Dear Alexander,
For years have we been pen pals and not afraid of sharing our darkest secrets in order to get them off our respective chest, even though we have not once sat face to face, let alone been able to look into each other’s eyes. We have shared stories, fantasies, and dreams at times beyond disturbing; fantasies we would not dare talk about with anyone else. So it is this time again, my friend.
Here and at this moment, I allow myself to tell you a story that has been haunting my nights and keeping me awake ever since it occurred, for the emotional rollercoaster it has set rolling is most urgently demanding to be regained control of.
I allow myself to have you know I feel profoundly guilty of having caught myself indulging in such immoral behavior merely a few days prior to writing this here letter. As for now that I finally mustered the courage to share this event with you, my friend, I gradually begin to feel at ease again. Yet even now, dear fellow, as I am penning these very lines, my mind still gets plagued, nonetheless, by the mere thought of this uppermost disturbing occurrence.
As you may remember from one of my former letters, I have lost a few words about my neighbor’s daughters Lucy and Larissa, have I not? Let me briefly remind you of what they are and look like, although I know my descriptions of these two adolescent girls were rather vivid in my earlier scribblings – of Lucy, the elder of both sisters, especially.
Larissa, the younger of the two, aged sixteen, shows great talent in luring boys and sometimes even young men into her home; to let them savage her luscious body whenever her parents are out, I assume. She might be an appealing and alluring vixen who knows her way around the hormone-driven youngsters among our gender, but for the time being, I will refrain from writing about her. It once more is rather her elder sister who caught my eye.
Lucy, seventeen years of age, stands in stark contrast to her younger sister; or better half sister, as Larissa is a child from a brief adventure of her mother’s. It is, needless to say, said escapade cost the latter her first marriage (to a very polite and respectful policeman, if I remember correctly, although I never really got to know him) years later as her cheating was revealed.
The differences between the two sisters are, as already mentioned, uncanny in many ways. Lucy seems a lot more mature – far beyond their mere difference in age, in fact – although she appears to be more reserved and to have a slightly less developed and pronounced female physique. Here I am talking about mental matureness, however.
She is, for instance, waiting for the right person to give up her virginity to, as she once told me. Don’t ask me under which circumstances this young and well-mannered lady on the brink to adulthood shared her most intimate secrets with the old geezer I am, for I simply can’t recall the occasion. In times like these where losing one’s innocence is pathetically over-hyped among these oversexed teens her age, patience is a rare virtue.
Before filling you in on the details of my lewd escapade, I shall provide yet further details to explain the circumstances so difficult to put in mundane words; for the better understanding that is.
It is Lucy with her pure face, eyes so full of life and such vivacious ways of expression who keeps intriguing me, and makes my mood lighten up in brightest lust for life even in my darkest days. In the time we were neighbors, I have grown very fond of her the more she turned into the young woman she is indeed about to become. Her obvious fondness of my humble self did not pass unnoticed either, quite the contrary so, in fact.
Before long after her sixteenth birthday, I noticed that Lucy was not far from growing to be a bright and pretty woman. Every move she made, every smile she offered me (and she seemed to do that a lot; then again, this might just neighborly politeness), every glance her eyes so full of life through radiated a youthful enthusiasm, almost an euphoria unmatched by any other woman or girl I had so far had the pleasure to meet. Her heartwarming smile was so affectionate it kept me going through the most tedious of work days. Just the mere thought of coming home to that beaming smile in the evening lifted my mood enough to keep going through my darkest times. I took an immense liking in seeing her grow and explore the little things in life and slowly become the young woman that I live next door to.
In order to be clear, it is imperative to point out that my interest in her was strictly non-sexual; I just found in her to be an utmost interesting girl and a good friend.
As it is with the male nature – alas! – reason and feelings do not always coincide when it comes to the question of the opposite gender. Whilst being fully aware of the implications that go with a morally unacceptable adventure with a teenage (in this case seventeen-year-old) girl, my feelings had their very own view of the situation. You too know these kind of fantasies your mind pictures although knowing they are strictly forbidden, taboo even. You have told me about yours. Usually, we do not cling to them, we brush them aside as wrong, non-affordable et cetera, and are sometimes shocked, or disgusted by our own perversions.
Now with this particular girl, things were to be different, for Lucy’s beaming smile and her blooming body started to have my mind filled with images intense beyond my ability to suppress them and inappropriate for a married man my age.
This went so far that one night around half past midnight I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. My wife who lay beside me, snoring lowly and happily, had cuddled up to my side after one good episode of our amazing lovemaking (I told you in an earlier letter how amazing our love life still is after twenty five years of wedlock, have I not?). Yet not even during our coital act, however, good it was, was I able to get my mind off young Lucy.
I decided to get up, answer some long-pending e-mails, as a matter of distracting myself.
Not very surprised by this finding and while stepping to the strap that would shut them, I made another, a lot more intriguing discovery: one of the neighbor’s house’s rooms was still lit, and the blinds were not lowered either, so I had a clear view of what happened merely a dozen feet away from my own eyes. I don’t think it is necessary to particularly point out it was Lucy’s bedroom I was peeking into.
The sight I lay my eyes upon was mesmerizing, yet paralyzing: Lucy was preparing herself to go to bed. Not much to see, I thought first, expecting her to change into her pajamas; a quick flash of her smallish breasts, if I was lucky. I need to admit, however, that an unexpectedly kinky and dirty side of me secretly hoped to get a more decent view of her youthful features. Shocked by the forbidden nature of my own dark ideas, I found myself unable to take my eyes off this undressing beauty.
My mouth fell open when I realized she was laying down in the nude and did not bother to cover her youngish body with a blanket, but rather let her hands roam her belly, her thighs and seemed to zero on her pubic mound and nipples after a while.
I swallowed when I saw her spreading her legs to grant her fingers access to her sex. She traced her labia, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. An urge to free myself from my own undergarments came upon me as I imagined the sound of her sweet voice sighing in a crescendo of sexual tension.
Despite the warnings of my inner voice and the begging of my conscience, I kept my eyes transfixed to the action in the neighbor’s house. Although the yelling was imaginary, I could clearly hear it fill my ears with a deafening volume. It was silenced immediately, however, when my attention was completely caught by the young girl stroking her clitoris.
Seeing Lucy pinch her nipples and arch her back in contortions of her sexual pleasure caused my cock to spring to life although my scrotum had recently been drained by my wife.
As my hand slowly started stroking my shaft, I got painfully reminded of my wife’s expertise in matters of satisfying my sexual needs, for my skin was still sore from fucking her experienced pussy. Yet my hormones kept aching for a pleasure my wife would never be able to give me and Lucy was readily offering me on a silver platter that very instant.
Despite the irritation of my foreskin, I began stroking my blood-engorged penis when my neighbor dipped her middle finger inside her vaginal cavity and licked her juices off it thereafter. The next time she slid her finger in, I saw it disappearing knuckle-deep and her body writhe as she was seemingly stroking her g-spot deep within her pussy. She slid her finger out to spread her nectar over her labia and lubricate her clitoris before she penetrated herself with two fingers while brushing her erect button with her thumb.
I, in return, slid my cock in and out of my clenched fist in rhythm to her fingers. Seeing her body thrashing in cramps of aching need aroused me greatly. What appealed to me most were her smallish breasts that wiggled with her every squirming.
Under my labored breath, I felt a sudden burst of aggression that made me thrust my erect penis into my hands with unforeseen violence. I failed to fathom where said outburst of feelings came from, yet every forward thrust with my hips fueled the fire of my aggressivity further until I heard my skull’s resonance of my own teeth gnashing against each other. My eyes hurt from the blood rushing through their tiny veins, and with each breath burning in my lungs I felt Lucy’s impending orgasm approach together with mine.
Her mouth wide agape she let her climax overwhelm her. In that exact moment, I splashed a single thick rope of my own seed against the window and two less massive ones directly on the windowsill.
It was only when this deeply rooted feeling of guilt crept upon me at once that it dawned on me where this sudden rage had come from. From the very beginning had I been aware that I should not have watched young Lucy pleasing herself although an inner voice told me she had purposely omitted to shut her blinds with the intention of giving me a show.
It came to me that I should have known better than to commit such a most frivolous act of voyeurism on this innocent little girl and immediately a deep and true regret filled my heart that was already being tormented by mixed feelings of the worst kind. Yet, still I could sense that the before-mentioned set of affectionate emotions I felt for young Lucy gradually came to grow far beyond what the friendly relationship between neighbors allowed to be.
It breaks my heart, my dear friend, to admit that I am failing my marriage for the unreasonable love to a girl far less than half my age. I am seeking your council, impatiently awaiting your answering letter and looking for repentance for the sins I have committed and am now dreaming about both day and night.
I know my words are well-guarded with you and your replying letter alone will aid me to overcome my emotional quarreling.
Best regards,
Your friend and pen pal
Christopher
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The two uniformed men were standing in front of the door. One of them was holding a letter in his hands – the letter whose author was living in the house in front of which the two policemen were standing.
“Are you sure you wanna do this, Alec?” said one of them to his colleague, “I know he’s been your old pen pal for, like, ages and this has to be very uncomfortable for you.”
“I know we’re not supposed to mix duty with personal matters,” replied the latter, “but I insisted on taking this case of voyeurism on subject younger than eighteen. I want to know what that motherfucker looks like who’s been spying on my little daughter from my first marriage.”
