(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature. 

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant encouragement.

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The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 9.


I'm slow in the morning, waking up, and it wasn't until I was out of the shower that I realised it was Saturday and Sophie wasn't coming around. I felt kind of a sting, thinking how it would be a week from now, and I quickly set about doing something to keep myself occupied. First I went to see if Mrs Larsen needed anything, then I did my shopping. I looked for some new clothes, too, not because I wanted to buy any, before I'd had my first paycheck, but it was a good way to kill time. 

The flat was cleaned inside out, including the windows, new sheets on the bed and a complete washing of the kitchen. That pretty much took care of Saturday. I was tired when I went to bed, but Sophie kept popping up in my head. At first, it was her inflamed pussy that worried me, then the seemingly inevitable separation again. I spent some time trying to find a way out with the same result as every time: Nothing. Then I decided to think positively, think of something really good. I remembered the day we'd teased each other for hours. I thought about the day with Nina. I still couldn't sleep and decided that I'd build up a tension that needed to be released before I could sleep. Sophia was lying on the other side of the wall, so close I could touch her if I could reach through the wall, but still I had to satisfy myself. Frustrating. 

It took quite a while to fall asleep and I woke up late Sunday. After a walk in the park I had lunch with Mrs. Larsen. She was tired and I left when I'd done the dishes. I was restless and decided to go and see a museum, just to do something. 

I chose the National museum and the Stone Age collection. I'd always been interested in that period, probably because we had quite a collection of flint axes, spearheads and arrowheads at home. All the items were found in the fields surrounding our farm. I'd found a couple of them myself, and tried to carefully excavate one site where I'd found a very beautiful axe, but if there ever was anything there, years of ploughing had ruined it. It hadn't cooled my interest and for years, I wanted to be an archaeologist. Unfortunately, it was very hard to make a living that way and as I grew older, I decided to let archaeology stay a hobby and get an education that had a fair chance of leading to a job. The sensible thing to do, but sometimes I regretted I didn't take the chance. 

I spent three hours in the museum and it cured my restlessness. After dinner, Monday morning seemed near and I could watch television all evening without feeling fretful. 

- - -

Sophie knocked on my door just as I came out of the shower. Small drops of water on her face and wet spots on her long dress showed that she'd hardly spent much time on drying herself after she'd shower. 

"Good Morning, Sophie. You're bright and early."

"I missed you so much," she said and threw her arms around my neck while I pushed the door close behind her. 

"I sure missed you, too," I replied when the deep kiss ended. "But lets get some breakfast. I'm starving."

"Let's hurry then," Sophie said.

"How's your crotch doing?" I asked.

"It's fine but it was sore almost all weekend," Sophie replied between two spoons of Cornflakes.  

"I'm sorry . . ."

"No, it was so wonderful. Every time I moved, I could feel it and it was as if I could feel you. It made me so . . . hot. I couldn't do anything about it, because I was afraid that it, you know, that I wouldn't heal. It just made me want you more and more."

Sophie was really excited. She was moving constantly in the seat and her eyes were shining as she talked. 

"I stayed in my room all of Saturday, pretending to read, but all I could think of was you making love to me. I only had to shift my legs a little to feel you. Almost feel you. And when it finally wore off on Sunday afternoon, I had to go for a drive with mum and dad. I sat in the back seat and the only thing on my mind was you. If I hadn't been in the car, I'd probably . . . you know," Sophie blushed, timidly. "God, it was so hard not to, last night, but I wanted to save it. I wanted you."

She looked over at my dish to see if I'd finished. I'd been so overwhelmed by the way she was talking about sex that I'd forgotten to eat all together. She'd really changed a lot lately.  

"God, you haven't finished yet. Hurry up!" Sophie almost cried.

I couldn't help laughing. She was like a little child, impatiently waiting for her parents to get ready to go to the amusement park. She'd got up from her chair and looked like she could start jumping excitedly on the spot, at any moment. It was so cute. Thinking about the reason for her impatience made me excited as well. 

"What?" she asked, slightly confused.

"Nothing. You're so cute with you're excited, that's all."

Sophie blushed and sat down again, but not for long. I ate the rest of my cereals very quickly. After all, I'd been dreaming about the same thing all weekend, too. The dishes had to wait until later. We rushed into the bedroom, stripped and jumped into the bed together, laughing and wrestling, almost falling off the bed again. 

I noticed something different that morning. Usually, when Sophie came in after her morning shower, she had a scent of soap and she did have that scent this morning, too, but it was almost overpowered by a strong scent of her arousal; a scent that normally didn't become distinct until we began to make love. She was really excited! 

Her childish excitement was seriously contagious and we were both acting like children, wrestling, tickling and teasing each other. Suddenly, Sophie jumped out of bed and we ran through the flat, me trying to catch her, both laughing and Sophie squealing excitedly every time I was just about to catch her. 

I finally got her pinned down on the floor; face down with me lying on top of her. My cock was caught between her thighs and, as we lay there trying to catch our breath, we began to move. Sophie raised her arse a little and my cock was pressed in between her pussy lips. 

Soon, my cock was grinding against her clit as I move up and down. The laughter and exited cries turned into elaborate and noisy breathing and moaning. It must have been uncomfortable for Sophie to be pressed down against the hard floor and the position put a lot of strain on my back, but Sophie's intense breathing and her rigid motions told me she was getting close. I couldn't take my weight off her without disrupting the rhythm and the closer she got, the harder she was pressed against the floor, pushing her arse up. 

She almost threw me off when she came. It was like riding a wild horse and, afterwards, I was amazed at how much strength she actually had. All of the flats around us were empty in the daytime, except Mts. Larsen and her hearing wasn't as good as it used to be, thank God. Sophie had built up to this orgasm all weekend, and it was not only wild, but also a lot more vocal than usually. Her whimpering turned into a loud cry as her orgasm took hold of her body and I'm sure it could be heard all over the place. 

I had a few bruises on my knees and elbows and Sophie's front side was red with a few scratches. We went back to bed and studied the damage. I still hadn't come but Sophie's orgasm had, in a way, satisfied me as well. I can't really explain why, but making Sophie come was almost as good as coming myself, only the pleasure lasted longer. 

Sophie's chest and thighs had scraped against the rug, but no real damage had been done. The skin just above her knees was red as if the sun had scorched her. It didn't hurt, though and we agreed that it was less serious than what she had experienced over the weekend. We joked a little about the dangers of lovemaking, but it didn't deter us in any way. 

The following days were spent making love and talking. We finally got down to talking about the future and, even though neither of us had a solution, we manage to convince each other that something would change. Sophie was to start in high school and usually there was a lot of group work, which meant meeting after school to do homework together. Her parents were bound to allow her to get out more on her own, they simply had to, and that would be our chance to see each other. It was not going to happen the first day, but it had to happen. 

The inevitable separation was coming closer but we pushed it away, at least I did. We talked about what we were going to do, after Sophie had returned from her vacation with her parents but not about the limited number of days we had left together before the vacation. Not until Thursday afternoon. We sat in the sofa and talked about what classes Sophie was going to take, when she suddenly changed the subject. 

"It's our last day together tomorrow," she said.

"I know."

"I . . ." Sophie's voice trailed off and she looked thoughtful.

"Is there something special you want to do?" I asked.

"I wanted to make love all day. Last weekend, you know, with the soap and all, I . . . I want to make love to you until I'm really sore. I want to feel that we made love, all through my vacation. For as long as possible, at least. I want to make love all day tomorrow, I want to make love until I can't take any more and then I want to do it one more time," she said and looked excitedly at me.

"Sounds great, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get it up more than twice." I truthfully admitted.  

"No, I know. Can't you hold back, you know, use your hand and mouth instead, when you are close? I mean, you do that some times. You stop and wait a little until you have calmed down to make it last longer."

Sophie looked at me again, pleading.

"Would you do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you," I replied. It sounded corny but what else could I say?

"No, please. I'm serious!" Sophie frowned. "I want to make love to you all day. I want to be able to feel that we made love every time I move. At least for a couple of days. I thought about it last night and remembered how I felt after last Friday and I know it will feel much better if I'm sore because we've made love." 

"I'll do my best, I promise."

- - -

I thought about Sophie's wish, and my enthusiasm grew as I did. I wasn't sure if my cock would be able to stay hard all day, but the more I thought about the idea, the more I forgot about my worries. 

Sophie was as eager to get started as she'd been on Monday morning. We finished breakfast in a hurry and went to bed. Before lunch, Sophie had come twice and I still managed to hold back. We had tried every position we knew and a couple of new one's as well. One that I can remember was: me standing on the floor holding Sophie's legs, while she was resting on her hands, like a barrow. There were a few others, more acrobatic position, which I won't even try to describe. It was as if the fear of not seeing each other again had gotten hold of us and we had to try everything that Friday. 

At half past eleven, I was in dire need of a break and I think Sophie was too. I'd tried to make her come a third time but failed and her pussy was already beginning to look red and swollen. We ate lunch and even though we didn't eat that much, we took almost an hour before we were ready to continue.

We carried on for another hour until Sophie had her third orgasm. I'd been forced to mainly use my fingers and mouth the last half hour and when Sophie had come, we had to rest a while. Her clit and nipples were too sensitive.
 
She didn't give us much of a break, though. Ten minutes later, I entered her again. My worries about staying hard had been in vain. Except for the hour we spent eating lunch, my cock had been standing like a flagpole and it was beginning to be a little painful. Something inside was yearning to be released, but Sophie wasn't ready for that. She was so stubborn. 

Her cheeks were feverishly hot and her eyes glazed. It was as if she had passed some barrier after her third orgasm. She wanted me to be firm when I touched her clit or nipples. She put her hands on the back of my head when I was licking her pussy and pulled me against her. She met my trusts when I was in her and pushed back hard against me, while I was taking her from behind. We kissed greedily when I lay beside her with two fingers in her and my thumb pressed hard against her clit. It was so incredibly intense.

After another hour, I could no longer tell if she was coming or not. She was constantly whimpering and she threw her head from side to side as I pounded into her. A wet spot had formed on the sheet under her crotch and her inner thighs were wet half way down to her knees. My cock needed a break again and I assaulted her pussy with my mouth and fingers instead. Her musky scent was strong as I buried my nose in her pubic hairs. I didn't have time to look at her pussy, but it felt burning hot in my mouth. I reached up to pinch her nipples and she twisted and turned in what could be another orgasm, but I didn't let go of her, I just continued to lick her and slide two fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. 

When I was ready to enter her again, she winced as my cock touched her opening. I was resting on my hands and looked down at her pussy as the head of my cock spread her lips and began to disappear into her. Her pussy was dark red and very swollen. It certainly looked like it was sore. I pushed in a little more of my cock while I looked at Sophie's face. She bit her lip and tried to control her facial expression, but there was no doubt in my mind.

"Sophie, it's hurting, isn't it?"

Sophie shook her head.

"No. It's a little sore but it isn't hurting." Sophie gasped, but it didn't sound convincing. 

"Please Sophie. Don't lie to me. I can see it in your face. I'm hurting you!"

"The condom just needs to get wet again. Pleaseeee. You can't hurt me. Everything you do makes me feel good. Just one more time, pleaseeeee," she wailed, but I could see her fighting to hold the tears back. "Pleaseee!"

I pushed in a little more.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" She sounded much more convinced now. "Make love to me. Don't stop until you are almost there. I want to take you in my mouth and taste you. I want to have your taste in my mouth all evening. I want to remember your taste."
  
I let myself sink deep into her and then began to increase the speed, pounding into her faster and faster. I don't know how I managed to go on for so long, because I really wanted to end it fast. Even though Sophie might have been right about just getting the condom wet, I was still afraid that I was hurting her. 

We were both drenched in sweat and the scent of sex was very strong. Finally, I felt it coming and I pulled out of her and ripped the condom off. Sophie rolled over on her stomach and caught my cock between her lips. She only had to move her head up and down a couple of time before I came. Jet after jet shot into her mouth. She kept her lips tightly sealed around the shaft and sucked me until I was completely dry. Not a drop was spilled. She looked up at me to make sure I was watching her as she swallowed it all. 

I think you can safely say that Sophie swallowed up all my energy. Swallowing my sperm was, in that respect, only symbolic, but I was really wasted afterwards. We cuddled up close together on my bed and stayed like that for a long time. No words, only the close feeling of being together. Friday was gone and in an hour, Sophie would kiss me goodbye and we would not see each other for at least three weeks, most likely more. 

We had done what we could to make this last day a day to remember. My legs felt wobbly when I finally got out of bed and Sophie walked like she was trying to walk with something between her legs.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"No, I'm just sore. Wonderfully sore," Sophie relied with a weak smile. "And I'm exhausted."

She did cry, later. She almost made me cry. It wasn't like she turned our goodbye into a big drama or anything. Her eyes just filled with tears when we had kissed and I was about to open the door. 

"You'll have to tell your parents that you read a very, very sad book today," I said, trying to cheer her up and to fight the lump in my throat. 

Sophie giggled through her tears and we kissed goodbye one more time. 

I waited until she had closed her door, then I closed mine. 


To be continued.



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