Neighborhood Fairy: Barely Legal Erotica - Elsa England - ebook
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Teaser:"You're only a teenager, Betty.""I know. All I think about is fucking. I go to sleep dreaming of boys fucking me and I have hot dreams and wake up all tired and frustrated. At least I'm gonna find out about the real thing now.""Aren't you afraid your folks might find out?""Who's gonna tell 'em?"Anne lay back again and undid the strap of her bikini bottom. She laid it aside to give her more room. Together, she and Betty fingerfucked, the juicy sounds and musky scent filled the room."You don't have a cherry anymore?" Betty asked, pausing to rest."Not all of it. I fucked around one day with a rubber hot dog and tore it pretty good.""A rubber hot dog?" Betty laughed."The kind you buy in a trick shop. My brother had it." Anne shrugged. "It looks just like a frankfurter except that it's rubber."

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Neighborhood Fairy

Elsa England

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

"I sure did," she replied. "And I liked it too."

Anne had to take a moment to get her breath. "You put your mouth... "

Betty began to squirm a little. "I kissed it first. The head was all swollen up and kind of blue. God, it was hot!"

"You're just fooling. You didn't-"

"Listen, Anne, I wouldn't kid you about something like this. I did it. I sucked Tom Carver's cock." Betty squirmed some more. Anne saw her friend slip a hand down into her bikini. She was dying to do the same. A slishy sound could be heard as Betty parted her cuntlips and gouged gingerly between them. She shivered and pushed her shoulders back. A sigh came from deep in her chest.

"Boy, if Mrs. Carver found out about that. You were supposed to be babysitting."

"I was babysitting." Betty gave a sly wink. "The baby was asleep."

"Where was Tom's wife while all this was going on, anyhow?"

"Passed out drunk on her bed. Tom was supposed to be driving me home. But we got to talking and he fixed me a drink. He was a little high himself. He grabbed me and kissed me and I liked it. When I didn't throw a fit, he kissed me again. The whiskey was getting to me by then."

Anne tossed her blond hair and chuckled. "You sucked Tom Carver's cock! It's wild!" She stared at Betty. "He didn't come, did he?"

Betty ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. "Yep. It isn't so bad as you think. Fact is, it was kind of good. When you get that excited, you want to swallow that stuff."

"Betty! He came in your mouth?" Anne was up on her knees on the bed now, staring at her friend with amazement.

"He came in my mouth. It was slick and a bit on the salty side. God, there was a lot of it. I was sliding my lips up and down his cock and he was groaning and twisting around something awful. He really went nuts when I used my tongue. Even though I'm a beginner, he told me I did a real good job."

"A beginner? You mean, you're going to do it again?"

"I'm babysitting for the Carvers this coming weekend."

Anne rolled onto her back. A summer breeze was flicking her curtains out and by now she'd grown so hot, she couldn't resist the impulse to touch herself any longer. She dug a hand under her own bikini and began to rub the swollen lips of her pussy. Her blond curls were already damp with her fuck juices. She glanced over at Betty and watched the redhead's hips lurch as she fingerfucked herself a bit faster.

"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh," Betty groaned, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open.

"Did he fuck you?" Anne asked. She'd gotten her middle finger into her tight, young cunthole and was fucking in and out. Her pussy felt wonderful.

"No, but I think we're gonna take care of that this next time." Betty's back arched. "Uhhhh, uhhhhh, this is nice."

"You're only a teenager, Betty."

"I know. All I think about is fucking. I go to sleep dreaming of boys fucking me and I have hot dreams and wake up all tired and frustrated. At least I'm gonna find out about the real thing now."

"Aren't you afraid your folks might find out?"

"Who's gonna tell 'em?"

Anne lay back again and undid the strap of her bikini bottom. She laid it aside to give her more room. Together, she and Betty fingerfucked, the juicy sounds and musky scent filled the room.

"You don't have a cherry anymore?" Betty asked, pausing to rest.

"Not all of it. I fucked around one day with a rubber hot dog and tore it pretty good."

"A rubber hot dog?" Betty laughed.

"The kind you buy in a trick shop. My brother had it." Anne shrugged. "It looks just like a frankfurter except that it's rubber."

"You got around?" Betty pushed up on one elbow. She seemed interested.

"In that drawer over there," Anne said.

Betty fetched the weenie and dangled it between thumb and finger. "Not very big," she laughed.

"It feels nice, though."

"Want me to fuck you first?" Betty asked, her voice sounding matter-of-fact. Anne was shocked. She had fingerfucked lots of times with Betty, but they'd never done anything to each other. Yet, the thought of having that weenie pushed into her cunt by someone else did sound nice.

"I guess so." Anne stripped her bikini the rest of the way off and lay back, her knees bent, feet flat on the bed. She was breathing deep and fast and her cunt tingled with anticipation.

Betty knelt close to her, the weenie in her right hand while she opened Anne's pussy gently with her thumb and finger.

"Think of the sexiest boy at school while I'm doing this."

"The boys at school are nerds." Anne closed her eyes and tried to think of someone sexy. The only male that came to mind at that moment was Tom Carver. She could imagine his big cock being sucked by Betty. She could also imagine his prick touching her cunt like the rubber weenie was doing now.

"God, you're tight," Betty murmured.

"Mmmmm, that's really good. It is better if some one else does it."

"There, it's going in."

Anne felt her cunt muscles parting. They rode around the sides of the rubber weenie as Betty forced it deeper. Her friend drew it back, then shoved again. In and out, in and out. Anne humped her back down into the mattress, then arched again.

"Wow!" Anne yelped.

"Want me to rub your clit while I'm doing this?"

"Yeah... " Anne breathed.

Betty used a light, petting motion against Anne's sensitive clit flesh. The sensations were super. Anne squirmed faster, her breath coming in tight little pants.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, shit! Ohhhhh, god damn, that's wonderful!"

"I'm gonna put it in as deep as I can," Betty said, still rubbing Anne's clit. She shoved the weenie deep, then jerked it back again.

"Nhhhuuuhhhh," Anne moaned, twisting on the bed. Her toes fanned out against the sheet as she lifted her ass from the mattress. Holding her ass in the air, she did a little dance with her pussy, her muscles squeezing the rubber weenie.

"Faster," Anne whimpered, pumping her ass up and down now. "Ohhhh, Betty, do it faster!"

"You're juicy," her red-headed friend said, fucking the weenie in and out of Anne's cunthole. "You're all swollen up."

Anne was going crazy. She'd had pretty good finger fucks before, but nothing had felt so good as this. A sudden desire to go farther made her writhe.

"Betty, lay down on top of me. Please!"

As cool as Betty was, this shocked her. Anne could see it in her eyes. Betty didn't hesitate though. She lay down between Anne's open thighs, her hand still on the weenie.

"I want to feel what it's like to have someone on top. Ohhh, yes! It's nice to feel the weight pressing me down! Ohhhhh, damn! So, nice!"

Betty moved her own hips in a thrusting motion to make the fantasy even better. Closing her eyes tightly, Anne pretended Tom Carver was on top of her, fucking her with his hot, hard cock. She wiggled and dug her nails into Betty's back. Except it was Tom's back. She wanted to believe it was, anyhow.

"I'm gonna come," she squealed, pumping furiously. The weenie went in and out faster. Betty's mouth was wet against Anne's cheek. When her friend kissed her, it seemed perfectly natural. Both of them were lost in make-believe now. Anne was kissing Tom Carver.

When she felt the hot tickle of her come rush through her, she squealed again and threw her legs around Betty's waist.

"Ohh, yuhhh, yowww, whuuhhhhh!"

The bed rocked a little while longer and then Anne went limp. Betty got off and knelt like before, staring down at Anne as she struggled to get her breath.

"Where's the weenie?" Anne asked.

"I lost it." Betty gave her a weak smile. "It was so greased up, it just slipped out of my fingers."

"Lost it?" Anne didn't know whether to laugh or start worrying. She was too tired to do either right now, but she managed a little giggle. "So you lost it."

"You should be able to get it out easy enough. Unless your pussy is deeper than I think."

Anne still couldn't worry about the weenie. Since she couldn't feel it, she figured it must not be doing her any harm. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"That was nice, but I wonder what it really feels like to get fucked by a guy."

"Why don't you come along with me next Saturday and watch?" Betty said, her eyes dancing naughtily.

Anne propped herself up on her elbows. "You mean hide while Tom Carver fucks you?"

"I wouldn't mind if you'll keep quiet."

* * *

It took Anne almost the whole week to decide what she should do. She felt terribly wicked thinking about doing what Betty wanted. She didn't even know whether she could stand to watch something like that happen to her best friend. Yet, her curiosity was driving her crazy. Maybe it would be a good thing to know what happened before she ever got fucked herself. That way, she would be prepared. She kept telling herself it was a kind of educational project. By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Anne had talked herself into going over to the Carvers' after they'd left Betty there alone.

When Betty met her at the Carvers' back door, she looked especially excited.

"It's going to be even better this time," she blurted to Anne as she let her in. "Tom said he's going to make sure his wife gets so drunk she passes out while she's over at the Smiths' party. Mrs. Smith'll put her to bed there and he'll come back to drive me home. You get it?"

"Yeah. He won't drive you home. At least, not right away."

Betty hugged her big tits. "Yeah. I can't wait."

"I'm still a bit nervous about going through with this, but I really do want to see what happens."

"I'll tell you one thing," Betty laughed. "It's a whole lot better than getting fucked with a rubber weenie." Both girls broke up. Anne watched Betty strut in front of the mirror. The redhead had on a tight sweater that showed off her big tits. She'd taken off her bra, too, so that her nipples pushed the red material out. Anne had once been envious about Betty's boobs but had finally accepted her fate without whimpering. She would just have to live with the little tits she'd been blessed with. And they weren't all that bad. Mocking Betty, she did a strut or two herself.

"You're really getting pretty," Betty told her. "I wish I had your blond hair. It's so nice and curly. Mine just hangs limp."

"Tom Carver must like it," Anne put in. "Or maybe he just likes redheads."

Betty bit her lip. "He was teasing me last time, asking me if I had red hair down below."

Anne went to the window. "When do you think he'll be coming back?"

"I don't know, but I can hardly think straight. Let's play cards or something. I've got to get my mind off fucking or I'm gonna come in my panties."

They tried hearts for awhile and then some poker, but neither of them could keep their minds on the game. The television worked a little better, but Anne was so nervous she kept having to go to the bathroom. Finally, Betty got out a bottle of Tom's whiskey and mixed two strong drinks.

"We've just got to calm down. I don't want to act like a little school girl when Tom shows up."

Anne wolfed her drink down and asked for a second. By the time they heard a car pull up in the driveway, both of them were a little drunk.

"You'd better hide," Betty squealed, jumping up and almost taking a table with her. "Oh, god damn, he's coming up the walk."

"Which bedroom?" Anne sloshed her drink, then decided she'd better gulp it down and hide the glass. She stuffed it under the sofa and started for the stairs.

"Second room on the right," Betty called after her, then jerked down her sweater and licked her lips. Anne heard the front door open as she made the turn at the top of the steps and found the bedroom Betty had told her to hide in. She chose the closet and pulled the accordion door shut behind her. It wasn't long until the lights flicked on in the bedroom and Anne heard Tom's voice.

"You look luscious, tonight, Betty, darling."

"I like you to say things like that."

There was a silence, and when Anne opened the sliding door enough to peek out, she saw Tom kissing Betty's upturned mouth. He petted the redhead's plump, curvy ass as the kiss went on and on and on. Betty ran her hand down his back, then between his thighs. Anne's eyes grew wide as she saw her sophisticated girlfriend squeeze the big lump in Tom's slacks.

"How was the party?" Betty murmured.

"Boring. I was dying to get back here to you."

"Are you going to do what you said you were going to do?" Betty was squeezing his cock rhythmically. Her fingers worked up and down and Anne could see the shape of his prick even through the material of Tom's pants. He had begun to undo Betty's skirt. As it puddled around her ankles, he skinned her sweater up over her head. Betty giggled and twisted away from him, but he caught her and flung her on the bed. He jerked his shirt and pants off. When he threw away his shorts, Anne almost let out a gasp inside her closet hideaway. His cock swung up big and purple. His prick looked to weigh five pounds. The cockhead was partly covered by a white foreskin. Underneath, the flesh was shiny wet and purple. Betty was watching Tom's prick too. She bounced around on the bed until she was sitting on her heels. Tom walked over.

"It's been hard all evening like this."

"Ohhhh, it's big and hot," Betty said, putting her hands out to cradle his cockshaft. She began to pet his prick, her lips opening as she panted faster.

"I think it needs sucking," Tom said. "And I think you want to, don't you?"

"I've been waiting for hours," Betty moaned, licking her lips again and again. She bent forward, one hand cupping Tom's balls, the other squeezing his cockshaft as she stretched his foreskin back.

Anne shivered with lust as she watched all this. To see Betty's pudgy white fingers playing with Tom's cock was incredibly erotic. When Betty forced the skin away from the tip and stretched her lower lip out to caress the lobes at the underside, Anne had to squeeze her thighs together and pump her ass up and down. Her panties were soaked and had twisted into a narrow band that dug between her plush, young pussy lips.

"Baby, you're getting better every time," Tom told Betty.

Betty kept working her lower lip back and forth, then forward and backward. She was just touching the underside of Tom's cockhead, but her action seemed to be exciting him tremendously. Anne could see that that part of a man's prick must be especially sensitive.

When Betty flicked her tongue out and washed the surface of his cocktip with slow, circular licks, Anne wondered what a prick tasted like. Betty seemed to like his cock all right.

"Mmmmm, baby, you're driving me nuts."

Tom put his hand behind Betty's head to draw her down on his prick. With a slurp of surprise, her lips slipped around his swollen cockhead and down over his prickshaft another four inches. Anne could tell that her friend was licking the hell out of Tom's swollen prick.

"I think it's your turn," Tom panted. "Unless you want a mouthful of hot cum."

Betty eased her lips slowly away from his enormous cock, pursing them prettily as she mouth-fucked his pricktip a few times. With a kiss, she pulled away completely and rolled onto her back.

Tom crawled across the mattress on his knees and skinned her panties down to leave them dangling around one of Betty's ankles. He pushed her knees back until they touched her big tits. By now, Betty was panting and moaning and tossing her head from side to side.

"I'm gonna eat your sweet little pussy," Tom whispered.

"Oh, god," Betty squealed, her ass dancing with anticipation. In the closet, Anne stuck a finger as deep into her pussy as she could. She was going to get a show she had not expected.

CHAPTER TWO