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Naughty With Her Neighbor
CHAPTER ONEAt two o'clock in the morning, Jack Morgan made his third trip downstairs to the kitchen for milk because he just couldn't get any sleep. He had slapped and beaten his wife until she would no longer refuse to suck him off, and then wound up hating the way she did it anyway. There wasn't even a shred of passion left in him for the woman.He began to wonder if maybe it was him, that he had been too conservative for too many years. What he needed was a real change of pace, and it better be soon, he knew. Jack was starting to feel really low and only some fresh fuel to his sex drive was going to pull him out of his slump.Full of jumpy tension, he began to pace the house until he stopped at the big bay window in the living room and couldn't believe his eyes. Thinking at first his imagination had to be playing tricks on him, Jack looked closer by moving right up against the window glass, like a little kid gaping into a candy store.Be tilting his head just a little upwards, Jack found he could look directly into the only upstairs bedroom of the house next door that had a light on. It looked like he wasn't the only one who couldn't get any sleep.When he strained he could hear what sounded like some very heavy rock music with a lusting back beat of drums. The people next door had a boy who was away at college, so Jack knew it couldn't be him, and it certainly couldn't be the Newells because they were as sticky and conservative as any couple could be.So it had to be the daughter, a delicious little confection who had a body just aching to ripen and a face like the sweetest angel in God's blue heaven. Just the thought of the dear little thing, with her long, honey hair and her alabaster complexion and the dainty little way she had of dancing around did something so strong to his cock, Jack himself couldn't believe.Tugging his hard-on so it would have more room to grow in, Jack stared harder at the teenage vision across the alley. He could easily see her limber form gyrating and jumping in time to the music, but he was still too far away to clearly make out her features or what she happened to be wearing.Whatever it was, Jack could tell it wasn't an awful lot because even at his present distance he could make out an awful lot of leg showing, and if he wasn't having trouble with his vision that had to be the beginning of her cunt he saw humping forward every now and then. At first he wasn't positive because it was the same shade of flesh tone as the rest of her, and then he chuckled to himself when he realized that of course, it was her cunt. It just didn't have even a single hair to cover it!As soon as the perverted thought registered in his sensation hungry mind, Jack ran through the screen door at the back of the house and into the shrub bordered alleyway that divided the distance between his house and the Green family home. But rushed as he was, Jack did so quietly, as he was in his bare feet and only a robe.His cock, stiff as all hell, bounced around under the folds of the robe so he had to tie the cord tight or it would have been loose enough for the red-hot thing to stick right out into the balmy night air. What would someone say it they should spy him out there with a hard-on and no apparent place to put it?But even the risk of being caught out there couldn't keep him from getting close enough to make out exactly what the girl was doing. After all, he did have the cover of the bushes to crouch down and peek out from, so what harm was there? His eyes actually never left the window, but he still managed to keep from stumbling just the same, and now that he had a clean, comfortable view of the girl in her room, Jack knew it had to be one of the best moves he had ever made.She wasn't completely naked as he first imagined, but what little she had on really appealed to his horny nature, making the look of her even more exciting than if she was. The girl was wearing two small lace handkerchiefs which she had tied end-to-end to form a bra, but it kept flopping down because she had nothing of her own to hold it up with.It was a humorous but strangely thrilling sight, and when his eyes traveled down a little farther, Jack saw something more to keep his spirits at fever pitch. She had taken a small square of black silk and two strands of hair-ribbon with which she had attempted to form a pair of bikini panties, and it almost would have worked, were it not for the fact that she had forgotten to add a little something which might cover her ass.Not that Jack was complaining. To see her bouncing and jiggling around, those two succulent little cheeks winking at him with their tiny pink dimples was enough to make a more fainthearted guy cream on the spot. And for all it covered, she might just as well have forgotten the black silk front piece as well. The thing was too tiny to cover much more than her little slit, but every time she moved just about all of her twat was clearly visible from either one side of the fabric or the other.The sight of that darling pink thing, looking as good to eat as cotton candy, made his mouth positively water and Jack found his hand under the opening in his robe, stroking his cock as if it were a matter of complete surprise to him. Never in his life had he been turned on in quite that way, and by anything as young and girlish as the darling named Erin Green.Her hair was loose and every time she bounced or wiggled it flew around in the air like clouds on a fresh spring day. More and more in his eyes she began to resemble something delicious from out of a Midsummer Night's Dream, and Jack actually had himself wondering if maybe he wasn't asleep after all, and everything he was watching was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.But she started to move even more wildly now, and since her window was open, he could actually hear her breathing hard when she wasn't making noises in tune with the hard rock sounds, and knew her outfit and the way she was moving was not the pastime of a young and totally innocent girl. Oh, he guessed sexually she was for the most part, especially when it came to the subject of boys, but Jack figured she was just stepping into the age of experimentation, and he was mighty glad he happened upon her just as she was starting to discover she was starting to bud into a woman.As she danced around her bedroom floor, Erin would occasionally bring her hands up along her sides and then to the edges of her nearly flat chest, quite unconsciously until she discovered a rub or a touch in those special places made her feel awfully good. Once the girl realized the tantalizing fact, she began exploring the obvious regions of her body with excited determination. And the more she touched, the happier and more animated the dear became.Learning how good it felt for her body to be rubbed, massaged even if in a juvenile way, Erin began to experiment with herself. She started by rubbing at her sides a little harder, and this time when her hands went a little bit above her ribcage, she decided to venture and reached around under her hairless armpits until she had one trembling hand over each of her bud-like breasts.There was hardly any swelling to them at all, really no more than a pair of slightly puffy nipples, but the girl didn't seem to mind. In her juvenile fancy she had tits as big as her own mother's, and it was a big, brawny man with hands as big as baseball mitts who was playing with them because he thought they were the most beautiful pair he had ever seen.Boys were supposed to gush all over a girl's tits. She heard that from the older girls at school, so it had to be right. There was a lot of stuff they'd been telling her lately, and like the little lady in Alice in Wonderland, Erin was getting more and more curious.Some of the girls told how they played with their muffs, as they called them because theirs already had hair on them, and some others told how older boys did that same thing to them. Why was it such a big deal to have a finger in there where the piss came from.That was a question she had put off many times because she was just too plain scared to dig in there and find out for herself. Now the idea was becoming more and more appealing to her, and she danced herself over to the edge of the bed and laid down on her back.The way the bed was situated in the girl's room, Jack found himself with practically a bird's-eye view of her body and everything she was doing with it. He laughed quietly to himself when he thought of his miserable wife upstairs. Why he actually should be thanking her because she was the reason that he was crouched down in the bushes watching a sweet young thing discover her own sexuality.And she certainly was discovering it. Jack could make no mistake about that. He was close enough now to see how pink her cheeks were getting as she murmured to herself, no doubt whispering what she imagined a man would be saying if he was on that bed with her. Her hands were wandering at will, all over the front of her body and Jack could easily see how much the whole scene was turning her on by the changing expressions on her face. .She had thrown her head back on the pillows, closing her eyes and letting her mouth fall slack as her hands pressed even harder across the pointed surfaces of her two little nipples. And before too long, as naturally they would, her hands began to wander down, looking for a new and more challenging area of exploration.Using both hands at the same time, she rubbed her way down to her navel, and her legs swung wide open as if she had uttered some magic word and sprung wide the gates of pleasure. Now the little piece of silk which had barely covered her dainty pink mound to begin with fell away completely, and with a shake of her slender form from head to toe, she was completely naked and aimed right at Jack's gaping eyes, affording him a pretty close inspection. About as close as he could get without crawling head first right into that hot little pink slit.He wanted to rub his eyes and make sure once more that he wasn't dreaming, but everything was moving along so quickly now he was afraid to so much as blink for fear of missing some of the fantastic action. Down on his knees, crouched behind the bushes, Jack was dragging his stiff cock in the dew-dampened grass. But neither his cramped position nor the chill he felt all the way up to his balls were sufficient reason for him to get up and go back into the house where he belonged.He had never seen anything quite like the show this innocent was putting on for him, and he doubted he ever would again. He was willing to pay attention to his cock, but definitely not to get it under wraps again. What it needed was a hand to soothe it, and while he would have preferred for a sweet thing like Erin to do it for him, he didn't mind taking care of matters himself, so long as the lovely girl was providing him with suitable encouragement.So wild was the scene unfolding before him, he didn't take his eyes off it even while he wrapped his fist around his cock and started pounding away with it. Beyond him, Erin was beginning a little hand action of her own, but hers was not nearly as smooth as the horny man's.This was the first time in her young life her hands were touching her plump little mound for any reason other than to wash it in the tub. She touched her fingers to it gingerly, and then pulled them away as if she had touched a surface that was red-hot. There was actually more warmth down there then she had suspected, and it took some getting used to-but not much!Now that she had gone so far, Erin knew she mustn't stop until she found out for herself what the business of sexual pleasure was all about. She had no clear notion of fucking, or that a male was needed to get the most out of it. All she knew for sure was there were secrets in her body, secrets she could no longer wait to know.To her there was no point in her running around the sidelines any more. Erin had promised herself this would be the last night she tossed and turned without sleep because she was afraid to try what her friends had done and were bragging about so much. Twice before she had tried it and given it up long before her hand had even touched the outside of her cunt, so afraid was she of what might happen to her body because of doing something her mother had said was forbidden.But not this time. Every single one of her friends had played with herself and they all survived to tell about it, so Erin took a deep breath, tried to keep her heart from beating so fast, and plunged her hand down to the crevice of her pussy once again. This time she kept going until her fingers buried themselves in her virginal hole and she gasped at the slight pain which vanished almost as quickly as it came.The tight confines of the deep hole that she was exploring became wet very quickly and the girl discovered it was much easier for her fingers to work in there now. Now that she had gotten the worst of it over, conquered her fear, Erin was quickly finding her friends certainly knew what they were talking about.Was a man's prick supposed to feel the same way her hands felt to her now? Was it bigger or smaller, and what did it do once it got in there? These and many others were the questions which filtered though her bright, alert mind as she played with herself and wondered about the sexual world beyond her blue-and-white checked bedroom.Not for a moment did it occur to her that somebody might be watching every move she made. So innocent was she that she never thought to turn the light out or even to pull down her shade. At this moment in time, nothing else existed for the girl but where she was and what she was discovering about herself.Her fingers no sooner found the deepest point in her tight slit they could reach when she began to twist them around in there for no better purpose than because it felt so awfully wonderful. She didn't really have her mind on the music, but it was reeling through her brain just the same, and without trying, her hand picked up on the backbeat tempo and she began working her hot little twat faster and faster.Jack's eyes were glued to the damp spot between her wide-spread thighs as he watched the girl fingering herself in a frenzy as her young body gyrated in time with the music. He couldn't hear her but he was sure that she was moaning, so passionately twisted was her face. To see the features now of what had been the most innocent of all faces just a few moments ago, now looking for all the world like a heated, lusty woman, was like watching a magical transformation.Nothing-but nothing-had ever turned him on this much, and his hand raced back and forth on his throbbing hard-on, keeping time with the girl's own hand as if they were in the very same room and sharing what they were doing with nothing between them at all. Jack began to work hard at himself, moaning at first, then mumbling things to the girl as if she could actually hear him. A few seconds later he was talking so fast and loud that Erin was startled and looked up from what she was doing.Jack was partially off in his own private dream world and not completely aware of what Erin was still doing in her room because he was just on the edge of shooting his wad. But Erin heard him now loud and clear, and a sudden shock of terror stopped her hand in mid-stroke. For moments she was frozen to her spot.But then her curiosity got the best of her and she shut off the light before going to her window and looking out. There was just enough light left from the street lamps for her to make out the silhouette of a man down behind the bushes, and unless it was a burglar waiting for total darkness to rip off the people in the house next door to hers, she was in big trouble.Were it not for the groans, she would have gone back to her bed and what she was doing. But she strained her eyes and finally made out who the man was and what he was doing. She just happened to be looking as Jack went into a heavy shake and began spurting come all over the bushes. Erin was positively terrified, but she was also fascinated With the big stiff thing Jack was holding in his hand!From her distance and because of her lack of experience, his dick looked like a war club, and the way it was spraying the thick stuff all over the place, Erin couldn't help wondering if maybe what he had was a huge, thick rubber hose instead.She remained standing half out of the window and half in until Jack shot his last, and then he looked up as a matter of course in getting himself on shaky legs and spotted the girl playing the same game. For only one moment they looked at one another, one electrical moment, and both understood something freaky was going to pass between them.Erin was too overwhelmed to even think about screaming, and Jack was too surprised, when her fear left her and she almost smiled. Jack ran back to his house from there, knew he would be spending more time watching her, if not doing other things, like showing the darling his long, fast toy in person and teaching her how to play with it.CHAPTER TWOErin turned around then, after closing her bedroom window, because she felt suddenly drained of her last bit of energy, and Jack headed back for his own house. She seemed to know he wanted her, Jack thought, and maybe after spending a little time with her, she might actually be willing to let him teach her a few of the ropes.But what in heaven's name was he thinking of? She just knew nothing about fucking, and had just proven so by the way that she played sexy dress-up and the awkward way she tried to play with her own body. As if it weren't bad enough for her to catch him jerking off out there, they had to catch each other's sight, and a young girl like that could cause him a whole lot trouble if she chose to.It was impossible for him to read the correct meaning in her face, and this disturbed him. Was it a hint of something better yet to come? But how could that be when she was still much more than a young child. If not that, was it a look that told of her own curiosity? Now there was a thought well worth holding because Jack couldn't walk away from what he had just seen and pretend it had never happened.He really was a sick man to watch and get his rocks off by it, but then, why should he be feeling that way? There had been no actual harm done as far as he could see. So he saw her playing with herself. Big deal. And then she saw him doing the same. Well... that was a slightly bigger deal, and no denying it. A girl so young maybe shouldn't have seen a man jerking himself off. It might do something to her head and maybe make her frigid or something like that later in life.So Jack tried to punish himself mentally about what he had done out in the bushes, but it lasted only as long as it took him to go upstairs to bed with his wife. Luckily she was fast asleep and didn't seem to have noticed he was gone. She probably would have been happy about that, Jack supposed. But fuck her, he thought.He fell immediately to sleep now, but it wasn't a very restful one for him. No sooner did he fall heavily into it than he began to dream in hot, vivid colors.Erin was lying in a dingy basement, wearing the same makeshift outfit and holding her arms out to him. She was fingering herself rapidly as she called to him, but when he tried to replace her own slim hand with his bigger one, she pushed him away and spat in his face.Now he became angry and started yelling at her, calling her every filthy name in the book, and as he did so, his clothing changed into black leather, with a wide space missing in the crotch of his pants so that his cock and balls could hang out freely. His body changed as well, magically transformed into the muscular build of a weightlifter and his own tool was now three times longer than reality and twice as wide.Red, blue, and purple lights spun all around them, he carried a riding crop in his hand and kept smacking it against his thigh as he prepared to teach the girl a lesson for refusing the touch of his hand. Again he reached out for her cunt and again she smacked his hand away, laughing at him like he was nothing but a crude joke.It became obvious to him that she had no need for him as all the time she was laughing she kept pointing at the white void beyond the doorway as if ordering him out of his own dream. But he refused to go and only snickered back at her, pulling himself up to his full height which was considerably taller than reality, and started rubbing the sides of his huge organ with both hands as they were both required to lift the heavy hunk of swollen meat. Now it was she who was doing the staring.Her eyes were bulging out of her head when she caught sight of the massive organ and she smacked her lips as she reached to his crotch, wanting to get a good feel for herself. He allowed her to actually let her fingertips touch it, and only then did he smack her hands as she had done to him.She started to cry then and pleaded with him, but no words or even sounds came out of her mouth, and when she tried to cry, no tears would drop from her eyes. Then he pulled her head up by the yards of golden hair she had, and mashed his mouth down so hard on hers her face almost disappeared, only becoming clear again when he pulled his mouth away, was as if the girl did not exist unless it was to please himself.The girl tried to fight him off, but of course it didn't do her any good. No matter what she tried, he could move right around between her legs, he found he could work his whole fist up her cunt, and yet when he wanted to probe her with only a finger, it was tight as a vise.Still she struggled in his arms, but he grew Dracula-like fangs and sank them into her neck. Instantly the girl stopped trying to fight him off and begged him to fuck her instead. Her body went soft as clouds and he laid her down again on the black concrete floor. An aura of red light surrounded her, and he got down on his knees beside her, his hands grabbing at everything desirable her body contained, and she couldn't seem to get enough of what he was doing to her.