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Darcy 1 (Mg, (inc-fath dau, oral, force)
By Shadow Cleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com or http://www.asstr.org/~shadowcleric)
This is actually a story I wrote a few years back, but deleted it and am
now
just getting around to rewriting it.
Chapter One - Secret Flirtations
Neighbors. Can't live with them, can't live without...well actually I could
do without them.
It was early spring a few years back when I was rudely awoken from my suburban
dream. The house next door to mine had become vacant. I was initially
intrigued by the thought of new neighbors. While my current one's were nice,
I
was fairly indifferent to them. My hopes and aspirations were blown to bits
when the moving van came. Out stepped a large, fairly overweight lout of
a man.
His wife, being very vocal about what she thought of him at that moment,
came
out as well. She was short, thin and muscular. Her hair was short and blonde,
she was wearing bike shorts and T-shirt. Her chest was small, barely a B
cup,
but her legs were well toned. I probably would have found her attractive,
if
she wasn't an obvious bitch. She stopped berating the ogre she called a husband
to turn and holler into the truck. Darcy, I and the rest of the neighborhood
simply guessed that was her name since her shrew mother was screaming it
at the
top of her lungs, stepped out of the truck and into the sunlight. The tall,
sandy-haired girl was clad in loose, grungy sweat pants, an old T-shirt,
and
canvas shoes without socks or shoelaces. Though her clothes were baggy, her
womanly shape was fairly evident beneath them. Large firm breasts pressed
out
her shirt front, and well-rounded hips filled out her pants.
I was surprised at how physically mature the teenager was. The way her mother
treated her and the way she was acting you'd swear she was twelve, but her
body screamed eighteen or more. I was intrigued by her, despite her dirty
and
unkempt appearance.
The rest of the day was spent playing on the computer, trying desperately
to
drown out the shouting next door. I found I spent many an evening doing the
same, uncomfortable listing to the woman's constant harping. I could only
imagine what life was like next door, Linda, the mother, screaming, the husband
drinking, and Darcy hiding.
Eventually summer came and school let out. Both Linda and her husband worked
days, so their daughter was left alone during the day. She quickly gravitated
to the pool, much to my delight. Free of her grunge and muck, Darcy was all
woman. I'd found out that she was sixteen through chance meetings on the
street. She swam almost daily, and my home-based business allowed me to stay
and watch from the confines of my bedroom. I knew it was taboo, but it felt
so
right, lusting after tight teen ass, fantasizing about her huge breasts,
one in
my hand the other in my mouth, wanting to taste her young pussy.
She'd wear a full one-piece suit that managed to cover quite a bit of skin,
much to my displeasure. I had a feeling her mother was jealous, in a way,
of
her daughter's full figure.
One day I was browsing through the clothing store and came across a mannequin
clad in a tight, revealing bikini. The top was low-cut and showed lots of
cleavage. The bottom, just barely covered her crotch and was thong backed.
"Oh," I thought to myself, "To see Darcy in that." I walked on, but couldn't
get the thought out of my head. Finally I returned and bought a maroon colored
one. Now how to give it her?
The entire ride home was occupied with alternating thoughts of how to get
the
bikini to Darcy and picturing her in it. Finally I'd struck upon a plan,
but I
just needed the right timing. Darcy's folks usually left around 8:00 in
morning. She didn't head out to the pool until around 11:00. That gave me
some
time to hide it by the pool with a note "From a secret admirer." I was giddy
all day long. I was up early to watch her parents leave. At around 10:30,
I
headed into my backyard. The gate to my property and theirs were next to
each
other so I slipped over unseen and dropped the package on the lounge chair
Darcy often used. I was heading back around their house when I froze, hearing
the garage door open. "Of fucking all days!" I swore under my breath. I could
here someone running around.
"About time you got up lazy!"
"Sorry."
"Get out of that bathrobe and get dressed. You've got chores to do!"
"But Mom!"
"I don't want to hear it. Where's that yellow folder I brought home?"
"On the table where you left it."
"Don't get smart with me missy. This house better be spotless when we get
home!"
I heard a door slam and the car start. I waited about half a minute after
hearing the garage door shut before moving again. I debated grabbing the
package, thinking Darcy wouldn't be swimming today, but I figured she'd defy
her mother eventually.
After sneaking back into my place, I grabbed my usual spot in my room to
watch.
A few minutes after 11:00 Darcy appeared. Her face showed signs of crying,
and
my heart really went out to her. She was still in the robe her mother
mentioned. She immediately spotted the package. She read the letter attached
to
it and I could see her smile and look around for it's giver. She tore it
open
and pulled the small pieces of cloth out and examined them. She looked very
serious. I worried, would she like it? Hate it? Tell her parents? Oh shit,
I
hadn't thought of that. Darcy picked up all the loose wrapping and headed
inside. After several minutes she returned still clad in her robe. She went
to
the edge of the pool and untied the robe. It fell to the ground and my hopes
were fulfilled, she was wearing the bikini. It grabbed tightly at every sensual
curve she possessed. Her breasts were pressed together tightly forming a
massive line of cleavage. Her ass was fully exposed through the thong. The
skin
was smooth and supple. Darcy dove into the pool and proceeded to swim for
several minutes. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I pulled my swollen
member from my shorts to ease the pressure. I began stroking it base to tip
as
I'd often had watching her swim and sunbathe. Finally she emerged from the
water and laid out on her stomach to enjoy the desert sun. The sight of her
nearly naked ass was driving me wild. I pumped my cock harder and harder,
imagining I was fucking the teen doggie style.
My climax was approaching, I could feel my load rising from my balls. Suddenly
she rolled over, apparently having had enough on her backside. With one arm
draped over her eyes to shield them from the bright sun, Darcy took her hand
and slid it down under the panties of her suit. I could clearly make out
the
soft, gentle stroking motion as she took to fingers and rubbed them up and
down
over her clit. Her hand pressed further and further down, pulling her panties
lower. I'd catch glimpses of her soft sandy brown pubic hair as her hands
got
more and more frantic. She was hungry for her orgasm, I could see it in her
face. I was too. Soon her hips were bucking and my hand was slapping my cock
frantically. My balls tensed and soon my white seed was spilling over my
hand
and splattering upon the window. I collapsed into my chair to watch Darcy
finish masturbating. Her legs clenched tightly around her hand, her ass raised
high and her mouth agape in pleasure. She waited there a few minutes before
gathering herself, her robe and her towel up and went inside. I too needed
to
clean up. I'd never imagined what had just transpired ever would, but I was
ever so thankful it did.
The next three days went about the same way, the new access to her crotch
after
swimming made her a self-fucking slut. After a few days of watching, I decided
she needed some sunglasses, so I got some and left them for her. Now she
could
go at her teenage pussy with both hands. She'd pull one leg up as she drove
her other hand into her hungry pussy.
Soon I found myself leaving her other gifts of more swim wear, each outfit
skimpier than the last. Eventually she was in a see-through bikini outfit
that
hid nothing. Her nipples were firm and her areolas dark and huge. Eventually
swim wear wasn't enough. I left out erotic stories I'd written for her, books
on
sex, and then lingerie. She'd never wear it outdoors, but I'd catch glimpses
of
her through the windows in the various body stockings and teddies I'd given
her.
My lust for her was growing by the day. I didn't feel dirty or wrong in my
feelings, I just wanted her. I spent many hours debating and deciding, how
to
let her know it was me that sent the gifts and that I could do so much more
to
her than her hands ever could. What I needed was a plan.
[Continued in darcy2.txt]
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