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Neighbor’s daughter part 4

We were at the breakfast table, I enjoyed the sight of Roxanne, eagerly digging into a stack of pancakes. I love a woman who has hearty appetites, for food, and for hot sex.

“These are so good, you make the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted. How do you make them so delicious?”

“My mother showed me how. She would never be caught dead using some ready to make pancake mix. She showed me how to use the right amounts of floor, eggs and milk, to whip them up so there would be no lumpy batter, how hot the griddle needed to be, and timing it exactly to a nice golden brown.”

“You learned well Dennis. Not just a fantastic lover, he knows how to cook!”

Roxanne giggled, a pleasant happy sound. I had missed that, being in a marriage that was nothing more than cold civility.

Roxanne said softly, “Well, I have today off so I’m going to go shopping for some things I think you’ll like.”

“And I have to go into work today, but I booked off the rest of the days that we’ll have, so we can be together.” Read more »

Neighbor’s daughter part 5 (fiction)

I felt a tickling at my cock, it started to break up my sleep, and I felt it become more pronounced as I started to rise from slumber. The mists of sleep cleared as I reached down, felt the head of long brown hair between my legs, looking down, I could see Roxanne’s mouth around my prick, sliding up and down slowly. Her eyes turned up to me, her warm brown eyes full of the hazy glow of passion.

She lifted her mouth and purred, “Good morning sugar. Your cock was so hard, I just had to give you a wake up cock sucking. Now that you are awake, I’m gonna ride you lover man.”

I filled my eyes with the superb view. My neighbor’s 18 year old daughter, Roxanne, the incredibly sexy sight of such a gorgeous teen, eager for my cock, wanting to make love with me for sheer pleasure, perching herself just above me. Her hand grasped my cock, swollen with my morning hard on. She nudged herself against me, and gave me a big smile. Read more »

Neighbor’s daughter part 3 (fiction)

I drifted up from sleep, the bedside clock read 11 PM, and I felt the warmth of Roxanne’s body against mine. I looked over at her, watching her as she slept. I lay back, wondering at the good fortune that had put her in my life.

I felt her start to stir, when her eyes opened, those deep brown eyes locked onto mine.

“Ummm, my lover man, I could get very used to having this every day. Making sweet passionate love, then drifting off, and waking up to find you still with me.”

I felt her hand slide down, and my cock was taking notice, she giggled as felt my cock surging in her hands, and cooed, “Ummm, so ready again, such a horny man! Good, that’s exactly what I need. For now, I have something special for you.”

Roxanne took to her hands and knees, she reached back, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and showed me the tight, pink pucker of her back door.

She cooed, “I’m still a virgin back there, and I want you to take me. I trust you completely lover, would you like to deflower my tight ass hole, sugar?” Read more »

Neighbor’s daughter part 2 (fiction)

I felt sleep starting to tatter as I rose up towards wakefulness. I opened my eyes, I was slightly disoriented, as I saw the unfamiliar confines, when I turned my head, I saw Roxanne’s warm brown eyes gazing into mine. That brought it all back, the superb feel of her warm, soft body against mine as we had enjoyed a hot, steamy night time session.

“You stayed,” Roxanne cooed. ”You stayed all night with me. That means so much to me. I’ve only had sex with two boys, and each time, they’d disappear in the night after I was asleep, like some criminal fleeing the scene of the crime. I hope the fact that you’ve not been to bed in your house won’t get you in trouble, though.”

Looking at my watch, I replied, “That won’t be a problem, I sleep in the guestroom, my wife gets up and goes to work without ever looking in on me. She’s already on her way by now. We are that far distant from each other, I sometimes wonder if she’s having an affair.” Read more »

Neighbor’s Daughter. (fiction)

Part 1

It was just after midnight, I was out just beyond the patio, sipping a drink. The barbeque had been a big success, everyone had a good time, except myself. My wife was giving me the cold shoulder, after 10 years, I guess we’d just found out that there wasn’t too much to hold us together. Our sex life was almost non-existent, once every couple of months was what it boiled down to, and at 35, I decided it was time to cut that damn cord. I could start over again while I was still relatively young. The party was over, my wife was snoring loudly away in our bedroom, I faced another lonely night in the guestroom, and I needed to get away from what I had come to hate.

“Hey Mr. Robsin.”

I looked up, smiling at the sight of Roxanne Silverton. She was our neighbor’s 18 year old daughter. She was a nice girl, long brown hair in a pony tail, she looked to be about 5’6″ inches tall, I guessed her weight to be about 125 pounds, warm brown eyes, a nice perky chest that looked to be about a 34C, and a warm smile. She was wearing a button down blouse and a short skirt that showed off her sleek, smooth legs. Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson part 3 (fiction)

Taylor stood at the door, her body almost trembling. Last night, Mr. Smith had phoned her and told her how to present heself, and she was dressed accordingly. A red mini-skirt, a snow white blouse, black garter belt and black stockings. No panties, no bra, and having heself waxed totally bare, the feel of being totally hairless down there, everything was so open and exposed. One gust of wind would have shown everyone how there was nothing between her tight little pussy and the world, her sexuality so totally exposed. Wearing a mini-skirt that was just barely hiding her bare, smooth pussy and ass, had been an exercise in eroticism, she was seething, so hot and wet.

A little note pinned to the door, said, “enter.”

Taylor did so, and she saw Mr. Smith standing at his bedroom doorway, naked, his cock rock hard and ready.

“Get over here, NOW!” Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson part 2 (fiction)

Mr. Smith was passing back the tests they had done 2 days before, and when Taylor picked up her test, there was a little note attached. It read, ‘Taylor, I want to see you after class. Time for another of my special lessons.’

Taylor smiled, she looked forward to being taught everything he could teach her. She looked up, saw him looking at her, she licked her lips and smiled at him. He returned the smile, then broke eye contact, and went on with the rest of the lesson.

At 3:30, Taylor was back in class. The school was now empty, Mr. Smith had drawn the blinds, leaving the room in a dim light. When she closed the door, Mr. Smith came forward, locked the door, and taking her by the arm, he led her to the front of the class.

“Taylor, it’s time for another lesson. I want to see if your mouth is hot, wet, and eager to suck every drop out of me.” Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson (fiction)

“Taylor, I need to see you after class.”

She looked back and stared at Mr. Smith blankly for a moment before nodding. What for? Did she do something wrong? Taylor turned around, leaving the door frame and feeling her ears turn red. For the past year, Taylor had developed a series of fantasies that focused on a man twice her age – at the very least. Mr. Smith was perhaps 5’9”, in his late 30s with next to no hair. She couldn’t tell if he was balding or if he regularly shaved his head. Regardless, he exuded a subtle charm that had caught her attention within the first few days of being in his class.

The bell rang and her breath hitched. He wanted to see her after class. No, he had said he needed to see her after class. But for what? She swallowed and her finger twitched as she made her way to Mr. Smith’s desk, which was unsurprisingly messy, strewn with papers, pencils, and sticky notes. Taylor regulated her breathing, counting silently in her head. 1…2…1…2…1…2…

“Hello, Taylor,” Taylor managed a smile up at him.

“Hello, Mr. Smith. What’s this about?” Read more »