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My Next Door Neighbour

By: quinn rogan



"Hi, Mike!" June sang out, as the car cruised to a halt on the driveway, adjacent to where Mike was cutting the grass on his front lawn.

"Hi, June," replied Mike, cutting the mower and ambling over to his neighbour's drive. June was getting out as he said – "How's things?"

"Oh, fine," she replied, with a friendly smile. The two couples – June and Gordon, and Mike and Mary – had been neighbours for close on twenty-five years, and had the ideal 'neighbour' relationship. A very occasional social get-together – invitations to each other's childrens' weddings – a drink at Christmas – and. otherwise, just the occasional amiable chat when they happened to be outside the house at the same time – like now.

"Did I hear the grandchildren yesterday?" asked Mike.

"Yes – the kids came over for Fathers Day," grinned June. "I think Gordon stopped feeling grateful about four o'clock."

Mike grinned in return. "We descended on them – on Saturday – got it over early, and it finished in our time. We left when we'd had enough ...... didn't have to wait for them to decide to go. Sounds awful, doesn't it?"

"Yes," said June, opening the boot of the car, to get her shopping out. "Still, we've all done our bit on the child-rearing front – why shouldn't we have a bit of peace and quiet when we want it?"

"Mmmm," agreed Mike, casting his eye around the empty road. "Remember when the road was full of bikes, and footballs?"

June straightened up, two plastic bags dangling from either hand.

"Oh, yes," she sighed. "They were good times, weren't they? And now – you're retired! How are you enjoying it?"

"Oh, it's pretty good," said Mike. "I can take it a bit easier – get things done in less of a rush, in the house, and the garden."

"And how long has Mary to go?"

"Over a year, still," he replied.

June carried the bags to the front door and took them inside the house. Mike lit a cigarette, watching her as she walked. For a woman in her mid-fifties, she still has a nice tight bum, he thought, and she can still get away with wearing blue denim jeans.

She came out again.

"Gordon's had to go to Leicester today," she said. "He's trying to ease off, too, but it's difficult, with your own business. Still, he'll be packing it up altogether, at Christmas, and handing it over to Simon."

She was leaning into the boot, again, from the other side, this time. The top of her white t-shirt dropped, revealing the valley between her breasts, as well as her white brassiere. Automatically, Mike glanced away, feeling a bit of a hypocrite, as he did so.

Two days previously, he had been upstairs when June had been doing a bit of weeding in her front garden. She had been crouched forward over a flowerbed, and her t-shirt had gaped then, too. He hadn't looked away, then – he had got as close to the window as he could, and enjoyed the view. He fancied he had even seen one of her nipples, but his eyesight wasn't sharp enough for him to be sure ......

She was still bent over when he returned his gaze. They were quite firm-looking, he thought, and he felt a stirring ...... She straightened up and smiled at him as she set off to the house again. Mike had never thought much about June – in 'that' way, before – she had been very slim, almost skinny, when Mike and Mary had moved in, but, with age, she had put on a little weight - in the right places - and it suited her ......

There were still two or three bags in the boot. He drew on his cigarette. His mouth was getting a little dry, and he could feel a tension going through him.

She came out again. He wondered if she sensed he had been looking at her, but she just smiled and leant over again.

"That's a nice top, June," Mike said, suddenly. He amazed himself. He didn't know where that had come from ......

She lifted her head, looking puzzled, then glanced downwards to remind herself what she was wearing ......

"Ohhh," she said, then – "Sorry. I – I didn't realise ......"

"Christ," he thought. She's apologising – to me! His face was turning red with embarrassment. He didn't know what had possessed him to say what he had said.

She was still leaning into the boot, but her left hand was holding the top of her t-shirt up against her chest.

"No!" Mike blurted, in confusion. "No – I'm sorry. I – I ......"

His voice trailed away, then he said – "No – don't – cover up, June."

But she kept her hand where it was. She let the bags she had gathered drop to the floor of the boot, and slowly straightened up. She looked at him, a puzzled frown on her face.

He took a deep breath – in for a penny, in for a pound!

"I suppose what I meant was – I enjoyed seeing your breasts. I'm sorry – I know I shouldn't have said it, but, you have lovely breasts and – well, it was nice to get a glimpse of them, like that."

June let out a deep breath, her face turning a little pink. Her short fair hair, streaked with natural grey, surrounded an averagely attractive face with green eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose and a wide mouth.

"After all this time?" she said.

Mike shrugged, helplessly. He knew he was out of his depth.

"Well, I've always – sort of – admired you, but – we're neighbours. I don't know what made me say something, then, but ...... well, the hell with it ...... I said, it, anyway."

It wasn't until she lowered her arms that he realised that they had been folded over her chest since she had stood up.

"I – I don't know what to say," June replied, in a low voice. "Maybe it should be – 'thank you' – I suppose it's a sort of – compliment."

"Well, it was meant that way," Mike said, almost defiantly. "I mean, it's OK if I say your hair's nice, isn't it?"

She smiled at him. "Yes, of course – I know what you mean ......" She chuckled a little, and he took his courage in both hands.

"So – it's not an insult to tell you you've got nice tits, then?"

Her face flamed. In her confusion, she leaned forward into the boot again, to break their stare at each other – to give her something to do. Halfway down, she realised what she was doing, and jerked back up again.

"Look," said Mike. "I'm really sorry – let me get the rest of your stuff out."

He leant in and picked up the bags. When his head emerged, June was halfway to her front door, and, automatically, he followed her, carrying the five bags. She hurried through the house to the kitchen, at the back, and he followed on, laying the bags on the kitchen table.

"Look, I'm sorry, June," he said. "I'm right out of order – just try to forget I ever said anything. I really value you and Gordon as our neighbours – can we just ......"

But her hand was waving in the air, in front of her face, her head shaking. 

"Mike," she said. "Just – just give me a minute. I know it sounds corny, but this is very – unexpected. But – but – well, I'm not saying it's entirely – unwelcome."

"No," she went on hurriedly, as Mike began to speak. "Just – let me – let me – finish."

She turned away, looking out of the kitchen window. She spoke very quietly, and Mike had to strain, to hear her.

"It was when you called them 'tits'," she said. "'Breasts' are one thing – respectable – for feeding babies, and finding bras to fit. 'Tits' are different – they're sexy – sexual. It's a long – long – time since mine were called 'tits' – and – and – I liked it ……"

She was gripping the edge of the kitchen sink with her hands, staring, fixedly out of the window.

Mike felt the tension rise in him. Scarcely aware of what he was doing, he stepped forward. She had to be aware of his presence behind her. He could see her knuckles were white, where she was holding the porcelain. He raised his hands, sliding them between her arms and her body. Opening them, he turned them to face her, and closed them over the twin mounds in her t-shirt.

She let out a small sigh, and her hands relaxed.

Mike moved his mouth to the back of her neck, and nuzzled it with his lips. She leant back, a few millimetres, into the front of his body.

"OK if I give your tits a feel, then, June?" he whispered, and felt her laugh, nervously, then her hands came up and closed over his, squeezing them. He pushed his erection against her, and felt an answering wriggle.

He found the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it. Her hands helped him, took it away from him, and she pulled it over her head. He felt for her tits, again. Her bra was of some thin material – he could feel the shape of her nipples through it. As he ran the tips of his fingers over them, she twisted her head and kissed him, hungrily, on the mouth.

He plunged his tongue between her lips, his fingers working at the catches on her brassiere. As the last one gave, she broke off the kiss and giggled.

"It's a long time since someone else undid my bra for me," she whispered, then pushed her head into his chest as he pushed the cups away, and her naked breasts fell free.

They felt firm and ripe in his hands, her nipples thick and turgid. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and felt her shudder – then her hand snaked down over the front of his trousers, closing over the shape of his engorged penis.


It was Mike's turn to give a little shudder of pleasure – her hand slid the length of his cock, leaving it nestling against her palm. Involuntarily, his hands closed over her pliant breasts, and squeezed.

"They're OK, then - my tits?" June breathed against his shoulder.

"Lovely," he reassured her. "Very firm, and – nice. Nice tits." He squeezed then again, and felt for her nipples. Then he pushed his head down, and kissed her again. Her mouth was soft, her lips moist. She turned her body, so she could face him. Somehow, her bra got dislodged in the process and, naked to the waist, she lifted her arms and kissed him properly, her hands running through his hair. Her tongue slid through his lips and explored the inside of his mouth.

Then she broke the kiss.

"Mike," she said. "Will you do something for me?"

"Yes," he said, unhesitatingly, praying she wasn't going to ask him to leave it at that – but, somehow, he didn't think so.

"Could you go out the front door, back into your house, then come through the fence, at the back?"

"Oh – sure," Mike agreed. She was right. The road had seemed empty, but – well, you never knew. He kissed her on the lips again, then hurried to the door. He turned, just before he opened it.

"Don't move," he entreated. There was a chuckle in her voice, as she replied – "I won't!"

Mike's heart was thudding as he entered his own front door, then hurried through to the back garden. He turned on the telephone answering machine on the way through, then hurried through the bushes to the gap in the fence ......

When he entered the next-door kitchen, June had put her t-shirt back on, but, as he opened the door, she waited till he was in, then peeled it over her head. She held her pose, holding the shirt above her head, allowing Mike to stare frankly, admiringly at her firm breasts, with their large brown aurolae, and thick dark nipples.

She smiled at him, obviously basking in his admiration.

"You like?" she enquired, lifting her hands lazily, and cupping her breasts, her thumbs teasing the nipples to further erection.

He grinned. "Lovely pair of tits, June – I always thought so."

"No, you didn't," she countered. "I hardly had any when you came here – I was all skin and bone. I was jealous of Mary, and her big boobs. I used to see Gordon eyeing them – mind you, he still does!"

By now, she was in Mike's arms again.

"Aye, well, they've headed south a bit, now," remarked Mike, drily, then added – "a bit like her desire quotient."

"Are you sure?" asked June. "When did you last try?"

Mike shrugged.

"Yes," she said. "A bit like Gordon, I think."

"Maybe you could get him to try her, then?" suggested Mike, and instantly regretted it – he didn't want to go down that route.

He silenced her reply with a kiss, dropping his hand to her hips, and pulling her towards him. She surrendered to his kiss, and moved against him.

"Shall we go upstairs?" she suggested, after a minute, and his insides lurched. He had wondered if this was just to be a 'kiss and a cuddle' ...... His cock stiffened in anticipation as he reluctantly released her firm bottom. 

He let June lead the way out of the kitchen, admiring her straight back, and the way she let her hands fall to her sides, resisting the temptation to cover herself on the way through the house. Mary had never been comfortable about walking around bare-breasted ......

As they reached the landing, she turned, as Mike had expected, towards the 'guest' bedroom, and opened the door. She held it open for him, and he ducked his head to kiss one of her nipples as he passed. Quick as a flash, she grabbed his head, and pressed it against her tit.

"Oh, I love having them kissed," she groaned, her hand clutching his hair. "Oh, Christ, I'd forgotten how much I miss that ......"

Mike was finding his position a little awkward, half-bent over June's chest, and he manoeuvred the two of them towards the double bed, easing her down on to it, his lips fastened round her now fully erect nipple. Kneeling by the bed, he fondled her other tit, teasing the nipple as she groaned with increasing intensity.

She was lying on her back, writhing around on the duvet cover. Mike allowed his hand to slide down over her flat belly. Her denim trousers had a single fastening popper button, then a zip. He felt for the button, but her fingers were there, already. She popped the button, and raised the catch on the zip, then slid her hand away.

Mike grasped the zip catch, and slid it downwards. It travelled easily. As it did so, he felt the material of her panties under the tips of his fingers and his heart leapt with excitement. How long was it since he last felt a strange pussy? Too long – way too long ......

The zip reached the end of its journey and he moved his fingers up the slippery material of June's panties till they reached the waistband. Hesitating for a second, to savour the moment, he slid the tips of his fingers under the material, and began to push downward. His fingers glided over smooth skin – and continued to glide ......

It wasn't until he felt the unmistakeable moistness, then his finger dipped into damp yielding flesh, that he realised she was shaven. He had never felt a shaved cunt before, and the novelty halted him in his tracks. 

But June was now writhing wildly beneath him, her gasps increasing in intensity. He slid his middle finger in between what seemed to be very long labial lips and, as his middle finger stroked up her channel to find her G-spot, his thumb successfully sought out the hard bud of her clitoris.

As he touched it, June arched her back, emitting a strangled scream, and began to buck uncontrollably. Flicking her clit with his thumb, he closed his teeth lightly on her nipple, and shared her ecstasy as she moved her hips frantically up and down, against his hand ......

"Oh, Mike, that was lovely," June breathed as her climax passed, and she sank back on the duvet. "Oh, I needed that ...... But don't worry – there's plenty more where that came from!"

She took a deep breath, then another, then gave a quick embarrassed laugh.

"Look at me," she giggled. "Grandmother of three, lying on my bed, in the middle of the afternoon, my slacks round my knees, and my next-door neighbour's hand inside my panties ......"

"And his mouth on your nipple," added Mike, bending his head, and flicking his tongue back and forward. June gave a little squirm of pleasure.

"Why don't you slip your jeans off and join me up here?" she murmured. "Or are you going to stay on your knees on the carpet all afternoon?"

Reluctantly, Mike slid his fingers out of her panties and set about kicking off his shoes and socks, then pulled down his jeans. As he did so, June leaned forward and shucked her slacks off, then slid across to make room for him on the bed.

With a little embarrassment, Mike noticed a dark patch on the front of his boxer shorts, and pulled down his t-shirt to cover it. If June noticed, she didn't say anything, and, as he sat on the edge of the bed and swung his legs round, she opened her arms ......

Her mouth opened to meet his, and she eased her body towards him. Arms round each other, they kissed deeply. Mike could feel the pressure of her bare breasts on his t-shirt covered chest, her thighs against his, the soft flesh of her abdomen providing a cushion for the throbbing underside of his cock.

Her hands sought out his t-shirt, and she eased it over his head. Now, her breasts were pushing against the bare flesh of his chest, and he gloried in the sensation, moving against them, knowing that the hairs on his chest would be teasing and tantalising her erect nipples.

Then, he felt her hand slide down his belly. It was light, and warm. It seemed to glide effortlessly under the waistband of his boxer shorts, then the tips of her fingers caressed his cock, just below the corona. They lingered there, for a few seconds, then she made a little sound, and grasped the top of his shorts.

She had to break their kiss to lean down and pull the shorts down his thighs. Her face was very close to his penis as it sprang up, and he could see her looking at it. He hoped it was OK – that it didn't disappoint her. Now, they were completely disengaged, as she pulled his last garment down, over his ankles.

Her back was to him and, on an impulse, he reached forward and took hold of the top of her panties. June dropped his shorts over the end of the bed, then straightened up, on her knees, still facing away from him – waiting.

He rolled her panties down over her hips. They were slim, well-toned, like the backs of her thighs. As her panties descended to just above the backs of her knees, June swivelled gracefully to lie on her back, legs slightly apart, her feet towards Mike.

He gazed at her shaven cleft, his penis jerking in excitement at the blatancy of the display. Her vagina held no secrets. Her outer lips, blood-swollen – the long slit, silvery with moisture – and, at the top, the hooded bud of her clitoris.

"Do you like it, Mike?" she breathed, moving her legs, discreetly, to discard her panties, then widening her thighs, as if to present her vagina for his inspection.

"Oh, yes," he breathed, then – "Can't you tell?" and he jerked his head downwards, at his pulsating penis.

"Is that – for Gordon?" he couldn't resist asking, and she shook her head, vehemently.

"No," she said. "It's for me. It makes me feel good – clean, and cool. The girls suggested it. They both do it – oh, I don't suppose I should tell you that ......"

Mike tried to stifle mental images of June's two married daughters, Alyson and Carol, lying before him, like their mother. He wasn't entirely successful ......

June laughed softly. "Sorry, Mike, that wasn't fair," she said, then reached out her hand, curling her fingers round the shaft of his cock. She drew it gently towards her parted thighs ......

As the tip of his corona suddenly made contact with her moist, cool vaginal lips, something like an electric shock ran through his whole body. He looked down at her total nakedness.

"This is unbelievable," he said, wonderingly.

She smiled up at him, her hand still round his rigid penis.

"It's taken a long time," she breathed. "Let's not waste any more, Mike – I want you to fuck me."

She moved her hand and, suddenly, the tip of his cock was right inside her, enfolded in her sweet warmth. He moved his hips, and felt it slide in, felt her delicious moist channel engulf his entire surface, felt her grip the pulsating root with her vaginal muscles, heard her sigh with pleasure as his heavy, full testicles rested against the taut flesh of her upraised thighs.


My Next Door Neighbour



Now I have to tell someone this story of how I got this beautiful young woman to be my willing sex slave and slut. She will do anything for me no matter what it is. It all started a few years ago. I had lived next door to this family for many years, their only daughter is who this story is about. It started about a month before her 18th birthday when she started dating this guy. She would come to talk with me about what guys want because she was too afraid to talk to her dad or brothers about it. She was interested in sex and all the aspects of it but she didn't want to give her virginity away to just anyone or be forced into it. 

About two months later it was her 18th birthday and she was having a party at her house while her parents were away for the weekend. It was getting late and I was up in my study and could hear the party ending even through my closed windows. I glanced out my window as I saw someone walking into the backyard next door, and it was her with her boyfriend going to the swinging bench seat. I opened my window to listen and watch as they made out and fondled each other, I got very turned on. I have been very attracted to her for years; however with her age and my own of 31 I would not jeopardize my career for it but I oh so thought about it on several occasions. 

As I sat there listening I heard him say something about me watching, but I kept at work on the computer which did face the window. I never did look down directly but rather kept my eye out on them as he started to get rough. And more then once she had to tell him to stop and take it easy. Hell she even told him she wanted to have sex with him but to be gentle about it.

I guess the fifth time is the charm for her cause she finally pulled down her shirt and up her skirt and told him enough. Now I did look on as he got mad and stood up, called every name in the book including "blue baller," "bitch," "slut," and a few other choice words. In the middle of it I turned off my light and my computer so that I could appear to be doing normal things when I went down stairs. 

As I exited outside through the kitchens patio door I could hear her crying somewhere. So I walked over to the shed near the fence line, and saw her sitting in the grass near the swing.

"Nicole?......are you alright Hun?"

She responded in a very raspy and broken voice, "ye....yes.....yes I...I'm....fine"

"sure you are Nicole. I totally believe ya. Now tell me what's wrong?"

Nicole giggled at the sarcasm and relaxed some as she straightened up and looked at me, "thanks I needed that. Its my boyfriend he is SUCH A FRICKING JERK. All men are now that I think about it."

As I listened to her I saw her nipples were still hard thru her blouse and her skirt showed her nice shaved and smooth legs. "Yeah, it's a good thing I am not one of them ya know."

Again she laughed hard at this and stood up walking over to the fence as she would when we would talk. I looked at the house and noticed there were still plenty of people there. "Who's watching over the house? Brother?"

"Yeah, the parents didn't trust me alone with the party and you know dad the cop there is a squad that passes by all the time too."

I watched her face form behind and to the side as her eyes closed and fluttered softly to my hands caressing her breasts in and up softly and yet firmly. Her nipples poking thru her blouse were being pinched slightly between fingers. Her moans became louder as her nipples became more sensitive.

Kissing her ear lobe now and then slowly suckling it into my mouth she groaned out, "mmmmmmm, feels soooo good."

Stopping long enough to whisper softly in her ear, "has anyone ever done this for you before?"

"No," her words are so soft as she is so relaxed, "not until now." 

"Guess you have only been with boys, huh?"

Not letting her answer, my fingers pinched her nipples through her shirt. So instead of a verbal response, I got a loud groan telling me she enjoyed it. With her nipples hard nubs now I pushed into them with two fingers.

Nicole arched her back making her breasts extend out to my fingers as they pushed in now. Her head began to roll from side to side slightly as the nipples were pushed into her breasts and the heat of her body. 

The fabric was slick and hard to keep pressure on her nipples the whole time, but the fingers pushed as far as they could and twisted slightly making her legs weaken as her hips were rubbing side to side. One of her hands came to my head to rub my scalp as I kissed her neck, the other hand gripped mine over her breasts and rubbed them gently and lovingly. 

I kept at her hard nubs and nipples' knowing no one has ever treated her body like the temple it was. The way a woman's body should be aroused totally and completely so she can truly enjoy its wonders. 

I kissed over the back of her neck, just above her spine and let the tongue touch her skin lightly and lick her. She bent her head forward to let me kiss more. Nicole's hand tried to bring my hand down her body more, but I continued to let the fingers twist the fabric into her nipples and then pinching them hard between the fabric. Nicole groaned loud and arched more into my fingers until I let them go.

The fingers let the nipples go through into the cooler air. She moaned as the air touched her hot hard nipples. She took a deep hard breath in as the cool air hit her.

I walked around to her right side, and gripped her hands in mine and pulled her softly down the hall and into my body face to face. 

I leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips, making it a very deep passionate soft kiss. Hands bringing her arms around my waist as I then put mine around hers and pulling her in tight. While kissing her still, I begin turning her slowly so her back is facing the wall now.

My hands glide down her back to her hips as I push us back slowly into the wall. As her back touches I kiss her harder and let her go right up against the wall.

My tongue begins to part our lips and teasing hers with soft touches in and out of our lips. Her sighs into our kiss and her surprise as the cool wall touches her back and ass with a soft groan.

I unzip her skirt from behind and let it drop to the floor as our kiss gets harder and more passionate. 

I pull away form the kiss sucking on her lower lip with a sigh as the hands run up under her shirt now to her bra and caress her breasts again softly.

I begin kissing down her jaw now to her neck. With each kiss my tongue touches her skin softly then lifts up and touches again with the next kiss. Each kiss goes down her body more and more. 

The hands and fingers press in her breasts forcing her body into the wall with each deep caress. As my kisses reach her neck and chest area the hands begin to glide down her body again.

Nicole's hands go to my head and hair as I skip down her body past her shirt with my kisses. All the way to her tummy and kissing around her navel as the hands grip her silk lace panties. Fingers going inside them as I look down seeing them soaking wet in her juices.

I began to push down her panties to her thighs and let the cool air hit her hot moist pussy now. Looking up into her eyes I ask, "Have you ever felt someone's tongue on your pussy, clit, or inside you?"

She began to push her hips out as I spoke, biting her lips, and shaking her head softly side to side.

"Don't be scared. I will just let my mouth and tongue play with you some. I bet your juices taste good."

With her panties down past her knees now I kiss down her tummy to the top of her pussy. She trimmed her pussy for her boyfriend a nice little piece of brown hair landing strip above her slit was so soft to the lips as I began to kiss down more.

I ran my tongue down her slit once and heard her sigh and push out instantly into my mouth and face with her hips. Looking up I saw her head roll back onto the wall and her eyes half close.

I licked again up her slit and watched her head roll side to side and moan this time with a harder lick. Her fingers gripped my hair instead of rubbing as I licked again harder up and down this time in one motion. 

Her breathing was become faster and faster almost a panting as the tongue again licked up and down and gliding in between the lips now as it kept going up and down.

She was moaning softly at first with the tongue inside her, but as she relaxed and trusted me more she became louder and louder. Her whole body tensed in one motion and she held her breathe.

My tongue touched her clit just then and I could see her lips bite down and feel her hips push hard into my mouth. My hands pushed her legs apart more for me as I kneeled now in front of her. My tongue never left her clit as I moved around. Her breathing was now deep gasps as she stood there against the wall. 

Tossing her panties behind me into the living room my tongue began to circle her clit. She was so aroused by now she gave a small scream as her body writhed under my touches. Her body gave me a small orgasm. But not one I wanted from her, this surprised me. She sighed deeply as my tongue continued to circle her clit. It was swollen and very sensitive. 

"Thank you," she said. "That was great."

Bringing my tongue off her clit and into my mouth again as I look up, "Nicole that was nothing, I want you to feel a real orgasm and have more then one."

She looks down at me with a look of surprise at my words, "Thought those were just stories, fantasies, or myths."

Without saying another word my fingers parted her pussy and my tongue flicked her clit back and forth firmly and fast. She reacted instantly with a groan and arching out into my face and her head writhing on the wall again.

I continually flick the clit back and forth fast and firmly just over the tip of the clit. Hands on her hips and tummy with fingers pulling the lips apart, they can feel her muscles tighten in the hips and tummy. I then push on the clit with the tongue, once it has swollen and became sensitive again. My lips surround the pussy now as I push the teeth over the area of her clit. Tongue slowly letting it up into my teeth, and then wrapping my lips around her clit. Humming very roughly and making her clit vibrate as she moans out very loud and her whole body writhes on the wall. Her fingers are like vice grips in my hair pulling me into her pussy. 

My lips and voice in unison making her clit vibrate hard and long. The vibrations being felt into her hips and tummy areas, as my lips begin to suck on her pussy and she wants to cum. I insert a finger into her pussy and tap her g-spot firmly and softly. As I begin to do this she screams out, "OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDD!!"

Her pussy squirts out cum as her whole body explodes into an orgasm. My finger continues to tap her g-spot as I hum on her clit. Her pussy keeps squirting out cum onto the floor, my chest, my neck, my lips, and my finger in her pussy.

As I feel her orgasm begin to fade I slowly starting flicking the tip of her clit inside my mouth. She squeals again a whimpering, "Nooooo, more, OHHHH"

She takes a gasp and again, "Please.....OHHH MYYYY.....GOOOODDDDD!"

Her body again spasms in reaction to this stimulation and another wave of an orgasm hits and washes over her body. Her cum pours out slowly this time as my finger exits. My mouth begins encircle her pussy and suck up all her juices.

My tongue lets her clit go and rubs all over her lips as I suck her juices out of her pussy. She is so sensitive her pussy quivers at these touches. Her legs are weak and wobbly as she stands before me. My hands let her pussy go and wrap around her back to hold her up as I continue to lick and suck her pussy. Sighing deeply as I taste her juices, "Nicole, mmmmmm, you taste so good. Your pussy is magnificent." My tongue goes back to licking her clean.

Her fingers loosen on my hair and begin to rub again. She is breathing very deeply trying to slow down. As she gasps she says, "Oh my god. You are incredible Sir. I have....never.....felt like that.....EVER before...." 

I stand before her and kiss her softly on the lips letting her taste her juices on my lips and tongue. Breaking back form the kiss after a short while, "we are not done yet, Nicole. We have just begun your journey to sexual enjoyment."

I wink at her as I kiss her again, leaning into her as she is pressed into the wall.



My Next Door Neighbour Famke Jansen



Author's note: I have been told my stories are long, so I'm continuing this new thing I started up, where you can read the main part of the story by scrolling down to where the stars are. I want to thnank Brent for the idea of this story and just hope you all enjoy reading about this gorgeous woman as much as I enjoyed writting about her.

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I woke up, my alarm ringing. I reached over and turned it off. I looked at the clock, 8.00am. I smiled to myself, I had come a long way since I first moved to New York. I had moved over a year ago from California. I got a job at a big corporate building as some data processor. A 9-5. I was at the bottom of the ladder. The pay wasn't bad and that's what was keeping me there.

Last month the best thing ever happened, I got promoted. All my work mates were pissed, they had been there longer than me and I got promoted before them. So to say, they all turned on me, but I didn't care. I had an office now, while they were all in little cubicles. Sure, I was a bit of a loner. All of my mates were still in California and the only people I knew or met was work. But at the amount I was making, I didn't give a shit, well not yet. Before I use to live on the other side of the city, it took me an hour to get to work and I'd wake up an hour before, so I'd wake up at seven to make it, now that I got more money, I was able to afford a nicer place closer to work. Now it only took me ten minutes to walk to work.

It was just another day at work, except for it was Friday night and I couldn't go to the usual spots, because that's where all my work mates were and I didn't want to run into them, so I decided to rent a DVD and stay in. When I got to Blockbusters, I decided to watch the second season of 'Nip Tuck.' I had seen the first on TV and I tried to watch the second but lost track of it. So I decided to rent it. I made my way home. I looked at the clock, it was only half five. I had plenty of time to watch the whole season. I couldn't be bothered to change, so I took off the blazer and tie and sat there in my work pants and shirt, with a vest underneath.

I started off with the last episode on the second disc, episode 6, I don't know why I got the first disc, I've already seen up to episode 5. I sat down with a bowl of chocolate covered raisins. I don't know why I did, but I wasn't a popcorn type of guy, and chocolate covered raisins seemed as good as anything else.

About half way through the episode, there was a knock at the door. Who the hell could that be? I didn't know anyone in New York. If it was anyone important, they'd knock again and sure enough, they knocked again. I looked at the screen, Ava. She looked hot, so I paused it while the camera was on her. I walked over to the door, looked through the peep hole. It was a dark haired woman, she was looking into the peep hole so I could see her face, more her eye really. I couldn't really make out who she was, but I was sure I didn't know who she was.

"Hi?" I heard her voice call out. "I'm your next door neighbour!" She said. What the hell was I staring through the peep hole for and not opening the door? It's not like she was some big, bold scary looking guy. I opened the door instantly.

"How can I help?" I asked. Now that I could see the whole of her and not just her face, she looked very good. She was in a grey t-shirt and grey shorts. She had her hair left out and was barefoot. She was a couple of inches taller than me. She had long, incredible looking beautiful legs. She was holding a small cake in her hands.

"Hi! I'm your next door neighbour!" She repeated. "I've been away on work and just got back and heard that a new guy moved in, so I got you a cake." She said holding the cake up. She smiled tilting her head to one side. I looked down and noticed that she was rubbing the back of her calf with the back of her foot. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she came here with the intent of flirting with me.

"Oh thanks." I said. I had to get this incredibly hot woman into my apartment. "Can you just..." I looked around. "Set it over there." I said pointing at the table. She walked in, I couldn't take my eyes off her legs.

"I'm Kash." I said. "I didn't quite catch your name."

"I'm Famke." She said, giving me a sweet smile and walking towards the door. Famke? Famke? The name rang a bell. Famke! I'm such a dumb fuck! I looked over at the screen and it hit me.

"You're..." I pointed at the TV. That's why she wasn't here when I moved in! She was filming a movie!

"Yep! That's me!" She said. "What is that anyway?" She said, moving to see the TV screen.

"Second season of Nip Tuck." I replied. "You wanna join me?" That came out of nowhere.

"Sure! I got nothing else to do." She said walking out the front door. "Let me just..." She pointed at her door, which was open. She went over to the door quickly, closed her it and walked back into my apartment. I closed the door behind her. She walked over and sat on the couch, lifting her legs up on the couch, kneeling, putting her weight on the side of one of her thighs.

"Ooh! Chocolate!" She said reaching into the bowl.

"They are chocolate covered raisins." I said taking a seat beside her.

"That's quite an odd thing to be eating." She said, still taking a handful of raisins. She put a bunch in one hand and used the other hand to eat them one by one.

"So what were you filming?" I asked.

"The Ten." She replied. "Enough about me." She said, like we'd been talking about her all this time. "What do you do?" So that's when the whole story about my career started and we ended up trading stories about work and life in general.

We had been watching for over six hours, gone through two pizzas, one was ham and pineapple and the other was nothing special but still a classic, plain cheese. We had a couple of bears each. We were starting to feel more comfortable around each other, joking. My hands started to wonder and Famke wouldn't say a word. She acted like it was a natural thing, my hands were all over her legs. They were so beautiful I couldn't keep my hands off them.

We were watching the last episode of the season and Famke decided to make a comment when it started t start up.

"You know..." She started. "In the next episode you find out that I'm a man."

"You're what?!" I said in shock. "You're a man?"

"Yeah!" She laughed. "Ava, or should I say Avery, turned into a woman to be with Alec Baldwin."

"Alec Baldwin?"

"Yeah. They liked each other but Alec Baldwin didn't want to be with a guy so Avery turned into a woman, Ava." She had just given away such a big part to the whole season, but I wasn't even bothered. Right now Famke had her long legs going over my lap, her legs bent at the knees. She had her back against the arm of the chair and the soles of her feet pressed against the other arm of the chair.

"So you're a dude?" I asked.

"Yeah!" Famke replied.

"I thought you were really hot!" I joked, but being very serious.

"No!" She said once she realised what I was implying. "I'm not really a guy! I played one."

"But you just said 'Yeah' when I asked if you're a dude."

"I thought you meant on the show!" She was on the defensive. "If you don't believe me, I could show you."

"That would be great!" I smiled. She realised what I was doing and gave me an annoyed smile.

"I bet you would!" She laughed, pulling one of her legs back and nudging my thigh with the back of her foot.

"Hey I didn't ask you, you're the one who said you'd show me." She smiled and nudged my thigh again with the back of her foot. This time I grabbed her foot and put it on my lap, to stop her from doing it again. I even kept hold of it so she couldn't pull away. I stared at her foot. It was quite big.

"I know!" Famke said. "They're huge!" It was like she was reading my mind. 

"They aren't that big." I said.

"They're a size 10." She said. Actually that is quite big.

"That isn't big!" I said. "They're in proportion to your body. I'm 5'9" nearly 5'10" and you're a couple of inches taller. You're like what? 5'11", 6' tall?"

"5'11" That's quite an accurate guess." She said. "But that still doesn't mean I'm not huge."

"No you're not! Supermodels are that height, and you have the feet to match. Long sexy toes and a beautiful sole."

"Do you have a bit of a foot fetish?"

"No. But is it wrong that your feet turn me on?" She smiled and avoided the question. We carried on watching the episode. I still had Famke's foot in my hand and I found that I was starting to kind of squeeze it a little, pressing my thumb onto the sole, on the balls just under her toes. Famke looked at me.

"You know... that feels really good."

"What?" I said and she looked down and kind of pointed at her foot with her head. "Oh! I didn't even realise I was doing it."

"You reckon you could do the other one too!" She asked putting her finger near her mouth pouting.

"Sure!" She bought her other foot up on to my lap and straightened the leg that I was massaging the foot of.

"It's getting kind of cold." I commented after a while. "Are you cold?" I asked.

"A little." She replied.

"Here." I said taking my shirt off. "Put this on." I said handing my shirt to her.

"Oh! That's so sweet!" She said, leaning forward, putting it on. "But won't you be cold?"

"I'm in my own home, if I get cold, I'll go put something on." I sat there in my vest.

"Fair point." She said buttoning up the shirt. We carried on watching the episode while I continued to massage her foot. Pressing my thumb up and down her soles. Her foot was pretty much like the rest of her, stunning. Once the credits on the episode started to roll, Famke pulled her foot away and sat close beside me. She was sitting on one leg while the other was going down to the floor. She rested her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her shoulder. During the episode, she put one arm around my back and one hand on my chest.

"That was one hell of a season!" I said once the episode was finished, looking up at the clock. it was just past half three in the morning. There was no response from Famke, so I looked at her. She had drifted off to sleep during the episode. She looked so beautiful, breathing in and out gently. I didn't want to wake her up and send her back to her place, but I didn't want to leave her on the couch. I had a spare room with a bed. It wasn't made up or anything, so she was gonna have to stay in my bed.

I carefully got up, trying my best not to move her, leaning forward so her head wouldn't move and leaving her arms around me. I put one hand under the back of her knees and one around her shoulders, picking her up, cradling her in my arms. I picked her up and for her height, she was surprisingly lighter than I thought she would be. 

I carried her into my room and I used the hand that was around her shoulders to move the cover. It was quite tricky, holding her and moving the covers, but I managed to move enough to get her into the bed. I gently placed her down and put the cover over her. I looked at her and decided to kiss her goodnight. I kissed her on the lips.

"Goodnight Famke." I said and she stirred, pouting a little like she was kissing back, but she was fast asleep. I stood up straight and stretched, mainly from sitting down for so long and a bit from carrying her.

The gentleman thing to do would be to sleep on the couch, but that would be too uncomfortable for me. I could make the other bed up. I looked back at her. She looked so beautiful sleeping. I decided to fuck being a gentleman. When was I gonna get another chance to sleep with Famke Janssen? I took off my work pants, so I was down to my boxers and vest and I pulled the cover over and quietly got into the bed. I pushed Famke slightly on to her side, so she had her back turned to me and wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. 

I woke up the next morning, Famke was watching me, still in my arms but she was on her back now.

"You look so peaceful when you're asleep." She commented. "Did we..." She started, I knew what she was thinking.

"No." I cut her off. "We only had like 4 beers. That's barely anything to get you drunk and not remember last night."

"That's true." She said, pushing herself down and towards me. The back of her head resting on the top of my chest. She pulled my arms over her shoulders, holding my hands, holding them up in the air, looking at the back of my hands. "We should do this again sometime."

"If you have nothing to do tonight, we could watch the third season." I said.

"I would love that. But I start filming my next film on Monday. It's on the other side of New York, so I got a trailer there."

"I thought you said you just got back from filming."

"I got back on Monday. I got a week off before my next movie." She said. "But we could watch the third season together once I get back."

"What's the name of the movie you're in?"

"Turn the river." She replied. "It's a small budget movie. I'll probably get a small little trailer. But it beats having to go from here to all the way over there and back again every morning." 

"That's true. That's one of the reasons I got this apartment." I said. "I guess we should get up and have breakfast."

"Yeah!" She agreed. "But let's wait a couple of minutes. This feels nice." She said letting go off my hands. I reached sown, under my shirt that she was wearing, reaching up to her boobs. I started to squeeze them, I could feel her bra only so I started to slide my hand under her bra and just cupped her breasts.

Famke looked back at me and I leaned in forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth, letting my tongue in. She sucked my tongue, gently pushing her tongue forward into my mouth, pushing my tongue back into my mouth. She then rolled over on to her front on top of me.

"We should get some breakfast now." She smiled and kissed my lips and got up. I watched her walk towards the door, staring at her long beautiful legs. I just couldn't get enough of them. I could just stare at them all day long. "You coming?" She asked just before she walked out the door. I quickly got up and put a pair of sweat pants on. I looked down and noticed my hard on and I was pretty sure she could feel it. I tried my best to try and lose my boner before I left the room.

I went into the kitchen and she had already put bread into the toaster. The usual flirting happened during breakfast, but I was starting to get frustrated. I was really hoping to fuck her, but it didn't happen. As soon as she left I hit the shower and jerked off to the thought of her.

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Two weeks had past since I spent the night with Famke Janssen. I had started to already missed her even though it was only one night we spent together. I decided to visit her for the weekend. She came by my apartment before she left, so I found out from her where the place was. So here I was, standing outside what is suppose to be a studio. It was a tiny little place, nothing like the movies. She did say it was a small production, must be some sort of independent movie studio or something.

I looked around to see if I could see her trailer anywhere, there wasn't that many around, I knocked on the first trailer door I found. I looked around and the place looked like the 'ghetto' equivalence of a film studio. The door opened.

"Can I help you?" It was some guy, he was smoking a cigarette.

"I was looking for Famke." I decided to only use her first name, so I'd seem like a first name basis friend.

"What are you? A fan?"

"No! I mean yes, she makes me watch all her movies." I lied. "I'm her next door neighbour Kash. She asked me to bring some stuff over for her." I said pointing at my hand luggage, which didn't have anything of hers, it was just a change of clothes. He took a puff of his cigarette and just pointed at a trailer. I went over to it and knocked on the door and Famke opened the door.

"Kash!" Famke said, greeting me with a hug. "What brings you here?"

"I thought I'd see how things were going and I've never been to a film studio, so I thought I'd come by and check the place out." I felt like a bit of an idiot, not having any real reason for being here other than to see her. It's not like we were a couple. We'd only known each other for one night, where nothing happened. Although, I did get a good feel of her breasts and we did kiss.

"Come in!" She said, practically pulling me in. "You're my first visitor. I've been so bored by myself here with no one to talk to other than the cast and crew, who are very boring." Famke was in a very light blue robe.

"Do you have the number of any hotels around here?" I asked.

"Don't worry about a hotel! You can stay with me in my bed." Famke replied. We carried on talking, picking up where we left off.

Famke had filmed in the morning and didn't have any more scenes today. We hanged out together for the rest of the day. As we spent more time together, it was becoming more clear that she had nothing on underneath. I glimpses of her breasts whenever she leaned forward, her nipples always looked rock hard. She sat there with her legs crossed and when ever she changed position, I sometimes could actually see her pussy. Well, not really, but I could see her pubic hair, her legs were together, so I couldn't actually pussy.

I made a few advances, the way she was dressed showed that she may of wanted a little more, just like I wanted more from her. But she pretty much turned down all the advances I made at her. It ended up being the same as the night she spent at my place, both of us falling asleep in the bed in our underwear. When I woke up she was already dressed casually, all in black, probably for a scene in the movie. I got up and walked over to the couch and sat down, putting my feet up on the coffee table just in front of the couch.

"I'd like to hang out some more, but I have a scene to do now. So you stay put, make yourself comfortable." She stood in front of me, bent over and kissed me on the lips. "I'll be right back." She smiled. What was going on? She was kissing me, giving out signals and come the end of the night, she fell asleep. I felt like I was in the friend zone and that's not where you want to be. Not when you desperately want to fuck the person you're getting into the friend zone with.

I switched the TV on. It was a small place with the bare essentials. A little kitchen looking place and living room rolled into one, with another table at one side of the room. It was meant to be a dining table but it was quite small and pathetic looking. Would be perfect to bend Famke over and... What's the point of thinking about that? I'm stuck in the friend zone!

I snapped out of my thought and carried on looking around. There was a bedroom and there were no other doors, so I'm assuming the bathroom was accessed through the bedroom. Surprisingly, the TV had cable. I randomly flicked through not really watching anything. I stopped at the music channels and flicked between them, leaving it on anything that sounded good and changed the channel whenever there was crap playing.

"Hey!" I heard Famke's voice. I didn't even hear the door open. "Sorry it took so long. The director insisted on doing, like a million takes of each scene." She said taking her shoes off and sitting down beside me. "I hope you weren't too bored."

"No!" I replied. "I've had the TV to keep me entertained." I smiled.

"You're still in your boxers."

"I haven't really done anything since you left." I said. "I ate a doughnut and fell asleep on the couch and woke up again and had a cup of coffee."

"So you've done nothing else since?"

"It's only quarter past twelve!" I tried to defend myself, Famke laughed. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. It felt a little awkward.




My Next Door Neighbour Famke Jansen



"Don't you find me attractive?" Famke asked me. She kind of surprised me with her question being so straight forward.

"Yes I do, but do you find me attractive?"

"Yes!" She said being coy. "So how comes you haven't tried to fuck me?" I did, but she turned all my advances down.

"Not being very subtle with your intentions towards me are you?"

"No!" She smiled, just staring at me. "And why are you answering a question with a question!" She pouted.

"Have I been answering all your question's with a question?" I replied. Famke laughed and sat back. There was a moment of silence as we watched TV.

"Your penis is quite large." Famke said without taking her eyes of the TV.

"When have you seen my dick?" I asked. Famke sniggered at the fact that I asked another question.

"I haven't." She replied. "But you had a hard-on throughout the night we spent together, and when we woke up in the morning, I could feel your huge cock against my back." She said getting closer with every word. 

"Sorry." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Don't be!" She said. "When I felt how big it was, I haven't been able to get your cock out of my mind." She said gently touching my chest with her hand. "How it'd feel deep inside my pussy. Feeling it slide in and out and throb with every stroke as it gets closer and closer to filling me with that warm, hot jism." She was breathing quite heavily now, her lips just centimetres away from my lips, drawing closer.

I leaned in forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth accepting my tongue. She started to kiss down my neck and that's when I realised that my erection was actually visible and poking out from one of the legs of my boxers. Famke's hand was already stroking the head with her hand.

"Looks like you're already really excited!" Famke said pulling the waistband of my boxers down, pulling my cock out from the top and started to stroke my already hard cock. "Does that feel good?" She asked, stroking my cock.

"Yes!" I replied. Famke started stroking my shaft with one hand while rubbing the cock head with the other.

"A answer with out a question!" Famke said laughing, moving her hand that was rubbing my cock head and opening her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my cock. She was about to take my cock into her mouth and just stopped. "You want me to suck your cock?" She asked, her strokes getting a lot faster.

"Yes!" I replied. Famke laughed.

"Pre-cum!" Famke said licking the pre-cum off the head. "I want you to say the words." She said. "Tell me you want me to suck your cock."

"Suck my cock!" I nearly yelled my answer, wanting her lips around my shaft.

"You didn't say please." Famke teased. "Please say it! I want to taste your dick so badly!" She moaned. "Feel that warm cum all over my tongue!" She was actually turning me on so much, that I thought that I was gonna cum in her hand.

"Please..." I moaned, taking a pause. "...Please! Suck my cock!" I finally managed to get out. Famke laughed.

"That's much better!" She said, opening her mouth and placing it over my cock head. "Mmmm..." She moaned. She swirled her tongue around my pee hole. I could feel more pre-cum ooze out. "Mmm..." She moaned again, taking her mouth of my cock. She smiled at me, savouring the taste before swallowing.

"That tasted so good!" She moaned stroking my cock really fast with both hands. "I can't wait to taste more!" She took my cock head into her mouth again, working her mouth half way down my shaft this time. She worked her lips up and down slowly, while she carried on stroking the bottom half really fast. She worked her lips up to my cock head and started working her lips up and down my cock head really fast while stroking my shaft with both hands.

"You like that?" She asked.

"Yeah!" I moaned. "Keep doing that!" I pushed her head down. She opened her mouth, taking my cock head back into her mouth. She carried on stroking my cock really fast, while working her lips only on my cock head, making smacking sounds with her mouth.

"Shit!" I moaned.

"You cumming?" Famke asked taking her mouth off my cock head. "Come on! Cum for Famke baby!" She moaned. stroking even faster. I felt my balls tighten, as my orgasm was nearing. "Fill my mouth with that hot spunk!" She yelled.

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Here it comes!" I held my breath as Famke enveloped her lips over my cock head as I shot load after load of my thick man juice into her mouth. She tried to swallow after the first load, but the second came to quick. She waited for my loads to slow down before she swallowed. She carried on stroking my cock, milking out any cum that may still be left, swallowing every time after these small loads gushed out in to her mouth. Famke took her mouth off my member, still stroking my cock, squeezing as hard as she could.

"That tasted so good!" She moaned still stroking with both hand. A spurt of cum dribbled out. "More cum!" She cooed as she licked the cum off the tip. "Your cock is still so hard!" She said kissing the underside of my cock head. "I can't wait to get this big thing inside me."

Famke stood up, pushing the coffee table forward to give herself some space. She took her top off, revealing her black bra and than let her pants fall to the floor. She reached back, unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms and took them off, revealing her erect nipples. I quickly pulled my vest over my head and tossed it to one side. She turned around, her back to me and slid her panties down, bending right over. Her butt was sticking out, I could see her ass hole. I reached forward, stroking the back of her thighs and licked down her butt crack, down to her pussy.

Famke looked back as I licked down the back of her thigh, kissing the back of her knees. "You like my legs?"

"Hmm." I moaned my answer while I sucked the fleshy part of her inner thigh. Famke spread her legs apart, allowing me better access to her inner thighs. I reached one hand around her leg, to her pussy and started to rub her already moist cunt. I ran my finger up and down her slit, causing her to moan. I pushed my finger into her womanhood and started to work it in and out gently, picking up speed quickly. Famke's knees buckled slightly.

"Come over here!" She said, walking forward away from me, leading me with my finger still in her, over to the slightly larger table. Guess I'll get to bend her over this table and fuck her after all! She reached forward, placing her hands on the table. I made my way up her long beautiful legs and up to her pussy. I started to lick along her pussy lips, making a smooth transition of replacing my finger with my tongue. Working my tongue in and out of her wet hole. I pushed my finger up under the hood of her cunt, feeling around, gently rubbing her swollen clit.

"Ahhh! Shit!" Famke moaned. "That feels so good!"

"You like that?" I said, pulling my tongue out of her cunt, but keeping my lips pressed against her pussy lips.

"Yeah!" She moaned lifting her left leg up, bent at the knee, her toes touching my bare chest, running her toe nails along my flesh, sending shivers up and down my spine. 

"Suck my toes!" She moaned looking back at me. I took her foot in my hands and licked up her long sole, causing her to moan in delight. I gently kissed the middle of her sole, working my kisses down to the balls under her toes. Circling them with my tongue, sucking them hard, causing Famke to moan louder and look back at me with a look of desperation.

I kissed the heads of her toes one by one, circling them with my tongue, getting them nice and wet before taking them into my mouth, sucking them one by one, gently biting down on them, with her response being more moaning. I Started to suck her big toe, circling her fleshy toe head with my tongue. I started to kiss my way up her sole, gently biting her heel. I started to kiss up her calf, making my way back up to her cunt. I went back to the method I was using before, one arm around her thigh, rubbing her clit while I used my tongue on her love hole.

"Keep going! I'm gonna cum soon!" Famke told me after a couple of minutes. I was tempted to tease her and toy with her like how she did with me, but women's orgasms take longer than men's and if I stopped and started again, I'd probably have to start from the beginning. So I continued to work my tongue in and out of her cunt while fingering her clit, getting faster by the second, working my tongue as deep into her cunt as possible.

"Your tongue feels so good!" Famke moaned, looking back at me smiling. "Mmm... Keep going! I'm so close baby! I'm so close!" I decided that I wanted to finish her off with my dick. I quickly got up on to my feet, let my boxers drop to the floor, stepping out of them and took position behind her. I rubbed my cock head against her wet slit, rubbing up and down and then pushing it in to her wet hole.

"God! That cock feels so food inside me!" She screamed out in surprise.

"You like that?" I asked as I worked my cock into cunt.

"YES!" She screamed. As I continued to work in and out of her, already going at a very fast pace. Trying my best to make her orgasm with my dick. "Keep going! Keep going!" Famke moaned through gritted teeth. "Shit!" She moaned, pushing her ass back whenever I thrust forward, trying to get myself as deep into her as possible. I could already feel her juices, every time my balls slapped against her. It was a matter of minutes before I felt her pussy start to grip my dick. It felt like she was getting ready to cum and I didn't slow down.

"YES! YES! YES!" She kept screaming repeatedly as she climaxed, gripping the table while she orgasmed. I slowed down my thrusts, working my cock in to her deep and hard. Once her pussy stopped spasming around my shaft, I started to go a bit faster again. Famke had a huge smile on her face and a look of satisfaction.

I hunched over her, placing my hands on either side of her. I used one hand to move her hair to one side, away from her face so I could see her face more clearly. I kissed her cheek and she pouted her lips like she was kissing me back. I carried on thrusting in to her while my weight was on top of her.

"It feels so good when you're inside me!" She said, kissing my cheek, licking my chin. I pushed myself up, standing once again while I fucked her from behind. Famke lifted her left leg up and placed the sole of her foot on the table, she was showing some flexibility. She had her knee at the side of her face. I didn't really know why she was doing this, I saw this being done in porno's all the time and it was usually to give a better angle of the guy's dick going in and out of the woman's pussy.

Famke worked her shoulder under the back of her leg, so that the back of her knees was on top of her shoulder. I had no clue why she was doing this but it was turning me on even more. She had her fore arm around her foot and rested her face just beside her foot.

"Fuck me faster!" She moaned. I went faster instantly, not caring about trying to pace myself, we had both cum and a second orgasm for me is just going to be a bonus. As I started to go faster, Famke had her mouth open, moaning.

Her toes were so close to her mouth. As I pounded in to her, she started to grit her teeth trying to stop herself from getting too loud, gripping the table with one hand and holding her ankle with the other hand. She pressed the side of her face against the table, she opened her mouth and took her own big toe into her mouth. She bit down on to her own toe as I drilled into her cunt.

I started to slow down a little, watching her suck her own toe. With the pace slowing down, Famke stopped sucking her big toe and started moaning again.

"Suck your toe again." I told her.

"That turn you on?" She asked with a smile. "Watching me suck on my own toes?" She teased her big toe with her tongue. Circling around the nail with her tongue, flicking the tip, before taking it into her mouth again. I stood and watched her suck away at her toe. I started to thrust forward as she sucked, getting faster with every stroke until I was going so fast, trying to cum inside her. My cock started to ache and I pulled back too much and my cock slid up her ass crack. I got too eager to carry on fucking her and just pushed my dick forward.

"FUCK!" Famke let out a muffled scream, her toe still in her mouth. "Arrrghhhhh! Shit!" She screamed as I started to work my dick in and out of her. "You're tearing my ass apart!" She screamed and that's when I realised that I had my dick up her ass. I pulled my cock out straight away. I didn't want to cause her any discomfort. I wasn't even aiming to fuck her ass and even though she probably had the best legs and a pretty flawless body, she didn't have the greatest ass, not one that made me want to fuck it any way. I decided that this was my chance to toy with her a little.

"You like having a dick up your ass?" I said rubbing my cock head against her butt hole. She looked back at me with a hesitant look on her face.

"No." She replied.

"You want me to put it back in?" I said applying a little pressure.

"NO!" She yelled her answer.

"You sure?" I teased.

"Yes!" She answered lowering her voice again.

"I'm just playing with you." I said slapping her ass, walking over to the couch and sitting down on. Famke had this shocked look on her face, her mouth opened wide.

"Did you just slap my ass?" She asked coming over to me and sitting on the coffee table, directly opposite me.

"Yeah!" I replied and she just stared at me. "So?"

"Nothing." She leaned forward and kissed me, lowering her head closer to my cock.

"You want me to wipe my dick or something?" I asked, the fact that my dick was just in her ass.

"I got a better idea." She said with a huge smile. "You know what I think is really sexy?" She asked. "Ass..." She lowered her head. "...to..." Her lips were less than an inch away from my cock. "...Mouth!" She said putting my cock head into her mouth, sucking hard. I shot out a load of pre-cum. Famke laughed with my cock head in her mouth. I moaned in ecstacy.

"I thought you'd like that!" She said holding my cock with her hand. She playfully bit the head of my cock, not applying any pressure. She started to suck my cock, dragging her lips up my shaft. She was incredible.

She lifted her head up, sitting up on the coffee table, leaning back on her arms and placing the soles of her feet on my thighs. One on each thigh. She started to move her feet up, getting them closer to my cock. I looked up at her and she had a smile on her face. She stroked the side of my cock with her big toe and my cock started to move in the opposite direction of her toe, so she lifted her other foot and sandwiched my cock in between her two big toes.

"You want me to stroke your cock with my feet?" She asked.

"Yes!" I replied instantly.

"You like my feet?" She asked stroking up and down the sides of my cock.

"I love your feet!" I replied and she gave a little giggle. She seemed a little uncomfortable with the fact that her feet was a little larger than most women and seemed to be enjoying all the attention I was giving her feet.

I grabbed hold of her feet, turning them so that the soles were pressed against the sides of my cock, so her soles were pressed against the sides of my cock. I let go of her feet and let her continue working her feet up and down my pole.

"Your cock is so big!" Famke made a random remark. "You ever been feet fucked before?"

"A couple." I replied as she worked her soles up my shaft, wriggling her toes, causing a tickling effect on my cock head.

"I bet none of them were able to handle your huge cock like my feet." She said, getting more comfortable with the size of her feet, working them up and down faster. 

"Looks like you're leaking again!" She said as more pre-cum oozed out. Famke leaned forward, moving her head closer, opening her mouth and taking my cock head into her mouth while jerking my shaft up and down. Sucking my pre-cum off my cock head.

"Mmm... Your dick tastes so good!" She moved her feet up, resting the soles against my stomach. She started to use both hands to stroke my cock up and down really fast.

"I just love it when a man cums. When I get to be too much for them." She was inexperienced with her feet so she used her hands. I leaned forward, kissing her, pulling her towards me, placing her on her back on the coffee table. Famke wrapped her legs around my waist as I got down onto my knees and I thrust my cock into her wet cunt. I wrapped my arms around her and started to pound into her fast, her tits pressed against my chest.

"Keep fucking me!" She moaned kissing my neck. "Cum in me! Cum in my pussy!" I went faster trying my best to cum, but this was way too uncomfortable.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I said. Famke already had her legs wrapped around me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I stood up and walked into the bed room. It was more of a waddle than a walk, Famke was trying to bounce up and down, working her pussy up and down my shaft.

I placed her down on the bed, she still had her arms and legs wrapped around me. I started to thrust into her as fast as I could, getting that aching feeling from trying to cum for a second time so soon after my first orgasm. I started to kiss her neck as I continued working in and out of her. I carried on for a while, biting down onto her neck while she moaned and screamed in ecstasy before I finally felt my balls start to tighten.

"YES!" Famke screamed "Keep going! I'm gonna cum again!" She screamed. "Faster! Faster! FASTER!" She kept screaming as I went as fast as I could possibly go as I felt her my cum start to get pushed up my shaft.

"Fuck! I'M CUMMING!" I yelled as I carried on thrusting into her as the first couple of loads shot deep into her woman hood. My orgasm triggered off her orgasm, her pussy started to contract around my throbbing member as she came, almost as if she was milking my cock with her cunt. I thrust into her hard one last time and lay on top of her as both of our orgasms continued to a slow down to a stop. Famke breathed hard as she swallowed.

"Fuck!" She moaned. "That was amazing!" I lifted my head and she held me by the cheeks with both hands and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked her tongue and she pulled back.

"When do you have to go?" Famke asked.

"Tomorrow, about lunch time." That'd give me plenty of time to get home and get some rest.

"Shit! I start shooting in about three hours and finish near lunch time tomorrow."

"You're kidding? I knew that acting schedules were demanding, but that's like fifteen hours straight!"

"I know! It's the sacrifice for being famous." She laughed. "I got another two weeks of filming, so I guess the next time I see you will be at your place. You still live next door?" Famke smiled.



My Next Door Neighbour



Then, he began to move, drawing himself out, then back down again, establishing a rhythm. Every stroke heightened the sensitivity, her lubricated channel caressing his thick cock like a glove. She was thrusting her hips up at him, protesting every partial withdrawal, relishing each renewed plunge into her welcoming depths.

He was lying on top of her, now, his chest flattening her breasts, their mouths entwined in hungry kisses. A low moaning started deep in June's throat, and he felt her thighs clamp round his waist. He could feel his testicles start to tighten ......

"Oh, Mike," she groaned. "Fuck me – fuck me – fuck me ......" Her fingers were digging into his back – he could feel the walls of her channel rippling against the sides of his thrusting cock – he couldn't hold it much longer ......

Then her moans became faster, her thighs tightened, vicelike, round him, her head flew backwards and began to twist from side to side ......

"Oh, oh, oh," she wailed. "Ooooohhhhh, Mike – I'm coming – I'm coming ......"

Mike put everything into one last gargantuan thrust, plunging down, trawling her deepest depths, pinning her writhing body to the duvet – then the dam overflowed and he felt himself jerk and buck as he released himself into her ......

He felt ten – a dozen – spurts hammer out of him – then another, and another. Each time he thought he was empty, somehow another shudder ran through him and, with a low groan, he emitted again – and again – and again. June had peaked long ago, but each renewed thrust brought another moan from her, and she clutched him to her slippery, sensuous body with relish ......

And then, at last, he was spent, his penis slowly detumescing, but still achingly sensitive to its warm, moist surroundings, protesting as it slid helplessly from between her thighs, into her waiting hand, which, now, gently caressed his whole assemblage – his limp cock and emptied balls.

She cupped them in her hand, luxuriating in the mix of their juices which coated his outer surfaces. Instinctively, his hand slid down to cover her mound, his middle finger sliding lovingly along her slippery lips, inserting itself slightly inside ......


Again, his mouth sought hers. Their kiss was light, loving. 

Then she drew her head back, and looked at him.

"Well!" she said. "Who would have thought it?"

He grinned, pressing his hand down on her cunt. She squeezed his balls, carefully.

"Any more where that came from?" she breathed.

Mike blew out his cheeks.

"Go and put the kettle on, and I'll see what I can do ......"

(I'd be very pleased to receive email comment on this story. I always reply, if an address is supplied.)



My Next Door Neighbour's Daughter



It was a lousy late October day. It was cold outside, grey clouds whipping across a rain-laden sky, the tops of the trees in the garden lashing against each other, shedding great dollops of leaves onto the sodden grass ......

Mike looked out of his front window, to the empty driveway next door. Gordon and June, his next-door neighbours, had gone off to spend the day with their younger daughter, Carol, and wouldn't be back until late.

Which was a bit of a bugger, he thought, his testicles tightening. It was now more than three months since he and June, after twenty-five years of platonic neighbourliness, had suddenly found their relationship on a new, and intensely exciting, footing. After that memorable day in June's 'guest' bedroom, they had contrived to 'get together' about three times a week for the most satisfying sex either of them had had for a good twenty years.

She really had a great body for her age, Mike thought, and he loved the way she was prepared to try anything to heighten their mutual enjoyment of each other. He shivered with pleasure at the recollection of her lips sliding down his shaft ......

Today would have been ideal for a short trip through the back garden, over the fence, and into June's kitchen. He imagined lying naked with her, under the duvet, watching the rain splatter against the bedroom window, while his hands fondled her naked firm breasts ......

His cock was rigid with desire, and he shook his head, to clear his mind. There was a bit of shopping to do. Maybe, if he did that during the bad weather, the rain might clear up and he could sweep up some of the fallen leaves, later. He sat down and began to write a list, and, after a little thought, put 'wine' at the top of it.

It was odd, how his 'fling' with June had kick-started his marital sex life back into gear, and Mary usually became receptive after a couple of glasses of dry white ...... Her tits were not as firm as they once been, but they were still soft and warm and she still enjoyed him sliding his cock between them, and licking his protruding corona ......

Christ, he thought, I'm more bloody obsessed with sex than I was forty years ago – well, almost!! Tearing his mind back to the job on hand, he forced himself to think of mundane matters – cheese, bread, potatoes ......

The doorbell rang. As he rose to answer it, he glanced out of the window. There was a car on the driveway next door, now. He didn't recognise it.

The indistinct shape of a female was outlined through the glass panel of the front door. He felt his pulse quickening. Good God, he thought, I'm becoming obsessive ...... He opened the door.

The woman smiled at him, and said – "Hello!" It took a few seconds before he recognised her.

"Alyson!" he exclaimed. "Hello! How are you? What are you doing here?"

Several thoughts were jumbled in his mind. How long had it been since he saw her – it must have been Carol's wedding – five – six – years ago? What was her husband's name? How old were her kids? 

But, uppermost in his mind, was the clear memory of what June had said when he had first laid eyes on her shaven pussy, three months ago. 

"The girls suggested it. They both do it – oh, I don't suppose I should tell you that ......" she had said, with a wicked smile. 

And now, as he stared at June's elder daughter standing on his doorstep, smiling at him innocently, all Mike could think about was the (probably) hairless, long slit between her legs ......

Alyson was talking, but Mike hadn't taken in a word.

"Look," he said. "You'd better come in – your Mum and Dad are away – visiting Carol."

He stood back to let Alyson enter. He had forgotten how tall she was – almost as tall as himself. Unconsciously, he straightened up.

"Would you like a cup of coffee – or a glass of wine?" he offered, and she smiled.

"Wine would be lovely," she replied. "And how are you – and Mary? I hear you're retired, now. Are you enjoying it?"

"Oh, yes," he replied, opening a bottle of dry white. "Don't know where I found time for working, now." Images of how he spent some of his days flitted through his mind – for God's sake, he thought – pull yourself together!

"Will this be OK?" he asked, holding up the bottle.

"Yes - fine," answered the girl. 'Girl?' he thought. She was two years younger than his oldest son – that made her thirty-five! Well, that was a 'girl', by his standards ......

"So," he asked, pouring out two large glasses, and leading Alyson through into the sitting-room, "what brings you up here? Are you on your own?"

"Well," she replied, sitting down, and taking a sip of her wine. "I'm working, I suppose. I had a meeting in the city this morning, and it finished earlier than I thought, so I thought I'd pop in, on the off-chance that Mum might be at home. We don't often get up here, nowadays, now the kids are that bit older ......"

"What ages are they now?" Mike asked.

"Oh, Simon's 14 and Eleanor's 12," answered Alyson, sitting back and crossing her legs. She had very attractive legs, Mike realised – long and slim, in tan stockings, or tights. She looked very attractive, all round. She was wearing a neatly-tailored beige business suit, with a white blouse. Her hair was shoulder-length, auburn in colour, and her features well-defined. She had a 'handsome' face, Mike thought, rather than pretty, her brown eyes set wide apart either side of a straight nose, and her mouth tended to severity, except when she smiled, and her lips crinkled at the corners, revealing even white teeth.

"So I'm working full-time, again – and enjoying it," she continued. "I'm on the road quite a lot – travelling around. And how are your family? How's Stephen?"

Mike grinned a little to himself at the mention of his son. Alyson had nursed a youthful passion for Stephen, and Mike suspected it had never quite died ...... But her face didn't betray anything, and Mike updated her on the family gossip.

As they spoke, easily and companionably, his vision of Alyson as the little ten-year-old girl he had first encountered when they had moved here, twenty-five years ago, receded. She was a confident, capable woman, juggling a family, home and a career with apparent dexterity, like so many of her generation – and looking very good on it, as well.

He noticed her glass was empty, and refilled it.

"Do you see much more of Mum – and Dad – now – now that you're at home, more?" Alyson asked, suddenly, and Mike was a little taken aback.

"Well, a – a bit, I suppose," he stammered. "But not too much – we've never been sort of – 'in and out', really, as neighbours." Unfortunate choice of phrase, he thought, under the circumstances ......

"No, we're much the same as we always were," he continued. "The occasional chat – over the wall, you know."

"I just wondered," said Alyson. "You haven't noticed any – change – in them, then?"

"Well, no – not really," answered Mike, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I'm not sure," she replied, her eyes on his face. "When I phone, it's almost always Mum I speak to, and she seems – different – recently. More – well, upbeat, I suppose. She's always been - well, a bit of a 'doormat', I've always thought. You know – more of less does what Dad says, without question, but, recently, I've been wondering if – well, maybe, the worm was turning ......"

Mike was beginning to feel uncomfortable. If June was sounding a bit more confident, these days, he had a shrewd idea why – but Alyson was not the person to confide in, on that one ...... Nevertheless, he had never thought of June as a 'doormat' himself, and he was intrigued ......

"I never actually saw your Mum as a 'doormat'," he ventured, and Alyson nodded her head, vigorously, interrupting him.

"No," she said. "It isn't obvious – outside. But, in the house, Dad definitely rules the roost. It took me along time to realise – I don't suppose it was really until I left home – but he's always putting her down – always attacking her self-esteem. I think that's why she never worked after we grew up, for example. It suited Dad to have her at home, running after him, so he convinced her she'd never cope with a job, and the house ......"

"But how?" asked Mike. "She's intelligent – organised – attractive ……"

"Ah," Alyson leapt in, then stopped, looking, for the first time, a little hesitant – confused – even embarrassed.

"What?" said Mike.

"Oh," Alyson's face had turned a little pink. "It's funny – suddenly I feel about fifteen, again – and you're the 'grown-up', next door."

Mike smiled, and she laughed.

"I know – it's ridiculous. Oh, well – here goes! For as long as I can remember, Dad has always talked about – other women. On TV, in the street, in the car – if he saw a woman he liked – fancied – he'd pass a comment. Especially if – if she had large breasts."

"Ah," said Mike.

"Yes," said Alyson. "Well Mum isn't – well, she never has had big breasts, and I think Dad's comments were aimed at her, mainly – and they worked. I think she has always thought of herself as – well, inadequate, as a woman."

She took a long breath, then said – "Can I say something – a bit personal, I suppose?"

Mike wondered what was coming, but nodded his head.

"Well, when you moved in – here – I heard Dad talking about Mary – your wife. I was just at the age when I was – well, beginning to develop, and I was becoming interested in things like that. I can remember Dad going on about Mary ……"

Mike's mouth was drying, a little. He couldn't resist asking – "What sort of things did he say?"

"Well, he was sometimes quite – crude," Alyson answered, her hands cradling her empty glass, her face lowered.

"Oh, I think I can stand crudity," Mike commented, trying to sound light-hearted, as his testicles tightened in anticipation.

"Well – he talked about the size and shape of her breasts – and how attractive they were ...... He used to say how lucky you were, being able to see Mary's 'tits' whenever you wanted to – and feel them. And - I think he used to try to spy on her – he used to go upstairs a lot if she was outside, and I think he was peeping out of the bedroom window, hoping to see down her blouse."

Mike recalled his furtive 'downblouse' glances at June, when she was gardening, from his upstairs vantage point, and felt a twinge of conscience mingling with his guilt at the sense of arousal he felt at the thought of Gordon doing the same thing to Mary ......

"Oh, well ......" he said, shrugging his shoulders, unable to think of anything more coherent to say, although his mind was buzzing with questions. He resisted the temptation to point out to Alyson how her mother's breasts had filled out with the onset of middle age ......

To cover his embarrassment, he leaned over and filled Alyson's glass again.

"It used to really embarrass me," said Alyson, taking another drink.

"What – particularly?" he asked.

"Oh – everything," she responded. "Dad going on about other women – especially Mary. I used to feel embarrassed – for Mum, mainly. Then, when I began to develop, and I became 'bigger' than her, I was very confused. I felt sort of guilty, but relieved, too ......"

Suddenly, Mike had a very clear recollection of a youthful Alyson standing in his garden, showing him and Mary her pet hamster. She had been holding it in two hands, letting it crawl from one hand to the other. Her hands had been in front of her chest, and her white t-shirt had been pulled down a little at the front, revealing the tops of her young, firm breasts. 

On the pretext of watching the little furry animal, Mike had enjoyed the view of the girl's developing tits – but not without a twinge of conscience. But neither could he deny that his look at the firm white slopes had lasted longer than it should - and that the memory had alternately disturbed, and stimulated, him for a long time after.

"But, you say, things seem to be better, now," he said, trying to banish that memory from his mind.

"Well – Mum seems – different, when I've spoken to her, recently," said Alyson, "and I just wondered if you might have noticed anything."

"No," said Mike. "Can't say I have – except – well ……" His voice trailed off, and Alyson looked up enquiringly.

"Except – what?"

"Well," Mike went on, sorry he hadn't just left it at that. "Well – she's filled out, a bit, your Mum – hasn't she? I mean, she's not as thin as she was, and – well, it suits her ......"

Alyson raised her eyes and looked straight at him. Mike felt himself redden a little, under her scrutiny.

"It's you, isn't it?" said Alyson, her gaze level, and piercing. Mike tried to laugh.

"Me – what do you mean?" he said.

"You – and Mum. You're having an affair, aren't you?"

"No – don't be silly," Mike tried to laugh it off, but knew he didn't sound convincing. 

"I thought it was you," Alyson went on, triumphantly. "I knew there was someone, and she's mentioned you a lot more than usual in the last couple of months."

Mike opened his mouth, but she carried on, hurriedly.

"Oh, don't worry – I won't 'shop' you. I – I approve! It's doing Mum no end of good, and Dad's only got himself to blame. And you don't look the worse for it, either! Anyway – I still owe you one ....."

"'Owe me one'?" asked Mike, mystified.

"Yes – that time I was baby-sitting for you, and you came in and caught me, with Matthew Hardy ...... I was terrified you'd tell Dad, but you never did."

Mike remembered the incident. Mary and he had come home unexpectedly early and had been surprised to find a boy in their house, with Alyson. Moreover, from their flushed appearances, it was obvious that something had been 'going on' immediately prior to their arrival. Mary had been all for alerting Gordon and June about what their daughter had been up to, but Mike had talked her out of it.

"Mike," asked Alyson, hesitantly. "Can I ask – how it started? I mean – you've known each other for such a long time ......"

Mike laughed, a bit sheepishly.

"Well, your Mum was unloading some shopping from the boot of her car. She bent over, and I – saw down her t-shirt and, before I could stop myself, I made a comment – and, it started from there."

Alyson's eyes were sparkling.

"Wow!" she breathed. "That's fabulous! You couldn't have done better – admiring her tits! Did she – offer herself, right there and then?"

Mike was a little shocked.

"Oh, now, come on, Alyson," he protested. "It wasn't like that, at all – and – I'm not going to tell you what it was like. That's between me and your Mum – but, yes, I'd rather you kept it to yourself – and I mean yourself! No telling Carol – or your husband ......"

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "Carol and I aren't that close – and I don't share that kind of thing with Alan – anyway, he doesn't know about Matthew and me, so you can still hold that over me ......"

She bit her lip, thoughtfully, then took another sip from her glass.

"Mike," she said, slowly. "You remember that time, with Matthew?"

He nodded.

"Well – did you see – anything?"

"No – not really," he answered. "I mean – it was obvious something had been going on, but you managed to get yourselves 'decent' before we came into the room."

"Oh," she said, a strange look – almost of disappointment – clouding her face. Mike, puzzled, remained silent. Then she went on.

"You see, just before you came in, Matthew had me stripped to the waist – completely – and he was playing with my breasts. Otherwise, we were both fully clothed. Then we heard the front door opening, and there was a huge panic. He grabbed my bra and stuffed it in his pocket and I pulled my sweater over my head. And, when I pulled my head through – you were there, at the lounge door!"

"Well, I didn't see anything," Mike assured her. He was taken aback at the outright way Alyson had described what had been going on, and had to remind himself, again, that she wasn't a child, any more. "You've nothing to worry about there." 

Alyson looked up at him, a half-smile on her face.

"When you moved in here," she said, her voice low, but firm and confident, "you must have been about the same age as I am, now."

"Yes," replied Mike, mystified. "I suppose I was."

"And I was an impressionable young girl – on the cusp of womanhood!" Alyson laughed, leaning back and crossing her legs. Mike caught a glimpse of white thigh above tan stockings. It reminded him – again – that Alyson was no longer the kid next door. More than that, she had the air of a woman who had experienced life. He sensed that the last fifteen years had held more than wifely domesticity ......

"Hearing my Dad talking about Mary – and you – well, it cast you both in a certain 'role' in my impressionable mind. I used to imagine you and her – together – making love, every night – you enjoying her breasts, and – well, my imagination was pretty active ......"

Mike laughed, a little ruefully. "Well, it wasn't too close to the truth, I'm afraid," he said.

"That didn't matter," Alyson replied. "What it did was to cast you in my mind as a very sexy man ...... I imagined you – and Mary – a lot ...... I thought you must always be 'at it' ......"

Her voice trailed away and, suddenly, her eyes dropped and her cheeks assumed a pinkish hue.

"And then," she resumed, at length, hesitantly, "that night, I thought you had caught a glimpse of my breasts - uncovered. You had an expression on your face that made me think ...... and ...... it excited me."

"When I was at home, in bed, thinking about it, I convinced myself you had seen me. Matthew said my breasts were beautiful, and I wondered if you thought so, too, and how you might be lying in bed, next door, thinking about how nice they were – and maybe even thinking about them as you felt Mary's and ......"

Mike was studying her as she spoke. Her thighs were pressed close together, and her voice sounded breathy and jerky. Her tongue occasionally darted out to wet her lips, and the colour was rising in her cheeks. His balls tightened and his cock began to stiffen ......

"...... and, while I made love to Mary, you thought I might be thinking about you – about making love to you, instead?" he said, softly.

"Yyyeeessss," breathed Alyson.

"And I was thinking about your beautiful breasts while I was feeling hers?"

"Yes."

"And wishing my hands were fondling yours – instead?"

"Yes."

"And what did you do – while you were imagining that?" Mike persisted.

"I – I was touching myself," she breathed, her face down, but her eyes upraised, looking directly at him.

Mike stood up and went over to the window, drawing the curtains. The light was failing – it was a reasonable thing to do ......

Turning, he looked down at her. Her eyes were still on him. Her tongue slid out and ran round her lips, and she took another drink from her glass. She put it down on a side table.

Suddenly, he was unsure – he had thought ...... but, no. She was still the girl next door – and, with the way things were with June – her mother, for God's sake!

"Well ......" he said, then stopped. He was completely at a loss what to say, or do ......

Alyson stood up, slowly. She bent down and picked up the empty wine bottle.

"Is there – another one of these?" she asked. "I've decided to stay the night with Mum and Dad – I think I can risk another glass ......"

Mike took a deep breath as she handed him the bottle. As he dug out a replacement, in the kitchen, he tried to get his pulse back to normal. It had been a close thing. He had nearly made a complete fool of himself ......

The cork came out with a loud 'pop' and, giving his head a shake to clear it of foolish thoughts, Mike blew out his cheeks, and returned.

He pushed open the door. Alyson had moved to the settee – the left-hand end. It wasn't the same settee as on 'that night', but it, and she, were in the same position.




My Next Door Neighbour's Daughter



Her back was turned to him – her naked back. She was sitting in a half-crouch, her elbows on her knees, her hands cupping her chin. The faint, fading marks where her discarded brassiere had been showed on her back, and her shoulders.

Mike stopped, dead, in the doorway. She was still fully dressed below the waist. Her back was graceful, and straight, like her mother's.

Her voice, when she spoke, was low, tense.

"I thought you might like to …… see what you missed ...... but ......"

Mike forced his feet to move. In three strides, he was beside her. He put the bottle down, then, tentatively, placed his hands on her shoulders. He felt her warm skin beneath his fingertips, and slowly eased her round to face him.

As he did so, she let her arms fall, and leant back on the settee. Her breasts were magnificent – full, round and firm. Small, puckered aurolae surrounded dark brown nipples.

He lowered himself to his knees and gently slid his hands round the side of her exposed breasts, allowing his thumbs to graze lightly over the hard tips of her nipples. Alyson let out a sharp gasp. He leaned forward and her mouth opened slightly as his lips descended on hers.

They kissed, tentatively, at first, then with increasing passion. Mike joined her on the settee, his lips seeking hers, hungrily, his left arm snaking round her shoulder, his right hand squeezing her left breast, almost mauling it, as his excitement increased.

Expertly, Alyson's left hand snaked across his lap and her palm closed round the shape of his erection. Her tongue darted into his mouth. Her right hand reached up and grabbed his, roughly, forcing it down to the junction of her thighs, onto the top of her skirt.

He pushed his fingers down, and heard her moan. Groping blindly, he found the hem of her skirt, and inserted his hand beneath it, feeling the smooth nylon of her stockings, then, with a gut-wrenching bolt of excitement, the warm, yielding flesh of her inner thigh. He felt her legs part, then his fingers were sliding over the thin material of her panties, at her crotch. He felt the moistness seeping through – just as her fingers located the catch on his zip, and slid it downwards.

Her hand slipped inside his open trousers, unerringly finding the gap in his shorts, and his heart nearly stopped as her fingers touched, then explored, the bare contours of his throbbing penis. Then he felt her draw it out, and her mouth slid away from his. He moved his head to the side, and she looked down on his pulsating erection.

Her head turned and she gave him a quick, excited smile, then her mouth descended, her lips closing, excitingly, around his corona. He felt her tongue quickly lave round the head of his cock and he pushed hard against the front of her panties with his fingers.

The material gave, and he realised his fingers were pushing the skimpy garment between her labia.

Then she slid her mouth away from his throbbing erection and her hands fiddled at the back of her skirt.

Mike jumped to his feet and began to tear at his shirt as Alyson raised her hips from the settee and slid her skirt off. As his shirt fell to the floor, Mike saw her hook her fingers round the waistband of her panties. He watched, transfixed, as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. Again, she raised her curvaceous hips, thrusting her groin upwards as her long, shaven slit emerged.

She, he realised, was watching him with no less avidity. He hesitated for a second before dragging down his last remaining garment but, as her panties slid over her ankles, and she slid a finger down into her exposed vagina, Mike, half-bent, pulled off his shorts, his cock being forced downwards, then springing back up again as it was released.

Alyson was lying, half-on, half-off, the settee, her legs spread, her left foot on the carpet, her right laid along the edge of the chair. Her middle finger was teasing the mouth of her open vagina – and her other hand reached out towards him ......

The renewed touch of her fingers on his throbbing shaft nearly sent Mike over the edge, and he hurriedly dropped to his knees again as Alyson guided his cock between her splayed thighs.

He felt the tip touch her moist lips, and felt them instinctively contract, then, as she eased herself towards him, open to receive the head. Poised between her thighs, he supported himself on his hands, looking down on her superb naked body. He could see the tip of his cock, half-inserted in her hairless, blood-engorged slit, her flat stomach, her slim waist, then the magnificent twin mounds of her naked tits ......

He tried to hold the moment, then – "Fuck me," she entreated him. "Fuck me – hard – like you wanted to – that day – with the hamster ......"

He remembered the alluring glimpse of her emerging breasts that day …… She had known? She had been – teasing him? Or teasing – herself?

He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hips forward and his rampant erection plunged into her. Her young muscles gripped every millimetre of its sensitive surface, and they moaned in unison as passion engulfed them both.

Plunged into her deepest depths, Mike eased himself down on top of her, her hands instinctively seeking her breasts. He eased his hips back, almost withdrawing completely. Alyson protested, placing first her hands, then her ankles, round his hips to pull him back – then he plunged back down again. The second entry was – almost – better than the first – but, then, so was the third, and the fourth, and the ......

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