From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Candy The Next Door Neighbor's Daughter (Mff, ped) Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:08:30 GMT Candy The Next Door Neighbor's Daughter I can hardly control myself as I sit here thinking about my next door neighbor's daughter. Candy, like her 38 year old mother, Sara, is a strawberry blond. Candy, at thirteen, is a junior in high school at Brenau Prep School in Gainesville. This summer, Don, her Dad, won a two week sales incentive trip with his firm, they left Candy at home, asking my wife, Judy, and I to keep an eye on her. Sara, Judy, Don and I had gotten drunk about three weeks before and gone skinny dipping in their backyard pool one night. Although there was only innocent horseplay, I saw enough of Sara's 34-25-36 body that night to realize that having a daughter had not affected her figure at all. She had a gorgeous all-over tan that she said she got sunbathing nude by their pool. Her beautiful breasts had no sag whatsoever and her taught, flat stomach sat atop a small triangle of well-trimmed, brown pubic hair and her long sun-bronzed legs showed not the slightest ounce of fat. That brief glimpse of her mothers body made me only too happy to watch after Candy while they were away. Candy had made money during previous summers by babysitting for our two young children, but other jobs precluded that this summer. However, she did drop by often to invite our kids over to go swimming before she went to babysit each night. I was happy to note that she had filled out considerably since last summer. Her small bikini did nothing to hide her superb figure, made firm from years of ballet lessons. After Don and Sara left for their trip, I noticed a strange car at their house one evening while my wife and kids were out shopping. Wanting to insure Candy's safety, I decided to check it out. As I approached the car, I heard voices from the back yard. Creeping up to the fence, I peered over just in time to see a nude young girl dive from the diving board. It was a petite sixteen-year- old brunette named Pam that I recognized as a frequent visitor to their home. As Pam completed her dive and swam to the shallow end, I held my breath as Candy came out of the house carrying a tray of sandwiches and cokes. She was also nude and I could see right away that she had inherited her mother's beauty. Her pert, pointy little tits sat high on her chest. Her nipples were small in circumference but stuck out at least 3/4" from her brown areoles. Her pubic hair had been slightly trimmed for her bikini line. As she walked, her firm breasts did not move at all while her tight little bottom had the slightest wiggle. Just then her friend Pam came out of the pool to join her. In contrast to Candy's lithe petite figure, Pam was almost skinny by comparison. Whereas Candy's plump tits looked like little ripe peaches, Pam was almost flat- chested. However, her nipples protruded almost an inch above the brown portion sitting flatly on her chest. These small conical protrusions reminded me of a nipple on a baby bottle. Pam's hips and waist were also very small and her black pubic hair was very thick. As Pam joined Candy on the bean bag chairs, they both flopped down, giving me a quick glimpse of their clefts. As they chatted idly about their current boyfriends, I looked at their tits and fantasized about sucking each girl's nipples until they begged for more. As I eavesdropped on their conversation, (I heard Candy tell Pam that her boyfriend had really been pressuring her to go all the way. Apparently, he had been removing Candy's bra on each date for the past two weeks and fondling and kissing those tits that I was feasting my eyes on. During the last three dates, he had gotten his hand under her skirt and inside the legs of her panties to play with her cunt. However, he had been quite rough and aggressive and Cindy had made him stop each time. She told Pam that she was getting quite horny and wished that he would be more gentle and tender. Pam, in the meantime, was unconsciously stroking her own sweet pussy. When Candy paused in her story and looked over at Pam, she was aghast that her friend was absentmindedly masturbating. When Candy gasped, Pam stopped. Then Candy asked Pam if she did that very often. Pam admitted that she stroked herself to several orgasms per day. Candy then asked Pam to show her how she did it, since Candy had only tried masturbation two or three times and unsuccessfully. Pam then spread her legs wide and gave me a clear view of her sweet pussy. As she dipped first one and then two fingers into her virginal honeypot, she began to moan softly. "Just begin stroking near the top of your slit," Pam said breathlessly. As Candy moved her tanned legs apart, I was treated to a sight that men would kill for. Her tan line stopped near her crotch, and the whiteness of the cleft between her 16-year-old legs was almost too much for me to bear. As I watched, both girls began to rhythmically stroke their twats while playing with their own breasts. After about two minutes of this, Pam leaned over and kissed Candy's left breast, sucking the nipple completely into her mouth. When Candy moaned and increased her frantic frigging of her slit almost bringing herself to a climax, I knew that it was time for me to act. Summoning all of my courage and false indignation, I stormed into the backyard and demanded to know what was going on. Both girls were so shocked at being caught that they temporarily forgot their nudity and jumped up to assure me that they were just talking to each other. As I began to question them, they remembered that they were undressed and grabbed for their towels. After allowing them to wrap themselves in their towels, I suggested to Pam that she had better go home and not mention this to anyone or I would tell her parents. After I heard Pam's car leave the driveway, I instructed Candy to follow me into their house. Once inside, I started to interrogate her. "Exactly what do you two think that you were doing, Candy?" I asked. "Mr Nelson, please don't tell my parents," she cried. "Answer my question, Candy, what were you doing," I demanded. "We were talking about my boyfriend, Skip, and how he has been hounding me to have sex with him. One thing led to another and Pam started showing me how she gets relief when she feels all tight and frustrated," Candy said. Still wearing only her towel, she looked like a scared, wet puppy under my intense questioning. Candy again begged me not to tell Don and Sara. I explained the seriousness of this situation and that masturbation and lesbianism could lead to confused relationships with men later in life. I asked Candy if she had ever let Skip masturbate her to orgasm and she said that she had been close on their last date but that Skip had forced two fingers hard into her cunt and hurt her. When I asked her if he had broken her hymen, she said that she didn't think so, but wasn't sure. I told Candy that this was very serious indeed, and that I had better check it for her. She protested vehemently, stating that this was wrong, but I gently tugged at her towel, explaining that I had seen her own mother undressed just three weeks ago in their backyard. Candy allowed me to remove the towel but immediately tried to cover her budding breasts and pubis with her hands. I had her sit down on the sofa and gently laid her back with the floor lamp illuminating her moist cunt. As I consoled her with the necessity of this, I gently spread her legs, placing one foot over the back of the sofa and one foot on the ottoman next to the sofa. From her previous masturbatory efforts, her entire crotch was wet. She had her armed draped over her head covering her eyes, as I began to spread her little pink cuntlips. After moistening my fingers lightly in her secretions, I began to insert my middle finger into the tightest cunt I had ever touched. As I began my delicate probing, I `accidentally' rubbed her clitoris with my forefinger, causing her to raise her buttocks off the sofa in spontaneous shock to my touching of her little nubbin. Sensing a chance to carry this further, I told her to relax while I continued to check her maidenhead. Three more times I lightly stroked her tiny, budding clitty, each time quieting her protests. I could sense that she had been close to an orgasm in the backyard and that her tender body was yearning for release. "Oh, Mr. Nelson," Candy moaned, "please don't do that." "Do what," I asked, feigning innocence. "Please don't touch my... ohhhh... please don't touch me there!" she begged. "You mean here?" I asked stroking her clit again. As her buttocks jerked involuntarily off of the sofa, she tried to push my arm away. "Yes, Sir, my little bud is so sensitive right now that I can't stand it being touched. It's driving me crazy with frustration" , Candy said. "Candy, perhaps you had better let me check you more closely," I said stalling for time as my eyes feasted on her young body. "Does Skip touch you like this?" I said as I began stroking directly on her exposed clit. "No sir, he just pushes one or two fingers into me real hard and hurts me," Candy replied. "Well let me give you a quick lesson in how it is supposed to feel" I said as I bent forward to kiss her juicy little cunt, placing my mouth directly over her clitoris and sucking gently. "Oh, Mr Nelson, please stop. That is nasty and not right," she almost screamed. I ignored her pleas and as I continued my oral manipulation of her clit, I reached my right arm up to stroke her left breast. As I heard her in-drawn gasp of air, I knew that her mind was whirling trying to justify this delicious feeling in between her legs against the moral teachings of her parents. As I continued to suck her sweet young pussy and pull on her tender nipples, I used my left had to unbutton my shirt and Bermuda shorts. As I fought to remove these without losing contact with my mouth or right hand, I began to wonder if I should proceed. However, my lust for this girl was so strong, that I knew I could not stop. As I vaguely heard her moaning protests, I used my left hand to push my undershorts, down to my knees and then completely off. Unsure of how to continue without breaking the mood, I began to suck her clitty in earnest. As I sensed her increased breathing and approaching climax, I decided that it was time to go to the next step. As I pulled my mouth away from her slit, she cried, "please don't stop, I'm so close." Knowing that she was past the point for no return, I grasped my rock-hard cock and began to rub it along her entire moistened slit. Sensing that she was about to lose her virginity, Candy began to struggle and pleaded with me to stop. But I would not have stopped now, even if her parents were standing over us. As my upper body pinned her to the sofa, I raised up on my haunches and inserted the tip of my penis between her pussy lips. I waited there momentarily not thrusting my hips, only rotating my hips and flexing my cock by tightening my sphincter muscles. Once she was accustomed to this, I began to hunch my hips forward, thrusting a little more of my cock into the opening of her tight little pussy. After penetrating about an inch or two, I encountered her taut, elastic hymen. Rather than burst through roughly, I began to pull upwards on her hips with both hands, allowing my right middle finger to drop down to caress her tight little anal bud. With lubrication from her now-sopping slit, I wet my finger and began to gently play with her anus. The more I rotated my hips and played with her asshole, the more excited she became. Then she began to hunch her buttocks up off of the sofa to meet my swirling, teasing cock. "Oh, Mr Nelson, I can't stand it... do me," she begged. "Do what to you?" I teased. "Put your thing in me," she pleaded. "I will, if you tell me exactly what you want, baby," I replied. "Ooooooooooh, please fuck me," the young girl moaned, hunching her pussy up at my cock. I began to rotate my cock more quickly, simultaneously pulling her hips up to meet mine. Each time my cock encountered her maidenhead, I pulled back to rotate my cock even faster. Finally, when I felt that she nor I could stand it any longer I pulled her buttocks up to meet my thrust, while pushing my cockhead through her virginal barrier. "Oh, please take it out it's too big," she screamed. But I merely stopped my thrusting to let my cock soak in the mixture of her blood and lubricating juices while her hot little cunt expanded to accept my adult prick. Momentarily, I began to move my hips slightly back and forth removing only a portion of my cock from her pussy. After a moment, she began to respond as the pain in her virginal channel subsided and pleasurable sensations began to replace the pain. After several more shallow thrusts, she began to meet my down-thrusts by pushing her sweet little ass off of the sofa. As our pubic bones ground together, I withdrew fully and began a series of long, hard strokes into her tight little cunt. She had regained the excitement she had while I was sucking her clit, and now began to really hunch her ass up to swallow my cock with her cunt as her orgasm approached. Sensing this, I began to stroke faster, longer and harder as I pulled my cock almost completely out of her cunt before ramming it back in again. As her breathing shallowed and she began to pant, I knew that she was near the end. With one final savage thrust, I buried my cock into her little pussy and hunched quickly as she began to buck and scream. "Oh, my god, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," she screamed again and again as her orgasm swept over her. At the same time I was erupting deep within her cunt, sending wave after wave of sperm into her tight, young pussy. After we had both settled down and stopped our thrusting, I let my cock soak and wither in her clasping little cunt as I told her how wonderful she was and how good that had felt to me. She replied that while she had wanted to maintain her virginity until she married, that she was glad that she had finally allowed herself to be fucked properly. When she asked when we could do it again, I said "soon"... but, that will have to wait for another episode.