	             ____________________________                    |                            |                  /)|     KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF    |(\                 / )|         DIRECTORIES        |( \              __(  (|____________________________|)  )__             ((( \  \ >  /_)              ( \  < /  / )))             (\\\ \  \_/  /                \  \_/  / ///)              \          /                  \          /               \      _/                     \_       /                /    /                         \     \o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o oo  	This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. oo  They have been submitted by people from all over the world.  Also from oo  alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this     oo  section of my collection,  other than offering them to you in  alpha-  oo  betical directories.                                                   oo  	I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to be typed oo  therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s a lot more fun to  oo  browse around and find 'little' surprises,  and topics that you might  oo  not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among oo  Kristen’s book shelf directories.                                      oo   	Lest we forget!!!  This story was produced as adult entertainment oo  and should not be read by minors.  Thank you, Kristen Becker           oo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o oMy Neighbor's Daughter (Mf, intr)by Joseph Greenwald***	My name is Don.  I am a 32 year-old single, Black man.  I amalso a registered nurse with a BSN degree.  Nurses earn much bettersalaries than they used and I own a nice three bedroom home in amostly white, middle-class  suburb.  My favorite recreation isswimming and one of the reasons I bought the house I did is because ithas a fairly good-sized (20X35') inground swimming pool.  I enjoy itimmensely, but soon found that the neighborhood kids all wanted to usemy pool.  I can't allow them unsupervised access, of course, and Ihave no desire to spend all of my free time being a lifeguard.  I postthe hours I will allow swimming on the fence gate every week and letthe kids come only at those times.	Mostly it's younger kids, 8-12, who use the pool, but someteenagers and adults also use it.  The only real problem I've had sofar is getting the kids to leave when pool hours are up.  They have alot of fun, but I need my rest because I work the nightshift.   Sixyears ago, my pool hours were from 12 to 2:30.  All the kids leftwithout much resistance except for Ashley, my neighbor's daughter, ablue-eyed blonde with a pageboy cut who promises to be a real beautywhen she grows up.  Already she has nice legs and a cute little butt.She is a very sociable person and always liked talking with me aboutany topic imaginable for a intelligent child of 12.  Well, one TuesdayAshley followed me into the house when I announced the closing of thepool, begging me to let her stay a while longer--just a few minutes.  	Can't have that, of course, so I politely and firmly told herno.  I had already had some sleep and it was the first of three daysoff, but I decided to take a nap.  I headed for the bedroom thinkingAshley had left.  I even pulled back the curtain to be sure she wasnot in or around the pool.  No sign of Ashley.  This will probablysound vain or maybe even effeminant, but I like to use body lotionwhen I go to bed.  It relaxes me and keeps my skin healthy and moist.So I stripped my swimsuit off and began began rubbing the lotion in.As sometimes happens when I do this, I got a hard-on.  I finished therub-in and lay on my back on the bed, jacking off.  Then I heard a lowcough.  I looked up and towards the noise.  There at the door wasAshley.  	"What in the H--- are you doing here?" I said, pushing apillow down to conceal myself.	"I could ask the same of you," she answered.  "I can't gohome.  My mom and dad are at work and I forgot my key.  It's too hotto be outside unless you let me swim a little longer."	"Well," I said,  "I can't let you swim.  Do you always peak inon strangers in their bedrooms?"	"Not always," she said, "but I've never seen a naked black manand I was curious."	"Curiosity satisfied?" I asked.	"Not really.  I didn't get a really good look.  Will you letme watch you a while longer?"  You could have floored me when sheasked me that question.  My mouth must have dropped open because shequickly added,	"Don't be such a prude!  I know what you were doing, Mr.Brownlee.  You were jacking off.  I just never seen anyone jack offbefore and I wanted to see what happens."	I was thoroughly confused.  This was an twelve year old whitegirl and I was a thirty-two year old Black man.  This could be realtrouble.  On the other hand my cock was still quite hard.  Cocks haveno consciences and this one of mine liked Ashley.  "Well," I said,"this will have to be a secret between you and me.  It could cause alot of trouble for both of us if anyone found out."	"I'm good at keeping secrets," she said.  "Now, can I?"	What the hell, I thought so I told her to come on in and havea good look.  She came in and sat down on the edge of the bed, full ofexpectancy.  I removed the pillow and put my cock on display for her.She was on my righthand side so I used my left hand to lift up myballs and began stroking my cock very gently.  She oohed and aahed."I like it," she said.  "You have a very nice penis.  It is so big andblack and stiff."  She watched for a minute or so as I began strokingit more smartly.  Then she said, "Can I touch it?  Just so I will knowwhat it feels like."  I had gone so far I saw no additional harm ordanger in this.  She touched my cock rather gingerly and then ran herhand over it gently.  I told her she could try jacking me off too, ifshe wanted.	She wanted.  She grasped it roughly like she was trying topull it off so I had to give her instructions on doing it right.  Shesoon got the knack of it and whacked away gayly for half a minute orso.  Then she stopped and stared at it, eyes open wide.  "What's thematter?" I asked.  "It's leaking."  I looked and saw a drop of pre-cumdancing around on the glans.  I told her what it was.  Ah, wise littlegirl.  She didn't know a thing about pre-cum or cum.  I explained toher that I had been jacking off so I would cum, so that I woulddischarge my semen.  I told her this was very pleasurable--not as goodas fucking, but good.  She wanted to know what was the differencebetween jacking off and fucking.  I explain that jacking off is usingthe man or woman's hand to stimulate the penis so that it would cum.Fucking involved putting the penis in the woman's vagina and pumpingit in and out to stimulate the penis so it would cum.	"So that's what a vagina is for!" she said.  "It's not just sobabies can come out." she said.  "Right," I said.  "I can see thatjacking off is fun for the man, but it's hard work for a woman to doit for a man--and it's not that much fun once you see what'sinvolved."  "Is fucking any better for a woman?"  "Yes, of course," Isaid.  "When you're grown up and start having sex with a man you willfind it is very beautiful and very pleasurable."  "I can't do it now?"she said.  That would be going much too far.  "Not yet," I said."Your vagina isn't developed enough.  You will have to wait until yougrow up."	"I am almost grown up," she said.  "Want to see?"  With thatshe slipped out of her one-piece swimsuit.  Her breasts were clearlybeginning to swell, but there was only a little fuzz around her pussy.That didn't stop Ashley.  She turned her butt to me and bent over,spreading her legs to show me her asshole and pussy.  She even spreadher pussy lips for me to see her hole.  "I wanna try it, Mr.Brownlee," she said.  "Please?"  Much to dangerous for me.  "No," Isaid.  "It wouldn't be right.  "What can we do that will be fun for metoo?" she wanted to know.	I told her I could lick her pussy and she could see if sheliked that.  She nodded her acceptance and I told her to back up ontomy face.  She really had a darling little pussy, but I especiallywanted to get a close look at her sweet little asshole.  I beganlicking around her labia and clit, teasing her and doing my best tostimulate her into having her first climax.  She responded and after afew minutes had a small climax, grunting softly.  "That was nice, Mr.Brownlee," she said.  She moved to get off, but I held her legs andkept her on my face.	"Ashley," I said.  "I think you just had your first orgasm.Is that right?"	"Yessss," she said.	"Believe me, they will get better and better as you grow up.Ashley  I need to have an orgasm too.  Will you help me?"	"I guess so," she said.  "What do want me to do?  Change yourmind about fucking me?"	"Can't do that," I said. "What I would like you to do is letme go on licking you while I jack off.  It would be especiallybeautiful if you will let me lick you in a very special place."	"My pussy is very special, isn't it?" she said.	"Well, yes, of course it is.  But, there is another place thateven more special for me.  It won't hurt and you will probably like ittoo."	"Okay, Mr. Brownlee.  I think I know what your special placeis.  You want to lick my asshole, don't you?"	I didn't answer her verbally.  I just began pushing my tongueup the sides of her asscrack, avoiding the asshole at first, butfinally zeroing in on it.  She didn't relax her sphincter and allow methe access I wanted so I said, "Ashley, I need your help.  Relax yourmuscles there and let my tongue come in."  I felt her resistanceweaken and pushed my tongue in a half inch or so, holding it there,savoring the iron taste assholes usually have. I gave time for hersphincter to relax more.  When I sensed that it had, I pushed mytongue more deeply inside her and began licking in and out verygently.  I had been stroking my cock rather energetically and feltmyself almost ready to cum, but I let up.  There was something else Iwanted Ashley to do first.  "Ashley," I said,  "Can you sit upright onmy face and pump your butt against my face.  "Oh," she said, "you wantme to fuck your tongue with my asshole, don't you?"  Sweet Ashley hada instinctual grasp for sex.  She did as I asked.  I felt thedelicious sensations of her asshole fucking my tongue and came in agreat eruption of semen.  It must have shot two feet because I gotsome of it on her thighs.  What a glorious fuck.	It is obviously a relationship that could not go any further.I was very relieved when Ashley's father, Peter, told me a couple ofdays later they were moving to Seattle.  That was six years ago.  LastApril, six months ago, they moved back to Jacksonville to a house justthree houses down from where they used to live next door to me and Isaw Ashley once again.  She had become a real beauty, long blondehair, nice legs and butt and fairly goodsized boobs.  "That was a longtime ago," I thought.  "She isn't jailbait anymore, but you won't begetting into her little white pussy."  I was wrong though.  At thestart of swimming season in early May, Ashley came over to swim and,also, to flirt with me.  She ended, saying, "You were right, Mr.Brownlee, it does get better as you grow up.  The first time was veryspecial for me.  I won't forget it, but I was just wondering. . .  Nowthat I am grown up, how would you feel about. . .  you know, the twoof us, you know, like fucking?"  "Ashley," I said, "call me Don.  I ama positive kind of guy.  Sounds good to me."  That was five monthsago.  Yesterday, we went shopping for an engagement ring and maternityclothes.  Neither Ashley nor I like condoms.