by Notty Nikki
My free hand slid between my legs. I ran my fingers over my bald punani before putting a couple of digits up my crack. I finger-frigged myself furiously for several minutes, and was rewarded with a spine-tingling orgasm.
When I looked over across the courtyard, I got another thrill: The guy was now slowly stroking his one-eyed snake while watching the fuck-flick. Suddenly, I had an idea. I knew the phone number to that apartment, since I’d spoken to the previous couple several times about our community crime-watch program. I dialed the number, hoping it hadn’t been changed yet. My heart started beating faster when I saw the guy across the yard pick up the phone!
“Hello,” he said.
“Listen carefully,” I began. “I live in the apartment directly across the court-yard from you. I’ve been watching you for the past half-hour. You’ve got the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen, and I just finished masturbating while staring at your beautiful boner. I’m right over here.”
With that I turned on a small lamp on an end table so he could see me. “Wait a minute, don’t go away,” he said over the phone. He left the room for a second and then returned with his own pair of binoculars.
He picked up the receiver, saying, “Oh, yeah. You’re not bad yourself. Do something for me.”
With a wicked grin, I picked up the dildo I always use on myself and slowly pushed the tip of it past my pussy lips. My naughty neighbor responded by pulling his bikini briefs all the way off. He stood there with his big beef stick waving in the breeze, then began to slowly massage it. I pushed the plastic penis substitute all the way up my snatch and started to fuck myself as my “date” boxed his one-eyed champ.
The sight of his gorgeous cock flesh inspired me as I shoved the dildo in and out with long, slow strokes. I felt like the dirtiest, most shameless bitch on the planet — and I loved the feeling. My mouth fell open, and I licked my lips while looking directly into the handsome stranger’s eyes.
We were both getting off on our public display of passion, which was plainly visible to anyone in the courtyard or one of the other apartments, but we were too crazed to care. My flaps were on fire as I crammed the dildo into my dripping gash faster and faster. I dropped the phone as I frigged myself, and the handsome hunk across the way did the same. Even without my field glasses I could tell he was in ecstasy. I saw him suddenly tense up and then orgasm.
His ropy, creamy cum shot out of his cock and spurted in a high arc onto the window. I was amazed at the amount of semen he sprayed. Seconds later, I came too, my snatch spunk drenching the dildo.
Since then we’ve performed for each other often, and it’s only a matter of time before one of us initiates a move toward real physical contact.
SURROGATE DADDY
I recently moved into a quiet suburb on the outskirts of Chicago. For the most part, things here are rather tame, except for my next door neighbor’s eighteen year old daughter. My bathroom window looks out onto her bedroom. She’s got a delicious pair of tits and a body about as tight as they come. I didn’t think she could see me watching, but she must have, because one night she took off her baby-doll pajama top and held up a piece of paper with a phone number.
I didn’t see the girl again for a couple of weeks, but I kept thinking about her pink baby-doll pajamas and pigtails. So one evening when I was reminiscing about the little game we had played, I gave her a call, and we made a date for the next evening. As soon as I asked to come over, she wanted to know if we were going to “play house”. I told her that was the very first thing that popped into my mind when I thought about her.
I decided to go all the way with my “father” role this time, so I put on a sport coat and tie. To complete my fatherly image, I even dug out an old corncob pipe that was stashed in a junk drawer. I had expected to see her in baby-doll pajamas again, but instead she had on saddle oxfords and white knee socks, a short, pleated navy-blue skirt and white blouse — like part of a Catholic schoolgirl’s uniform. Her brown hair was in pigtails once again, but this time she tied them up with red ribbons.
Although we were both in our costumes, and we both knew what was eventually going to happen, I didn’t know what the next step in the game would be. I was hoping she’d make the first move, and she didn’t disappoint me. She invited me to sit on the couch and brought in a chilled martini for me, and as I sat back to sip it, she slipped off my shoes and began rubbing my feet. She kept her legs together, but her skirt was pulled up enough for me to see a lot of her slender, well-formed legs. My cock was twitching, and I wanted a chance to see up her dress.
The chick stopped rubbing my feet and then sat modestly on my lap. As she removed my tie, she started talking about her “real” daddy, who had divorced her mother about five years ago. She told me she had never gotten to sit on his lap, or fix him a drink or do any of the things she had wanted to do for him because, even when her parents were married, her father was never home very much. She had always missed her father, and until I came along nobody took her seriously when she wanted to “pretend” to be a little girl.
As she was telling me this, she helped me out of my sport coat and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt so she could run her hand over my chest. I didn’t care what she wanted to pretend, as long as I was getting the real thing. I wanted to stuff my hand up her skirt and grab her twat, but I was still excited about playing the game with her, so I began casually brushing her knees and the lower part of her thighs. She straightened one leg, and the stretch of white, clean-shaven flesh between the hem of her skirt and the top of her knee sock drove me wild.
Soon I was no longer casually brushing her legs, but caressing them in an overtly sexual manner with my fingertips and the palm of my right hand. My left hand was rubbing her back, and on one stroke I could feel the strap of her bra. It surprised me at first — I had never seen her wearing one — but then I remembered that it was all part of what a young girl would wear. I looked forward to taking her bra off and wondered if I could unsnap it with one hand.
Then, in a little girl’s voice, she said that I looked tired and should lie down for a while. She got off my lap and headed for the bedroom. I whipped off my shirt as I stood up, and undid my trousers as I walked to the bedroom. While I was sliding them off, she leaned over the bed to pull the covers down, and when I stooped to pull my pants over my feet, I caught a glimpse of the white cotton panties cupping the cheeks of her ass. I hadn’t been this excited about a chick with her clothes on for a long time.
When she turned around and saw that I was wearing only my undershorts, she grinned slightly and seemed to blush. She told me she would get ready for bed too, and sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled one foot up on the bed to untie her shoe. Her legs were still close enough together, and her skirt sufficiently covered them, that I couldn’t get a good beaver shot. I got down on my knees and took her other shoe off, then pulled both stockings off and stared directly up her skirt at the crotch of her white panties. I had intended to pull them off and dive into her delicious cunt when I finished with her socks, but she stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, turning slightly away from me as if she were embarrassed. After she slipped her blouse off, she turned again to show me how the bra covered her firm, young tits. Stitched on between the cups was one of those little pink flowers that girls’ bras always used to have.
While I was taking this in, she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. There, in pigtails, white bra and panties, was the picture of a perfect eighteen-year-old lass, about to be de-flowered by the man of the household.
Maybe because I was so excited, it didn’t seem like we were playing a game anymore. She looked like a kid — and I wanted to fuck her, to show her how it was done. I was shocked when I realized what I had been thinking, but my hard-on was straining against my briefs, and when she started to reach behind her to unfasten her bra, I told her to stop. I wanted to uncover those tits. I realized what she had meant about people not taking her seriously when she played the
part of a little girl.
She came over and sat next to me on the edge of the bed. I felt her tits through her bra, which was almost like a new experience for me, and then I reached behind her and, with one shaky hand and a little trouble, unhooked it. I slowly pulled the straps over her shoulders, and she sat there quietly staring at me as I bared her boobs. Then she lay back on the bed, with her legs together and bent at the knees, leaning slightly to one side.
She was an eighteen-year-old girl, I thought, as my very shaky hands reached for the waistband of her panties to pull them off. Once they had passed her mound — clean-shaven, smooth and smelling of baby powder — I just about ripped them from her beautiful body. I had barely gotten them past her feet when I plunged my face between her legs and began to lick her young flesh.
She asked me to play with her tits first and, although it was a struggle, I pulled myself away from her pussy and began cupping her breasts in my hands and darting my tongue out to lick each nipple. Then I took one nipple between my lips and slowly began sucking more and more of her tit into my mouth until I had all I could handle. I repeated this practice with her other tit as I reached down to feel her soft, hairless cunt.
Her twat pressed up against my rubbing hand, and when I slid two fingers into her dripping wet gash, she began to pump against my hand even harder. I wasn’t going to let my fingers get all the good action, so I raised myself over her and told the girl to part her cunt so I could stuff my prong into her. She was the picture of innocence-turned-hot, her flushed face framed by her pigtails laying on the pillow and her body looking firm and untouched. I wasn’t shocked this time when I saw the image. I was hot to fuck this “young girl.”
I slowly pushed my prick inside her, and the warm, wet meat swallowed up my dork as if I had plunged it into a jar of warm peanut butter. I had planned to build up my pumping from a slow start, but the sensations all over my cock forced me to pound into her as wildly as if I were climaxing. When she started to claw my back, moaning loudly and humping her ass up off the bed, it signaled my balls to release the flood of sperm that had built up there. As I shot my load, it felt like my entire insides were coming out, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all. It was fantastic!
Afterward, neither of us said much about our lovemaking, except that it had been good. I think we were both embarrassed about playing “daddy and little girl,” much like the humiliation and guilt young boys feel after beating off. No one else will know, but we have been taught that it’s wrong and that we had broken one of society’s rules.
On the way home that night I told myself that the girl and I hadn’t done anything wrong because we were legally old enough to fuck. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t any different than a guy getting off on a woman wearing sexy lingerie or something like that. But the “kid” part of it still bothered me.
A little more than a month after our previous encounter we ran into each other at a local bar. Since we were both alone and horny, we decided to have a toss in the sheets. We went to my place this time, because I hoped that by being somewhere else I wouldn’t feel so guilty.
After we got inside, we didn’t waste any time on the preliminaries. We headed straight for my bedroom, peeling off our clothes as we went. At the bed we stripped off our last few garments and hopped in the sack. We began kissing and caressing each other.
I hadn’t been laid in about a week, and I knew what a good piece of ass this chick was, but this foreplay still didn’t give me a hard-on. I moved my head down and began teasing her nipples with my tongue while my hand rubbed her stomach and moved toward her twat. Her cunt hairs had started growing back, but were still short and thick. When my hand touched her crotch, I pulled away at first. I hadn’t expected to find any hair there at all.
None of this seemed to be getting us anywhere, so I turned around and got on my side and pulled her cunt up to my face. I started licking it, and the girl took my limp dork into her mouth, lapping it with her tongue to make it hard. This action continued for a few minutes, but neither of us seemed very excited.
Finally she got up from the bed, took my hand and led me into the bathroom. There she picked up my shaving mug, worked up a lather and asked if her “daddy” would help her shave. My cock tingled, and I realized there was no use fighting the urge.
While she sat back on the toilet seat with her legs spread, I grabbed the brush, smeared lather all over her bush and delicately shaved it clean. Of course, I also used this opportunity to finger her snatch. By the time I washed away the excess foam from her mound, we were both hot and ready, but she made me wait until she pulled her hair into loose pigtails.
I sat down on the john and watched her make the final change from woman to little girl, and realized I didn’t have anything to feel guilty about. In fact, this little game made us both feel a hell of a lot better than when we stayed away from the “taboo.” I figured, society be damned; we were going to enjoy sex.
I had her sit down on the john again, told her to open her mouth and close her eyes and said I would give her a lollipop. She smiled a little but did as I told her. When she was ready, I stuck the head of my cock in her mouth, and she began to lick and suck on it. I took her pigtails in my hands and pulled her face closer. At this point she reached up and started caressing my balls. I looked down and saw my prong being swallowed up into her young face.
When I was as hard as I could get, we went into the bedroom, and I had her lie down so I could lick her from her head to her toes. My tongue covered every inch of her body, saving her cunt for last. Then I licked the spot I had shaved earlier, running my tongue along her slit, working it deeper and deeper each time. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers so I could get directly at her clit, and her excitement increased as I sped up the pace of my lapping until she pressed her mound hard against my mouth. She shuddered all over.
Next I had her get on her knees and face away from me, and I slipped my cock into her tight hole from the rear. On my knees, I angled my thrusts so that my prick rubbed across her cut as I went in and out, and before long we were both shaking and pumping our way to great climaxes.
Later, while we were cleaning up, we talked about our little game and decided that since we were old enough to know what we were doing — and we both liked it — there was nothing wrong with what we had done. Since then, we’ve gotten together a lot, not always playing “daddy’s little girl,” but not afraid to play it when we want the ultimate in sex.
I hope that other people who get off on harmless sex games don’t let society’s bullshit hinder their good time.
SERVICE FOR THREE
I’ve never really considered myself a writer. As a matter of fact, I’m a successful engineer for a large firm in Ohio. But recently I had an experience that I feel is worth sharing with your readers.
My wife, Debbie, had always wanted a house-keeper. To her a maid would be a symbol of our financial position. I was reluctant to hire a housekeeper, though, because I suspected Debbie of carrying on afternoon affairs with another man; having a maid would allow her even more free time to fool around. But after mulling it over, the thought of having another woman in the house turned me on; so I agreed to my wife’s request.
Debbie told me she would call a domestic agency. Within a few days an applicant came to the house. Her name was Jennifer, and she appeared to have a very courteous and dignified air about her. She was short, like my wife, with long black hair that seemed wild and unruly in comparison with her quiet personality.
The thing about Jennifer that really caught my attention, however, were the fantastic legs I saw beneath her brief maid’s outfit. They were sleek and slender and were covered by a pair of black-mesh stockings. What a knockout! For a moment I wondered whether Debbie wanted to get me interested in the maid so I wouldn’t be concerned about her own infidelity.
After Jennifer started working for us, though, something seemed to set Debbie off like a firecracker. She became an absolute maniac in the bedroom. Ev
ery evening when I returned home from the office, Debbie would go to work on me. It all seemed too good to be true. Although in the past we’d enjoyed sex fairly often and in different ways, it was only after Jennifer’s arrival that Debbie became a supersexual animal.
Debbie‘s sexuality wasn’t the only thing that changed. Her sense of femininity had been enhanced as well. Her eyes, which had seemed tired and dull prior to Jennifer’s arrival, now appeared to glow with excitement. In short, she seemed much more attuned to her womanhood. The change in Debbie was remarkable; yet I still had the aching feeling she was trying to cover up her adulterous affairs. I really cared for Debbie, and that’s why my stomach got tangled up in knots when I thought about her fucking some other guy.
I realized that the only way I could ever know for sure whether Debbie was having a midday affair would be to catch her in the act. So one day I called her up during my lunch hour to make sure she was home. She answered the phone in her usual calm voice and told me she’d be staying home all day long to supervise Jennifer’s housework. I didn’t believe that bullshit for a moment. It wasn’t desperate paranoia on my part, just a husband’s intuition. I had to get a look at what was going on behind my back; so I hurried home and snuck inside through the basement door.
As I carefully walked up the stairs to the kitchen, my entire body shook in nervous expectation. Then, as I approached the staircase leading upstairs, I heard some voices in the guest bedroom. My suspicions were right! I felt a sense of rage — although mostly I felt sick to my stomach. I quietly tip-toed up the steps, stopping just outside the bedroom door.
What I heard shocked me. Debbie, speaking in a very authoritative voice, was saying, “I know what you want, but you’ll just have to wait, you cunt! Have you finished the cleaning yet?” Obviously, she was talking to Jennifer, but her tone was totally out of character. Then I heard her speak again.