Nancy the Girl Next Door Ch. 1

Using my thumbs and forefingers, I took hold of the two nubbins and rolled them back and forth. With a breathy exhalation of, "Oh, shit!" Nancy sat down heavily on the end of the weight bench behind her with about three or four inches of the end of the bench (about twelve inches wide) protruding from under her ass between her legs. As I knelt down to follow her movement, her arms came down behind me and I could feel the material of her t-shirt and bra on the back of my neck.

It was almost as if I knew what was coming next. She abruptly pulled my face to her chest and I opened my mouth and swallowed one of those tiny cones nearly to the swell of her chest. I immediately began to suck on the aureole, which was surrounded by my mouth, and to flick at the nipple with the tip of my tongue. Lash, lash, lash, lash; my tongue worked at the stiffly swollen nub in my mouth. I pressed down hard with my lips and her breast bulged into my mouth with the aureole almost touching the roof. My other hand tugged, twisted, rolled and pulled at her other nipple and I could feel her breath rushing in and out of her chest under the demands of my mouth and fingers.

"Oh, Jesus!" came out more than once as I worked on her deliciously tiny tits. From one to the other, never giving either a rest of more than a minute, I worked my lips and teeth and tongue. Her entire chest and neck were flushed red and I felt her spread her legs under her to more easily accommodate her position on the bench. I was ready for my next onslaught, but was she? We would both find out momentarily.

I reached down and put my hands behind her knees, still sucking alternately on her two breasts. I began to slowly lift her knees until it was almost impossible for her to remain upright. She could not retain her balance without pulling my face even tighter against her chest, forcing her nipples deeper into my mouth where they were lovingly punished by my teeth and lips and tongue. She gave up and allowed my hands to slowly lower her back to the bench stretched behind her. Her hands came from behind my head, still wrapped in the t-shirt and bra, and her head ended up just under the bar of the weights on the raised brackets. She was panting and I could smell the beginnings of true sexual excitement in the air directly in front of me.

Her legs were now being held up, perpendicular to the end of the bench, by my hands at the backs of her knees. Her calves and feet hung down and nearly touched my shoulders. I moved to spread them a bit and she resisted. I whispered to her, "You've come this far, Nancy, don't give up now. I promise I shall not hurt you, and nothing will happen that you don't want to happen." That appeared to calm her misgivings as she immediately relaxed and my hands opened her knees and thighs to a point even with my shoulders. I looked directly in front of me and slightly down and there was the treasure of the centuries.

Her pink, satiny panties were wet. The crotch panel was literally soaked through in the center. And I could swear I saw her pussy lips pulsating with the rapid thud of her heart, right through the panties. Before she could recoup her senses, I bent my head and kissed her directly at the top of her mound, on the edge of her pubic bone, and felt the soft mattress of hair beneath my lips and under the thin covering of her panties. Thank God she has not succumbed to the modern practice of shaving her pudenda. I happen to be an aficionado of full bushes and am terribly disappointed when a woman is bare to the skin where it counts most.

I kissed her again and felt her lurch upward with her hips, almost as if by accident, and another "Oh, Jesus!" was blurted out by her mouth. I lowered her legs to the point where her knees were over my shoulders and her calves and feet extended behind me and down my back. I kissed her again, just a tiny bit lower, and felt another lurch. I used my hands to move to the waistband of her panties and began to roll them down her hips. I lifted her hips with my hands – with very little effort, I might add; it was obvious I was being helped in this – and the panties moved down to the tops of her thighs. My mouth was still paying homage to her crotch panel and this forced the panties almost fully into my mouth. What I did was open my mouth and suck in the wettest portion of the crotch as I pulled the panties down her thighs in one motion. I stopped at her knees, sucking and tasting the woman in front of me.

"My God, what are you doing?" she almost whispered as she raised her head to look.

"I'm just enjoying an appetizer, dear thing. And may I say that you are delicious, indeed!"

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I never did this. Are you going to…you know…are you going to …"

"Eat your pussy?" I finished for her; "Of course I am, dear woman. I am going to devour every inch of that delectable morsel that I see in front of me." In point of fact, I couldn't really see her pussy because her panties were between her and me. "Really? Hasn't Mike, or anybody else, ever done this? What about in college? Nobody? I can't believe that!"

She let her head drop down onto the bench and panted, "No, never; nobody ever did it. One time Kristen and I…" and she stopped dead in her tracks, having just realized what she was going to say.

"Oh, one time you and Kristen tried it, but it wasn't really good, right?" I asked.

"No, no, I mean, I did it to Kristen once in high school; but she chickened out and wouldn't do it to me. I didn't talk to her for a month, remember? But I didn't do anything except kiss her on her pants. She was wet from playing with herself with one of the magazines and we thought we'd try what we saw in the pictures, but I guess we both chickened out. Do you think that was gross or disgusting or weird?"

I told her that it was the neatest thing I'd heard her say yet. I told her I often thought about putting my face between Kristen's thighs when I saw her in the summer in her bathing suits in the neighborhood. I also told her that if I had the choice of eating Kristen's pussy and eating hers, it would be hers without a doubt. She asked why and I told her because I knew Kristen shaved hers. I could see it when she used the backyard pool with our kids. It was also obvious, I mentioned, that she did not shave hers. And I liked that.

"Oh, I always thought guys liked shaved…down there…I was going to do it with Kristen once, but I chickened out because I was afraid she would cut me or I would cut myself, and how would I explain that to my mom."

I explained that there were some men who did like shaved pussies – and I exaggerated the word as if to show her it was ok to say it. But I was not one of them. I wanted to know that I was tasting a woman, not a girl, when I put my mouth on her. So, I thanked her with a series of kisses up and down her thighs and 'thank-you's' murmured into her warm, soft flesh.

It didn't take long for me to reach up and remove the panties completely, placing them in my shirt pocket. She looked at that in some alarm and asked what I did that for, and I told her that after today, she may never wish to do this again, and I would need some sort of reminder that it was not a dream. She sighed at that and laid her head back down as my trail of kisses reached her swollen pussy lips and began to lick and suck them with a tender vigor.

She worked on getting her hands loose from the confines of the shirt and bra and put them on the back of my head, pressing just a bit into her, and I told her, "Not yet. The time will come when you will need to do that, but for now, let me control things." She moved them up to the bar above her head and held onto it tightly as I slowly swiped my tongue, flat-sided, from the edge of her anus along the entire length of her clefted lips to the apex of her slit. Her hips rose off the bench and she let out a small shriek with an explosion of breath, and said, "What are you doing to me?"

I spoke directly into her pussy hair as I answered, "My dear little girl next door, I am going to make certain that neither you nor your pussy ever forget this afternoon. I am going to wake you and her up to things neither you nor she has ever felt. I am going to wake you and her to the thought that there is more to life and to love than being stuck full of a piece of meat and shoved around until it shrivels and leaves. I am going to show you and her that she has a life of her own. Relax and let me show you what real lovemaking can feel like. This afternoon, dear one, you are a virgin. Relax and let me be your very first.

While her next reaction was not one of total submissiveness, it was good enough to signal that I should continue. She sighed such a deep sigh, I thought she was expiring right there on the bench. Her entire body went slack and I could feel the pulse in the arteries in her thighs as they pressed against my cheeks. Now, I would make her mine.

I spent the next forty minutes or so choreographing a ballet pas de deux, danced by my tongue and her pussy lips and clitoris. They roamed, they jumped, they leaped into each other; they slowed and loved each other; he stroked, then lashed, then sucked her swollen stiffness; and she rewarded him with an explosion of arousal that he had not expected. The juices let down in the climax of the ballet were as deliciously soft and light as any he had ever tasted in his entire life. He searched deep inside the source of that liquid for more…more…more; and devoured it with slurps and licks and satisfied sighs and groans.

Nancy's body shook as if with a fever several times during the "ballet" and I realized she had become orgasmic while I was paying attention to the blonde buffet table in front of my mouth. How many times had she reached her peak? I had not counted, but it certainly had been three, at least. I slowed my motions and began to lift my head when she clamped both hands to the back of my skull and slammed my mouth deep into her heated chasm. "Oh, Christ, Ed, one more; one more; please; please, I need one more; I'm gonna explode; do it; do it again!" came out of her mouth in gasping phrases. And I obliged her. I renewed my oral attacks on that swollen set of lips that lay in front of me; and I sucked and nibbled and chewed on the rubbery inner pair, now slick and wet from our combined secretions. I used my lips and teeth to pull those lips outside of their protective warmth and moved my head around, stretching them to their limits and forcing Nancy to groan and arch her body into my face to escape the pressure. Allowing them to snap back into their places, I plunged my tongue deep into the slick crevasse between them and lapped at each and every surface attainable, all the while rolling and tugging her engorged clit with one set of thumb and forefinger. And she climbed the canyon wall one more time to release her grip on reality and fall back down, deep down, into the abyss of erotic fulfillment. She came.

Her juices on my face and in my beard were light, sweet, delicate – unexpected, really – and I cleaned every drop, every trickle, every rivulet I could find on every surface of her pussy, stomach and thighs.

And then I stood and leaned over her to kiss her mouth again, allowing my tongue to show her exactly how she tasted. I was rewarded with a soft, murmuring, "hmmmmmm" into my mouth as I did. When I finally released her, I softly whispered, "See, I told you that you'd need to do that sooner or later. Did you like it?"

With that small remark, she began to sob. She cried and put her hands over her face to hide the tears as her small breasts shook with her sobbing. I bent and kissed each of them, sucking them into my mouth and nibbling on her swollen nipples. When I lifted my head, she was looking at me. I asked what she was thinking, and she replied that she had never felt that way before.

I asked about orgasms, and she admitted she had only ever had one while masturbating (and that this practice was terribly guilt-producing for her) but had never reached orgasm with her husband. Not that he wasn't tender and loving; but just that it was over so soon, she could not ever reach any plateau that would get her there.

I sat down on the floor beside the bench and we talked for a few minutes, to allow her to regain some composure. She finally sat up on the edge of the bench and swiveled to face me. I was greeted by a thatch of beautiful blonde hair on her pussy, wet with her previous excitement and my licking, and emanating a most remarkable scent that I could not get enough of. I began to slide my face back between her legs for another course at the buffet, but she pushed me away and said that she was so sensitive right now; she didn't think she could take any more. I spread her thighs as wide as I could and kneeled on the floor between them, pressing my stomach against her slickly-wet pussy and pulling her against me for a kiss. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as we kissed and I stood up with her fastened to my body.

By this time, even a man of my age would be aroused; and I most certainly was. I began to lower her, an inch at a time, without breaking our lip lock. My hands were now under her ass cheeks, cupping her. When I had lowered her some three or four inches, the head of my cock came into contact with the center of her valley through my trousers and she shrieked, "No, Ed! I can't let you do that! We have to stop! Put me down, please!"

And I did. I immediately slid her down along my body, rapidly. My cock found the path of least resistance and slid along the length of her slit and through her hair and wound up trapped between our two bodies as I pulled her against me tightly. "God, it feels beautiful, Ed; but I think we have done enough for the day, don't you?" she asked.

"No, love; I do not. More than anything, I want to feel the head of my cock slide into that velvety playground where my mouth has just found a home. Would you deny an old man that pleasure?"

She giggled again and broke our embrace to walk across the room and gather up her clothing, piece by piece. She was searching for something and I reached into my pocket and lifted her panties (Lauren's, really) out and sniffed at them, then tasted them.

"Oh, God; I always thought that would be so gross! But just seeing you do that to my pants makes me wet all over again. I have to get the hell out of here before I do something I will certainly regret." And she turned toward the door to leave.

I reached out with one hand and turned her to face me. In one smooth movement, I slipped my left hand around her waist and my right hand into her crotch where I allowed the thumb to inspect the folds of her pussy opening. She stiffened, but I was already in orbit, and my thumb sunk itself deep into the steaming circle of flesh that was the girl next door. I pushed my mouth against hers and kissed her while my thumb worked on her inner walls, finding that spot on the front wall where that tiny pad of rough skin held the thousand nerve-endings that would trip the switch on her control. I located it, massaged it, and felt her fall apart in my arms. Her blood pressure was probably sky-high at this point and her breath was ragged in her throat. I lifted her against me with my other arm and kissed her deeply as I massaged her into submission.

Her body overcame her mind and she nearly cried as she again reached that little death of orgasm when your body is totally past the point of holding back, and she erupted against my hand, wetting it with another discharge from deep, deep within her.

She slumped against me as I lowered her to the floor and removed my thumb from her pussy. I gave her the thumb to suck on. She licked it tentatively at first, then opened her mouth and allowed me to insert it and rub it on lips and tongue. "Now, dear; that is what you taste like when you are excited. You liked my thumb there, didn't you? It was your first real orgasm. Now, wouldn't you like something a bit longer and thicker stuffed inside there? Wouldn't you like to look into my eyes while I was sliding my thickness inside you? Wouldn't you like to feel so full that you know you are going to burst? Let me love you, dear thing; let me love you," I whispered to her.

"How? Where will we do it? I don't want to use your bedroom. It wouldn't be right."

I lifted her again and moved to the bench. I turned toward her and removed my shirt and my Topsiders. I used her hands to unbuckle my belt and urged her to unbutton and unzip my pants. She never took her eyes off what she was doing and I kissed the top of her head and urged her on with small murmurs of love. She opened the pants and the fly and took them by the waist and tugged on them until they fell to my feet. I pushed her away and she stepped back. I flipped my pants aside and kicked my shoes out of the way. She was still staring at my crotch. My cock, though not humongous by any stretch of the imagination, was tenting my Jockeys and I slid them down and off in a matter of seconds.

"There, love; take a good look. He is ready for you. I know you are ready for him. What do you think? Will you like it when he is sunk deep inside your wet little hole? I think you will."

"Oh, Jesus!" again slipped out of her mouth. "Mike is not as fat as you….I mean your..your..thing; not that you're fat," she stammered.

I laughed out loud. I told her I knew what she meant and asked about Mike. She said he was just about as long, maybe a half-inch shorter, but my…thing…was at least twice as thick as his. She looked up at me and I actually saw fear in her eyes. "Will it hurt?"

I took both her hands in mine and whispered to her, "My little girl next door, if it hurts, it will be the most delicious pain you have ever felt. Come here." And I sat down on the bench and pulled her toward me. I moved her legs so that they were spread apart and helped her to bend her knees and begin to sit down on my lap, facing me. As she sunk slowly downward, I used one hand to bring my cock up to the direct angle where it would meet with the center of her pussy in another three or four inches.

As she slowly descended, she looked down at the point of juncture and her breath started to come faster. "Relax, love; relax; it will feel so much better if you do," I told her.

She stopped when the head presented itself against her hot lips. I used one hand, wrapped around my shaft, to move the head in circles. I circled around and around, stretching and pulling at her lips and making the surface slick with both her juices and my pre-cum leakings. I found her clit, still engorged and swollen, and flicked it a half-dozen times with the tip of my cock and circled her hidey-hood as well. When I felt the temperature of her pussy lips increase, I knew it was close to the time I would claim her. I held the head directly against her opening and lodged it there. I removed my hand from my cock shaft and used both hands on her breasts, caressing, tweaking, rolling the nipples and finally pinching them rather hard as I humped upward, slipping the fat head between her lips. I could feel her initial resistance disappear and her pussy muscles relax to allow the head to slip inside in one fluid motion.

"See, my little girl next door; this is going to be easier than you thought. I'm already in."

Her eyes flew wide, because I truly believe she did not realize I was inside her. "Oh, no, you're…"

"Fucking you," I finished for her, and used an upward motion of my hips and a downward pull of my hands on her breasts to sink the remaining inches inside her. Tight? Absolutely! Heated? Of course! But something else. I could feel the walls of her pussy chamber sliding along the head and the shaft of my meat. I had never felt anything so lovely. I was in a wet velvet grip and did not ever want to be let go.

I let up on my own pressure and she sank down of her own accord until her pussy hair was enmeshed with mine and she was flat against me with not one fraction of my cock shaft still showing. She started to speak and I swear it came out as a purr. "I did it! Jesus Christ, I did it! We're fucking, aren't we Ed? I'm now committing adultery. And I'm loving every minute of it. Are you going to fuck me, Ed? Are you going to come inside me? I could get pregnant, you know. I'm not sure if I should take the chance."