Larry Hagman was an old guy of 67, though he seemed older. He’d never been married, spent time in jail, worked at a few supermarkets now and then. Mostly these days he stayed home, working on hobbies and jerking off with his twenty-year-old computer. He’d had one operation before. Now he just took his meds every day and stayed home mostly. And then one day, the new neighbors moved in.
Old Lady Kathy had passed away and this young couple moved in. They had a younger daughter, about 16 he thought. Boy, was she a looker! Average face and hair, bur a very curvy body. He’d often sat in his upstairs office, watching her in the backyard practicing her baton twirling. From the shadows, he’d jerked off more than once, especially since he found his old binoculars, and discovered her bedroom was the room closest to his office. What luck! She was the focus of his cum dreams for weeks.
One problem Larry had was, if he missed his meds for two days in a row, he’d get kinda crazy until he got back on them. He’d just do weird shit. Actually, the only bad thing he did was smoking marijuana, but since it was legal now and it seemed to keep him calmer (and hornier). He used it probably more than he should.
Roberta was well aware of the man next door and his almost non-stop odor of marijuana coming from his house. She rarely saw him, but he just seemed harmless, yet creepy too. Every time she did see him, he was staring at her. One day she was outside with her father when the old man came over and introduced himself. He said his name was Larry Hagman. Dad introduced himself, then introduced me.
“And this is Roberta, our twelve-year-old daughter. Well, almost thirteen, actually. Next month, right honey?” he smiled. Roberta nodded, not sure what to say. Roberta sure didn’t look twelve/almost thirteen. She had a good 32B set of boobs on her little, five-foot nothing size. She weighed a bit more than average, at 110 pounds, but that was mostly due to the boobs, and her big, soft butt. Lately, her body had been growing up fast. She was still learning how to keep it all hidden. Her shorts were always too tight. He bras were always too small. Her tops were always too tight. It wasn’t easy being twelve and built like a sixteen-year-old.
One Sunday night, Larry had his friend Grant over. Grant was as degenerate as himself when it came to girls, and he was very jealous of Larry’s new neighbor.
“All I got is some old couple, and a fat black lady for neighbors,” he complained.
On this night, it was the second time he’d forgotten to take his meds in the morning. Two days without his meds. Add in some pot, some more pot and a couple of Budweiser’s, and suddenly Grant wanted to see the girl next door again.
“lemme see! Lemme see!” he said as they stumbled upstairs. He grabbed the binoculars, but there was Roberta, standing in the grass by their fence. She had on her pajamas it looked like. The binoculars made for an extreme close-up, and with her bending over slightly, a great down-blouse view.
They stared for a few moments. Larry said, “Hey. Let’s have some fun!” Grant looked at him, back at the girl.
“Like what?”
Larry ran down the stairs, went out the back door of the kitchen. Grant watched from upstairs. Larry moved quickly across the small grassy area between the houses, to the fence where the girl stood, bending over. She didn’t see him sneaking up behind her. Suddenly, he grabbed her up; one arm around her waist lifting her over the small fence. The other hand was covering her mouth. She yelled, but it was muffled. She struggled but he was already moving towards the kitchen door.
Grant jumped up, ran down the stairs, got to the kitchen just as he dragged the girl inside. Grant opened the basement door; Larry dragged the girl down the stairs. They had done a lot of soundproofing so they could run their hobby equipment late at night. Grant closed the door behind them.
Roberta fought, but she was being held too far off the ground, and he had a hand over her mouth to silence her. She managed to get out a couple of brief cries, but in seconds they were in his house and going into his basement. She could really smell her lipstick for some reason. Suddenly they stopped by a work bench. There were just a few lights on.
Roberta saw her neighbor Mr. Hagman standing there, leering at her. Another man did too. She didn’t know this man. He was pretty big, pretty fat. Of course, they were both taller than her. Mr. Hagman flipped a switch, held up an electric tool. Some kind of small drill. He clicked it on and off a few times. He spoke at her.
“Listen up, dear. You do what we say, or I start drilling little holes in you. You understand me?”
He held the drill close to her face. She was shaking, scared to death, not sure what to do or what to say or anything. Finally, she nodded quickly,
“Yes! Yes! I understand! Yes! Ok!” She thought maybe they wanted her to make something.
Mr. Hagman put the drill down. He turned to her, told the fat guy to hold her arms. The fat man grabbed her arm, turned her, grabbed her other arm and held them loosely behind her back. “Don’t move…” he growled.
Larry moved his fingers to her pajama top. Slowly, her gripped the top of it, just above the top button. The violently he ripped it open, tearing the four buttons. He forced her top back off her shoulders. Grant took it off of her. Little Roberta, twelve-year-old Roberta, kept pleading, as she was crying,
“Please, Mr. Hagman, don’t, don’t, please…. I haven’t got anything on….”
Larry reached around her, undid her bra, pulled it off of her. Grant grabbed her arms again, held them by her side as she tried to cover herself again. Her naked tits stood right out there, all firm and big and luscious. Shit, her nipples weren’t even hard yet. The best was yet to come. Or cum. He grinned, laughed.
He grabbed her pajama waistband; pulled them down to her knees, then her panties as well. He pushed both to the floor as he leaned in, taking a long, deep breath by her pussy. He made her step out, then made her spread her legs apart.
“Farther. Farther. More…” he kept saying. Roberta did, keeping her balance easily, due to her constant working out. Except now she was completely naked, legs apart, in front of two old men in a basement. He stood up, then told her to start licking his thing with her tongue. She looked at him, pleading, then slowly knelt down on one knee. She reached out with a shaking hand, held his dick with two fingers. It was old alright. Big, fat and very wrinkled. She started to lick it slowly with her tongue, touching it as little as possible. He kept telling her to do more; go faster, lick more. She tried to do that, and she could tell his thing was getting longer, harder, less wrinkly. He made her put her mouth over it.
“Go on, dearie, put your mouth on it! Go on, suck it, girl! Put it in your mouth, little girl…” He pushed her head towards him, pushing his dick in between her trembling lips. “Suck it like a popsicle, dear,” he said.
Roberta did this for a little while, then the other man said, “My turn! My turn! Hehehehe!!” Suddenly she was forced to turn, and her face was right up against the fat guy’s big, fat stomach. He yelled at her to lick it; ‘lick my dick’ he kept saying. The other man buzzed the drill a couple of times. She had to bend down some more, getting under his belly to reach his penis. She started to lick it. It was short and quite fat, but pretty quick it began growing. Soon, she was way out by his stomach as she tried to only lick the tip, not the whole thing. Still, he pushed it passed her lips and again, she had some old man’s penis inside her mouth. She felt like throwing up.
Then the man stopped. They pushed her down, made her get on her hands and knees. Then they pushed her down to her elbows. The fat man was between her little legs now, spread apart again. She felt his big penis touching her ‘down there’. He pressed it against her; she tightened her muscles up as tight as she could. Then Mr. Hagman slapped her face. He slapped her again, and again, until she relaxed enough to let the fat man push into her vagina. Oh God! It hurt! It hurt so much! She shouldn’t have relaxed her muscles! She kept trying to cry out, to scream, but Mr. Hagman held his hand over her mouth, while the fat man worked on her vagina from behind. She struggled, but was so small compared to these two men. Then Mr. Hagman knelt in front of her, got low enough to put his own penis under her face, holding it up to her mouth as she was getting rocked back and forth by the fat man raping her from behind.
“Open! Open!” he kept yelling, gripping her hair really tight, very painfully, almost as much as the rape. He shook her head a few times, until finally she opened her mouth some. He pushed into her mouth; she clenched her crying eyes shut. In he went, deep, way to the back, cutting off her air. She gagged; he pushed more. Her body kept getting slammed from behind. Her bottom was getting smacked again and again as he did her deep in her vagina. The cock in her mouth backed up some; she gasped for air. He pushed in again.
Roberta and the man in her mouth went back and forth. She’d gasped for a breath; he’d push her down until he went into her throat. The more he did, the easier it seemed to get. It was like trying to swallow a sub sandwich whole. She thought she’d pass out from lack of air. Suddenly the man behind her pushed in and held himself deep in her pussy. She felt him pulsating; felt his cum shooting into her, a huge amount. God, now she was pregnant for sure she thought.
Grant grinned and pulled out of her tight little cunt. “Man! Man!” was all he could say. He was out of breath; what a trip. Larry quickly moved around; shoved the girl to the ground, then turned her over. Her tits bounced around. All firm and huge and those nipples all hard now. Larry got between her thighs; she tried to resist. Grant moved behind her, grabbed her arms up over her head.
“Yeah!” Larry said. “You mine, now. You my little bitch now, Roberta.”
He grabbed his still wet cock, put it to her still wet pussy. She was still very, very tight, her muscles clenching but he got in, nothing was stopping him. He grabbed her tits, started to suck on it, hunched over, working his dick slowly in and out of her cunt. Such a tight little virgin cunt. Man, twelve fucking years old! He squeezed those soft tits, pinched and twisted those hard nipples. In and back, he slowly kept fucking her, while he played with her tits. He rubbed one long and hard, as he leaned down and started to French kiss her.
“You ever French kiss any boys?” She shook her head. “Come on girl, I’ll show you how.” He pressed his lips to hers. He forced his tongue between her teeth with some tightly-squeezed-tit encouragement. In her young mouth, he squirmed his tongue all over, just enjoying the hell out of this girl’s mouth. He began to fuck her faster. Deeper he went; faster and harder. Soon she was being brutally slammed by his crotch, as his cock, now rock-hard, slid in and out for it’s entire length. He stopped frenching her; started grunting hard next to her ear, whispering disgusting words in her ear as he licked it. After what seemed like a very long time, he finally shot his load into her.
They watched her run out, still naked. Larry turned to Grant.
“You’d probably better get out of her. I’ll say I didn’t know you.”
Grant said, pulling up his pants, out of breath. “What about you?”
“I’ll just say I was off my meds. Jails don’t want to take care of an old man with medical issues. I’ll get home arrest maybe. We’ll finish the PBY model next time.”