****** Neighbor Men by qmommad ******
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Neighbor Men


Part 1

I guess you could say I was a bad little girl. I remember being aware of my
clit at the ripe old age of 7. I would lay for hours and rub it and I would
have these funny sensations that would make my toes curl up. When an older girl
moved into the neighborhood named Reba, I was thrilled. She taught me how to
cuss and smoke and we would write nasty words on the sidewalk and hide and
watch the older neighborhood women, taking their walks, stop and read them and
wonder who would do such a thing. What horrible child?

I always thought my neighborhood was normal, until I grew up. I guess I thought
everyone's neighborhood was like mine. I guess I was wrong. Our neighbors were
very friendly, especially the men. Now a days if you get one to say Hi, you are
doing good.

Well, Reba taught me a lot, but the men in the neighborhood taught me much
more.

I hardly know where to start. Mike Bever was a simpleton who lived across and a
few doors down. He had a junior policeman badge and a drivers license. He would
drive around the block, and pretend to talk on his fake walkie talkie. He
thought he was such hot shit. Now old Mike was a good bit older than the rest
of us, but he was slightly retarded. He was always lurking around wanting to
play games with us. One day he came up with an idea. He had some old sheets and
wanted us to have a play. Well, we all thought it was a great idea. We set up
the stage, in a secluded area of the woods and that took most of the day. Most
of the other kids had to go home, except for me and Terry, my best friend. He
said we should rehearse. There was something he wanted us to do, he said and
that was for us to take off our shorts and pretend we were in our bikinis,
which we did. He had us lay down and cuddle with each other and practice
kissing. The whole time he was jerking off under his curtain. Well, he didn't
know it but me and Terry had practiced some other stuff too, because we saw her
mom and dad doing it one day through the window and he was eating her out. So
we showed him what we saw. He had a really weird look in his eyes and started
breathing funny, I remember. I pulled her panties down and showed him how Big
Jerry ate out Miss Rosemary and stuck my tongue into Terry's twat. She screamed
and laughed and he told her to hush. He told me to keep doing it and I started
to feel funny in my tummy. Terry got really still and started moving her butt
around too and moaning. Then she said she had to go pee and jumped up and ran
inside. Her mom said she had to stay in so me and Mike went on over to his
house. He had an upstairs room but his ma wouldn't allow me to go up. So I went
on home.

Then there was the time Reba found my dad's vibrator. He had this weird
contraption massager thing that had all these different attachments for it. He
had dropped it about a zillion times and finally had to bolt it together. She
turned it on and put it on her pussy. She immediately stiffened up and threw
back her head and groaned and trembled. I didn't know what was wrong with her.
So she put it on me and I immediately got all stiff and tingly. So we began to
play with his vibrator whenever she came over. She would put it on me and I
would put it on her.

I really liked this new thing you could do with your peepee. It made me feel so
good and I would touch it whenever I could. I wanted others to touch it as
well.

My daddy and momma drank a good bit. Daddy would stop off at the bar for some
drinks and would be really drunk when he got home, and mom would drink at home
and be passed out when he would get home, and pretty soon, after he sat there
awhile, he would also get sleepy. I spent a good deal of time alone and was
very lonesome. One night mom was passed out and dad was napping on the sofa. I
crawled up in his lap because I was scared after watching a scary movie on TV.
I was sitting there watching TV and suddenly he put his hands between my legs
and started to rub. I remember it felt so good and I was alarmed but mostly
because I was afraid he would wake up and stop. I closed my eyes and pretended
to be sleeping, so if he did waken, he would think I hadn't noticed. I relaxed
my legs and his hands roamed all around. Rubbing my soft cotton panties and
moaning and whispering. I peeked out and he was still half asleep. Suddenly the
motion stopped and through half open eyes I saw he was awake. He was looking at
his hands between my little legs and frowning. He looked at my face, and I
guess he thought I was still sleeping. I was disappointed because I was getting
hot and bothered and it felt a lot better than any old vibrator thingie.

Then, suddenly, his fingers were inside the elastic on my panties and his
fingers found my wet slit. I heard him suck in his breath. I moaned in my fake
sleep and kinda wiggled on his lap and put both my hands over his and started
to kind of hunch on his fingers. I felt him playing with my slipperiness and
somehow knew I was playing a dangerous game. He kinda groaned and started to
rub in circles around my tiny clit. This was more than I could stand. My eyes
opened and he suddenly stopped and looked at me with horror in his eyes and
suddenly stood up and unceremoniously dumped me in the floor.

I stood up and reached for him to pick me up and said that I loved him and that
what he was doing felt so good, and please do it again. He looked at me for a
long time, and then at mother, and back at me before he picked me up and
carried me to my bedroom. He sat on my bed and sat me in his lap, straddling
him. I felt something hard on my belly as he carried me and now he sat me upon
it, with his clothes on. It was very lumpy and I wondered what it was. He laid
me back on the bed and put his hands into my panties again and began to move
his fingers against my slit. Suddenly mother called out to us and it stopped
suddenly. His lump suddenly disappeared and he went in search of her. All night
I heard them grinding and slamming against the walls and I really had no idea
what was happening. Until that summer.

My neighbors across the street were an older couple who had grown children. She
was a sweet lady constantly in the kitchen cooking up something for him to eat.
These were the Easlers. I don't remember what started me going over to their
house, but I think it was for a piece of the chocolate cake she always had over
there. He was a middle aged man who was partially bald. He loved to watch TV. I
loved to sit in his lap while we watched TV. I secretly hoped he would find my
secret place that men know about. He never touched me but would sit very still
while I squirmed all over him. Finally one day while I sat in his lap and the
missus was in the kitchen cooking up something, I was counting his fingers and
dropped one hand into my lap as I grabbed the other one, his fingers slipped
under my skirt and found my elastic and slipped under it. OH......i was
surprised and delighted. I wiggled and he held me tight against him as his
fingers dipped into my wetness and then I watched as he smelled his fingers and
placed them in his mouth. Oh I was so happy. I had found some one to play with.
He looked at me like a wild animal and sucked each finger that was covered in
my juice. He put his hand back inside my panties and held my legs apart with
the other hand, he pulled me back against him and asked me if I liked it. I
nodded. He kinda rasped out a laugh and said he knew about me for awhile. That
day I came on his lap, with Mrs. Easler in the other room, happily cooking
away. He put my hand under me and made me feel his hard cock.

I went over there often and as soon as I got there, she would always go into
the kitchen as if it were prearranged. He would sit me in his lap and
masturbate me into a wet slippery frenzy and I would cum all over his hands and
he would suck his fingers and jack off while I watched him. I knew there was
something more, but I wasn't sure what. I just knew I loved the feel of his
hands on me and wanted more. I often wondered later in life, if he and his wife
had this arrangement set up and she peeked while he did me. I guess I will
never know.

Then there was Mr. Wilkers, the dad of my friends up the street. But that's
Part 2.

Part 2

I loved to wear dresses. I only had one or two pairs of shorts because I loved
dresses. I was the only girl in a family of boys (grown) and I was the baby. So
my mommy liked to dress me up I dresses. Frilly and baby dollish, I would priss
around and I could see my father's eyes on me as I sat in the floor and played
my childish games, and my adult games too. I could see him look at me, and I
could see he was thinking about it. One time, while momma was at the store, he
was in the garage and so I went out there and asked if I could watch him work
on the car. He was in a good mood and said sure. He picked me up and sat me on
his workbench and went back to work. I played around with his nails and stuff
till I got bored. Suddenly there was a loud noise and a deep vibration rumbling
through the workshop and was vibrating the bench I sat on. He had turned on his
air compressor and it was powerful. I giggled and tried to talk to him over it
but he couldn't hear me. Presently I began to get a tingle down there and
reached under my skirt to touch it. The vibration of the compressor was making
my little pussy hum. I bent my knees and put my feet on the bench so I could
look between my legs and pulled my panties aside and put my finger in my slit.
It came back wet. I smelled it and then tasted it like my neighbor had done. I
looked up to see where daddy was and there he stood, with his mouth open,
watching me hands dangling to his sides. I just sat there with my lips pulled
wide, showing him my wetness and he turned around and walked over to the
switch, and turned off the compressor. As he walked back to me, I could see the
large bulge in his workpants. By the way he walked up to me I knew I was gonna
get a whipping. He picked my up roughly, but instead of going into the house to
get his belt, he walked over to the garage stairs and slung me over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He let me down in a big pile of straw he kept
up there for oil dry. He didn't say a word, but he lifted my dress and tore off
my panties and looked for a long time at my little pussy. Then he lowered his
head and he began to tongue me as if there were no tomorrow. He would growl and
slurp and then I heard him moan loudly as he drew out his huge peepee and
stroke it while he ate my tender puss. I was so happy, my dad was finally doing
what he started to do that other night. I thought he had forgotten about it or
decided he didn't want me after all. His tongue dipped into my little hole and
scooped up my honey and I felt like he was tickling me in a special way, but
not the funny kind of tickle, kinda like a grown up tickle. I felt a funny
feeling in my toes and it moved up into my tummy and suddenly I felt like I
needed to pee, but not. My back came up and my legs came up and something
happened inside me and I felt so warm and tingley. He grabbed my legs and held
them apart so he could drink me and he growled deep in his throat and I knew he
loved me like no other. Soon his tonguing was over and he had a funny look on
his face while he pushed and pulled at his thing. I asked him what it was and
he said it was his pee pee and it made women feel good inside. I asked him if I
could touch it and he said yes. I placed both hands around it and he guided me
in the movements of up and down. It felt so good in my hands. Hard like a rock
but soft, like velvet. And the movements made him growl and groan. Soon he was
jerking his hips and his breathing got all funny and his peepee squirted
something out of the end and it got all over me. He kept moving for a few more
times but then he stopped and just looked at me. He pulled me over to him and
said that no one should ever know about this, that if I told, the police would
come and take him away. This frightened me beyond belief and I started crying
and clinging to him and he became alarmed. He told me he loved me and that he
knew I loved him, but I could never tell. I said I would keep it a secret
forever. And I have.

I only had a few friends when I was growing up because not many lived in my
neighborhood. There was a family who moved in soon after Terry moved away.
There was 6 girls and a boy. Mrs. Wilkers was a round stern lady who put up
with little nonsense. Mr. Wilkers, a tall thin man, worked a lot so I didn't
see much of him. He was usually gone, and when he was home, he stayed buried in
the television.

We used to play a lot together, and ride our bikes together. One day when I was
over there, we had parked our bikes in the side yard. I went out to get
something out of my basket on my bike and when I turned the corner, Mr. Wilkers
was over by the bikes and he was bent over mine. It looked like he was smelling
my seat. I giggled and said, "Hey, Mr. Wilkers, what you doin?" He stood up
really fast and said he was just checking my tires. I giggled and ran back in.
Me and his kids were the only ones on the block and we were always playing
together.

One day, a Sunday, I went down to their house to see what they were doing. I
had forgotten their mom had started making them go to church. I knocked on the
door and Mr. Wilkers answered. He told me they were at church. I said, "O.K."
and went back down the steps. He said that they should be back soon and did I
want to come in and wait. I said, "Sure." So I went back to their room and
played with their dolls for awhile and did this and that. Soon I was bored. I
went over to their closet and was digging through it looking for something else
I could play with when suddenly the door closed and Mr. Wilkers walked up
behind me. I heard a zipping sound. I just stayed where I was, my butt up in
the air, I knew he could see my panties, but I just kept my head in the closet.
I could hear him breathing behind me, and movement.

Suddenly I decided to turn around. He had his peepee out and it was even bigger
than my daddy's, and I said so. He kinda looked shocked and said, "So you've
seen your daddy's cock?"

I said, No, I had seen his peepee.

He said, "Same thing, baby. " He said, "Do you know you have a special smell?"
I said no. He said, "I have always been able to smell you and it is a smell
that drives men wild. Only men can smell it."

I pulled aside my panties so he could see my little slit, and I asked, "This
smell?" He said, "Oh, yeah, I would like to taste you, may I?" I climbed up on
the bed and lay back. He pulled my panties off and knelt down on the floor,
with my crotch at head level. He buried his nose in my crotch and licked and
sniffed and his fingers held me apart so he could rub it all over his face. I
was getting that warm fuzzy feeling again and needed to pee. I sat up and said
so and he said, "Pee in my mouth."

He put his mouth over me and waited. I thought it was weird but I said ok. I
started peeing and it was slow at first and he had no trouble keeping up, but
then I really had to go and he was lapping and gurgling and sucking on me. Then
I came. His incredible tongue and the sensation of me peeing was too much and I
really came like a woman. At that moment I knew what a man's penis was for
because I wanted something to fill me up. After I came and got done peeing, he
kept his nose in my puss as he stroked his peepee. I asked him if I could touch
it. He said yes. I held it in both hands and stroked it and this stuff came out
of the end of it and it was clear, like water. It made it very slippery like
oil. His fingers dipped into my hole and he rubbed them together. Once his
finger went inside very deep and I squatted down to push it further in. It felt
so good. I asked if his peepee would go in there. He laughed and said he didn't
think so, because I was so small down there. Once I felt his finger go into my
pussy, I knew there had to be more. I asked him if I could try. He laughed
again and said sure.

I crawled up on top of him and stood over his big pointed peepee. He guided me
down so it was at the entrance of my little hole. It touched the skin and the
slit opened up and it found the right place, but wouldn't go in. His cock was
twice the size of my hole. But being the determined child I was, I decided to
try it anyway. I squatted down and rocked back and forth and got the top part
in a little. I was sweating and it was hurting but a good kind of hurt. I knew
there had to be more. I licked my fingers and made it more slippery and looked
up at him and he had a dazed look on his face, suddenly the top squirted and
white stuff went all over my legs and belly. He never moved at all. Now the
stupid thing is shrinking. I wanted to feel how deep it would go and now it was
all mushy. I was not happy. He picked me up and cleaned me with his tongue and
made me cum again. I scooted back down to his flaccid cock and started trying
to stuff it inside of me. I got it part way in and it felt like I had hit a
brick wall. I wiggled around and tried to make it feel good but it didn't. He
laughed and said sorry, it was gone.

But as I said before, I was determined to be a woman. I started gyrating my
hips and grunting like a pig. I felt a sort of a twinge from his flaccid, half
buried cock. It felt like a rush when you go over a hill. Then another, his
hands flew to my hips and held me in place. It was reinflating itself. I sat
very still and it became hard again while inside me. It was stretching me wide
and it didn't hurt at all. In fact I thought I had started peeing again, but I
was about to cum from his cock being inside of me. I groaned and got my feet
under me and lifted up, but his hands kept me from coming off of him
completely. I worked my way back down, but kept meeting resistance. He pushed
me a little, but it kind of hurt when I got to that spot where it stopped. I
slid up again and heard it go plop when it came free. He helped me get the head
back in and I was about to cum again when I lost my footing and fell partway
down. I felt something pop inside of me and it hurt BAD, and I started to cry.

His hands were firmly on my hips, and he had that look on his face again. He
sort of moved around so it fl better and turned me over so he could control it.
He slowly inched his way back into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb and
whispering how sweet I was how good I smelled how he loved to smell me and fuck
me and I was a good girl and he wanted to lick me and smell me and fuck me all
day. That warm feeling came back but this time I was full of his hard cock and
I knew it would be different. He drew back and slid in and touched the back of
my tender pussy, the first to ever be there. He shuddered and pulled back...I
began to buck and thrust up and I knew I was going to be a woman now. I growled
at him and said I wanted to get on top so I could SEE. He came out with a
sucking sound and lay down. I could see my blood on his erect cock and I stood
over it and put my head down so I could watch it disappear inside of me. I
pulled the lips apart and squatted down and it stalled at the large head but
when that went in with a bump, it was smooth, and it glided up inside of me,
and I pulled back and watched as my little pussy was sucked in when it was
gliding in and would pull down when he was gliding out. It felt so good and I
started cumming and I was practically jumping on the bed over his cock, when he
pulled me all the way down and began to thrust inside of me and I howled and
cum and pee ran down my legs as my bladder let go again.

He kinda roared and I felt his hot cum pour into my body and it ran down my
legs along with mine. I went limp over him and he kept moving inside me and I
came over and over and over. His cock never did get hard again that day, but I
felt it deep inside of me as it shrank down again. I drifted off to sleep and
he withdrew with a slurp. Soon I felt his mouth on me, he was sucking the cum
out of me and drinking it. He said he needed to clean me up and send me home. I
was tired but said ok. After awhile he dressed me and when the kids got home
from church, I was not in the mood to play with them, cuz I had played with
their daddy all morning. So I went home.


Part 3

That summer was hot for me in more ways than one. Mr. Wilkers sent me home that
day extracting a promise from me that I keep it a secret and never tell anyone.
I had lots of secrets. He said I could come back whenever I wanted to, but he
worked a lot and they started backsliding and didn't go to church much anymore.
But there was one other time I was with him and it was in their shed in the
backyard. I slipped out of my house one afternoon and was not supposed to leave
the yard, but I got bored and went for a walk. I decided to see if Rose Wilkers
could come out and play and went to the door and knocked. No answer so I walked
around back to see if they were back there. Well no one was in sight and no car
was there and so I figured they were gone. I was heading back down the driveway
when I heard some hammering going on in their shed. I turned around and went to
see who it was, and peeked around the door to see Mr. Wilkers bent over an
engine, sweating and cursing. He didn't see me at first and I watched him as he
beat and bang on it and readjusted the wench and he also readjusted his cock
several times. I timidly squeaked out a Hello, and he turned around in
surprise. He stared at me for a minute and threw down his hammer and walked up
to me. I wasn't sure if he was mad or not and so I was very nervous. He stood
before me for a full minute, with his cock at eye level and I didn't dare look
up. I kept looking straight ahead and suddenly I noticed his bulge was growing
right before my eyes. I reached my hand out and touched it without even
thinking. He groaned out my name. My other hand came up and unzipped his
workpants and it sprang free right before my face. It was hovering over me and
I wanted suddenly to put it in my mouth, so I guided it to my mouth and stuck
out my tongue to taste it. He sucked in his breath as it slid between my lips
and my tongue circled it. It tasted salty, because he had been sweating and I
liked it. I licked it like I would lick a popsicle, and suddenly some clear
stuff came out. I touched it with my tongue and it was slicky, kind of.

I wanted to taste it too. So I rolled it around in my mouth and it didn't taste
like anything, but it made things very slippery. Suddenly his hands grabbed my
head and started moving me over him back and forth, his cock was not all the
way in my mouth. It was very hard and he was holding the bottom of it and his
head was thrown back as he pushed it into my mouth until it touched the back of
my throat. That old feeling came over me like I had to pee or cum. I put my
hands under my dress and slipped my panties down and started to play with my
self, and I was very wet in my slit.

Suddenly his cock pulled free and he lifted me up onto a workbench and pulled
my all the way forward as his tongue plunged into my heat, I felt my back arch
off the bench and as he tongue fucked me I became very dizzy and came in his
mouth and as I came I must have peed because he was slurping a lot and
grunting. I remembered how good he felt when he put that cock inside of me and
I asked him to do it again. He stood up and leveled his cock at my sopping
little cunt and ran it up and down my slit, teasing me. I felt it pass my clit
and my ass came up to follow it. Then he ran it down past my cunthole to my
other hole. He put his finger in me and then two and I could feel him trying to
stretch me again, so his cock wouldn't make me bleed again. I was begging him,
to please please put it in me. He pushed my legs apart and walked between them.
His cock was poised waiting there at my sucking hole and he pushed it in, only
a little, and it felt like nothing ever has since, as I came before he ever got
started. He was straining to keep from cumming him self, as he pushed forward
more, opening me, pulling back, opening me, pushing in, and I remember how good
it felt, and how it looked as I sat up and looked down at his cock disappearing
into me and my pussy following it back out, slick with my cum.

Suddenly he pushed in all the way and I felt the entire back of my pussy open
up as he went places even he hadn't been, and I screamed out and tried to grab
him and pull him deeper and I wanted him to rip me open with his cock. He began
a steady pumping and I came and came and he was trembling with the effort. He
said I could cum for him all day, and told me things and said fucking me was
all he wanted to do, ever, and why couldn't he fuck me all day. His cock was
rock hard and he was about to cum when we heard the door of the car close and
children's voices out side. He froze, and began to curse. He picked me up,
still impaled on his enormous cock and walked to the door and double locked it,
and pulled the shade, and I could see his fat wife walking up to the shed door.
He put me back on the bench and said, "I'm gonna fuck you all day, right here,
even if she sees me." His cock still in me the whole time, she began to bang on
the door, as I began to cum for about the tenth time, I started whining. He
clapped his hand over my mouth and fucked me hard as I came, and she knocked
and knocked as I came and came, and I was bucking and flailing about on the
bench I could here her outside. "Marion, open this goddamn door. What the hell
are you doing? I need to talk to you. Open the goddamn door, Marion, why is
this door locked?" The whole time his eyes never left mine as he drove his cock
into me and I bit his hand as I came. He smiled at me and kept it up. After a
while she went away. He turned me over and let my legs dangle over the edge of
the bench as he raised up my ass and pushed his dick back into my steaming
little pussy. This was new to me and I felt it go way into me and touch a new
place and I suddenly was pushing my ass into him, groaning and heaving and then
I felt his hand come around and touch my little clit and I crawled up on my
knees for him to be able to reach me better and spread my legs wide for him, as
he began to cum, I felt it get so hard and I wanted to feel it all inside me so
I thrust my ass all the way up to his groin and he grabbed my ass and accepted
it. I felt his cum deep within me and it began to seep out around where he
entered me. His movements became less as he closed his eyes and groaned and
whispered things to himself.

Suddenly his wife was back at the door and pounding even harder. He put his
finger over my lips and slipped out of me. He knelt down and began to slurp our
love from between my legs. She was becoming insistent and he put me over in the
corner and zipped up his pants, and opened the door. He doubled up his fist and
knocked her fat ass right off the steps and she landed in a pile on the ground
and told her to get the fuck away from the door. She began to curse him again,
but she went away.

He closed and locked the door and we fucked all afternoon into the evening. His
cock never really did ever go down. He spent a good deal of time telling me
about the scent I had and his face would be in my twat, either sniffing or
licking. He would suck on my clit and my little tittie buds but nothing could
compare to his cock. Never ever, nor since.

Down toward the end of the summer, Mr. Easler came home from an extended trip
out of town. I was glad to see him and tell him about my summer fun.

When I knocked on their door, he answered and I said I was glad to see him. I
ran into the kitchen to see Mrs. Easler but she wasn't there. I turned to ask
where she was, and he was standing in the door way. He told me she had gone to
stay with her sister and was going to be gone awhile. We went into the living
room and sat down. We both sat on the sofa and watched some TV. I turned to him
and asked him if I smelled funny to him. He looked at me and said I smelled
like a bitch in heat all of the time. I asked him if he wanted to smell me and
he said he already had. I said, "Up close?" He grunted and laughed. He told me
to lay back and he removed my panties. He sniffed them and sucked on the
crotch. He said I tasted yummy. I wanted him to taste me for real. I said so,
and spread open my pussy for him to see. He roughly pushed my hands away and
opened it for him self. He peered at me closely and said, "Who has been fucking
you while I been gone?" I said, "Nobody". He slapped me on my ass and said
"Don't lie to me slut puppy, Somebody's been in there. " Then he said, "It
don't matter anyway, because I'm going in there anyway." And he sucked on my
clit for hours and tortured me and I was begging for him to put his dick into
me, but he wouldn't do it. He sent me home that day. He had the biggest hard on
but he wouldn't fuck me at all. Told me to come back tomorrow.

I was confused and extremely horny. I went home and used daddy's vibrator
several times trying to get some relief.

The next day I went across the street and he wasn't at home. I watched and
waited until dark but he never came home. I was frantic to be with him. He was
so rough with me, but I really liked it. I especially liked it when he slapped
my ass. It reminded me of daddy.

The next day, I saw his car and went over. He opened the door. He acted like
nothing had happened. I was desperate. We sat there, him on his recliner, me on
the sofa. I decided to sit in his lap and crawled up. I could feel his hardness
underneath his trousers. I had not worn panties because I wanted to do it so
bad.

I scooted up on it and could feel the tip of it through his pants poking me. It
made me wet and I wanted to shove it in me through his clothes, so I wiggled
around and got it just right. I could feel the tip of it at my hole, and I
kinda whined at him, he looked down at me and told me I was a nasty little
girl. I said I knew that. He lifted me up and looked under my dress and saw I
had no panties on and licked my ass and pussy, while he released his raging
cock. I looked down and saw it waiting for me, and I couldn't hold back another
minute, as I sat down on it, it squeezed up in my tight little hole and I kept
going down until I was sitting all the way down.

He yelled out, "OH GOD" as I sat and then, "OH YES" as I raised my self back
up. I was facing out and was sliding up and down on him as he let me fuck him
in his easy chair. He suddenly had me in the air, walking back to the bedroom
with me on his cock and doggie fucked me over his bed as I came, he pulled out
a vibrator and placed it over my clit as he plunged his cock in and out of my
hole I felt like I was going to explode. I felt my cunt tighten around him as I
came hard with this new feeling on my clit and his cock deep inside of me...and
his cock doubled in size and he heaved and shot me full of his cum and it
dripped down on his wife's nice bedspread and his cock slid in deeper into me
as I screamed and bucked and rode him hard. He was heaving and sweating and
collapsed on the floor, and I climbed up on top of him and wanted to fuck some
more but he was nearly unconscious.

I thought he was just overly exerted but soon, after he didn't awaken, I got
scared. I put my clothes on and ran home. Later that night, his wife came home,
and I watched out the window to see what was going on. Soon an ambulance came
and took him to the hospital.

I didn't know at the time, but he was a diabetic and he was having such a good
time fucking me, he didn't notice he was going into hypoglycemia. That means he
needed some sugar. (And I thought I was giving him all the sugar he needed.)

He was alright, but he wouldn't let me come over anymore after that. He started
going to church every time the door opened and became a staunch member of the
religious community. Now when I see him, I will walk up to him and give him a
big hug. He hugs me in a fatherly way, but I can still see that twinkle in his
eye.

Mr. Wilkers and the missus divorced and he moved off. I looked him up recently
to see if he was still alive, but haven't been able to find him. I would like
to go there again.

I'm still a very horny girl. I've expanded to include all types of sexual
experiences. These are merely my earliest experiences. There are many more.

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