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“Can hardly back out now” Amely told herself.
Just for a second she glanced across at her own bedroom window, not twenty
feet from where she now stood in her neighbor’s palatial suite across the
way.
For his part, Dave Collins remained seated in the bedroom chair, gazing
with unabashed lust at his soon-to-be teenage conquest. Cognizant of the
fact she was now of legal age – after all, he had attended at the behest
of her parents, the girl’s eighteenth birthday party just a week earlier –
he aimed to make at the very least, a down-payment on the years of
aggravated tease he had endured watching her grow from a cutesy pre-teen
to the curvy young schoolgirl that now stood across the room from him.
Dressed as she was in that short denim skirt teamed with a simple though
tight-fitting rose-colored top, one could hardly be surprised were the
man’s thoughts to be aired aloud. She had come here of her own volition,
dressed somewhat provocatively as usual. Slim with shoulder-length curly
brown hair, yet standing only five-two, she would have appeared to any
onlooker to be no more than fifteen or sixteen.
Aware from an early age that her next-door neighbor always seemed to be
somewhere close-by when she was outside playing, she began to see a
pattern to his activities as she moved into her teenage years. If she was
hanging clothes out, he would call out “Hi Amely” over the fence. Not
infrequently, he would walk up to the grocery store when she would be
running errands for her mom. Always the same breezy “Hi Amely,” or “How’s
School?” She began to enjoy the attention.
Why he and his wife had no children of their own she couldn’t say but what
was obvious, whenever any opportunity came-up for him to talk to her, he
would seize the opportunity with considerable relish.
Moving into her mid-teens she sensed her neighbor’s interest in her
developing body. More than once she noticed him at the upstairs window
when she was sunning herself by the pool. Didn’t take much in the way of
geometric application to figure out that in his case, the angle of
incidence between her swim-top and cleavage was pretty much equal to the
visible hypotenuse down her rear cleft when she would bend over to
retrieve a towel. She made it a habit in fact (whenever he was there at
least) to thus accentuate if not prolong any such body movement.
Dave himself was once even caught-out by his wife in as compromising a
position as may be envisaged. Seated in his chair near the open window,
staring down at the young girl’s barely-clad rear-end, he was jerking
himself to glory courtesy of both the visuals and his own rampantly impure
thought-processes, when his spouse walked in.
“Dave Collins!” she squealed in abject jealous rage. “Are you spying on
that little hussy next door again?” then, walking to the window as he
feverishly tried hiding the evidence of his indiscretion, she stood there
hands-on-hips. “I knew it – she’s walking round in just her bikini…and
only a teenage girl too – what’s WRONG with you Dave?”
It was less than eighteen months later that she left him.
Three years on and Dave’s fantasies had evolved big time. No longer was he
satisfied by the frequent display of the girl’s cleavage and a deal of
orgasmic solace brought on by imagining her in multiple provocative poses
in his own bedroom. To put it succinctly if not quite crudely – he wanted
his hands down her panties!
Nor had Amely reached her tender eighteen years without some radically
wayward hormonal input. From sixteen onwards, she had orchestrated many a
satisfied moment in bed, imagining herself to be the submissive plaything
of her admittedly good-looking neighbor. Simply the thought of him
watching her through her bedroom window dressing for school some mornings,
made her so hot she was still moist at recess. To ensure the continuity of
this particular fantasy, she had of late, taken to leaving her bedroom
curtains agape slightly, so that any and all post-shower activities
including tugging up her panties and hooking her bra together were fully
visible to her favored voyeur. Had her father known, he would either have
spanked his daughter senseless or grounded her cellphone big time.
Only two days earlier Dave had (for once accidentally) run into the girl
at the corner store and learned that both her parents would be away for
the weekend, having to attend a relative’s funeral unexpectedly. In a
moment of rash opportunistic enthusiasm he had then asked the girl if she
might like to come over for dinner the following night. “We could maybe
watch a movie” he had offered as an afterthought.
Despite coming up with a blush of significant proportions, Amely had
replied, “Oh, sure…why not?” to which he had needed to grip the nearest
display rack for support. The die was most certainly cast!
All of which brings us back to the opening paragraph.
“Dinner” had been a fairly quiet little affair. Few words beyond some idle
chatter although both of them sensed that the likelihood of a movie
actually getting played was on the remote side. Dave was finding it
difficult to drag his eyes away from the young girl’s breasts while
Amely’s hands betrayed her extreme nervousness.
“You know, I can see right into your bedroom sweetheart,” Dave mumbled in
desperation.
“You want to come upstairs and see?”
In terms of a subtle verbal exchange, he may as well have asked her to
remove her skirt and top and go sit on the fridge with her legs spread –
it’s pretty much what he had in mind anyway! Breaking off eye contact but
nodding perceptibly she then followed him to the staircase, allowing him
to take her arm and lead her to where they both had in mind to go.
“Did you leave those curtains open deliberately Amely?” he asked her
quietly.
Still looking across at her home and fully aware he would have been
staring at her rearward figure, she took her time answering.
“Sometimes,” she giggled. “Why? Did you enjoy looking at me?”
“I have to be honest Amely – yes I did! Does that make me a bad person?”
he asked.
Once again, a brief hiatus ensued.
“Not really,” she answered, turning around to face him. “I DID tease you!”
“You still are,” he grinned.
“How’s that?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Just by being here,” he told her. “You must know how I feel sweetie?”
She simply shrugged her shoulders.
“You’re old enough to be my father,” she muttered, a sexy smile still
hanging around that pretty mouth. “You shouldn’t be thinking like that
about a schoolgirl!” If she had been in possession of a lollipop right at
that moment she would have struck the appropriate pose.
He stared at her – quite at the end of his tether.
“Come here,” he whispered.
She sidled over to him standing right in front of the chair. Raising his
hands he cupped both her rear cheeks, behavior that in other circumstances
would have signified a degree of retaliatory action, if not some sharp
verbal admonishment. Amely simply stood there.
The sensation of fondling the young girl’s bottom rendered him almost
catatonic. In his wildest dreams, nothing could have felt this sexy. That
she was just standing there letting him – was more than he dared hope.
So far as Amely was concerned, to have what amounted to a middle-age man
patting and feeling her backside was something of a major arousal factor.
Never having had even a boy touch her intimately, this was totally new
territory and one she intended to explore further.
Sliding both hands up the back of her skirt however brought forth a soft
cry of surprise.
“You really shouldn’t be doing this Mr. Collins,” she muttered, yet making
no move to retreat.
Direct contact with the girl’s panties, the gentle curvature of her
bottom, the warmth of her body, all contributed to his burgeoning desire.
Given her close proximity now, the girl’s breasts jutted but inches above
seated eye-level. What he would have given to be able to suck them right
at that moment.
Amely was breathing hard. She could hardly believe she was allowing this
man to molest her like this and yet her body was dictating the pace. She
was prepared to go farther she knew!
“Would you sit on my lap Amely?” he asked softly, with little hope of her
acquiescence.
With no thoughts of the possible consequences, she turned and sat down
demurely on his knee – always assuming it’s possible for a hot teenage
girl to sit on a forty-plus year old man’s knee demurely! We might need to
hold an open debate on that one!
The bad news from Dave Collins’s point of view is that this took immediate
care of his rear-end fondling activities whilst the good news is that he
now found himself staring directly over her shoulder and down the sexiest
cleavage one could hope to espy in three lifetimes.
Whatever Amely was expecting next in the way of illicit bodily treatment,
being kissed softly on the side of her neck was not on the agenda. The
gentlest of “Ohhs” coincided with several ripples of pleasure making their
way past her collarbone and on to areas of her body that might best be
described as “interesting.” Unable to prevent a gentle squirm, she thought
she could feel something that might be considered a work-in-progress
beneath her bottom suddenly. “Surely not already?” she thought to herself.
Spare a thought for poor old Dave though. There he was sitting in his
bedroom, nothing much to think about except the one hundred and fifteen
pounds of sexy schoolgirl perched on his lap. A face-full of fragrant hair
addling his senses, a handful of semi-exposed teenage breasts within
reach, one curvy little rear-end beneath that mini-skirt, massaging his
procreative equipment and the girl’s parents some three-eighty miles
distant! What the Hell else could he do but get happy down there?
Tentatively he reached up and cupped her left breast. His brain turned to
mush! What purpose in winning Powerball when you could have this instead?
he figured. The girl let out a little squeal and the obligatory “nooo” but
this was soon rendered obsolete by virtue of his other hand enclosing her
right breast additionally. Fondling both of course had a dramatic effect
on the playing field, since his gentle squeezing was causing both breasts
to bulge prominently out of her bra and into his peripheral line of
vision. Her increased respiratory rate simply upped the ante.
Amely could but stare down her own smooth cleavage. Aroused and
embarrassed in equal measure, her body was reacting to stimuli it had
never known but had long since wanted to know. She decided to lie back and
enjoy it. Turning her head slightly she was neither surprised nor
affronted when her partner of more than twice her age, inclined his head
and kissed her full on the lips. Whatever message that sent to the rest of
her body, restraint certainly wasn’t embedded in the text.
Dave was a man on a mission; though spreading the word in the bowels of
Africa was not to be found in his immediate itinerary. Travelling was
though – all the way from her upper chest to the hem of that hot little
mini-skirt. Before the girl could even muster the breath to yell out
“Daddy, where are you?” he had slipped his left hand up where he
shouldn’t, and was even now tugging at her hemline to reveal a
particularly sexy pair of light orange panties curving down between her
legs.
At this she gasped, spluttered and made a really impressive show of trying
to drag free his arm. Not too good mind – the last thing she wanted at
this stage was to bring about his total surrender – just a warning shot
across the bows was her game plan.
Dave was not to be denied though and at the point his fingers made contact
with the front of her panties – at quite the naughtiest port of
disembarkation if one is to be a realist, her resistance faded into the
ether. Any keen observer might even have detected the subtle parting
further of her slim legs. Nothing that might cause one to broadcast aloud
“Holy Hell – what a slut,” but just enough to maintain interest you might
say.
Beginning now to rub the girl’s vaginal area through the silky material,
Dave’s mouth was as dry as the Utah salt flats whilst Amely’s eyes were
closed and her hips beginning to wriggle with enforced pleasure.
“Don’t put your hand inside my panties,” she murmured, just on the
off-chance he hadn’t planned to.
For a while he had no need to cross that particular bridge. The pressure
of his fingers alone on that virginal if not vertical chasm running due
south, was sufficient to have the girl sighing with contentment. More than
once he detected her thrusting noticeably upwards with her hips, to avail
herself of whatever frictional delights were on offer.
“I want you to cum Amely,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck as he did so.
Then in defiance of her words, he slipped his hand beneath the waistline
of her panties, parting her hitherto unexplored pubic curls, his middle
finger slipping effortlessly into that incalculably hot crevasse beyond.
So shocked was the teenager, yet so far down the slipway in terms of sheer
arousal, all she could do was part her legs yet wider and place one small
hand atop her own panties as he began to penetrate her digitally. A virgin
as yet, access was something less than full-screen, still he knew what he
was doing and after a few minutes – she did too! Completely unlike
anything she had brought off herself, the orgasm radiated outwards from
her pussy in concentric circles. Her whole being shook with its tidal
progress, her mouth open in silent ecstasy even before her nipples began
tingling as the nerve endings transmitted their message of good will to
all parts of the body.
For all of two minutes no one uttered a word. Etiquette was responsible
for Dave withdrawing his hand from between the girl’s legs and assuming a
more modest location linked up with its compatriot around Amely’s waist.
It was fully a minute before she even tugged her skirt back down, thus
covering both her panties and the recently occupied crime-zone.
“I can’t believe I let you do that,” she whispered finally.
“Me either,” he replied. “Did it feel good sweetheart?”
Now that did bring a fully-fledged blush to her cheeks. Rather than commit
herself, she simply nodded. He wanted right then to cup her breasts again
but thought better of it.
“What would you say Amely if I asked you to take your skirt and top off
for me?” He knew he was skirting the edge of likely resistance now…. “Just
here in the bedroom – I only want to look at you sweetie.”
Not wishing to be regarded as wholly promiscuous, yet aroused herself way
past the point of provocative tease, she disengaged herself from his knee
and crossed to the bay window.
“So….you want me to walk around in just my panties and bra for you, right?
Nothing else?”
He would have promised her anything at this stage. “Of course honey,
that’s all!” he told her.
Standing just to the left of the ornate drapes she looked back at him for
a moment. He felt like he was waiting for the video ref to adjudicate on a
vital point that might decide the outcome of the match.
With anything but self-assured deliberation, she kicked-off her shoes then
reached around and slowly pulled down the zipper on her skirt. It was a
sight he would treasure the rest of his life. Wriggling her hips
delicately, the item fell to the ground as she stepped out of it. Not that
he was watching, his eyes now riveted on her panties or more precisely,
that darkened triangular area clearly visible through the sheer material.
With a growing confidence and fully aware suddenly just what power a
teenage girl’s body has in the presence of the male desperate, she took
hold of her top with both hands and raised it slowly over her head,
knowing of course that her neighbor had probably observed her doing
exactly this on nights past when she was getting ready for bed.
Transfixed as the young girl’s sexy breasts were momentarily highlighted
inside their matching orange protector as she lifted her arms, the man
felt an intense marshalling of resources between his own legs. This was
hardly a sight for sane eyes, he knew.
Thus clad in just her underwear now, Amely stood there with her arms
covering up her chest in time-honored fashion.
“Turn round honey,” he pleaded.
Her compliance stripped away perhaps the last shred of his sanity. Looking
as he was now on that provocative semi-undressed young female, sculptured
rear-end clad only in those tight figure-hugging panties, flared hips that
blended upwards into the curviest of figures. He could so easily have
raped her silly and been happy with the twenty-year sentence.
She could feel his lust emanating outwards in waves. Trouble is, it didn’t
bother her.
“Take your bra off baby,” he whispered…. “Please!”
She wanted to do it…even before he asked.
Reaching behind her, she located the clasp and the bra was on its way to
join the other accoutrements on the floor. He had no need to ask – she
turned around to face him, both hands at her sides.
If his mouth was dry before, it was now a case of major dehydration.
Staring fixedly at her beautifully developed breasts – though still to
reach their full volumetric potential – he could but watch as she brought
both hands up to her chest and began idly fondling herself, teasing him
unmercifully by gently pulling on both nipples, the resulting effect of
which was lost on neither of them.
Probably unaware that in her sexually enlightened condition she was
uttering now the occasional sounds herself, the spell was broken only by
Dave’s sudden child-like utterance, “Let me take your panties off Amely. I
have to see you naked.”
She neither answered nor rebuked him – simply walked towards his chair
slowly.
As if mesmerized herself, she just stood there arms at her side, watching
almost dispassionately as he raised his hands to the waistband of her
panties before tugging them slowly below knee level towards her ankles. As
her pussy was exposed, she gave a soft cry but stood her ground, stepping
out of her panties now totally naked.
Just what Dave Collins’s peristaltic rate was at that second is anyone’s
guess. Reduced to gulping air to stay conscious, he meekly asked the girl
if she would walk around the room for him.
For some reason quite at ease in his presence and reveling in the effect
her nakedness was having on him, she walked to the far wall and back,
fully aware that even such limited activity was causing her breasts and
nipples to bounce in time with her stride. It wasn’t something Dave had
overlooked either! Obviously with a plan to fully disable his emotional
gyroscope, she paused near the double bed, bending over sufficiently so
that not only her elbows were resting on the coverlet, but her hot little
bottom was now taking center-stage in terms of provocative tease.
Uncaring that his erection at this stage was an unmissable viewing option
even to an octogenarian with bi-focals, he stood up and crossed the carpet
to where Miss Sexy-Cheeks was strutting her possessions better than might
Paris Hilton on to her fourth Vodka chaser.
A new sensory delight awaited them both.
He had never really thought about spanking a teenage girl before and most
certainly not a naked one. Let’s face it – who ever gets the chance to do
so anyway? From Amely’s viewpoint this was likewise, a scenario quite
unimagined, even in some of her hottest and least publishable fantasies.
That said, she let out quite a sizeable yelp as his hand impacted quite
decisively across her curvy rear end. Truth is, she enjoyed the experience
quite as much as her debauched neighbor and despite some minor
procrastination, she maintained her submissive stance right through the
next half a dozen spanks. The sight of her reddening tail quite tickled
his fancy. It was so deliciously naughty!
Speaking of tickling, it cannot be underestimated just how inviting the
view is of a girl bent over a bed with her legs slightly apart, as Amely
was right that second. Should she be thus endowed with a light dusting of
sexy brown pubic hair, this aspect becomes highly arousing in the short
term. Dave was highly aroused already, so this merely tipped his hormones
into hyper drive. Pulling up from his seventh spank he thrust a hand up
between the girl’s legs and needing little in the way of an exploratory,
located and penetrated her vagina with his middle finger. So well
lubricated was she, the situation had promise.
“Ohhh” she cried in shocked disbelief, “That’s naughty, Mr. Collins,” she
giggled. “And it’s not nice to spank young girls either you know,” she
added with precious little credibility in her voice.
“Call me Dave would you please Amely?” he sounded hurt. “As for my not
being nice, how many teenage girls do you think tease their neighbors
stupid by bending over a bed naked and wriggling their tushy in his face?
Not too many I’m guessing!”
“Well I can always get dressed and go home,” she teased, pulling his
finger out as she turned around to face her tormentor.
“Like Hell you are,” he responded, pushing her backwards so that she fell
on to her back on the coverlet. In that instant, both knew where this had
always been leading.
“Are you going to rape me?” she asked, more enquiringly than with any
degree of concern.
“If you want to leave now Amely – you are perfectly free to pick your
clothes up, go get dressed and hi-tail it back to your home. If you choose
to stay though, you’ve got me so damn hot, I think I’m going to fuck you
silly – probably all night.”
“I’m still a virgin,” she whispered, looking up at him with genuine
consternation.
“Then I guess the question is young lady, do you want to stay one?”
Less than ten seconds passed before she shook her head slowly.
“Before I do anything Amely,” he whispered with what she knew to be
genuine sincerity, “I just want you to know that watching you grow up from
a little girl, through your pre-teens right up to the beautiful young lady
you are today, I quite lost my heart to you. I know the age difference
means nothing can ever come of it, but I love you Amely, I always have. If
you do this with me tonight, I want you to know it means more to me than
you can probably understand. I want you because you’re you, not just
because you are such a sexy and desirable young girl……mind you, that does
help!” he grinned.
Unsure just how to reply to his words, those pretty blue eyes betrayed her
feelings at the point two tears rolled down either cheek. Raising her arms
to him she pulled him closer. The ensuing kiss he bestowed on those full
lips of hers, made up for a heap of inconsequential dialogue.
Needing to somewhat balance things up clothes-wise, he shucked off his
pants and shirt, kneeling beside the prostrate girl in just his boxer
shorts. She could hardly fail to notice the coiled serpent within and
despite his many years experience in such matters; he felt a little shy in
fully disrobing in front of her. As it happened, the girl’s curiosity
proved to be a valuable catalyst in the game at hand. Shyly but with
committed intent, she thrust her small hand inside his undies whereupon
she took a firm hold of his engorged and long-suffering tool of trade.
This time the man gasped audibly.
“God Amely,” he muttered, “Talk about keen to test the merchandise.”
“Will this hurt?” she asked softly, still caressing him.
“Not if we’re careful baby.” He answered. “You’re eighteen now and well I
guess you’ve been doing stuff yourself? Right?” She blushed but nodded.
“Yeah well, your hymen is probably pretty stretched now…it shouldn’t be a
problem,” he added with what appeared to be a degree of knowledgeable
conviction.
She allowed him to part her legs which excited her unbearably even though
she knew he was staring, as would any man, at her most private of bodily
orifices. He then slipped a pillow beneath her hips and navigated his way
between her legs, holding his erection now in front of him. She gasped as
he placed the head at her vaginal entrance that she knew was so wet and
expectant.
As luck would have it, she felt virtually no pain as he pushed into her on
the third attempt. That isn’t to say though that she felt nothing overall
however. The sensation of his hardness penetrating her to the depths
caused her to cry out in real-time ecstasy. This was pleasure with a
capital P, Fucking with a capital F, the onset of sexual freedom.
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