Author: wolfcub Title: New House Summary: A man moves into a new house and discovers that the neighbor children are frisky. Keywords: b+g Mg Mb preg? I took some days off work to get settled into my new house. It turned out to be far more interesting than I ever would have imagined. The movers arrived Friday afternoon, and I had them dump everything but the larger furniture into the garage. I spent Friday evening and the weekend painting, arranging, unpacking, and otherwise getting things settled. By Monday afternoon, I was ready to take a good look at the yard. The house was on a wooded acre lot. Just enough trees were cleared around the house to have a decent-sized yard. The rest was still mostly pine with some palmetto, scrub oak, and who knows what else. There weren't very many houses in the area, so much of the surrounding land was the same. To the east, past a couple hundred feet of woods, was a road with apartments on the other side. I was in the woods looking for the survey stakes when I heard what sounded like children giggling. I moved toward the sound and quickly caught sight of something that made me instantly crouch down behind a bush to avoid being seen. In a small clearing, about 30 feet away, was a young girl. She had her back to me, so it was difficult to tell, but I guessed she was about 11 years old. She had straight, sandy blond hair tied in a ponytail that fell just past her shoulder blades. She was fastening a short skirt about her waist, but was otherwise barefoot and naked. Her skin was a uniform tan. Next to her was a boy with a mop of shoulder-length, dirty blond hair who looked maybe eight or nine years old. He was standing sideways to me, facing the girl, and had just put his left leg into a pair of knee-length shorts and was pulling them up. His skin was the same color tan except for a very white area in the shape of a racer swimsuit. He had a rather big smile on his face. They were talking quietly, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. The girl bent over to pick up a tank top. I only got a quick glimpse through the bushes, but it looked as if she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. As she pulled the shirt over her head, the boy put his other leg into the shorts, then hiked them up to his waist. The girl picked up a towel, shook it off, and folded it, then the two of them walked off together in the direction of the apartments. I was tempted to follow, but I realized that I had no idea what I'd do or say if they saw me. Instead, I went back to the house and masturbated to the image of those two adorable children, while imagining what it was I had stumbled upon. On Tuesday, I went to the spot where I had observed the children and found a good place to hide--where I could see without being seen. I got there about an hour earlier than I had been there the day before, and I waited an hour after before deciding that they weren't going to show. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement; however, I did get through a few more chapters of the book I was reading. Filled with hope (or wishful thinking), I executed the same plan on Wednesday. This time, I was not disappointed. After about half an hour of waiting, I heard the hushed voices of several children. Into the clearing walked the girl and boy I had seen on Monday. They were dressed in the same clothes I had seen them in before, but they were accompanied by two older boys. One boy was perhaps 9 or 10 years old. He had wavy brown hair that was long enough to cover his ears but didn't quite reach to his shoulders. He was dressed in knee-length, denim shorts and a sleeveless, cotton shirt. The other boy looked like he might be 11 years old. He had short, black hair and was wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Both boys were barefoot. As the girl spread a towel out on the ground, the youngest boy shucked his shorts and the two older boys pulled off their shirts. I got a good look at the youngest boy's stiff little penis. It looked about three inches long and was sticking up at a slight angle. The girl removed her tank top, and the older boys dropped their shorts. Neither of them was wearing underwear. The brown-haired boy had a slender, three-inch softy that curved down over a medium-sized pair of testicles in a loose sack. He gave his testicles a gentle tug, then began slowly stroking his penis. I was surprised to see that the oldest boy had--by far--the smallest penis. It was just a little nub above a pair of tiny eggs held close to his body in a small but loose pouch of thin skin. The girl removed her skirt, confirming that she had nothing on underneath it. She then laid down on her back on top of the towel and spread her legs. The youngest boy wasted no time in mounting her. It was obvious that he was quite experienced. He slid into her on his first try then began thrusting at a moderate, steady pace. By now, the brown-haired boy had a stiff, 4-inch penis in his hand, which he continued to stroke slowly as he knelt down beside the girl and watched her being fucked. The oldest boy knelt next to him. I saw that his penis had stiffened to about 2 inches. Being so young, I expected the boy to finish quickly, but he had considerable stamina. It was well over five minutes before I saw his body stiffen as he pushed hard into the girl. He let out several grunts then relaxed a little before finally collapsing on top of the girl. The girl caressed his back and buttocks for a minute or two, then gave him a couple gentle pats on the butt. The blond boy got up and made room for the brown-haired boy. The second boy used his hand to guide himself into the girl. A big smile spread across his face as he did so, and an impish giggle escaped his lips. The girl smiled back at him, and the two stared into each other's eyes for a moment as the boy just held himself inside her. Eventually, the boy began slow, long thrusts. After about a minute, his pace began to gradually quicken. After another minute, he was rabbit-thrusting and softly grunting with each thrust. His pace became lightning fast, then he seemed to lose control of his body. It was jerking and convulsing while he struggled to push deep into the girl. A shudder was accompanied by a soft cry, then he collapsed onto her. She laughed out loud as the boy struggled to regain his breath. There was more giggling from both of them as the boy's breathing returned to normal. They spent another minute staring into each other's eyes before the boy climbed off her. The girl got up to her knees and the oldest boy took her place on the towel on his back. The girl straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his stiff little knob. She seemed to grind her clitoris against his pubic bone, which was probably the only way they could get any action without him slipping out of her. As she worked her hips, she ran her hands over the boy's chest and stomach. He reached up and cupped her just-budding breasts. After about a minute, I saw the boy push his hips up toward the girl, shudder slightly, then relax. A mischievous grin came to his face. A few seconds later, the girl lifted herself off him slightly and looked down between her legs. She and I both noticed the boy's penis had already gone soft and was now just a bump between his legs. She sat back down on the boy and gave him a playful slap on the chest. They both laughed. The girl and the other two boys got up and started to get dressed. The oldest boy rolled over onto his side and remained on the towel for a moment before getting up and walking over to a tree to pee. A few minutes later, they were all walking away. I slapped myself on the forehead. I had my phone with me so that I could read while I was waiting. Why hadn't I taken a video of them? After cursing myself for being so stupid, I realized that this was obviously a regular--though not necessarily daily--occurrence. I smiled at the thought of future encounters. That evening and the next morning I worked on a plan. Unfortunately, it wasn't a very good plan. It had an unreasonably high chance of blowing up and permanently scaring off the kids; however, I had been incredibly lucky to happen upon them and go undetected twice, so I just hoped for dumb luck. Most likely, the children lived in the apartments. They were obviously used to fooling around, and they seemed to thoroughly enjoy it to the point where they would not readily give it up. The woods seemed to be their preferred gathering spot, so they probably didn't have unsupervised access to a better place. I was reasonably sure that luck was on my side. Thursday, the girl and youngest boy showed up without the two older boys. I didn't give them time to get settled. "Oh, hello there." They stopped suddenly and gave each other a quick, uncertain glance. They seemed more embarrassed than frightened. "I just moved into the house, over there," I pointed in the general direction, "And I was just checking the place out. There's supposed to be a survey stake around here, somewhere." It sounded much lamer than I had hoped it would, but the boy relaxed and actually started to help me look for the stake. The girl was still hesitant. "We didn't mean to be on your property," she apologized. "We play here all the time. We didn't know anyone owned it." "Oh, that's okay. I don't mind at all. When I was your age, my friends and I used to play in the woods all the time. Is he your brother?" "No, we're just friends. That's Josh; I'm Emily. We live in the apartments over there." She pointed. "There aren't very many kids to play with--mostly just pre-schoolers and toddlers--so we hang out together." "Well, Emily and Josh, it's nice to meet you. I'm John." "I found it," Josh announced before I could think of another lame thing to say. Emily and I walked over to where he was standing. "Wow! That's further back than I thought. No wonder I couldn't find it." Josh peered off in the direction of my house. "There's a house over there?" he asked in disbelief. "There was a few minutes ago. Wanna see?" Josh shrugged his shoulders and started off in that direction without waiting for me to lead. Emily seemed desperate to get his attention, but with his back to her, she had little choice but to follow. "What's the towel for?" I asked, innocently. It was rolled up and tucked under Emily's left arm. She was startled by the question. "Uh...we...I...uh...," then quickly, "We sometimes sit out here and do stuff; I don't like to get dirty." She was looking down at the ground. "Well, Josh is a really cute boy to be doing stuff with." She looked up at me, trying to discern my meaning. "And he's lucky to have a pretty girl like you to, you know, do stuff with." Emily looked back down at the ground, blushing. "Wow! I never even knew this place was here!" Josh called out when we reached the maintained part of my lot. "We mostly play at the other end of the woods." "Maybe we should go," Emily weakly suggested. Josh gave her a puzzled look, then he looked at me and seemed to remember why he and Emily had come out here. "You just got here, and you are the very first people I've had to show my new place to. No one else has seen it except for the movers, and they don't really count." "We...uh..." Emily was struggling to come up with an explanation. "Right," I said, knowingly. "You have stuff you want to do with Josh." Emily blushed, again. "Josh, I gotta tell you: I'm a little jealous of you. When I was your age, I didn't have a pretty girl like Emily to do stuff with." Josh gave an embarrassed laugh. Emily was coy, but Josh was a naughty little boy who knew he had been caught but wasn't willing to admit anything just yet. "I was a lot older than you before I got to do stuff with a girl, and she wasn't half as pretty as Emily." While Emily blushed and Josh giggled nervously, I went for the coup de grace. "I saw you two the other day. I didn't mean to snoop; I was just checking out my new place when I came across you." "Are you going to tell?" Emily asked. "Tell who? It's none of my business if you two want to fool around with each other. It didn't look to me like Josh was forcing you to do anything that you didn't want to do, and I didn't see you forcing Josh to do anything he didn't want to do. I don't see anything wrong with a boy and a girl having a little fun together." Emily looked relieved; Josh continued his silly giggling. "But you don't want to be here looking at my stupid house, and now you're too embarrassed to go off and do it--knowing that I'll know what you're doing. So, why don't we all have a seat on my back porch and relax a little until you can get into the mood, again?" Emily was too embarrassed to know what to do, and Josh was too giddy, so I led them to a wooden park bench that was just big enough for the three of us. I sat on one end with Josh on the other and Emily in the middle. I turned toward Emily, put my right hand on her knee, and idly toyed with her ponytail with the other. She began to relax. Slowly, I worked my hand to her inner thigh. As she relaxed, she let her legs spread a little, giving me better access. "So, Josh, how long have you known Emily?" "We've lived in those apartments for a couple of years, now," he answered shyly. I moved my left hand to Emily's bare shoulder. "Do you and Emily go to the same school?" "Yeah. We ride the bus together." "Do you sit together on the bus?" I let my right hand slide off Emily's inner thigh and casually slipped it under her shirt. I gave her belly a brief, gentle rub before moving my hand back down to her thigh. "No!" Josh said with a screwed up face. "Boys don't sit with girls." "But it's okay to get naked with them," I said, doubtfully. Josh blushed, and said quietly, "They don't know about that." Emily's legs opened a little bit wider. "Do you see how I'm stroking Emily's thighs? I think she likes it. You should try it, Josh." Emily closed her legs and put her hands in her lap as she blushed. "Now, now! No need to be embarrassed. Tell me you weren't enjoying it, and I'll stop." Emily smiled. She relaxed, again, allowing her legs to open slightly. Josh followed my lead and copied my hand movements precisely. Emily's breathing deepened, and her legs opened a little more. I let my hand slip under her skirt. I went all the way up her thigh, stopping just short of her tender lips. Emily drew a deep breath, but she didn't close her legs or stiffen. Josh couldn't see how far up my hand went, so he just went all the way to Emily's pussy. From Emily's sudden wriggle, I could tell he had stuck a finger up inside her. "Do you think she's ready?" I asked. Josh smiled and nodded. I reached under Emily's shirt and pushed it up. She raised her arms and let me remove it. Josh stood up and quickly removed his shorts. His stiff penis caught on the waistband, bounced up, and slapped against his body. I stood up and, with a hand on Emily's elbow, guided her to her feet. Without being asked, she removed her skirt. I led her over to one of the padded lounge chairs on the porch. She laid down on her back and spread her legs for Josh. I knelt beside her and held her hand as Josh mounted her and began thrusting. Josh was really excited, and I could tell that he wasn't going to last as long as I had seen him do the other day. Still, he hung on for almost five minutes before letting out a long, low grunt. I let him rest for a minute before I patted his buttocks the way I had seen Emily do. He seemed to know what that meant and immediately climbed off Emily. While they were fucking, I had removed my shoes and socks. Now, I pulled off my shirt and shorts. Before Emily realized what was happening, I was between her still-spread legs. I slid the head of my stiff cock along her slit and gently pressed its length against her, giving her a moment to get used to it. Her face held a mixed expression. She knew what to expect next, but at the same time, she was surprised by what she knew was going to happen next. I didn't give her time to sort it out. I pulled my hips back and used a hand to guide my penis to the entrance of her vagina. I pushed in just a little then held still. Emily's eyes widened. I pushed in about two inches and waited, again. Emily's breathing quickened, and a look of panic began to form on her face. I pulled back an inch, and Emily briefly relaxed before I pushed in about four inches. This time, I didn't wait, I began to work myself into her until I had all seven inches buried in her warm, wet, tight pussy. This was--without question--the best pussy I had ever had my cock in. As I thrust, it seemed to tug on my cock. Emily had spread her legs as wide as she could to accommodate me. Her arms were hugging my back, and our bodies were pressed tightly together. Her soft skin felt wonderful against mine, and I became aware of how great she smelled. As my breathing deepened, her scent became intoxicating. I noticed that Emily's breathing became short and sharp, then I felt it: She pulled hard on me with both her arms and legs, and I felt her vagina tug hard, too. I felt a spasming around my cock, and Emily let out a long cry. I kept thrusting until I felt another orgasm building in Emily. Briefly, a thought flashed through my mind that I was about to cum, myself, and I hadn't given any thought to how I'd do that. The thought passed as there was no way I was going to pull out of this incredibly beautiful, sexy, passionate girl. I pushed into her and felt a surge of cum ripple up my cock and explode into Emily's vagina. Two smaller shots followed, then a series of mild pulses. I had held off masturbating since Monday, so I knew I was pumping a lot of sperm-rich semen into her body. As my orgasm subsided, I wondered if Emily were fertile. She didn't have any pubic hair, and her breasts were only just taking shape, so I doubted it, but her body otherwise had all the right curves; she really was incredibly sexy. As Emily came down from her second orgasm, she began laughing. Any doubts had long since faded, and she was now reveling in the experience. It took a while for my penis to soften, and even then, four inches was enough to remain trapped in her tight vagina. I supported my weight on my forearms as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Apparently, despite the extensive experience she must have had fucking boys, kissing was new to her. She was startled, at first, but quickly got into it and was soon actively kissing me back. I was hoping my penis would stiffen, so I could fuck her, again, but at just over fifty years old, it takes a little longer than it did when I was younger. Reluctantly, I sat up, getting one last thrill as it required a gentle tug to pull my penis free of Emily's clenching vagina. Josh seemed eager to take my place, as his penis had no difficulty getting stiff. On a whim, I decided that it would be fun to tease him. I wrapped my arm around his chest, pulled him into my lap, and hugged him tightly. With my free hand, I alternated between firmly kneading his balls and rapidly stroking his stiff little prick. At first, Josh squirmed like he was trying to get away, but any time I let up or relaxed my grip on him, he'd push back against me and wriggle as if he were saying, "More! More!" Soon, it wasn't necessary to hold him, so I took my hand and reached around front, between his legs, and pushed my middle finger against his tight little boy sphincter. Josh's body raised up, and his eyes widened--but then a nasty boy smile appeared on his face. Once again, the game resumed. I'd try to push my finger into him, and he'd pretend to struggle to get away, but as soon as I started to pull my hand away, he'd push himself back down on me. After a minute or so of this, I held him with my right arm as I brought my left hand up to my mouth and wet my middle finger by sucking on it. Both Josh's and Emily's faces screwed up. Next, I took my now-wet finger and pushed it against Josh's boy hole. This time, it slipped in easily. Josh's eyes went wide again as I searched out his prostate then began pressing firmly against it. Josh was squirming uncontrollably, but I managed to hold on to him. Surprisingly, it was then that my penis began to stiffen. For a moment, I thought about pushing it into Josh's butt, but it was large and Josh's hole was small, and both were too dry. It would definitely be painful for Josh, and it wouldn't be very pleasurable for me, either. Instead, I decided to let him go. The sudden look of disappointment on his face was priceless! Josh looked at me then looked at Emily, who had sat up while she was watching me play with him. She had just noticed my semen leaking from her vagina and had touched it with her finger to see what it was. Josh pounced on her, knocking her to her back on the lounge chair. It took a few missed thrusts, but he was quickly inside of Emily thrusting at a furious pace. In less than a minute he was done. He rolled off Emily, looked up into the sky, and laughed out loud. Emily and I laughed with him. In a minute, Emily sat up and went back to examining her vagina. Josh's thrusting had drawn out more of my semen, and it was now smeared over Emily's crotch and thighs. She tentatively touched at it with her fingers. "That's my semen. It may leak out for while, so be careful you don't get it anywhere where someone will notice." I handed her my shirt so she could clean herself up. The sun was low on the horizon, and I wondered how late it was. "You two should probably get going." Emily and Josh dressed with shy smiles on their faces. "So?" I asked, as they walked away, "Are you going to bring those other two boys with you tomorrow?" ----- If you enjoyed this story (or any of my other stories), I would appreciate a quick comment. Thanks! https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KYKADDHQSDHAFCAVRWRM