The Threat 1

It was the kind of neighborhood in Pleasantville. White picket fences, friendly neighbors, pretty white two story houses...that was until I moved in the neighborhood I guess. I don't know, I think I say that because of what happened that summer. It was hot and of course I was dead set on planting flowers that day. I should have checked the weather map but I did not. Saturday came and it was pushing 95 degrees.

I was one of the younger women in town, almost twenty. It was obvious after about a week or so of living there, the nice neighborhood of Santa Monica. That day I had chosen to wear my short blue Jean shorts that were really made of felt material, with the appearance of jeans and a pink short sleeved shirt. I decided to be barefoot since I really didn't care if my feet got dirty. That's what soap and water was for.

I got all my flowers out of the garage where I had stored them when I got them the day before, and placed them on the dirt of the flowerbed where I would later plant them.

"Hello there..." Came a pleasant male voice behind me.

Looking up I saw a man who couldn't have been more than fifty. He was considerably taller than I but that was because I was still on my knees and he on his feet. He had blonde hair going grey at the temples and light brown eyes. He had sharp black glasses and wore jeans and a polo shirt as well as a kind smile as he continued to look down at me waiting for a reply. All I was thinking was 'How the fuck are you wearing jeans in this heat?'

Getting up I smiled, stuck out my hand and said hello.

Shaking it he said "I couldn't help but wonder why I haven't seen you in the area lately. Are you new here?"

"Yes I just moved from Washington state about a week or so ago."

"Why did you move?"

"I wanted a change in the weather."

"Ah."

I paused. Should I tell him the other reason? That I had to escape the place that had too many memories? Too many painful ones? No, I decided. I'd leave that out. But it slipped off my tongue anyways.

"My father died a few years ago. I tried for these three years to be strong but it seemed like everywhere I went he was with me."

"I understand. I'm very sorry," And with his words he gave a sympathetic look. There was something else.

Was this man checking her out? No he couldn't be...

"Well I hope to have a sort of fresh start here."

"I'm sure you'll love it. The people here are quite cordial," he stated, pushing up his glasses. His eyes narrowed as he spoke, a gleam in his eye visible. It was interesting because I felt I imagined it.

"I'm sorry," the stranger spoke. "I think I missed your name my dear."

"Kimberly Olsen. And you?"

"Karl Ricardo, it's a pleasure."

"Likewise."

He smiled and said he needed to be getting back to business he was doing inside and walked off towards his house next door.

"Karl?" I called. He turned.

"Your my neighbor?"

He grinned and nodded. "I believe so!"

And he disappeared inside through his garage. Karl's house matched the appearance of mine. Two stories, garage, walkway lined with flowers.

It was going to be nice here.

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With a thoughtful expression, I looked out my living room window. Did she know how lovely those legs were, so long and tan? I knew how dark and rainy it could be in Washington so I wasn't sure how she managed such a lovely tan. But she had it. Not only did she have that, but she had a sort of secretly sensual air about her. Shy about her sex life but could be wild in bed when the moment announced itself. I wanted to see for myself and make the sensual moment announce itself at my command. She couldn't be more than twenty-three. I in my mid forties as a single man kept myself busy with my friends, interests and job. But my sex life had been lacking in the last six months or so. I don't want it to appear women weren't attracted to me sexually, I just hadn't had the opportunity to meet anyone to go home with recently.

This was my perfect opportunity and I would be damned if I let it pass me by. This Olsen woman had curves to die for, smaller breasts Id just love to suck on. I licked my lips. She was probably a virgin but you sometimes can't tell.

Rubbing my chin in a very thoughtful manner, I looked her up and down as she dug in the dirt with the spade, on her knees; cute ass in the air. I felt my cock harden at the sexual thoughts, my fantasies I wanted to fulfill with her. I wanted to fill her with my dick and make her scream in this quiet neighborhood. Make that pretty girl my bitch. Even if it was for a night. I was going to do it.

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There was a knock on the door later that afternoon as I was relaxing watching tv. I had just gotten out of the shower, wet hair and all. I had dried my body, drying my legs with extra tender love and care and drying the folds of my pussy. Wiping the water from my arms I had let the towel fall, walking to my bureau naked. I was going to pick out my black lace thong that was my favorite, and a black push-up but the doorbell rang. Slipping on the first clothes I saw I half ran to the door. In the end I ended up wearing my shortest shorts and black skirt so short you could almost see my pussy.

Hey don't judge. I had been trying clothes on yesterday trying on different outfits. In the end in this situation, I had neither thong or bra on.

I opened the door and there was Karl, my kind neighbor. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Oh Hell, why did it have to be him!

Clearing his throat, his eyes wandering my body, I blushed.

"Yes?" I asked, half hidden by the door.

"I..." He finally got his bearings and looked me in the eye. There I could see lust. He wanted me! It was creepy as fuck but a little bit of a turn on I had to admit. Only because I knew I was attractive at all.

"I wanted to know if I could borrow a cup of sugar and some Bakers chocolate if you had any." His voice was staggering.

I couldn't help but giggle. He glanced at me, curious and I awkwardly coughed.

"Come in, come in."

"Thank you very much."

I let Karl in and began walking towards the kitchen when I felt his hands cover my mouth forcibly. His body was pressed against my back. We were in the middle of the entry way, not far from the front door that he had silently closed.

He whispered "Your mine, you understand?" His breath smelled like spearmint and fruit.

I nodded, now frightened.

"You think you can come into a neighborhood like this dressed like a tramp? You think you can parade your pussy ass around here and not think you'll get hit on?"

He let me go with such force I stumbled. But it wasn't over. He forced me against my wall and held my hands behind my back with a single hand of his. He was so strong it made me so nervous on what he would do if, God forbid; I made him angry...

He smacked my ass, and a moan slipped out of my mouth. Oh no.

"You like that slut? Hmm?" Another smack but it was harder this time.

"No I don't! Please stop! Please!" but I couldn't help but moan again.

"You don't know how fucking delicious you look," He said threateningly, like it was a bad thing.

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Holy fuck. Those titties that teased me when she opened the door were just begging me to suck on them. Oh and those legs. That pussy....that sweet young lovely pussy. It was going to be mine weather she liked it or not. Kimmy that whore loved me smacking her ass I could hear it in her moans. The way her head fell back, the way her knees grew weak.

Here pussy pussy. Come to papa.

"Are you a virgin Miss Olsen?"

"I'm not telling you!"

I ran my fingertips up her leg, teasing the hell out of her skin. She wiggled. I then one handedly started undressing. Commanding her to not leave I was able to use both hands. Very soon I was naked. I trusted she would obey my command. After all, I was the male. I was going to go with the plan of dominating her anyways.

I took this opportunity to feel her, to strip her. Running my hands up her very tiny skirt I could feel she was naked underneath.....and very wet.

"Your wet little Missy."

My hands ran up to her tank and in one fluid motion had it on the ground.

There she stood, hands on the wall like she were under arrest. Pussy juice glistened on her thighs as it quite literally poured out her sweet pussy. I could smell her sex. I was more or less on top of her, my body feeling hers from behind. I reached around and gently stroked her nipples. She gasped and looked down.

I then proceeded to squeeze her breasts, getting a little rougher. I whispered "You know I'm going to fuck you. And if you tell anyone about what went on here today, I'll see you in court for rape." I'd frame this bitch if I had to, making sure if she did tell, I wouldn't be behind bars. She would be.

She was also whimpering and nodding. I had won my prize. Taking a hand and turning her around I leaned her against the wall, all of herself in full view. She was a beauty. And she was mine.

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Oh my god. I had been shaking so hard for so long I didn't care about much anymore. It was a borderline situation. Continued feigning my fear or should I let him know how much I enjoy him? His hands crept to my pussy and holy hell...I would stop faking it. My body wouldn't let me anymore.

He slowly enclosed the space between my breast and his mouth; making eye contact the whole time. He moaned, sucking on my breast, engulfed in the pleasure of having such a soft bud in his wet mouth. He began to suck harder, and began stroking my other breasts. My nipples grew hard under his mouths touch and his hand soon began to trail down my tummy to my pussy. He began to stroke my clit and I moaned. Hard. I thrust under his touch. My eyes were closed, enveloped in the feeling of.....oh my god. I looked down and his dick was now rubbing on my pussy!

Oh god. Just thinking about it now gives me goose bumps. He had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

"You WANT me to fuck you don't you..." He said.

"Yes," I heard myself say.

He slid himself slowly in me, and little did he know for the moment he was taking my virginity. This was terrible! I had known this neighbor for a full hour and here he had taken himself and flung his talented body on mine and was taking my only virginity. I knew I should have been angry and appalled, throwing myself away from him and running out the door to get help but....it felt so damn good!

"Ah so you are a virgin." He said smiling, looking at the little bit of blood on his cock. I was slightly shameful but the feeling of pleasure between my legs was growing, surrounding me. Drowning me as his thrusts became more forceful. He for the first time kissed me, and the pleasure of his lips on mine were more delicious than I would thought possible.

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Oh fuck. This was better than I imagined. She was in fact a virgin. To deflower this young beauty more than made up for my lack of sex in the recent months.

The looks of ecstasy on her face. Her moans. Her thrusts while I fucked her. Oh hell this was great. I leaned down and nibbled on her nipples and her hands caressed my hair. She loved what I was giving her. The warm titflesh between my lips was so soft, her hard nipples like candy in my mouth.

I suddenly began fucking her harder, and her breathing grew more and more ragged. Her moans were filling the house and quite possibly the neighborhood. I sucked hungrily on her breasts, switching every so often back and forth, licking her body when I swapped tit.

As I grew close to cumming, I heard her not only moan but moan my name. This made me smile as I twirled her nipple around my mouth with my tongue.

"Ohhhh fuck......." She moaned, helpless in the sea of mind blowing pleasure.

I fucked her harder, faster, my balls smacking her pussy cause never-ending pleasure that she could hardly keep up with.

And there, she screamed. Screamed with pleasure as my warm cum filled her small pussy. I peeked down and saw it splatter out like heavy cream, dripping on her carpet.

As soon as I was finished and took myself out she did the last thing I thought shed do. She took a hand and wiped what cum she could off my dick and slipped her fingers in her mouth tasting my sperm. She smiled and looked me in the eye.

"Wow Mr Ridardo. Your wonderful!"

To this I kissed her. I could taste myself on her tongue.

"I'm sorry I don't have the sugar you asked for," she said quietly when I pulled away.

"Its okay. I'll take you any day. Forget the sugar."

She smiled, and kissed me again.

We dressed and I bid her farewell, still able to taste myself and her sweet lips on my tongue as she closed the door and I walked on the soft grass back to my home. There I would miss her pussy, and conjure up any excuse I could to get more of that sexy woman.