And although he wasn’t thrilled about her tomboyish hairstyle and clothing, Freddy still thought that Bea had a cute-looking face. He also found her naturally-shy, laid-back personality–and her Anglo looks–to be very attractive. Basically, he liked Bea a lot, and thought that she was a very sweet person. However, that having been said, Bea was definitely not the type of girl that Freddy would normally have the hots for.
But Bea was the type of girl that Freddy could easily intimidate and coerce into having a sexual encounter with him, thanks to her much younger age and her smaller physical stature, coupled with the fact that she had already gone through puberty. And of course, Freddy couldn’t help but notice that the front of Bea’s blouses and tops had two distinct little mounds perpetually poking out on each side of her chest–which frankly, he didn’t have much interest in at the time. And that was because Freddy knew that Bea had something much more elusive and exciting to him than a pair of tiny titties. Bea had a real, live pussy down between her legs. And to be brutally honest, that was all Freddy really cared about that day–as his later actions would prove.
However, at this point in our little lurid tale, Freddy was lying on his back in his bed, fondling his penis through the crotch-material of his pants, while he was fantasizing about what it would be like to actually see and touch Bea’s forbidden pussy, when he heard the front door open, and the sound of footsteps entering the front living room. And when he heard the TV come on, he knew that Bea was now inside the small house–his small house–and he hoped that she was all by herself.
He got up out of bed, and snuck down the hall. He quickly peeked around the edge of the wall into the living room, just to make sure that Bea was alone in the house with him. And to his delight, she was.
Freddy secretly continued watching Bea, as she was sitting on the couch and watching the TV set, which was located directly in front of her, on the opposite side of the small living room. And within a few minutes, when the TV commercials started up, Bea got up off the couch, walked into the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door behind her, without locking it.
Freddy knew that this was his chance to put his plans into motion. So he ever so quietly tiptoed over to the closed bathroom door, and he listened through the door. He could hear the sound of Bea’s urine stream as it forcefully sprayed out in a fan pattern and splashed into the toilet bowl water beneath her. And Freddy naturally kept massaging his pants-covered penis, while he was figuring out what he should do next. In other words, what was the best way for him to proceed?
His first inclination was to simply barge into the bathroom and catch Bea with her pants down, urinating. But then he quickly changed his mind, because he realized that that would most likely result in Bea screaming bloody murder, and possibly ruining everything, before it even got underway.
So Freddy decided to wait until Bea was finished relieving herself. And then he would catch her by surprise, as she was getting ready to leave the bathroom. That way, there would be much less chance of her screaming or freaking out, when she realized that he was in the small house with her. He also decided that he would corner her in the bathroom, and have sex with her in a confined place, where it would be much harder for her to escape and run away from him.
After Bea had finished relieving herself, she opened the bathroom door to leave. But much to her surprise and horror, Freddy was standing in the doorway, intentionally blocking her exit from the bathroom. Bea quickly backed away from Freddy.
Freddy was expecting her to do that, as he stepped into the small bathroom with Bea, which automatically made her back up even farther. Then in a soft-but-serious tone of voice, he told her in Spanish to pull down her pants, “Baja tus pantalones.”
Bea just stopped dead in her tracks and stood there for a moment, staring at Freddy. And that started to piss Freddy off, because Bea wasn’t doing what he had just told her to do. So he decided to ratchet things up to the next level, just to let Bea know that he was now the one who was in control of her situation, and that he wasn’t kidding around.
“What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you hear me?” Freddy asked, as he took another small step towards Bea, and then quickly added, much more forcefully this time (and in English, instead of Spanish), “Pull down your pants!”
Upon hearing Freddy’s “strong request,” Bea undid the top button and zipper of her pants, and pulled her pants down around her thighs, leaving her white cotton panties in place. Then she stood back up straight and let Freddy get a good look at her cheap, very-plain panties.
“Baja tus bragas, tambien!” Freddy barked out at Bea in Spanish, ordering her to “pull down your panties, too,” as soon as he realized that Bea had mistakenly assumed that the reason why he had told her to pull her pants down, was because he wanted to see her panties.
After taking a couple of deep breaths to try to calm herself down a little bit, Bea placed a hand on either side of her hips, stuck her thumbs down inside the elastic waistband of her panties, and very slowly pulled her panties down around the middle of her thighs. Then Bea slowly straightened back up and let Freddy get his first look at her hairy pussy.
Freddy’s eyes were glued to the front of Bea’s hairy crotch as he unzipped his pants. And of course, he was elated that there was no feminine napkin lining the inside of the crotch of Bea’s pulled-down panties, nor was there was there any sign of a tampon string hanging down between her legs. So Freddy now knew that his timing was good, meaning that Bea didn’t happen to be on her period that day.
Then Freddy unbuttoned the waistband of his pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants and his white jockey shorts down around the middle of his thighs, to expose his whole “package” to the young girl. Bea’s eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped down, as she was staring at Freddy’s bare penis, which was already halfway-erect by the time that she caught her first glimpse of it.
“Quiero que juegues con mi verga,” Freddy calmly told Bea in Spanish. And Freddy could tell that Bea understood exactly what he was saying to her. By the way, for those of you who don’t understand Spanish, Freddy had just told Bea that he wanted her to play with his dick.
Freddy continued to stare at Bea’s crotch, while he slowly approached her. And instead of reaching across to touch and feel his penis, she backed away from him just a little bit farther, with her hands and arms still hanging down at her sides.
And that’s when Freddy quickly realized that he was going to have to do something that he really didn’t want to do. You see, Freddy had originally intended to get Bea’s cooperation by using her natural sexual curiosity against her. He figured that once they had both exposed their bare genitals to each other, Bea’s natural sexual curiosity would take over, and everything would continue on smoothly from there. But unfortunately, Bea’s fear of Freddy–and of the situation in general–was stronger than her natural sexual curiosity. So Freddy was really left with no other choice but to use that fear, and to resort to threats, in order to get Bea to continue to cooperate with him.
Freddy verbally threatened Bea in Spanglish. He said, “If you try to run away or scream, I’ll tell your parents ‘lo que hiciste’ (what you did). I’ll tell them that you asked me to come into ‘el bano contigo’ (the bathroom with you), and that you pulled your pants down ‘para mostrarme tu panocha’ (to show me your pussy), and then you begged me to pull down my pants so that you could play with my ‘verga’ (dick).”
Freddy left the bathroom door wide-open, as he moved up closer to Bea, to stand right in front of her, face-to-face. Bea reached across, and she tentatively touched and felt Freddy’s dick and his balls with her fingertips for a minute or two, while he just stood there and watched her.
Freddy could barely believe that he finally had a girl actually touching his bare genitals for the first time ever. And at this point, although he was careful to maintain his outwardly-stern demeanor, Freddy was feeling pure elation inside, because he realized that his verbal threat had worked, and that Bea was probably going to cooperate with him and allow him to have sex with her.
Then Freddy took Bea’s hand and placed it around the shaft of his growing dick, and he showed her exactly how he wanted her to slowly and repeatedly squeeze his stiffening penis.
Once Bea had begun squeezing and actively feeling out Freddy’s dick on her own, he told her that she could go ahead and feel his “huevos” (balls) too, if she wanted.
And Bea’s almost-instant response was to reach down under Freddy’s scrotum, so that she could gently feel out his balls with her with her fingers for a few seconds, before reaching back up to squeeze his dick, just like he had showed her to do. And from that point on, Bea started randomly alternating between squeezing Freddy’s penis and feeling out his balls.
Freddy reached his hand across towards the young girl’s bare crotch. Bea winced and pressed her thighs tightly together when Freddy’s fingers first touched that most-private area of her body. And Freddy automatically thought to himself, Oh no you don’t, you little bitch! Your pussy’s mine now!
Freddy immediately began to feel out the very front part of Bea’s hairy pubic area with his hand. And then he reached down between her legs and started massaging her entire pussy mound with the tips of his fingers. And he could tell that Bea was enjoying what he was doing to her pussy, because her thigh muscles started to relax, and her legs automatically spread apart just far enough to give him easier access to her pussy.
Then Freddy inserted his fingers into the front of Bea’s slit. And he began running his fingers up and down along her crack, and also massaging the hood-covered head of her clitoris with his fingertips. And it didn’t take long before Bea started undulating her hips to slowly rock and grind her pubic mound back and forth against Freddy’s hand and fingers. She was also moaning softly and letting out little involuntary whimpers, punctuated by soft “oohs and ahs” of pleasure from time to time. And Freddy knew that Bea was really starting to enjoy the sex itself.
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