From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: GOOD NEIGHBORS 2 of   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
      
      
       My forearms pressed against her ribs as my hands cupped the firmest   
   c-cups I've ever touched.  She kneeled on the bed doggy-style, one arm   
   holding herself up while the other reached up between her legs and   
   determinedly guided my throbbing cock--rubbing it a little between her legs   
   and the lips of her pussy.  Then, with a sound that could have been a   
   whimper, she lined it up with her puckered anus.  I pushed and the noise   
   she was making grew into a gasp and then a howl.   
      
       "No.  It hurts," she said, a cry in her voice.   
      
       "You want to win your boyfriend back?" I asked.   
      
       She nodded.   
      
       "Then you'll have to get used to it," I said and pushed in deeper.  I   
   wanted to make this butt-fuck last a while, so I took my mind of the   
   situation, remembering how Jodi's twelve-year old sister contrived and   
   succeeded to steal the former's boyfriend away from her by learning how to   
   fuck, suck, and generally please a man.  I slowly pumped Jodi's   
   well-lubricated butt-hole, feeling the tightness of an asshole that, until   
   recently, had been a virgin.   
      
       I had taught little Roxanne, a twelve-years old, eighty-pound, sexual   
   dynamo, how to please any man.  For two weeks the child wanted me to   
   'stretch her out' so she could get back at Jodi by stealing the lucky Gary.   
   I wasn't complaining.  Every day for those two weeks I spent hours   
   'stretching' her.   
      
       Then she was through with me.  Occasionally I saw Roxanne in the   
   hallways of the building.  Once she gave me a thumbs up, which I   
   interpreted as success in stealing Gary away from Jodi.  I smiled, jealous   
   as hell.  Then one day my doorbell rang.  It was Jodi, the sexy, stacked,   
   older sister.   
      
       "Hi Mr.  Abernathy," she said after I invited her in.  "I have a   
   business deal for you....."   
      
      
      
       Little Roxanne, the woman/child I had tutored in the ways of carnal   
   pleasure, had ratted me out.  Not, fortunately, to her mother or the law,   
   but to her older sister.  And the sister wanted some too.   
      
       "I want to win Gary back," she said, sitting on my sofa holding a beer.   
   She had insisted on a beer.  I think she wanted the courage the alcohol   
   might give her.   
      
       Where Roxanne was a tight little brunette, Jodi was tall, blonde, and   
   quite the woman in shape.  She had swimmer's shoulders and back, the   
   muscles supporting firm tits that, in her T-shirt, strained to get free.   
   She wore short shorts and her legs, long and tanned, were crossed   
   defensively.   
      
       "What's so great about this Gary?" I asked.   
      
       Jodi looked angry.  "He's got a great car, a Trans-Am, and he's real   
   popular."   
      
       I shrugged.   
      
       "And what do you want to do to get him back?"   
      
       "I want to learn what Roxy did.  Show me how to please a man."   
      
       I smiled, sipping my beer.  I didn't have to be asked twice.   
      
       "But no intercourse."   
      
       "Huh?"   
      
       "I don't care what you did with Roxy.  She's a little slut.  I want to   
   be a virgin 'til I marry.  But I know there's other stuff you can do." She   
   gulped her beer.   
      
       "Oh, there certainly is," I said.   
      
       I stood and took her beer, putting it aside.  I pulled her to her feet   
   and she kissed me back halfheartedly when I tried to kiss her.   
      
       "Could we not kiss?" she asked.  "I know how to do that."   
      
       I shrugged.  "Whatever, but I can help you kiss better.  Now let's take   
   off these clothes."   
      
       A little fear crossed her face, but she stepped back a little and   
   shucked off her T-shirt and her shorts.  Naked she was stunning.  Her tits,   
   pale from a bikini, were high on her ribs and rising and falling with her   
   fear.  Her hips were trim and stomach flat.  Blond pubic hair barely   
   covered an already dewy cunt.  The little minx, she was excited and   
   protested because she thought she had to.   
      
       "Into the bedroom," I said and quickly pulled off my clothes except my   
   briefs.  When I entered the bedroom she was on the bed, awkwardly posed and   
   only sexy because of her hot body, not her pose.   
      
       "Hey, you're not bad for an old guy," she said.  I was twice her age,   
   but didn't like being reminded of it.   
      
       "Don't talk," I said.  I poured some moisturizer on my palms and   
   lubricated her breasts.   
      
       "Do you have to touch my breasts?"   
      
       I nodded.  "It's unavoidable.  Put your hand here." I put one of her   
   hands on her crotch and pressed her middle finger against her clit.  I tore   
   off my briefs and put some of the lubricant on my prick.  Straddling her, I   
   put my dick between her gloriously firm tits.  Slowly I rocked back and   
   forth, holding her tits together as I tit-fucked her.  She seemed to come   
   around, her expression changed.  Her eyes closed, her mouth became a little   
   circle, and I could feel her hand moving faster and faster.  The face below   
   me, the firm breasts cradling my cock, I was enjoying myself.  With my   
   thumbs I made little circles around her nipples and they soon responded.   
   Her hand moved faster.  I thrust a faster and, when she finally let out a   
   little "Eep," I blew my wad all over her neck.   
      
       "I've wanted to do that since you were fifteen," I said, after I had   
   climbed off her and lay beside her.   
      
       "Gross." She wiped at the jism on her upper torso.  "You noticed me when   
   I was fifteen?"   
      
       "That's when your tits really started poking out."   
      
       "I know," she said.  "And that kind of stuff will get Gary back to me?"   
      
       I nodded.  "Every straight man out there wants to fuck your tits." I   
   reached over and touched one.  She leaned against me for a moment, the drew   
   back.   
      
       "What else can you show me?"   
      
       Grinning, I moved the bottom of the bed.  Her long legs were too close   
   together, so I parted them.  I leaned down and kissed her light bush.   
      
       "I don't know if I want to do this," she said.   
      
       What was with this girl?  I wondered.  "Just relax," I reassured her.   
   "Guys like it when you enjoy yourself too.  Sacrifice is for the Victorian   
   Age."   
      
       I tentatively licked her pussy lips, my tongue flicking delicately, only   
   to tease.  Slowly I increased the intensity and pressure.  At first she   
   resisted the pleasure, but soon she was into it.  I don't know what was   
   happening in her head, but I can guess she finally decided to enjoy the   
   sensations instead of suffer through the act.   
      
       And boy was she enjoying it!  As I lapped and licked and poked my tongue   
   into her crevice, she started to push her sex toward me in undulating waves   
   of greedy pleasure.  Like the movement of a dolphin's tail while swimming,   
   she rocked her hips up and down, groaning and riding the inevitable orgasm.   
      
       With a cry she came, scissoring her legs together to hold my head in   
   place.  She shook so hard while climaxing, I could feel the entire bed   
   shake.  I had done my job right and she had learned how to come like a   
   woman.   
      
      
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