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Isabelle, Teen Temptress
by J. J. Cure (address withheld)

***

A young teenage girl has desires for man next door. 
(M/f-teen, ped, 1st, rom)

***

Isabelle savored the wetness in her pants as her hand 
moved between her legs. Sexual fantasies were like a 
dark forest that she'd enter in the privacy of her 
imagination, to do things that were against the rules. 
Her parents had instructed her to wait until she was 
married, but this summer Isabelle decided that she'd 
waited long enough. After all, she was only three 
months away from her sixteenth birthday.

Isabelle was practical and realized that she didn't 
have eligible bachelors calling her up every day. She'd 
have to find a guy and start the seduction herself. 
Isabelle carefully considered several attractive 
prospects, all of which were much older than her. She 
wanted her first time to be with a man of experience. 

Isabelle decided that her best chance at success would 
be with the handsome man who had moved into the house 
next door. She wondered how he would react to a sexual 
advance from a young girl. Surely, a grown man living 
by himself would be lonely and in need of companionship 
from someone like her.

Isabelle fell asleep that night wondering how she'd be 
able to wiggle into her neighbor's life. She awoke in 
the morning with her hand between her parted legs and 
with a finger inside her cunt. She had dreamed of an 
encounter with her neighbor where he'd carried her into 
his bedroom and made love to her.

Isabelle got up and washed her long black hair and put 
on a simple outfit consisting of a blue shirt and white 
shorts. She rubbed her crotch and looked out her 
bedroom window at the house next door. Her bra and 
panty lay untouched in the dresser drawer.

Isabelle caught sight of him when he walked outside to 
pick up the morning newspaper from the driveway. She 
had to find an excuse to go over to his house. Her 
father was watching a baseball game on television and 
her mother sat beside him, fussing with her knitting. 
Isabelle took her soccer ball downstairs and bounced it 
on the floor at the entrance to the living room.

"I'm going outside for a while."

"Okay Isabelle, but please, don't play with that ball 
indoors," her mom said.

Isabelle jumped off the back porch and looked over the 
fence at her neighbor's house, where she caught a 
glimpse of him walking past a window. She kicked the 
soccer ball around her back yard, feeling the pull of 
her shorts on her pussy. Then, inspired by instinct, 
Isabelle took aim and delivered a forceful kick, which 
sent the ball soaring over the fence.

Isabelle giggled and ran down a tree-lined corridor 
between the two houses where she unlatched a never-used 
gate in the fence and passed into her neighbor's 
property. The chrome bumper on his convertible car 
reflected Isabelle's image as she walked across the 
driveway. She knocked on the door and heard the 
approaching footsteps from inside the house. When the 
door opened, Isabelle gulped and felt herself becoming 
wet.

"Hi, my name is Isabelle." She looked directly into his 
eyes and extended her arm to offer a handshake.

"I'm Conner - nice to meet you. What brings you over 
today?" He couldn't help glancing at the peaks made by 
her swollen nipples.

They shook hands with Isabelle's little fingers barely 
reaching around his palm. Conner recognized the 
disturbing young girl. He'd been watching her and 
fantasizing about her for several months. He gazed at 
her slender waist and the white shorts that fit so 
snugly between her legs.

"Sorry to bother you. I kicked my soccer ball into your 
back yard."

"Oh, I'll go get it for you."

Conner turned to walk through the house, which left 
Isabelle standing on the porch. He heard the sound of 
the door shutting and looked back to find Isabelle 
standing inside.

"I like how you've decorated your house."

A lump formed in Conner's throat. "I'm going outside to 
get your ball, I'll be right back."

Conner searched his garden and retrieved the soccer 
ball from underneath a rose bush. Upon returning he 
found Isabelle looking at a picture on the fireplace 
mantel. Her shorts pulled between the cheeks of her 
little ass. She looked so lovely with her long black 
hair hanging down her back.

"Who's this?" It was a picture of Conner and a girl.

Conner's voice cracked, "She was my girlfriend in 
college. We had plans to get married, but she developed 
cancer and died."

"That's sad, I'm so sorry."

Conner set the soccer ball on the floor beside 
Isabelle. He stood behind her and put his hands on her 
waist. Isabelle touched the tip of her finger to the 
face of the girl in the picture.

"She was pretty, do you still miss her?"

"Yes, I miss her every day."

Isabelle leaned back against Conner's chest. His hand 
moved over the front of her shorts and softly rubbed 
between her legs. She felt his lips kissing her neck.

Conner's hand disappeared inside the top of her shorts. 
Her wet pussy lips spread nectar over his fingers. She 
thought she had him, but then he drifted away. Isabelle 
cringed when he pulled his hand out of her shorts.

"I'm sorry Isabelle, I can't, it's not right." 

Isabelle set the picture back on the fireplace mantel 
and turned around to face him. She leaned back against 
a chair, with her black hair hanging below her elbows. 
Her pubic mound bulged insider her shorts.

"Conner, is there something wrong with me?"

He seemed frozen, except for his eyes, which roamed 
over her body the way she wished his hands would.

Isabelle stepped up to Conner, pulled down his zipper, 
and inserted her hand into his pants. She cupped his 
hairy testicles and pulled his cock into the open. 
Conner looked at the picture on the fireplace mantel 
and listened to the slurping of her young lips on his 
cock.

Conner pulled Isabelle's head away from his prick. Her 
lips were wet with saliva and a dab of jism bubbled on 
the end of his penis. She opened her mouth and bent 
down to engulf him again, but he pushed her backward, 
onto the couch, where she fell on a pillow. 

"Isabelle, we have to stop."

She looked vulnerable and hurt, lying there with her 
legs spread open before him. She was a just young girl, 
but her eyes burned with lust.

"Conner, do you really believe that she loved you?"

"I know she loved me."

"Would she want you to be happy?" Conner stared at 
Isabelle in silence.

"A girl can tell some things – I believe that you 
haven't been with a girl since she died."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"That's too young."

"For some girls, but not me."

Conner sat down on the couch beside Isabelle. Her mouth 
opened to receive his kiss. He unbuttoned her shirt and 
tormented her stiff nipples with a flicking tongue. 
Conner picked up Isabelle and carried her back to his 
room where he stood her in front of his bed. He slid 
her shorts down over her thighs.

Isabelle's mother and father nibbled from a bowl of red 
grapes as their daughter stepped out of her shorts.

"I don't believe this is happening," Conner said.

"Conner, she's gone forever, but if she could be here, 
she'd tell you to go on with your life. I'm alive 
Conner, start living again with me."

Isabelle unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants. 
She unbuttoned his shirt and stepped on her tiptoes to 
pull it over his shoulders. His cock filled out with a 
curvature and the red bulb on the end looked ready to 
pop as it bounced against her abdomen. 

Isabelle's father peeled a banana as his daughter took 
a cock into her hand and felt it stiffen.

Conner picked up Isabelle, laid her on the bed and 
pushed her knees apart, causing her pussy lips to 
flower open. Conner traced his finger along the edge of 
her inner labia before tantalizing her clitoris with 
the tip of his tongue. Isabelle pulled her knees back 
to her elbows and moaned, "Oh, oh," as Conner inserted 
his finger into her oozing, pink cunt. Her feminine 
bouquet stoked his passion beyond control.

"I'm going to fuck you."

Isabelle's mother had gone to the bathroom and was 
sitting on the toilet at the moment when a cock was 
being slid inside her daughter.

"Yes Conner, oh, you're so hard."

Conner probed and poked around inside the tight cunt of 
his young girlfriend. He had an inkling that this was 
her first time, so he stroked into her gently at first.

"Oh, oh," Isabelle moaned each time her lover's cock 
plunged into her.

Isabelle's eyes were glassy and dazed as she clawed at 
his back and thrust her hips toward him. She made a 
frenzied wail, "Ooohhhh, aaahhh," and almost seemed to 
lose consciousness as he held her in his arms.

"You like a big cock, don't you?"

"Oh yes, fuck me."

Isabelle felt Conner squeezing her more tightly. A 
shiver ran through him as he poked his cock deep inside 
her and held still. She heard him say, "I love you," at 
the same time that she felt his cock twitching in her 
cunt. Isabelle wrapped her arms and legs around her 
shuddering lover as he filled her with his seed.

Isabelle and Conner cuddled after their union, their 
sweaty bodies slithered together without shame or 
inhibition. A pillow had been knocked off the bed and 
now lay on the floor, next to Isabelle's shirt and 
shorts.

"I think your little breasts are the nicest that I've 
ever seen." 

"You're just saying that because I let you fuck me."

"No, I really mean it."

Conner helped Isabelle clean up and get dressed. On the 
way out of the bedroom they stopped and looked back at 
the dark circle on the bed, where his seed and her 
nectar had soaked into the sheet.

Conner and Isabelle hugged and kissed inside the front 
door where they had shaken hands about an hour ago. She 
felt him getting hard again as their bodies pressed 
together.

"My parents are going to the opera tomorrow night and 
I'll be home alone and bored."

"How would you like to spend the evening with me?"

"I'd like that." She stood on tiptoes and kissed Conner 
on the cheek before leaving.

Isabelle let the screen door slam as she entered her 
parent's house. Her mother and father didn't look up 
from the television as she skipped past the living 
room. Their fifteen-year-old daughter, freshly fucked 
and full of sperm, went upstairs to her room and took a 
nap. Her soccer ball lay on the floor beside the bed.

The End

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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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