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Subject: {ASSM} "Cyber Neighbor" by T. Frottage (M/f, voy)
Date: Mon,  4 Dec 2000 07:10:03 -0500
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This story is intended for persons over 18.  Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments.




Cyber Neighbor
By Thomas Frottage



The afternoon sun beat down on Tony Scarletti's almond skin as he snipped and
trimmed the bushy leaves of the hedges that separated all the houses in the
neighborhood.  Loud rock music blared from a portable CD player he kept on the
patio.  He was nearly finished with the second set of hedges when out of the
corner of his eye he thought he caught a glimmer of someone moving in his
neighbor's yard.  He glanced quickly through a small opening in the bushes, but
didn't see anything.

A few minutes later he saw something move again, this time through the window
of his neighbor's house.  He knew the only person to use that room was his
neighbor's daughter, Carrie.  

Like a thief in the night Tony snuck up to a small clearing in the bush just
across from the window, found a stray brick, and stepped up on it.  Instantly
he was just above the fence line with a clear view into Carrie's window.  His
eyes bugged out, a low moan escaped from behind the open window.  

Tony watched Carrie Webber sprawled on her floor slowly fingering her hairless
pussy. She was an absolute fox, with long blonde hair, a firm set of 34-c's, a
great pair of legs, best of all, she was captain of her high school
cheerleading squad.  She must've just come home from practice; her cheerleading
skirt was hiked up above her hips, her sweater bunched up over her chest
exposing both pink nipples standing straight up.  Tony admired her long
muscular legs bent at the knee, parted wide allowing her cherry red painted
finger to penetrate her obviously moist folds.  Her goddess like face contorted
with every touch; another moan ruptured the outside silence.

Tony took his cock from his shorts; slowly he pumped his stiff member, a
feeling of adventure rolling through him.  He could be caught at any moment. 
What a rush!

Carrie arched her back high off the carpet; another red colored fingernail
split her tight pussy, burying itself deep inside her.  Another second passed;
another finger found her inner folds.  She worked her three fingers in small
circles over her excited G-spot.  Her thumb found her swollen clit, circled it
while her fingers toyed with her spot.  Waves of pleasure, like bolts of
energy, raced through her tight tan cheerleader body as she worked her magic
over her cooze.

Tony pumped his cock with his fist at full speed while he watched the young
babe get herself off.  He had often thought about what Carrie looked like nude;
thought about it a lot after seeing her by the pool one day last year, but
never actually thought he would see her.  Now, live, just a few feet away, it
was better than he ever imagined.  Her toned body was like something from the
Ms. Fitness America Pageant, he couldn't see an ounce of fat on her splendid
body.

Tony knew she was close to climaxing, her tits heaved faster now than just a
few seconds ago.  Her hips suddenly bucked up off the ground, her fingers
burying themselves deeper inside her.  She moaned loudly, retracted her hips,
tightened her ass and came with a holler.  Tony could almost see her vaginal
walls tightening around her three fingers as her pussy spasmed with pleasure. 
Her hand was covered with her love juice as her breathing slowly, steadily
returned to normal.  Carrie's tan body had a slight flush to it from her
extreme pleasure.  She looked like Aphrodite lying there on the floor.

Tony exploded a thick load all over the deep dark green leaves of his cozy
hedge cutout.  He felt weak in the knees as the last rush of cum escaped his
rigid dick.  It took all his strength to keep from grunting as his orgasm hit. 
He was sure if he made a sound, Carrie would hear him.  He really didn't care,
but was afraid she might tell her parents; or worse - his wife.

After about a minute of motionless recovery, still watching his naked neighbor
on her floor, Tony withdrew from the shrubs and resumed his trimming.  Hedge
trimming was not that bad after all, he thought with a coy smile.

A few weeks passed, Tony was disappointed that he hadn't been able to catch a
repeat performance, but was happy that she had been lying out by the pool
almost every afternoon in skimpy little bikini's keeping up her dark tan.  Tony
didn't get the same satisfaction out of her sunbathing, but did watch
nonetheless.

One night while surfing the web Tony stumbled across a site marketing amateur
teens posing nude.  He viewed the site, decided most of the girls pictured were
much too old to be advertised as teens and moved on to another site.  The more
he thought about the outrageous pictures he had seen and the insane amount of
people who paid for those pictures the more he though about his hot little
neighbor.  Tony knew voyeur pictures were hot, and he knew pictures of teen
cheerleaders were even hotter.  He had the best of both living right next door,
untapped.  All he could think about was the money.  Carrie's naked body would
surely bring a good price.   

The next day Tony planted two cameras in the bushy hedge line - one near the
pool, the other outside Carrie's bedroom window.  He had noticed over the past
few days that she never closed her bedroom blinds.  The camera took some work
near the bedroom; the view was hard to establish and keep the camera concealed.
 After some tweaking he finally found a position in which he could capture
almost the entire room.  He hoped to capture a repeat performance from the
other day and eventually real sex.  But Tony knew beautiful sleeping teens
could bring him a good price as well.

Tony anxiously raced home from work for the next three days, eager to see what
his hidden cameras had captured.  He had secretly hidden a small color monitor
and motion activated VCR in a small cutout up in the closet of the spare
bedroom.  Every day Carrie sat by the pool sunning her perfect body, letting
her hands explore her intimate areas when she felt the urge.  Tony watched
intrigued as Carrie performed her daily ritual all the while thinking of the
money he was about to make selling her image to the hundreds of devoted girl
lovers world wide.  By the weekend Tony had enough footage to split some video
into still pictures, streamline other footage into small, manageable clips, and
establish a decent website, verycarrie.com.  Amazingly, even with only bare
bones bandwidth, his site attracted lots of attention right from the start. 
Carrie's poolside solo moments were an instant hit.  
   
Carrie only spent two days out in the sun the following week; Tony capturing
the moments for his cyber-endeavor.  One day she practically wore nothing
burying her fingers in her pussy almost as soon as she stretched out.  Tony
couldn't help but get himself off while editing that footage.  Going to be a
big seller.

Tony tweaked the site everyday, responding to the numerous e-mails, adding and
subtracting pictures, changing color schemes in the background, and gradually
upgrading the page to compete with established porn sites.  And everyday he
counted the profits from new memberships and photo series purchases.  Like 80%
of all Internet porn, Tony was turning a hefty profit - already!

As the weeks drug on Tony's site became more and more popular until he had no
choice but to change servers and overhaul the entire site.  Request poured in
for Carrie to be with a young stud or another luscious high school cheerleader.
 Tony guessed most of his subscribers suspected his "amateur voyeur" pictures
were, in actuality, a staged model paid to look non-professional.  Since Carrie
had no idea she was performing for an audience getting her with someone else
was more of a challenge.  Did she even have sex?  The bedroom camera had only
ever captured Carrie pleasuring herself with her bullet-shaped vibrator - great
stroke material, but not what the subscribers requested. All he could do now
was hope for real sex.  

Carrie was nowhere to be found for the next two weeks.  Tony desperately needed
new material for the site.  He made do by posting previously unused pictures
and video to keep the members happy.    

Early Thursday evening Tony flipped the monitor on while surfing the net, not
expecting to see much - Carrie's disappearing act continued.  He split the
screen, decided it was too late for Carrie to be out by the pool and clicked
off the backyard camera.  A dim light from a hallway outside Carrie's window
was the only thing illuminated on the screen.  Tony flicked a switch on the VCR
and settled in to his web surfing.

After about an hour the monitor started flashing, brining Tony's attention to
the screen.  He quickly moved to the hole in the back of the closet wall.  He
hit the record button on the VCR and watched as Carrie shut her bedroom door
and strode across the room.  She wore her cheerleading uniform; Tony guessed
she must've come from a game.  Tony watched as she appeared to talk to herself
for a minute.  He wondered if someone was in the room with her.  Could this be
it?  He didn't see anyone come in with her.  He leaned in closer to the monitor
hoping he could figure out what she was doing.  Suddenly Tony stood from the
chair, his mouth wide open, his eyes as big as saucers studying the screen.   

Carrie moved from beside the bed to a position out of camera range, her hands
outstretched in front of her as she seductively moved forward.  After a second,
she came back into camera view with a young sturdily built high school football
stud's hands eagerly wrapped around her tight body.  Tony knew from his hours
of "research" that the good-looking stud was Johnny, the captain of the high
school football team and Carrie's ever present wet dream.  Tony watched,
fascinated as Johnny and Carrie began the foreplay process.  His prayers had
been answered - he hoped.

Johnny moved his thick hands from Carrie's tender shoulders to her tight ass. 
He liked the feeling of her sexy cheerleading skirt rubbing against his hands
as he kneaded Carrie's hard ass cheeks.  The thin fabric of Carrie's panties
was an appealing turn-on to the football star; he felt himself fully aroused -
hard as a rock.  

Carrie's tongue found Johnny's mouth and she buried it deep inside.  She felt
his rock hard cock rubbing against her pelvic bone, throbbing demanding to be
set free from the confines of his tight jeans.  Johnny's ass was so tight as
she rubbed it with her hands.  She had never wanted someone so bad in all her
life.  She could feel her pussy juice soaking the thin panties under her skirt.
 She wanted Johnny to take her.

Johnny moved a finger under the leg band of Carrie's cheerleader panties.  His
long finger found her tight soaked pussy, easily slipping in up to the first
knuckle.  Carrie let out a low moan, buried her head in Johnny's shoulder and
quivered as the intrusion sent a wave of pleasure surging through her body.

Carrie groped at the front of Johnny's tight jeans, fumbling with the snap,
finally undoing it, pulled the zipper down, and springing Johnny's hardness
from captivity.  In one smooth motion her soft hand turned and palmed Johnny's
member rubbing up and down at a feverish pace.  Johnny's knees buckled as he
jutted his hips forward trying to keep Carrie from making him cum with her
hand.  He was trying to keep his composure, but he was failing miserably.  He
felt cum creeping up his long shaft as Carrie's hand worked him over.  He had
to change positions, get inside her.  He wanted to cum inside her.

Johnny pulled back slightly breaking the rhythm Carrie had established, dropped
to his knees and dove under her dark blue cheerleading skirt.  His tongue
lapped over her soaked panty covered pussy while he worked his hands up to
remove the fabric.  When he finally had them off he buried his tongue deep in
Carrie's tight twat sending another wave rushing through her.  She draped a leg
over Johnny's shoulder allowing him better access to her hungry cunt.  Johnny's
tongue danced in and out of her tight hole, his hand pressed tightly against
Carrie's leg stabilizing her and feeling the tight flesh of her beautiful leg. 
Carrie tried to keep quiet, her parents were in the room next door, but
couldn't maintain, Johnny hit her in just the right spot and she practically
passed out from the orgasm.  Waves of glorious juice spilled onto Johnny's face
covering his lips and chin.  He had never made anyone cum like that before. 
His dick was so hard it hurt.  Gingerly he stroked himself, ready to stick it
in his drenched girlfriend.

Tony couldn't believe his luck, a real sexual encounter.  Even if Carrie and
Johnny didn't actually have sex the hot oral should be enough to satisfy his
fans until they did finally do it.  Tony knew the video was hot; his cock was
as hard as it had ever been while watching Carrie.  

Johnny moved to a standing position, kissing Carrie hard on the mouth.  Her
hand again found his solid dick and began rapidly stroking it.  Johnny felt
Carrie's tight tits through her sweater, carefully turning his young lover
around and rubbing his rock hard cock against her bare ass cheeks.  

Carrie bent over slightly allowing Johnny to burry his condom covered cock
between the folds of her tight pussy.  Johnny slipped in easily, Carrie's tight
pussy enveloping him like a tight glove.  Johnny slowly pushed forward as
Carrie pushed back.  Within seconds, Johnny was bucking his hips forward,
slamming his well-muscled body against Carrie's tight steel cheerleader ass;
slapping sounds echoed through the room.  Johnny hiked Carrie's skirt up over
her hips, slapped her tight ass leaving red hand marks on her tan skin.  Carrie
had her back arched and was moaning loudly as her lover fucked her with all he
was worth.  

Carrie came again, her entire body convulsed around Johnny's engorged cock.  He
held on to her cheerleading skirt like a jockey holding a bridal as Carrie
ground her tight butt against his unyielding member.  Johnny felt himself near
the edge, knew he was going to explode any second, hoped he could hold on long
enough for Carrie's orgasm to pass.  Her sensuous round ass rubbing against his
tight pelvic muscles was too much for him to take though.  He let out a loud
grunt, pulled his cunt-juice covered cock from deep inside Carrie, quickly
peeled the thin protective condom from his rod and showered gobs and gobs of
youthful cum all over Carrie's exposed ass, now arched higher in the air,
eagerly receiving all Johnny had.

Tony couldn't believe his luck.  Not only had his naughty starlet had a sexual
experience on camera, but she was a pro at making her lover cum - not to
mention Tony.  Money in the bank, he thought as he watched the two lovers
awkwardly finish what had just been true poetry.  
 
Carrie and Johnny's tryst was an instant hit on Tony's site, the fan mail
poured in begging for more.  Tony spliced scenes together, adding new footage
every day or so to keep the growing legion of subscribers satisfied. 

In the early evening one Thursday in June, Tony spent a little longer than
usual watering the side-yard grass.  As he did every day during summer he wore
nothing more than a pair of baggy black swim trunks.    

"Out a little late today, aren't you?" Carrie asked from around the corner on
her side of the yard.

Tony felt his heart leap into his throat.  He looked her direction as calmly as
he could; she wore a black one-piece Lycra swimsuit that hugged her curves
beautifully.

"Supposed to get real hot this weekend, thought I'd give the lawn a little
extra juice today," he said while his eyes danced over her luscious cheerleader
body.

Carrie smiled back, her full lips parted just enough to show a hint of white
tooth.  She saw how Tony's eyes undressed her, she was flattered, her eyes
invited him to keep looking.

"Would you mind coming inside with me for a second, when you're done?  I've got
this problem with my window.  Dad keeps telling me he's going to fix it, but he
still hasn't.  You think you could take a look at it?" Carrie asked, swiveling
slightly on her heel like a shy schoolgirl, her eyes full and pouty.

Tony swallowed hard, "S -- Sure.  I'll see what I can do.  Your parents won't
mind?" he asked, trying to discover if they were home.

"Of course not.  Besides, they're not going to be home for a long time.  They
are meeting each other after work for dinner."  Carrie had moved from the
corner, passed the hidden camera in the thick ivy to the common grass area just
in front of Tony.  She couldn't help but admire his strong burly chest.  

"I think they're gonna fuck and don't want to do it while I'm home," she
whispered, smiling seductively.

Tony was caught off guard by the comment.  His face flushed and he was
speechless for a second.  His eyes transfixed on her moist red lips and the
outline of her hardening nipples.  Tony felt his erection starting to grow.

"I'm finished here," he said and turned off the hose.  "Let's go have a look at
your window."

"Follow me," Carrie said eagerly and skipped ahead of Tony, glancing over her
shoulder making sure he was following.

Tony starred at her bouncing ass cheeks as she skipped ahead.  Her ass was even
tighter up close.  

Carrie led Tony into her bedroom, leaned over a small desk that she kept near
the window and pointed to a small spot where the weather stripping was hanging
away from the frame.

"It doesn't keep the cold air out when I'm sleeping," she explained.

Tony never saw what she was pointing at, his eyes glued on Carrie's ass as she
bent over.  He felt his cock straining under the thin material of his swim
trunks as he watched the black fabric of Carrie's swimsuit reveal more skin as
she moved.  

"So do you think you can fix it?" she asked turning around.

"I - uh - I --"

Tony's face was beat red, his cock was sticking out like a flagpole under his
shorts.  Carrie had to know he was hard as a rock.

"Where you looking at my ass?" she asked, playfully turning back away from him.
 "You like what you see?"

"Very much," Tony managed.

"Would you like to feel my ass?"

"Yes," Tony said moving forward toward her as if possessed.

Tony gently touched the silky fabric covering Carrie's ass; her butt was
tighter than he had ever imagined.  Slowly he started kneading the tight
muscle.

Carrie reached around with one hand and touched his cock.  Tony let out a
small, unexpected whimper.  

"That feel good?"  You want me to play with it?"

Carrie was on her knees in front of Tony instantly.  She had his swim trunks
around his ankles, his rod buried up to the root in her mouth.  Tony's head was
arched back in pleasure, both hands guiding Carrie's head back and forth over
his shaft.  Loud slurping sounds escaped Carrie's full mouth as she increased
speed with every suck.  Tony was in ecstasy.

After a few minutes, Tony helped Carrie out of her bathing suit, he wanted to
see her naked.  Quickly she went back for his dick, but Tony stopped her,
turned her around and lifted her up over his head.  He lowered her so she could
suck his dick and he could have the pleasure of eating her young pussy.  Carrie
didn't know quite what to do at first, but she quickly figured it out.

Tony dipped his tongue in her drenched hole.  He had never tasted anything as
sweet as her swollen clit oozing cunt juice.  Quickly, like a starved man, he
lapped at her swollen lips, tickling and teasing with his teeth and tongue. 
Carrie could barely keep her mouth over his hard cock as he pleasured her like
a seasoned pro.

Tony could only hold her up for a few minutes, his knees were getting weak and
he knew all the blood was rushing to her head; he didn't want her to pass out
before he was finished.  He laid her on her back, crawled between her strong
creamy thighs and dove into her honey pot again.  His tongue was like a guided
missile searching out her swollen lips, her clit and finally her G-spot.  Two
quick flicks of his tongue missile had her screaming in joy as she came all
over his face, tightly wrapping her powerful legs around his head.

After her legs parted freeing him, he fumbled with a condom wrapper, covered
his mighty sword and slowly dipped into her hungry love hole.  As Tony sunk
deeper and deeper into Carrie he could feel her muscles contracting around his
massive member.  A moan of pleasure escaped his lips - he had never felt
anything so tight.

Tony didn't move he just let his throbbing cock bounce inside Carrie's tight
twat.  She whimpered pleasurably below him, her legs twitching involuntarily
every time Tony's cock twitched and hit her G-spot.  Never had anyone pleased
her like he had just done.  Never had she felt this way.

Tony felt her cunt release him; slowly he withdrew until just the tip of his
mighty member was still inside Carrie's tight folds.  Just when she thought he
was going to leave her completely he drove back in as far as he could.  Carrie
screamed in pleasure, Tony's tool sending a surge of joy racing through her
veins.

Within seconds Tony was in full stride, pumping his hips as hard as he could
burying his cock to the root with every thrust.  Carrie had wrapped her legs
tightly around his waist and was coming up off the ground each time Tony was on
an up-stroke.  The sensation of being suspended in air before being slammed
back to the ground was overwhelming.  Her cunt exploded again lubricating her
already saturated love tunnel.

Tony could take it no longer; her pussy was so wet he could hardly feel
anything inside her anymore.  He wanted to fuck her ass, but knew he wasn't
going to be able to hold out.  He pumped deeply a few more times, withdrew his
pulsing member, whipped the condom off and jerked his rod just as it launched a
stream of hot cum all over Carrie's firm tits.  Tony jerked his member until
every last drop landed on Carrie's chest, then he used the tip of his bare dick
to smear it all over her tan skin.  He collapsed next to her, both of them
panting heavily from intense orgasms.

After a few minutes of silent recovery Carrie rolled up to an elbow and kissed
Tony deeply on the lips.  Her fingers tweaked a nipple as she admired her older
lover's impressive body.

"That was pretty hot," Tony said, looking at his young lover's big tits.

"That it was.  I've got to tell you something, Tony," Carrie said, suddenly
serious.

"What?" Tony asked sitting up a concerned look on his face.

Carrie looked toward her closet for a moment, Tony's gaze following hers.  Tony
saw a small portable video camera watching his every move from the depths of
the closet.  His mouth fell open and a puzzled look crossed his face.

"Smile for my camera," she said after a second.  "I figure if you're going to
use me as a model I may as well get something out of this too."       

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