1 comments/ 40098 views/ 3 favorites Neighborly Love By: shagsbeard I was lying awake one night in my apartment, dreading having to go to work in a few hours without having gotten much sleep. As usual, my next door neighbor wasn't doing much to help. Her bedroom shared a wall with mine, and I could always hear every dirty little detail when she and her boyfriend were fucking – which was usually every night. I could hear her just then screaming through the wall, "Oh yeah, fuck me!" The bed springs creaked faster for a moment, and then she said, "You want to come, baby? You want to come? Then come here and fuck your little girl's mouth!" Then I could hear the weight shifting on her bed and her moans became muffled by something, no doubt her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. I sighed as a wave of jealousy washed over me. When I moved in, and first met my neighbor, she had seemed so sweet and innocent. She introduced herself as Kaycee, and I introduced myself as Jacob, and she insisted that if I ever needed anything to let her know. I was taken with her looks that first time. She was petite and beautiful. She was about five-foot-three, thin and athletic, with shoulder length brown hair, and big beautiful hazel eyes. Her lips were full and pouty and soft: perfect dick-sucking lips. I could tell she had a little Hispanic in her, which enticed me even more – I had a thing for Hispanic women. Her breasts were small – b-cups – but so perfectly shaped... and her ass... her ass was sheer perfection: full, pert, voluptuous, and usually clothed in skin-tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. She gave off that sweet and innocent vibe even more strongly when I complimented her on her looks the second and third time I saw her, and then asked her out the fourth. She had blushed and looked down, smiling. "I'm sorry, I'm really flattered and everything, and you're a really nice guy, but I already have a boyfriend." She peeked up at me just then with those big beautiful eyes and my dick went hard at that innocent expression on her face. And then there I was, a few months later, my dick just as hard while I lay sleepless in the room next to her, listening to her boyfriend fuck her mouth while I got nothing more than my own palm to please me. So much for her innocence. I hadn't thought about it till that night, but I think her loss of innocence just made me want her more. I heard her muffled moans cease to be muffled, and she said, "Yeah, baby! Come on my face!" Then I heard his Neanderthal grunts as he spurted his load all over her face, no doubt. She squealed with delight and started giggling and purring like a kitten. This sent me over the edge, and I came right there as I stroked myself. I just lay there, hoping I could fall asleep and they wouldn't go for another round, which they often did. Then I heard her front door opening, some muffled conversation, and then the door closing again. Out my front window, I could see her boyfriend's tall silhouette walking past my apartment and down the stairs outside. I listened to Kaycee's footsteps as they came back through her apartment to her bedroom – louder then. Then I heard the sliding glass door in her bedroom open. Every one of our apartments had sliding glass doors which led out onto a rear balcony. Every two apartments shared one small balcony, and I shared one with Kaycee. Ours was on the top floor, and our building was the tallest along the street, so no one could ever see down onto our balcony. This made me wonder how bold Kaycee was and how little she was wearing. I heard her lighting a cigarette, but the light was off outside on the balcony. I decided I had to see her, and so I put on some clothes and grabbed my own pack of cigarettes and made my way out onto the balcony. As I opened the sliding door, I saw her silhouette jump with surprise. She saw it was me and said, "Oh, hi. How are you, Jake?" I couldn't see any details in the pitch darkness, as the porch light was off. I could only see her shadow leaning over the railing and looking over the city. I had no idea what she was or wasn't wearing, but my hard on was enormous just wondering. "I'm fine, thanks. How are you, Kaycee?" I answered her, lighting one of my own cigarettes and taking a drag. I heard her giggle a little under her breath. "I'm great," she said, and I could almost hear her smiling. I didn't press her about what she meant, because I already knew. "Mind if I turn on the porch light? I can't see a thing," I said as I already started reaching for the light switch. Kaycee abruptly blurted out, "No! You'd better not. I'm not really... properly dressed, I guess you could say." I stopped and said, "Ah, I see. Alright then." I chuckled a little bit to let he know I liked the idea of her in any state of undress. She either ignored it or didn't know how to respond. After a moment of silence, she changed the subject and we made small talk about our daily lives. I slowly inched my way closer to her, hoping I'd catch a glimpse of something, but I never really did. It was a dark, moonless night, and I cursed that fact. After a while, she lit another cigarette and my heart stopped. In the one or two seconds where the flame flickered before her face, I could see her boyfriend's come still glistening on her face – she hadn't even bothered to clean up after he left. No woman I'd ever seen had looked sexier than Kaycee at that moment, her face covered in thick splashes of come. The light wasn't bright enough for me to see anything but her face, unfortunately. She went on talking about whatever it was she was talking about without missing a beat. She obviously hadn't realized what I'd seen. I just nodded along and pretended not to have noticed. After a while, she said goodnight and went back inside. I spent the rest of the night jerking off and didn't get my much needed sleep. Needless to say, the next day at work was miserable. But at least I had thoughts of Kaycee to keep me company. Things went on like that for a while. I would see Kaycee out front in passing and we would make small talk, and I would hear her fucking marathons with her boyfriend nearly every night – the lucky bastard – but I never saw her on the balcony like that again. I think she was afraid she might get caught. After a couple months, my boss changed my shift to the graveyard shift. I'd never been so pissed. I hated working graveyard. It was miserable and solitary. Little did I know, I'd be happy about it later. After my first night on the graveyard shift, I came home at about ten in the morning. I went straight out onto the balcony to have a cigarette. I opened the door and stepped outside and my jaw dropped at what I saw. Kaycee was laying out on her deck chair, sunbathing nude. She was lying on her stomach, her head turned away from me, her perfect round ass glistening in the red hot sun, covered in lotion. For a second I was terrified she would scream bloody murder or something, but she didn't. Then I realized she was asleep – she'd drifted off while sunbathing nude right here on our balcony. When I realized this, I tried to calm down and quiet down so I could enjoy the view. I wondered why I'd never caught her doing this before, and then I realize that it was because I'd never been home at this hour on this day before. She had gotten used to my work schedule and knew when she could work on her tan without me seeing her. I hadn't warned her that my work schedule was changing. I took a closer look at her. She had no tan lines anywhere that I could see. She'd been doing this for some time from the look of it. Her legs were parted just slightly, and I crept around directly behind her so I could see up between her legs. I breath caught. She had the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen: soft pink rose petal pussy lips, and she was shaved completely smooth. I wanted nothing more than to stick my cock into her right then and there, but there were laws against it... I stood there admiring her for a while, then went inside quietly, afraid my luck would run out and I'd get caught. I jerked off repeatedly while peeking through the blinds at her until, after a while, she woke up and went back inside. From my angle, I didn't see anything more than I'd already seen. However, I did get a wonderful view of her perfect ass swaying back and forth as she walked in. I kept very quiet the rest of that day, and ever day, not wanting to tip her off that I was actually home, not wanting to scare he out of her daily routine. I wanted to catch her like that again. As it turns out, I did. Almost every day, I came home to find her passed out on her deck chair, totally naked. There was never anything around her – no bikini, no towel, nothing. Sometimes there was an open book that had fallen closed next to her, and there was always a bottle of sunscreen lying next to her, but nothing else. That second time, I found her lying on her back. I could see everything. Her pussy looked even better from here: the perfect little hood of her clit, wit and glistening, every inch of her body covered in lotion, glistening and flawless. Her tits were perfect, just as I'd thought. I was used to bigger breasts, but her b-cups looked like that best I'd ever seen. Her nipples were small and dark and hard in the easy summer breeze that passed over her body. She was perfect, and I had to have her or I would go crazy. After I went back inside that day, I started formulating a plan to catch her at her most vulnerable... A couple weeks later, I put it into action. One day I came home in the morning to find Kaycee, as always, asleep on her deck chair in the nude. This time, she had fallen asleep on her side, turned away from our sliding glass doors. Her skin glistened flawlessly in the sunlight, each perfect globe of her ass beckoning for me to touch it. My cock ached for release. I wasted no time going about my plan. I knew Kaycee was relaxed about locking her doors when she was home, so I just hoped that held true today, or my plan wasn't going to work. I went outside to her front door, and tried the knob. Sure enough, the door swung right open. Her apartment was as I remembered it the few times I'd been invited over for a quick cup of coffee: clean and tidy. I snuck back through her bedroom on my way to her back door. I peeked out the back door to see she was still sleeping peacefully, so I decided to snoop around a bit first. It didn't take me long to find something – lying out in the open on top of her bed was a huge vibrator. I groaned at the image of her fucking herself with this on the bed, moaning and writhing. Looking through her dresser drawers, I made an interesting discovery. She didn't have a single bra or pair of panties of any kind anywhere in her apartment. It occurred to me then that she must have been naked that night on the balcony with me, since she had said she wasn't properly dressed and there was no underwear or lingerie in her apartment that she otherwise could have been dressed in. I grinned; again, the illusion of my little Kaycee's innocence was quickly fading away, and I liked it. I decided I'd seen enough, so I went ahead with my plan. I snuck over to her back door and locked it from the inside. She had no keys or anything else with her outside – just a bottle of sunscreen and her birthday suit. Once I crept back out the front and locked that behind me as well, she would be trapped outside. I locked the front on my way out and went back inside my apartment. I picked up my pack of cigarettes, took a deep breath – too late to turn back now – and opened my own back door. I burst out onto the balcony, stretching and yawning, feigning ignorance and fatigue. Then, when I set eyes on Kaycee, I said, "Holy shit!" and feigned surprise as well. She woke up at all the racket I was making, looked at me, and screamed in surprise, sitting up and trying desperately to cover herself. She put one arm across her tits, just barely covering her nipples, and the other hand went between her legs, covering her pussy. She curled her legs up underneath herself, trying to hide as much as possible. She just stared at me in shock. Finally, she said, "What the fuck are you doing out here?" "They just changed my shift at work. I just got back and I was coming outside for a cigarette," I lied, showing her my pack. "I'm sorry; I didn't expect you to be out here like this." Kaycee got incredulous: "Well, stop staring at me, go back inside!" I pretended not to realize what I had been doing – staring right at her body, not even looking at her face – and said, "Right. Sorry, sorry. I'll go back in." I turned around and went back inside, shutting my door behind me, and then I sat down on my couch and waited for her. It was only a matter of time. I heard her getting up and walking to her door, trying the handle and rattling the door around in its frame. She cursed under her breath, trying to open the door and finding it locked. She gave up, cursed again, and then I smiled as I heard her walking over to my door. My plan was working perfectly. She hesitated, and then I heard her knocking on my back door. I walked over to the door and opened the blinds before opening the door. I pretended to be shocked to see her still naked; still, she had one forearm barely covering her tits and her other hand covering her gorgeous pussy. I opened the door and asked, "What is it? What's going on?" She sighed, and then said, "I seem to have locked myself out the back door. Could you go around to my front door, go inside my place, and unlock my back door from the inside?" "Sure, no problem," I said. "I'll just be a second." I left my back door open and sprinted out the front. I tried her front door, but of course it was locked because I had left it that way. Then I walked back inside my own apartment and headed straight for the balcony. I poked my head out to find her waiting on her chair as she had been before: covering up with her legs tucked underneath. I said, "Kaycee, I'm sorry, but your front door is locked. There isn't a key under the mat, is there?" Kaycee cursed under her breath again. "Shit," she said, "No, there's no key under the mat. I could have sworn I'd left the front unlocked..." She never cast an accusing eye at me though, so I knew she trusted me. She would doubt her own memory before she doubted me – perfect. "I'm going to need to call the landlord then," she said. "Can I borrow your phone?" "Sure," I said. "Let me grab it." I ran back inside and grabbed my cordless, then brought it out to her on the balcony. I handed it to her, and waited to see which hand she would use to take it. She was going to have to uncover something... She realized this too, I could tell, and sighed before removing her hand from her lap. She kept her tits covered while dialing the number. I peeked between her legs while her eyes were on the phone and I could just make out the top of her slit, and the little hood of her clit, which I was interested to note, was slightly swollen. Was she enjoying this a bit? She spoke to the landlord for a moment, and then hung up, saying, "Shit! I can't believe that asshole! He says he's fixing something in a unit across town and he wont be able to make it here for at least a few hours." I tried not to smile. I was counting on our asshole landlord and he came through wonderfully. He was the laziest dick head in property management in the city. He was probably downstairs watching TV right now and just didn't feel like getting up until the Twilight Zone marathon was over. She sighed and I said, "Listen, you can come into my place and wait it out, if you like. It would be better than waiting out here all by yourself." She thought about it and then said, "Yeah, you're right. Thanks." She stood up after handing me the phone and covering her pussy again. I held the door open for her and she stopped. "Nice try," she said. "Men first today. I don't want you checking out my ass." She grinned a bit playfully at me. I pretended to be thoughtless and embarrassed: "Right, right. Sorry, that's pretty stupid of me." She smiled, said it was okay, and went in after me. I turned around to shut the door, and by the time I had turned around to face her again, she was sitting on the couch, covering herself up as she had before. "Do you have anything I can cover myself up with?" she asked. I pretended to think about it. "Actually... no, I really don't. All my towels and blankets are going through the laundry downstairs. I don't even have any clean shirts either right now." I gave her a rather convincing frown. "Sorry," I said. In reality, I had just hidden all that in my closet so I wouldn't have to offer her anything that might hide her beautiful body from me. "Shit," she complained. "I can't believe my luck today." She picked up a small pillow laying next to her on the couch and quickly covered herself up, hugging the pillow with both arms. The pillow barely succeeded in covering her nipples, and only covered her pussy by casting it in shadow. I could see the sides of her tits peeking out from behind the frills at the pillow's edge. I also admired the curve of her body, the sides of her ass, and everything else I could see. "Well, can I get you anything while we pass the time?" I asked. "No, I'm okay. Thanks though." I sat down next to her and turned on the TV. I handed her the remote so she could find something she liked and then I just leaned back and admired her body while her attention was on the screen. I lost control and couldn't turn my head away anymore. I had to devour every inch of her with my eyes. Eventually, she noticed this. "What are you staring at?" she asked, clearly a bit uncomfortable. "I'm sorry," I said, turned my eyes back to the TV. "I just can't help it," I said, giving her my best puppy dog look. She sighed, "It's okay, I guess. I'm just not used to being looked at like that anymore." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, my boyfriend broke up with me a couple weeks ago," she said, looking kind of sad. "What?" I said, totally shocked, but very happy on the inside. "Why would he do that? He doesn't know how luck he was to have a girl as great as you." She smiled at me. "You think so?" I nodded, smiling back. "I'm glad you think so, but he kept complaining because I wouldn't do a threesome with him and this girl he knows. He said he was... getting bored with me in bed." She hung her head a little bit. "That's a bunch of crap," I said, trying to comfort. "He just wanted a free pass to cheat on you. Good for you sticking up for yourself and saying no. And as far as getting bored with you..." I allowed my eyes to wander back over her body while she was watching me. She didn't seem to mind this time. "I don't see how anyone could get bored of a girl in bed with a body like yours." She blushed brighter than I'd ever seen her blush before, and said, "Really? You really think that's true?" "Of course," I said. "I'm sure he was just saying that to hurt your feelings. I bet you're amazing in bed." She blushed again, smiling. She seemed to relax a little, leaning back and letting the pillow fall away from her body a little bit. I was able to barely see one of her nipples peeking out. She apparently didn't notice. She said, "I hope I am. I try," she laughed. "God, I've almost forgotten what its like to have sex though." "What do you mean?" I asked. She answered, "I haven't done anything sexual since he broke up with me. I've been so down in the dumps." She threw her arms up in frustration. "I really need to get fucked again," she said, and then her hands immediately covered her lips, and she blushed again, not believing that she could use such language herself. "Sorry," she said, "I can have a foul mouth when I get mad sometimes." She smiled innocently and I had never wanted her more than at that moment. Neighborly Love "It's alright," I said, half in a daze of lust. "I guess I know what you mean. It's been even longer for me." "Aw, you poor baby," she cooed at me. My cock went even harder. I let my eyes drop to her body again, running over every visible curve. She watched me leer at her, and appeared totally comfortable with it now. She casually removed the pillow from her body and uncurled her legs, leaving herself totally open to me. I could see the swell of her small but perfect tits, the smooth skin and soft folds of her pussy, and the curve of her beautiful luscious ass. "You still have a little thing for me, don't you?" she asked. I only nodded, and gulped, totally overcome with lust. My plan seemed to be going better than I ever could have imagined it. "Yes," I finally said. "I've never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you right now." Her eyes widened only for a split second, and then she smiled at me deviously. "So what's stopping you?" she asked. She crawled slowly over to me, and then on top of me. I leaned forward and suckled on her perfect nipples, which hardened in my mouth. She moaned softly as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. She proceeded to caress my chest and abs while my hands wandered over her body, caressing her flawless back, the soft smooth globes of her ass, and the silky expanse of her legs. "I want you," she said. "I want you to fuck me, Jake. I want your cock inside my mouth, then my pussy." She looked into my eyes with an animal lust I'd never seen in any other woman. "Then I want your cock in my mouth again, and then I want you to spray your come all over my tits and my face." I moaned and grinned at her. I said, "Yes, ma'am," and started kissing her neck even more ravenously than before. I attacked her, and she giggled as she fell backwards and I came down on top of her on the couch. I kissed her neck and her tits and my hand found its way between her legs, where I fingered her pussy lips apart and rubbed her slit gently. She moaned as I did this, and unzipped my pants, pushing them off with her legs in a rather impressive feat of ambidexterity and multi-tasking. With her free hand, even as she did this, she encircled my swollen cock with her sift, delicate fingers, and began to stroke it slowly but steadily. I explored each other and caressed each other like this for several minutes before she finally whispered into my ear while she jerked my cock, "Fuck my mouth. Now!" I was eager to obey, and I quickly positioned myself directly over her face, straddling her shoulders. I guided my cock inside her open and waiting mouth. My breath caught. I had never felt such a perfect mouth on my cock before. Her lips were like satin; her wet tongue working the underside of my cock like it was some musical instrument. She was playing me, perfectly. I started to fuck her mouth, slowly at first and then working up speed. Soon I was grinding inside her mouth, and I could feel the head of my cock touching the back of her throat, but she never flinched and never gagged. She loved doing this. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed some release, so I decided to surprise her. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and started to jerk it over her face. Before even one second had passed, I was spraying hot come all over her face and tits. Thick ropes of it splashed across her chin, cheeks and lips, and as my orgasm subsided, the remainder shot out across her chest, landing on her perfect little nipples and in the valley between her tits. She squealed at this like a little school girl, half in surprise, half in delight. But when it was over, she looked up at me and punched my shoulder a little too hard for comfort. "You fucking jerk," she said. "I told you I wanted to fuck. Now what am I supposed to do?" I answered her: "Who said I wasn't going to fuck you right now?" I slid back down between her legs and her eyes went wide as I shoved my still rock hard cock into her soaking wet pussy without even a little foreplay. Her mouth opened into a little "O" as she stared at me in surprise. "Holy shit," she said. "You're still hard?! Where have you been all my life? How long can you go on like this?" I replied without ever missing a beat – my cock was still pounding into her like a jackhammer. "I can go till we're raw, baby. I told you, no one has ever turned me on as much as you. You make me crazy." I kissed her and bit her lips gently while I fucked her. She moaned and melted into me, wrapping her arms and legs around my back as I thrust into her. It didn't take her long to reach her first orgasm. She moaned into my mouth as we made out while we fucked. I felt the juices running out of her pussy and down over my balls as I never let up even for a second. Her vaginal muscles spasmed over my cock. I kept going, making her come at least half a dozen times more. She moaned and writhed underneath me and kissed me and I could taste my own come on her lips every time she did. I pulled back and looked down at her perfect little face covered in my come and that wonderful sight sent me over the edge. I pulled out and slid back up her body again, ready to fuck her mouth one last time before I came again. She squealed with delight again, eager to have my shaft back inside her little mouth. I wasted no time, and began hammering into her mouth just as hard as I'd been fucking her tight little pussy. She made a tight fist around the base of my cock and started jerking me off even while I fucked her mouth. With her other hand, she caressed and tickled my balls with her delicate fingertips. All of this was too much, and it sent me over the edge. I had the best orgasm I'd ever had in my life at that very moment. I buried my cock in her mouth and let the first three spurts of hot come shoot down her throat. I felt her working hard to swallow it all but a few droplets still dribbled out over her lips as her cheeks ballooned up. I pulled out and let the rest shoot all over her. She kept jerking my cock and caressing my balls while my come shot out over her face again, mixing with what was already there. My come covered every inch of her face before it was over, and the rest was splattered sparsely over her tits again. I lay down on top of her and ran my hands down her body and underneath her, grabbing her ass grimly and sliding my tongue inside her mouth as I kissed her. Again, I could taste my own come on her lips and inside her mouth. I could tell she liked it when I kissed her with my come all over her like this, because she moaned and writhed underneath me, the soft silky skin of her stomach rubbing over my still incredibly sensitive cock. It sent a shiver through me. We just lay there for an hour after that, alternately making out and staring into each other's eyes. Every once in a while, she would wipe the come from her face and suck it from her fingers like candy, eventually swallowing every drop till her face was clean. After this, she cuddled up to me even closer and whispered, "Your come tastes so good. I want some more." She reached between my legs and started caressing my cock back to firmness. Then the doorbell rang. I groaned in frustration and threw on some pants to go answer it. "Don't worry," she said, "You can fuck me when you get back." She winked at me. It was our landlord at the door. He had the key for Kaycee. I took it and brought it in to her. I handed her the key. She held it, looked at it, then at me. She grinned wickedly and said, "Thanks, but I don't think I'll need this just yet." She tossed it over her shoulder. "I think I'll be staying here tonight," she said, smiling. I smiled back at her, happy about the idea. She got up on her knees and then turned around, facing away from me. She bent over and spread her legs, presenting her wet pussy and swollen clit to me. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Now... fuck me. And make it a little harder this time." THE END Neighborly Love Jim had the perfect life. He lived in San Diego where the weather was always beautiful. He ran an extremely successful business, had a beautiful house, and lived right next door to his best friend Carl, and his wife Jackie. Jim and Carl have been friends with each other since 6th grade. They played on the same soccer team through high school, went to the same parties together...they couldn't be separated. At the beginning of senior year Jim began dating Jackie. The three of them became very close all the way up until senior prom. A week prior to the prom Jim and Jackie got in an argument over something very petty. Jackie had been out driving Jim's car and accidentally put a small dent in his front bumper. Jim overreacted, the yelling started, and in the end he called off going to prom with her. Completely devastated, Jackie ran to Carl to tell him what had happened. They talked for hours in Carl's room, as he tried to calm her down and stop her from crying. He gave her a hug and she wouldn't let go...he felt terrible that she was so upset. Not in her right mind, Jackie pulled back from the hug, looked Carl in the eyes, and kissed him forcefully. Carl pulled back, not wanting to do this with his best friends girl, but the emotions got the best of both of them that day. Before long they were both getting dressed in disbelief. They knew that things would never be the same after that. It took a very long time, but 25 years later, the three were all friends again. Carl and Jackie ended up dating the summer after high school while Jim joined the military. Shortly after college they had married. They had a lovely daughter together named Vicky who was all grown up now, herself starting her college career. Jim was always a little upset at the fact that he wasn't named Vicky's Godfather, but she was born at a time when they still weren't friends again yet, so he's come to accept it. As great of a life as Jim now has, and even though things between him and Carl are long forgiven by this point, every once in a while he'll think back to how he feels things should've turned out. Every so often he'll lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about how it should've been him with Jackie...how he screwed things up and how his best friend did him wrong. But, that was a long time ago. They were all adults now, and there would be no going back. One weekend in the summer, Carl and Jackie were going up to L. A. to visit friends. Vicky was home for the summer, but since her parents were taking the car, she had no way to get to the YMCA to workout. She knocked on Jim's door Friday afternoon, and he answered. "Hi Jim, I have a little bit of a dilemma," she said. "What's that?" he responded, "Too many boys after you?" he joked. Vicky wasn't what you would consider sexy, but she was your classic cute girl. She had short brown hair and light tan skin. Her chest was small, but she had a very toned body from so many years on the swim team. "My parents took the car this weekend, so I have no way to get to the "Y" and I really need to practice my swimming...is there any way I might be able to borrow your car?" she asked. "Vicky, I'm sorry. Normally I'd have no problem with that, but my car is in the shop getting a million things done to it, I won't have it back myself until Tuesday." They both stood there. She had a look of disappointment on her face that Jim just hated seeing. "Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you just come over and use my pool in the back? It's not as big as you're used to, but should be plenty to get a good workout in," he suggested. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled in agreement. "Oh, thank you, that's perfect! Is noon alright?" "That's fine, just give a knock, I'll be here to let you in!" Jim said with a smile, still happy he came up with the idea. The next morning Jim woke up to very unlikely San Diego weather. He heard claps of thunder and rain pelting against the roof of his house. It was a good thing he wasn't able to go anywhere anyway, and so he stayed inside watching TV and cleaning up around the house until he heard a knock on his door. He got up and answered, surprised to see Vicky standing there. "Oh, hey Vick, ummmm...I don't think there's going to be any swimming today," he said laughing and looking up at the sky. "I know, I'm disappointed, but wanted to come and say thanks anyway. Plus, I'm soooo bored, I can't go anywhere without a car and no one's around." "Well, feel free to come hang out, I'm not going anywhere," Jim replied. She stepped into the house and took her big rain coat off. Jim looked at her, standing there in a white top and black skirt. He watched as she moved over to the couch and sat down where the TV was already on. He walked over towards her and looked at her as she picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels. He could see she had many of her mothers features...the way her little nose came to a point, her soft brown eyes, even the way she squinted when she smiled. He looked up and out the window where the rain was still coming down in buckets. Staring beyond his fence towards her house, dwelling on how he should be the one living with Jackie, not Carl...How this should be their daughter, not his. He hadn't felt angry about this for years, but it was all starting to come back to the surface. He then shifted his focus back to Vicky. "There's nothing on," she said, looking straight ahead. When she didn't get a response, she looked up to see Jim staring down at her. "You turned into a very cute young lady, and you have a very nice little body that I can tell you work hard on," he said. "Thanks," she replied, not knowing if she should take it as a harmless compliment or creepy statement. Jim sat down next to Vicky and put his hand on her knee. She froze as she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He started rubbing her knee cap and asked her if she knew that him and her mother used to date. "As far as I ever knew, you guys were all best friends and that was it before my dad and her started going out," she answered. This angered him more, realizing that Carl and Jackie had kept their daughter in the dark about something that meant so much to him. "I should get going," Vicky said, her voice stumbling over the last couple of words. "I'm sorry, I need this from you today," Jim responded as he took his hand off of her knee and pulled her skirt up to her mid-thigh. "Oh no!" she said loudly. She tried to stand up, but Jim grabbed her hips and pulled her back down onto the couch cushions hard. With almost a possessed look on his face, Jim said "Vicky, don't fight me on this, please..." Grabbing her wrists in his strong hands, he leaned her back so that she was laying down, her shoulders up against the arm of the couch. He began moving towards her and kissing her neck. She turned her head away from him, but that was all she was able to do. His lips worked over her ear and down to her collar bone. She tried getting away from his grasp, but he was so much stronger than her. She began to feel his hand sliding up her inner thigh, twisting in desperation to avoid it. There was nothing she could do about it though, and she felt his fingertips stop when they reached the sides of her white cotton panties. She was hopeful that it wouldn't go any further than that, praying that this was a lonely man in need of some contact and kissing, and nothing more. She was wrong. She took a deep breath as his fingertip ventured onto the front of her underwear, lightly tracing up and down the center. She twisted her shoulders back and forth trying to break free, but there was no chance. "You don't have to do this Jim, it's me, if you stop now I won't say anything, I swear," she cried out. Her words fell on deaf ears. She then felt his hand move back to her inner thigh, gasping as his fingers worked their way into the side of her panties, exploring her soft outer lips. She heard him moaning as he continued kissing her neck...a fingertip sliding through her slit. He tried doing more, but her underwear was too restricting, not giving his big hands enough room to work. Jim pulled his fingers out and lifted her skirt up to her hips. He tried tugging her underwear down, but she resisted. Frustrated, he grabbed a handful of the material and yanked at it hard. A tearing sound cut through the air as he ripped the panties off her crotch. Scared and completely exposed, Vicky could only wait to see what would happen next. Jim got back over her, placing his knee between her legs so she couldn't close them. He put his big hand in between her firm thighs and began rubbing his middle finger between her tender pussy lips. Her mind and will tried to fight back, but with each passing bump of his finger against her clit, her pussy began to moisten. Not wanting to give in, she tried to fight her bodies natural reactions, but she couldn't control it. Jim felt his finger getting wet as he rubbed her, and a smile crossed his face. He slid his finger down her slit and tested her hot little opening. Vicky gasped as she felt it slowly invading her entrance. "Please, it hurts," she winced. Only being partially truthful, as the pain was also met with a little bit of pleasure. Jim looked her in the eyes, reading between the lines, knowing her words and reactions didn't match. "I know you like this, Vicky," he said. "Please stop," she replied, turning her head in shame as she tried desperately not to tighten in pleasure around his probing finger. A good fifteen minutes went by, and Jim finally pulled his finger out. Looking at it, satisfied as it glistened with her juices. He brought is finger up to his face, smelling her scent on it. He then placed his finger up to Vicky's lips. "Open your mouth," he instructed. She resisted, but he pushed his finger tip between her lips and forced her to suck on her own juices. Feeling her lips around his finger made his cock jerk to life inside his sweat pants, and he knew there was no turning back. With his free hand, he pulled at the waistband of his sweats until they were down to his knees. His boxers quickly followed, and he grabbed his throbbing dick in his hand. Jim pulled his finger out of her mouth and laid between her legs. "No, Jim, come on...pleeasseee don't do this," she began to beg. There was no getting through to him, as he was now on a mission. She felt him begin to poke and probe the head of his cock between her legs, desperate to find her opening. He rubbed it up and down, so anxious to penetrate her. Finally, he grabbed his shaft in his hand, ready to guide it in himself. However, a more lustful idea struck him at the last second. Jim pulled himself back, and quickly flipped Vicky onto her tummy. He naturally stroked himself in his hand at the sight of her beautiful ass. He wasted no time getting behind her, rubbing his hands over the curves of her butt. There was a pause, and then a "slap" as his hand came down firm on her bare ass cheek. Another pause, and then another "slap," this one harder than the first. After a few more she was left with a red hand print on her white, round cheek as his fingers began to explore towards the middle. She took a deep breath as she felt his fingers trace up and down in her crack. She couldn't believe this was really happening to her...she felt so humiliated. Jim used his other hand to pull the bottom of her cheeks apart, and that's when he saw it. It was the smallest, tightest looking hole he'd ever seen on a girl. His cock throbbed as he stared down at Vicky's tiny, puckered asshole. He rubbed his fingertip against it, feeling the heat coming off of it. His heart was racing and he couldn't resist...he began to apply a little pressure. "Ouch!" she cried out. He couldn't see her face, but could tell she was starting to cry out of humiliation at this point. It didn't stop him. He continued pushing at it, and finally broke past her opening. The inside of her little hole was hot and tight. Jim moved just his fingertip in and out of it slowly. He slapped her cheek again and felt her tighten her hole around him. He loved it. He was in Heaven, and there was no stopping him. He desired more, and slid his finger in deeper. Vicky winced in discomfort, but this only contributed to Jim's lust. With the palm of his other hand he began squeezing at her hot, round ass...finger-fucking her hole slow and deep. He couldn't take it any longer. Jim pulled his finger out of Vicky's asshole and reached underneath her to pull her up to her knees. With her butt sticking up in the air, Jim got behind it, his throbbing cock in his hand. Jim's dick was so hard, there was no need for him to guide it, and so he put both hands on Vicky's hips as he moved forward. She felt the head of it push against her pussy lips in disbelief. Her mind and body numb, she stared out the window, tears running down her face like the raindrops down the window. Jim pressed forward and she closed her eyes tight, feeling his cock sliding into her snatch. It felt like every inch of it took an eternity as it stretched her inner walls. Anxious, Jim began moving back and forth almost immediately. He hadn't known such pleasure in so long. He had been out with several girls recently, but all around his age. He had forgotten how good a young, tight pussy and a round, firm ass felt. He dipped himself in and out of her wet hole, groaning as he moved. Jim's hands explored up and down her smooth back, but only briefly, as he just couldn't get enough of Vicky's toned little ass cheeks. Soon his thrusts became faster as the pressure in his cock built. He loved the way her short hair bounced and the way her ass shook with each thrust into her. It was perfect, the hard rain against his house nearly drowned out all of Vicky's crying and pleading. Jim reached underneath her, and with his fingertip, he began massaging her clit. Her head dropped down in shame, as it didn't take long for her pussy to betray her and send spasms up and down Jim's thick shaft. That was all he needed as he felt the head of his cock expand and the length of his dick swell. He pulled it all the way out and clutched it in his hand. With beads of sweat on his forehead, he moved his hand fast and hard over his cock, feeling he was about to explode. Jim leaned back and groaned. A clap of thunder erupted in the sky as Jim's cum exploded out of his cock. The first shot landed in Vicky's brown hair. The next spattered the middle of her back, and the last few squirts touched down on the young girls left ass cheek. Jim let go and his cock hung between his legs, fully worked and still semi-swollen. His heart still pounding, he fell onto the couch sitting up. That was the best he's felt in twenty years, but he was starting to realize the trouble he'd soon be in. He looked to the left and saw Vicky in the same position, not moving, and afraid she was in shock. "Vick?" he hesitantly said. No response. "Are you ok?" he asked nervously. Slowly, Vicky raised her head, and looked back over her shoulder at him. "You are fucking crazy," she said in a low and stern voice. "I'm so sorry, Vick. Please, I didn't mean to." Scared out of his mind and certain he'd be heading to jail after this, he tried everything he could think of. "Vicky, I don't know what came over me. You know me, this isn't like me, I..." She cut him off as she began to get up. Standing over him, she looked down and said, "you know, you have real fucking problems." He just looked up at her, standing there. "Between my parents and the cops, I could really have your ass," she said. "I know," he replied, almost shaking with fear now. A smile crossed her face, and surprisingly, she slowly lowered herself onto his lap and leaned forward towards his face. "But, that was the best orgasm I've ever had," she whispered. "And, if you keep giving me this cock," she said, reaching down and grabbing it as she looked into his eyes, "then I think all can be forgiven." They both stared at each other as his cock began to grow again. He knew he had finally evened the score.