Anal Special - Erotic Stories E-Book

Gloria Hole

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

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Beschreibung

Who says no to that when it comes to anal sex? Here you can not only read erotic stories and horny anal adventures, but also get inspired for your own plans and desires. Does it turn you on when the normal housewife from next door is really taken through? In sexy stories I write about women and men and their second, mostly secret self and how they live out their most ardent sex desires. Let erotic stories describe to you when he penetrated her anal for the first time, very slowly and gently. How she lolling and compensated this pain with horniness. How she still surrendered to her lust and became more and more aroused. Dive into the erotic world of (in)experienced women and men who want nothing more than to finally have anal sex.

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Anal Special - Erotic Stories

Who says no to that when it comes to anal sex? Here you can not only read erotic stories and horny anal adventures, but also get inspired for your own plans and desires.  Does it turn you on when the normal housewife from next door is really taken through? In sexy stories I write about women and men and their second, mostly secret self and how they live out their most ardent sex desires. Let erotic stories describe to you when he penetrated her anal for the first time, very slowly and gently. How she lolling and compensated this pain with horniness. How she still surrendered to her lust and became more and more aroused.  Dive into the erotic world of (in)experienced women and men who want nothing more than to finally have anal sex.

My Innocent Neighbor

1st part 

It was four months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I had gotten used to the neighbor's house being empty since the previous residents had moved out a few months earlier, which was no great loss since I never got along with them. This family seemed to think it was my fault that my wife had left me, even though everyone else knew it was my wife who had the affair and left me. So it was good to have an empty house next to mine, but even better when the new neighbors moved in.

I went out to meet Tom and Helena White when they arrived, and we seemed to get along well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise since they are in their mid-40s, about my age. Tom had obviously spent too much time drinking beer and too little time exercising (unlike me), because he had a considerable paunch. Helena, on the other hand, still looked good and must have been a good catch for Tom. She looked much younger than her actual 43 years, had a lovely, lithe figure, and wore her soft blonde hair long down to her shoulders.

But it was Tom and Helena's daughter who caught my attention the most when she arrived at our house the day after they moved in. Anne had just come of age a few months ago and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl. She was blonde like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Anne was really pretty, with her mother's blue eyes, and her tight tops clearly showed that she had young and firm breasts.

It was good to have the Whites move in next door to me, and although it was fun to watch Helena and Anne come and go, I had no intention of getting into a relationship with either of them, even though my wife had left me over a year ago. But they were good stuff for dreams. So I didn't really expect to have more than a neighborly relationship with them. You know the drill: I watch the house when they're on vacation, take out the garbage cans when they forget, and deliver packages when they're out of town.

That all changed three months after the Whites moved in.

It was about 8 p.m., and I was finishing up my work when my doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Anne standing there, and she was obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy, and she seemed out of breath. However, this was in complete contrast to the rest of her appearance: She was obviously dressed sexily. Her long blonde hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders, and she wore a tight blouse whose top two buttons were undone, revealing her ample cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra. Her skirt was one of her favorite short, flowing skirts that ended a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare, and she wore a pair of expensive, high-heeled white shoes.

I realized I was staring too long, looking up and down her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Anne just stood there looking annoyed.

"Hi Anne, what's up?", I asked the not very original phrase. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes, please, Mr. Müller," she answered quickly, "I got locked out. Mom and Dad are gone until later and I don't have a key."

I signaled her to come into the house and led her into the kitchen, where I also have a wooden table and chairs that I use when I eat alone. My work papers were spread out on the table, so I quickly pushed them into a pile and set them aside.

"I'll get you something to drink, Anne, and please sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Müller, I really need a drink. Can I have a coffee?"

She seemed to be calming down a bit now, although I was a little uncomfortable with the obviously sexy young girl in my house. Especially since she had been a part of so many of my dreams and fantasies.

I turned around and started making the coffee for Anne while I tried to figure out what was going on with her tonight. "How come you didn't bring your key, Anne?"

"Oh, I didn't really want to be home this early because I went to a party and my parents weren't going to pick me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."

"Why did you have to leave?", I asked her.

"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It's just ..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.

The way she said it made me suspect she needed someone to talk to, and while I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend, I thought I should at least help my neighbor's daughter.

"Here's your coffee, Anne, and did you tell your parents you left the party early?"

"No, not yet." She reached for the coffee cup and put her hands around it to warm it. I noticed she had painted her fingernails bright red.

"Let me call them and tell them you're here. Then they can come back later and pick you up."

I went down the hall, found Tom's cell phone number, and called him. I explained to him what had happened and that I didn't know why Anne had left early, but that I could watch Anne until they came home later. Tom was happy with that, because they had gone out to dinner at a friend's house, and from the sound of it, Tom took the opportunity to drink a lot of someone else's beer.

I returned to the kitchen where Anne was still sitting, slowly sipping her coffee. She had her back to me, so I paused for a moment to observe her. She was sitting slightly bent forward over my table, her long, shiny blonde hair falling in cascades from her head. I smiled as one of my dreams returned to my head and I felt my cock swell, but then I remembered that this was real and I had better help her.

"I talked to your father and they will be back shortly after eleven. I said you'd be fine here until then. I hope you don't mind."

She turned as I walked across the room and leaned against the kitchen table facing her. "Sure, thank you, Mr. Müller."

"You said something about problems with your boyfriend. Do you want to talk about it?", I asked, hoping she would say no and we could watch TV or something.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, holding the white coffee cup to her soft, red lips, and then I noticed a small tear forming in the corners of her beautiful eyes. She looked up at me.

"Can I talk to you, Mr. Müller? It's just that I can't talk to my parents, I'm too embarrassed. You're not going to tell them, are you?"

Her eyes glistened as they filled with tears, and she sobbed a little as she seemed to plead with me.

"Anne, of course you can talk to me. I'll do what I can, but it's been a long time since I've been on a date." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. I knew it would just be about love or crushes, which aren't exactly my favorite topics.

"Mike, my boyfriend, tried to touch me tonight. You know, he slipped his hand inside my bra and touched my breasts, even my nipples. But I don't want that, it doesn't feel right."

Now I was interested, and I thought, "Well, I'm glad Mike tried it," but I asked out loud, "Why do you think it didn't feel right?"

"Well, you know, Mr. Muller-" she paused, and I saw that her cheeks were blushing. She had blushed.

She started again and averted her eyes, "Well, you see, I'm not a virgin anymore. I had sex once before about a year ago, but it was terrible. The boy back then was awful. It hurt, and I felt so cheap afterwards. I hated it. And I don't want to do that again, I don't want another boy to do that to me."

She sobbed as she spoke, her head down and obviously reeling from the memory of her first time.

I walked from the counter to the table, pulled out the chair across from Anne, and slowly sat down while I considered what to say.

"Anne, I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. But sex doesn't have to be like that. It shouldn't hurt, it should be pleasurable, wonderful and exciting. It just sounds like you had a bad first time. Don't worry, it won't always be like this."

Anne looked up at me and wiped the tears from her soft, red cheeks. I wanted to give her a hug, but I didn't want to scare her. She said, "But my friends say all boys are like that."

"That's just because they're boys and they don't have the experience yet of what it takes for a girl to enjoy sex. They'll learn, and you'll enjoy it later."

"Do you know how to enjoy it?" she asked suddenly.

I winced at her question, all sorts of fantasies running through my head as I wondered what she meant.

She must have seen my shock, because she added, "I'm sorry, Mr. Müller, I hate the thought that it will never feel good, that I will always be afraid of a man's touch. I didn't mean my question in a bad way."

I paused while I thought. I looked at the pretty young Anne sitting across from me, her ample breasts pressed against her silk blouse, and my eyes were drawn to the soft skin of her cleavage. I made a decision: I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. She might be tired, sad, and vulnerable, but that only meant that now was the time to seduce this lovely girl. My cock was getting excited at the thought of taking Anne, but I knew I had to do it right because I didn't want my neighbors to be mad at me. I'll get them to keep it a secret, and if I could fuck this beautiful blonde eighteen year old, it would be worth all the problems later.

I stood up, took a few steps around the table, stood next to Anne and looked down at her. I had a good view of her sexy cleavage as I said, "Guys just take it too fast and all they care about is getting into a girl's panties. But guys know how to relax a girl without it leading to anything. Want me to show you?"

I ended my sentence as a question to see if she hesitated, but she didn't say anything, just picked up her drink and kept looking inside. I stood behind her and gently stroked her shoulders, massaging her tense muscles.

At first I got no reaction, and I could feel her holding her shoulders and not relaxing. Slowly, however, I felt her shoulders begin to move and relax, and then I heard the click as she placed her cup on the table in front of her. As I massaged her shoulders, I leaned over her and stroked her silky blonde hair from her soft neck before placing my lips on her deliciously sweet tasting skin. I heard her soft moan as I kissed her, and felt her shoulders suddenly lower and she relaxed.

I spent a few minutes kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears as I heard her breathing slow down and she relaxed under my caresses. Now that she was relaxed, I wanted to turn her on.

Slowly I began to rub down her front, tracing the outline of her bra under her top, and I felt her body begin to tremble. I held my breath and, without pausing, deftly undid the button of her blouse and then the next. Anne did not stop me. Further down, I opened all the remaining buttons of her silk blouse and again caressed her soft and sensitive skin.

I let my hand slide over her tits and felt her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her white lace bra. Her breathing quickened as I touched her tits, and I suspected that she liked being touched and was anticipating what would happen just as I was.

I took my chance and turned the chair she was sitting on so that she was no longer facing the table and I was facing her. She had her eyes averted and was looking down as if she still didn't know what was going on. I looked down her beautiful body and saw the soft skin of her cleavage and the young tits enclosed by the lace bra.

I bent over and took one of her tits in my mouth and sucked through the lace fabric while gently stroking her nipple with my tongue. I heard a soft moan as my mouth touched her for the first time, and I knew I was on to something. Encouraged, I spent some time kissing, fondling, sucking and licking her tits, and she responded by moaning and trembling as she sat in my kitchen.

Encouraged, I reached over and unclasped her bra and pulled down the cups to reveal her young tits. And what wonderful tits they were; soft, smooth and perky as they stood there without the support of the bra. Eagerly, I began to suck and lick again, and she moaned even louder at the touch of my mouth and tongue on her naked young tits.

Still touching and kissing her tits, I lowered myself so that I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently pushing her legs apart as I moved closer so that she would not notice in her arousal. I couldn't resist touching her long, sexy legs, and I gently slid my hands up the outside of her legs, then the inside. Her body quivered as I touched her legs, and she unconsciously moved forward on the chair, her body seeming eager to get closer to me.

I slid my hands up, under her miniskirt, and stroked the inside of her soft thighs higher. My own heart was beating faster now that I was getting closer to my prey. She was wearing matching white lace panties and I ran my finger over the thin fabric of her pussy. I felt her willingly spread her legs wider and she moved against my hand now that she was so aroused by my attention to her tits.

I poked and rubbed at her pussy entrance, her lace panties getting wet as I pressed them into her slit. She moaned again, her butt moving on the chair as she tried to get more of my touch. Deftly, I pushed her panties aside to open her pussy to my hands. Now I was caressing her bare pussy with my hands and was surprised to find it shaved and smooth. Her moans grew louder and I rubbed her pussy up and down, spreading her juices that betrayed her arousal.

I bent down and brought my head close to her pussy and inhaled deeply, breathing in the delicious scent of her young pussy. I moved even closer and licked her pussy, and it tasted wonderful. When I found her clit, I found that it was aroused, and I licked around it before gently sucking on it. She let out a cry at my touch, then a slow moan, and her hips bucked as she moved against my tongue.

I moved a finger to her pussy entrance and ran it around as I sucked on her sensitive clit. I pushed my finger forward, spreading her labia, and inserted it into her to the first knuckle and then to the second. I heard a gasp from her pretty lips as she felt my finger enter her tight pussy, but she didn't move away.

Her gasps quickened as I began rubbing the inside of her pussy, my finger sliding over her G-spot in a gentle rhythm. Then I started fucking her young, tight pussy with my finger, sliding my finger in and out of her in time with the licking of her clit. Her pussy was clamped around my finger, but I managed to slide a second finger in and continued to fuck her as she moaned and groaned above me.

Her ass moved on the chair and pushed forward, eager to feel my fingers deep inside her pussy. My fingers were covered with her sweet juices and I could feel that she was about to cum. I kept up the regular rhythm on her clit and fucked her harder, pushing my fingers deep inside her with each thrust.

Suddenly I felt her pussy clench even tighter around my fingers and then her pussy began to pulsate around them. I heard her scream, "Oh my God, yesssss," and she screamed as I continued to lick her clit.

Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as she squirmed against me and pushed my fingers deeper until she gradually slumped back in her chair and relaxed.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, straightened my back and looked up at her. I saw a satisfied look on her pretty face, her eyes were half closed and a half smile was on her red lips.

Anne opened her beautiful eyes and looked at me, "I...I...didn't know it could be like this," she sighed.

I grinned at her, "And this is just the beginning."

She opened her eyes even wider, wondering what was going to happen now, but she didn't move away or tell me to stop.

Anne was still slumped on the kitchen chair, her blouse unzipped to reveal her uncovered perky tits. She was still breathing heavily from her recent climax and I watched her young tits rise and fall as she breathed in and out.

Her short skirt had fallen back down when I moved away from her, and so her smooth pussy was hidden from my view, but I could still smell the sweet aroma of her sex. The satisfied expression on her pretty face changed, and it seemed like she wanted to continue her education, and it was no surprise to me that my cock was getting hard again in my boxers.

I stood up, reached out and pulled her to her feet, holding her small hands. Her brow furrowed under the blonde, and I could see she was confused about what was going to happen next. I quickly sat down in the chair she had vacated, and she turned to me.

"What are we going to do, Mr. Müller?" asked Anne, still confused.

"Kneel down, Anne," I commanded, "it's your turn to help me."

I saw Anne's pretty face change from a frown to a sudden "oh" of surprise as she realized what was about to happen.

"I've never touched a man there with my mouth before, Mr. Müller."

"Just kneel down, Anne, it will come on its own," I assured her, and my cock grew even harder at the thought of being the first to have my cock in her young mouth.

I guided her down so that she was kneeling between my legs at my feet. Anne looked up at me, her blonde hair framing her pretty young face, as she paused to consider what to do next. I took the lead, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my nearly erect cock.

I held my cock tightly, and Anne looked down and stared at my bulging member. For a moment I wondered if she was going to get up and leave, but then I was presented with a wonderful sight. Anne's face changed from shock to a picture of pleasure. Her eyes lit up, she pursed her lips and ran her tongue over her red lips as she stared at my cock. In return, my cock twitched in response to her yearning gaze and she smiled a beautiful smile.

She reached out her pretty little hand and wrapped it around the shaft of my hard cock. Her hand was so cool and soft on my cock and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as I swelled even more from her touch. Anne began to move her hand up and down on my cock and I was surprised at how tightly she gripped my cock until I realized that she had obviously given a hand job before because she seemed so confident.

When my cock was fully erect, I signaled Anne to bend over. She obeyed me and bent over my cock, and I had a wonderful view of her front as her perky tits fell completely free of her blouse. Gently she kissed the tip of my cock and in return it jumped. Giggling, Anne kissed my cock again and it jumped again. It was a wonderful feeling as her soft lips touched the sensitive tip of my hard cock.

"Take it in your mouth, Anne," I urged her.

She smiled at me, pulled the foreskin back from my hard cock and bent over it again. This time she opened her mouth and let her red lips slide over my cock, pulling it into her hot little mouth. I couldn't resist moving my hips a little as I felt her tongue slide over the sensitive tip of my cock that was locked in her mouth. She had perhaps never done this before, but she was already a natural.

Then she took my cock further into her mouth, sliding her red lips down the shaft until the end of my cock reached the back of her mouth. Slowly she moved back, her lips enclosing me tightly as she let my hard cock pop out of her mouth. Then she started fucking my cock in a great rhythm with her mouth, all the while looking at me out of her sexy blue eyes as I watched my cock appear and then disappear in her young mouth. Anne began to gently play with my balls as she sucked me, and I could feel my cum begin to rise in my cock.

"I'm about to cum," I said softly, though my breathing quickened at the exquisite touch of her mouth and tongue on my cock.

Anne looked up at me, grabbed my cock with her hand, and let it fall out of her mouth.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked me.

Frustrated, I replied, "Keep doing what you're doing, Anne, pumping my cock with your hand and teasing the end with your mouth and tongue. When I start to squirt, I need you to catch it all with your mouth."

She paused for a moment, but then nodded meekly and took my cock deep into her mouth again. She began to suck violently and I felt her tongue tickle the base of my cock, making it throb in her mouth. Suddenly Anne squeezed my balls gently and that was the last stimulation I needed.

With a moan of "I'm cumming," my cum spurted out of my hard cock and filled Anne's mouth. For a moment she seemed to choke, but then she continued to pump my cock as I squirted my warm, thick cum into her willing little mouth.

Slowly my orgasm ebbed and the last drops of my thick cum dripped into Anne's young mouth. I watched her pretty face as her blonde hair fell down and covered my leg. Slowly she knelt upright, my cock plopping out of her mouth, still hard but no longer full of cum.

"Mmmmm," I heard her say, her mouth was full of my cum, and without prompting she swallowed it, taking my cum into her belly. "Lovely," she whispered, bending over and licking off some of the drops of cum that had covered my cock.

"Do you like the taste of my sperm?", I asked her.

"I love it, Mr. Müller, I didn't realize how good it tastes," she replied, and I noticed that her hand had dipped between her legs under her miniskirt and she was clearly playing with herself.

My cock was still hard and the sight of Anne fingering her pussy was enough to make me horny again. I glanced at the clock on the wall and we still had half an hour before Anne's parents would return. I would love to stay longer, but it would have to be enough to show Anne what a man's cock could do to her.

"I see you want more," I said, nodding to where her hand was busy under her skirt.

Anne bent her head shyly and murmured, "I'm so hot, I just want more, Mr. Miller."

"Time for your next lesson, Anne."

I stood up and helped Anne to her feet. I didn't have much time and wanted to bury my thick cock in her tight pussy as soon as possible. I ran my hands through her soft hair and smiled at her as I looked into her beautiful eyes, now sparkling with lust.

I moved my hands down to her waist and said to her, "Turn around and bend over the table for me."

Obediently, Anne turned to my kitchen table and bent over, placing her delicate hands on the tabletop for support. She wasn't bent over far enough for me yet, so I got her to go lower so that she was propped up on her elbows and her sexy butt was sticking out in my direction. While I was arranging her position, I noticed that her blouse was open and her perky tits were exposed and resting on the hard wooden table.

Anne was still wearing her short skirt that covered her sexy ass, but that only turned me on more because I knew I was about to sink my cock into her young pussy. I lifted her skirt to reveal her smooth, firm ass and noticed that her panties had shifted to cover her pussy again.

I reached for her panties and slowly slid them down over her hips and down her long, smooth legs. She pulled it off and now I could clearly see her wet pussy, which still looked tight even after her earlier orgasm.

I moved closer to her, holding my hard cock and teasing her clit and pussy, causing her juices to spread over her entrance and the end of my thick cock. I put my hands on her hips and held up her skirt as I slid my cock between her tight labia. Slowly I pushed forward, watching my hard cock spread her wet lips, stretching them wide as my thick shaft entered her.

"Oh yes, Mr. Müller, I can feel your cock filling me up."

Anne moaned as I slowly pushed my cock into her tight pussy. I put my hand on her smooth back and pressed her firmly against the table as I began to move my cock in and out of her hot pussy. She was so eager to have my cock inside her young body that she began to move her ass toward me, urging me to fill her even more. I grinned as I realized that she would come again another day if I had my way, but for now I had to satisfy my immediate needs.

"Move back and forth, Anne, feel my cock inside you," I instructed her. I propped my hands on her hips to show her what to do, and got her to move her ass back and forth while I stood still. Soon she was dictating her own pace, sliding her tight pussy up and down my swollen cock as I watched.

It wasn't the rhythm that made me cum, so I was about to take control again when I heard Anne make some strange noises. At first she was making barely audible meowing sounds, but soon she was moaning louder and she started moving faster on my cock, pushing her ass against me to push my cock deep inside her, and then moving away to feel it slide almost all the way out of her.

I glanced at the clock and saw that there would be time, so I reached under her and stroked her clit in time with her movements against me. Suddenly she cried out in ecstasy as she began to cum again, this time with my cock in her pulsating pussy.

"Oh yes, oh my God, oh yes, Mr. Muller, I'm going to....I'm going to....oh fuck!" she screamed as she suddenly came all over my cock, her body shaking and her pussy clenched around my thick cock.

Slowly she slumped onto the table, resting from her wild climax. But I had to finish soon, not only because of the time, but also because I could feel my cum rising in my balls from the sensations of her tight pussy on my swollen cock.

I looked down at her, gripping her sexy hips again, watching my glistening cock slide in and out of her slender body as she slumped on my table, still overwhelmed by her latest orgasm. I began to fuck her quickly, thrusting my hard cock deep into her warm pussy, filling her with each thrust.

I could feel my cock penetrating deep into her pussy, spreading her labia with each thrust. I fucked her roughly, my strong hands digging into her thin waist to keep her still as I thrust my cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Anne began to respond to my fucking by moving against me again, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. She raised up on her hands as I took her bent over my kitchen table.

I looked at the back of her head where her soft blonde hair was swaying back and forth in time with my deep thrusts. I couldn't resist reaching up with one of my hands and engulfing her blonde hair between my fingers. I gently but insistently pulled on her hair, lifting her head and pulling her body against my cock in time with my thrusts.

I was now in complete control and Anne could do nothing but respond to my fucking as I buried my cock deep inside her sweet, tight pussy. This control I had over her turned her on again and she started making her meowing noises again that I knew would lead to another orgasm if I continued. I could feel my own cum rising in my balls and cock and I knew I was going to cum soon in this beautiful eighteen year old.

"I'm going to cum soon Anne, I'm going to cum inside you," I said as I continued to fuck her.

"Oh yes, Mr. Miller, I want your cum, please, fill me with your cum," she begged me, her words punctuated by her moans of impending climax.

With a grunt, I pulled her back by the hair so that her ass was pressed against me, and I pushed my cock deep inside her, and with a cry I began to cum inside her. Again and again I felt my hot cum squirting into her tight pussy, filling her with my seed. I kept my cock buried all the way inside her body as my cum continued to shoot out of my hard cock and I heard her screams of pleasure as she came again, her body quivering and her pussy milking my cock as her orgasm consumed her.

Anne slowly recovered and murmured softly to me, "Mmmm, I love the feel of you inside me Mr. Muller, your cum feels so warm inside me."

I looked at the clock again and suddenly realized that her parents would be coming any moment, so I had no time to enjoy the feeling of my cock softening gently in Anne's young pussy. I squeezed my cock to deposit the last of my cum in her pussy, and as I pulled out I let my cock slide out of her and grabbed a towel to wipe off the cum that was already dripping from her stretched pussy.

"Quick Anne, we need to clean up," I said, pointing to the clock as she looked around.

She had a dreamy look on her face and wasn't moving very fast, but I got her to put her panties back on to prevent any more cum from leaking out, and I helped her button her blouse so her tits were covered again. She took a hairbrush out of her bag and slowly brushed her hair while I got ready. All the while she seemed to be watching me, a twinkle in her eye. At that moment the doorbell rang and I quickly looked around my kitchen and saw some of our glistening juices on the chair and floor that might give the game away.

"Come Anne, that will be your parents," and I took her hand and led her into the hallway. Just outside the door, Anne stopped, turned to me and surprised me with a hard kiss, her tongue seeking mine in my mouth.

Almost instantly she pulled away and exclaimed, "Thank you, Mr. Müller, that was the best night ever!"

Stunned for a moment, she turned and opened the door for her parents. Anne immediately went out and told her parents how helpful I had been and that I had behaved like a true gentleman toward her.

I could barely look her parents in the eye as they thanked me and took their eighteen year old daughter home, unaware that her young tight pussy was filled with my warm cum.

I closed the door as they left and heaved a big sigh as I realized how close I had come to being caught fucking their daughter, but then my lips twisted into a wide grin as I remembered the events of the evening and the feeling of being sucked by Anne and fucking her young body. I hoped she would come back for more.

2nd part

After my encounter with Anne, I had a busy couple of days, and even though I work from home, I couldn't see her. I had to settle for some vivid dreams in which I replayed the energetic performance with Anne, but I wasn't sure if I would get the opportunity to repeat the episode in real life.

Finally, the weekend came, and on Saturday morning I woke up early, as usual, and after breakfast I set to work on the house. After separating from my wife last year, I had found that I needed a routine, especially on the weekends, so that I could really relax after the work was done. That morning, after another night of erotic dreams, my mind was still on young Anne, although, frustrating as ever, I had woken up before the final act.

I was sorting my laundry when the doorbell rang, interrupting my fantasies, and I grumbled at being disturbed as I went to the door. I was surprised and delighted to see the beautiful Anne standing on my doorstep, and she looked absolutely gorgeous again. Her beautiful young face was framed by her long blonde hair that shone in the sunshine. She was wearing a tight v-neck top that drew my eye to her gorgeous cleavage. Looking further down, I noticed that she was standing in low white sandals, but most importantly, I noticed that she was wearing a bright yellow skirt that ended halfway up her golden thighs.

"Hello Mr. Müller, can I come in please? Quickly, because I told Mom I was meeting my friends."

I stopped staring at her, stepped back and signaled Anne to come in. I closed the door behind her, already feeling my blood boiling as I wondered about the implications of her words. Why was Anne telling lies to her mother? I could feel the excitement growing inside me, because this could be good news for me.

"It's good to see you again, Anne," I said, pushing the door closed and walking toward her.

Anne's red lips smiled, and suddenly she pounced on me, threw her arms around me, reached for me, and kissed me fiercely with her soft, cherry-red lips. Before I could react, she broke away from me, stepped back, still smiling, and said, "That's a thank you for last night, Mr. Müller, you were a real gentleman."

I stood there stunned. Was that it? Was the kiss the only reason she was here? The sight of her sexy 18-year-old body had aroused me again, but I didn't know where I stood with her now. Maybe she was here to warn me, but I thought her mischievous smile indicated otherwise.

"Can I have a drink, Mr. Müller? Lemonade, if you have any?" she asked.

"Um, sure, yes, Anne." I tried to calm down and pointed to the dining room, because I wanted to be alone in the kitchen where I could cool off and think of ways to seduce her again.

While pouring myself a couple of sodas, I managed to think clearly and decided that I should take it slow with her and not push her because Anne had called me a "gentleman." I could prepare her to come over another evening and build up the anticipation. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to fuck her again, and I was now desperately trying to think of an excuse for her to visit again, but I just couldn't think of anything that wasn't too lame, and I was aware of how much time I needed to prepare the drinks.

Frustrated, I hoped something would come up in our conversation, took the drinks and headed back down the hall to my dining room. As I walked in the door, I said, "Here, Anne, here's your..." I stopped talking when I saw her.

Anne looked sexier than ever, leaning against my dining room table and smiling at me. Behind the table, sunlight shone through the large patio doors, playing around her and accentuating her young, curvy body. Her tight T-shirt emphasized the fullness of her breasts, and I could clearly see that her nipples were already hard under the thin fabric. Her short skirt swung gently against her soft thighs, as if she had just stopped moving, and her legs were slightly spread, tempting me to ponder what was under her skirt. But most noticeable was her white lace panties hanging right next to her on the back of a dining room chair.

"I thought you could show me again how a real man treats a girl. Do you want that?" Anne purred.

So much for taking it slow, I thought, walking over and setting the glasses on the table next to her. I stood in front of her, ran my fingers through her soft golden hair, and leaned in to kiss her, our tongues exploring each other quickly. She tasted softly of mint, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as I held her head in my hands.

After a minute of deep kissing, she broke contact and looked up at me, "I'm sorry, Mr. Muller, but I don't have much time today."

I smiled at her, "Let's make the most of the time we have. Sit on this."

I got her to sit on the edge of the table and stood in front of her. I ran my finger down the V of her T-shirt, my finger gently touching her soft, supple skin, along the edge of her breasts and deep into her cleavage. I felt her shudder as I ran my hands outward over the thin fabric of her T-shirt, around her breasts and slowly spiraling toward her erect nipples. Anne moaned as I stroked my fingers over her nipples, and I knew that in a short time I could give her the pleasure she craved. Maybe I wouldn't get my reward today, but at least she should be grateful and come again.

I bent down and kissed her sweet mouth again, slowly bending lower and kissing over her breasts, gently sucking on her nipples through her t-shirt.

"Mmmm," Anne moaned involuntarily again as I kissed and caressed her perfect young tits, her nipples hard under the fabric.

"Pull up your skirt, Anne," I ordered softly, sinking to my knees in front of her.

Anne eagerly held the hem of her skirt and quickly lifted it to reveal her soft, tanned thighs before showing off her freshly shaved pussy. I pulled her long young legs apart to get better access to her young pussy, and I noticed that her sweet pussy was already slightly shiny with moisture.

I bent down and blew gently over her pussy and saw her tremble as she felt my breath between her legs. I turned to her silky smooth legs and kissed the inside of her left thigh and slowly kissed my way up the inside of her leg, getting close to her hot mound but not touching it. Anne sighed as I kissed her, and I saw her pussy slowly open of its own accord.

I repeated my movements on her other leg and slowly kissed my way back up, enjoying the soft skin on my lips as I approached my goal. I could hear Anne's moans as I approached her pussy again, and her hips thrust upward, eager for me to touch the most intimate part of her young, sexy body. I placed my hands on the insides of her legs to keep them exposed to me, and I moved forward, slowly licking along her labia.

"Oh yes, Mr. Muller," Anne exclaimed as her body quivered at my first touch to her young pussy.

I let my tongue slide over her outer labia, licking over her entrance but avoiding touching her clit, letting the anticipation grow. As the moans grew louder, I placed my mouth on her sweet pussy entrance and licked over it before plunging my tongue into her. The musky and sweet taste of her sex overwhelmed me for a moment as I invaded her young body with my tongue, and I paused, my tongue inside her. At the same time, Anne cried out and tried to close her legs against the sudden intrusion, but my strong hands kept her legs spread and her pussy open for me. I enjoyed the control I had over her and began to slide my tongue into her tight pussy and lick inside her hot body.

Soon she was arching her back and screaming my name as I fucked her sweet pussy with my tongue. I knew she wouldn't last much longer and I knew what I could do to make her orgasm even stronger. I withdrew from her pussy and before she could miss me, I pressed two fingers against her glistening pussy entrance. My fingers lightly pushed into her, opening her labia so I could push them deep inside her, deeper than my tongue could reach.

Anne squealed, "Ahhhh, damn, that's good," as I stroked my fingers inside her pussy. I looked up and she was a beautiful sight. Anne had her eyes closed and was playing with her breasts through her top, her mouth was open and she moaned loudly each time I penetrated deep into her young body.

I continued to explore her pussy, my fingers rubbing her pussy walls with each thrust into her, and I soon found the pace that helped her get closer and closer to her orgasm. Now Anne was just murmuring "Yes, yes, yes" in time with the stroking of my fingers inside her. I could clearly see her clit rising from his soft, protective lips.

Gradually her cries got louder and louder and I could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter from my attention. Trying to catch the right moment, I moved my head closer to her while my fingers were still penetrating her tight pussy. Knowing that she was about to come, I suddenly stroked her swollen clit with my tongue. Just this light touch of my tongue on her made Anne climax.

"Ahhhh, I'm cumming, oh yes, oh yes, ahhhhhh," Anne finally cried out as her climax consumed her and her body writhed under my touch. I continued to gently lick her clit as she came, though I had a hard time staying with her with all her bucking and wriggling on my table. I had to hold her slender waist to keep her from moving too far away from me as I continued to lick her sweet pussy. It was such a sexy feeling to know that I had made this young, sexy 18 year old blonde cum so hard and so fast.

Slowly her breathing calmed down and she slumped back on my dining room table. I pulled back, let my fingers slide out of her soaking wet pussy and positioned myself between her legs. I gently grabbed her arms and sat her up. Her eyes were only half open and she seemed content after experiencing such a strong climax. I took her head in my hands and kissed her deeply before stepping back and helping her to her feet.

"Oh Mr. Müller, that was great," Anne finally said to me as she caught her breath. I felt my cock getting hard in my pants and wondered if there would be time for a quick fuck this morning, but I didn't know how much time Anne had left.

Anne clung to me for another minute or two, and I could feel her heart pounding as it gradually slowed. I stroked her soft golden hair and the feel of her soft tits against my chest made me hard and I wanted to carry her to my room immediately, but I resisted the temptation. She regained her composure, looked up and kissed me and smiled at me.

"Thank you, Mr. Müller," she said, looking at her watch. "Oh, I have to go. I hope you don't mind."

My heart sank a little, and my cock wilted as there would be no young pussy for it this morning. "No problem," I managed to say aloud.

Anne disengaged herself from my arms, took her panties off the back of the chair and put them on. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me, "I'll have to make that up to you another day."

"I'll wait," I replied as cheerfully as I could. I knew I was doing the right thing by not taking her now, but I still felt angry and frustrated that I wasn't going to fuck her today. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone, which was on the sideboard.

I picked up the phone while Anne adjusted her outfit and smoothed her top and skirt, running her hands over her luscious young curves.

"Let yourself out, Anne," I said before picking up the phone and pressing the answer button. "Hello, this is Chris Müller."

Anne blew me a kiss and walked to the dining room door, back into the hallway, and I focused on the call.

"Hi Chris, it's Helena, your neighbor," my heart suddenly stopped and I held my breath, thinking how Anne's mother could have found out about us.

I thought about what to do for a moment, but all I could think of was, "Oh, hi Helena."

"I hope you don't mind me calling you, I just wanted to thank you for helping Anne the other night," Helena continued, oblivious to my hesitation.

I breathed a sigh of relief, although my heart was still beating fast. Apparently Helena hadn't noticed that I was with Anne or that I had just given her a wonderful orgasm with my mouth. Now that I thought about it, it actually seemed silly - how could Helena have known what her daughter was up to this morning.

"Oh, that's all right, I was happy to help. Did she talk to you about it?", I replied, angling to find out exactly what Helena thought had happened.

I heard a noise in the room next to me and turned to see Anne standing in the doorway, looking at me and mumbling something. I could just make out Anne asking if it was her mother on the phone, and I nodded at her, giving her back that she could let herself out.

Then I realized that Helena had been talking to me on the phone and I hadn't been listening. Something about Anne being upset with her boyfriend but glad I had talked to her. In response, I just made a noncommittal noise that I hoped would sound good. Helena continued to talk to me on the phone, but I was distracted again because I saw sexy Anne look at her watch, shrug her shoulders and give what looked like a cheeky smile, then walk back into the room towards me!

I gestured quickly for Anne to leave now, pointing to the phone to make it clear that I was busy and she needed to leave, but Anne walked towards me in a way that could only be described as sexy, her hands sliding down her sides, showing off her curves.

"Go away!", I whispered loudly to Anne, not knowing what she was up to, trying to get her to go.

."..Pardon Chris?", I heard Helena ask in the middle of her flow of words about the travails of raising her daughter.

"Um, I'm sorry, Helena. It was a ... Fly that was buzzing around and bothering me." Hoping that sounded plausible, I turned away from Anne so I could focus on talking to her mother. "It was no problem to babysit her the other day, and if you need further help, I'll do what I can," I continued, trying to cover up my mistake.

"It's good to have a helpful neighbor, and I hope I won't need the help too often, but it's good to know I can turn to you," and Helena went on to tell me how many times she had needed help in the past before they had moved near me.

"What!", I suddenly exclaimed, and Helena paused, but the reason for my exclamation had nothing to do with her. I felt hands reach into the front of my pants and hold my softening cock through the clothing, and I hurriedly looked down to see Anne's arms wrapped around me from behind. While I had been on the phone, she had wrapped her arms around me and put her dainty hands on me.

I had a hard time focusing on both Helena and Anne, but I could tell that Helena was asking me something again, and I realized that I had called out loud again. I quickly turned to Anne and forced her hands off me as I quickly tried to cover myself on the phone. "Oh Helena, just another fly here, they must be multiplying. Ha ha," I laughed lamely.

I heard Helena giggle and continue chatting, but I was now watching Anne and my mind and body were confused as to what I wanted. Anne didn't hesitate, however, and slowly knelt down on the carpeted floor in front of me and started rubbing my cock through my clothes again. She lifted her pretty face to look at me and smiled with her full red lips before she began to unzip my fly. My heart was beating faster again, and I was still confused about what to do while I still had Anne's mother on the phone.

"Did you know that Tom is gone again this week?", I heard Helena ask me on the phone.

I was having a hard time concentrating on the call as I watched Anne reach into my boxers, grab my soft cock and pull it out. For some reason I was detached from both events, the phone call didn't seem real and I watched Anne's small, soft hand pumping my cock as if it were someone else's cock being touched. It wasn't that I didn't feel anything, it just didn't seem real.

"Tom?...oh your husband. Uh, no, I didn't know he was gone," I answered Helena on the phone.

And Helena began to explain that her husband was always away on business trips, staying away for up to a week at a time, sometimes on weekends.

While Helena continued to talk on the phone, I watched from a distance as Anne rubbed my growing cock. She bent her head so that her blonde hair fell forward over her chest, and I could just make out her approaching the tip of my cock. Then I saw and felt her soft lips kissing the tip of my cock. At that sight, my feelings returned, and I was no longer detached from the activities in my own dining room.

Anne sat up a little and pushed her shiny blonde hair behind her ears to keep it in place, and she pulled the foreskin firmly back from the swollen tip of my cock. Anne bent over again and enclosed the slick tip of my cock with her small mouth, and I sighed at the warmth of her mouth as she sucked gently on me.

Anne held my thick cock near its base and began sliding her lips up and down my still growing cock, taking more of my length into her pretty mouth with each thrust. Soon I was rock hard and she was struggling to take more than half of my thick cock into her mouth. Now that I was fully erect, I was also quite thick, and Anne's lips were stretched wide to accommodate my cock. Her young mouth was really tight around my sensitive cock and I was in heaven.

"Well Chris?" my thoughts were brought back to the phone to my ear and I heard Helena's question.

"Um, sorry I missed the question," I replied hastily as my thoughts were again torn between Anne's lips on my cock and her mother's voice on the phone.

"Are you okay Chris?" asked Helena over the phone, "You seem distracted."

I figured I was distracted, of course, but I didn't think to tell Helena I was distracted because her daughter was on her knees in front of me giving me a sensational blowjob.

"Sorry, I just remembered something," I replied lamely.

"Oh, that's all right then. I was wondering if I could come by with the cake I baked for you," Helena said.

Come on over! Oh my god! I had my cock in her daughter's mouth and she was coming to see me.

"Um, not now please, I have company coming over soon."

"Oh, maybe later. Even better, Anne's out today and probably won't be back until later, so why don't you come over for dinner later. I hope you like the cake, it's my special recipe." And Helena started telling where the recipe came from and how she had modified it, whereupon I shut down again and surrendered once more to the feel of Anne's mouth on my cock.

Anne looked at me with her big blue eyes, and at that moment she seemed so innocent, even though her red lips encircled my hard cock. Her golden blonde hair framed her pretty young face, and I could hardly believe my luck at having such a beauty suck my cock. The sight of my cock disappearing into her small mouth as she looked at me made me even harder and I felt my orgasm getting stronger and stronger and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Anne clearly felt the change in me and she clasped my thick cock with her two small hands, her delicately painted fingernails shining as she held me tight. She moved her mouth so that only the sensitive tip of my cock was in her mouth, and began pumping my cock with her hands while I felt her tongue licking the sensitive tip of my cock. Anne began to swirl her talented tongue around the edge of my cock and I almost moaned out loud. My balls began to contract, ready for discharge in her warm mouth.

"You can cum anytime you want," I heard Helena say over the phone.

"OK," I sighed, and then "What?" as I realized what Anne's mother had said.

"Come when you're ready," Helena repeated.

And that was it. My first jet of cum shot deep into Anne's mouth and covered her tongue. Anne's eyelids fluttered shut briefly as she got the first jet of my cum, but then she quickly opened her blue eyes and looked up at me as I continued to shoot my cum into her mouth. Anne helped me by pumping my cock with her tightly gripped hands, and her tongue licked over the tip of my cock as I squirted my cum into her willing young mouth. My legs began to shake and I grabbed the table with both hands to support myself as I came hard while Anne's mouth was still sucking on my cock.

The phone fell out of my hand and slid across the table, but I managed to catch it before it hit the floor, and my climax slowly subsided. Anne sank back on her haunches and let my cock fall out of her tender mouth. She looked up at me and smiled a beautiful, sexy smile as I recovered from the powerful orgasm I had just experienced. I watched Anne tilt her pretty head back and swallow my warm cum while wiping her lips with her well-groomed fingers.

I realized I still had the phone in my hand and lifted it to my head.

"Chris? Chris? Are you still there?", I heard Helena ask urgently.

"Um, yeah, I'm still here. I dropped the phone, sorry," I replied, taken aback by what Helena had said earlier.

"Well, I see you're busy, Chris," Helena continued, "so, like I said, come see me when you have time later, and I'll make us something to eat. OK?"

Now I understood what Helena had really said earlier, and felt embarrassed. Suddenly I realized what I had just done. I had been talking to Helena while her daughter had been giving me a blowjob, and then I had even filled her daughter's mouth with my cum while I was still talking to Helena.

In the meantime, Anne got up, gave me a kiss, and walked out the door as if nothing unusual had happened, leaving me alone in my dining room with the phone.

"Ok Helena, thanks for the offer. I'll see you later. I've got to go now. Bye." I heard Helena reply from a distance before I hung up the phone and dropped into a chair with my softened cock still in the air, glistening from Anne's wet mouth and the remnants of my cum.

I smiled to myself, thinking that I had just had the best blowjob of my life with my neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter while talking to her mother on the phone. Life has been good to me. Let's hope it continues to be.

3rd part

Later that same day, I knocked on my neighbor's door, holding a bottle of wine and some freshly bought flowers. It was early evening, and I had come to visit Helena as we had agreed, but I wondered what was on tonight's agenda. Given my recent affairs with Helena's eighteen-year-old daughter, I understandably felt like a fraud. It was especially embarrassing because just this morning I had been blown enthusiastically by Helena's beautiful and sexy daughter. And that's why I was apprehensive about visiting my neighbor for dinner.

My apprehension was interrupted when Helena answered my knock and let me in. Obviously she had gone to a lot of trouble to look good, and it worked: she looked stunning. Helena was naturally good-looking anyway; her daughter Anne had inherited her luscious blond hair and blue eyes from her mother, and she wore subtle makeup and had dressed provocatively.

She wore a low-cut dress that hugged her curvy body and accentuated her silhouette, and the dress stopped above her knees, revealing long legs covered with stockings. I wish I had dressed up a bit more for tonight, but I was reasonably presentable and had at least put on a clean shirt.

I had a fleeting worry that Helena would seduce me while her husband David was away, and I knew it would be too complicated to start an affair with Helena. She was married, I was already screwing her daughter, and there was no way to keep it a secret from each other. A shame, because if she had been single, I would have gladly slept with her. But not under these circumstances.

"Hello Chris, glad you could come," she greeted me, and we exchanged pleasantries as she invited me in.

I took the drink she offered me and stood awkwardly in her very tidy kitchen, trying to carry on a normal conversation with her while she finished the meal. I reminded myself that Anne would be out with friends tonight, so at least I didn't have to deal with Helena and her daughter.

Helena had set the table for both of us in the adjoining dining room, and I helped her carry our delicious smelling meals into the room. It looked like she had gone to some trouble: Plates of fine bone china, champagne glasses, a chilled bottle of wine, and even a few candles in the center of the table.

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," I said, pointing to the table.

"You deserve it, Chris, for all you've done for Anne."

That comment made me hesitate as I sat down. How much did Helena know about what I had done for Anne? Did she know that I had slept with her daughter? Maybe Anne and I didn't need to keep it a secret. It wasn't like I had done anything wrong: We were both single.

"I'm glad I could help," I replied, hopefully ambiguously.

Helena continued as we both sat down, "Yes. She said you gave her great advice about relationships and were a perfect gentleman when she felt so bad."

A gentleman? More like a dirty old man.

Helena continued, "David and I are very grateful for what you did for her. We believe she was afraid of being pressured by her peers to sleep with a man, and she was raised to resist that temptation."

Surprised, I blurted out, "Surely there's nothing wrong with sleeping with the right man! She's eighteen."

"Oh no, not Anne. David has made it quite clear that she is to remain a virgin until she marries. Anne knows she mustn't disobey my husband or she'd get into serious trouble.

Suddenly I was even more worried than before. I tried to defend myself, even though Helena knew nothing about my time with Anne:

"Nowadays brides don't have to be virgins, do they? Life has moved on, you know."

"Don't let my husband hear you say that, Chris! Besides, I was saving myself until our wedding and it never sKevinet me." Helena said it out loud and a little too seriously, as if she was trying to convince herself and not just me. I wondered about Helena's upbringing and her own needs.

"Anyway," she continued, "it's nice to have good company when David and Anne aren't around. A glass of wine?"

She poured us both wine and we began to eat the simple but surprisingly tasty meal. Gradually we both seemed to relax, and as we sat in the glow of the flickering candles with the beautiful Helena, it seemed as if our mutual attraction grew as we talked. She laughed at my jokes, and in return I complimented her on her cooking, her house, and even her choice of clothes.

Soon she was flirting with me quite openly, and I realized that this could get tricky if I wasn't careful. I had already screwed her daughter, and it would be too complicated if something happened with Helena, too. And of course she was married, but judging by some comments about her husband, not everything seemed to be going smoothly in married life.

Helena kept pouring wine during the meal, but I drank slowly, topping it up now and then, but taking care not to drink too much. I knew if I got too drunk I wouldn't be able to resist Helena's increasingly obvious advances, and I didn't want my cock to do the talking. My goal now was to get through dinner and excuse myself so I could leave early.

I wasn't quite sure why I was resisting Helena - it's not in my nature to turn down every opportunity for sex - but I needed to focus on her daughter and how I was going to lose any chance of recapturing her young body. I realized that the increasing wine consumption was affecting my morale, because I had already dismissed the idea of rejecting Helena just because she was married.

As I listened intently to the conversation again, I realized that I had agreed to have a cup of coffee after dinner while I was having this inner moral debate.

As Helena got up to get the coffee, I couldn't help but notice how her tight dress showed off her beautiful curves and how cute her butt was as I watched her walk away. I helped clear the dirty dishes from the table and took them to the kitchen where Helena was making coffee so I could take another look at her gorgeous figure.

She insisted that we not bother with the dishes, although I offered to help, and we went into the living room with our coffees. She was a little wobbly on her feet, which was probably due to all the wine she had been drinking throughout the evening.

We sat down on the couch, and I positioned myself so I wouldn't get too close to her, but I couldn't help but notice that Helena's dress was riding up her thighs and showing more of her beautiful long legs. It was strange that here I was with a beautiful woman who clearly wanted me to push it, and yet I was the one trying to resist. I began to wonder why I was trying to resist. Helena wasn't the only one who had had too much wine.

Maybe I should let the evening take its natural course and make love to her at the end?