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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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   The Neighbour's daughter.  Chapter 8.



   Mrs Larsen's physical condition was getting gradually worse.  She walked
very badly now and had to use the Zimmer frame in the apartment.  Her brain
was still working fine but her spirits were fading.  She often said that
she'd had her share of life and experience, and that it was time to go. 
That afternoon she gave me a key to her apartment.

   "One day, I'll not be able to open the door when you knock," she said as
she handed me the key.

   "You'll have many good years still," I said, probably because I was
afraid to think about what it would be like to let myself in, when the
inevitable moment arrived.

   "I've had my fair share of life now," she said and shook her head.  "You
look so peaceful when you're dead," she added.

   I'm glad I was so tired that evening, at bedtime.  Even though I tried
to think about Sophie and Nina, the thought of finding Mrs Larsen was
constantly returning to my head.



   - - -

   Sleep is a wonderful thing.  The next morning, Mrs Larsen's key seemed
less burdensome and when Sophie knocked on my door, I forgot about it.  She
was bubbling with excitement and began talking about yesterday before I'd
closed the door behind her.

   "It was just so exciting.  I wish we could do it again but Nina has to
work.  We have to find a way to meet, when school starts again.  Will you
have some early days?"

   "Good morning, Sophie," I grinned.  "I might get some early days but not
in the beginning.  We'll have to think about some other way.  We can talk
about it over breakfast."

   "Yes, I'm starving," Sophie said.  "You want to do it again, too?  I
really love Nina.  Not like you but she's so wonderful to be with, you
know. I think I'll be like her, you know, try everything at least once. 
And I actually tried something before she did."

   Sophie was unstoppable and I just let her talk.  She didn't wait for me
to answer the questions she asked and I think she talked for something like
five minutes, before she slowed down and gave me a chance.  Not that it was
boring; her excitement was contagious and it was very exciting to listen to
her.  She talked about sex in a way she hadn't done before, but now that I
knew about her relationship with Nina, it was as if she could talk about
everything.  When she finally stopped talking and began to eat, I got the
chance to say something.

   "It sounds like Nina has tried a lot.  Has she told you about all of
it?" I asked.  Sophie nodded with her mouth full of cornflakes.

   "Will you tell me about it, when we have finished breakfast?"

   Sophie nodded again.

   We finished eating and went into the bedroom.

   "I'm a bit sore today," Sophie giggled as I help her take the long dress
off.

   "We'll take it easy then.  Tell me about Nina and her adventures."

   "She's done a lot of stuff.  Really wild, some of it, like letting a guy
spank her.  Not hard of course.  They played a game, kind of.  She was a
naughty schoolgirl and he was punishing her.  It hurt a little but it felt
really good afterwards.  She said her butt was really hot and tingling and
she was so excited.  She had to count the strokes and thank him and then
beg him to fuck her.  Nina said it was so exciting."

   "Did they play that game often?" I asked.

   "No.  The guy was a jerk.  Nona found out that he was dating another
girl at the same time and dumped him," Sophie replied.

   "What else has she tried?"

   "She's done it with two boys once and . . .  she'd tried to take a cock
in her arse," Sophie said and blushed.

   I'd heard about it but I thought that it was mainly gay men who did it.
I didn't really know what to think about it, but I don't think I'd have
come up with that idea on my own.

   "How was that?" I asked.

   "Nina said that the first time she tried it, it hurt like hell.  She
wasn't ready for it and the guy just forced it into her and said that the
pain would go away but it had hurt all the time.  She walked funny for two
days," Sophie added, giggling.  "I don't know why she tried it again, Being
really painful and all the first time, but she did and the guy she was with
had been really gentle and done it slowly with a finger first and had used
some oil or something to make it better.  It hadn't hurt that much.  But
just when it began to feel good, the guy came.  Nina hasn't tried it again
since then."

   "It's kind of hard to imagine that it can feel nice," I said.

   "I don't think it's something I want to try right away.  I'd rather play
games.  That sounds really exciting," she said, just as she had liberated
my cock.

   "Like being a naughty schoolgirl?"

   "Maybe or maybe pretend that I've been abducted by you and Nina and have
to guess who's touching me.  Perhaps you could be the one who was
blindfolded," she giggled.  "Then it will be more difficult to guess."

   "It sounds exciting," I said and let my hand caress Sophie's back.  She
was lying on her stomach, relaxed but looking at me with sparkling eyes.

   "Nina says she wants to try to be tied up and made love to, but it has
to be with someone she really trusts.  That sounds really exciting as
well."

   "Would you trust me to do that to you?" I asked her.  I'd fantasised a
little about something like that, after seeing a girl tied up in one of my
brother's magazines.

   "I'd trust you to do anything to me," Sophie replied with a very happy
face.

   "I'd never hurt you."

   "Will you spank me, if I asked you to, you know, just for fun like Nina
did?" Sophie asked.

   I though about it for a second.  I wouldn't want to hurt her but if it
was for fun and she wanted it, it would really be like I was hurting her.

   "If that was what you wanted, I guess I would," I answered.

   Sophie looked thoughtful.

   "I think I'd like to try to be tied up rather than spanked.  Maybe I
want to try and be spanked too, but the thought of being tied up is much
more exciting."

   "How would you like to be tied up?" I asked.  The thought intrigued me.

   Sophie thought about it for a moment.  I was caressing her lovely
buttocks lightly.

   "You have to have a big bed with bedposts in all corners.  I want you to
tie me up like an X with smooth, red satin ribbons, tied with nice bows,
just like a Christmas present.  Maybe a bow around my breasts too, " her
eyes were getting a dreamy glow.  "What would you do to me?"

   My hand slipped down to her thighs and Sophie spread her legs.

   "I would . . .  caress you very lightly all over your body except your
nipples and pussy.  I'd kiss and lick you all over for a very long time. 
Really tease you," I replied.

   "And then?" Sophie asked, excitedly.

   "Then I'd untie the bow that held the ribbon around your tits and kiss
your nipples.  I'd kiss them softly first, making them hard and then pinch
them lightly, pull them out and play with them until you were about to go
crazy."

   Sophie was breathing faster now and I could feel the heat radiating from
her pussy as I caressed her inner thighs.

   "I'd move my hands down over your stomach to your pussy to feel how
excited you had become."

   I move my hand up to her pussy and slipped a finger in between her pussy
lips.  It was like dipping into an oil well; a hot one!  Sophie purred and
closed her eyes.

   "I'd just slowly tease you with my finger, touch your lips and slip it
into you, but only a little bit.  Maybe I'd move up here," I said as I
dragged my finger up between her buttocks to her arsehole.

   Sophie tensed very briefly, then relaxed and tried to spread her legs
wider.

   "Does it feel good," I asked, letting my finger tickled her arse very
gently.

   "Mmmmm yessss," Sophie sighed.



   I kept my finger there for a while, feeling how her muscles tighten and
relaxed.  I could feel her open up a little, but it didn't feel like she
opened enough for me to slip my finger in.  Besides, I wasn't sure I wanted
to slip my finger in there.  I still found it a little difficult to
associate it with something erotic, even though I no longer found the
thought of it to be repulsive.

   "I'll tease you for a long time, almost making you come and the stopping
again.  I'll make you so hot, wet and desperate that you'll beg me to make
you come.  I'll sink two fingers deep into you and feel how hot you are,
wiggle them around and feel your wetness."

   I put two fingers into her and began to move them in and out.  Sophie's
hips were undulating, pressing up against my hand.  She was breathing hard
now.

   "I want to feel you inside me," Sophie gasped.  "Please, hold my hands
like you had tied me up and fuck me."

   I was already pretty worked up myself and to hear Sophie say something
like that turned me on in a way I had never expected.  I crawled on top of
her and positioned myself between her legs.  Then I grabbed her wrists and
held them tightly over her head, holding the rest of her body down with my
weight.  I sank into her like a hot knife through butter.  I couldn't get
very deep into her but it felt so good to lie on her soft buttocks.

   I moved very little, only enough to really feel her soft arse against my
stomach, Sophie moaned and tried to push her arse up against me, but my
weight made it very difficult for her.  When she realised that she couldn't
move, she began to struggle even harder.  It was so exciting I think Sophie
enjoyed it just as much as I did.  Maybe even more, because it was me that
suddenly realised that I had forgotten to put on a condom.  I pulled out
immediately.

   "Please don't stop." Sophie complained.

   "I forgot the condom!"

   "Oh God.  But you didn't come."

   "No but . . .  sometimes there can be some sperm it the fluid that comes
out, when I get excited." I said and saw how Sophie's face began to turn
pale.  I had to come up with something to convince her that everything was
going to be ok, even though I was pretty scared myself.  "Let's go to the
shower and wash you.  I don't think those little bastards like soap."

   We went to the shower and I rubbed a generous amount of soap into my
hands, Sophie leaned against the wall with her back to me and I inserted
two soapy fingers into her.

   "Don't worry.  The chances that something would happen is almost zero,"
I reassured her.

   It seemed to work.  Sophie began to breathe harder as my fingers worked
inside her.  I pulled them out, took the showerhead and aimed it directly
against her crotch.  Sophie gasped and raised herself on her toes as the
hard jets of water hit her pussy.

   "Uhhhhhm it's almost too much," she moaned.

   I put the showerhead against directly against her pussy to try and get
some of the water inside her.

   "You're filling me with water," she gasped.  "It feels so funny."

   I put the showerhead back on the wall, allowing the water that had some
inside her to run out.  Sophie just stood and waited for my directions.

   "Do you want me to wash you some more?" I asked.  "Just for fun."

   "Yes!"

   I put more soap on my hands and began to rub her crotch, from the top of
her pubic hair back through the cleft between her buttocks.  I deliberately
pressed my finger a little harder against her, when I passed her arsehole.
I felt more comfortable touching her there now.  I mean, I knew she was
clean.  Sophie responded immediately.

   "That feels good.  Do it again."

   I touched the tiny hole gently with the tip of my finger and felt her
muscles clench tightly, but she purred excitedly and relaxed a little
before she tightened up again.  The soap made her very slippery and when
she relaxed again, the tip of my finger was kind of sucked in, just a
fraction of an inch, then expelled.  I kept my finger in the centre and
wriggled it.  My other hand was gently soaping her pussy, sliding between
the swollen folds of her pussy.

   Sophie began to push back against my probing finger and I eased the
pressure to avoid hurting her.

   "Try to push it in," Sophie moaned.

   This time I didn't give it a second thought.  With the soap and water it
couldn't be that bad.  I increased the pressure and when Sophie relaxed, my
finger slipped inside her to the first knuckle.  Sophie tensed again and
squeezed my finger really hard, but she kept the pressure and the finger
stayed lodged in her arse.

   "How does it feel?" I asked her.

   "Strange," She gasped and thought about it for a second.  "Strange but
kind of good."

   She pushed back at me kind of suddenly and forced a little more inside
herself.

   "It feels really funny," she said.  "I think I like it."

   I'd stopped rubbing her pussy while I inserted my finger and when I
resumed, I slipped my thumb inside her pussy.  Sophie moaned contentedly
and began to move her hips in a slow, circular motion, but it quickly grew
faster and more intense.  I wriggled both my thumb in her pussy and my
index finger in her arse and rubbed her clit.  Her inner muscles tightened
around my thumb and it felt as if she was trying to snap off my finger with
her arse.  She began to tremble and her legs gave in.  I was afraid to hurt
her and pulled my finger out of her arse.  I don't know if that was what
sent her over the edge, but she sure came and she fell back against me.  I
held her up with my right shoulder against her buttock and my left hand,
the thumb still buried deeply inside her.

   I eased her down beside me and pulled her close to me until she had
recovered.  Then we kissed for a long time, until Sophie began to shift a
little uneasily.

   "The soap makes my pussy sting," she said and got up.

   "I'll rinse it off," I said.

   "Don't turn the water up too high.  That stings too and I don't think it
will feel at all good now."

   I rinsed the soap off as gently as possible.  Sophie's pussy was very
red, almost inflamed.

   "I'm sorry, Sophie.  I didn't know that was going to happen," I said as
we examined her back on my bed.

   "It's not your fault," Sophie said.  "And it felt soo good while you did
it," she added with a loving smile.

   We cuddled up on the bed, just kissing and caressing each other.  I'd
managed to forget that we only had one week left and I felt a sting when I
thought about it.  What was I going to do without Sophie?  I quickly pushed
the thought away, do as not to spoil the moment.

   Sophie's inflamed pussy had scared me and my cock had gone limp but as
we lay there and caressed, it grew hard again.  I didn't really think about
it.  Kissing and caressing just felt nice and relaxing after two slightly
scary experiences.  Time passed, half an hour, perhaps an hour.  My cock
was squeezed between us and I think Sophie noticed it more than I did.

   "I think I'm too sore to make love any more today," Sophie said looking
down at my hard cock.

   I looked down at her crotch.  Her pussy had an angry, red colour and I
could feel the warm glow from it on my thigh, which was the part of me
closest to her crotch.

   "Does it hurt a lot?" I asked.

   "A little, but I'll survive," she replied as she sat up and pushed me
over on my back.  "Don't worry about it, just lie back and relax."

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied and put my hands behind me head.

   Sophie placed herself between my legs and lowered her mouth to my cock.
I'd expected her to take it in her mouth right away, but instead she kissed
it lightly all the way down the shaft to my balls.  Tentatively, she stuck
out her tongue and licked my balls.

   "Like that?" she asked, looking up at me from behind my cock.

   "Ummm."

   She put her hand on my cock, pushing in back and lowered her mouth to my
balls again.  Next thing I felt one of my balls being sucked into her mouth
with a slurping sound.  She sucked it very gently.  My cock jerked and
tried to escape her hand.  Sophie closed her hand around it and moved her
hand up and down very slowly.  It felt good but suddenly she stopped and
almost spit out my ball.

   "It would be much better if you didn't have hair on your balls," she
frowned and tried to catch the hair that she'd got in her mouth.  I
couldn't help laughing.

   "You're lucky.  My hairs are usually a fair distance from the parts of
me you're sucking on.  I get hair in my mouth every time."

   "You mean this part," she said, pulled back the foreskin and put a
finger on the tip of my cock.  It was almost too much.

   "Yes," I gasped.

   "I'll stick to that, then," she said and lowered her face.

   She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip.  My cock jerked violently
in her hand and Sophie found that to be very amusing.  She lashed her
tongue over the tip several times, giggling when my cock throbbed in her
hand, but I think she could see that it was too much and finally, she
pressed her lips down over my cock and took the head into her warm, wet
mouth.

   She was still in a teasing mood, though and she just held my head in her
mouth, sucking until her cheeks were pulled in and then releasing the
suction.  Her tongue circled the rim of the head and she sucked again.  All
the time, she looked up at me.  The sight of her with my cock in her mouth
was very exciting, especially when she looked up at me.

   After a while, she let go of the shaft with her hand and put her hands
on each side of me.  Still looking me deep in the eyes, she began to take
more and more of my cock into her mouth.  When it hit the back of her
throat, she gagged a little, but she kept it there until she had stopped
gagging.  I could see a triumphant smile in her eyes and I knew what she
was planning to do.

   The pressure on my cock grew and she tried to force the last part of my
cock into her mouth, but her throat wouldn't give.  She gagged again and I
could sense that her stomach convulsed.  Water began to fill her eyes and I
wondered if it was because it hurt, but I assured myself that one often get
tears in the eyes, when you choke on something and that was probably the
reason.

   She eased off but she didn't give up.  After she'd blinked the tears
away, she tried again, this time even harder than before, but the result
was the same.  I put my hands on her head to ease her off.

   "Hey now, don't hurt yourself.  Don't you think one injury a day is
enough?" I asked her.

   "It doesn't hurt and I'm almost there.  I hardly gag when it touches my
throat.  Maybe, if you pushed me down with your hands?"

   "No way.  I've done enough as it is and you might strain something in
your throat, if I try to force myself into it," I replied.  Two incidents
was enough, I had no need for more.  "Be patient.  If Nina can, you can
learn it, too, but it doesn't have to be all in one day."

   "But you liked it when Nina did it?" Sophie asked.

   "Yes, but Nina's not you and I like it a lot more when you do it, no
matter how much you can take," I pulled her up to me and kissed her.  "I
love you and that makes it feel much better."

   Sophie smiled and began kissing her way back down over my body.

   "I love you, too and I want to make you feel as good as possible," she
said, just before she reached my cock.

   Once again, my cock disappeared into her mouth, all the way to the back
of her throat, but she still couldn't make it fit.  Then she gave up and
began to suck it, moving her head up and down faster and faster and it
really did feel much better when it was Sophie, not Nina, doing it.

   Within a minute, I exploded into her mouth.  Sophie kept sucking until
she was sure she'd got it all.  She made sure I was looking at her, before
she swallowed it all.

   "I'm beginning to like the taste," she said.  "I think it's because I
love you."











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