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 (c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001





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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

   If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one.  Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this.  If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help.  You need it.  If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue.  But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

   A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey.  I'm very grateful for their
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant
encouragement.

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   The Neighbour's daughter.  Chapter 4.

   The girls sat in the sofa as always.  We were all very relived that the
math exam was over and any thoughts about the rest of the exams was
forgotten that afternoon.  Apart from Nina telling me how grateful she was
for my help, we couldn't talk about anything serious at all.  Everything
turned in to joking and laughter.  We really had a great time.

   Time passed very quickly and I was surprised when Nina suddenly got up
and said she had to leave.  I didn't really notice the looks she sent
Sophie as she left.  We were generally acting silly that afternoon, but as
soon as I had closed the door, I realised that Sophie had a plan.

   "You know, the thing we did last week?" she said as she put her arms
around my neck.  "I want to do that again.  Can I?"

   It was as if she asked a favour of me.  Sophie was the only girl I'd met
that saw it that way.

   "I can't say no to you," I laughed.

   I took off my jeans and underwear.  Sophie looked at me for a second.

   "Can't you take it all off?" she asked, with a giggle.  "It looks kind
of silly when you still have your shirt and socks on."

   I complied and soon I was standing naked in front of her.  It felt kind
of funny, her fully dressed and me naked but thinking back, I remembered
that it was often like that, just the other way around with Sophie naked
and me dressed.  Sophie pushed me down on the sofa and knelt between my
legs.

   "Don't you think you should take your dress off?  It might get stained."

   "But I got my thing, you know.  We can't really . . ." Sophie protested.

   "You can just take the dress off and maybe your bra.  I like looking at
you," I added.

   Sophie smiled and pulled her dress off.  Underneath, she was wearing a
too small training bra which squeezed her breasts flat.  Once that was off,
it looked like her breasts swelled on her chest.  As she knelt again, I
leaned forward and caressed her beautiful breasts.  She let me keep them
there and put her hands on my thighs.

   "Do you think you will come?" she asked, innocently.

   "It's very likely.  It was so good last time.  I'll warn you."

   "I want you to come," she said, smiling, before she closed her lips
around my cock.

   It felt even better than last time.  Very slowly her tongue circled the
rim of my head.  Then she began moving her head up and down.  I was in
heaven.  I moved my hands from her tits to her head, gently guiding her,
although I didn't need to.  There was no doubt that I was going to come and
it wasn't going to be long, either.

   I motioned her to go a little faster.  She still had her hands on my
thighs and I guess I got a little over enthusiastic.  My cock hit the back
of her throat a couple of times, making Sophie gag, but she didn't stop me.
I tried to avoid it but it happened again and again.  Maybe it was my sub
conscience that made me do it, because I found the thought of my cock
almost down her throat very arousing.  Finally, it became too much for her
and she wrapped her hand around my cock to control how deep I was going.

   It also became too much for me.  I took my hands off her head.

   "Sophie, I'm getting close," I warned her, moaning more that saying it.

   She pulled almost off and hesitated for a second, before she plunged
down again and increased the speed.  She began to caress my balls with her
free hand and I thought I could feel the suction increase.  It was too much
for me.

   I exploded into her mouth and it was wonderful to come without a condom.
Sophie slowed down and my cum shot into her mouth in waves.  I always
refrained from masturbating for at least three days before Sophie's visits
and the pressure was high, thus the release so much more powerful.

   She didn't swallow it at first.  When my cock had finished jerking in
her mouth, she took it out and looked around, then up at me with a hint of
panic on her face.  I picked a coffee cup and handed it to her.  Visibly
relieved, she spit out my cum in the cup.

   "God, it was wonderful, Sophie.  Did it taste very bad?"

   "No, not really.  It was just . . .  different from what I thought.  I
thought it was more like water.  Are you very disappointed that I didn't
swallow it?"

   "No!  Many girls spit it out afterwards.  Actually, a lot of girls won't
even go down on a boy, let alone let him come in their mouth."

   "Maybe I'll try to swallow it next time.  I was just . . ."

   "Hey, no sweat.  Once it has left me, I don't care that much any more,"
I joked.

   Sophie smiled.  "Well, I care.  It's still part of you, in a way."

   I'd never really thought of it that way.



   - - -

   I had an interview for a job the day after my last exam.  I'd already
spoken to the man and he sounded like I had a good chance of getting the
job.  I was nervous when I came to the office.  It was a good job and with
my grades I should have a good chance of getting it, but I always had a
nagging feeling that something could go wrong.

   It was my first job interview and I'd expected it to be very formal, but
it was quite relaxed.  Mr.  Othmar, head of personal, had a way of making
me talk.  He asked very few questions.  After half an hour, that felt like
a no more than ten minutes, he looked down in my papers.

   "Well Eric, your paper are fine and I like your attitude.  I think
you'll fit in just fine.  If you want the job, it's yours."

   "Eh, thank you.  I sure do." I answered, somewhat surprised.

   "Welcome aboard then.  I better tell you a little bit about what plans
we have for you.  The first month or so, you'll be in the head office, just
to get to know your way around and some of your colleagues.  Then you will
be following one of the experienced accountants on his client visits.  As
you know, we do most of the work at the client's offices.  When we feel
you're ready for it, you will get your own client portfolio and go out on
your own."

   He paused for a moment, I guess to evaluate my reaction.  Then he
continued.

   "This is not always a nine to five job.  Sometimes, you will have to
stay a little longer, if the client has a problem that needs to be dealt
with.  Unless it's several hours, we don't consider it to be overtime, but
it's your responsibility to keep track of the hours you spend and then take
time off, when it is compatible with your workload.  It usually adds up in
the end.  Does it sound OK so far?"

   "Yes.  I'm used to working late, so it doesn't matter that much."

   I certainly didn't mind the idea of being able to leave early every now
and then.  That would be more or less my only chance to see Sophie.  It
sounded better to say that I was used to working late than that I looked
forward to time off.

   "I've already told you about the salary, but is there anything else
you'd like to asked me now?" he asked.

   "No, not really."

   "You can call me, if anything comes to mind, before you start.  I take
it you'd like a bit of vacation before you start.  July the first will give
you three weeks and it will be best if you start at the beginning of a
month."

   "That will be fine with me.  I've been busy and it would be nice to
relax a little."

   "Yes.  Everything is settled then.  I'll send you the papers.  You just
read them and if every thing's ok, you sign them and send them back." He
leaned back in the chair and threw the pen he'd been playing with on the
table.  "So, what are your plans for the future: house, car, family?"

   "Something like that.  I figure I'll stay in my flat until I've saved up
a little.  It's small, but it's also cheap, and I reckon I'll be able to
save up a good sum pretty fast if I stay there.  I would like a house.  I'm
kind of used to living in a house.  A car would be nice too, but I can do
without it, living so close to the city.  It will only take me 15 minutes
by bus to get here."

   "Yes, there's no reason to buy a car to go to work," he interrupted me.
"Parking is scarce and expensive here.  I never take the car, unless I know
I'm going to need it during the day.  But it might come in handy, when
you're going to visit clients.  If everything goes well, you might get a
company car.  But don't expect it right away.  It's not something you get
on the first day."

   "No, I understand.  Do I have to go to several clients a day or do I
spend a whole day at one client?' I asked.

   "Usually several days at the same client but you might need to come here
or go to a meeting somewhere else.  It won't be a problem in the
beginning."

   There wasn't much more to be said so I went home, very satisfied with my
new job and myself.  I was home early and I knew Sophie would be home in an
hour.  I felt so tempted to buy a bottle of champagne on the way home, but
I wasn't sure Sophie even liked it, and besides, I was pretty sure it would
be catastrophic if her parents came home and found that she was the least
bit intoxicated or smelling of alcohol.  Instead, I bought some chocolates
and pop.  Not quite as fancy but it would have to do.

   Sophie was very excited, when she heard about my job.  We both knew that
we would have a hard time seeing each other, and every little bit of light
at the end of the tunnel gave her as much hope as it gave me.  She hoped
that her mum and dad would give her a little more freedom, once she started
high school.  They would have to face the fact that she wasn't a little
girl any more, no matter how they dressed her.  I shared her hopes but I
wasn't so sure.  Sophie's parents didn't seem to have a rational way of
thinking.  However, I kept my mouth shut about it so as not to spoil the
good mood.

   It was a warm day and my flat always got very hot, mainly because I only
had windows on one side and couldn't get any real air movement.  The
chocolates were quickly melting and our fingers got sticky after eating the
first one.  Sophie complained, licked her fingers and got up to get a paper
towel the kitchen.  When she got back, I could tell by the look on her face
that she'd got an idea.

   "Take off your clothes," she said as she began to strip.

   I'd assume that we would eat the chocolates first, before we made love
but I didn't protest.  I didn't care much for chocolates with Sophie
around, so I quickly stripped.  Considering the temperature in the flat, it
was the only sensible thing to do anyway.

   Sophie took a piece of chocolate and smeared it around her nipples.  She
didn't have to tell me what to do.  While I was licking the chocolate off,
she began smearing chocolate on my nipples.  I might add here that I don't
have a gorilla chest, only a few hairs around the nipples.  As soon as I
was finished, she began licking the chocolate off me.  I took another
chocolate and smeared on her breasts.

   When Sophie had finished, she'd managed to get chocolate all over her
lower face.  I'd never realised how extremely erotic it could be to lick a
girls face.  When I'd finished her breasts as well, my face was smeared and
Sophie licked it hungrily.  It was just as good as licking her face.

   I took the next chocolate and smeared it onto Sophie's stomach.  While I
licked it off, I out my hands on her buttocks, before Sophie could get her
turn.  Sophie squirmed as I feasted on her buttocks, but she couldn't grab
hold of anything to steady herself, because her hands were really sticky by
now.

   Her next target was my inner thighs and balls.  Now it was my turn to
fight to keep my balance.  Sophie spent a long time getting it all off
again and I enjoyed every second of it.  I'd never had anybody lick my
balls before but I liked it.

   Sophie had used the last piece of chocolate but there was plenty left on
our hands.  Standing in front of each other, we began to run our hands all
over the front of each other's bodies.  It was a mess but it was great fun.


   We started licking each other's face.  Pretty soon, we just licked
whatever spot we could reach, wresting each other for the best position and
we ended up at the floor, side by side, working our way down toward each
other's crotch.  We were both laughing like crazy until we reached our
"final" destination and began to lick.

   Sophie licked every inch of my shaft very thoroughly.  I'd slipped a
chocolate covered finger into her, making her moan loudly into my balls.  I
then did my best to lick and suck the chocolate from her dripping hole.  My
face was pressed hard against her.  Sophie temporarily stopped licking my
balls and ground her pussy against me.

   When I realised that my tongue couldn't get more chocolate out of her, I
concentrated on her clit.  Sophie went wild and pushed me over on my back.
She had me pinned down with her pussy over my face.  Hungrily, she took as
much of my cock into her mouth as she could and began to suck it hard and
fast.  I seriously began to doubt that I'd be able to make her come before
I shot my own load.  She was really wild.

   Sophie was closer than I'd thought she was.  Within a minute I could
feel the tension build and slow down her actions, concentrating on her own
pleasure.  Lying under her as I did was a new way of experiencing her
orgasm.  All I could move was my tongue.  She was in control and ground
herself against me.  I would be able to throw her off, because I was
stronger than she was, but it would have been hard work.

   I had licked her to orgasm several times before and knew she became very
wet.  This time, her pussy was overflowing like it had never done before. I
was very pleased that she was so wet, once her orgasm hit her.  She rubbed
her pussy hard up and down over my face.  My nose caught in her vagina
several times.  It hurt a little, but it would have been worse without the
abundant lubrication.

   She had stopped sucking me as her orgasm approached.  She'd kept my cock
in her mouth and as soon as she began to come she resumed her wild sucking.
It was extremely exciting to see or rather feel her act so wildly, moaning
and crying around my cock, throwing her head up and down over it.  It was
irresistible.  I bucked madly but she had a firm grip around the shaft and
controlled how deep she wanted to take me into her mouth.  It didn't stop
my orgasm, though.  It was wild and wonderful and impossible for me to hold
back.

   My cum shot into Sophie's mouth.  She slowed down a bit, moaning like
she was eating a very sweet piece of chocolate.  It really sounded as if
she liked it.  I did.  Some of my cum leaked out but when I was finished,
she still had the major part of my load in her mouth.  She kept her lips
tightly sealed and she pulled off.  Then she sat up and turned around, her
eyes smiling proudly, obviously still with my cum in her mouth.  I followed
the swallowing motion on her neck.  She fought to keep a straight face, but
she couldn't hide her discomfort.

   "Was it that bad?" I asked her.

   "I kind of like the taste of it, but the consistency is yucky.  I don't
think I'll ever get used to swallowing it," She answered, making a face
like she'd just chewed a lemon.

   She shifted a little and we both noticed how sticky we really were.  A
bath was called for and it would have been great to shower together, but my
bathroom was simply too small, so we showered separately, Sophie first,
then me.  We didn't have much time to talk afterwards, but it didn't
matter. In just five days, we would have ten whole days together.



   To be continued.



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