Elizabeth was fourteen. She had dreamed of the boy next door for years. Not in a sexual way, but a friendly one. Until two years ago it had always been that way, now however she felt something growing inside of her that wasn’t just friends. They had always played together, after all they were the only two their age in the community. They had played cowboys and outlaws together or sometimes it was playing house where he was either the husband or the baby. Sometimes they pretended to be a knight and lady from some mid evil land. They had even worked together to build a treehouse which they pretended to be either a castle tower or the lookout point of a fort. All of their play had been innocent. Even when they played doctor it was only about treating pretend injuries or sickness. None of their play had ever been romantic or sexual in any way.

Then two years ago she began her development into womanhood. Though she never let it interfere in their playing, she began to dream of him kissing her. Not in the playing way they had done in the past, but in a meaningful way. She dreamed of him touching and kissing her intimately. She had no idea how to actually get him to. To him she was just his friend, she didn’t even know if he thought about girls in that way. In fact he didn’t even seem to notice that she now had developed breast, though admittedly they were rather small. However she was proud of the A-cup tits and thought them quite nice. She had heard father say once, though he didn’t know she was close enough to hear him, “More than a handful is wasted,” as he talked to a friend about a woman they had met.

Still it bothered that Tim, the boy next door, seemed to think of her as just someone to play with. Even when she “accidentally” touched his dick, through his pants of course, while wrestling, it didn’t seem to bother him. She did notice that it seemed bigger than she expected it to be.

One day she was out at the treehouse they had built by herself. Tim had had to go to a doctors appointment or something and couldn’t join her until later. She had been there for an hour or so when the trap door to the treehouse opened. She assumed that it was Tim. She was on the wrong side of the trap door to see who would emerged from it. As far as she knew only she and Tim knew about it. The treehouse was fairly well camouflaged within the tree.

It wasn’t Tim. A man emerged from the other side of the trap door. He looked like he was in his mid- fifties or so. In reality he was thirty-nine. Unknown to her or Tim, he had been watching them for weeks, waiting for an opportunity to get her alone. Finally the opportunity presented itself and was was going to take advantage of it.

With a smile that reminded her of a shark, he said’ “You’re looking good today. I think it’s time that we had some fun.” She shrank back into the corner as much as possible and said, “Who ... Who are you?” He said, “You can call me Master. I think it’s past time that you learn what girls are for, don’t you?” Elizabeth paled, as the man walked towards her. She tried to get up and run towards the trap door, but he caught her easily. He pushed the up against the wall and forcefully kissed her. As he did he began pulling up the t-shirt she was wearing. He trapped her arms above her head with one hand as he removed her shirt with the other. His hand then unclasped the tiny bra she was wearing and removed it as well. He tossed it behind him to join her shirt on the floor. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that she was afraid that she might have a heart attack. The man then used his free hand to push both her shorts and panties down at the same time, as he put his mouth on one of her tits and began to suck. Both were at her knees when he released her tit from his mouth. Quicker than she would have expected, he released her hands and used both hands to remove her shorts and panties. She fell onto her back as he finished removing them. She would have run to the trap door to get away, even being naked as she was, but he was now standing on the closed trap door. She watched in absolute terror as he, still standing on door, began removing his own clothes. She had one arm covering her small tits and the other covering her slit. She had hair down there but only enough to highlight its existence not hide it from view. When he was down to just his underwear he said, “Now for the grand unveiling.” She saw, for the first time in her life, what guys had down between their legs. It was huge, at least to her who had never seen one before. It had to be at least four inches long and wasn’t fully erect yet. For a moment she was entranced by the look of it. It wasn’t until he touched her shoulder that she realized that he had moved. By then it was too late. He forced her into her knees and used one hand to make her open her mouth while the other grabbed the back of her head. Once her mouth was open enough he slipped his cock into it. At first it easily went into her mouth and throat, but as his erection grew to its full size she began choking on it.