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Hand That Rocks The Cradle
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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Not always easy for a middle-aged divorcee living next
door to a sexy young schoolgirl with a penchant for
leaving her drapes open at strategic moments. Keith
Leighton could take only so much. (M/F-teen, voy, 1st,
mast, rom)
***
"Can hardly back out now," Emeline told herself.
Just for a second she glanced across at her own bedroom
window, not twenty feet from where she now stood in her
neighbor's palatial suite across the way.
For his part, Keith Leighton remained seated in the
bedroom chair, gazing with unabashed lust at his soon-
to-be teenage conquest. Cognizant of the fact she was
now of legal age – after all, he had attended at the
behest of her parents, the girl's eighteenth birthday
party just a week earlier – he aimed to make at the
very least, a down-payment on the years of aggravated
tease he had endured watching her grow from a cutesy
pre-teen to the curvy young schoolgirl that now stood
across the room from him.
Dressed as she was in that short denim skirt teamed
with a simple though tight-fitting rose-colored top,
one could hardly be surprised were the man's thoughts
to be aired aloud. She had come here of her own
volition, dressed somewhat provocatively as usual. Slim
with shoulder-length curly brown hair, yet standing
only five-two, she would have appeared to any onlooker
to be no more than fifteen or sixteen.
Aware from an early age that her next-door neighbor
always seemed to be somewhere close-by when she was
outside playing, she began to see a pattern to his
activities as she moved into her teenage years. If she
was hanging clothes out, he would call out "Hi Emmy"
over the fence. Not infrequently, he would walk up to
the grocery store when she would be running errands for
her mom. Always the same breezy "Hi Em," or "How's
School?" She began to enjoy the attention.
Why he and his wife had no children of their own she
couldn't say but what was obvious, whenever any
opportunity came-up for him to talk to her, he would
seize the opportunity with considerable relish.
Moving into her mid-teens she sensed her neighbor's
interest in her developing body. More than once she
noticed him at the upstairs window when she was sunning
herself by the pool. Didn't take much in the way of
geometric application to figure out that in his case,
the angle of incidence between her swim-top and
cleavage was pretty much equal to the visible
hypotenuse down her rear cleft when she would bend over
to retrieve a towel. She made it a habit in fact
(whenever he was there at least) to thus accentuate if
not prolong any such body movement.
Keith himself was once even caught-out by his wife in
as compromising a position as may be envisaged. Seated
in his chair near the open window, staring down at the
young girl's barely-clad rear-end, he was jerking
himself to glory courtesy of both the visuals and his
own rampantly impure thought-processes, when his spouse
walked in.
"Keith Leighton!" she squealed in abject jealous rage.
"Are you spying on that little pre-teen hussy next door
again?" then, walking to the window as he feverishly
tried hiding the evidence of his indiscretion, she
stood there hands-on-hips. "I knew it – she's walking
round in just her bikini...and only fifteen years old
too – what's wrong with you Keith?"
It was less than eighteen months later that she left
him.
Three years on and Keith's fantasies had evolved big
time. No longer was he satisfied by the frequent
display of the girl's cleavage and a deal of orgasmic
solace brought on by imagining her in multiple
provocative poses in his own bedroom. Here was a man on
a mission. To put it succinctly, if not quite crudely –
he wanted his hands inside her panties!
Nor had Emeline reached her tender eighteen years
without some radically wayward hormonal input. From
sixteen onwards, she had orchestrated many a satisfied
moment in bed, imagining herself to be the submissive
plaything of her admittedly good-looking neighbor.
Simply the thought of him watching her through her
bedroom window dressing for school some mornings, made
her so hot she was still moist at recess. To ensure the
continuity of this particular fantasy, she had of late,
taken to leaving her bedroom curtains agape slightly,
so that any and all post-shower activities including
tugging up her panties and hooking her bra together
were fully visible to her favored voyeur. Had her
father known, he would either have spanked his daughter
senseless or set up a spy-cam on the far wall...perhaps
both!
Only two days earlier Keith had (for once accidentally)
run into the girl at the corner store and learned that
both her parents would be away for the weekend, having
to attend a relative's funeral unexpectedly. In a
moment of rash opportunistic enthusiasm he had then
asked the girl if she might like to come over for
dinner the following night. "We could maybe watch a
movie" he had offered as an afterthought.
Despite coming up with a blush of significant
proportions, Emeline had replied, "Oh, sure...why not?"
to which he had needed to grip the nearest display rack
for support. The die was most certainly cast!
All of which brings us back to the opening paragraph.
"Dinner" had been a fairly quiet little affair. Few
words beyond some idle chatter although both of them
sensed that the likelihood of a movie actually getting
played was on the remote side. Keith was finding it
difficult to drag his eyes away from the young girl's
breasts while Emeline's hands betrayed her extreme
nervousness.
"You know, I can see right into your bedroom
sweetheart," Keith mumbled in desperation.
"You want to come upstairs and see?"
In terms of a subtle verbal exchange, he may as well
have asked her to remove her skirt and top and go sit
on the fridge with her legs spread – it's pretty much
what he had in mind anyway! Breaking off eye contact
but nodding perceptibly she then followed him to the
staircase, allowing him to take her arm and lead her to
where they both had in mind to go.
"Did you leave those curtains open deliberately
Emeline?" he asked her quietly.
Still looking across at her home and fully aware he
would have been staring at her rearward figure, she
took her time answering.
"Sometimes," she giggled. "Why? Did you enjoy looking
at me?"
"I have to be honest Emmy – yes I did! Does that make
me a bad person?" he asked.
Once again, a brief hiatus ensued.
"Not really," she answered, turning around to face him.
"I did tease you!"
"You still are," he grinned.
"How's that?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Just by being here," he told her. "You must know how I
feel sweetie?"
She simply shrugged her shoulders.
"You're old enough to be my father," she muttered, a
sexy smile still hanging around that pretty mouth. "You
shouldn't be thinking like that about a schoolgirl!" If
she had been in possession of a lollipop right at that
moment she would have struck the appropriate pose.
He stared at her – quite at the end of his tether.
"Come here," he whispered.
She sidled over to him standing right in front of the
chair. Raising his hands he cupped both her rear
cheeks, behavior that in other circumstances would have
signified a degree of retaliatory action, if not some
sharp verbal admonishment. Emeline simply stood there.
The sensation of fondling the young girl's bottom
rendered him almost catatonic. In his wildest dreams,
nothing could have felt this sexy. That she was just
standing there letting him – was more than he dared
hope.
So far as Emeline was concerned, to have what amounted
to a middle-age man patting and feeling her backside
was something of a major arousal factor. Never having
had even a boy touch her intimately, this was totally
new territory and one she intended to explore further.
Sliding both hands up the back of her skirt however
brought forth a soft cry of surprise.
"You really shouldn't be doing this Mr. Leighton," she
muttered, yet making no move to retreat.
Direct contact with the girl's panties, the gentle
curvature of her bottom, the warmth of her body, all
contributed to his burgeoning desire. Given her close
proximity now, the girl's breasts jutted but inches
above seated eye-level. What he would have given to be
able to suck them right at that moment.
Emeline was breathing hard. She could hardly believe
she was allowing this man to molest her like this and
yet her body was dictating the pace. She was prepared
to go farther she knew!
"Would you sit on my lap Em?" he asked softly, with
little hope of her acquiescence.
With no thoughts of the possible consequences, she
turned and sat down demurely on his knee – always
assuming it's possible for a hot teenage girl to sit on
a forty-plus year old man's knee demurely! We might
need to hold an open debate on that one!
The bad news from Keith Leighton's point of view is
that this took immediate care of his rear-end fondling
activities whilst the good news is that he now found
himself staring directly over her shoulder and down the
sexiest cleavage one could hope to espy in three
lifetimes.
Whatever Emeline was expecting next in the way of
illicit bodily treatment, being kissed softly on the
side of her neck was not on the agenda. The gentlest of
"Ohhs" coincided with several ripples of pleasure
making their way past her collarbone and on to areas of
her body that might best be described as "interesting."
Unable to prevent a gentle squirm, she thought she
could feel something that might be considered a work-
in-progress beneath her bottom suddenly. "Surely not
already?" she thought to herself.
Spare a thought for poor old Keith though. There he was
sitting in his bedroom, nothing much to think about
except the one hundred and fifteen pounds of sexy
schoolgirl perched on his lap. A face-full of fragrant
hair addling his senses, a handful of semi-exposed
teenage breasts within reach, one curvy little rear-end
beneath that mini-skirt, massaging his procreative
equipment and the girl's parents some three-eighty
miles distant! What the Hell else could he do but get
happy down there?
Tentatively he reached up and cupped her left breast.
His brain turned to mush! What purpose in winning
Powerball when you could have this instead? he figured.
The girl let out a little squeal and the obligatory
"nooo" but this was soon rendered obsolete by virtue of
his other hand enclosing her right breast additionally.
Fondling both of course had a dramatic effect on the
playing field, since his gentle squeezing was causing
both breasts to bulge prominently out of her bra and
into his peripheral line of vision. Her increased
respiratory rate simply upped the ante.
Emeline could but stare down her own smooth cleavage.
Aroused and embarrassed in equal measure, her body was
reacting to stimuli it had never known but had long
since wanted to know. She decided to lie back and enjoy
it. Turning her head slightly she was neither surprised
nor affronted when her partner of more than twice her
age, inclined his head and kissed her full on the lips.
Whatever message that sent to the rest of her body,
restraint certainly wasn't embedded in the text.
Keith was a man on a mission; though spreading the word
in the bowels of Africa was not to be found in his
immediate itinerary. Travelling was though – all the
way from her upper chest to the hem of that hot little
mini-skirt. Before the girl could even muster the
breath to yell out "Daddy, where are you?" he had
slipped his left hand up where he shouldn't, and was
even now tugging at her hemline to reveal a
particularly sexy pair of light orange panties curving
down between her legs.
At this she gasped, spluttered and made a really
impressive show of trying to drag free his arm. Not too
good mind – the last thing she wanted at this stage was
to bring about his total surrender – just a warning
shot across the bows was her game plan.
Keith was not to be denied though and at the point his
fingers made contact with the front of her panties – at
quite the naughtiest port of disembarkation if one is
to be a realist, her resistance faded into the ether.
Any keen observer might even have detected the subtle
parting further of her slim legs. Nothing that might
cause one to broadcast aloud "Holy Hell – what a slut,"
but just enough to maintain interest you might say.
Beginning now to rub the girl's vaginal area through
the silky material, Keith's mouth was as dry as the
Utah salt flats whilst Emeline's eyes were closed and
her hips beginning to wriggle with enforced pleasure.
"Don't put your hand inside my panties," she murmured,
just on the off-chance he hadn't planned to.
For a while he had no need to cross that particular
bridge. The pressure of his fingers alone on that
virginal if not vertical chasm running due south, was
sufficient to have the girl sighing with contentment.
More than once he detected her thrusting noticeably
upwards with her hips, to avail herself of whatever
frictional delights were on offer.
"I want you to cum Emmy," he whispered, nuzzling her
neck as he did so. Then in defiance of her words, he
slipped his hand beneath the waistline of her panties,
parting her hitherto unexplored pubic curls, his middle
finger slipping effortlessly into that incalculably hot
crevasse beyond. So shocked was the teenager, yet so
far down the slipway in terms of sheer arousal, all she
could do was part her legs yet wider and place one
small hand atop her own panties as he began to
penetrate her digitally.
A virgin as yet, access was something less than full-
screen, still he knew what he was doing and after a few
minutes – she did too! Completely unlike anything she
had brought off herself, the orgasm radiated outwards
from her pussy in concentric circles. Her whole being
shook with its tidal progress, her mouth open in silent
ecstasy even before her nipples began tingling as the
nerve endings transmitted their message of good will to
all parts of the body.
For all of two minutes no one uttered a word. Etiquette
was responsible for Keith withdrawing his hand from
between the girl's legs and assuming a more modest
location linked up with its compatriot around Emeline's
waist. It was fully a minute before she even tugged her
skirt back down, thus covering both her panties and the
recently occupied crime-zone.
"I can't believe I let you do that," she whispered
finally.
"Me either," he replied. "Did it feel good sweetheart?"
Now that did bring a fully-fledged blush to her cheeks.
Rather than commit herself, she simply nodded. He
wanted right then to cup her breasts again but thought
better of it.
"What would you say Emmy if I asked you to take your
skirt and top off for me?" He knew he was skirting the
edge of likely resistance now... "Just here in the
bedroom – I only want to look at you sweetie."
Not wishing to be regarded as wholly promiscuous, yet
aroused herself way past the point of provocative
tease, she disengaged herself from his knee and crossed
to the bay window.
"So... you want me to walk around in just my panties
and bra for you, right? Nothing else?"
He would have promised her anything at this stage. "Of
course honey, that's all!" he told her.
Standing just to the left of the ornate drapes she
looked back at him for a moment. He felt like he was
waiting for the video ref to adjudicate on a vital
point that might decide the outcome of the match.
With anything but self-assured deliberation, she
kicked-off her shoes then reached around and slowly
pulled down the zipper on her skirt. It was a sight he
would treasure the rest of his life. Wriggling her hips
delicately, the item fell to the ground as she stepped
out of it. Not that he was watching, his eyes now
riveted on her panties or more precisely, that darkened
triangular area clearly visible through the sheer
material.
With a growing confidence and fully aware suddenly just
what power a teenage girl's body has in the presence of
the male desperate, she took hold of her top with both
hands and raised it slowly over her head, knowing of
course that her neighbor had probably observed her
doing exactly this on nights past when she was getting
ready for bed.
Transfixed as the young girl's sexy breasts were
momentarily highlighted inside their matching orange
protector as she lifted her arms, the man felt an
intense marshalling of resources between his own legs.
This was hardly a sight for sane eyes, he knew.
Thus clad in just her underwear now, Emeline stood
there with her arms covering up her chest in time-
honored fashion.
"Turn round honey," he pleaded.
Her compliance stripped away perhaps the last shred of
his sanity. Looking as he was now on that provocative
semi-undressed young female, sculptured rear-end clad
only in those tight figure-hugging panties, flared hips
that blended upwards into the curviest of figures. He
could so easily have raped her silly and been happy
with the twenty-year sentence.
She could feel his lust emanating outwards in waves.
Trouble is, it didn't bother her.
"Take your bra off baby," he whispered, "Please!"
She wanted to do it... even before he asked.
Reaching behind her, she located the clasp and the bra
was on its way to join the other accoutrements on the
floor. He had no need to ask – she turned around to
face him, both hands at her sides.
If his mouth was dry before, it was now a case of major
dehydration. Staring fixedly at her beautifully
developed breasts – though still to reach their full
volumetric potential – he could but watch as she
brought both hands up to her chest and began idly
fondling herself, teasing him unmercifully by gently
pulling on both nipples, the resulting effect of which
was lost on neither of them.
Probably unaware that in her sexually enlightened
condition she was uttering now the occasional sounds
herself, the spell was broken only by Keith's sudden
child-like utterance, "Let me take your panties off
Emmy. I have to see you naked."
She neither answered nor rebuked him – simply walked
towards his chair slowly.
As if mesmerized herself, she just stood there arms at
her side, watching almost dispassionately as he raised
his hands to the waistband of her panties before
tugging them slowly below knee level towards her
ankles. As her pussy was exposed, she gave a soft cry
but stood her ground, stepping out of her panties now
totally naked.
Just what Keith Leighton's peristaltic rate was at that
second is anyone's guess. Reduced to gulping air to
stay conscious, he meekly asked the girl if she would
walk around the room for him.
For some reason quite at ease in his presence and
reveling in the effect her nakedness was having on him,
she walked to the far wall and back, fully aware that
even such limited activity was causing her breasts and
nipples to bounce in time with her stride. It wasn't
something Keith had overlooked either! Obviously with a
plan to fully disable his emotional gyroscope, she
paused near the double bed, bending over sufficiently
so that not only her elbows were resting on the
coverlet, but her hot little bottom was now taking
center-stage in terms of provocative tease.
Uncaring that his erection at this stage was an
unmissable viewing option even to an octogenarian with
bi-focals, he stood up and crossed the carpet to where
Miss Sexy-Cheeks was strutting her possessions better
than might Paris Hilton on to her fourth Vodka chaser.
A new sensory delight awaited them both.
He had never really thought about spanking a teenage
girl before and most certainly not a naked one. Let's
face it – who ever gets the chance to do so anyway?
From Emeline's viewpoint this was likewise, a scenario
quite unimagined, even in some of her hottest and least
publishable fantasies. That said, she let out quite a
sizeable yelp as his hand impacted quite decisively
across her curvy rear end. Truth is, she enjoyed the
experience quite as much as her debauched neighbor and
despite some minor procrastination, she maintained her
submissive stance right through the next half a dozen
spanks. The sight of her reddening tail quite tickled
his fancy. It was so deliciously naughty!
Speaking of tickling, it cannot be underestimated just
how inviting the view is of a girl bent over a bed with
her legs slightly apart, as Emeline was right that
second. Should she be thus endowed with a light dusting
of sexy brown pubic hair, this aspect becomes highly
arousing in the short term. Keith was highly aroused
already, so this merely tipped his hormones into hyper
drive. Pulling up from his seventh spank he thrust a
hand up between the girl's legs and needing little in
the way of an exploratory, located and penetrated her
vagina with his middle finger. So well lubricated was
she, the situation had promise.
"Ohhh!" she cried in shocked disbelief, "That's
naughty, Mr. Leighton," she giggled. "And it's not nice
to spank young girls either you know," she added with
precious little credibility in her voice.
"Call me Keith would you please Emmy?" he sounded hurt.
"As for my not being nice, how many teenage girls do
you think tease their neighbors stupid by bending over
a bed naked and wriggling their tushy in his face? Not
too many I'm guessing!"
"Well I can always get dressed and go home," she
teased, pulling his finger out as she turned around to
face her tormentor.
"Like Hell you are," he responded, pushing her
backwards so that she fell on to her back on the
coverlet. In that instant, both knew where this had
always been leading.
"Are you going to rape me?" she asked, more enquiringly
than with any degree of concern.
"If you want to leave now Emmy – you are perfectly free
to pick your clothes up, go get dressed and hi-tail it
back to your home. If you choose to stay though, you've
got me so damn hot, I think I'm going to fuck you silly
– probably all night."
"I'm still a virgin," she whispered, looking up at him
with genuine consternation.
"Then I guess the question is young lady, do you want
to stay one?"
Less than ten seconds passed before she shook her head
slowly.
"Before I do anything Emmy," he whispered with what she
knew to be genuine sincerity, "I just want you to know
that watching you grow up from a little girl, through
your pre-teens right up to the beautiful young lady you
are today, I quite lost my heart to you. I know the age
difference means nothing can ever come of it, but I
love you Em, I always have. If you do this with me
tonight, I want you to know it means more to me than
you can probably understand. I want you because you're
you, not just because you are such a sexy and desirable
young girl....mind you, that does help!" he grinned.
Unsure just how to reply to his words, those pretty
blue eyes betrayed her feelings at the point two tears
rolled down either cheek. Raising her arms to him she
pulled him closer. The ensuing kiss he bestowed on
those full lips of hers, made up for a heap of
inconsequential dialogue.
Needing to somewhat balance things up clothes-wise, he
shucked off his pants and shirt, kneeling beside the
prostrate girl in just his boxer shorts. She could
hardly fail to notice the coiled serpent within and
despite his many years experience in such matters; he
felt a little shy in fully disrobing in front of her.
As it happened, the girl's curiosity proved to be a
valuable catalyst in the game at hand. Shyly but with
committed intent, she thrust her small hand inside his
undies whereupon she took a firm hold of his engorged
and long-suffering tool of trade. This time the man
gasped audibly.
"God Emmy," he muttered, "Talk about keen to test the
merchandise."
"Will this hurt?" she asked softly, still caressing
him.
"Not if we're careful baby." He answered. "You're
eighteen now and well I guess you've been doing stuff
yourself? Right?" She blushed but nodded.
"Yeah well, your hymen is probably pretty stretched
now...it shouldn't be a problem," he added with what
appeared to be a degree of knowledgeable conviction.
She allowed him to part her legs which excited her
unbearably even though she knew he was staring, as
would any man, at her most private of bodily orifices.
He then slipped a pillow beneath her hips and navigated
his way between her legs, holding his erection now in
front of him. She gasped as he placed the head at her
vaginal entrance that she knew was so wet and
expectant.
As luck would have it, she felt virtually no pain as he
pushed into her on the third attempt. That isn't to say
though that she felt nothing overall however. The
sensation of his hardness penetrating her to the depths
caused her to cry out in real-time ecstasy. This was
pleasure with a capital P, Fucking with a capital F,
the onset of sexual freedom.
She was most assuredly staying the night let's say!
To be continued...
© Peter_Pan 2008
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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