I had moved here some months after my wife’s heart attack. It seemed like a good idea at the time to start again somewhere new and I was proved right one day last month. The house was one of three on a hill overlooking nine other houses in a small hamlet, with a lovely wide, green valley beyond. The view was improved even more by the family living in the house below me. Later on I would learn the couple were both 39 (Cynthia and Wayne) with a girl of 19 (Karen) and a son called Mark who was just about to turn 17. Both the women were knockouts and seemed to keep themselves fit exercising regularly, both with small breasts and tight asses, just the way I like them. They could almost have passed as sisters rather than mother and daughter and I lusted after both of them from the first time I saw them. The family were all pretty friendly, coming up and greeting me just after my move and would always say hi and wave whenever they saw me. Then we had the lockdown.
One bright sunny day in April about mid morning I could hear a lot of shouting and, looking out of my front window, could see Cynthia and Wayne having what looked like the continuation of some earlier argument and my lecherous side thought “perhaps I should go and console her later”. And then I reminded myself, don’t get involved in a family squabble, and decided it would be better if I went out the rear of the house and started doing some tidying up.
After an hour or so I noticed a cyclist coming down the hill towards me and realised it was Karen. She had obviously noticed me because she had started to slow down and then stopped beside me. It was clear at a glance she was upset so I asked her what was wrong and very quickly everything came pouring out.
Her mum and dad had started getting annoyed a few days ago, probably because they were trapped at home, and this had developed to the stage this morning that they started to bitch at each other. The bitching had gradually progressed past the name calling stage when suddenly they had started accusing each other of neglecting the other one. This then ended up with her mother telling her father in front of Karen how ‘because his dick was so small and he didn’t know how to use his tongue she had never had an orgasm with him and she had to play with herself after he had finished, just so she could go to sleep’. It was at this point Karen got on her mountain bike and raced off. I asked where Mark was at the time and she said he was out running and had missed it.
By this stage Karen was sobbing, so I did my neighbourly duty and began consoling her with a cuddle. One arm around her shoulders and the other hand gently stroking her lovely dark blond hair, this pretty young thing was wearing only a light top and a pair of lycra shorts. It was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples looked rock hard. Oh, my lucky day. Little did I imagine then how rapidly it was going to get even better.
As she calmed she gradually began to lean into me and then, then she put her arms around me and started to nuzzle my neck, mumbling something which I later found out was “I’ve wanted to do this for ages”. I thought I must be still in bed dreaming, this just didn’t happen to old men in real life, unless they were multimillionaires or rock stars of course. So I asked her if she would like to come in and have a drink, mainly because my cock was as hard as her nipples and I wanted to put a little bit of space between us so I could adjust myself. I’m old enough to be her grandfather and figured the last thing she would want was me being a pervert, regardless of the fact that I am one.
She readily agreed and I led her into the front room before asking her what she would like. Her answer astounded me and caught me completely by surprise.
She pointed out that she knew I had been watching her for the last couple of months and that she didn’t need a drink yet, she wanted me. She reckoned that I was a dirty old pervert and that I was probably just the man she was looking for to teach her all about sex. She didn’t want to end up like her mum, getting married to the first person she had sex with, just because she wanted to get away from home.
She then described her mother as a dried up old hag and her father as a doormat, which I thought was a bit harsh but gave me a valuable insight into the family dynamic. Her mother had sent her to an all girls school and used to take her and pick her up so she never got a chance to meet boys. Her mother kept telling her to be patient and not copy her mistakes. As a result she was still a virgin and her only real sex education was when she read erotic stories and watched porn on her computer while playing with her self.
When I eventually recovered my wits I asked what sort of porn or stories did she like, and for such a forward girl she suddenly got very embarrassed. A good excuse for another cuddle. So I fetched my laptop from the other room and told her to show me if it was easier than trying to tell me. She couldn’t find the pages quick enough.
And it rapidly became very obvious why she had picked on me and why she had suddenly got very embarrassed. She was a very kinky young lady. The first pages were all lots of older men and younger ladies, then she went to some BDSM, fisting and humiliation. By the time she got to the public exposure sites I stopped her. I had seen enough for now and I thought if there is any perversion or kink missing she will probably want to try it if I suggest it so there seemed little point in continuing. I asked her if she wanted to be mine and was she positive that she could handle the things I might do to her. All she did was smile and shake her head up and down, vigorously. It is one of the few times in my life I have been truly speechless. How had she stayed a virgin this long?
As I started to recover I realised that I was very thirsty and to give myself time to think, I went to the kitchen and brought us both some water. I was suddenly doubting her, was I being set up? Could I trust her? I was pretty sure her father wasn’t about to burst in because I had noticed him doing some work in their back garden.
It was time to find out so I ordered her to strip and soon found out not only was she not wearing a bra, but she had no knickers on either. I thought she had a tight body and it proved to be even better than I had anticipated. Little B cup tits with quite large nipples, a very tight torso leading down to a completely bare crotch. A clitoris just peeking out but two quite large inner lips protruding below. The possibilities were running through my mind so fast I was getting a headache. I was so turned on I could feel a damp patch developing in my boxers as my cock leaked pre-cum, but I had thought up a plan and refused to dive straight in. after all, the best things in life are worth waiting for, and savouring. And I was planning on doing a lot of savouring in the near future.
It was time to inspect what I was starting to believe was now my property. I had her spread her legs and watched her pussy lips part slightly, as a beautiful clear liquid trickled down her thighs. I thrust two fingers straight into her and marvelled. Firstly that she was so turned on, but mainly because it was my first time touching that fabled female delicacy, a maidenhead. She definitely didn’t lie about that, she didn’t hesitate to obey me and she was turned on, probably more than I was, if that was possible. I wanted to pinch myself but was starting to believe I may have struck gold. I then ordered her to bend over and put her hands on her knees.
“Has anything been into your ass before?”
“Only my finger, Sir,” which just added to my sense of disbelief.
I wet my fingers again in her overflowing pussy and forced one into her tight little rose bud. I gently worked it all the way in marvelling at her acceptance and willingness. She was such a dirty little girl. After feeling a slight loosening I pulled it out, wet my fingers in her juice again and slowly began pushing two into her, and boy, it was bloody tight. This was something I was going to need some time to do properly if I was to avoid damaging her so I gave up and decided to use her last hole to get some much needed release before I made a real mess in my pants. What a luck boy I was, she had offered me two tight, virgin holes and I still had one to go. Could my life get any better?
I stripped my clothes off and sat in my favourite armchair. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
“No, Sir, but I have practiced with my dildo,” she replied.
“Then stand up, come over here and show me how you think you should suck a cock.”
I knew I was going to enjoy this regardless, after all it’s not every day a beautiful teenager walks into your life and practically throws herself at you. But she had obviously practiced, she was good, not perfect but definitely a keeper. She knelt between my legs, placed her hands on my thighs and gently licked the pre-cum before stretching her lips around my knob. It was almost like watching in slow motion as she slowly leant forward, her tongue working away inside her mouth caressing my cock with a velvet hand.
I kept my hands to myself so I could see just how good she was on her own and let my cock get it’s first female in over six months and it’s first mouth in so long I was struggling to remember. Her teeth didn’t scrape once and I knew she must have practiced long and hard with her silicon friend because, almost by accident I felt the start of her throat touch the end of my cock and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I unloaded into her mouth.
She paused for a moment and then, to my utter amazement, she began to deepthroat me, seemingly unperturbed by her gagging and I wondered what size of a dildo had she been practicing with. I was stunned, my late wife couldn’t do this but a virgin could. I knew I wasn’t carrying around some porn star cock but it was almost eight inches and reasonably wide, I had never expected her to be able to do this, a virgin deep throating me on a first attempt. I couldn’t last any longer and warned her but she just kept on going, with an occasional gagging, massaging my cock and making it all better, till her nose was against my belly. I exploded straight down her throat. Her first time and she didn’t hesitate to swallow it all.
I hadn’t cum so quickly since I was a teenager.
I just slumped in the chair, gently stroking her head as my cock deflated and slowly slipped from her lips, as she made sure to lick up the last drops as my cook gradually stopped leaking. To say I was in shock would be an understatement, now I had to get a level head, start thinking with my brain and decide what to do next.
After some time with her still kneeling between my legs, watching me with her relaxed smile, I asked if she enjoyed it to which she just nodded her head and gave me a great wide grin. Time to bring her down a little so I informed her that it was quite good, that her training had obviously been very effective but her technique required some improvement and that this was something we would work on in the future, something she seemed quite happy about.
I decided it was time for some careful thinking, both for her and me, so I sat up in my chair and told her, “You are going to go home and think carefully about what you’ve told me, what we have done so far and how you want to proceed. Tomorrow, at midday you will bring all your family here for a BBQ. No excuses! I will have worked out a contract for you to sign and if you are happy with it and sign it in front of them, then I will take you as my pet. If my terms aren’t acceptable then we will have a nice meal and you will go home with your parents. Do you agree to my proposal?”
“Does that mean I will be staying here tomorrow night?”
“If you agree to my contract, you will be staying here until I’ve finished with you, which will probably be in quite a few years,” I replied and added, “however, from now until you return tomorrow you are not allowed to masturbate. Is that understood?”
She leapt up and hugged me, covering my face in kisses before forcing her tongue into my mouth, which I was happy to accept. When she finally came up for air she informed me that she couldn’t wait and she would definitely be signing tomorrow, regardless of what I wrote into the contract and promised faithfully not to play with herself without my permission.
What had I got myself into? More importantly, would my half-thoughout plan for tomorrow work or would I end up looking a fool. Time to get some food for the BBQ and turn some half-baked notion into a solid plan. Oh what fun tomorrow should be, I think I’ve just lost ten years or maybe more.
