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“A Neighbors Teenaged Daughter”

BY: PUSSYPATTER

Wendy Tight Tush

© 21 June 2007 All rights reserved

Chapter One

EDITED 12 Nov 2008

 Re-Posted as A Public Post

Here’s a little history leading up to the events that I have laid out in the story below.

He was a pretty good looking white dude who was somewhere between twenty-five and thirty years old who was always laughing with me, telling me jokes, giving me snacks, and just cutting up with me in general when I was a little girl.

I think that I was about seven years old back then and I had met him when we had first moved in next door to him.

For some reason, maybe it was the lack of a dad in my life, or maybe it was just because he was willing to put up with me, I don’t know but for whatever reason I had always enjoyed being around him when I was little.

When I think back on it now I know that I had probably been quite the little nuisance to him back then, because I was like forever just running away from my mom and knocking on his door any time that I got bored…, and that was pretty regular too.

He never complained about any of my unscheduled visits though, no matter how inconvenient or untimely they might have been. I mean I hadn’t realized it back then but I know that there had been several times, when I had made one of my unsolicited house calls, that he had had a lady friend over, and had been planning to get some serious fucking done.

I remember hearing him tell a couple of them that they could leave, if they wanted to, when they had kind of complained about ‘that little nigger kid’ being there, but none of them had ever left though.

Nevertheless, he would make it plain, to anyone who complained or commented about me being there, that I was welcome to come over anytime and stay until I was ready to go back home.

And he would always allow me to stay and keep him company, sometimes for several hours at a time, any time that I had gone over to his apartment.

Then when I was like eleven years old it had happened…I’d never had any kinda sexual experience before, though I kinda knew what sex was about…, that is until Mr. Tanner had came over to our apartment to party with my mom one evening, and had wound up spending the night.

I had been sent to bed, sometime around nine o’clock, and I had been sleeping like a rock when I had woke up all of a sudden … needing to pee.

I’d gone to the bathroom and on my way back to bed I had heard something pretty unusual. It was some pretty loud sensual moaning and It had seemed to have been coming from our den.

Well, me being the curious little creature that I am, I went to check it out and I’d seen Mr. Tanner doing my mom, and man was he ever doing her too. I had stood there watching them in, wide eyed amazement, while they were fucking.

I had watched while he had fuck my mom on the couch, the coffee table, and the floor too. Shit, I had tried to leave and get my little ass back to bed but I just hadn’t been able to tear myself away from what I was watching, and I had just stood there, in the darkness of the hallway, for a couple of hours watching everything that was unfolding before my stunned, young, eyes.

Anyway that was when it had actually happened… and for the second time in my life I had developed a case of the sexual hots for a grown man. I don’t mean just any man either, in this case I mean that I had developed a server case of the sexual hots for my long time friend…, Mr. Tanner.

Even though I had never acted on them, I mean the hots that I had for that man, other than to masturbate the hell out of myself while fantasizing about Mr. Tanner doing me like I’d seen him doing my mom, I did maintained them over the years until I had finally reached the point that I had gotten so fucking hott, and horny, for him that I did finally act…and that’s what this story is all about.

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His name is Timothy Tanner but most people who knew him just called him Tim because of his first name… Timothy. Well except for me anyway, I always called him Mr. Tanner because he was way older than me.

I had been knowing him for several years, like since I was about seven years old, because mom and I had lived in the same apartment building that he was living in for awhile.

Anyway, Mr. Tanner and mom had been pretty good friends back then, and he had always treated me pretty good any time that I was around him.

Actually, my mom and him had been fuck buddies for several years, well they weren’t actually fucking…I think that they had only actually fucked that one time…, the time that I’d watched them doing each other in our den, but they were dammed sure into doing the sixty-nine thing after that and they would be going at it several times a week too, “relieving the tension of the day” as mom called it.

Anyway, all of that had been before mom had called herself falling in love with some fucking bum and marrying the perverted fucker.

That was when we had moved out of our apartment in that building and into a house on the street right behind it.

Shoot, any time I went out on our back porch, or into our back yard, I could see the back of Mr. Tanner’s apartment from the house where we lived. Anytime that I would see him out in his back yard I would skip over to the fence and talk to him.

I was happy about that because I still got to see him pretty much even though we weren’t still living in the same building.

And whenever I would get really bored every once in awhile I would wiggle through a crack in the fence behind our house, then walk across his back yard, knock on the sliding glass patio doors that opened into his den and visit for awhile.

But then he had gotten married and now that he’s married I only go over to visit when I know that no one else is at home with him, like his wife or kids, mainly because his wife doesn’t like me and bitches at him after I leave.

Anyway, I think that he had to be close to thirty years old now, and a couple of years ago he had gotten married to a really gorgeous blond that was several years younger than him who, in my opinion, was a total bitch who had two boys, one four and one five years old, that were total fucking brats.

Anyway I knew that his wife had left at six o’clock Friday evening and was going to visit her mother, who lived just over a three hour drive away, and that she had taken her two brats with her, to visit their grandmother, like she normally did anytime that she goes to visit her mother.

I also knew that they weren’t going to be getting back home until around eight o’clock Monday morning too because that was their normal routine when they went on that road trip.

But what I didn’t know at the time, but that Mr. Tanner had filled me in on later, was that this was the first time in several months that he was actually going to have the house completely to himself for more than just a couple of hours at a time and that he had really been looking forward to enjoying the peace and quiet.

Anyway, knowing that his wife and her fricking brats were going to be out of town for the entire weekend he had been planning to do nothing but relax, maybe watch some football on TV, and try to catch up on some of the sleep that he’d been missing out on if he could.

He told me that when he had woke up that Saturday morning he was somewhat surprised that he had been able to sleep until almost ten o’clock and he had just laid there, listening to a lawn mower running somewhere off in the distance, for several minutes before he had finally rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

Once he had finished his shower he had ambled out of the bathroom, still buck ass naked, and had been toweling himself off as he headed down the hall to the kitchen where he had started a pot of coffee brewing, then went back to the bedroom to get dressed.

At first he had considered putting on a pair of jeans but had quickly changed his mind, having decided that all he was going to be doing was lounging around the apartment he had opted simply for a pair of briefs, the terry cloth bath robe that his wife had given him for Valentines day and a pair of house slippers instead.

Although he had been somewhat reluctant to wear it when she had first bought it, because it was one of the short spa style robes and it didn’t go quite halfway down his thighs, but she had managed to convince him that it looked sexy on him, and he had gotten use to wearing it after a couple of weeks.

The coffee was ready by the time that he had gotten back to the kitchen so he poured himself a big mug full and sat it on the table. Then he had picked up several newspapers that were stacked at the end of the counter top that he hadn’t had time to read during the week and dropped them on the kitchen table.

Then he had sat down and burned a fatty before he had started reading the papers.

He spent the next couple of hours leisurely reading through the news papers while drinking his coffee and had only stopped reading a couple of times, just long enough to refill his coffee mug and burn a fatty, but had managed to read each of the papers, from front to back, by the time that he had emptied the coffee pot.

Needless to say that by that time he had had a really good buzz going from those joints. Then, just after noon a sudden rush of the munchies had finally gotten the best of him so he had raided the fridge, made a couple of sandwiches, and then pigged out.

Well, as any dope smoker worth their rope knows, after you toke you get buzzed, then once you’re all buzzed you suddenly get all fricking starved. They also know that when you eat after you’ve gotten buzzed real good you’re ready to catch a snooze or maybe even just crash for the night.

Unless, of course, you just happen to have someone handy who wants to get some serious fucking done, and then you can just ball your ass off, really hard, for a couple of hours…or longer if he’s a real stud.

But seeing as how he didn’t have a willing pussy handy right then it wasn’t long after he had finished pigging out when a bad case of the lazies had overtaken him and was ready to catch that snooze, so he had decided to take a short nap on the couch in the den.

He had told me later that it had seemed as though he had just fallen asleep good when the sound of someone banging on the sliding glass patio door at the back of the den had awakened him with a start.

“That’s just great” he had said all groggified, grumbling to no one in particular, and without giving any thought to the fact that I was the only one who ever banged on his patio door as he sat up on the edge of the couch, “my first nap in months and somebody’s disturbing me already.”

He told me that he had decided not to answer the door at all right at first and was just about to lay back down but that when I had banged on the door a second time he had realized that the noise was coming from the patio door and not the front door as he had first thought.

That was when it had first dawned on him that it was probably me who was doing the disturbing and he had changed his mind about not answering the door. He told me later that he had chuckled, to no one in particular, and said “one of these days I’m gonna have to fuck that girl when she comes over like that” as he had walked to the end of the sofa.

He laughed when he told me how he had tripped on his own feet just as he had stepped around the end of the couch and that he had been grumbling about that as he walked across the room but that his frustration at having just been awakened, and having stumbled so awkwardly, had quickly subsided when he had pulled the curtain back, and had seen me standing there.

I had felt myself starting to blush, profusely, when he had said “even though you had woke me up I was actually quite pleasantly surprised when I had pulled the curtain back and had seen that it was you standing at my door” looking at me lustfully as he added, “in all your radiant, youthful beauty.”

Anyway, when Mr. Tanner had first pulled that curtain back I had thought “Whoa!” when I had seen him standing there, on the other side of the door, in that hot little robe that he was wearing. My eyebrows had arched in surprise and I was standing there thinking “Oh yeah baby!” to myself.

Shit, it had taken me several seconds to recover from the sensual shock of seeing the object of my desires standing there in the doorway, looking as though he had actually been expecting me and was ready to just whisk me off to bed, and fuck me as soon as I walked through the door.

I had kind of gulped and said, “Hi Mr. Tanner” kinda timidly but with a cheerful smile on my face as soon as he had slid the patio door open and I had asked “how ya doing?” my voice cheerful, and filled with youthful exuberance.

But then when I had seen his face I had quickly realized that he had been sleeping and had I said “I’m so terribly sorry if I woke you” shyly. “I hadn’t realize that you might be sleeping” I said as I took a step back adding, “I’ll leave now so you can get back to your nap.”

I was kind of looking down and was just about to turn around to leave when I had heard him saying “Hi Wendy”, his voice still heavy with sleep, as he slid the door open a little wider adding “Oh no you don’t young lady” as he stepped back, “you‘ve already woke me up” giving me plenty of room to pass.

My heart had skipped a beat and I had felt a hot sexual flush course through my body when I thought that I had detected a certain amount of sexual inflection in the tone of his masculine voice when he had said “now that I’m awake you might as well stay” motioning for me to come on in as he added, “and visit with me awhile.”

“Besides” he added, motioning for me to step inside again “I’ve got the place to myself this weekend and we haven’t visited in ages.” “oh…” I said “I know” smiling seductively at him as I added, “I saw Ms. Diana leaving yesterday.”

“So come on in already” he said, leaving no doubt in my mind that he was actually glad to see me and was inviting me because he had wanted to visit with me.

“Nice robe” I said as I stepped past him giggling childishly. “Give me a minute and I’ll get changed Windy” he replied. “Oh no” I answered real quick, “I don’t mind” smiling at him shyly as I added “I think it’s kinda sexy looking on you Mr. Tanner.”

“Thanks” he laughed, somewhat nervously as he added, “that’s what Diana says too” sounding pleased with my compliment.

Then as he slid the patio door closed behind me he had asked “are you sure you don’t want me to change Wendy?”

“No” I answered. “I mean I will” he said, “if you’re uncomfortable with me being dressed like this…” “It’s OK Mr. Tanner” I replied, then said “I’m OK with it” giggling again as I casually looked him up and down adding “it makes you look kinda hott.”

“I really don’t mind at all” I said, moving slowly across the room giggling again as I added “that is if you don’t mind me staring at you” as I pointed at his bathrobe adding, “because I’ve never seen a man wearing a bathrobe that short before.”

I said, “Mom went out partying again” while walking ever so slowly across the den towards the stereo, twisting my ass as sensually as I possibly could without making it too obvious to Mr. Tanner that I was actually shaking it like that for his viewing pleasure adding, “and I know she wont be back for a couple of days either” trying to sound somewhat dejected as I spoke .

I was figuring that Mr. Tanner would, more than likely, have his eyes glued to my rump as I walked across the room, and that he would be allowing his orbs to feast on the movement of my buttocks as I walked…

I found out that I hadn’t been wrong when I had glanced back over my shoulder and saw that his eyes were indeed burning holes in the back pockets of my coochie cutters and that he was most definitely staring lustfully at my ass cheeks as I walked.

It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that Mr. Tanner had told me that he had almost told me to go away that day but that he had invited me in on a sexual impulse instead of telling me that he was napping and asking me to come back later.

He said that he had decided to invite me in because he was fairly certain that he could sense a smoldering, lustful, sexual heat emanating from me while I was standing there at the door talking to him and had figured that if he were lucky we just might wind up fucking.

Anyway, while we were reflecting back on what had happened that day Mr. Tanner had said, “for some odd reason I just had a real strong feeling that you had actually came over that day because you were ready to breed Wendy” a big lustful grin playing on his face, “and I hadn’t wanted it to appear as though I were being rude to you.”

“Besides” Mr. Tanner said, “I wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize my chances of being allowed the opportunity of getting better acquainted, sexually, with anything that such a luscious young creature, like yourself, might be willing to offer” with a smile of sexual satisfaction playing on his lips.

“Well” I replied, “seeing you in that robe and knowing that I had woke you from your nap had almost caused me to leave anyway.” Then I had giggled lustfully as I added, “and I probably would have too, IF I hadn’t been so hott for your body when I had came over that day.”

“Well” Mr. Tanner replied, “I’m glad that you stayed.” “Me too” I answered.

“I’ve never told you this before Wendy” Mr. Tanner said, “but I had been dying for a piece of that ass of yours for almost a year before I had finally gotten to fuck you.”

“I know” I replied, “and I’m sure glad that you finally got your wish too Tim.”

“How’d you know that I wanted to jump you girl?” he asked. “Because I’ve been watching you watch my ass for a long time” I replied, “and I’ve always tried to have it looking good for you and made sure that I was giving you all of the ass shots that I could whenever you were checking me out.”

Shit, I had found out, just over a year prior to our first sexual encounter, that Mr. Tanner liked to admire me from the rear…. When I had heard Ms. Diana bitching him out for checking my ass out, one day about a year ago, when she had seen him staring at my rump while I was barbequing in our backyard.

I’d seen Mr. Tanner in his back yard and had walked over and talked with him at the fence earlier that morning.

Then later in the afternoon I had noticed him standing just outside of his patio door when I had glanced over his way a couple of times so I had hurried inside and put on a pair of my cutoff jeans, that left nothing to the imagination in the rear, along with a cutoff T-shirt that just barely covered my tits, if I kept my arms down, and had gone back out side again.

Then when I had seen him at his back door again I had waved at him real friendly, showing him my tits in the process.

Anyway, Mr. Tanner had been standing just outside of his patio door and he must’ve really been burning my ass up, and doing some really serious rump gazing that day because it had sure sounded to me like Ms. Diana had suddenly gotten some kinda pissed of at him.

I had heard Ms. Diana kinda screaming “why don’t you take a fucking picture Tim?” at him from inside the den. He had turned towards the door like he was saying something back to her when she had screamed “then why don’t you just go on over there and grab the little nigger bitches ass?”

I don’t know what he had said back to her but I know that it had sure pissed her off even more than she had been to start with because I had heard her screaming “go ahead Tim…” back at him, “I know you want to fuck the little nigger bitch” and, “then go fuck her Tim.”

I can only guess as to what he had been saying back to her during all of that but that was when he had walked back in his apartment and closed the patio door.

I still don’t actually know if she had intended for me to hear her saying all of that or not…, but I was more than thankful to her that I had because that had confirmed something to me that I had been wondering about for the past year or so.

That jealous, screaming, tirade of Ms. Diana’s had made it quite evident, to me at least, that Mr. Tanner must’ve been at least somewhat interested in fucking my young ass way back then even though I hadn’t actually been, knowingly, going out of my way to entice him, sexually, or anything….

Oh fuck it, I’m lying like a dog there, shit I had not only been trying to catch that mans eye, but I had also been trying to convince that him that he ought to be fucking me for as long as he had been lusting for a piece of my ass.

Anyway, that little incident had really made my day because God knows I’d had a bad case of the fricking sexual hotts for that man for the past couple of years, well actually every since the first time that I’d seen him doing my mom in our apartment, and those hotts had steadily been getting hotter with every passing day too.

Anyway, back to the here and now of the story.

I know that I had already caught Mr. Tanner staring at my haunches, on several different occasions in the past, even though he had been trying not to be too obvious as he did.

The most recent of those occasions had been just about two weeks earlier when I had been out prancing around in our back yard in my new bikini, and I had been more than pleased to see that today had been no exception.

Anyway, having just caught him gazing lustfully at my ass and knowing for certain that his eyes were now fastened firmly on my ass, I had hesitated for several seconds, and really taken my time as I leaned over the stereo to turn it on.

Then I had just stood there, bent over, slowly wiggling my hot little ass back and forth from side to side, for his viewing pleasure, while I tuned in my favorite station and set the volume.

I said, “I didn’t have anything to do at home” as I had straightened up. Then as I had turned around to face him I had been pulling my shoulders way back to help accentuate my breasts as I had started walking back across the den towards Mr. Tanner, moving real slow, and I was paying particular attention to my posture as I did adding, “and I was getting bored stiff just hanging out at the house all by myself.”

I was kind of like taking two half steps forward and a baby step backwards, kind of dancing a little, and twisting my ass a lot, while moving my body, rhythmically, to the music as I slowly made my way back across the room towards where Mr. Tanner was sitting on the sofa.

I said, “I couldn’t think of anything to do at home by myself Mr. Tanner” with a slight pout on my lips.

I was totally enjoying myself right then too, watching the way that his eyes had started moving up and down my body, hungrily devoured it as they moved, ever so slowly, from my face, then down to my breasts where they lingered for a few moments before dropping to my hips, then running down the entire length of my legs all the way down to my feet before slowly working their way back up to my face, and then doing it all over again.

I could feel the sexual tension beginning to build in my body as I moved across the room towards him, and it took every ounce of will power that I had to contain myself and keep from just running over to where he was sitting and fucking attacking his ass.

I knew full well from the way Mr. Tanner was looking at me right then that I was quickly succeeding in my goal of lighting a lustful, sexual, fire in him, and that there was now a deep burning sexual lust for my body beginning to grow way down deep in his groin, just as there was an all consuming sexual lust for his body beginning to burn ever hotter deep in the pit of my belly.

I said, “but then when I remembered that you were gonna be home, all alone, all weekend too.” Then realizing that his eyes were resting firmly on my tits I had quickly pulled my shoulders way back.

Doing that had caused my tits to bounce up even higher as they had appeared to have gotten even tighter than they already were.

I couldn’t help but smile lustfully when I had seen Mr. Tanners eyebrows arch sensually in response to the movement of my tits. I had also sucked my stomach in, nice-n-tight, to flatten my belly out, again lifting my tits even more at the same time as I said, “so I decided to come over and see if you wanted to do anything with me” putting a whole lot of heavy emphasis on the words ‘you’, ‘do’, and ‘me’, and speaking as sensually as I could.

Anyway, I had seen the way that Mr. Tanner’s eyes had been following my every move as I pranced slowly, and as sensually as I could, around in the den, moving every muscle of my taunt, young body with as much sexuality as I could muster as I slowly, and deliberately worked my way back across the room to the stereo again.

Then having turned my ass to face Mr. Tanner again I was moving slowly and as sensuously as I could, when I had bent over and turned the volume of the stereo down some as I began to explain that my mom, and her latest boyfriend had decided that they needed a break….

A break from what God only knew because neither one of them ever fucking worked… but I explained that I knew that they were going to be out of town until at least Monday night and that I did so desperately want to have something to do while they were gone.

I looked at him saying “I was getting so bored” as I walked back towards him again, “that I thought I was gonna die of boredom.” “God” I said trying to sound as though I might be lost or something “I need someone to do something with me” stressing the words ‘someone’, ‘do’, and ‘me’ and putting a lot of emphasis on them too.

“But then” I said, “when I remembered that you were going to be stuck at home” trying to sound all childish as I added “all alone” then giggled childishly and added, “and by yourself I just knew that you might want some girl company for the rest of the day.”

If I had of been doing this type of flirting with any other man right then I’d of already had then believing that I was nineteen but I wasn’t even going to try that with Mr. Tanner because he already knew full well that I was only fourteen years old then.

I was also pretty sure that knowing my true age was probably the only reason that Mr. Tanner had never made any kind of sexual move on me.

But for some odd reason I was getting the distinct feeling that knowing my real age wasn’t making a rats ass worth of difference to him right at the moment.

It was like I could feel him struggling, with his higher moral self, to hold back and not just grab me, strip me naked, throw me to the floor, and then just fucking do me right then and there as he sat there on the sofa in front of me, not two feet away, obviously admiring my long straight black hair while gazing into my dark Emerald green eyes, and admiring the complexion of my face.

I knew that Mr. Tanner had always admired the complexion of my skin, which was that of a light to medium brown sugar, because he would tell me so at every opportunity and he had always referred to me as his little brown sugar anytime that we were alone.

As for myself, I knew that I was an extremely well developed young girl, especially considering my young age. I also realized that I looked way older than I actually was too, and I had quickly learned to take advantage of the fact that I looked much older than I actually was when it came to dealing with men.

I mean shit, not only did I look a lot older than what I actually was, but I had also learned how to act with a sexual maturity that was way ahead of my actual age anytime that I was around a man that I was interested in, sexually I mean.

I knew that Mr. Tanner had been watching my physical development, very closely, for the past couple of years and that he couldn’t help but notice how quickly I had been developing here of late.

Despite my extremely young age at the time my breasts had seemingly just magically sprouted out overnight and then they had ballooned out to an astounding 36 CC cup during the summer just prior to my thirteenth birthday which was also the summer that I became a woman.

My waist, at the time, had remained an amazingly small nineteen inches while my buttocks had rounded out real nice and plump, and my hips had grown to thirty-four inches.

Mr. Tanner had been away on some kind of job for over a month that summer and I could tell from the look of total sensual shock that I’d seen on his face when he’d gotten back into town that he had had no trouble in seeing that the onset of my womanhood had been rather sudden, and was progressing well ahead of what was considered to have been normal for a girl of my age.

I had always kind of felt that Mr. Tanner had been going well out of his way to insure that he and I had remained fast friends ever since I had been seven years old when my mother and I had moved into an apartment in the same building where he was living.

Well, that feeling had suddenly been multiplied by something like ten fold after he had gotten back into town and seen me for the first time summer.

I asked, “do you think I could have a beer Mr. Tanner?” trying to sound as grown up and as sensual as I could. I had no trouble in seeing the lustful look of sexual longing as it had quickly crossed his face when I had asked him for that beer.

Although he knew that my mom let me have a beer whenever I wanted one Mr. Tanner had hesitated for several moments before he had answered.

I knew that he had already noticed that my breath had the smell of beer on it because I had drank one just before I had left my house to help me get up enough nerve to come over and do what I had been wanting to do for quite some time now, and that was to offer myself to him sexually.

Anyway, it was like I could see the thoughts running through his head as he reasoned that because I had asked for it, and he knew that my mom let me drink at home it wouldn’t be like if he was going to be taking advantage of me by talking me into doing something that I had never done before or that he was trying to get me drunk so that he could fuck me or anything like that.

So after several seconds of deep thought he had asked, “how many have you had already young lady?” cautiously. I grinned sensually as I answered “just one Mr. Tanner.” “Mom ain’t gonna be getting back home till day after tomorrow” I said, “besides she wouldn’t care if I got drunk as a skunk.”

Then when I said, “just as long as there’s a six pack left in the fridge when she gets back that is” I had seen his facial expression soften and change as he decided to chance it, and had figured that it would be okay for me to have a beer, or two with him because even if I did get drunk I would have plenty of time to sleep it off before my mom got home.

When Mr. Tanner said, “OK Wendy” I had instantly thought, “Oh God Yes…” as he said “come on” and as we had started towards the kitchen I had felt a hot, sexual flush come over me as I thought “I’m gonna get fucked today.”

Mr. Tanner said, “grab a chair Wendy” as he went to the fridge, got out a couple of beers, brought them over to the table and gave me one.

Then we had just sat there for awhile, talking about a lot of nothing in particular, as we drank our beer, but we were having a good time doing it nonetheless, and I was having a wonderful time flirting with a married man that I now knew wanted to take me for sex just about as bad as I wanted him to take me.

To Be Continued…

♥ Wendy