A Curious Neigbor Girl Pt. 02

A Curious Neighbor Girl Pt. 2

In Part 1, we were introduced to jolly teenager Isis who plays hide-and-seek with her sisters. Once hidden behind the hedges or sheds in the neighbors' gardens, she spies on the men of the new-build block. Preferably when they are naked. The story ends with an unexpectedly horny encounter with thirty-something Martin (the narrator).

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I don't hear from Isis for a few days. I suspect she is there from time to time, spying on me, but I can't catch her. I decide to bait her.

It promises to be another warm night. At nine o'clock I open the patio doors to the garden, turn off all the lights and walk up the stairs with my laptop, to my bedroom. I undress. After a cooling shower, I nestle completely naked on the bed: on my stomach, with my back to the door, my legs slightly apart. Supporting myself on my elbows, I start a porn movie on my laptop. I hope the sound reaches far enough to attract the attention of my curious neighbor girl.

I succeed but fall asleep before I can celebrate my success. I wake up just as my visitor is running down the stairs. She's already outside before I realize I had a bite. She has left a pair of panties and a book next to my head. And a bill with, in an unmistakable girl's handwriting: 'Enjoy!'

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The booklet has a fluffy pink cover.

'Men' it says on the first page. Good title. Curious, I turn the page.

JS35

<< Henk. Mid-40s, dark curls, athletic, but with an incipient belly. When he gets home around 6, he grabs a can of beer from the fridge and starts up his computer. He scrolls past an impressive collection of downloaded movies, picks one and clicks 'play'. That happens on a giant TV screen. He makes himself comfortable on the leather couch, fully exposed, feet on the table. By the time his food is delivered, there are four empty cans next to his laptop. He never cooks. I think there are only cans of beer in the refrigerator. When the bell rings, he quickly shoots on a bathrobe and rushes to the front door, credit card in hand, to receive his food. He doesn't pause the video. Time for me to sneak in and check the movie. A man is being fucked hard in the buttocks by another man. Ok, so Henk is gay. Back in the room he drops his bathrobe on the floor and plops back down on the couch. Dinner will have to wait. The movie has done its job, his cock is standing straight up. What a delicious thing. And how nicely he plays with it. If only he knew I was standing there with a wet pussy watching him jerk off. >>

JS35 is, of course, 35 Juliana Street, the street on the other side of the block. I quickly turn around.

JS33

<< Rick. Mid-30s. Married to Jesse. No children. Blond, tall and lean, a little lanky. Rick works at home. He has a workstation in the room. When he's not sitting there, he walks restlessly around the room with his phone to his ear. He cooks. His wife doesn't get home until after six. At four-thirty, the bell rings. It's JS29. >>

I don't know who lives at 29 Juliana Street, so I flip through to see if JS29 also appears in Isis' expedition report. It takes some searching, her victims are not listed in order. It turns out to be one Ina.

JS29

<< Ina. Early 20s. Studying something. Compact body. Large breasts. Sweet face. Long blond hair and mischievous rimless glasses. Crazy about sex and she makes no secret of that. On the kitchen counter, next to the espresso machine is an impressive collection of dildos in all colors of the rainbow. When she gets home, it never takes long before she pushes one in with her. Whether she's reading, vacuuming or cooking, Ina walks around all day with a filled pussy. >>

Before I look up how things go after Ina rings Rick's doorbell, I want to know what Isis writes about me. I live on Emma Street, at number 18.

ES18

<< Martin. Almost 31 (he says). Single, as of late. He dreams of 'Girls Island' where he, the only man stranded with a flock of girls. We caught each other. He spotted me just as I ducked behind the shed. When I walked up to him I saw the result of his dream: his dick was stiff in his shorts. The top of the volcano was wet from a spontaneous ejaculation. We agreed that I would come back later for another eruption. >>

That's all! Not a word about what happened later that night. Disappointed, I scroll on.

My eye catches my neighbor's address, a neat Christian family.

ES16

<< Songs of Praise-family. Middle-aged parents. Neat people. Two über-blond college-age daughters. Super helpful, especially when mom isn't home. "Esmee, Saskia can you help me with something?" it often sounds when the twins are upstairs. The girls rush downstairs. Dad is already standing in the middle of the room with his underpants on his ankles, his hands at his sides. His stiff pecker ventures boldly out of a tumultuous forest of black pubic hair. From behind the privet hedge, I watch the girls fight over his dick. Eventually they both get their way. They take turns sucking their father to climax in no time. He gives the final push himself, by hand. The girls wait ecstatically for his cum, with their mouths wide open. He divides it fairly between the two faces. >>

"That's not so neat neighbor," I think, but I have to admit it does give me quite a boner too. Curious, I turn a few more pages. More happens in this block than I thought.

ES24

<< Don. Man alone. He has a beautiful body, loves women's buttocks and has a massage practice at home. All day long, women ring his doorbell. Unknown women, but also women from around the block. The one from ES18 is visiting him frequently. >>

Oops, that's my ex, Ria.

<< They undress and lie on their stomachs on the dining table. Extremely professionally, he puts a white towel over his client's buttocks, but other than that, I don't get the idea that he studied for this for even one day. He just does whatever. Not that the ladies mind. They are visibly and audibly enjoying themselves. Especially when Don removes the towel and shifts his working area to their buttocks. That is the moment they spread their legs, giving Don the opportunity to finger their soaking wet pussy. Most women leave the practice shortly thereafter with a blush on their cheeks and wet buttocks from the massage oil, but a few get Don's 'special treatment'. Those are the women with the most beautiful buttocks. Like ES18's. >>

Fuck! I hadn't looked at my ex like that before.

<< As Don undresses, the women wait heatedly for what is to come. He pulls their buttocks apart and licks their starlets. Meanwhile, his swollen dick betrays an enormous desire to penetrate the wrong hole. The women utter a feigned cry of indignation and then wait with goosebumps until Don at once pours the rest of the massage oil into their opened buttocks and pushes his thumb inside without pardon. And after his thumb, it's time for the main act. When I see his slender cock being swallowed by a shiny woman's booty, it becomes too much for me. Jealously, I run outside. I want a dick from behind, too. Just not from Don! >>

It's getting too much for me now, too. After reading about all those horny derailments in one block, I can't hold it any longer. I lie on my back, put Isis panties on my nose and jerk off.

"Hihi," I hear.

Startled, I remove the panties from my face. Isis stands in the doorway, frowns, puts her index finger on her bottom lip in disappointment for a moment, and pouts, "Couldn't you have waited a minute?"

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What a hottie! The way she stands there wearing only a T-shirt and gym shorts. Her stiff nipples are clearly visible on two half-oranges under her shirt.

"I told my parents that after field hockey practice I'm staying over at Luna's. We have all night."

She grabs the booklet from the bed. It's still open, lying where I left off.

"So, were you reading about Don's massage practice? Who else did you read about?"

"About Henk, about Rick and Ina. At least, to where Ina was suddenly at the door, about my neighbors and about Don," I answer obediently.

"And did you have to get your nose in my panties then? You're a pervert just like the rest. But also irresistible," she continues.

She lies down next to me on the bed with the booklet in her hand.

"Can you control yourself for a while? Shall I read to you first how it ends with Rick and Ina?"

I agree.

JS23

<< At 4:30, the bell rings. >>

I already know it's JS 29, the sex-addicted student Ina.

<< Rick is not surprised; he is obviously expecting her. They kiss passionately. Then she grabs his hand and leads him up the stairs. I wait a moment in the kitchen until I no longer hear them and then sneak after them. On the way I come across most of their clothes. On the landing, I hear them rummaging. The sound is coming from the bedroom. Fortunately, the door is open and it is dark on the landing. That way they can't see me. Rick can no longer see anything anyway, he is lying blindfolded on his back, ankles and wrists tied to the four corner bars of the bed. Arms and legs wide. That he consents to this is evident from his monumental hard-on. Ina looks approvingly at the result. She kneels down next to Rick on the bed. She grasps his cock with two hands and closes her lips around his glans. "Oempff," Rick moans.

Ina does not need to be encouraged, she is not here for Rick. This is her addiction. Like a man possessed, she moves her head up and down. Her tight lips race over his sensitive cock. "Ho!" cries Rick. "Be careful!" But Ina doesn't hear him. I do. I also hear the key in the lock of the outer door, the footsteps, first in the room, then on the stairs. Ricks wife is approaching. I can just see Ina letting Ricks cock out of her mouth and a fountain of cum running down her hand into his pubic hair.

In time to escape the stomping Jesse, I flee into the bathroom.

I hear a lot of scuffling, but no yelling or talking. What on earth would happen in the bedroom. Are the ladies fighting? Does Rick still have his blindfold on? I need to know. Silently I sneak out of the bathroom and retake my former cheating spot. What I see now is rather unexpected. Rick is still tied up on his back on the bed, with two naked women on top of him. Rick's wife Jesse is hanging with her pussy a few inches above Rick's pole gleaming with cum, and Ina is gently lowering her moist crotch onto his face. They hold each other's tits. As they lean forward and their tongues touch, I'm leaving. >>

"This is better than Girls Island," I sigh, "and just in our own block!"

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"You see. You don't have to go to a desert island at all to have horny adventures," Isis laughs. "Just look at us. Shall I tie you to your bed too?"

"Only if Ina comes too," I joke back, "and I definitely don't want to wear a blindfold."

"Deal," says Isis.

"Deal," says Ina, walking into the bedroom with four pairs of toy handcuffs.

I was tricked.

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The description of Ina in Isis' adventure booklet (compact, large breasts, sweet face, long blond hair, sexy glasses) is accurate as hell, but not complete. Her gaze and how she moves exude pure sexual purpose. This miss knows what she desires and is willing to do anything to get it. I have not yet recovered from the shock or my hands and feet are already tied to the bed.

The ladies undress while discussing my qualities.

"Wow, Isis, he is indeed a nice guy. And his tools are also quite good. I almost dare not ask."

"You go first," Isis replies. She bends down, gives me a kiss on my forehead and whispers, "Do you want it, like this?"

I don't know how quickly to nod 'yes'.

"Shall I with my pussy...?"

I nod again. She sits down with her knees on either side of my head and lowers her warm crotch onto my face. Meanwhile, I feel Ina playing with my cock. First with her hand, but soon her mouth joins in. And when she has licked my pole wet enough, she sits on it. I slide smoothly inside her practiced pussy.

I enter a new dimension of pleasure. The two most delicious things imaginable, happening simultaneously. One girl on my cock, one on my mouth. Far too quickly, I cum. It doesn't bother Ina.

"Oh Isis, your boyfriend is already squirting into me. How naughty!" She gets no further. She begins to shake uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Isis has begun preparing for her greatest desire. "Don's treatment," she calls it. She has moved forward a little bit, allowing me to reach her ass with my tongue. I wiggle my tongue wildly between her buttocks. As I stiffen my tongue, she presses her starlet against it. The tip of my tongue shoots in. How horny I find this. The shivers run down my spine.

"Yes, yes," gasps Isis, "but now your cock has to go in. Untie it Ina."

Isis gets down on her knees with her ass up invitingly. Freed of my cuffs, I kneel behind her and try to wriggle my thumb into her hole.

"Wait," Ina says, "lube first." She grabs a tube and squirts a generous dose of translucent oil between Isis buttocks. Now my thumb, up to the mouse of my hand, slides smoothly into her arse.

"Ow," gasps Isis, as I move my thumb back and forth a few times. "Now, your cock," she commands.

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I put my cock on her starlet and thrust. But the difference between a thumb and a stiff cock is quite big in my case. Fortunately, the idea that I'll soon be pumping cum into her asshole excites me so much that I'm harder than ever. And that helps. My glans disappears from view and then suddenly it gets a lot easier. Easier for me then. I have no idea how it feels for Isis. But she is determined. After a short pause, she begins to gently move forward and backward. And with that, she wins a victory over herself. Gradually, the horniness of the idea of having a dick in her butt hole wins out over the pain. She is beginning to like it and she lets us know.

"Oh yes, it feels cool. Look at it Ina, it's all the way in." And as I take over the motion, "Oh, so nice. He's fucking me in the ass." Fortunately, she doesn't have enough air to comment further.

She is now chattering her ass into my crotch fanatically and sighing louder and louder. I can't hold it any longer. I empty my sack deep inside her. I keep coming until it starts to hurt.

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Later, as the three of us lay in bed, Isis reveals that she didn't cum. But that she definitely wants to do this again. Luckily not tonight.