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“Seriously!”
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A Neighbors Teenage Daughter
A True Story
BY: PUSSYPATTER
aka
Wendy Tight Tush
© 21 June 2007 All rights reserved
Chapter Four
Chapter Four
I said, “I’ve only been fucked by a couple of guys Mr. Tanner,” sounding slightly embarrassed as I spoke. “Really?” he replied, cutting me off in mid sentence and sounding somewhat astonished when I’d said that, “you’ve only had sex with a couple of guys?”
I said, “No silly” giggling girlishly. That question had lightened my mood somewhat. I could feel my face beginning to flush with sexual excitement at the thought of what was yet to come as I said, “I’ve actually been fucked by several different men now” still giggling lightly, and giving his pulsating cock a nice firm squeeze as I spoke.
“What I was starting to say is that I’ve only been fucked by a couple of guys who were anywhere near my own age…” I said, “like my last boyfriend” while slowly stroking Mr. Tanner’s manhood behind me. “But almost all of the guys that I’ve allowed to fuck with me have all been men…” I said, “and I mean grown men like you Mr. Tanner.”
Mr. Tanner had replied, “Really?” sounding somewhat skeptical and a bit dismayed by the fact that I had been screwing grown men already. “And why's that Wendy?” he asked questioningly.
“Well” I said “I guess that it’s because the few times that I did let a guy my own age have sex with me” giving his swollen male member another nice firm squeeze as I spoke, “were extremely lacking in sexual satisfaction” a wistful tone evident in my voice, “at least they had been for me”. “And I always had to finish myself off with my own fingers” I said, “that is if I wanted to cum after they had finished with me” adding, “because most of the younger guys just don’t know how to fuck… I guess.”
I said, “I was never able to cum from the action of any of the younger guys dicks working inside of me Mr. Tanner”. “Oh…” Mr. Tanner replied, “is that so?” a hint of sexual intrigue evident in his voice as he spoke.
“Yeah” I answered, “they would fuck me for like five or ten minutes, shoot their load, and be ready to leave as soon as they had smoked a cigarette”. “But as I remember it” I said, “when I’d seen you and mom doing at it, you guys had really been going at it for a pretty long time before you had finally allowed yourself to cum.”
“You know” I said, “you were using a lot of different sexual positions with mom”, “you were turning her every way but lose, doing lots of kissing, licking, massaging, and stuff like that.”
I turned around to face him with a hot, burning, carnal lust evident in my emerald green eyes as I said, “It had seemed to me as though mom must have cum at least a dozen times before you had finally relented, and had filled her with your baby making juice” gazing lustfully into his eyes as I spoke.
I knew from the expression that I had seen on Mr. Tanner’s face, when I had turned around to face him, that he had no doubt left in his mind that I was a woman with a mission. And I was pretty sure that he knew that I had fully intended to pursue it through to its conclusion too.
Then I had shyly explained to him that I had masturbated myself, more times than I could even count, while I had been fantasizing about the arrival of this day.
During this time we had each had a couple of more beers and I had gotten up the courage to tell him that I had already experienced a number of lesbian encounters which had been extremely sexually fulfilling, unlike all of my sexual experiences with guys my own age had been, which had simply been one letdown after another.
I had explained to Mr. Tanner that although I had been way more than willing to indulge myself in the perverted lesbian lifestyle, and that I had truly enjoyed the sexual experience at the time that it had happened.
I explained how I had been the one who actually initiated the initial sexual encounter myself, and that I hadn’t been pushed away even though I had been extremely young at the time.
I have since come to realize that everything that had happened, leading up to the night that I had had my first lesbian encounter hadn’t actually been “all my idea” the way that I had thought that it had been when it was happening after all.
Now, when I look back on everything that had happened, I realize that I had actually been being played, or guided as it were, and that I had been being coaxed, ever so fucking subtlety, into having sex for several days before I had finally taken the bait, and done my first bit of pre-pubescent muff diving.
Anyway, not only had my first female partner been a whole lot older than I had been, she had also been really…, really, patient in getting what she had wanted from me.
That bitch had dammed sure taken her sweet, easy, time working with me, getting me into the right state of mind for what she had planned for me, and she had used the “go slow” approach with me to get what she had wanted from me.
And by breaking me in to the homosexual lifestyle of having same sex sexual relations, in the way that she had gone about doing it, not only had she been able to quickly overcome all of my sexual inhabitations but she had also succeeded in assuring herself a place in my sexual life for several years to come.
Now, for better or worse, I have to admit that she has since been able to drive me to some extraordinarily high sexual heights, but then that’s a story for another day.
So anyway, once I had finished telling Mr. Tanner my story he understood full well that his sexual good fortune today was directly linked to the inexperienced, “hurry the fuck up girl”, “all I wanna do is cum in you” type of sex that I had been subjected to by the few guys my own age, that I had ever had sex with.
He also understood that that was what was pushing me so hard to consummate something that had started out as a young girl’s first masturbation fantasy several years ago.
Don’t get me wrong here, I mean that with the exception of a dozen or so ‘grown men’ that I had been allowing to fuck me on a regular basis back then, men who could fuck the dog shit out of me for two hours at a time, fucking-nonstop, and would make me cum my brains out multiple times any time that they fucked me, the younger guys just weren’t doing it for me.
That was when Mr. Tanner said, “I think we would be a lot more comfortable laying down” then asked, “don’t you Wendy?” before I had had a chance to answer. I blurted out, “Oh Heck Yeah”, “but only if I can get totally naked Boo” becoming giddy with sexual excitement at the prospect of getting fucked, then added, “at least I know I would” giggling childishly.
I felt a hot wave of carnal lust quickly sweeping across my body as I looked at him asking, “so where’s the bedroom Mr. Tanner?” A broad smile of lustful satisfaction had quickly crossed his face as he had taken me by the hand and led me down the hall to a bedroom.
Once we had walked into the bedroom I had stood just inside the door, looking around at my surroundings, as I casually said, “this isn’t your bedroom” stressing the word “your,” then asked “is it Mr. Tanner?” “No” he replied sounding somewhat puzzled, “it isn’t.” “This is a guest bedroom” Mr. Tanner said, then asked “why Wendy?”
I replied, “Because when you take me” a mischievous grin playing on my lips, “I want you to take me, and make love to me in your bed” once again placing some heavy emphasis on the word ‘your’ while standing there staring lustfully into his eyes.
Mr. Tanner asked, “why’s that Wendy?” not sure why I was balking at the idea of getting fucked in the guest bedroom adding, “this beds’ just as good as mine.”
To which I had quickly replied, “Oh no it isn’t Mr. Tanner” adding, “you don’t understand Mr. Tanner” slowly backpedaling toward the door as I said, “a couple of weeks ago, when I was at the mall, I overheard your wife referring me as nasty little tramp, and pointing me out, while she was talking to one of her lady friends ” as I had backed out of the door.
“Then” I said, “last week I saw Ms. Diana pointing me out to some ladies at the supermarket, and heard her referring to me as your ‘dirty little nigger whore’ and a ‘horny little slut’ while she was gossiping with them.”
“So” I said, my voice thick with carnal lust and sexual revenge, “when you fuck me today I want you to be fucking ‘your dirty little nigger whore’ in that white bitches bed” as I stepped back into the hallway adding, “just like the horny little slut Ms. Diana accused me of being” the tone of vengeful, sexual, lust more than evident in my tone of voice.
I knew that Mr. Tanner had liked and agreed with what I’d just said when I saw the lustful smirk that had started creeping across his face as he said, “you’re sure right about that Wendy”, “Diana sure can be a bitch at times.”
“Then my bedroom it is” Mr. Tanner replied, taking my hand as he said “come on Wendy” then led me through the house to the master bedroom.
When Mr. Tanner had showed me through the door to the master bedroom I had looked around the room, rather pleased with myself and content in the knowledge that ’this little nigger whore’ was now about to be getting her brains fucked out on ‘Ms. Diana’s bed’, as Mr. Tanner led me across the room, stopping alongside of a king size bed centered along the wall at the far end of the room saying “here it is Wendy.”
“Is this where your wife sleeps Mr. Tanner?” I asked softly as I caressed the edge of the mattress. “No” he replied, “she sleeps on the other side of the bed.” “Oh” I said softly, trailing my fingertips along the comforter as I walked slowly around to the other side of the bed saying, “then I think I’ll enjoy it a whole lot more if you fuck me…” as an evil smile began to play across my lips, “or rather make love to me on this side of the bed Mr. Tanner.”
Once again I had seen a knowing smirk slowly spread across Mr. Tanner’s face as he had followed me around the foot of the bed a few seconds later saying, “girl you’re evil” as he slowly moved up behind me adding, “but I do have to admit” taking hold of me by my hips, and pulling my ass cheeks back firmly up against his steely hard manhood as he spoke, “I do like your wicked way of thinking Wendy”
“So Wendy” Mr. Tanner said, sliding both of his hands first around in front of me and onto my hard flat belly adding, “under the circumstances” while quickly moving his left hand up to fondle my tits, and sliding his right hand down to my pubis at the same time, then pulling up and back against it, pulling my rump back firmly against his groin as he did and asking, “don’t you thing you could start calling me Tim instead of Mr. Tanner?” as he did.
“Sure Tim” I replied, turning my face slightly trying to glance back over my shoulder as I laid my head back against his chest saying, “as long as it’s OK with you and you don’t think I’m being disrespectful or anything Mr. Tanner.”
“Good” Tim replied, “from now on I want you to call me Tim whenever we’re alone Wendy” moving both of his hands down to my hips, tugging back gently on my right hip while pushing forward on the left, turning me around to face him in the process, then slowly drawing my body up against his as he did.
Once I was facing him and we were standing belly to belly, Tim had started sliding his hands gently down across the rounds of my buttocks. I had quickly encircled his neck with my arms and had quickly pulled myself up against his broad muscular chest until our lips had met and we had began kissing me passionately.
All the while Tim had been reveling in the sexual joys of being allowed to fondle a piece of jail baits ass cheeks to his hearts content.
And I mean to tell you that that man had damned sure been enjoying himself, squeezing one of my tight round ass cheeks with one hand while fondling my breast with the other as we stood there kissing too.
As for me, I was enjoying the sensuality of the moment and was reveling in the sexual sensations that I was receiving from the feeling of Tim’s manhood, which was throbbing ever so sensually, against my body while he had it pressing firmly against my mons pubis.
I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination or not, but I was thinking that Tim had gotten a lot more sexually aroused than he had been at first, and I could’ve sworn that his cock had seemed as though it had just grown a couple of sizes larger while he was running his hands back and forth over the rounds of my rump too.
Fuck…, I was in a nymphets sensual heaven while Tim was standing there holding me firmly by my ass cheeks and pressing his, hard, throbbing, cock against the firm flesh of my mons veneris, and grinding himself seductively against me.
Once we had finally had enough kissing to hold us for a couple of minutes, Tim had stepped to one side of me, taken hold of the comforter, flipped it back and kind of folding it a couple of times to get it out of our way as he did.
Then he had turned back to me, taken hold of me by my waist, turning my ass towards the side of the bed as he did, then walked me backwards a couple of step until the backs of my legs had bumped gently against the edge of the bed.
I had been slightly embarrassed because I could feel that the crotch of my panties had gotten soaking wet, with my own vaginal secretions, and I could feel them clinging to my pussy lips like a second skin.
I knew from the expression that I had been seeing on Tim’s face, every time that he looked down towards my snatch that they were showing a great deal of definition of my camel toe too.
Then, grinning hungrily at me, he had pushed me slightly back and down at the same time as he had sat me down on the edge of his wife’s side of the bed. Once I was seated Tim had taken me by my shoulders, then bending forward he had laid me slowly over on my back, leaving my legs hanging out of the bed in the process.
Once Tim had me laid down he had just stood there for a few moments allowing his eyes to feast on the sensual sight that was laying there before him. Then he had slowly spread my legs, just enough for him to be able to get between my knees as he had slowly knelt down between my feet.
Once he had gotten himself comfortable Tim had began kissing and licking my trembling thighs while allowing his hands to make themselves at home, caressing my belly and mons veneris, as they helped him to become better acquainted with my body.
Then I had started wondering what the fuck was going on when Tim had leaned forward and had just held his face between my open thighs, with his nose so close to my twat that I could feel the heat from his breath every time that he would exhale, for several seconds.
“Oh God!” I thought, almost franticly, “I hope I don’t stink” but knowing that I had douched before I had gotten dressed to come over had lessened my apprehension somewhat.
Then after several awfully tense seconds of uncertainty I had finally realized that he was simply savoring the scent of my sexual excitement… which was emanating from my vagina.
To Be Continued…
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