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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Neighbour's daughter. Ch. 4 (mf teen oral) by Henrik Larsen
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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their 
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant 
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.



The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 4.

The girls sat in the sofa as always. We were all very relived that the math 
exam was over and any thoughts about the rest of the exams was forgotten 
that afternoon. Apart from Nina telling me how grateful she was for my help, 
we couldn't talk about anything serious at all. Everything turned in to 
joking and laughter. We really had a great time.

Time passed very quickly and I was surprised when Nina suddenly got up and 
said she had to leave. I didn't really notice the looks she sent Sophie as 
she left. We were generally acting silly that afternoon, but as soon as I 
had closed the door, I realised that Sophie had a plan.

"You know, the thing we did last week?" she said as she put her arms around 
my neck. "I want to do that again. Can I?"

It was as if she asked a favour of me. Sophie was the only girl I'd met that 
saw it that way.

"I can't say no to you," I laughed.

I took off my jeans and underwear. Sophie looked at me for a second.

"Can't you take it all off?" she asked, with a giggle. "It looks kind of 
silly when you still have your shirt and socks on."

I complied and soon I was standing naked in front of her. It felt kind of 
funny, her fully dressed and me naked but thinking back, I remembered that 
it was often like that, just the other way around with Sophie naked and me 
dressed. Sophie pushed me down on the sofa and knelt between my legs.

"Don't you think you should take your dress off? It might get stained."

"But I got my thing, you know. We can't really . . ." Sophie protested.

"You can just take the dress off and maybe your bra. I like looking at you," 
I added.

Sophie smiled and pulled her dress off. Underneath, she was wearing a too 
small training bra which squeezed her breasts flat. Once that was off, it 
looked like her breasts swelled on her chest. As she knelt again, I leaned 
forward and caressed her beautiful breasts. She let me keep them there and 
put her hands on my thighs.

"Do you think you will come?" she asked, innocently.

"It's very likely. It was so good last time. I'll warn you."

"I want you to come," she said, smiling, before she closed her lips around 
my cock.

It felt even better than last time. Very slowly her tongue circled the rim 
of my head. Then she began moving her head up and down. I was in heaven. I 
moved my hands from her tits to her head, gently guiding her, although I 
didn't need to. There was no doubt that I was going to come and it wasn't 
going to be long, either.

I motioned her to go a little faster. She still had her hands on my thighs 
and I guess I got a little over enthusiastic. My cock hit the back of her 
throat a couple of times, making Sophie gag, but she didn't stop me. I tried 
to avoid it but it happened again and again. Maybe it was my sub conscience 
that made me do it, because I found the thought of my cock almost down her 
throat very arousing. Finally, it became too much for her and she wrapped 
her hand around my cock to control how deep I was going.

It also became too much for me. I took my hands off her head.

"Sophie, I'm getting close," I warned her, moaning more that saying it.

She pulled almost off and hesitated for a second, before she plunged down 
again and increased the speed. She began to caress my balls with her free 
hand and I thought I could feel the suction increase. It was too much for 
me.

I exploded into her mouth and it was wonderful to come without a condom. 
Sophie slowed down and my cum shot into her mouth in waves. I always 
refrained from masturbating for at least three days before Sophie's visits 
and the pressure was high, thus the release so much more powerful.

She didn't swallow it at first. When my cock had finished jerking in her 
mouth, she took it out and looked around, then up at me with a hint of panic 
on her face. I picked a coffee cup and handed it to her. Visibly relieved, 
she spit out my cum in the cup.

"God, it was wonderful, Sophie. Did it taste very bad?"

"No, not really. It was just . . . different from what I thought. I thought 
it was more like water. Are you very disappointed that I didn't swallow it?"

"No! Many girls spit it out afterwards. Actually, a lot of girls won't even 
go down on a boy, let alone let him come in their mouth."

"Maybe I'll try to swallow it next time. I was just . . ."

"Hey, no sweat. Once it has left me, I don't care that much any more," I 
joked.

Sophie smiled. "Well, I care. It's still part of you, in a way."

I'd never really thought of it that way.

            -   -     -

I had an interview for a job the day after my last exam. I'd already spoken 
to the man and he sounded like I had a good chance of getting the job. I was 
nervous when I came to the office. It was a good job and with my grades I 
should have a good chance of getting it, but I always had a nagging feeling 
that something could go wrong.

It was my first job interview and I'd expected it to be very formal, but it 
was quite relaxed. Mr. Othmar, head of personal, had a way of making me 
talk. He asked very few questions. After half an hour, that felt like a no 
more than ten minutes, he looked down in my papers.

"Well Eric, your paper are fine and I like your attitude. I think you'll fit 
in just fine. If you want the job, it's yours."

"Eh, thank you. I sure do." I answered, somewhat surprised.

"Welcome aboard then. I better tell you a little bit about what plans we 
have for you. The first month or so, you'll be in the head office, just to 
get to know your way around and some of your colleagues. Then you will be 
following one of the experienced accountants on his client visits. As you 
know, we do most of the work at the client's offices. When we feel you're 
ready for it, you will get your own client portfolio and go out on your 
own."

He paused for a moment, I guess to evaluate my reaction. Then he continued.

"This is not always a nine to five job. Sometimes, you will have to stay a 
little longer, if the client has a problem that needs to be dealt with. 
Unless it's several hours, we don't consider it to be overtime, but it's 
your responsibility to keep track of the hours you spend and then take time 
off, when it is compatible with your workload. It usually adds up in the 
end. Does it sound OK so far?"

"Yes. I'm used to working late, so it doesn't matter that much."

I certainly didn't mind the idea of being able to leave early every now and 
then. That would be more or less my only chance to see Sophie. It sounded 
better to say that I was used to working late than that I looked forward to 
time off.

"I've already told you about the salary, but is there anything else you'd 
like to asked me now?" he asked.

"No, not really."

"You can call me, if anything comes to mind, before you start. I take it 
you'd like a bit of vacation before you start. July the first will give you 
three weeks and it will be best if you start at the beginning of a month."

"That will be fine with me. I've been busy and it would be nice to relax a 
little."

"Yes. Everything is settled then. I'll send you the papers. You just read 
them and if every thing's ok, you sign them and send them back." He leaned 
back in the chair and threw the pen he'd been playing with on the table. 
"So, what are your plans for the future: house, car, family?"

"Something like that. I figure I'll stay in my flat until I've saved up a 
little. It's small, but it's also cheap, and I reckon I'll be able to save 
up a good sum pretty fast if I stay there. I would like a house. I'm kind of 
used to living in a house. A car would be nice too, but I can do without it, 
living so close to the city. It will only take me 15 minutes by bus to get 
here."

"Yes, there's no reason to buy a car to go to work," he interrupted me. 
"Parking is scarce and expensive here. I never take the car, unless I know 
I'm going to need it during the day. But it might come in handy, when you're 
going to visit clients. If everything goes well, you might get a company 
car. But don't expect it right away. It's not something you get on the first 
day."

"No, I understand. Do I have to go to several clients a day or do I spend a 
whole day at one client?' I asked.

"Usually several days at the same client but you might need to come here or 
go to a meeting somewhere else. It won't be a problem in the beginning."

There wasn't much more to be said so I went home, very satisfied with my new 
job and myself. I was home early and I knew Sophie would be home in an hour. 
I felt so tempted to buy a bottle of champagne on the way home, but I wasn't 
sure Sophie even liked it, and besides, I was pretty sure it would be 
catastrophic if her parents came home and found that she was the least bit 
intoxicated or smelling of alcohol. Instead, I bought some chocolates and 
pop. Not quite as fancy but it would have to do.

Sophie was very excited, when she heard about my job. We both knew that we 
would have a hard time seeing each other, and every little bit of light at 
the end of the tunnel gave her as much hope as it gave me. She hoped that 
her mum and dad would give her a little more freedom, once she started high 
school. They would have to face the fact that she wasn't a little girl any 
more, no matter how they dressed her. I shared her hopes but I wasn't so 
sure. Sophie's parents didn't seem to have a rational way of thinking. 
However, I kept my mouth shut about it so as not to spoil the good mood.

It was a warm day and my flat always got very hot, mainly because I only had 
windows on one side and couldn't get any real air movement. The chocolates 
were quickly melting and our fingers got sticky after eating the first one. 
Sophie complained, licked her fingers and got up to get a paper towel the 
kitchen. When she got back, I could tell by the look on her face that she'd 
got an idea.

"Take off your clothes," she said as she began to strip.

I'd assume that we would eat the chocolates first, before we made love but I 
didn't protest. I didn't care much for chocolates with Sophie around, so I 
quickly stripped. Considering the temperature in the flat, it was the only 
sensible thing to do anyway.

Sophie took a piece of chocolate and smeared it around her nipples. She 
didn't have to tell me what to do. While I was licking the chocolate off, 
she began smearing chocolate on my nipples. I might add here that I don't 
have a gorilla chest, only a few hairs around the nipples. As soon as I was 
finished, she began licking the chocolate off me. I took another chocolate 
and smeared on her breasts.

When Sophie had finished, she'd managed to get chocolate all over her lower 
face. I'd never realised how extremely erotic it could be to lick a girls 
face. When I'd finished her breasts as well, my face was smeared and Sophie 
licked it hungrily. It was just as good as licking her face.

I took the next chocolate and smeared it onto Sophie's stomach. While I 
licked it off, I out my hands on her buttocks, before Sophie could get her 
turn. Sophie squirmed as I feasted on her buttocks, but she couldn't grab 
hold of anything to steady herself, because her hands were really sticky by 
now.

Her next target was my inner thighs and balls. Now it was my turn to fight 
to keep my balance. Sophie spent a long time getting it all off again and I 
enjoyed every second of it. I'd never had anybody lick my balls before but I 
liked it.

Sophie had used the last piece of chocolate but there was plenty left on our 
hands. Standing in front of each other, we began to run our hands all over 
the front of each other's bodies. It was a mess but it was great fun.

We started licking each other's face. Pretty soon, we just licked whatever 
spot we could reach, wresting each other for the best position and we ended 
up at the floor, side by side, working our way down toward each other's 
crotch. We were both laughing like crazy until we reached our "final" 
destination and began to lick.

Sophie licked every inch of my shaft very thoroughly. I'd slipped a 
chocolate covered finger into her, making her moan loudly into my balls. I 
then did my best to lick and suck the chocolate from her dripping hole. My 
face was pressed hard against her. Sophie temporarily stopped licking my 
balls and ground her pussy against me.

When I realised that my tongue couldn't get more chocolate out of her, I 
concentrated on her clit. Sophie went wild and pushed me over on my back. 
She had me pinned down with her pussy over my face. Hungrily, she took as 
much of my cock into her mouth as she could and began to suck it hard and 
fast. I seriously began to doubt that I'd be able to make her come before I 
shot my own load. She was really wild.

Sophie was closer than I'd thought she was. Within a minute I could feel the 
tension build and slow down her actions, concentrating on her own pleasure. 
Lying under her as I did was a new way of experiencing her orgasm. All I 
could move was my tongue. She was in control and ground herself against me. 
I would be able to throw her off, because I was stronger than she was, but 
it would have been hard work.

I had licked her to orgasm several times before and knew she became very 
wet. This time, her pussy was overflowing like it had never done before. I 
was very pleased that she was so wet, once her orgasm hit her. She rubbed 
her pussy hard up and down over my face. My nose caught in her vagina 
several times. It hurt a little, but it would have been worse without the 
abundant lubrication.

She had stopped sucking me as her orgasm approached. She'd kept my cock in 
her mouth and as soon as she began to come she resumed her wild sucking. It 
was extremely exciting to see or rather feel her act so wildly, moaning and 
crying around my cock, throwing her head up and down over it. It was 
irresistible. I bucked madly but she had a firm grip around the shaft and 
controlled how deep she wanted to take me into her mouth. It didn't stop my 
orgasm, though. It was wild and wonderful and impossible for me to hold 
back.

My cum shot into Sophie's mouth. She slowed down a bit, moaning like she was 
eating a very sweet piece of chocolate. It really sounded as if she liked 
it. I did. Some of my cum leaked out but when I was finished, she still had 
the major part of my load in her mouth. She kept her lips tightly sealed and 
she pulled off. Then she sat up and turned around, her eyes smiling proudly, 
obviously still with my cum in her mouth. I followed the swallowing motion 
on her neck. She fought to keep a straight face, but she couldn't hide her 
discomfort.

"Was it that bad?" I asked her.

"I kind of like the taste of it, but the consistency is yucky. I don't think 
I'll ever get used to swallowing it," She answered, making a face like she'd 
just chewed a lemon.

She shifted a little and we both noticed how sticky we really were. A bath 
was called for and it would have been great to shower together, but my 
bathroom was simply too small, so we showered separately, Sophie first, then 
me. We didn't have much time to talk afterwards, but it didn't matter. In 
just five days, we would have ten whole days together.


To be continued.


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