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My Neighhbor, Mr. Brown
by
Joseph Greenwald
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NOTE: This story is for adult fiction and features erotic material dealing with
intergenerational and interracial sex.
Don't read it if this sort of literature offends you and don't allow children to
read it..
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My Neighbor, Mr. Brown
My name is Ashley. I am 13 years old. I am 4' 11" tall, have long blonde hair,
blue eyes and a good figure for a twelve year old girl. I am writing this
because a really nice police lady, Lt. Holliday, asked me to tell her as many
details as I can remember. I was just 12 at the time. His full name is Donald R.
Brown and he is 32 years old. He is black and he lives next door to me. He is a
nurse and works nights so he sleeps most of the day. When he's awake he likes to
swim in his swimming pool or lay outside under an umbrella and watch the
neighborhood kids swim. A whole bunch of us use it, but he only lets us swim
when he's around to lifeguard. When he gets tired or has to do something he
tells us, "Time!" and we have to leave.
We usually leave without giving him any lip so he will let us keep on swimming
at his pool. The community pool is a half-mile away and most of the kids don't
want to walk that far when there's a nice pool right here. Well. . . one day, I
think it was about the middle of July, I forgot my key and got locked out of
the house. My dad was at work and mom was shopping or getting her hair done or
something. Anyway, Mr. Brown called "Time!" and I didn't want to go home and sit
in the backyard waiting for mom or dad. All of the kids had somewhere to go so I
went back to Mr. Brown's house to ask him if I could swim a little longer or
just lay beside the pool and read. He had already gone inside his house, but the
door wasn't locked. I went in to look for him.
He wasn't in the kitchen or living room or the family room. The door to the
hallway bath was open, but he wasn't there either. I finally spotted him in the
bedroom. He was laying on the bed naked! And, he was rubbing himself with some
kind of body lotion. Well. . . I had never seen a naked man before, except for
dad, so I was curious. I just kept quiet and watched him. It didn't take him
long to rub the lotion in and I thought he would just go to sleep when he was
done, but he didn't. Instead he began fondling his penis. It was not real big
when he started, but it got longer and thicker pretty quick. As it did the head
poked out. I had never seen an uncircumicised man before and I thought that it
was really wicked. I started to laugh, but cut it off with a cough.
Mr. Brown heard me. He jerked upright and said, "What in the H---?" At the same
time, he jammed a pillow between his legs to hide himself.
"I could ask the same of you," I said. "I can't go home. My mom and dad are at
work and I forgot my key. It's too hot to be outside unless you let me swim a
little longer."
"Hell, no!" he said, "I can't let you swim. Do you always peak in on strange
men in their bedroom?"
"Not always," I said, "but I've never seen a naked black man and I was curious."
"Curiosity satisfied?" he asked.
"Not really. I didn't get a really good look. Will you let me watch you a
while longer?" It was better than going home and sitting in the backyard without
anything to do. Mr. Brown's mouth dropped open so I quickly added, "Don't be
such a prude! I know what you were doing, Mr. Brown. You were jacking off. I
never seen a man jack off before and I want to see what happens." [I guess I
kind of provoked him, Lt. Holliday.]
I saw he was thoroughly confused. I mean I was only twelve years old, a white
girl and he was a thirty-two year old black man. I was jail bait. But, he was
also very interested. I could tell his penis was still quite hard. "I can keep
a secret," I said, "I know you could get in a lot of trouble if you fool around
with me and people find out. I just want to watch and I won't tell anybody." He
seemed to be thinking it over and I knew he would let me stay and watch. That
made me feel so wicked.
"Well," he said, "Come on over and have a good look." So, I went over and sat
down on the bed next to him and waited to see what would happen. He took away
the pillow and grabbed his penis with his left hand and bent it way back and let
go so it slapped against his tummy. Then he reached between his legs and
rearranged his balls. This was exciting! Then, he took hold of his penis and
began stroking it very gently. I thought it was super-boss! "I like it," I said.
"You have a very nice penis. It is so big and black and stiff." "Thank you," he
said. Then he looked me at me very intently and began stroking on it faster and
faster. He smiled and rolled his eyes back and began breathing hard. So
exciting! So, I said, "Can I touch it? Just so I will know what it feels like."
Mr. Brown looked at me soulfully, took away his hand and let me do what I
wanted. I touched it very lightly. It was hard, but very smooth and very warm. I
squeezed it and found it gave way to my touch very nicely. I liked it. It was so
big. I wanted to measure it, but I didn't have a ruler so I asked Mr. Brown how
big it was. He said, "I don't know. I've never measured it. I guess it's
somewhere between 7 and 8 inches." "That's a nice size," I said and began doing
what he had been doing. I jacked him off. [Yes, that's right, Lt. Holliday. I
initiated it.] He lay back on the bed and let me do what I wanted. He smiled and
began breathing hard and closed his eyes. I noticed his body tense up and his
penis got harder and his balls tightened up in their sack and just came up
beside his penis and seemed to disappear inside his body somewhere. Suddenly, he
moaned and gasped for air and his penis began spitting out some white stuff.
That was his cum or semen. He spit out any awful lot of it. It made a mess on
his tummy and some of it got on my arm and he seemed to pass out. He came to a
couple of minutes later and said I had done a great job. I was happy. It had
been a lot of work! My mom had never told me much about sex so I wasn't real
sure if I had had sex with Mr. Brown. So I asked him if this was what fucking
was all about. He laughed and said I had just jacked him off.
"You just used your hand to make my dick cum," he said. "Fucking is where I
would put my dick inside your pussy."
I hadn't known that, so I said, "So that's what a pussy is for! It's not just
so babies can come out."
"Right," he said.
"Jacking off is nice, but I think you had more fun from it than I did," I said,
"and it's a lot of work for the woman. Is fucking any better for a woman?"
"Yes, of course," he said. "When you're grown up and start having sex with a
man you will find it is very beautiful and very pleasurable."
"I can't do it now?" she said.
"Not yet," he said. "Your pussy is big enough yet. You will have to wait until
you grow up."
"That isn't true," I said. "I've had my first period and I am almost grown up.
Want to see?"
I slipped out of my pretty, blue one-piece swimsuit. My boobs were still small,
bu they were more than a little girl would have. The nipples were already real
big and they stuck out two inches. I even had some blonde hair around my pussy.
I wanted Mr. Brown to see exactly what a pretty woman I was. So I stood up and
turned my butt to him and bent over, spreading my legs to show him my pussy.
I even spread the lips so he could see my hole. "I wanna try it, Mr. Brown," I
said. "Please?"
He didn't trust me enough at that point to risk it. "No," he said. "It wouldn't
be right."
"Isn't there anything we can do that would be as much fun for me as it was for
you?" I asked.
He said he could rub or maybe lick my pussy and make me cum that way. [Yes, Lt.
Holliday. That was his idea.] I said licking sounded good. He said I should turn
around again and back up on his face. He blew on my pussy and teased it with his
finger for a while, telling me I had a really sweet little pussy. He really
surprised me when he said he liked my asshole too. I hadn't known a men would
like that body part. The dirty beasts! It didn't bother me that much though.
Especially since he stopped talking and began licking and sucking on my pussy
lips and clit. He even ran his tongue deep inside my pussyhole. I liked that
too. I asked him how it tasted and he said, "Super nice! Creamy and satisfying."
What I liked best was his tongue lapping around my clit. He kept it up for
several minutes and gradually began breathing hard. Something overpowered me! I
knew I was thrashing around on Mr. Brown's face and grinding my groin on to his
mouth, but I couldn't control myself. "So this," I thought when it was all
over, "is what sex is all about." I didn't take as long to recover as Mr. Brown
had. When I did, I climbed off and lay down beside him, hugging him and kissing
him.
"Ashley," he said. "I think you just had your first orgasm. Is that right?"
"Yessss, Mr. Brown," I said.
"Call me Don. Ashley, your orgasms will stronger and better as you grow up." He
rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "It's almost 5:00. Think
your mom might be home now?"
"Yeah," I said. "It was a really nice way to spend the afternoon. Don't worry,
Mr. Brown. I won't tell anybody, but you have to promise we'll do it again real
soon."
"Promise," he said.
The next time we had sex was a week later. Mom had gone shopping again and I
went over to Mr. Brown's to swim again. He only let us kids swim for an hour and
a half and then he said he had something he wanted to do. Could we go home. The
other kids said they were going to the community pool, but I didn't want to walk
that far in the heat. I told them I was going to go home and watch TV. As soon
as they were out of sight I went back to Mr. Browns because, well, maybe what he
wanted to do involved me. I walked in the house and he was still in the living
room. He smiled at me and said he was glad I had come back.
"I was just wondering what it is you wanted to do," I said.
"Oh," he said. "I wanted to take a shower and go to bed. Do you need a shower,
Ashley?"
"Sure do," I said.
"Come on then," he said, leading me to the master bath. It was real big. I
hadn't been there before. The shower was a walk-in with a door and it was big
enough for three or four people. I was impressed. "Plenty of room for both of
us," he said, stripping off his black swimming trunks. "Yeah," I giggled,
pulling off the two piece orange bikini I was wearing. Both of us went in the
shower together. I said I need a shampoo because the water had gotten in under
my swimcap and it was yucky from the chlorine. He put a big dallop of shampoo in
his hand and shampooed my hair. He did a real good job, rinsed it and repeated.
Then he knelt down so I could do him. He's real tall--6' 2", but was quick and
easy because his hair is real short and frizzy.
When we were done with the shampoo, he took the soap, Irish Spring I think, it
was, and soaped me down everywhere from my face to my feet. He gave my boobs and
my pussy and my butt a lot of attention. And, then it was my turn. I soaped him
down everywhere too. I liked soaping his hairy chest and his penis, too. It
didn't get hard so I had to roll back the foreskin to get it nice and clean. I
liked soaping his balls and his butt too. He has such small, tight buns. We
rinsed off the soap real good and stepped out of the shower. I was really glad
he had a lot of towels for us to dry off with. He dried me off and I dried him
off. And then we went in the bedroom and I lay down on the bed and spread my
legs wide. He lay down between them and licked my pussy until I came again. I
guess he really knew how to please a woman. When he finished he asked me if I
could use my mouth on him. [Yes, it was his idea, Lt. Holliday.]
So he taught me how to give a man a blowjob. You just lick around the penis,
giving a lot of attention to the head and rim of the head and to the peehole and
you take it into your mouth and you don't blow, you suck on it and you keep on
licking it while you do that. And. . . you stroke it with your hand, you jack
him off while you suck and lick and that really gives the man a high. He cums
and you have to be careful or what happened to me the first time with Mr. Brown
will happen to you. He shot his cum into my mouth and it was sticky and salty
and had yucky, bitter taste. The worst was the stickiness. You have to gargle
three times to get the taste and feel of it out of your mouth. After that, I was
careful to pull Mr. Brown's penis out of my mouth before he came. How many times
did I do him orally? Maybe, five or six?
Then, it was time for me to go home again. But, me and Mr. Brown just started
getting together every Wednesday afternoon, the day my mom always had a beauty
appointment. The third time we got together, Mr. Brown had rented a porn video
and we watched it together. Yeah, I remember. He got it from Video West. I don't
remember the name of the video, but it showed black men having sex with white
women. It was real interesting. Mr. Brown got real excited from watching it, but
he didn't want to fuck me. I guess he still thought I was too young. He licked
my pussy again and showed me how to do a "69', but it didn't work too good. Our
sizes were just too different. If I could reach his penis, he couldn't reach my
pussy and vice versa. So he licked me first while I gave him a handjob. He took
my hand away a couple of times. He said he didn't want to cum too soon. That
didn't stop me from cumming. I mean, I came every time I had sex with Mr. Brown.
I love him. Nothing bad is going to happen to him, is it?
When I had my climax, he said he wanted to do something extra-special for both
of us. I said, "Whatever do you have in mind? Change your mind about fucking
me?"
"Can't do that," he said. "What I would like to do is lick you in a very special
place whle I jack off."
I didn't understand what he meant and said, "That's not new. You lick my pussy
all the time."
"Well, your pussy is very special and I love it very much, but that's not the
special place I had in mind."
There is another place that even more special for me. It won't hurt and you
will probably like it too."
Finally it dawned on me. "Oh, you mean my asshole, don't you?"
He didn't say a word, but began pushing his tongue up the sides of my asscrack,
licking all around the hole at first, but finally zeroing in on it. I didn't
know how to respond when I felt his tongue pushing at the hole. He took his
mouth away and said, "Ashley, I need your help. Relax your muscles there and let
my tongue come in." It was hard to do. You usually relax to let stuff out of
that hole, not to let stuff get in. But I worked on it and gradually I felt his
tongue entering me, a half inch or so at first. He held it there, giving me time
to relax even more amd then pushing his tongue even more deeply inside. His
tongue must have been over an inch deep inside me when he began licking very
gently. I found I liked the sensation and I liked the idea a man would humble
himself for his pleasure and for mine. A little deeper and he began pushing and
withdrawing his tongue, just like he was fucking my asshole with his tongue. He
did this for a minute or so and then pulled his tongue out.
"Ashley," he said, "Can you sit upright on my face and pump your butt against
my face?"
"Oh," I said, "you want me to fuck your tongue with my asshole, don't you?"
That's exactly what he wanted. [And, yes, Lt. Holliday, it WAS his idea.] Yes,
I did what he asked me to do. All this time he had been jacking himself off and,
I swear, it only took ten or fifteen seconds before he came. It was really good
for him. His cum shot out two feet. I even got some of it on her thighs. I was
happy that I had brought him off and that he had such a good time. Speaking of
time, it really flew that afternoon. It was 6:30 and mom and dad were both
wondering where I was and whether in some kind of trouble. Dad had even driven
around looking for me. I told them I had just been playing in the neighborhood
and had lost track of the time.
You asked me when we started having regular intercourse, Lt. Holliday. It was
the two Wednesdays later.
We missed the next Wednesday because I had my period. Both of us were really
horny and it just happened. I had sat on his face so he could lick my pussy and
he made me cum like always and we got done and he hadn't gotten off yet. I'm
sure he expected me to turn around and give him a blowjob. How do I know?
Because that's what he said later. But, I didn't do that. I just slid down and
put his penis inside me before he knew what was happening. [Yes, my idea, Lt.
Holliday.] It went in without much trouble. I was really wet down there, you
know. And, it felt good from the very first--I guess because we started with
handjobs and oral sex first. I pumped up and down for a couple minutes. It was
more tiring than I had expected. Mr. Brown saw I was real tired so he rolled me
over and said it was a man's work.
So there we were. I, a twelve-year old white girl, was laying on my back naked
with my legs spread wide. Between them was a naked thirty-two year old black
man, resting on his knees and elbows. His penis was just where I wanted it: in
my pussy. I was in heaven. He began stroking his penis in and out of me deeply,
but slowly. I felt his penis jerk as he went deep inside me, but the real
excitement came from feeling his ball sac bouncing off my butt cheeks and
knowing his penis couldn't go any deeper. I felt like I was a full-grown woman,
taking a full-grown man and liking it. Like it? I loved it! I wanted to go on
fucking Mr. Brown forever. It was that good. Everything has to end though. I
wasn't worried about getting pregnant. I mean, I was really ignorant thanks to
my mom and dad. I didn't know you could get pregnant as soon as you have your
first period. I guess Mr. Brown should have known better. He did offer to pull
out and put on a rubber, but I told him I didn't want that. I wanted his cum.
And I got it--in buckets.
"I was really lucky that month. I didn't get pregnant and like, we were fucking
every Wednesday and every other chance we got. When, Lt. Holliday? We started
getting together Sunday mornings too. I just refused to go to church and went
over to see Mr. Brown while mom and dad went. It was the next month that I got
in trouble. I missed my period. I hid it and managed to keep it secret until I
was four months pregnant. I was thirteen then. My mom noticed I was getting
"fat" and took me to the doctor who told her it wasn't fat. She and dad had a
real shit fit. They were really on my case. They wanted to know who, what, where
and when. I didn't want to tell them and I didn't until I had a chance to talk
with Mr. Brown. [No, he didn't know I was pregnant, Lt. Holliday.] I guess he
was afraid of what might happen and he left town the very next day leaving all
his stuff behind. He abandoned me. That's why I told my mom who it was and. . .
That's why I'm telling you my story, Lt. Holliday. Nothing bad is going to
happen to Mr. Brown, is it? You haven't caught him yet, have you? You 're not
going to let mom make me get an abortion, are you?"
The End
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