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JENNY AND HER NEIGHBOR


Every year at the end of Summer my neighbors rented out the third floor
of their house to a student at the nearby university, where I had taught
history for twenty five years, before retiring early.  The quarters must
have been comfortable and inexpensive, because they never lacked a
tenent  I never gave this much thought.  It did not concern me.  Then,
just before Labor Day, Jenny McPherson moved into my neighbor's third
floor.  I saw her first, when she was sunning herself in the back yard,
clad in a bikini.  She was on a blanket, lying on her stomach facing
away from me.  I thought that she had the most magnificent limbs, from
her toes to her fingertips, as she lay stretched out on the ground with
her arms lying above her head.  She was quite slender but not at all
skinny.  Her calves were gently shaped; her thighs were most alluring;
and her arms were graceful.  The flesh of her limbs was flawless and
very soft in appearance.  Had I a camara then, I would  have taken a
picture of her, because I saw a sight which was worth preserving.  

Later that day I met Jenny, and I was mildly disappointed, because,
despite the lovliness of her arms and legs, Jenny was a mousey girl  Her
hair, dark brown, was cut in the fashion of the Dutch boy on the paint
cans.  Her face, although not unpleasant, was quite plain, with a large
mouth and large eyes, which stared forth from behind overly large
glasses with plastic rims.  She appeared to be lacking tits; her blouse
fell flat on her chest without the slightest bulge.  We talked for
awhile, and I discovered that she was a very intelligent twenty year old
with a wicked sense of humor.

Over the next few days we had occasion to chat  She seemed impressed
that I was once a professor.  I was then almost sixty years old, but
looked much younger, and I was fit and trim.  I was a realistic person,
and so I never imagined pursuing the young woman, who could have been my
granddaughter.  Still we bantered playfully, teasing each other with
double entendres, flirting innocently.  We became friends, pals,
although we did not share any part of our seperate lives, beyond our
frequent encounters across the back fence and in the front yard..  I
came to like her face and flat chest, and I never ceased to marvel as
her lovely limbs.

One day in early September Jenny was again sunning herself, this time
closer to my fence, just a few feet away.  She lay on her stomach with
her head resting on an arm.  She could see me as I came to the fence.  I
ogled her gorgeous thighs.  She noticed and cheerfully suggested that I
was a dirty old man.  I retorted that her legs could raise dead men from
their coffins.  That thought seemed to please her and she smiled.  We
had talked quite racily in the past, and so I felt free to comment on
the lickability of her thighs and opine that any man or boy would
delight in going down on her.  The words slipped out before I could
catch myself.  I feared that I had gone too far,  but Jenny just giggled
and gave me a lascivious look.  Learing at me, she asked if I wanted to
go down on her.  I blushed I'm sure and I clumsily mumbled an
affirmative.  Jenny then got up and came to the fence opposite me,
smiling demurely.  She placed a hand lightly on my cheek, our first
physical contact, and she said that perhaps we could work something
out.  She then turned and walked to the rear door of her house and went
inside without looking back.

I was dumbfounded  by her boldness, although I knew that she was just
playing with me.  She would make some guy very happy, I thought, as I
returned to my house.  I then realised that she had turned my bad
manners aside and neutralized my embarrassment with an outre remark of
her own.  She was such a lovely girl.

The next afternoon, a Saturday, I answered the bell of my back door. 
Jenny was standing there on my porch, barefoot, clad in brief shorts and
a sleeveless blouse.  She was not wearing her awful glasses.  She was
stunning, despite her plainess.  She smiled broadly at me and waited a
bit awkwardly for me to invite her in, which I did after I managed to
recover from the shock of her appearance on my doorstep.  She moved past
me into the kitchen.  She was as tall as I.  Her fragrance was that of
Ivory soap and baby shampoo.  I just knew that she about to play another
teasing game with me, and I then resented it, because I had come to feel
too much for her.  The sight of her leaning down and peering into my
fridge caused my throat to ache.  I could not avoid ogling the backs of
her wonderful legs.  She retrieved a coke from the ice box and asked if
I wanted one.  I said no.  I wanted vodka, which I got and poured it
over a glass of ice cubes.

We went into the living room, where Jenny sat on the couch and I,
purposefully, sat in a chair opposite her.  We sipped our drinks,
looking at each other in the face without embarrassment.  I wondered
what she was up to.  Jenny then put her glass down and placed her two
hands on her knees, leaning forward a bit.  It was a rather masculine
pose.  She stared into my face, which began to trouble me, and she
announced, in a voice which was quite controlled and matter of fact,
that she was a virgin.  She wanted for the time being to remain a
virgin, but she nevertheless wanted to experience sexual pleasure with
another person.  She had tried it with a couple of boys, one of whom
almost raped her, and neither of them giving her pleasure.  I sat there
with my mouth open in astonishment, as she continued.  She said that I
could give her sexual pleasure if I liked, but that she did not promise
to pleasure me in return.   In fact, she said, I would have to remain
clothed and keep my fly zipped.  I had never before heard such
prepostrous nonesense, and I told her so with a bit of anger in my
voice.  She was taking the game too far.  Jenny looked at me calmly and
did  not comment on my sudden outburst.  She looked at me seriously and
said that those were the terms and that she hoped I would accept them.

I drained my glass, got up and went to the kitchen for another drink.  I
had a moment to think.  Either Jenny was playing an ugly prank or she
was naively sincere.  I decided to call her bluff, if that's what is
was.  I returned to the living room and sat next to the girl on the
couch.  I sat so close that our legs touched.  I sipped my drink and
placed my hand on her knee.  She did not recoil.  She looked into my
face and I could tell that she was serious.  I finished my drink in a
swallow and put the glass down.  I leaned my face close to hers and said
that I too had conditions.  I agreed to remain fully clothed and with my
fly zippered, but she would have to be completely naked.  I also
insisted on kissing her face, including her lips.  She thought about my
proposal for a moment and then agreed..

The situation was so bizzare that I could scarcely believe it.  We
looked at each other awkwardly, because we didn't know how to begin.  I
leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.  Jenny kissed back and put
her arms around me.  With the touch of her lips on mine I shed forty
years and became a young man again.  I knew that I would have her all
the way, despite her silly conditions.  I would have her beg for me to
unzip my fly.

I sincerely cared for the girl.  I suppose I loved her.  We kissed for a
long while as I caressed her face and head.  Zipped or not, I was in
ecstasy.  She was very affectionate and stroked my face as we kissed. 
It was a splendid beginning.  We could change the rules later.  I asked
her in a whisper how much time we had, and she responded Monday
morning.  It was then three in the afternoon on Saturday.  I placed my
hand on her chest and learned that she had the breasts of a eleven year
old, hard nipples surrounded by a low mounds of flesh..  Somehow I found
that delightful.  Jenny met my tongue as I licked her lips

We broke our embrace, catching our breath.  Jenny looked into my face
and she no longer appeared to be a confident young adult.  She was just
a little kid who was, willingly, at my mercy, trusting me utterly.  I
arose and pulled the girl up with me.  We went with our arms around each
other up the stairs to my bedroom, where we stood beside the bed as I
unbuttoned her blouse.  I took it off and saw her little titties with
their brown nipples.  I suckled each of them in turn, feeling like a boy
of thirteen, when I sucked Magie Johnston's eleven year old titties, who
did not let me do anything more.  I knelt before the nervous girl and
pulled down her shorts and then her underpants.  Her pubic bush was
trimmed modestly.  I nuzzled my face in it and savored its musky odor. 
It was moist..

Jenny lay down in the middle of the bed.  On her back her titties
disappeared entirely.  Just her hard nipples pointed up.  The rest of
her, however, was magnificent.  I took off just my shoes and sat on the
side of the bed, reaching out my hand and kneading her soft belly.  I
was determined to give her sexual pleasure, even though all I could 
look forward to was solitary masturbation, unless, of course, I could
change her mind about her conditions.  I lay beside the soft, slender
girl and embraced her.  She grasped at me and we kissed passionately.  I
then proceeded to lick on her flesh, starting with her cheek and going
down to her toes, all ten of which I suckled.  I worked my mouth back up
her magnificent legs. licking and slobbering along her calves and thighs
until my nose touched her moist, aromatic pubic bush..  Jenny was
wriggling and groaning softly before my tongue found her engorged clit. 
When I took it into my mouth, the girl went wild, flailing about with
her arms and pushing at my face.  I think that she had six orgasms,
screaming aloud with each, before she pushed my head away and begged for
me to stop.  My jaw was tired.  My face was smeared with her juices. I
lay beside her and we cuddled, kissing little pecks at each other's
face.  I stroked her body, wanting to arouse her again.  I fingered her
between the legs as I kissed her lips.  She was on fire but kept saying
no, no, don't, don't.  My fingers held her clitoris and played with it
until she arched her back, bit my earlobe painfully and cried out.  I
would not let up despite her pleas.  Another powerful orgasm left her
semi-conscious.  She then pressed her unpuckered  mouth against mine and
begged.  Do me, do, me she murrmured into my mouth with a ragged voice. 
With one hand I had my trousers down quickly and my desperate cock
touching her bare thigh.  She spread her legs widely and I climbed
between them.  She kissed me passionately, gasping for breath, as I
pushed into her, ripping her hymen.  She tensed and grunted at the hurt,
but she pushed herself against me and I penetrated her fully.  She was
so tight.  I fucked her in a delirium, sucking on her tongue as she
scratched my back, drawing blood.  She began to fuck against me
violently and then had a monstrous orgasm and passed out.  I pushed in
and out of the inert girl beneath me feeling my moment approaching..  I
pulled out at the last moment, spewing more copiously than I had done in
twenty years over her groin and her belly.   It would have been much
better in side of her, but I dared not.

After a couple of minutes Jenny awoke and cuddled to me.  We exchanged
love words and small kisses and then we fell asleep clutching to each
other.

We remained lovers until she finished the university, when I told her
that she had to go away and find a life with a good, younger man.  She
cried and wanted to stay, but I insisted.  In time I attended her
wedding, gave her away to a young physician.  I now enjoy playing with
her little children, who call me grandpa.

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