We moved into a new house. And the neighbor creeped me out at first. His rear window had a clear view of our house. I noticed Bruce checking out my tits and ass when I bent over to pick up a box. But as a big-boobed blonde, I was used to horny guys checking out my goodies.
Bruce ran over. "Janey, let me help you and your mom unload the moving van."
I was totally impressed when Bruce's strong arms moved all the furniture. Bruce worked close to me. Too close. Every time the big guy brushed against me, I felt an electric, pussy-tingling sizzle.
"Thanks for helping us move in." I hugged Bruce tight and felt his boner lump press against my belly. The thing felt huge! As we hugged he squeezed my ass. "Don't be so handsy!"
Two weeks later, I drove home with a large bag of dog food. Lifting the heavy load out of my car, I fell back with the heavy bag landing on my chest, squishing my tits. "OUCH!" Bruce raced over, lifted the bag, and fluffed up my boobs. I pushed his hand away. "Thanks, I can fluff my own boobs."
"Janey look, you bruised your knee. Let me kiss your boo-boo."
I laughed when the silly man kissed my kneecap. His kisses slid slowly up my thigh. "Stop it, that tickles." Before I knew it, Bruce's head was under my skirt. "DON'T SIR!" But it was too late. I felt his lips nibbling my virgin pussy through my panties. "Ohhh... Wow."
Then Mom drove up. Bruce pulled his head out, lifting me to my feet. Mom yelled, "What's going on here?"
"Um...nothin' Mother. I tripped and Bruce helped me up."
"Okay dear, but be a lady and push your skirt down. You got a huge wet spot on your panties." Mom turned to Bruce. "Hey handsome neighbor, wanna stay for lunch? I'm making burgers."
"Sure ma'am. I'm hungry." Mom went inside. I pushed down my skirt and punched Bruce. "Hungry? You perv. How dare you nibble my twat."
I kept a wary eye on Bruce as we ate. He went outside for a cigarette, and Mom told me to wash the dishes. As I washed, Bruce came up behind me. "Sweetie, l can help." Standing too close, his hand squeezed my sides, then slid under my oversized t-shirt, squeezing my tits.
"Stop feeling me up!" I squirmed as his big fingers pinched my nipples. Once again, I felt Bruce's boner lump pressing against me. His hand moved down, cupping my pussy. "Stop or I'll scream!"
"How old are you, girl?"
"N-nineteen, why?"
"Jus' makin' sure you're old enough."
"Old enough for what?"
"To fuck." I froze when his hand pushed inside my panties, brushing against my moist slit. It was repulsive but exciting. We heard footsteps in the hall. Bruce pulled his hand out as Mom walked in.
"Oh hi Bruce. Thanks for giving Janey a helping hand."
"My pleasure, always." Bruce licked his fingers and left. I felt a stream of warm pussy juice running down my leg. His 'helping hand' made me wet as a fountain.
That weekend, Mom invited the neighbors over for a housewarming party. Lots of swimming and drinking. After a few hours, everyone left. But Bruce had too much to drink and passed out in a chair.
I worked on my tan, basking in the afternoon sun with my eyes closed. But my eyes flew open when my bikini top came off. I lurched up as Bruce groped my naked boobs.
"Stop feeling me up all the time!" I grabbed my top.
"Sorry girl. Your-your luscious boobs were b-begging to be squeezed." He slurred his words. "J-Janey why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"I don't need a damn boyfriend."
"Well you need something besides your finger." He laughed. "Every morning I see you fingering yourself."
"WHAT? HOW?" I blushed deep red. "Are-are you spying on me?"
"Yess sweetie. With my binoculars... I see you in bed with your finger pushing into your pussy. S-sometimes you use a purple dildo, shoving it in and out... and pinching your pointy nips." He grinned. "You're a horny bitch. And horny bitches need fucked."
Bruce fumbled with his zipper, yanking out an enormous erection. Mom called from the house. "Janey help me clean up."
"I gotta go! Perv!" Covering my naked tits, I raced into the house.
For the next week, I avoided Bruce. But on Friday, I had a flat tire on the freeway. "Shit." I had no one to call except Bruce. He raced over, changed the tire, and followed me home. "Thank you so much Bruce."
I reached up to hug him, but Bruce lifted me off my feet. Smashing his lips against mine, he gave me a deep, tongue-sucking kiss. I couldn't resist and melted into his arms as he fondled my tits and nips. His hand pushed into my panties, cupping my ripe pussy.
Then Mom drove up and honked. Once again Mommy saved my twat. She yelled out the window, "Honey, I heard about your flat. Did Bruce help?"
"Oh yes Mother, Bruce was my hero."...my horny hero.
Saturday. Mom asked Bruce to clean our garage. I ran in and we kissed. Bruce's hand slid under my panties. He rubbed my swollen lips. One finger traced my naked slit. I felt warm all over. Bruce slipped a finger inside my burning pussy, moving it in and out. My twat eagerly gripped his finger.
"Oh God, that feels good," I gasped. "You're making me all tingly." Bruce pulled his fingers out just as I neared orgasm. "Don't stop! Please!"
"I have something better." Bruce's face dropped between my legs. I tensed up as he pushed my thighs apart... Gently blowing across my wet pussy. The cool air tickled my twat.
My thighs stiffened when his naughty tongue flicked in and out, brushing my wet lips. I'd never felt anything so erotic! His tongue lapped up and down my aroused pussy. I was in twat-licking heaven!
My hands clinched the blanket as his tongue probing the outside of my steaming pussy. A surprised gasp escaped from my lips as, for the very first time, I felt a tongue tickling my clit.
His tongue was unrelenting as it flickered my clitty and slit. My girly juices poured into his mouth...A hot tingle burned deep in my pussy. "Oh my gawd Bruce. I'm cumming. Oh yess!"
