The Neighbor's Girl

by JJ Argus

  The Neighbor's Girl

  By JJ Argus

  Copyright 2008

  Electronic Edition, License Notes

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  About the author

  JJ Argus started writing for Star Books more than two decades ago, spinning out 3 novelettes a month for minimal compensation. He later wrote short fiction for Penthouse, Oui, Nugget, and other mens magazines before discovering and being discovered by British publishers. He raised the quality of his work and was published repeatedly by Silver Moon, Chimera, Olympia and Nexus. He has published over 250 novels to date

  All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen.

  Cover photo courtesy of restrainedelegance.com

  Chapter One

  Connie lay in bed for a long time waiting for sleep which wouldn't come. She was naked beneath the blankets, waiting for Peter to get home. He was working late tonight, something he'd been doing more and more often as he concentrated more of his attention on his job and less on her.

  This had made an already difficult situation almost unbearable. Connie and Peter had been married for nineteen years now. They’d been high school sweethearts and he was the first and only man she’d ever had. She’d been a naive young virgin when they’d married at seventeen, ignoring the advise of her mother to wait. Peter had been kind and gentle, and everything she could have wanted in a man.

  Except that, to her astonishment, she had quickly found that she loved sex, that it brought out something wicked and wild and thrilling in her. She had developed a very high sex drive. Peter, unfortunately, seemed to lose interest after the first few months, and try as she might she had not been able to do a thing to bring his almost non-existent sex drive closer to her own.

  At first she had satisfied her urges with simple masturbation, but as time went on she had woven more and more elaborate fantasies and even, daringly purchased, through the mail, a number of sex toys, including dildos, vibrators, and odd shaped devices that twisted, turned and pumped.

  She had had a child, partly in hopes that it would help quench her frustrating sex drive. The girl, Dawn, had been a beautiful baby, and still was, but had done nothing to help her control her sexual impulses. They had, in fact, continued to grow, and with it frustration and anger.

  The sheet was cool across her body, a body she was justifiably proud of. She lay on her back and let the familiar sensual images slide through her mind. Her nipples began to harden against the thin sheet, pushing upwards to make neat little pinpricks in the material. She lifted her hands and let them slide up her belly and over her breasts, squeezing lightly and fingering her stiff nipples, then slid a hand down between her legs and ran it up and down along the outside of her sex lips.

  She heard noises downstairs and felt her hopes rise. Perhaps, if she played him right, Peter might be in the mood tonight. She stroked her full, lush body, her hands sliding over her full breasts and down between her warm thighs.

  She moaned low in her throat and slid a finger along her soft, bare slit, then curled it and eased it down into her warm, damp sex, pumping it lightly in and out. There were more noises from downstairs, then the door opened, light streaming briefly into the room as Peter came in, then quenching as the door closed.

  He undressed in the dark, as was normal, then settled into his half of the bed with a grunt. She reached tentatively towards him, sliding a hand through his hair. He gave a startled oath and turned to her.

  "You're still awake?" he asked redundantly.

  "Uh, huh."

  "You shouldn't have waited up."

  "I didn't mind." She slid her hand down onto his chest.

  "Not tonight, Connie. I'm tired and I have an early meeting."

  "But..."

  "Don't be such a nympho, Connie," he grumbled peevishly.

  She sighed and pulled her hand back. She waited until his breathing was even, then slipped out of bed and padded naked across the room to the bathroom. She closed the door and turned on the light, then stood before the mirror.

  She backed away, throwing her hands up above her, grabbing the curtain rod and pushing out her chest as she posed for the mirror. Her breathing quickened. Why didn't Peter want her? She was as, well, maybe not as beautiful as when they'd first made love, but then she'd only been fifteen.

  Still, she was a beautiful woman. Her silky brown hair fell in delicious loose ringlets down around her shoulders, half covering her face when she pulled it just so... She had an exercise room, and exercised passionately to keep herself in safe - and to ward off her sexual frustration. Her body was firm, slim and trim. She was tall and slender, with good sized breasts that were round and full and hardly sagged at all. Her legs were long and smooth and well sculpted, causing men to crane their necks whenever she wore a short skirt.

  She stooped and pulled open the bottom drawer beneath the counter, the one where she kept her feminine aids, the one Peter would never go near.

  The devices she pulled out would have shocked him if he'd seen them. One was a white plastic tube rounded at the top. The other was a long, thick rubber phallus, very realistic looking, right down to the veins and ridges on it. She sat on the toilet, spreading her legs wide apart.

  She put her right foot up on the side of the tub as she slid the vibrator against her slit and turned it on. A low buzzing sound filled the room and the vibrator purred against her flesh. She closed her eyes and sighed, rubbing the tip up and down her pink slit.

  She slouched lower on the seat, bringing her left foot up off the floor, bringing her knees back against her chest, then spreading them as wide as she could. She rubbed the dildo against her pussy, then began to dip it in and out, the thick head of the rubber cock pushing her pussy lips wide, forcing its way through, then retreating.

  She ground the vibrator against her clit, twisting and rubbing it as her pussy juices began to seep out through the narrow slit and coat the plastic and rubber devices. She applied more pressure to the dildo, pushing it deeper into her moist pussy tunnel as she moved the vibrator over her clit.

  She pumped the dildo in and out, using only the first three or four inches as she slumped lower and lower on the toilet, until her head was pressed hard against the toilet tank and her back was on the seat. She had drawn her knees back against her so her puss and bottom were thrust up into the air and she could look down between her thighs.

  She pushed the dildo deeper into her warm centre, thrusting it a good eight inches through her soft, resisting flesh as she began to rock excitedly on the seat. Her groin burned with heat and her body began to pulse with sexual fire. She whimpered and moaned in pleasure, her pussy sending thrumming sexual heat into her quivering belly.

  She used her left hand to pump the long dildo in and out, in and out, in and out as her right hand rubbed the tip of the vibrator around and around the edges of her swollen clitoris and her breathing grew shorter and harsher. She let her knees fall wider, feeling the tension in her thighs as the tendons stretched. She pumped the dildo in deep now, thrusting harder, grunting at the little ache inside her as she thrust the long, thick plastic cock up into her belly.

  At the same time she let the tip of the vibrator play up and down over her clit, touching it only briefly each time, circling it, sliding it down to play against her wrinkled anal opening, then up to tease her nipples.

  Within two minutes she came, her body lurching and jerking on the toilet seat as she plunged the dildo down deep into her moist hot pit. She felt her body flaring with heat, felt a tight climac
tic energy burst that set her pussy spasming around the pumping dildo.

  She continued to thrust it into her pussy, hardly slowing after the first cum. She worked the dildo even deeper into her tight sex, mashing the rounded head into the back walls of her burning little pussy sheath.

  Her head rolled from side to side against the toilet tank as she churned the dildo down deep into the pit of her belly. Her eyes were narrow slits as she stared down at her hands working the two tools against her moist, glistening wet sex.

  Her mind seemed to float free from her body and she imagined herself to be someone else, watching the groaning, sighing woman on the toilet. She imagined taking the dildo and vibrator and thrusting them down into the hapless, helpless woman, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

  She closed her eyes, trying to imagine that someone else held the sex toys that worked away at her throbbing pussy, trying to pretend she was being used hard, used roughly, that her holes were being brutally violated. She pulled the dildo out of her hot, sucking sex hole and stuffed the vibrator inside, thrusting it deep into her burning slit, gasping at the ache as she drove it deep.

  She reached up to the sink counter beside her, her hand fumbling among the jars and cans until she found what she wanted. She squeezed down on the hand lotion with her thumb and let the slick liquid fall into her hand, then rubbed it over the tip of the dildo. She rubbed her slippery fingers against her anus, circling her puckered hole, then prodded at it, slowly easing her finger inside and pumping it in and out.

  She drew it back and pushed the head of the dildo against her anus, bringing more and more pressure to bear against the crinkled little hole, twisting and turning it. She consciously loosened her anal muscles as she forced the dildo down into her rectum, pumping it in and out, drawing it up and thrusting it down. Her belly felt bloated around the twin cylinders inside her.

  She pushed the dildo deeper, twisting it around as she tried to force her rectum open. She pumped the vibrator faster and faster in her oily sex tube, still pretending it was someone else using the sex toys on her. Her legs bounced in mid-air, her feet up above her head now.

  She forced the vibrator all the way into her pussy, until only the base poked out between her moist sex lips. She left it there as she concentrated on the dildo. She put both hands on the long dildo, pumping it steadily in and out of her anus.

  She'd never had a cock in the anus. Peter would have been shocked and appalled if she'd ever suggested it. She pushed the dildo deep into her rectum, using both hands to pump it faster and harder into her tight round hole. The vibrator continued to buzz away in her sex, and she let her fingers rub occasionally at her clit and push the base of the vibrator towards it.

  She slid a hand down onto her plump right breast and squeezed hard, then moved her finger up against her clit, pressing it hard against the buzzing vibrator. She nearly fainted as the sensations redoubled. Her knees, spread wide, began to rise and fall rhythmically as she whined and whimpered in sexual fever.

  She came, her body thrashing so violently she almost fell off the toilet. Her head rolled back and her eyes glazed over and she grunted repeatedly, pumping the dildo furiously, mashing her clit against the vibrator with almost cruel force. Her body felt like it was shaking apart as the orgasm continued to rip through her.

  Her breath caught in her lungs and her body stiffened a final time before subsiding into trembling quivers and spasmatic twitches.

  Finally it was over and slowly, her back aching, she straightened up, dropping her feet back to the floor and pushing herself back on the toilet. She put the dildo and vibrator away, then slowly made her way back to bed, at last able to sleep

  * * *

  If she hadn't decided to clean the curtains the next day her life might have turned out different, very different. She thought later on how odd it was how such a small decision could throw a life on a completely different track. But though she'd postponed it many times already, that afternoon she was in the guest bedroom upstairs, slowly and carefully pulling the curtains down from the rod.

  She glanced out the window idly, for it was a very nice day. The sun was shining and it was quite warm, though the air conditioning kept it comfortably cool in the house. The sunlight reflected off the calm blue water of their swimming pool, and tempted her to go for a dip. She turned her head resolutely away though, steeling herself to get the job done.

  That was when she saw Ashley.

  She'd seen Ashley many, many times before of course. The girl lived right next door after all, and was one of Dawn's friends. But something changed inside her, something visceral seemed to twist around inside her as she looked down at the girl.

  She'd never liked Ashley, though of course she kept that to herself. But she considered the girl a spoiled little brat, snotty and arrogant and impertinent. But as she gazed down into her neighbour’s yard she wasn't thinking about little Ashley's temperament.

  Little Ashley. Well, she was a small girl, barely over five feet tall and not likely to get much taller now. Still, she was hardly to be pitied, not with the full, lush body she'd been blessed with. It might have been undergrown in one dimension, but the Lord had been generous in all the others.

  She had a sweet round face with big puppy dog blue eyes, long silky blonde hair and perfect, unblemished skin. Connie could see much of that perfect skin from her vantage in the upstairs window. The teenager was lying on her back in her yard next door, stark naked as she tanned.

  Connie could not help but admire the perfect symmetry and form of her full rounded breasts as they sat atop her slender chest. Nor could she ignore the girl's hourglass figure with its almost impossibly narrow waist and wide, womanly hips.

  Ashley's arms were spread back above her head, and her breasts lay like two overturned bowls atop her chest, bowls which almost covered her small chest, the skin stretched taut across them. A small puckered areola sat in the middle of each breast, with a tiny pink nipple at its centre. Ashley’s legs were parted slightly, and Connie was slightly surprised to see she had no pubic hair at all, her shaved sex was amazingly visible.

  The sight of that neat, tight little slit brought a quite definite stirring within her. She felt her breathing getting harsher, strained. She'd never before been attracted to a woman, yet Ashley seemed so - so luscious, so innocently sensual as she lay there in all her natural glory, that it touched something deep within her.

  She knew then that she had to have her. The notion shocked her to the core of her being. She had never been tempted by a woman before but this gorgeous, naked little nymphet affected some part of her being that had responded with violent passion.

  A thought hit her and she hurried away from the window, almost running down the hall to the master bedroom, to her camera. Photography was one of many hobbies she had tried. She was good at it. She liked it. But it was not the substitute for a real life she was searching for.

  She hurried back and moved to the corner of the window, bringing the expensive camera to her eye. The girl’s body glistened in the sun, covered in an oily layer of suntan lotion. She snapped a picture, then another. She zoomed in and sighed inwardly as she snapped a picture of Ashley laying on her back from the waist up, then zoomed out to get her from head to toe. She zoomed in on that sort little slit, admiring it as she snapped a picture, then raised the camera to the girl’s soft face, eyes closed.

  Ashley turned, rolling to her side, and she snapped several pictures. She rolled onto her stomach and the camera moved up and down her body, zooming in and out. She lay back down, and the camera caught her from the side, noting the soft, full breast pillowed out beneath her chest.

  Connie waited, her hand sliding down into the front of her pants, stroking herself. Ashley started to move and she hurriedly brought the camera to her eye again. Ashley got up, and the camera snapped again and again, catching her on all fours, those breasts hanging down below her. And then, gloriously, the girl searched for something - and empty glass. Her body turned and
the camera caught her from behind, catching that lovely, glistening ass and the soft little mound between her thighs as well as that neat little slit with just a bit of pink showing.

  Connie’s breathing quickened as the girl rose to her knees, then stood up. The camera whirred again and again as the girl carried the glass into her house and disappeared.

  How many boys had seen her from behind like that, she wondered. She imagined Ashley on all fours, a boy behind thrusting away, riding her like the bitch she was.

  She waited, and Ashley came back out, the glass full. The camera whirred again and again as she sat down and oiled herself up again, catching the firmness of her breasts as Ashley’s hands moved up across them.

  Connie longed to feel the girl's soft body against her own, to feel those firm, fat breasts in her mouth, against her hands. She wanted to slide her fingers through the long silky hair, and down into the tightness of the dark slit between her shapely thighs.

  More. She wanted - she wanted the girl's head between her own thighs, wanted the girl's mouth, her tongue against her own pussy. She panted, her breathing groaning harsher as she imagined the girl kneeling between her splayed legs, lapping at her hot gash, sucking out her juices.

  This was insane! Ashley was little more than a child, barely out of high school, not much older than Dawn. What if Dawn found out? What if Ashley's parents found out? Besides which the girl was a snotty little bitch.

  Maybe a little spanking would clear that up.

  She didn't know where the thought had come from but her body flushed with heat at the thought of Ashley across her knees, those round buttocks under her hands. Her hand slid into her pants and began to rub against her clit as her mind whirled with ideas.

  Her fingers moved faster and faster as they rubbed against her clit. She pushed her hand deep into her pants, sliding it right down between her legs to cup her pussy from beneath and squeeze upwards. She imagined herself and Ashley in lewd, obscene lesbian embraces, like the ones she'd seen on cable TV.