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My Neighbor Peg
by Jim Fix (jimfix@earthlink.net)
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A pre-teen boy is attracted to a pretty neighbor lady
and enjoys the affection that she gives that is missing
at home. Their relationship grows until one day...
(F/b, ped, 1st)
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I was the oldest in a family situation that was unique
to families of the WWII era. There were four of us but
I was seven years older than my next youngest brother.
My three younger brothers were born after the war and I
happened earlier before my father left for military
service during the war. I was a toddler when he left
and a big kid when he returned, we never did connect as
father and son.
I can't say that my parents didn't love me for they
always were there to give me a word of encouragement
when I needed it and they certainly were there to put
me on the straight and narrow when I needed discipline.
The younger boys were all close in age and used up most
of mom and dad's energy sorting out their disputes.
They were a little offhand when it came to me. I was
mostly left to my own devices and grew up a loner.
I was eight when new neighbors moved in next door. In
our small town anything out of the ordinary was an
event and mom offered her help with the moving as a way
to introduce herself and be a good neighbor. She even
made sandwiches for their lunch and invited them to our
house for dinner.
The husband was several years older than his wife who
was barely nineteen. He had met and married her after
returning from the war. I never paid him much attention
but his wife was interesting. Her name was Peggy and
everyone called her Peg. She was a tiny woman, barely
five feet two, and had beautiful chestnut colored hair
that tumbled down her back.
As the weeks went by our new neighbors settled in to
their new home. Peg and mom became friendly having
morning coffee together or just gossiping across the
fence between our backyards. Peg always had a kind word
and a warm smile for me.
Peg's husband had a job that required him to travel and
he was often gone for several days at a time;
occasionally for as much as a week or two. She filled
her time with gardening among other things and I loved
to watch her work in her yard. I would climb over the
fence and spend hours watching her work and listen as
she explained what she was doing. It wasn't long until
Peg and I became fast friends.
Mom was pregnant again and miserable in the summer
heat. When she found that Peg welcomed my visits she
more or less approved out of relief. I began to spend
more time at Peggy's house during the days than I did
at my own. The summer progressed, mom progressed, and I
had a second baby brother.
When school started I would visit Peg after school. We
would talk about what I had studied that day and what
ever other subject came to mind. Sometimes she would
help me with my homework. This was before TV became a
common appliance in the home and keeping company with
your neighbors was just another form of entertainment.
This continued throughout the school year.
After the Christmas break I came home from school and
decided to visit Peg. When I went inside I found her
crying as she sat at the kitchen table. I had never
seen her unhappy before and for a moment I was at a
loss for something to do. Hugs always felt good so I
went to her and put my arms around her and gave her a
hug. She hugged me back so tight it scared me and broke
out into big sobs as she rested her head on my
shoulder. I stood beside her this way for a long time;
the little boy comforting the adult woman.
When her crying subsided she took me on her lap and
held me close. After a while she told me the awful news
the doctor had given her. She was unable to have
children. She poured out her misery to me and not
knowing anything else to do I sat still and listened
until she ran out of things to say.
When the silence stretched too long I searched my mind
for something to say to her. The only thing I could
think to say was that I could be her little boy. When
she realized what I had said she gave me another of her
ferocious hugs and began to cry all over again. When
she got her emotions under control she hugged me close
and kissed me all over my face. An eight year old going
on nine doesn't like to be kissed much but this time it
seemed right and I returned her kisses with enthusiasm.
Peg told me that she would love to have me as her
little boy but it would have to remain our little
secret. I wouldn't want to hurt my parent's feelings
would I? I agreed and we exchanged kisses to seal the
bargain.
From that day our relationship became more physical.
Peg would hug and kiss me when we were alone and not
getting a lot of physical affection at home I responded
in kind. My relationship with my parents became more
distant but caught up in their busy lives with two
young brats to look after they never noticed.
Peg's husband began to spend more time away from home
and their marriage seemed to have drifted to a marriage
of convenience. Peg showered her affection on me as a
result. I knew she wasn't my mom but she was the person
I was closest to emotionally and physically.
The summer I was nine was memorable for the advent of
TV. We had all been accustomed to listening to the
radio but now we could get pictures in our living
rooms. Within weeks it seemed that everyone had a TV
set in their house. I couldn't enjoy TV with my noisy
family so I would go to Peg's and watch with her if her
husband was out of town.
One night we fell asleep on the sofa in front of the TV
and didn't wake up until midnight. I went quietly home
and went to bed. The next morning I explained my late
night return and every one got a laugh. TV had changed
us, it was acceptable for a boy of nine to return home
at midnight if he had been watching TV!
Peg and I would sit on the sofa beside each other and
watch TV together. Most of the time she would put her
arm around me and hug me close to her side. If I became
tired she would lay my head in her lap and let me doze
off. It was an intimate routine that we both enjoyed. I
was secretly her "Little Boy" and I loved our closeness
and warmth.
One night I dozed off in her lap and when I woke up I
noticed that one of her breasts had escaped from her
robe. She was sleeping quietly with her head lying on
the back of the sofa. Her nipple was almost close
enough to brush my face. I lay there staring at her
pretty soft breast with the puckered pink nipple and
wondered what it would be like to suck it like a baby.
There was nothing sexual about my thoughts then, I just
wanted to take her nipple in my mouth and suck it.
After a few minutes I could resist temptation no longer
and moved my head until I had her warm breast against
my face. She made no move so I took her nipple in my
mouth and began to gently suck it. Peggy cradled my
head in her arms and held me close. She wasn't awake
yet and this was just a reflex but later when she did
wake up she smiled down at me and told me how good I
made her feel. I continued until my mouth became tired
and then stopped. Peg put her breast back inside her
robe and we continued to watch TV as if nothing had
happened.
This became a ritual on the nights we would watch TV
together. I would put one breast in my mouth and fondle
the other with my hand. After a while I would change
off so that both got equal attention.
About this time our kisses became a lot more intimate.
Peg taught me to kiss with my mouth open and how to use
my tongue when we kissed. Our intimacy stayed at this
point for a long time. Some nights we would indulge in
our little game and others we would just watch TV and
be together. I knew which evenings were which for on
the intimate nights she wore her bathrobe.
My little penis would get very hard as I worked away at
her breasts and there was little I could do for it
except play with it when I was alone in bed or the
bathroom. I was still too young to have an orgasm but
still it felt good. I had a pretty good idea of how the
mechanics of sex worked from talk in the school yard
but I hadn't connected what Peg and I were doing with
sex quite yet.
One evening I was kissing and fondling her breasts when
she noticed the bump in my jeans. She put her hand on
my thigh and moved upward until she cupped the bump my
erection made in her hand. I could feel the warmth of
her hand through my jeans and shorts and it drove me
wild. She just laughed and started to massage me
through my jeans.
After that evening, even with my nine year old
understanding, I knew where this had to lead. My only
questions were how soon and how far would she go.
It would be a while until I would be able to find out
for her husband came back from a business trip and
spent a couple of weeks at home. I only got to talk
with her a couple of times over the back fence and she
never mentioned our last evening together. We just
talked about inconsequential things as we usually did
in public. I rarely visited her when her husband was
home and now I was on pins and needles waiting for him
to leave again.
In the privacy of my room I examined my small member
and wondered how I could satisfy a grown woman with it.
I had seen how big my father's was and knew that I had
a lot of growing to do before I was that large. My
concept of sex was climb on top, put it in, and pump
away. I didn't know how much I had to learn and how
long before I would be able to learn it all.
Finally one day I came home from school and her
husband's car was gone from the driveway. If he didn't
return by five-thirty I knew he was probably out of
town. I rushed into my house and up to my room. I
worked furiously on my homework hoping to have it done
early. Peg was a stickler about homework. She would
send me home if I hadn't finished all of it before I
came over to visit and I didn't dare lie to her for she
even asked my mom about my grades. Lately I had quite
an incentive to do homework and get good grades.
I could see her driveway from my window and when five-
thirty came and went I was ecstatic, her driveway was
empty. I managed to finish all the assignments by
dinner and hurried downstairs to join the family.
Dinner seemed to take forever but I suffered through it
and managed to excuse myself without causing a problem.
I hurried next door to see Peg.
When she answered the door I was crestfallen, she
wasn't wearing a robe. After closing the door behind me
she gave me a big hug and kiss. She invited me to the
kitchen where we had a hot chocolate and talked away
two weeks of separation. I was happy just to be in her
presence again.
She surprised me and asked me if I would like to go to
the movies with her. I agreed and she called my mother
and asked for her permission. Peg told mom that
sometimes people bothered her when she went alone and
my presence would keep them away. Mom gave her an OK
and we set out for the theater.
After the movie we walked home in the darkness and Peg
began to talk about our last evening together. She
asked me if I ever told my family what we did at her
house. I reminded her that I was her secret little boy
and never told anything we did. I only told my parents
that we watched TV or just talked. Peg asked me what I
thought about our intimate evenings together and I told
her that I enjoyed being with her and whatever we did
together.
We walked in silence for a block or two before she said
anything more and when she did it wasn't what I wanted
to hear. She said we would have to stop some of the
things we had been doing, that they could only lead to
trouble. Reluctantly I agreed with her and she heard
the disappointment in my voice. She gave me a quick hug
and we continued on home.
As we parted in front of our houses she asked me if I
would be over to see her after dinner the next day and
I told her I would.
When I went into my house my dad teased me about dating
married women and my mom said she thought it was nice
for me to go with Peg to the movies. Dad said he wished
he could be nine again and get to spend evenings with a
pretty young wife alone. Mom laughed at dad and
reminded him that Peg couldn't have children. Peg was
using me as a surrogate; whatever that meant. Dad had
to agree that I was well behaved and stayed out of
trouble. I went to bed and left them in front of the
TV.
The next day was Friday and when I got home from school
I finished my weekend homework long before dinner. I
went out back and found Peg working in her backyard
getting her garden ready for winter. I went over and
helped as much as I could until dinnertime. After
dinner I went over for a visit and we sat and watched
TV.
We sat on the sofa side by side as we always did and
after a while I lay my head in her lap and watched the
show sideways. After about thirty minutes Peg asked me
if I could keep a secret. I said I could, hadn't I kept
our secret since that afternoon I found her crying? She
explained to me that what we had been doing could get
us in a lot of trouble if anyone found out and I must
not ever tell anyone.
All I wanted was to continue with our private games and
I figured if I promised her to keep silent we could
start again. I gave her my promise and she gave me a
big kiss without a tongue.
We watched TV a while longer until it was time for me
to go home. I was disappointed at how the evening
turned out but still happy to be with Peg. That night I
dreamed of breasts and nipples.
Family activities took up most of the weekend until
Sunday afternoon when I was able to get away. We spent
the afternoon talking and watching TV while sitting on
the sofa as usual. I got a little sleepy and she put my
head in her lap and let me take a nap.
When I woke up she was watching me and not the TV. She
smiled, said something that sounded like why the hell
not, and bent over and gave me a big open mouthed kiss
with lots of tongue. When she came up for air she told
me that she had missed our little games as much as I
had and if I could keep quiet we could continue. She
unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra. I needed
no encouragement for what I was to do.
I felt her hand working at the zipper in my fly and in
a few seconds my little penis was free and standing
tall. I almost forgot to continue my end of the bargain
as she played with my little soldier as she called it.
We were just getting to the good part when the phone
rang and put a stop to our fun. It was my mom calling
me to dinner. Peg gave me a kiss and a hug as I left.
After dinner the house got noisy and I asked if I could
go over to Peg's house and watch TV. I think I got a
nod from dad and I beat a hasty retreat. When I walked
in Peg's door I got the first shock of the evening. She
was in her robe and it wasn't fastened. When she
reached out to hug me it fell open and I got my first
sight of a naked woman. I stood rooted to the spot with
my mouth open unable to say a word.
She stepped back to give me a good look and asked me if
I liked what I saw. I think my expression said it all.
She undressed me and so began my education. She dropped
her robe and we stood in the middle of the living room
in an embrace that I wanted to last forever. I had
never been skin to skin with anyone and her warm silky
softness was like nothing I had ever felt before.
My little soldier was standing up and pressed against
her hairy triangle. I could feel the coarse wiry hair
rub against his sensitive head. Peg pressed even
tighter against me when she felt my throbbing little
member press against her.
She led me to the sofa and after we sat down she took
my hand and introduced my fingers to that mysterious
patch of hair between her legs. I began to explore the
warm, moist slipperiness I found there.
When I found the opening to her sex I pushed my fingers
inside as deep as they would go and explored some more.
This was exciting and my little soldier stood at a
rigid attention.
After a few minutes Peg took my hand and showed me how
to massage the little bump at the top of her slit.
After a few false starts she taught me how to do it
right and soon she was moving her hips back and forth
in rhythm with my hand movements.
She began to make little animal noises and groans and
moved her hips violently back and forth, not knowing
what else to do I continued to massage her now very wet
sex with my fingers. After a particularly savage series
of hip thrusts Peg fell limp on the sofa and just lay
still.
After a moment she grabbed me and hugged me close and
told me how good I had made her feel. As we lay on the
sofa I wondered when I would get to do my part. If the
school yard gossip was correct I was supposed to put my
little soldier inside her sex. Getting bolder I rolled
on top of Peg's reclining body and pressed my erection
against her, between her legs. Peg laughed and observed
that I had been left out.
She had me lay on the floor on my back and kneeled
astride me. She took me in her hand and guided me as
she slid down on all three inches of my erect shaft.
The sensations I felt were indescribably wonderful. I
was enveloped in a warm slippery sheath that gripped my
little soldier with occasional little spasms. He would
throb with my heartbeat and Peg would respond with a
contraction around him.
She just sat there for a minute or two letting me enjoy
all the new sensations. This was heaven and I didn't
think things could get better but I was in for a
surprise.
After a little while Peg began to rock back and forth
grinding her vagina against me. My penis slid in and
out of his warm prison with each stroke of her grinding
hips. Her movements grew faster in tempo and after a
while I began to feel a tickling sensation in the head
of my penis.
The tickling grew in intensity until the whole universe
was centered around my tiny member buried in Peg's warm
soft body. I thought I couldn't stand any more and
began to involuntarily make noises just like Peg had
done earlier.
Suddenly the whole sensation subsided and I felt
release and contentment like nothing I had ever
experienced in my life before. I could feel strong
contractions inside Peg's sex and with a little moan
she collapsed on top of me.
We lay locked together trying to come back from a far
place. Peg showered kisses all over my face and at my
tender age I learned why adults liked to kiss so much.
With my little soldier inside Peg's nether parts it was
like completing an electrical circuit when we kissed
and explored with our tongues.
We lay this way for many minutes just enjoying the
afterglow until a particularly strong contraction spit
me out into the cold. Peg slid off top of me and when I
looked at my limp penis it was wet with a shiny coat of
moisture from inside Peg's heavenly body.
Peg noticed the time and we had to hurry or I would be
late getting home. She took me to the bathroom and
wiped all the traces of our lovemaking from my body.
When she finished wiping my little soldier she kissed
him on the head and pulled him in her mouth. I was
surprised but didn't want her to stop, that felt good.
That preview was all I was to get. She stood up and
hustled me back to the living room where I hurriedly
dressed and then rushed home.
That night in bed I relived the evening over and over
until I fell asleep. The next morning I hurried off to
school and it seemed like ages until the final bell. I
hurried home and did my homework in record time.
Minutes seemed like hours as I waited on dinner.
When finally I had eaten and excused myself I hurried
over to Peg's. She let me in and led me upstairs to the
guest room. She said that lovemaking should be in bed
and not on the floor of the living room. Later I would
agree with her completely.
We removed out clothes and climbed in bed together. The
soft cool sheets against my skin was almost as erotic
as her warm soft skin. We held each other and kissed
and explored. I found her breasts and took a nipple in
my mouth while my hand strayed to that warm place
between her legs. I stroked her little bump as she had
taught me the night before but before I could bring her
to orgasm she stopped me.
She reversed her position in bed and took my little
soldier in her mouth and began to do delicious things
to it with her mouth and tongue. Directly over my face
was her vagina gaped open from the position of her
legs.
In the dim light I began to explore it with my fingers
and pulled the lips apart to look inside. There were
soft folds of pink flesh and I could see the little
bump at the top of her cleft. It looked like a tiny
penis with a fold of pink on either side.
Peg told me to kiss it like she was kissing me. I was
hesitant at first for this didn't look like a place to
put your mouth but what the heck did I know. This was
all new to me. I extended my tongue and touched her
little bump with the tip and was rewarded with an
immediate reaction from Peg.
I grew bolder and explored every part of her vagina I
could reach with my tongue and found that I liked what
I was doing. After a few moments the raw marine taste
became pleasant and enjoyable.
Finally I concentrated on her little bump and found I
could suck it between my lips and massage it with my
tongue. Peg went absolutely over the edge when I did
this and I thought she was going to suck my penis out
by the roots.
I learned that I could telegraph what I enjoyed to Peg
with what I did to her and she could do the same for
me. When she reached orgasm she almost smothered me
with warm, moist, delicious flesh.
Afterward she climbed atop me and repeated our
lovemaking of the night before. I knew what to expect
this time and enjoyed it all the more. When she
orgasmed again we rolled over with me on top.
After a few minutes of soaking in that wonderful wet
place I began to pump in and out and continued until I
grew tired of the exercise. She laughed at me and told
me it would be a few years before I would be ready for
the "Missionary Position".
I could wait, I had my whole life in front of me.
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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