Charming Neighborhood

The early autumn breeze gently swept the blonde hair from her face. Her blue eyes, high cheekbones, pert little nose and luscious lips came into view as the wind swept her hair passed the back of her soft shoulders. A white skin tight dress held by two shoulder straps accented her lightly tan skin. The dress hugged her narrow waist and her flared hips. Her hem wrapped around the middle of her thighs, her toned legs stretching down into snowy white heels.

Walt looked through binoculars from his bedroom window as Melinda walked down the sidewalk of his street. He saw the blonde hair flow with the breeze. Bright blonde on top but light brown underneath. It was as though the sunlight gleamed upon her head, but a darker side lay close to her. Walt knew that was true.

He zoomed in on her breasts. Each one more than a handful, but firm with youth. The outline of a bra showed slightly through the material of her dress, but he knew they could stand on their own. He could see them bounce slightly with each step rubbing each other in her deep cleavage.

The high heels lifted her body so the top of her head would touch an average sized man's chin. Without the heels, he would be able to look down on her and place his hands easily on her shoulders.

As she drew closer, Walt looked at her pouty lips that had a touch of lip gloss. He imagined pressing his mouth against hers, swirling his tongue passed her white teeth and her responding with a long kiss and embrace. His hands would roam down her back to the top of her round backside. Each globe pushed up by her heels. He would feel the warmness through her dress and firmly squeeze her feeling the toned, yet soft flesh of her young body. Her nipples pressed into his chest.

Quick, Walt thought to himself. She is about to reach her house. He put the binoculars down and ran downstairs from his bedroom out to his front porch. Trying to look casual he opened the front door and stood by the railing.

Melinda noticed him as she walked by and hoped she would not have to talk to him. She thought him to be a fairly handsome man in his mid thirties. His clothes always pressed and his black hair cut short and combed neatly.

He suspiciously always seemed to be outside his house when she came home. As they engaged in idle conversation, he was always checking out her body. She felt him leering at her breasts and butt. She was used to men ogling her, but Walt's gaze suggested he was doing more than getting a good look. He was undressing her and taking her.

"Hi, Melinda" Walt called.

She looked up, her face framed by golden strands of hair. Her thighs partly spread and her big boobs pointed toward him. "Hey, Walt" She called back.

"Hey come on over her, Melinda. I need to talk to you about something."

Melinda hated the thought of being near him. "Gotta hurry." She said. "Just got back from work and need to get changed."

Walt knew she would decline, but he was ready. "I wanted to talk to you about the party you had the other night."

Just nineteen years of age, Melinda still lived at home but her parents were away for the summer and would soon be returning. A few friends had come over Saturday. The drinks were flowing even though they were all underage. Then a few more friends came over. Her parents had told her no parties and although they did not mind her having a drink or two they would not be happy about their house being filled with drunk teenagers.

"Why don't you come up here and we can talk about it?" he said motioning for her to come up onto the porch.

She hesitated then said,"Sure." His house had an iron fence around it that came up to about Melinda's waist. There was a gate in front of the walkway to his house. As she bent over to lift the latch Walt stared into her deep cleavage. Once in, she turned to close the latch treating Walt to a full view of the globes of her rear encased in the stretched cloth of her dress.

Walt watched as she strutted up his walk and steps. He could see the lovely part in her blonde hair and the delicacy of each movement as she navigated his steep steps. She held a lovely ivory colored purse to her side. As she got to the last step, her high heel twisted and she held her arm out with the purse to balance herself. She leaned forward and thought she would fall, but Walt caught her. Wrapping his arm around her lovely waist and holding her to him.

"Whoops" Walt said. He breathed a whiff of her beautiful scent. A freshness with a hint of sultry perfume. It fit her looks perfectly.

Melinda felt his taught body up against her side. His pressed shirt against her ribs. Although he was thin he was fit. Like he did calisthenics regularly. Looking up she thanked him. With his hands still around her waist he led her into the house.

As she walked inside, Walt admired the sway of her ass in the dress that fitted her like a second skin. White innocence bursted from her, as she stepped into his lair.

Walking ahead of him, she noticed the neatness of the living room. A black leather couch and a matching reclining arm chair. A leather ottoman or bench in the middle of the room. Also black leather, the ottoman was about two feet wide, three feet long and two feet high. Next to it was a lush black bear rug in front of a roaring fireplace.

Melinda was surprised she had never seen Walt with a woman, because his place had the look of a romantic, bachelor pad. Perhaps coming in here wouldn't be so bad she thought to herself.

"How about some sherry? I know you drink. I could see from the other night." Walt asked.

"Sure." Melinda's heels clicked on the wood floor as she walked to the middle of the room. She decided to sit on the leather bench near the fire. The smell of the burning wood and its radiant flame comforted her, but she was still on edge about wandering about Walt's intentions. Sitting down, she kept her knees together.

Walt admired her slender ankles propped up in her white heels. His view drifted up her toned, tan calves to her knees. They were pressed together not allowing him to look up her dress. He imagined the beautiful valley of her thighs leading into her womanhood.

"Here you go" Walt said handing Melinda a crystal glass filled with brown sherry. She accepted the glass leaning forward. Standing above her Walt was treated to a delightful view of her cleavage.

He stood next to her, his waist at eye level to Melinda. She couldn't help but look for a bulge in his crotch wandering how big his penis would be. He was tall, thin and a little rugged perhaps his cock was the same way. Stop that, Melinda thought to herself. Get those images out of your mind. He is your neighbor more than a decade older than you. You can't have sex with him.

"So tell me about that boy at the party." Walt said.

"Which boy?" She knew he meant Rick.

Walt touched the side of her blonde hair and placed it behind her ear. Then he caressed the side of her face and put his hand under her chin. Lifting her face up to look at his, he stared into her blue eyes.

Melinda felt his soft touch and looked up into eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. They peered straight through her. She tried to look away but his hand held her face firmly. Walt stared in her eyes as you would a child forcing her to tell the truth.

"That was Rick." She said.

"Seems like you to are quite close. That was quite a show you put on with him on the back porch."

Although very drunk at the time, Melinda remembered the moment very well. Rick was leaving the party through the back door. She wanted him to stay. He was going to his girlfriend's house. Melinda wanted Rick to be with her. She hated Eve, his girlfriend, and wanted to steal him away from her. Not so much because she loved Rick, but more as a conquest over Eve.

Walt released his hand from Melinda's face. She gazed at nothing, but he could tell she was remembering.

Melinda thought I am so much better looking than Eve. More buxom, soft to touch, I have a body built for sex. What does Rick see in her?

"You seemed to like Rick. Your actions were in full view under the porch light. You seemed to throw yourself at him." Walt said looking down at her.

Melinda's eyes burst open and looked up at Walt. Her neighbor must have seen her. They were on the back porch and the light was on. How could she forget to turn it off?

Probably because she was so turned on at the time. She remembered leading Rick out the back door so no one from the party could see them, unaware of the wandering eyes of her neighbors. She forced a kiss onto Rick plunging her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her butt and felt up her back. She remembered opening her shirt and letting her naked breasts press against his chest. Rubbing her nipples against his flannel shirt, her whole body began to heat up. He then said, he had to go. No, No she replied.

Then she sat on the edge of a chair and pulled Rick's hips towards her. The porch light illuminated her luscious firm breasts. She looked up at Rick and asked him how he could possibly leave this behind. She was his for the taking now and forever.

Rick bent down and kissed her. I have to go Melinda he said. As he tried to walk off, Melinda pulled his belt and unzipped his fly. She pulled his cock out and began to lick it. Her tongue circled the knob. It was semi-erect but her tongue worked to change that. Rick wanted to go, but let her have her way with his dick.

Melinda massaged Rick's balls with one hand and jerked his shaft with the other. The head of his cock growing with the swirls of her tongue. He began to push his cock in and out of his mouth. Melinda looked up with pleading eyes and his dick her mouth. He figured what the hell. Putting his hand behind her head he plunged his cock in further. Her tongue lashed under his shaft. Rick slowly pulled back feeling the tight seal of her lips around his shaft.

As Rick fucked her mouth, she continued to look up at him. Then with one hand she began to massage her crotch. Playing with her pussy through her denim shorts. She could feel her cunt getting wet as saliva dripped from her mouth.

Then Rick pushed his cock all the way in and held it. The head pushed against the entrance to her throat. As Melinda massaged his balls, she felt his hot, salty spunk flow through the shaft of his penis and spurt into the back of her throat. She dutifully swallowed every drop.

Rick pulled his dick out of her wet entrance. Melinda licked the juices from his cock and began to rub her delicate hand over the head. Then, she stroked his slick member. Her pussy was dripping wet and needed a good fuck.

Melinda asked if he was ready to slide his dick in her. Rick realized he was late and Eve question where he had been. He put his penis back in his pants and without so much as a word, walked off the porch. Melinda remembers the feel of defeat as he left into the night.

"More sherry?" Walt said to Melinda waking her from her thoughts.

"Sure." He poured her another glass and this time she gulped it down. The fire and the sherry warmed her body.

Walt filled her glass again still standing above her.

"I have to go." She tried to stand up but her slightly drunken state caused her to wobble a bit on her heels. Walt put his hand down on her shoulder gently holding her then guiding her back down to her seat.

"You tried hard the other night, but didn't get what you wanted. Must be frustrating?"

"Yes, it was." She sipped the sherry breathing in a whiff of its sweet smell.

"Now your parents are going to know everything. Do they know about Rick? Better yet, do they know about how you tried to win him over?"

She looked up. "How would they ever find out? Even if you told them, they wouldn't believe you"

"Well, Melinda that scene on the porch was so hot. So lustful, I couldn't help but keep it for posterity."

With that he used a remote to turn on the wide screen tv above the fireplace. There in high definition was Melinda sitting on the chair of her porch with her breasts out in full view and a dick in her mouth. Pushing the button on the remote he scanned through many pictures which showed her bobbing head on the cock and one arm in between her legs obviously massaging her crotch. None of the pictures showed the face of the person she was blowing. This made it seem like she just needed a cock and would take any man that came by.

With that Melinda stood up in fury. "You took pictures. How could you? That is perverted."

"I couldn't resist. I am good photographer don't you think?"

With that she turned to run from the room and out of the house, but the toe of her shoe hit the leg of the ottoman. The glass of sherry fell from her hand and spilled onto the beer rug. Continuing to fall face first, both hands hit the top of the bench. She was now bent over at the waist with her ass jutting out towards Walt.

Seeing her butt stretching her tight dress. Her high heels pushing each cheek up and the long valley of her legs forming a v under the hem, Walt could control himself no longer. He pounced on Melinda grabbing her by the waist and slamming his crotch into the back of her ass.

Melinda fell head first, but Walt pulled her back up by the waist and stood her straight up. His hands then cupped her breasts kneading her magnificent globes through her dress and bra. She felt his fully hard cock through his pants nestled in the crack of her butt. The underside of his shaft pressed her dress in between her cheeks.

Instinctively she tried to scream, but Walt through his glass down shattering it on the wood floor and covered her mouth. With the other hand, he took a fistful of her hair and forced her to look at the images on the screen. One after another of her wantonly sucking some stranger's dick.

"You want to scream. Go ahead! These pictures will reveal the slut that you are. Always on the lookout for any man. Some man to suck and fuck. Everyone will know that you use that killer body of yours to get what you want."

Seeing the images and hearing his words, she began to feel this was all her fault. She had teased men and tried to get what they wanted by using her hair, her tits, her legs and her pussy. Although still on edge, she stopped moving.

Walt sensed that she had calmed down. He released his grip and stood behind her. He looked at her back from head to toe. Her ass jutted out from her tight dress and he could see the toned calves of a teenager with sluttish white heels.

He put his hands on her waist and slowly brushed it with his fingertips. The soft touch calmed Melinda down. Gently his fingers caressed her toned stomach and reached up to her breasts. She admitted to herself that he knew how to touch a woman. Make her feel safe and secure.

Walt pushed his crotch against her shapely ass. Leaning forward his stomach pressed her back and then his face went into the hair by the back of the neck. To Melinda, his taut body felt like a reptile uncoiling. Then its long tongue reached out and licked the back of her neck. His tongue on that soft spot made her body start to fall limp but Walt held her firmly. She had thought she was going to be raped, but now she began to feel more like he was making love to her.

Walt whispered in her ear. "Do you enjoy this?"

Melinda was still not sure if she wanted him to go further but she felt she must please him. She did not want anyone else to see those pictures. "Yes..very much." She murmured.

"Say it louder so I can hear you better." He purred in her ear.

"Yes, I am enjoying this."

"Do you like when I touch your breasts?" Walt said while he reached down into her cleavage and held the full flesh of her right breast caressing the nipple with his finger. Her nipple began to harden and with his tongue brushing the back of her neck, her resistance began to subside.

"I like it."

"Like what?"

"I like it when you touch my breasts"

"Do you like the feel of my cock pressed against your ass?" He said, slightly humping his dick between her butt cheeks.

"Yes." She gasped as the shaft of his penis moved up and down the crack between her butt cheeks. "Yes! I like your cock against my ass."

She began to realize she was not with a teenage boy, but a man that knew a woman's soft spots. Melinda also felt older. More like a mature woman who could admit how she felt about sex. With that thought she heard his pants fall to the floor.

She tried to look behind her, but he pushed her face back to look at the screen. Picture after picture of the teenage girl trying to get adolescent revenge. Melinda thought that girl seemed to be slipping away now.

Walt lifted up the back of her dress and admired her white thong. The string divided the round globes of her ass. He bent down between her legs and glared at the white patch of garment just barely covering the folds of her pussy. So young and fresh he thought, as he blew a soft breath up between her legs. Melinda responded by shifting her heels. He could see bits of moisture on her cleft with lovely lips hanging down.

He stood up and placed the engorged head of his erect penis against the triangle of her thong. Pushing his hips forward he rubbed the material into the folds of cunt. This also pulled on the string of the thong pressing it against the crack of her ass.

Melinda let out a gasp and almost lost her balance. Steadying her self, she felt the long hard cock thrust in and out between her legs. The thong material balled up near her clitoris so the strokes began to start a fire in her pussy. Her juices fell onto Walt's cock enabling him to glide it more smoothly and quickly which increased their pleasure.

With an arm under her breasts, he pulled her more closely to him and with the other arm nudged her legs together. She fell completely back against him for support. The grinding in her crotch made her go limp and now with each pump of his cock her whole body rocked like a dancing doll.

With legs pressed together and his cock lubricated with her juices, Walt put both arms around her flat stomach and began pounding between her legs. With each stroke he could feel her pussy lips clench the top of his penis. His crotch bounced off the back of her ass causing it to jiggle with each violent stroke. Holding her slightly bent over he thrust back and forth with all of his might. A few times his dick would slide into her hole but he would pull back and thrust it between her legs.

Melinda was moaning with pleasure. With each thrust, she began to mutter, "Oh, Oh, Oh My God, Oh!"

Her pussy was dripping. She felt his cock enter her a few times and hoped he would keep it in but he would pull back out frustrating her. Then the head would hit her clit followed by the shaft. She clamped her legs together trying to keep it in place.

"Oh, No, No" She said as her pussy gushed onto his member and the walls of her thighs.

Each time he pulled back, she opened her crotch slightly hoping the return of his cock would fill her hot hole. When it did slide in she would focus on tightening it so it would not come out, but he would yank it back.

"Do you like my cock?" Walt yelled.

"Yes. I love your cock. Please give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Make me come."

"Do you want my cock inside of you. Do you want me to fuck you over and over like a cheap slut?"

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me like a whore!" Melinda put her hand down to her crotch and tried to push his violating member into her hole but whenever it broke through he pulled it out. "Please stop teasing me. Put it in."

"Where?"

"In my cunt. Please, fuck. Put it in!"

Holding her cupped hand in between her legs forced the head of his penis to hit her clit. She pressed it against her love button and Walt did not pull back but instead used rapid short strokes. Melinda held his cock head against her nub as it hammered back and forth.