“Is that Jasmine, the girl across the street?” I asked myself. I clicked the picture, opening the profile. It looked like her. Quiet, shy, and introverted Jasmine; is this the girl down the street? I read the profile’s description. It sounded like what I knew of Jasmine, little as that was.
I delved a little deeper, reading a story the author had written. One story leads to another, and shortly before I meant to, my cock was out, spewing cum all over my shorts. I didn’t care. After cleaning the remaining cum off my shaft and head, I pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside.
I continued to read more of the stories. Jasmine was an amazing writer. She was also a super freak in hiding. I got aroused again just imagining her typing away. I look out the window toward her house. I couldn’t tell if that was her room I was looking into, a quick trip to my dad’s study for his telescope solved the issue.
I looked through and there she was, typing away at her computer. I couldn’t see the screen, though. She tensed as if she knew someone was watching her. I backed away from the scope.
“Dummy,” I said to myself. She couldn’t see in here, I thought. I looked into her room again to see the blinds closed. “Goddammit.”
I read some more of her stories. This writer had to be her. I finished again and went to sleep.
As time passed, days and weeks, this became my daily masturbation habit.
I continued this trend every time my parents were gone. I’d find myself ejaculating to her stories every day. Daily, I’d try to see if she was writing. It always ended the same; she’d be typing away then close the blinds. A few days later there’d be a new story.
Finally, her story Behind the Scenes published. I read it and was coming like never before. I reread it and came again. All day I checked out the window, but the blinds never closed.
Two days later.
I finally saw her writing again. I wasted no time; shortly those blinds would close. I dashed out the door and crossed the street. A quick check showed the driveway deserted. Jasmine’s parents’ car was gone. I knocked gently and waited. No one answered. I knocked again and waited. Still, no one answered. Maybe she was not home I thought. I looked at her window. The blinds were closed, and they were only ever closed when she was inside; presumably being naughty. My erection was pounding the fabric of my shorts for freedom.
I slipped around back. Sure enough, the door was unlocked. In small towns, people never locked their doors. I paused; thinking did I want to do this? I tried to remember if she had a dog. I was pretty sure she didn’t. I slipped inside.
I explored the house quietly. My nerves had me shaking. I crept up the stairs, I felt like such a pervert, but I had to know. The only door that appeared to be closed in the hallway led me straight to the gentle moans that were emanating from within.
I gently caressed the head of my cock through my shorts and shuddered; as I stood there listening to her. It felt so good touching myself as I listened. Her moans were like ecstasy. I turned the knob slowly. The door cracked open ever so slightly. There on the bed I saw her.
Her hands gripped firm breast, fingers pinching little light brown nipples. Her moans got louder as she continued. I peeked further in and saw her waxed smooth pussy. She looked so tight and perfect. Her pussy lips were smooth and glistening. She reminded me of a new car, how it looks before it’s driven or a freshly made bed before it has been laid in.
I couldn’t handle it any longer and unzipped my pants. As I did so, she stopped with a sudden jerk. I froze, my hand gripped my freed cock tightly. Minutes passed, and she must have decided she had heard things, and she started again. I gently began to rub myself again, up and down my shaft. Pre-cum spilled off my head and lubricated my hand.
She began to rub her clit. Just one little finger slipped in between her lips, the slit of her pussy soaked her exploring fingers. Then she rubbed up to her swollen bud. I began to move my hand faster. Then a moan escaped my lips just as her finger began penetrated between her lips.
She jumped out of bed and ran to the door. She whipped it open. I stood there stunned with my cock in my hand.
“What the fuck,” she screamed, and I felt the sharp slap of her hand across my face. I could feel my cheek begin swell. My skin felt like it was on fire, but it was my jaw that hurt the most.
“Uh uh uh,” I stuttered as she stood before me nakedly. She was even more entrancing naked.
“I’m calling the police,” she screamed, but I was still entranced. Her hand had the sweet smell of her natural lubrication on it, and it had felt like every part of me was electrical. Then my senses returned, I was going to go to jail. I had to stop her.
“And tell them what? Tell your parents what? That you have a fan on Lush, and he sought you out?” I asked challenging her. I didn’t know what had come over me. Maybe it was all her stories. Maybe I wanted to be a mutant or a survivor in her apocalypse stories. I was an entirely foreign person from the me that I had known before.
It’s was her turn to stutter, and this aroused me more. Emboldened I shoved her toward the bed. She let out a cry of shock before falling onto the bed backward.
“No!” she screamed at me as I knelt on the bed next to her. I slid my hand onto her soft wet pussy. She had resisted at first. Then she let out a moan as I rubbed her. I soaked my fingers between her slit like she had been just doing to herself. My finger slid up to her clit, and I began to rub. My other hand teased her hard nipples, brown and tiny.
“Over the last month, I have read everything you have written.
“Oh god. What the fuck.” Jasmine gasped not denying the stories were her stories.
“You have two choices. Suck my cock or I tell your parents about Lush,” I threatened. It’s was a bold lie. If I told there would be no more stories, no more fantasy of the girl across the street.
“Go to hell you bastard,” she screamed, each word had been broken by moans. Her hands then began to grip her tits, pinching her nipples. I decided to entrap her thoroughly; I pulled out my cell phone and snapped a picture.
“Can’t imagine you could deny the evidence,” I said smugly. Her legs quivered, and I spread them wide. I leaned in and tasted her. Her hips rocked back and forth with the motion of my tongue. Her moans drove me on. I pressed my tongue deeper and her shaved lips parted. I heard her gasp, and I looked up at her, into her beautiful eyes. I leaned forward taking her nipples into my mouth. I teased them like I did her pussy. My cock rubbed against her mound, and it was soaked instantaneously. I kissed her hard on the mouth, knowing she would taste what I had just tasted.
“You’re a bastard.” She moaned as I continued. I bit her lower lip and slowly dragged my teeth across it as I pulled away. I felt her tremble beneath me as I kissed slowly down her body. Her hard nipples slowed my progression as I had to tease each again.
“I could stop,” I said not having meant it.
“Please,” she whispered between moans, “keep going.” Her hands pushed my head lower. I smiled up at her.
“Sweetie that’s the plan,” I told her and began to lick her eager pussy some more. I knew she would be like Jenny and all the other girls in her stories, so very eager, and I had been right. Her legs tightened around my head, and she began to squirm. I smiled and licked her faster, my thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Her hips bucked, and I had to grip them to hold her down.
“Fuck. Fuck. Yes!” Jasmine screamed as my mouth filled with the sweet juices of her cum. I’m got up and kissed her hard on the mouth seconds after her orgasm receded. The tip of my cock was desperately rubbing in the slit of her pussy, wanting inside.
“Oh my god,” I whispered as I smiled at her “you ‘re incredible.” She shook her head at me. I knew she was a virgin. I pressed firmly feeling the tension as I entered her. She was so tight it had hurt us both. The velvet folds of her tiny hole gripped me tightly. She cried out; several tears ran down her cheeks.
“It hurts,” she whimpered. I knew it did; so I moved more gently once I had begun again.
“It will be at first,” I whispered, and then I leaned down kissed her. I pushed all the way in and slowly pulled out. I slowly repeated, in and out, over and over again. Each time it was a little bit easier. It was not long before she had begun to pant and gasp. The sheets were wrinkled balls in her fists. Her gasps and moans were an aphrodisiac.
“Oh my god, yes. This is,” she began as an orgasm took over. “Fuck! Yes! Harder!” she had demanded. I was eager to please and pulled her legs over my shoulders as I pounded into her. Her body tightened around me; her tight pussy squeezed me harder. I began to fuck her harder and faster. Each slam deep within her slapped my balls against her ass. She is no longer attempted to restrain her screams, and she moaned and cried with gusto.
“Yes!” I moaned as I slammed all the way into her. I felt myself bulge inside of her and a spray of hot sticky come filled her. I slammed, again and again, each time I shot more inside her. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed next to her. I had then looked into her eyes; that’s when I noticed the tears were gone. I leaned into her, and we kissed gently. Our tongues mingled and danced.
It wasn’t long, and I felt my arousal begin to renew. I knew my little slut neighbor could feel it too as her kissing increased and her hands explored my body. I pulled her on top of me, and she slid easily down onto my shaft. She was still so tight I was afraid actually to hurt her, so I let her control the motion. I held her breasts as she bounced slowly up and down. Her nipples were so hard that they pressed firmly into my hard. I slipped a hand to her clit, her motion riding my cock rubbed her clit with my thumb. The room was filled with her moans again.
“Fuck!” she moaned loudly, as she rode me faster and harder. I released her amazing tits so she could ride unhindered. She gripped them firmly, her pace then increased. I knew that the way she rode my cock, this wouldn’t take long for me to cum; she was just so tight. With her in control, her orgasm built slower than the first time. She rocked back and forth bouncing wildly on top of me. I flexed within her each time she fell upon me. My rigid shaft jumped with each flex, hitting her G-spot. After my third time she gripped my chest in her hands and dug furrows into my chest, and she tightened around me again.
I released my control, and hot loads of cum were released. As my seed shot deep inside her, Jasmine rocked faster and harder. I couldn’t control my moans anymore as she fucked me this time; I moaned loudly. Her slow building orgasm hit her hard. She cried again, her hands slamming into my chest, and her bouncing pace was so fast I wouldn’t have believed it was possible. Finally, she collapsed onto my chest like I had on hers. We laid there, me inside her and our mixed cum leaked down around my shaft and onto the bed.
“I need to finish my story,” she told me as she got off the bed. She sat on her chair naked and began to type. I laid there and watched her and smiled. I knew in few days there would be a new story posted and I had not been disappointed.
This story is a fictional story based on a story by Jasmine_x. (Based on Jasmine_x’s story BEHIND THE SCENES)
