0 comments/ 47937 views/ 3 favorites Stacy Stalks Her Neighbor Ch. 01 By: jay.palin A story told by the girl next door...or across the street. You've probably seen a cutie like her, since she thrives in most American towns and trailer parks. My name is Stacy and I'm so excited! I just turned 18, but everybody thinks I'm younger. I'm in the twelfth grade at a Catholic school for girls, and my favorite subject is gymnastics. I live with my grandparents 'cuz the Judge ordered my mother into another drug rehab program. Bummer! Anyway, about six months ago a new guy moved in across the street. He's in his late twenties and, like, divorced, my mom said, 'cuz she got to know him one afternoon, before she entered the clinic the last time. Then, I saw him an' she was right. He's totally awesome! After that, Mom couldn't stop talkin' about him. Erik this, Erik that. It was the same old story. Whenever she meets a new dude he's Prince Charming. Since I was real young I've watched her suck and fuck her Prince Charmings on the living room couch. I can't believe my grandparents never heard her grunts and groans. O' course they're almost deaf, but they're pretty together for old people. Grampa put me on the pill after my 14th birthday, when my titties started to grow...just in time as it turned out. Mmm, anyway, last Halloween my best school friend, Maria, and I knocked on Erik's door for trick-or-treat. I was real excited and nervous, 'cuz he's so jacked lookin'. I was dressed as a harem dancer, with my brown hair in a gymnast's bun like I always wear it – wearin' a mask – and puttin' on some sexy moves, but he knew who I was, and asked, "How ya' doin', neighbor kid?" I was so embarrassed...and pissed, 'cuz I thought I looked really hot! Maria and I ran home and talked about how to get back at him. We came up with a lotta ideas, but I couldn't, like, decide what to do. Sooner or later, though, I knew I'd show his smart ass! Lemme tell ya' about it. Every day for weeks I've been hangin' out in the front yard to wave to Erik when he comes home. Since my birthday I've just been waitin' for the right moment to...like, get close to him. He's a photographer or something; tall, buff, with wavy blond hair, an' I want him to take my picture...an' I hope do some other things. When he smiles at me my knees get weak and I get all wet. I always dress in skirts and tight tops. If it's my school uniform, I roll the waist up so the pleated plaid skirt barely covers my crotch. On weekends I wear tight micro-miniskirts to show off my muscular gymnast's legs. I like to wear snug halter tops an' tube tops, too, 'cuz my tits are now a full B-cup, and growing! I also like to lie on the lawn with my boom box and do homework. Sometimes I face toward my house and spread my legs with my feet, like, in the air, so Erik can see my panties...if he looks. An' he does look, I know, 'cuz when I'm, like, facin' toward him he gives me that big smile and waves before he goes inside! Then I have to go to my room and play with myself. So, it's Saturday, my grandparents are gone, and Erik's mowin' his front lawn. It's, like, real hot and he takes off his shirt. His jeans are ridin' low and I almost die! He's got muscles on his muscles he's so jacked! And he's so tan!...an' sweaty! His hair, like, droops over his forehead and I wanna touch him all over! I really want his body! I call Maria on my cell phone and she says, "I'm down with it, Stacy! Put on your bikini! I'll wear mine an' we'll run through the sprinkler on your lawn! See ya' in a few minutes!" Maria's mom drops her off and we start runnin' through the sprinkler, squealing and giggling. Her awesome little Mexican body is even hotter than mine. Erik's finished mowin' his lawn and looks across the street at us. "Hiii, Eriiiiik!" I call out, as sexy as I can. He waves and actually blows a kiss to me...then goes inside. My heart beats like crazy I'm so excited, but I crash real quick when his door closes. I'm so disappointed! I sit on my front step and almost burst into tears as I get an awful nagging ache in my tummy. Maria joins me and tries to cheer me up. She just turned 18, too, by the way. She says, "Hey, Chica" – which she calls me all the time – "let's go inside and play with each other...jus' to make nice, okay?" I get up to turn off the water and Erik comes out his door again. He's changed into shorts, and my heart leaps into my throat! In a minute Maria and I are runnin' through the sprinkler again, screeching, and squirtin' each other with another hose 'til we're so soaked you can see through our bikinis. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Erik, like, edging his lawn, pickin' a few weeds, and then he starts usin' a fertilizer spreader. Oooh, good, I think, he'll be outside for a while. Maria and I then sit down and watch him work, talkin' quiet to ourselves an lookin' at his legs, broad back and shoulders flex in the midday sun. He's so awesome! I'm so turned on I almost faint! And my pussy is drippin' for him. Then sumpn' weird happens. Three guys we know ride up on their bicycles: Billy, Jose and Tyrone. I'm so embarrassed for Erik to see me with them. They hang out for a while, since my Grampa would run 'em off if he was home, and they start talkin' some smack about us jackin' 'em off or – better yet – givin' 'em each a blow job. God! They're so lame! Billy was my first lay a long time ago and it took him, like, two minutes to cum. Since then I've been with other guys, but I've only given these three dudes hand jobs or an occasional knob – usually in the back row of the multiplex downtown on Friday nights – sometimes in the bushes in the park on the way home from the mall. Maria checks me out to see if I'm down with fuckin' around with 'em, but my sights are set on the new guy...Erik, my dream man across the street. "Nooo," I say, "I'm gonna' get dressed an' stuff. Go ahead, Maria, but do it in the backyard, behind the hedge, in case my grandparents come back." She and the boys go around back so she can play with their little dicks. I change into my micro-mini and a pink halter top, showin' lottsa' shoulder, back and midriff, and come out again to the front porch, just itchin' to see Erik. He's, like, inside his garage, with the big door open, and cuttin' some wood on a table saw. Gettin' up all the courage I can after months of fantasies about him, I walk across the street and go into his garage. He sees me and switches off the saw. "Well, hi, neighbor kid," he says, his deep voice rumblin' up from his lungs. "Your friends leave?" "Uhn...no," I gasp, the words barely escaping my lips. "They're in my back yard." Then I go, "I thought I'd introduce myself, uuh...ya know...formal, 'cuz we're, like, neighbors. I'm Stacy." "And I'm Erik, Stacy," he says, holding out his hand for me to shake it...like I was an adult. I feel so...like, honored that he treats me this way. When his big hand wraps around mine, my pussy flutters and I get all wet again. I can hear the blood pound in my ears 'cuz my heart is hammerin' so hard! His eyes scan over my bare shoulders and down over my tits...then down my tummy to my gymnast's legs. I get all hot when he does it, an' I know I blush. I step next to a ladder that leads upstairs into...like, his attic, with furniture an' stuff stored there. "Whatcha' makin'?" I ask, climbing up one step on the ladder and swinging my right leg forward and back to loosen a tense hamstring. "A bookcase," he answers. His sweaty shoulders and chest are covered with flecks of sawdust that have flown there. I can hardly keep from, like, reachin' over and brushin' 'em off. "So, if you'll excuse me, I'll finish these cuts," he says, switching the saw back on and going back to his work. Not much of a talker, I think, as he does his thing. I turn my back, still on the ladder, to loosen up my other leg...and give Erik a good long look at my tight ass, just in case he's watching. I do some knee lifts and turn around, just in time for him to turn off the saw. "Got a lotta' books?" I ask, tryin' to make conversation. "Yeah," he says, "how 'bout you? Or, are you an athlete?" His eyes glint as he asks the question. "Bingo!" I say confidently. "St. Elizabeth's gymnastics team. How'dja know?" as I suck in my tummy to show its tightness, and thrust out my tits. "Pretty obvious," he says, grinning and walking toward a workbench. I get the feeling that he can see right through me. "An' ya' know what? I'm a Junior Raiderette!" I say. I'm so lucky to be in line to maybe be a cheerleader for the pro football team in a few months. "Mmm, that's an enviable career path," he says. I don't really know what he means. "What's up there?" I ask, gesturing upstairs where the ladder leads. "Just storage," he says. "Old furniture and a trunk with picture albums and stuff." "Really?! Can I go up an' look?" I ask, wantin' to see his pictures. "It's awfully hot up there, Stacy," he says, "but go ahead if you want." I'm up there in a flash, and spy a battered old footlocker. Opening it, there are several albums that I pull out. Spreading an old blanket on the trunk, I sit on it and leaf through the pages of pictures, mostly of Erik when he was younger and a lotta people who look like his family. I hear him, like, drilling and hammering downstairs and continue my snoopin'. Finally I find several snapshots of him playing football. The attic is really hot, and I'm thirsty – and horny – but I don't want to bother him. After staring at his handsome face and ripped build in dozens of pictures, I can't stand it anymore and lay the album on the floor. I lean back on one hand, spread my legs, and stick my other hand under my skirt and down my bikini panties to touch myself. Ooh, I'm so wet! and I groan when my fingers stroke my clittie, all the time I'm staring at his smiling face lookin' up at me from his album. I diddle myself for a few minutes and the heat...his smile...the thought of him holdin' me...and, like, fucking me...drives me to an awesome climax. My heels bang on the floor planks as my juice gushes from me and I cover my mouth with my other hand, hopin' he hasn't heard my moaning. He calls out to me, "How're things going up there?" "Uuunh...uuunh...fine!" I squeak, shrill but weak, and stand up on my rubbery legs to walk to the opening in the attic floor that leads downstairs. I'm still breathin' heavily, and my tits are heaving as I look down at him, starin' up at me from the floor below. I know that he's lookin' right up my skirt. I also know that there's a big spot of my juice soakin' the crotch of my panties, but I don't care. I just look down at him, right into his eyes, and spread my legs a little bit more, makin' sure he knows that I know what he's looking at. I then lean over and put my hands on the top of the ladder's vertical rails and squat down with my knees wide apart. I'm hopin' the squishy crotch of my panties has pulled aside so he can see my pussy...or at least some o' my hair between my legs. He clears his throat and looks from my crotch into my eyes. "Want some lemonade?" he asks. I nod, and he says, "I'll get some for you. Go back to your treasure hunt." I return to the trunk and pick the album off the floor, then pull aside my panties' crotch. Sitting down again, I spread my legs wide. When he comes up with my drink, he won't be able to miss seein' my wet, open cunnie. Then I'll have him, I tell myself. I'm now incredibly horny and really want him to fuck me. The moment is here! The moment I've waited for, it seems like, for months! I hear him climbin' the ladder and my heart races. First I see his blond head, and he stops to look at me...between my legs...at my pussy. Then I see his broad, tan shoulders, then his ripped chest and tummy, then his muscled legs...walkin' toward me with some lemonade. "Here ya' go," he says, handin' me the frosty glass. I thank him and drink half of it down, gasping as the cold hits my stomach. "Now, I'm gonna' close the garage and go inside. You'd better go. Maybe we can talk again tomorrow." All my plans have gone wrong! I think. I know he saw me...my pussy...just now as he came upstairs. What's wrong with this dude? Worse yet, what's wrong with me? He tells me to leave the albums where they are...that he'll, like, put 'em away. Then he turns to go downstairs and I follow him. As I climb down the ladder toward him, I make a big thing of thrusting my butt out so he'll see my wet crotch, then I turn and – what a fake I am! – I fall into his arms, giggling. My nipples poke him through my top 'cuz my tits are pressed to his buff chest, and my tight legs are wrapped around his upper thighs as I slide down his front real slow...and he's hard against my pussy! My feet are on the floor now and I look, breathless, from his eyes down to his crotch and there's this big bulge. I knew I'd get to him, I tell myself, as I flush and put my hand on his hard stomach. "Thanks for saving me!" I gasp, like some serious TV actress. "Sure, kid," he mutters, and – God! – he puts his hot hand on my naked lower back to escort me out of the garage. My pussy sizzles, my face gets hot, and I get all goose bumpy when he touches me. I turn around when I'm outside and he's already gone back to the small entry door at the other end of the garage that goes into his back yard. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow!" he says, grinning, as he pushes the button to close the big door. I stand on the driveway for a minute, confused as to what to do – an awful ache's in my tummy again – then I wander back across the street to my grandparents' back yard. Maria and the boys have finished what they were doin', and I notice a shiny pecker track of dried cum across the top of one her big tits, still held in place by her bikini. Jose hits me up and goes, "Hey, sexy bitch! Wan' to have some fun?" I pause for a moment, thinking I might have been better off doin' a little jacking off and sucking of my friends, then shake my head, saying, "You guys better get outta here. If Grampa catches you he'll ground me for a week!" They cuss and moan and wheel their bikes out of the yard, with Tyrone yellin' to us that he'll see us bitches on Monday. At that moment I hear the faint sound of Erik's table saw in his garage. I look at Maria and say, "Maria! Can you, like, call your mom on my cell phone and have her pick you up? I forgot to tell Erik something!" She makes the call and I leave her on the curb to wait for her mother, after I rub the pecker track off her tittie with some of my spit. I'm mad at Erik, and real determined to, like, confront him. I stalk along the side of his house into his back yard. I'll trap him by goin' in the back door, I tell myself. As long as he doesn't open the big front door, the neighbors won't see us...then he won't be able to turn me down. Before goin' in the garage I slip off my wet panties and, like, hang 'em on his doorknob. The juice at their crotch has begun to stink. As I walk in, his back is to me and he's cuttin' more wood. I pose myself like a model, leaning back against a cabinet and lifting one knee high and proppin' my foot on a box so he can see all the way to my cunt when he turns around. He switches off the saw and looks at me, jumpin' 'cuz I've surprised him, and says, "You shouldn't be here, you know." "Why not," I whine, lolling my bent leg back and forth, like I do with Grampa, who always yells at me to stop doin' it 'cuz it turns men on. "Because you're jail bait, and I could get into a lot of trouble," Erik growls. He moves toward me, eyes flashing with anger – or lust, I kinda hope – and I'm a teeny bit frightened. I run past him to the base of the ladder, giggling nervously yet tryin' to lure him up where I want us to, you know, fuck. He follows me and wraps his huge body around me. He's over six feet tall and I'm just five feet, so he lifts me off my feet and kisses me, puttin' my feet on the bottom step of the ladder. The air leaves my lungs as his mouth covers mine and his tongue plunges to my tonsils. I whimper as his hands cover me, rubbin' and strokin' me, and then he unties my halter top. It drops to the floor. My little nipples are so hard they hurt as he bends down and captures one titty in his sweet mouth, suckin' real hard while he twiddles the other. Then he switches tits to vacuum the other one as I whine and whisper his name over and over. I gasp again, groaning as one of his palms cups my pussy in front and one of his fingers, then another, goes inside my sopping hole. I cry out as he slides them into me and a fresh gush of my wetness runs down the inside of my thighs. He lifts me again to seat me on a higher rung of the ladder and my legs flop open. All I want is to feel him inside me. Then his tongue is there, probing up into my cunt, then out to tickle my little clittie, then back up inside. I cum, like, immediately, murmuring his name and wanting with every fiber of my being to be his girl...his woman. I'm electrified by all of his touches, and my climax lasts...and lasts...and lasts, until I collapse in his arms, kissing him and tastin' my juice on his face. But Erik hasn't even begun yet. He wraps one arm around my waist, no problem, and carries me to the attic, pulling both of us up with his free hand. We walk to the trunk, still covered by the blanket I put there, and he holds my face in his hands to look into my eyes. "You're sure you want this, Stacy?" he asks, gently. Words have left me, my heart is beatin' so rapidly, and I can only nod nervously two or three times. He then runs his hands down over my shoulders, causing the little hairs on the back of my arms to stick out, and grazes my nipples with his fingers, makin' 'em tingle, buzz and poke toward the roof. In a second he, like, unzips me and I'm suddenly naked, wantin' to feel his hard body against me, as my skirt flutters to the floor. He unzips his shorts. They drop down his thighs real slow, and his long, thick cock juts out toward me. Oooh, its veins are so big an' rough lookin'. I don't really know what to do. Though I've seen my mom suck men off since I was a kid, and I have a lotta experience with boys my own age, I wanta do nothing wrong...nothing that might piss off this awesome man. He sits me on the footlocker – the blanket is warm on my bottom, and itchy – and he steps toward me, between my splayed legs. His gorgeous dick, at least eight inches long and so thick I wonder if I can touch my fingers around it, pulses in front of my face as I bring both hands up to cradle it softly. It, like, jumps when I palm it and a drop of his stuff appears at the end. I lick it away real quick and Erik groans, raisin' his head toward the roof. The spongy head is dark red, lookin' real angry, and I'm so glad I'm on the pill. Otherwise, I know I'd be, like, pregnant by the end of the day. Very slowly, I move my open mouth over the head, lookin' up into his blue eyes, and close it over him, groaning deep in my throat. I move forward and back, gradually pickin' up speed and plantin' him deeper in my mouth with each bob of my head. My hands move together with my mouth, as I've learned from watchin' my mother, twisting from its base – just in front of his full, tan balls – then forward to close over the slippery head as I pull off for breath. "Nnngaahh, Stacy...sweetheart...that's so good," he murmers. His praise encourages me to speed up, moanin' as I do, and slobber all over as much of his huge prick that I can. I try to, like, push him into my throat but I gag 'cuz he's so big. He pushes me off his cock as I gasp from excitement and I lean back, bracing myself on my hands. "I wanta' feel you inside, baby," he mutters. "You want me to fuck you now?" he asks, lookin' right through me with his deep blue eyes. I make a whining sound in my throat and – being as limber as I am – I lay down the long way on the trunk and pull my legs all the way back to, like, my shoulders. My nipples are so hard and itchy I want him to bite 'em. I watch him drop to his knees and hold his monster cock to my swollen pussy lips, and I go a little crazy from wantin' him inside me. I whimper and gasp as a super-hot shock hits my cunt when he touches it with his big, red probe. I know he'll split me in two if he just shoves it in...but he doesn't. He starts stirring it around between my hot lips, then movin' it up and down...up and down...up and down over my clit. My God! It's even better than when I play with myself! Then, he pushes it in slightly, 'til it hurts. I gasp and know that I'm frowning and grittin' my teeth as he, like, watches me. Then he pulls out again and I try and open myself inside for him, as he stirs again between my wet lips and up over my clit. Stacy Stalks Her Neighbor Ch. 01 We're both perspiring now...a lot! It's dripping down his forehead and off his nose, landing all over me, from my face to my tits to my spread thighs. I lick it. It's salty and tastes like him! I almost die from knowin' I'm drinking his sweat...and I want to taste his cum! I'm crying in my throat now, callin' his name over and over, and my whimpering mouth is open – my lips drawn back in a snarl – as he keeps rubbing my clit...God! he just...keeps...rubb-bbing...my clit. And I feel the hot spot in my tummy from the sparks shootin' up from my pussy...then I get the buzzing feeling as my insides are real hot and suddenly I can't tell if I'm crazy or dreaming. I'm just frozen in space as Erik keeps rubbin' me with his cock and...I'm cuuuummmmiiiing! My legs start to move down toward him...they're as tight as iron bands...but he holds 'em up by the backs of my knees and...he's innn meeeee! I keep cummmming and it feels so gooood! I'm screamin' as he fills me up with his cock. When he hits me all the way inside I yell "Oww!" and he stops, not goin' any further. Then, he pulls out and starts to hammer into me to just the right depth. I continue screamin' his name...and he fucks me faster than any dog I've ever seen. He seems to do it forever...and I keep cumming...and cumming...and cummmm-mmmiiing, and scratchin' at his arms and chest, wantin' him never to stop ramming into me. It seems like hours later – but it's not – and I begin to come down. He slows, reaming in and out of me, makin' me larger inside while he twists his hips in a circle, and I pull him down onto me to feel his big chest against my titties. He's so gentle by this time, and I know I'm smiling with my eyes closed, just having experienced, like, my first real adult orgasm. Now I feel really like a woman...not just some teenage chick. But I worry that he hasn't, ya' know, cum. I hold his face in my hands and kiss him, stickin' my tongue in his mouth to thank him for the awesome feelings he's brought me between my legs. We're now covered with sweat and I gasp up at him, tastin' his salty drippings, "I wantcha' to cum! Please cum! It's okay, Erik, I'm on the pill!" "Plenty of time for that," he whispers. "When are your grandparents coming back?" "Doesn't matter," I explain. "They'll think I'm with my girlfriend, Maria, at the mall." "Okay then," he says, pulling his huge cock out of me, causing a groan of disappointment from me as I feel the sudden emptiness. "We're going downstairs." His crib is really nice inside – air-conditioned – as we head to his bedroom, carryin' our clothes and my cell phone, by going through the kitchen from the back yard. His beautiful cock has softened a bit, but I don't worry about him gettin' hard again. I look at his powerful shaft and silently tell myself that it's, like, mine now. Whenever he's around I'll be able to use it – use him – to take me to that special place we've just been. I'm so happy that I've scored with Erik. I feel so proud!...so confident in myself! This is exactly what I wanted to happen when, ya' know, I turned eighteen! He pulls the covers all the way down on his king-size bed and pulls me to him at its center. He lays on his back and turns me so we're in a "69", and the whole thing starts over again. My pussy is, like, real sensitive, and it takes no time for him to bring me to another climax, which I grunt through with his cock buried in my mouth. I take a little of him into my throat, but still I can't do all of him, so I swear to myself that I'll practice on something – one of my mom's toys! – when I'm not with him. I want him to know that I'll always be his for sucking and fucking. Oooh, shit! I know that I almost, like, love him already! After a while he rolls me off him and eases me up to all fours, with my knees on two pillows. He reaches into a drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a tube of something. He squirts it on my asshole and it's cold, and puts the tube back on the stand. Then he starts to tease my cunt again, using that cool move he used in the attic, just spreadin' my pussy lips, like, gently while – ya' know – he rubs my clit, and the hot flashes start to shoot up me again. It's a lot easier this time, since I'm kinda' used to his big prick as he pushes slowly into me, taking the breath from my lungs and causing my supporting elbows to, like, tremble, and one of them to collapse as he touches me way up inside. "Now, baby," he says, "every time I pull out of you, I want you to clamp your muscles around me. You can do that, can'tcha? You're a gymnast!...and a Junior Raiderette!" "Mmm-hmmm!" I say, real anxious to do anything he wants. And I do what he asks, with him reaming me out, twistin' his hips in that awesome way. Pretty soon he reaches under me to rub my clit while he's fucking me, which really gets me goin', then – real quick – he sticks his thumb in my ass. I yell outta surprise as he slips it in 'cuz of the stuff from the tube. God, I feel so full! He's in both my holes! And he's...he's...rubbin' my...clit, and...oohh, I'm gonna cum so...hard! "Errr-iiik! Errr-iiik!" I scream, "Fuck meee! Pleeze! Fuck meee! Harder, Errr-iiik! Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh." I come down after the longest cum I can ever remember, collapsing to my tummy with him still in me. His sticky thumb is close to my nose on the sheets and – eeyeww – I smell my shit on it. Gross! But kinda sexy. Otherwise, I'm drained, totally relaxed, and am still waitin' for him to cum. What a stud! I'm amazed! The teenage guys I know should all take lessons from this dude! But they're all past history now. I've got my new lover man, and I'm gonna make him happy. He's relaxed too...but still hard. I squirm out from under him and he rolls on his back, his great big rod slappin' back against his tummy. I straddle him, giggling, and raise myself, pullin' his cock straight up to sit on it, like I saw my mom do once in the living room with a biker guy who had pierced nipples and was covered with tattoos. I squat on him, real slow, until I feel him poke me way up inside. I push a little, but it makes me, like, gag and I feel for a second like I'm gonna be sick. I look down and there's still a couple inches of his cock outside of me. I'll learn to take all of you, you big, beautiful fucker, I vow to myself. Just gimme time. He seems to know what I'm thinking, and reaches up to cup and fondle my titties as they bounce a little each time I stop my downward move. His expert fingers seem to know exactly what to do with my nipples, and my breasts are numb from the gentle squeezing and twiddling he's doin'. I'm really gettin' down with this. I can look down at his handsome tan face and see the pleasure I'm bringin' him. His eyes close every once in a while and he's smiling slightly, breathing in deep gasps through his open mouth, as I start flexin' my muscles around him...just like he asked me to do in the attic. "Uunngh, you're so tight, Stacy," he gasps, which gives me courage, confidence, and the will to pull a load of cum out of his balls with my gymnast's muscles. I had no idea my athletic training would be so useful for fucking! So I continue, droppin' on him quickly, then withdrawing off him slowly as my cunt grips and flutters around his dick. Even though the air conditioning is on, I begin to sweat again from exertion, and soon we're fuckin' super-fast. Both of us are moaning, but Erik is makin' rough, growling sounds, and I know I've got him going. He begins plunging his cock up into me, hurtin' me a little, as his hands pull down on my hips to drive himself deeper. This is where I want him...to lose himself in my body...to forget all about me bein' so young...so I can do what I really want...drink his cum! And soon he's there. I've given enough blow jobs to know when a dude is ready. So, at just the right moment, when Erik's head raises from the bed and his eyes get that crazy look, I pull off his cock and drop to my knees, wankin' its full length with my hand as my mouth closes over his first coupla inches. The first two blasts fill my mouth and I swallow his thick, salty cum, then I continue suckin' and jerkin' on him 'til it's oozin' out of my pursed lips and down my chin. When he's finished I lay my chin on his chest with a mouthful. He looks down at me, his eyes like slits, and I, like, open my mouth to show him his delicious jizz, hangin' like strings from my teeth and coating my tongue white. Then, since I know that guys love to see girls drink cum, I close my lips and make a big thing of swallowin' with a noisy gulp. He lays his head back down and lovingly holds my face to his chest. Then we both take a short nap. Back home I call Maria right away and tell her everything that's happened. She's pretty quiet, which tells me she's, like, envious. We've always shared everything, ever since we were little girls, so when she asks me if we might be able to share Erik, I go ballistic. I mean, it isn't as if he was just some teenage dude we were both sucking and fucking! I, like, love him! She tells me that she'd share him if she were me. I tell her that I'll, like, think about it and let her know when I see her tomorrow after Mass. Stacy is dying to hear how you liked her story, and really wants you to read Chapter 2, told by Erik, to be posted soon. Be nice and send her some feedback after voting. Thanks! Stacy Stalks Her Neighbor Ch. 02 To catch up read Chapter 1, told by Stacy. She's just turned 18, and continues to stalk her divorced, 28-year-old photographer neighbor, Erik, who's unsure if she's of legal age. It's been a week since their first memorable coupling. He's avoided her since, and she's now so desperately horny for him that she brings along her girlfriend, Maria, to entice him. Erik's working in his home photo studio on Friday night, when he hears knocking at the back door... What the hell? Is that a burglar? If somebody's at the back door they've crept around the side of the house and onto the patio! Damn! Should I get my pistol from the bedroom?! When I switch on the patio light from the kitchen I see it's that cute little mall rat, Stacy, from across the street, and her hot little Latina friend. I knew I shouldn't have fucked that scheming neighbor kid last weekend, regardless of how sweet it was! God, she told me she's 18! I'm in deep shit if she's not! "Yeah, Stacy, what is it?" I ask, blocking the doorway. It's a very hot night and I don't want to keep the door open because of the air conditioning. She looks up at me from the lower step with her hair drawn back in a bun and, clearly nervous, she links her fingers together and swings her arms back and forth in front of her. Aside from her hard, blossoming little gymnast's body that glows with a sheen of perspiration, she looks no older than 15. "Uuhhh, hi, Erik! Me and Maria wondered if we could, ya' know, come in an' talk." She's wearing a damned micro-miniskirt again – red – and a halter top, this time a white one. "I'm working, Stacy. I don't really have the time, and besides... ," I start to make an excuse as she interrupts me. "We could, like, watch you! Whatcha' doin?" she asks. "Working on some modeling shots I've got to finish for Monday," I respond. "Really! Fashion models? Ooh, we'd love ta', ya' know, see how ya' do it!" she gushes, trying to push herself inside. "It's boring... and, well... okay. But try to keep quiet and stay out of the way," I warn, as the girls slip in the door. "This is Maria," Stacy says of her friend. "She's my age." Of course, I've seen her smoky little girlfriend before. Maria is Stacy's height of five feet, and smells of cheap perfume. Her hazel eyes look up at me from between long black lashes and she smiles to show sparkling white teeth behind full, tan lips. Like Stacy, she's dressed in a micro-mini – hers is white – and a black, low-cut, Mexican-style blouse that scoops down across the tops of her C-cup breasts, held in place by a black bra, the straps of which are showing. Large gold hoops dangle from her ears, flashing from under thick, wavy black hair that drops over her shoulders. "Nice to meet you," she purrs, in a voice that seems to say, "I don't wanna go home." Aside from her perfume, she exudes a slight onion-y odor of perspiration. "You girls want a soda?" I ask, checking out Maria's curvy, caramel body. Whew! I think, this one's 18-going-on-28! My prick jumps in my pants as I contemplate her bounteous tan flesh. "Mmmm, maybe later," Stacy says. "Where ya' workin'?" "In the studio," I respond, leading them into a bedroom and bath that I've converted into a darkroom loaded with chemical and digital photo processing equipment. Once we're inside, I close the door and the room is dark except for a red safe light and an image of an underwear-clad female model on the computer monitor. "Sit on these stools, if you don't mind," I say, "and I'll show you what I'm doing, okay?" Then I sit down on a swivel chair in front of the screen. Predictably, Stacy starts asking questions immediately as she sits on one of the two high stools, hers at my right shoulder. "Is this for, like, a fashion magazine or somethin'? Where'd ya' do it?" "It's for a spread in a newspaper... and I shot the series at the studio in the city," I reply. "The client wanted to use this particular model but, as you can see, she's got a tattoo at the base of her spine. The client doesn't want that shown, so I've got to erase it by changing the pixels – little micro bits on the computer screen – to match the rest of her skin." "But why?" Stacy asks, "It's such a cool tattoo! Maria has one a lot like it!" "Stacy!" Maria breaks in, admonishing her girl friend and sighing, a bit embarrassed. "Is that right?!" I exclaim, and look lecherously to my left, over my shoulder, to – God help me! – glance directly up between the sweaty, parted brown legs of the luscious Latina on her high stool, whose black-pantied crotch seems to call out to me. She looks down at me, parting her lips in a half smile, and without moving to close her legs, places her chin on her hand, elbow-on-knee, and looks back at the computer screen. As I delete, pixel-by-pixel, micro bits of the model's tattoo, I have a sudden urge to walk behind this hot number and pull up her blouse to see her "Tramp Stamp," my cruel shorthand for a woman's lower spinal tattoo. I chuckle to myself as I think of my photographer buddy, Tim, and his name for that popular type of body art: "Trailer Park License Plate." If I were to share my mirth with these two, they probably would be offended, and wouldn't understand my snobbish attitude toward contemporary female fashion. "Did you fuck her?" Stacy giggles, whispering wetly into my right ear, and stabbing her pink tongue into it. "Who? The model? No, Stacy! I'm a professional photographer," I assert, as I look around. Like Maria, her micro-mini is drawn up to her crotch, only she's not wearing any panties. Between her pale muscular thighs, her moist pussy lips reflect the soft light of the computer screen and, in addition to perspiration my nose detects raw feminine musk. The estrogen level in the darkroom is like a pervasive fog. For a moment, the memory of my painful divorce returns as I recall my adulterous adventures that caused it... adventures with several female models. Stacy moves her stool closer to me and I feel her knee moving up and down my back, just behind my armpit. In a moment her hand is on my shoulder, then slides up to my neck to toy with the hair behind my ear. I can hear her breathe in the silence, interrupted only by the repeated clicking of the keyboard's delete key as I continually work the computer mouse. Then her hand slides under my collar, over my shoulder, and she undoes my shirt, button-by-button, to my sternum, her baby-soft teenage fingers stroking my chest. Regardless of the room's air conditioning, I begin to sweat a bit. My cock swells in my pants and I now hear Maria breathing, softly but deeply. She must be watching her girlfriend turn me on. For comic relief, still clicking away, I mutter, "I'll give you about two hours to stop that, young lady. By the way, do your grandparents know where you are?" I ask, still staring at the model on the monitor, yet wondering how long I can forestall the inevitable. "They think we're at the multiplex," Stacy says, coyly. "That's why we came to, ya' know, your back door... so they couldn't see us comin' in from across the street!" "Mmmm, very inventive," I state, and click to save my deletions. I know why these girls are here, and I now take up the gauntlet they've thrown down. I can work later. "Time for a recreational break," I say, as I go to my movie files, downloading a twenty-minute video that features a very strenuous, noisy couple sucking and fucking. The girls gasp as a close up appears of the man's large cock parting the slick lips of the moaning woman's cunt, and withdrawing to pull from her a copious amount of juice. "Now, how did that get on my machine?" I ask, innocently, and turn around in my swivel chair to face Stacy, who's staring at the screen, open-mouthed. She sees me look between her legs and, wordlessly, stands on the foot rail of the stool to raise her tight little gymnast's ass and peel her skirt from under herself. She sits down again at the forward edge of the stool to spread her legs widely and place them over my shoulders. With a slight pull from her strong calves against my back, she leans backward with her hands on the stool and invites my tongue into her seething center, already dripping with desire. "Oooohhh... Erik," she moans in her high little voice. "You eat me so gooood," she whines. Her taut, muscular thighs – glowing with sweat – tremble in my hands as I probe into her with my tongue, gulping down her nectar that bathes my face. I hear a rustling to my right, and sense that Maria is undressing as I bore into Stacy's cunt, locking my lips around it to suck her juices down. I'm right about Maria, and groan in my throat as the stunning little Latina tiptoes naked behind Stacy and unties her friend's halter top, removing it, then reaches around to fondle and stroke the petite gymnast's firm B-cup breasts. As she rolls Stacy's nipples between thumbs and forefingers, the little neighbor girl begins to chant, "Ohh... ohh... ohh... ohh... ohh," and thrusts her vulva up to my tongue, which is questing to bring her to a quick, clitoral orgasm. I realize with glee that I'm spoiled. Any man would appreciate the magnificent clasping snugness of Stacy's luscious insides, yet I hunger to see Maria's Mexican beauty, then feel her moist, gleaming skin, then eat her, then – finally – fuck her into oblivion. If I have one fetish, it's succulent teenage girls, and I know that I'll never tire of nailing them. Stacy now ignores the porno movie playing itself out on the screen, but Maria is captivated by it. As she kneads the flesh of her little friend's white tits, she's rubbing her hairy vulva against the back edge of the stool's seat; no, it's against Stacy's knuckles as her hands grip it. Her long, wavy black hair cascades down over her shoulders to caress those of her friend in the dim light, flickering as the moaning couple fucking on the screen begin to approach an orgasm. We three, also, are noisy in our own way. Stacy is gasping and crying out incessantly, with closed eyes, and bouncing her pelvis against my lips. Maria is keening nonstop in a soft, sensuous, wail as she pushes her vulva against her friend's fingers and grasps at her tits. I, of course, sound like a buffalo, snorting and rooting away with my tongue at Stacy's quivering cunt. Finally, Stacy's hips freeze in midair, and she climaxes, calling out my name time after time. Maria then arches her back and flings back her head to reveal her flawless neck, its jugular pulsing under the skin, and wails, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh," as a masturbatory orgasm grips her. I reach around Stacy to grab the Latina around her perfectly round ass and sandwich them both together, feeling their little teenage bodies tremble and squirm through their spasmodic joy. As punctuation, the couple on the screen erupts into a simultaneous climax, with the man hosing down the face and gaping mouth of his partner with a torrent of thick cum. The girls watch through slitted eyes, embracing and leaning against one another. I sit back, content that they've both gotten off to a good start, yet with a painful erection I want to continue. In mock anger I say, "Stacy, I told you that you could watch me work... as long as you kept quiet! You've been awfully noisy! As punishment, go into my bedroom and bring that tube of stuff from my nightstand!" She takes me seriously and, cowed, slips out of the room, allowing me to get at Maria. I sit the Mexican girl on the high stool and walk between her legs, which she raises as she looks submissively up into my eyes, allowing me to run my fingers up her sopping slit. I squeeze her swollen pussy lips between my fingers and lean down to kiss her, causing her to throw her arms around my neck and stab her tongue into my mouth, growling like a feral animal deeply in her throat. Stacy arrives with the lube, closes the door to our dark sanctuary – lit only by my red safe light and dim computer screen – and helps me slip out of my shirt as Maria's trembling hands wrestle with my belt, the top button and fly of my pants. I pull off Stacy's skirt, leaving them both unclothed, and soon I'm naked, a lecherous guy of 28 intent on fucking two girls ten years or more his junior. If they're not 18, I hope inwardly, that prior to sentencing me the Judge will understand how incredibly difficult it's been to fight off these two luscious, conniving female temptresses on this hot night. I stand and pull them both to me. Both are so short they barely reach my shoulders, so to kiss them I have to lean down uncomfortably to do so. But they have other ideas. Both begin by covering my chest – then my entire torso – with wet, sloppy kisses, nibbling at my flesh until my knees feel weak, then dropping slowly to their knees. My cock seems immense, hungering as it is to probe into – to bone, to fuck – these child-women, and they share the instrument among themselves. Their mouths and tongues cover my entire groin, from my perineum – my taint – forward to lave my balls and the entirety of my prick. Stacy mouths me while Maria licks behind my balls, then Stacy moves behind me to lick my rectum. Thank God I showered when I got home, I think, as her slim little tongue parts my anus gently, then proceeds to screw in and out. Maria looks up at me and opens her large mouth widely, bathing my glans with her hot breath without making contact. She then closes her velvety chamber around me and slides... slowly... to my belly, until her nose nestles in my pubic hair. I moan loudly, shaking my head back and forth as, amazingly, her teenage throat accepts my entire eight-inch offering. This is no amateur! I think to myself, as the girl cycles forward and backward, absolutely scorching my rod with her sublimely hot oral cavity. She mewls on the outstroke, then swallows me time after time until – with Stacy's anal probing – I'm afraid I'll cum prematurely. The entire picture is like a scene from Sodom and Gomorrah, lit as it is only by my soft, red darkroom safe light and computer screen saver. Maria's mouth makes me cry out again, but the neighbor kid comes to the rescue. "I get him first, Maria!" she cries, scrambling out from behind me to grab my cock. Maria defers to her, moans disappointedly and pulls off me, and both girls then draw me to the floor on my back. "S'okay, Erik, she's on the pill too!" Stacy assures me, practical little tramp that she is. Then she tries to push my cock head into her incredibly tight pussy, forcing herself down on me until she gasps in pain. "Ohhh, Erik, pleeze... can you help me, like on Saturday?" she asks, making me feel a bit sorry for her. Part of her initial zeal is because she wants to show her more voluptuous girlfriend that I'm hers... and that she's fully capable of handling me. Though she's failed in that, I raise up her hard little saddle with both hands, then lower her a bit, moving my butt so my cock stirs in her, and she gasps with pleasure. "Ohh... yeah... that's it," she says, as I repeat the move many times. Finally, her hot, velvet tightness encloses me until I'm at her cervix, and she begins to move up, down and around easily. "Ohh, Maria... he's so good... so biiiig!" she says to her friend, who's watching us fuse while plunging three fingers into herself with intense concentration. I reach over to Maria's silken hip, and draw her to me, inviting her to straddle my face in Stacy's direction. I catch a brief glimpse of her "Tramp Stamp" as she nestles her soft thighs around my cheeks, and I plunge my tongue up into her as she lets loose a glob of thick goo. I delight in the fact that apparently she's not cleaned herself... not bathed or showered... this day. Her hairy batch reeks of sweat and female musk as she gives me a full dose of her tangy womanly sap. This body isn't that of a girl, I think to myself, regardless of her tender age. My hands are full of Maria's flesh. Her soft sweaty thighs, hips and breasts fill my palms and grasping fingers and my ministrations cause her to moan deeply, in that low, sensuous alto voice. All the while, Stacy is milking at my cock frantically with her clasping gymnast's vagina... up and down... up and down... up and down. They both moan now, and their noise is punctuated with slick lapping sounds as their tongues probe one another's mouths, showing unselfish grace as they share me, their lecherous, teen-obsessed lover. I've tried to understand the thinking behind laws against fucking girls under 18. Why is it really illegal? I wonder, selfishly. I conclude that the statutes were probably enacted by men who really wanted to fuck 'em, yet were rejected by the little Lolitas, more than once. As each of them drools into the other's mouth, the girls pant, gasp, mewl and moan, and I feel their fingers flying across their clits as their respective thighs begin to tremble... quiver... palpitate, indicating a mutual rise to orgasm. I'm fascinated by these young chicks – such experienced little sluts – with perceptions of the world barely above those of two children. Cynically, I think, I won't want to see them in a few years. They'll probably be pregnant, perhaps obese, likely burdened with abusive husbands with IQs hovering close to room temperature, with several pre-delinquent children, perhaps a few who are illegitimate. Their tits will probably have sagged from having whelped their respective accidental broods. Possibly by then, I think, egotistically, they'll look back on these moments as high points in their development... a time when they could just fuck, without worry or apparent entanglements, and without wondering how to pay the bills. Thinking of Stacy's drug-addicted mother, who fucked me silly just days after I'd moved into this house, I marvel at how behavioral cycles tend to repeat themselves, generation after generation, among the subdued lower strata of the American majority. They both cum simultaneously, Stacy in high screams, Maria in low, drawn-out wails. Their bodies twitch and hammer at me ceaselessly, wringing peals of pleasure from their lungs as their hormones push their lovely little bodies – safe from pregnancy through chemistry – to the maximum. I delight in the fact that I'm physically and experientially conditioned for the long haul. I hope that Stacy has told her grandparents that she was planning to see two movies at the theatre. They collapse in a heap to one side of me, mewling softly and kissing, until I raise to my knees, my cock steel-like and poised, ready to plunder. I move the head of it closely to Maria's lips, which she opens immediately with a soft "aaangh," and I enter her mouth. She takes me deeply, and I realize again that she'll throat me. So, I move above her head and she cranes her neck back to straighten her throat so that I can plumb her in a direct line. As my substantial girth slides past her tonsils, her wet esophagus makes a hacking sound like ghllk. "Ghllk... ghllk... ghllk, ghllk," she utters, as my hips drive my rod into her throat. Her hands caress my thighs as I move forward and backward slowly, and the sight and sound – the mere idea – of what I'm doing makes me want to fill her mouth with cum. But, no, I resolve. I want to plant my first load in her belly. I pull from her mouth and she moans, distracted, and I flip her over and pull her up to her hands and knees. For the first time I see straight on the tattoo at the base of her spine. It's an oval ring of interlocked deer horns... a decidedly vulgar talisman to see on one so young. Hmmm, "Ass Antlers," I think to myself. Perhaps they'll be more fitting when she's a horny grandmother, I think, sardonically. But, that's hardly my concern. As I move behind her, between her soft, spread calves, Maria thrusts her caramel butt up at me and swallows my entire cock with her cunt. She's tight, but is very yielding and unbelievably wet... the opposite of Stacy in muscularity. I swear that she must be hollow, as I thrust deeply into her, slapping my hips against her sweaty butt, and she begins a low moan that grows in intensity and volume. Stacy watches us couple as Maria begins thrusting back against me, twisting her head from side to side and thrashing her wavy black hair forward, then back over her shoulders, as she fucks back at me furiously as only the most experienced women have. And she moans like few women I've known as well. To assist her, I gasp, "Stacy, lick her clit!" and the lithe little gymnast inches her way under her friend to lap at Maria's clitoris, causing her moaning to break into little staccato grunts. Stacy Stalks Her Neighbor Ch. 02 In that position, Stacy ministers to me as well, licking at my balls while sucking down Maria's juices, which now fairly pour from her cunt. While Stacy's pussy is like a tight wet glove, Maria's feels like a bowl of near-molten butter. I grip the brown girl's smooth buttocks now, roughly, and plunge my angry probe into her smothering heat, imagining myself one of General Blackjack Pershing's 19th Century Yankee soldiers, who crosses the border on patrol and rapes and impregnates an innocent, teenage Mexican senorita. The image evolves into her later becoming a village prostitute because of the public deflowering she's previously suffered, and she begins cumming. "Eeeeeyaaiiiieee!" she screams, her fulsome body thrashing about so that I can hardly stay mounted. She repeats that scream, time and time again, as the cum boils up from my balls and seethes her insides, causing her to prolong her climax as I pump her full. Toward the end of my blinding orgasm, I pull from her and splash cum onto her back as well as Stacy's face, which prompts her to take me into her mouth to milk the last from me. When I'm finished, she then sucks at Maria's messy cunt to eat the spunk that's running from her. Finally, before we fall into a pile of sated flesh, I notice my thick jizzum smeared on her deer antler tattoo. Maria lies on the floor on her stomach, rasping air into her starving lungs, and whispers, "Jesus Christ, Erik!" only her subconscious reversion to Spanish makes it sound like "Hay-soose Kreesto, Ereek!" She follows that with a profusion of south-of-the-border expletives. "Told ya' he was awesome, huh, girlfriend!" Stacy crows, as she walks to me on her knees to palm my softening dick. "Mmmm, you're too much, Erik! Here. Lemme show ya' what I learned this week!" she says, as she drops her head to my lap and sucks me into her mouth. Thinking ahead, I grab the tube of jelly from where Stacy has put it. In a few minutes I'll use it... this time to test the anal resilience of my two teenage charges. But first I must get hard again. Stacy's thin pink lips stretch like rubber bands around my cock as she gobbles it, dropping her tongue low in her mouth so that it's full of my softened fleshy mass. For a few moments she hums in her throat and bathes it with drool, until the vibrations in her larynx stimulate me and I begin to uncoil like an awakening serpent, twisting and filling with blood in her cavernous oral cavity. From my flaccid state I begin to straighten, first into a muscle-like protrusion, then – after another few moments – into an upright column. She then pays special attention to the head, flicking her tongue around my corona in a maddening dance that teases its thousands of nerves and makes the glans hard rather than spongy. Then, while rolling my scrotum in one hand and wanking my stiffening length with the other, she begins to slide her mouth up and down me until I'm fully erect. Now, as the tube on my dick's underside is filled to capacity, and its artery and fat veins bulge – which so fascinate the girl with their appearance – she takes me as deeply as she can to the top of her throat. Resting there for a moment to catch her breath, I look down at the back of her head, so neatly wrapped with her brown hair that's scrunched into a neat bun, until she pushes my cock head past her epiglottal obstruction and... suddenly the head's in her throat. I feel her gag slightly, but she's a trouper and pushes further, slowly, to take me to my balls. She pulls back quickly, then repeats the process, each time gaining easier access, blessed with more speed. She's also learned to coordinate her breathing with her oral plunges, and soon she's able to take me fully into her throat with few interruptions. She pulls off, jerking me with her slick hand, and beams at me, "Pretty good, huh! I trained with my mom's dildo!" Then she returns steadfastly to her business. As she throats me, I squeeze a bit of lubricant onto my fingers and slip it into her ass, her pink star winking at me within my hand's reach. I hand the tube to Maria and indicate silently that I want her to do the same to herself, which she does. Spreading her legs for me while on her back, she raises her soft butt off the floor and inserts a generous dollop into her brown pucker. Her fat, brown pussy lips open – still dripping with my cum – to show her internal pinkness as she greases her asshole. They're both ready, I gloat lustily to myself, and prepare to position them for a tandem onslaught. "C'mon, team, into the bedroom," I order. "Don't want your folks asking about carpet burns." Stacy's there first, and strips back the bedcovers to show Maria that she knows exactly what to do when in my room. They both tumble onto the bed and I grope their hot little bodies all over as they giggle in anticipation. "On your back, Maria," I say, and she complies immediately, her legs open and bent back to show her moist treasure. Her broad smile is all expectation. I slip a pillow under her ass and mutter to Stacy, "Lie down on her, baby. I wanta see some girl-on-girl action." Stacy's on her in a flash, her knees straddling the back of Maria's soft, open thighs, and they begin rubbing their tits together and tonguing one another's mouths. They're not new at this, I observe, as they moan and smack their lips together, swapping copious amounts of spit. Their vulvas also push against one another, stimulating their little clits as each of their bodies – one white, one a deep tan – find pleasure in writhing against the other. I stand watching them for a while, stroking my erection, and wonder if I should snap a few shots of them. Maybe later, I think, as I pull a digital camera from my nightstand. Right now, I'm going to avail myself of the bounty before me. I kneel behind and above Stacy and sandwich them both, my hands slipping between them to stroke four hard nipples, and I push my cock blindly forward, choosing not to know where it will end up. My serendipitous plunge is soon rewarded, though, as Maria releases a deep moan and swallows my length in her soaking gash. I revel in her buttery heat for a few moments, then withdraw and reach down to guide my entry and plumb Stacy's tight cunt for a while, causing her to grunt into Maria's mouth with each of my thrusts, as they've returned to their sloppy kissing. Then, wickedly, I reach between their humping vulvas and diddle both of their clits with two fingers. My objective is simple and straightforward: to bring at least Stacy to an orgasm, then slip into her flexing little ass at just the right moment. I wonder if it's virginal for one salacious moment – decide that Maria's is probably not, given her apparently greater experience – and thank myself for having the foresight to lubricate their assholes while in the darkroom. They're both taking full hip plunges now, with my cock thrusting to Stacy's cervix with each push, and responding to my caressing of their clits. Maria starts cumming first, yelping "Ahh... ahh, ahh, ohh... ohh... ohh... ahh... ahh," then Stacy closes her mouth on Maria's neck to muffle her own screams as her little ass hammers up at me and down against her friend's mound. At her peak, I pull out of Stacy and place my cock at her rectum as she bounces up and down, then I slide it into her ass a good two inches as she thrashes through her climax. "Aaawwwwgh!" she screams out in pain, yet continues to take me deeper into her colon. I inch forward with each of her convulsions, and feel the lining of her bowels spasm around me as I continue my quest. Maria soon captures her little friend's mouth and Stacy begins a long series of muffled screams as I gore her relentlessly. Soon I'm in her to my balls, and begin short thrusts, just flexing my buttocks, which moves me in and out of her no more than an inch at a time. And soon she's subdued, mewling sensuously as I poke her dark passage. "Ohhh, Eriiiik! Yeah, yeah, mmm, ohhh, ohhh... yeah... yeah... fuck... my ass... mmm... get it... ohh... mmm... ohh... ohh... ohh... ohh." I drill Stacy until she moans softly... continuously... and has come down from her orgasm. I then whisper to her, "I'm gonna do Maria now, honey. Don't move! Just hold her if she tries to buck me off... okay?" She murmurs assent and I pull from her, eliciting a short cry of disappointment as she feels the sudden emptiness. I pull Maria's legs higher and further open, teasing her rectum with my cock head. I hear her inhale deeply as my crown enters her asshole, then exhale as I slide slowly to my balls into her upturned pucker. "Ahhhh... Gaaawwwd!" she yells as I begin minutes of slow, slippery sodomy with the dusky little Latina. If these two aren't 18, how many years of hard time would I get from what I've done over the past hour or so? I wonder, contemplating going to prison. I've never been able to get over the feel of young girls' bodies! I'll always be a teenage pussy junky! But... I've gotta... finish... pretty soon, I think, as my rod slips in an out of Maria's willing ass, causing her to moan like a wanton adolescent whore. "Gonna cum, Stacy!" I warn. "Wanta cum in Maria's mouth! Slide out an' help me, baby, please!" I entreat, as I feel the tingles start in my upper thighs. Stacy scrambles off her friend and perches near her right shoulder and the first spasm hits me, causing me to pull out and kneel, ass-on-heels, and fire a rope of cum through the air to land perfectly from Maria's forehead down to her navel. I scramble up to her chest and Stacy grasps my cock at its base, playing the head at Maria's open mouth while the girl moans "aaannngh," and I shoot several more blasts into it, then all over her face, sticking one hazel eye shut. She hasn't spit or swallowed, but instead holds my seed in her mouth as Stacy then thrusts my dick between her friend's lips and I'm sucked dry. Maria then swallows. I'm still trembling as Stacy cleans me off with her tongue, apparently unmindful of the taste of Maria's bowels. The lusty little gymnast then sucks all visible traces of my cum from her friend's face and body, leaving only a glob that has stuck in the Mexican girl's black hair. Relaxing, I marvel at the facile manner in which these two have used their mouths and anuses. They're both Catholic, so I wonder idly if the nuns at school teach them early to use those holes, in hopes that they won't use the proper, conventionally acceptable one too soon. Stacy and Maria are 18, I discover, according to their IDs, and they got home okay that night, with their families none the wiser, apparently. I forgot to take pictures of them, though have done so subsequently of all three of us together. We've continued our weekly trysts for nearly a year, much to the delight of all, and I find that the girls have matured amazingly. Not only have their bodies grown more adult, but they can actually finish a complete sentence without using "like," "ya' know" or "awesome." Though neither will attend college, nor will Mensa likely be calling them, they're both approaching age nineteen, and – with my help – they've already gotten some modeling gigs, which recently helped Stacy become a full-fledged Raiderette. Given her new status, I assume that soon she'll become the plaything of one or more pro football players. But in the meantime, they're very secretive about our liaisons, are loyal, and treat me like a god. So, who knows how long this threesome will last? Please vote and send feedback!