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Subject: {ASS} RP by RQ "Next Door Neighbor" by Red Dragon (?) (Mf, cons)
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Subject: NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/11
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With my wife and kids out of town, I had planned a great Sunday
for myself.  I slept until about ten and finally rolled out of
bed.  I made a pot of coffee and drank most of it while I read
the Sunday paper from front to back.  I smoked a joint and had a
really good buzz when I decided to take a little nap on the
couch.  Just after I fell asleep, the sound of knocking on the
sliding glass door woke me up.  "Great", I thought, as I sat up,
"my first nap in a long time and somebody's already disturbing
me."  I stood up from the couch to see Shannon, our friend's
teenage daughter, standing at the door.  I opened the door and
let her in.  "Hi, how are ya?" she cheerfully asked.  When she
saw my face and realized that I had been sleeping, she quickly
added,  "I'm sorry if I woke you up.  I didn't realize you were
sleeping.  I'll go now so you can get back to your nap."  Not
really wanting to be rude, I told her not to worry about it and
invited her in.  She walked around the family room, turned on the
stereo, and explained that her parents had gone out for the day
and that she was looking for something to do.  She said that she
remembered that I was home alone and thought I might like some
company.  She was fifteen years old, with curly black hair and
fair skin.  While she wasn't ahead of her age in sexual maturity,
I had noticed of late that she was developing nicely, with small
breasts and nicely spreading hips.  The onset of her womanhood
was progressing nicely for a girl her age.  We had been friends
since she was about seven, when Shannon and her mother moved in
across the hall from me in my apartment building.  Her mom and I
had become good friends and, after she remarried, they moved into
a house in my neighborhood.  "Do you think I could have a beer?",
Shannon asked.  I hesitated but noticed that she had the smell of
beer on her breath already.  "How many have you already had?", I
asked.  "Just one," she replied.  She said that her folks weren't
expected to come home 'til much later in the evening, so I
figured it would be okay.  I got a couple of beers from the
fridge and gave her one.  As we drank the beers we talked about a
lot of nothing, but were having a good time.  We had always
gotten along well, and were pretty good friends.  She finished
her beer and got  up to use the bathroom.  When she returned, she
had a somewhat determined look on her face.  "Well", she said,
"there's no time like the present."  I looked kind of quizzical
at her.  I realized that two beers were probably having an effect
on her, but was sure that she wasn't drunk.  She continued in a
nervous voice that she had come over with a specific purpose,
that she wasn't just stopping by for lack of something better to
do.  "I've wanted to make love to you for some time", she
stammered, "and I was waiting for the right chance.  I think this
is it."  At first I was speechless and then I muttered something
about being friends, our age difference, and of my friendship
with her mother.  "That's just it", she replied, as she sat  down
next to me on the couch, "ever since I saw you and my mom get it
on in the living room of the apartment when I was eleven, and saw
what pleasure  you both gave to each other, I've wanted to do it
with you."  I couldn't believe it.  I had only made it with her
mother once, late on a Saturday night, on the couch, floor and
table in the living room of their apartment.  We were both pretty
high from smoking hash and drinking wine when one thing led to
another... you get my drift?  But we decided that since we both
had other interests, that the one time, while it was great,
should be the last.  "I woke up to go to the bathroom", she
continued, "and saw you two on the couch.  You had Mom's sweater
up and were massaging her breasts... then you licked the
nipples...  Mom was rubbing your crotch with her hand... at first
I didn't know what to think, although I kind of knew what was
happening, and saw the pleasure you were giving Mom, and decided
to watch from the crack in the door.  With that, she kissed me
fully on the lips, slipped her tongue into my mouth and took my
hand and placed it on her breast.  Through her T-shirt I could
feel that she wasn't wearing a bra (I later found out that she
removed it when she went to the bathroom) and that her nipples
were erect and waiting.  I made a feeble attempt to resist but
she wouldn't hear of it - especially since her hand had found my
hard cock straining at the fabric of my shorts.  I carefully
removed her shirt and went to work on those pretty little titties
- careful massage and kisses with gentle sucking on the nipples
had her heart pounding and her breath quickening.  I had to be
careful with her little boobs - she said that her period was
coming in a day or two and that her breasts were tender.  But
after my gentle massage and suckling (I could almost fit an
entire boob in my mouth), she said that they felt wonderful.  I
kissed her neck and earlobes and decided to progress to her young
snatch.  She was wearing neon-pink track shorts that rode high on
her thighs.  I slipped my hand down the front of them and
discovered that her white cotton bikinis were  soaked through -
almost as if she had wet her pants.  I gently caressed her
through her panties, not wanting to rush her to orgasm.  She took
my hand and tried to press my fingers against her clit, but I
wanted to go slowly, to give her a truly erotic experience.  When
she realized that I was slowing things down a bit, she said
"that's what convinced me that I really wanted to go through with
this - when I have sex with my boyfriend, he's just so anxious to
come that I barely have a chance to get warmed up before he's
penetrating me, and, in a few strokes, shoots his load. In the
few times we've fucked, I have had to finish myself off with my
finger.  I've never come from the action of his dick.  As I
remember, you and Mom were at it for quite some time before you
came - you know, different positions, lots of kissing, licking,
massaging and stuff.  Mom must have come a half- dozen times
before you filled her with your sticky goo."  Now this was a girl
with a purpose!  She explained to me that she had masturbated
innumerable times while fantasizing about this day.  She had also
experienced a number of lesbian encounters which, she explained,
were very sexually fulfilling.  Her partner was a few years older
and took a "go slow" approach that drove her to  extraordinary
sexual heights.  But it was the inexperienced, "hurry up" type of
sex with her young boyfriend that pushed her to consummate what
had started out as a young girl's first masturbation fantasy.  I
decided that we would be more comfortable in bed, so I took her
by the hand and led her to the king-size bed in my room.  I again
kissed her passionately as we stood embraced next to the bed, and
squeezed the soft, round cheeks of her ass as we kissed.  Running
my hands over her spreading hips, I grew very aroused, even more
than at first.  I held her cheeks and pressed my hard bulge
against her soft mound, then pulled down her shorts.  Her soaking
wet panties clung to her pussy lips, showing a great deal of
definition.  I sat her down on the edge of the bed, then laid her
back.  Kneeling down, I spread her legs and began to kiss and
lick her thighs, while my hands caressed her belly and pubescent
mound.  Sticking my face between her open thighs, I devoured the
scent of her young sexual excitement.  She rolled her hips back
and helped me to remove her bikinis.  I joined her on the bed
after removing my clothes and, starting at her lips and working
my way down, I kissed and licked her breasts, sucked her nipples,
tongued her navel and finally arrived at my destination: swollen,
pink labia, barely covered with moist ringlets of soft, black
pubic hair.  Her crotch had not yet taken on the heady odor of a
mature woman, yet her scent was extremely sexually arousing.  I
asked her to tell me how she liked to have her pussy eaten and to
guide me to her points of arousal - to be honest with me if there
was something I was doing that she didn't like, or to direct me
to what really pleased her the most.  I wanted this to be very
special and very fulfilling.  My tongue parted her wet pussy lips
and I ran it up and down her slit, avoiding too much contact with
her clit.  "OH! It's so good, so good, please don't stop," she
exclaimed, as her hips slowly moved with passion.  I spread her
legs wider to give myself a good view of this young love tunnel,
and licked her lubricating fluids as they flowed from her tight,
pink hole.  "Let me suck your cock - teach me, I want to learn to
do it right."  I rolled on my back and my rigid tool pointed
towards the heavens ... and her youthful mouth.  "I remember when
Mom sucked yours - she could take the whole thing in her mouth
and not even gag.  At first I thought that it was absolutely
gross, you know, putting a dick in your mouth, but later, after
remembering the look on your face when she brought you to orgasm,
when you came first in her mouth, and then all over her tits, was
explanation enough as to why people engage in oral sex."  With
that, she wrapped her lips around my swollen head and gently
sucked the pre-come from the tip and then ran her tongue up and
down the underside of my shaft.  "Don't work the tip too much or
I'll come right now", I said to her.  "No, don't do that yet",
she said, "I want to feel you come deep inside my pussy".  We
maneuvered into the sixty-nine position, and within a few
minutes, she climaxed with a shudder, wrapping her milky-white
thighs around my head.  "Oh, oh, ohhhh, please fuck me now, I
want to feel your cock in my pussy - I want to feel the head pass
between my tight lips and fill me up", she whimpered.  I
positioned her on top of me and instructed her to hold my shaft
with her hand and rub it up and down her wet gash, paying close
attention to her clitoris.  "I want you to masturbate using my
cock as your toy - I want to feel my cock rubbing against your
outer lips and your juices dripping down my shaft", I told her,
"and when I say to, I want you to let go and bury my penis deep
into your hole - as quickly as you can without hurting yourself".
She wasn't a virgin, but was very tight just the same, and the
last thing I wanted to do was cause her any pain.  By rocking
back and forth and manipulating my cock, she achieved a very
rhythmic stroking action and shuddered to another climax.  With
her orgasm, she let go of my cock and practically collapsed on
top of me, impaling herself on my manhood.  I let her lay there
for a few minutes while her pussy spasmed and her heart pounded
with delight.  Her copious juices ran down on my balls, over the
crack of my ass, and wet the sheets of my bed.  We kissed and
petted some more, and when she caught her breath, I withdrew and
positioned her on all fours.  I took a position next to her and
pushed one, then two fingers into her swollen gash.  She was as
smooth as velvet and very receptive to my stimulation.  She began
rocking her hips again and I moved into position up close behind
her.  "Are you going to stick it up my butt?" she asked, with a
tone of fear in her voice.  "No, not now," I replied, " but I
think this position gives the best penetration and action against
your button."  She reached under and guided my cock into her love
passage and I began my gentle humping, picking up the pace until
I was moving like a well greased piston.  I held onto her rounded
hips as she buried her head into the pillow, the bed rocking to
the beat.  Shannon began to breathe quickly again and blurted
out, between squeals, "I'm com-m-m-i-n-g again, Oh my God, I'm
coming again!"  I felt the semen rise out of my balls and, in a
final stroke, it gushed out of the tip of my cock and filled her
hole.  The white, sticky stuff squirted out between my cock and
the walls of her vagina and ran down her inner thighs.  She
moaned and squealed, humped back against my cock and came in what
seemed like an endless wave of orgasms.  I kept my cock in her
for a few minutes, letting it throb deep in her pussy while she
tried to recover from her orgasmic delirium.  I withdrew my tool
from her pussy, and laid down next to her, her back to my chest,
with my semi-hard pecker nestled against her soft, warm buns, and
my hands cupping her developing bosom.  We fell off into a deep
sleep for a few hours.  I awoke to to find my young lover gently
stroking my leg, feeling my cock grow hard between the cheeks of
her ass.  She rolled over and we kissed and hugged, touched and
caressed, further exploring the depth of our intimacy. I closely
examined her budding womanhood; her pale, peach-colored breasts,
with dark brown nipples that responded well to the touch of the
lips and the hands, and her pubic area, with its scant covering
of soft, black hair and the perfect pink folds of her vagina with
its swollen clitoris standing watch over the entrance.  Her mound
protruded nicely from between her legs, an open invitation to a
ready cock or tongue.  "Do it to me again," she begged, in
schoolgirl fashion.  I spread her legs wide, and climbed between
them.  I put a pillow under her ass and, one at a time, put her
legs over my shoulders.  This gave me a great target, and I
guided my cock between the lips of her pussy.  She gave a little
gasp when I sank it in to the hilt, my balls coming to rest
against her rectum.  As I pumped her crotch full of my dick, her
head went from side to side on the pillow.  She was incredibly
tight, and when she came, I could feel the muscles in the walls
of her pussy going haywire, gripping and releasing my cock in an
erratic way.  I moved her legs back to their original position on
the bed and leaned over so she could wrap her arms around me as
we came together.  I again filled her overflowing with my come
and we came to rest locked in a perfect sexual embrace.  I gazed
down at her youthful face and body, but my loins told a different
story as I remained seven inches deep inside her.  We drifted off
again, my cock still in her pussy, and awoke later still locked
together.  We got up and showered together, washing each others
bodies and drying off with big, soft towels.  I gave her a total
body massage and we talked about the possibility of future
encounters.  We both became aroused again and she asked if I
would like to watch her masturbate.  She spread her legs to give
me a full view and started by rolling her nipples between her
thumb and forefinger, until they were taut and erect.  While
still playing with one, she put her other hand between her legs
and began to stroke her crotch.  "Is this the way you've been
doing it," I asked, "when you planned today's little escapade?"
"Hundreds of times", she said, "but none turned out as good as
today".  She took my hand away from my swollen tool and mounted
me for one last ride before she had to leave.   We agreed that,
when the situation presented itself again, we would, like today,
make the most of it.  Stay tuned.



-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.


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