From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Sixteen Year Old Neighbor (Mg, cons)
Date: 19 Jan 1996 02:55:06 GMT

		      Sixteen Year Old Neighbor

	This is a nearly true story about myself and the sixteen year
old daughter of a neighbour.

	I had agreed some while ago to allow Jane (the neighbour's
daughter) to use the word processor on my computer. I had said yes in
a rash moment not expecting her to take me up on it.

	So you can imagine my surprise when Jane turned up the other
evening about 6:30pm with a bundle of papers under her arm, and a shy
expression to say was it OK for her to use the WP? Now let's get one
thing straight I had not invited her round with a mind to get my leg
over, as she was not what you would can a cracker. Quite pretty and
nice and slim, but my intentions were honourable, or at least they
were to start with!

	She was wearing a thin flowery blouse, a mid length gypsy type
skirt and a pair of robin hood style boots. Thinking about it now I
realise that she looked GOOD, though I doubt that she knew it. Me? I
was in a tatty pair of jeans with a zipper that does not work properly
and a tee shirt.

	Being the good host I offered her a cup of coffee which she
accepted and I then showed her to the computer. For reasons of space
in my small house the machine lived in my bedroom. Jane knew the
basics of computers so I left her to the word-processing and went and
finished the chores that I had been doing when Jane arrived.

	About half an hour later having had a pee I went up to offer
Jane another coffee or a can of larger or something, and to see how
she was coping with the unfamiliar word processor. She said she could
not have a beer as her parents did not approve, strange as her father
is in the pub most nights of the week, I said that I her response was
to giggle a little the way only sixteen year old `virgins' can and
accept the offer of a can.

	By the time she was half way down her can she needed to have a
pee as well so I directed her in the right direction and sat in the
bedroom/office.

	When she can back I noticed she had undone one of the buttons
to her blouse, giving me a slightly better look at her barely
perceptible cleavage.

	At this point I had to lean over her as she had got into a
muddle and needed sorting out. She certainly got that! I could not
help but notice that she no longer had a bra on though I was certain
she had been wearing one when she arrived. My slightly drunk tool
started to sit up and take notice, as well he might. What would you
have done under the circumstances?, ignore it or say something.

	Well I said something, `The way you have taken your bra off
anyone would think you wanted me to look at your breasts,' I know not
very tactful but I thought I was only asking a question and not
flirting.

	She looked up and said `would you like to see all of them?' I
moved slightly closer and asked if she knew what she was doing and was
she prepared to take the consequences, she nodded and undid the
buttons to her blouse. There were two small pert tits, with small
slightly erect nipples. I stood there flabbergasted, the last time I
saw a pair of sixteen year old tits was when I was seventeen, and my
then girl-friend was teasing me. I turned her chair round with the
sound of the blood rushing in my ears, and just looked.

	She giggled as her nipples started to firm up, and said it
felt funny having me look at her. `Nice funny' I asked, she nodded and
her tits jiggled a little. By now my tool was fairly well awake and
getting ready to do battle,and as the flies on my jeans weren't so
good was starting to peep out of them. She noticed and asked what was
wrong, I said that I was OK just a bit excited that was all. I reached
out my right hand and started to stroke her nipple, she started to
reach out to touch my manhood starting to peak out of my jeans, but
stopped. Jane looked up at me and said "I know it's wrong but can I
look at it please, I promise I won't tell," bless her I thought, as I
said that every thing we had done was not exactly right, but not wrong
either and that what we did was our business and secret so we could do
what ever she liked.

	At this she reached out and just touched the tip through my
underpants. The brought her hand back. I thought what the hell and
took my jeans and underpants off. Jane's eyes when wide with
amazement, awe, lust, or horror when she saw my prick at what was now
about 80% stretch. Her hand slowly, oh so slowly, reached out to me
and touched my prick, I almost died, it felt so good her warm slightly
damp hand gently stroking me.

	I had returned to gently massaging her tits. I noticed that as
I worked on each nipple she would be a little braver with the rubbing
but when I ignored them she became more shy. I started rubbing her
nipples in earnest now as I realised it was turning her on strong. She
got bolder and by now had worked out, more or less, how to wank a man
so much so I had to stop her before she brought matter to a head, so
to speak, too soon.

	I suggested that we should take all our cloths off, if we
intended to carry on as we were. Jane went all shy, though still
holding on to my no very erect tool, and said only if I did not watch
until she said. I agreed and turned round.

	When I was told it was OK to look Jane had got onto the bed,
and all I could see was her delightful rear. I climbed onto the bed
with her and started to reach under her for a nipple with one hand and
rub a buttock at the same time. She rolled over slightly to allow me
access to her nipple, causing me to get a look at her and my hand to
sip down into the fold of her arse. I kept up the gently massage at
both ends and Jane started to rock her hips back and forth against my
hand, which by now had got to the portals of her heaven.

	As her thrusting got stronger my fingers got deeper into her
snatch. At this point she had rolled over so much that I had a full
view of her snatch from the front but my hand was still under her
gaining entry from the rear.

	I changed position so that I could kiss her nipples and still
finger her efficiently. This meant that she could get her hands back
on my tool, and started to wank me with much apparent enthusiasm. I
synchronised my finger fuck with her wanking, and she soon got that
hang of guiding my tempo for her pleasure. I was by now thinking hard
of anything but fucking this glorious nymphet, just to stop me from
cumming everywhere. All of a sudden she let go of my prick and grabbed
my head and thrust on to my hand so hard that two of my fingers
slipped up into her, and my thumb rubbed very hard on her clit.

	And so Jane came at the hands of a man for the first time.

	By the time she had regained her composure it was time she was
getting dressed to go home, I think it is fair to say that neither of
use wanted to part. I promised that I would be home the next night at
6:30 Pm if she `needed to continue her home work.' She said that she
would be back, and winked as she left. I could not wait.

				* * *

	The next evening at exactly 6:30 Jane was on my doorstep, she
did not even have to ring the bell I had the door open before she got
that far. She was radiant, wearing standard school clothes, but
glowing somehow, the first thing she said was could she use the
bathroom? I was not expecting the vision that emerged a few seconds
later, short skirt and tight skimpy top no bra nipples sticking out
hard, and as she turned slowly round I was sure she had no knickers
on. "I told my mum I was going to see a girl-friend and would not be
back `till 11, that means we've got four hours. What shall we do?"

	I did not need asking twice, I had the evening mapped out
already. We went upstairs to the bedroom and kissed. She had had some
practice some where, not expert level but for a sixteen year old very
good. I felt her bum, and no knickers!, just cool bare flesh. I was
lost and beyond redemption. I had an instant hard-on. She must have
noticed, as she put her hand down the front of my jogging pants to
find I had also not bothered to dress fully. By now I had my hand
between the cheeks of her bum, and was working my way round.

	When she suddenly knelt down in front of my rearing cock,
looked up at me and said "one of my fiends told me her brother made
her do this to him. Can I do it to you?" Y-y-y-es I stammered, as my
tool slowly vanished into her mouth, her hot sweet mouth. I rested my
hands on her head and slowly I screwed her mouth.

	I was just on the verge of cumming when I forced my self to
withdraw and look at her. The sight was nearly my undoing, tits pert
and alert with nipples hard, a slight sweat on them. Belly flat (why
do only sixteen year old virgins have belly's that flat and smooth?)
with a slight hint of a gentle fuzz. She had somehow stripped with out
me noticing. I made her lie down on the bed and knelt between her slim
strong thighs.

	I lowered my head to her sweet honey pot, which was damp and
humid with a musky sent that very few women keep long after they reach
puberty. I slowly kissed her outer lips and then gently pushed my
tongue between then to tickle the most delicate folds of her inner
lips. They seemed so small that I could only just get my tongue in. I
licked gently in time with her moans. This girl was asking for it, so
I decided that if that was what she wanted then that was what she
would get.

	I kept working on her clit until she was on the verge of a
tumultuous orgasm, and then let her down a bit only to work her up
again with my fingers in her tight quim.

	I was about to go berserk from lust, my dick was harder than
it had ever been before. How I controlled myself I'll never know, but
with the utmost control I very slowly repositioned so the head of my
prick was just rubbing against the outer portals to heaven. Jane
looked at me with an expression composed of fear and lust. "Do you
want me to?" I asked. Oh God make her say yes my mind cried. I would
have stopped if she had said no, though I might have gone mad. Jane
just looked at me and whispered yes please, but don't hurt me, I'm
scared, but I do want to.

	Slowly. Oh so slowly I gently pushed against her heaving,
throbbing cunt. She was so wet and slippery that I slowly gained
entry, until I had the head of my prick just inside her inner lips.
She then started thrusting hard, I gently rubbed her clit and pushed a
bit more, and I felt her maidenhead give slightly and stretch, and I
was in. I slowly slide further in until my balls were rubbing against
her wet slippery arse.

	We stayed like that for a few seconds I relishing in the feel
of her tight warm slippery cunt, she fascinated by the feeling of my
erect cock inside her, where only her (or, as I was to find later, her
friends) fingers had been. I started slowly to pulse my cock inside
her and she giggled, "try to grip me with your cunt, in time with me"
I said. Jane concentrated hard and slowly started milking me with her
cunt muscles.

	We were now very wet and slippery and I could not hold back
any longer, so I started to slowly ride in and out, kissing her face
and neck and feeling her arse cheeks with one hand and a nipple with
the other. She got that hand of thrusting with me and as the tempo
rose she managed to field some of my more off synch thrusts like a
natural.

	By now we were well into it. We fucked firmly, she was too
tight to go too fast or hard, I could feel the tide rising in my balls
and the need for release grow stronger. She lifted her legs, as if she
could hear me thinking, and I started to thrust into her with all my
might. Just as I was about to blow my load into her tight hole, she
rolled her head back and started to gasp and pant and moan, just like
you read in all the books. I could hold back no longer I lunged into
her twice, hard, and then holding her hips tight I pushed once more
and fountained my load into her. Jane threw her head back onto the bed
and wailing in ecstasy.

	We were sweating and panting for minutes after, just lying in
each others arms, whispering word of love (or should that be lust) in
each others ears. We then fell asleep in each others arms, until she
awoke with a start to tell me that it was 10:30 and she had to go
home. It was with great regret that I had to let her go.

	"When can you come (cum) again?" I asked. "I've got to go away
with my parents for a few days," was the dreaded reply, "but I'll be
back next week. Can I bring... "