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                  º Candy, The Next Door Neighbor's Daughter º
                  º                 Chapter 1                º
                  º         Written by Clever Talker         º
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     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 sixteen, is a junior in high school at Brenau
     Prep School in Gainesville.  She was home for the summer and worked as a
     hostess at a local restaurant.  When 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.  Candy is 5' 1" with a small, boyish
     figure measuring about 32A-22-33.

     Sara, Judy, Don & 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
     children, but her hostess job precluded that this summer.  However, she did
     drop by often to invite our kids over to go swimming  before she went to
     work 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 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 little tits sat high on her chest.  Her
     nipples were small in circumference but stuck out at least 3/4" from her
     brown aureola.  Her pubic hair had been slightly trimmed for here bikini
     line, but was a full luscious bush of light brown tendrils of hair.  As she
     walked her small 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 little tits looked like ripened oranges, 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 sparse.  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 small 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 Pam had made him stop each night.  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 box.  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 young 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 young 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 Candy.  "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
     stated that she had been close on their last date but that Skip had forced
     two fingers hard into her vagina 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 vagina.
     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 labia.  After moistening my fingers lightly in her
     secretions,  I began to insert my middle finger into the tightest vagina 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, young 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 little trigger", she
     begged.  "You mean this?", 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 trigger 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 vulva, 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 indrawn 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 young
     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 8" 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 vagina.  After inserting
     about 1 1/2", I encountered a hard, taught 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", I replied.  "Oh, please fuck me", the young girl
     moaned, as these foreign words escaped her lips.  As she finished this
     remark, 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 vagina expanded to accept my 8" 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 vagina 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 & 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 vagina 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
     allowed herself to be fucked thoroughly.  When she asked when we could do
     it again, I said "soon"....but, that will have to wait for another episode.

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