. Taking the pictures was kind of exciting and seeing how happy it made him, made also Poppy happy.
“You’re a great model and a very pretty girl.” Mr. Anders complimented Poppy as she was putting her dress back on. “How about we do a longer photo shoot tomorrow?”
“OK.” Posing was fun. Thought of doing it for a longer time made nice butterflies in Poppy’s stomach.
When Poppy arrived the next day, she noticed that there were also two video cameras in the room. She got into the chair and took the starting position. Poppy had never been a model in a photo shoot and didn’t quite know what to expect. Mr. Anders started to instruct Poppy how to put her fingers on her kitty. When she didn’t get her instructions, he helped her to get her fingers in the right position and showed how to move them. Poppy felt that they stretched her kitty open. Mr. Anders kept complimenting how pretty she was and how good model she was. For a long time, he took pictures, making Poppy take a different pose and spread her kitty open for the camera. When they were done, Mr. Anders surprised Poppy by giving her a bag of her favorite candy as thanks for being such a good model.
For a week they did a long session each day. It was fun and Poppy always got candy. Mr. Anders didn’t seem only to want to take pictures of her naked but he had also gotten her some garments to wear. They were funny. Like a pair of leather panties but with the crotch cut out. Or a tight one-piece body suit with crotch cut out. When Poppy thought about them, all seemed to have crotch cut out. It kind of made sense as seeing her kitty was what made Mr. Anders happy.
“Today I’m going to tickle you.”
Poppy was sitting in his easy chair with her legs spread open and was just about ask about it, when Mr. Anders put his hands on her thighs, face her crotch and started to lick her kitty.
“That tickles…” Poppy giggled. Her ass moved around the easy chair, with his tongue following. “Funny…”
Mr. Anders smiled to Poppy’s pussy. The little girl tasted good and finally licking her hairless pussy was a reward for the long foreplay. He had her thigh firmly locked to the handrests and the girl wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not before she climaxed.
“Oh…” Poppy voice had an excited tone when he started focusing on her crack. He could almost immediately taste that Poppy was getting excited as her kitty was partially open due to her position. He licked deeper into her hole, teasing the insides with his tongue.
“Oh. Oh.” Poppy’s ass had seized in place and she was panting. Her body knew the direction but as she had never experienced an orgasm, it didn’t know the destination. Poppy was very lucky as she was only 9-years-old and she already had a teacher who would take her there. First with his tongue and then with his dick. Mr. Anders knew that once Poppy came, she would be hooked. She would have vaginal sex, anal sex and learn to deepthroat.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” It was time to teach little Poppy how good being with a man can be. Mr. Anders started to lick her swollen clit.
“Ooooh. Oooh. Ooooooohhhhhh.” With deep moans that shuddered her body Poppy climaxed for the first time in her life.
When Poppy got home, she realized that she couldn’t stop smiling. Mr. Anders’ ticking had made her feel so good, that she was still happy. Looking at the mirror she noticed that her cheeks were red and smile broad. She couldn’t wait for the next day.
“Did ticking me make you feel happy?” Poppy asked Mr. Anders hopefully.
“Yes, it did.” Mr. Anders smiled at Poppy. It seemed that it had made him happy longer than anything before.
“Can you tickle me again?”
“Sure, but we’ll do it little differently.” He started to undress, which was strange. “Don’t worry. It will feel real good to you…”
He waited Poppy to undress and the led her to the next room where a wide bet with only a white sheet was waiting.
“Lay down. I’ll tickle you with my tongue first.”
“Oh. Oh.” Mr. Anders couldn’t believe his luck. Poppy was both compliant and very easy to please. She laid on the bed with her legs wide open, letting him pleasure her. From the very first licks she was moaning. He also noticed that she had already been wet when she arrived. Her body knew what to expect and was prepared.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” It didn’t take long for Poppy to be panting. Mr. Anders went straight to her clit as he didn’t want to waste any more time.
“Ooooh. Oooh. Ooooooohhhhhh.” Like yesterday, the deep moans shuddered Poppy when she climaxed.
Mr. Anders climbed on top and positioned his hard dick into Poppy’s partially open 9-year-old entry.
“Oooaarg…” Poppy didn’t quite scream but more snarled as Mr. Anders pushed hard. He knew Poppy could take three inches of him and was not going to press deeper. While it was only a tip of his quite significant dick, the tight virgin pussy felt as good as it should.
“It hurts!” Poppy complained as he pulled almost out, letting Poppy’s inner lips caress the head before pushing back the same three inches.
“Hss… It will soon feel good…” Mr. Anders kept slowly fucking Poppy. He had to fight coming. He had to fight hard as their first fuck couldn’t stop while she was still hurting.
“It hurts…” She complained again, but she didn’t ask him to stop. Mr. Anders reached between them and started to caress Poppy’s clit.
“It… It… It…” Poppy seemed lost in her feelings.
“If feels like it stretches you and starts to feel good?”
“Yes.” Poppy couldn’t move under him, so she started to toss her head from side to side. Mr. Anders took this as a good sign and sped up. Both his finger and his dick worked faster. Poppy’s hands grasped fistfuls of the bed sheet.
“Oh. Oh. OOOO…” Mr. Anders had to slam his hand over Poppy’s mouth when she screamed. Poppy’s orgasm was so powerful that her eyes rolled back. Mr. Anders pushed deeper, which made Poppy scream louder to his hand. But her hips were trying to push up, to get more into her. Unfortunately, that was not possible as he was already as deep as she would stretch today.
“Fuck, Poppy. Your preteen pussy is so sweet…” Mr. Anders moaned as his long thick dick spat it’s load right at the entrance of Poppy’s womb.
“Stay there.” Mr. Anders took his camera and took pictures of Poppy. Especially her no longer virgin 9-year-old pussy, which was still wide open after his assault and leaking the come-blood mixture.
“On your belly and ass up!” Mr. Anders took pictures of come stained Poppy in different poses before taking her into shower.
Poppy could hardly walk when she got home. Her legs still trembled after the mid-blowing experience and her kitty throbbed. It was like it tried to complain and ask for more at the same time.
Next week Poppy went to visit Mr. Anders every day. She learned to do much more than just have fun while laying on her back with legs spread. First, she was on all fours which Mr. Anders called doggy and then she learned to bounce on him, which he called riding. But the best part was that she could feel Mr. Anders getting deeper and deeper into her every time they did it.
“What would you like to do today?” Smiling Mr. Anders asked Poppy when he had closed the door.
“Can we play doggy?”
“You want to me to do you from behind. Doggy style.”
“Yes, doggy style!” Poppy giggled when Mr. Anders put his hand under her skirt.
“It seems that you are ready. How about you take off that dress and we do it here on the living room floor…”
“OK!” Poppy undressed and got into position on the thick furry carpet.
Mr. Anders stroked his big hard dick few times. Fucking Poppy was fun as she was always ready and eager. He turned the volume of the TV loud. There was an action movie, which would cover the noises: Poppy was a loud fuck. Poppy’s tiny butt waited for attention and he run his hand over her slit one more time, making her quiver.
“Want it in in you, Poppy? Want me to push my big dick deep into you?” Mr. Anders wanted to get poppy talking. Her little girl voice turned him on even further.
“Yes…”
“Tell me what you want, Poppy.” He teased her entry with the tip of his cock. She felt so soft that he wanted to push in already but getting her 9-year-old pussy daily helped him to fight the urge.
“I want you to push your big thingy into my kitty.” Mr. Anders smiled. Poppy still used childish names, which he had no intention to correct yet.
“Oooh…” Poppy moaned as Mr. Anders pushed in. Poppy’s little pussy was tight but she was so wet, that he slid in easily. Pushing only third of his dick in, he paused.
“Deeper. Push deeper.” Poppy begged. Mr. Anders took hold of her waist, wrapping his big fingers all around her slender form. Then he pushed halfway in.
“Yes… Deeper…” Mr. Anders knew by now what Poppy liked. He liked it when he pushed so deep that he kept poking her cervix, forcing the elasticity of her preteen pussy to its limits. Instead of pushing deeper he pulled back and then rammed himself deep.
“AAW!” Poppy screamed as almost his whole big dick sank into her, bottoming her hard. He was already pulling out for another poke.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Now Poppy was prepared and the hard thrust were not surprising her, letting her get the full enjoyment of the hard fucking.
“You like your 9-year-old pussy poked hard.”
“Yes. Ohh… Yes…” Poppy’s hands gave in as she surrendered to the pleasure. Her chest went to the floor but Mr. Anders’ strong hands kept her ass up. He kept going, enjoying how she was taking him. He usually couldn’t get this deep into girls this young but Poppy was getting more turned on harder he stretched her. Today she was going to get it all. “It’s so deep. It feels. Good!”
“Want me to go faster?” He didn’t wait for the answer. Mr. Anders knew that the living room floor fuck was not going to be long. Poppy was ready to explode and he wanted to come as well. But he would take Poppy to bedroom afterwards. He would be hard and she would be horny; they would fuck for a good hour in the bed still. With this thought, he started to fuck Poppy faster.
“Yes. Oooh. Oooh.” Poppy’s lips kept gliding closed to the base of his dick. Deeper he pushed, louder Poppy moaned. It took maybe a minute for her to get there. “OOOOOOO!”
TV covered Poppy’s orgasmic scream. Mr. Anders lowered her to lay on the floor and started to use his weight to force rest of his dick into her.
“OOOOO. OOOOO. OOOOO.” Poppy screamed each time she pushed in. He could feel her shallow breathing and muscles tightening under him. He kept pushing until he felt his thighs meet Poppy’s tiny ass.
“It’s all in, Poppy. It’s all in your preteen pussy.” He kept fucking her with hard long thrust, pushing deep into her and feeling her tight ass under him. “How do you like that?”
“OOOO. OOOO. OOOO.” Poppy had been screaming orgasmically all the time. He felt like she was slipping under him and took hold of her small shoulder.
“I love your little girl pussy…” Ramming hard, he pumped his seed deep into Poppy’s pussy while she just kept climaxing.
When the last of his load was there, he collapsed on top of her. Poppy’s orgasm finally faded and she gasped for air.
“That was…” Poppy didn’t even have energy to turn her head but her voice told Mr. Anders everything.