Behind the Scenes of the "Girls Next Door": Chapter 1
A group of houses near the city were once warehouses, but now they're homes for different individuals. Peter, a single guy in his mid-life, hopes for a female to move in next to him. One day, he sees a blonde woman and her sister outside their neighbor's house. Peter feels disappointed as the woman with kids is not his neighbor but Lorena, who is accompanied by her sister, Viviana. Over time, Peter learns more about the two families. Lorena, a divorcee, works as an interior decorator, while her kids are beautiful. There's Lucinda, the oldest, a bold and flirty 20-year-old who drives a nice car, and Kartia, the middle child, a beautiful and polite 18-year-old. Their youngest, Hugo, looks up to Peter as a cool dad figure. The family also has two dogs.
Peter doesn't use his car much, so he was thinking of selling it. One day while returning, he sees Lorena and Kartia shopping. Kartia looked like she might be interested, but he believes she might want a newer car. A few weeks later, a parcel is delivered to Peter's address instead of next door's. He takes it back to the neighbors, and Kartia makes a regular visit to see his car. On one of these visits, she's wearing something revealing, which makes a strong impression on Peter. Soon after, Kartia visits him and asks to see his house. Peter agrees and leads her to the garage, where she admires the space.
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In a row of converted warehouses in the city, there was a middle-aged man named Peter who lived by himself. The buildings were all owned by gay, married, or male residents – until the two gay guys next door sold their place. Peter was hoping they sold it to a woman. He wanted one to move into his dead-end street, where there weren't any females.
One day, Peter left for the store when he sees a blonde lady with children outside the newcomer's house.
"Here's your new neighbor," the woman tells someone standing in her entryway.
His hopes fell instantly, convinced it was the wrong neighbor. But when a more attractive blonde woman, Lorena, came out, and introduced herself, along with her sister, Viviana, the young woman standing outside was not the one he'd met.
"Hi, I'm Peter. It's nice to have you as a neighbor," Peter greeted them.
Later, he got to know the family. Lorena was a wealthy, divorced Catholic Italian, working as an interior decorator with two gorgeous daughters and a son. His age wasn't appropriate for the older daughter, Lucinda, as she was too young, but he liked Lorena nonetheless. He made a few advances towards Lorena but didn't go anywhere. She didn't seem interested in him.
Lucinda was a stunning, curvy, 20-year-old with a car. Their parents bought her a vehicle as soon as she got her driving license. She was friendly and flirty, and Peter felt she might take advantage of him if given the chance.
The youngest, Kartia, however, had just turned 18. She was beautiful too, but more reserved. Though she didn't flaunt her curves like Lucinda, Kartia looked stylish with her slender figure.
Even though the dogs they owned were great, Peter wished he had a female neighbor. He was a bachelor, and her presence felt like something lacking in the neighborhood. Lorena drove a large SUV and after seeing a "Learner" sign on it, she and her daughters were starting driving lessons. Peter struck up a conversation and offered to lend them his 12-year-old car with only 20,000km mileage and a permit for off-street parking.
Kartia liked the offer and asked about the car but didn't appear overly enthusiastic. It was usual for people into buying new vehicles.
A while later, he received a parcel at his door for the new neighbor. He took it home and rang the doorbell, only to be greeted by Kartia in a towel and bathrobe. Peter apologized for the misdelivered parcel. Lorena had previously left it at his place.
"Thank you, Peter. May I take a look at your car?," Kartia politely asked.
Later, Kartia returned and Peter answered the door, perceiving her visit as just that. However, this time, she came in, wearing loose tracksuits and a sleeveless shirt that revealed her ample cleavage. He was a bit taken aback by this. So, Peter invited Kartia into the garage, where she liked the open space.
Character names:- Peter: male, middle-aged, single- Lorena: female, attractive, wealthy, divorced, Catholic, has 2 daughters and 1 son, works as a decorator- Viviana: female, sister of Lorena- Lucinda: female, attractive, 20-year-old, gregarious, older sister of Kartia- Kartia: female, attractive, slender, polite, younger sister of Lucinda, just turned 18- Hugo: youngest child, youngest sibling, admires Peter- The dogs: unknown species, belong to the family
Paraphrase:A middle-aged man named Peter lived in a row of previously converted warehouses, all occupied by gay couples, married couples, and other men. Peter wished for a female neighbor to move in, as the streets needed a feminine presence. One day, he saw a blonde with children and thought both were his neighbors. Surprisingly, it turned out that the blonde lady was Lorena, who was being joined by her sister, Viviana. Peter regretted his disappointment.
Later, he met Lorena, who was an attractive divorced Catholic Italian involved in work as an interior decorator. She counted two daughters, one son and two dogs. Kartia, the 18-year-old daughter, was the person he was most interested in. However, Lorena was already uninterested in Peter, making him wonder if he was too old for her.
An opportunity arose when Kartia began learning how to drive and developed a minor interest in Peter's car. The teenager was interested in exploring the vehicle. Later, seeing Peter's interest in the cars, Kartia decided to visit him while he was at home. Wearing loose clothing which hugged her curvy figure, she appeared at his door. Peter allowed her in, not recognizing her real interest. She followed him to his garage. She loved the wide, open space and subtly suggested she'd buy Peter's 12-year-old car with 20,000km use and also use his parking space. Not entirely sure about her intentions, Peter simply agreed and showed her his 12-year-old hoopty.
In conclusion, Peter, a middle-aged bachelor in a small quiet street, hoped for a neighbor with feminine glamour. He eventually met a neighbor, Lorena, but she was a divorcee a bit out of his league. He waited for an opportunity and took it when her younger daughter, Kartia, started driving lessons. When Kartia showed interest in Peter's old car, they proceeded to the garage.
He planned to wash the dust off his vehicle, trying to restore its new look. "Wanna go for a ride?" He joked with a laugh.
Excitedly, Kartia accepted. "Yes, please!" she exclaimed, always nice to him thanks to Lorena raising her kids to be polite.
He pressed the remote to open the garage door and handed over the keys. Kartia drove down the freeway, engulfing the interior with her shampoo fragrance, making him want to bury his head in her hair for a whiff.
During their drive, he couldn't resist taking quick glances at her cleavage. He fantasized about her crushing on him, but she was more mature than he expected.
On their way back, a red light halted them. "Want to keep this car, park it for free in my garage?" Kartia proposed.
"12 months of free rent?" He joked.
"I forgot about that."
"I'm likely to sell my car. Don't give me a too low offer, but don't go crazy high, either," he replied while stealing peeks at her crotch. Her camel-toe-looking bulge confused him.
With his cock throbbing, she felt self-conscious and quickly blurted, "I'm fond of you, and Lucinda does too."
This comment hit Peter like a ton of bricks, making him uncomfortable.
When they returned to the garage, Kartia couldn't maneuver the car out smoothly, parking it close to the driver's side wall. As a result, she couldn't get out from the driver's side door.
"Move it a bit and you'll be able to get out," he suggested.
"Nah, I'm fine sitting here and getting out on the passenger side," she answered before noticing the bulge in his pants.
"I'll release the seatbelt once I get out." Kartia's embarrassed reaction confused him.
"Hang on, I can help," Peter said, opening the door for her and hoping to rub against her buttocks.
As she tried to exit, she stopped herself from falling directly onto his lap. Instead, her butt slid across the bulge in his pants.
Suddenly, they both froze, and Peter didn't move. He would've thrust inside her had his penis been exposed.
Gaining her composure, Kartia inched forward to get off his lap. His swollen member slid from between her butt cheeks, pressed against her pussy. His car's seats hindered her movement.
Trying to stand up but not fully succeeding, she ground her pussy on his swollen member. He indeed dry humped her.
Alarmed, Kartia clung to his strong thighs, her butt sliding along the stiff cock, rubbing her pussy across it.
"My seat's stuck," she realized.
"Move it a little, you can stand up." Peter offered, teasing his cock in between her pussy flaps.
"I can't!" she whined.
Peter held the steering wheel in an attempt to sit back and give her more legroom. However, he was too tall, causing her to squeeze her legs around his waist.
Suddenly, she slid back and cemented herself onto him, his dick within her butt crack.
Overwhelmed, Peter hesitated, not wanting to push her away or thrust.
With her full weight on him, Kartia panicked, realizing she was mashing his cock against her pussy lips. Her attempts to rise failed repeatedly, making the rubbing more intense.
Finally, he couldn't resist anymore, pressing himself against her soft, fit body, and grinding his cock into her, feeling her pussy flaps grind against his stiff member.
"Ummm," Kartia moaned, shocked.
He was close to cumming, but managed to keep himself under control. "I'll release the seatbelt once I'm up," she whispered.
"I can reach if you shift a bit," Peter promised.
After almost a minute, he managed to get upright, and Kartia was able to release her seatbelt.
Embarrassed, she got off him, leaving his cock out far more than when she sat on it, filling her vision. Their bulging crotches stared at each other. Peter controlled his impulse to press his still swollen member against her pussy. "Let's get cleaned up," he managed to mumble.
Peter told Kartia not to shift. He'd hoist her up instead. But when he tried to lift her, his action resulted in pushing her tracksuit down around her hips. Kartia grabbed at her pants, attempting to pull them back up, ultimately causing her to stumble.
"Ouch!" Peter groaned as her bare behind nearly crushed his manhood. His manhood was in an awkward position, outside of his underwear and pressed against the zipper.
"Kartia, just lift yourself a little so I can rearrange my undergarments before I hurt myself," he chuckled.
Eager to please, Kartia flashed a smile and raised her hips.
Peter unzipped his fly and managed to extract his engorged, uncontrollable manhood from his jeans after some struggle. However, once he'd sorted it out, he couldn't fit it back into the fly without unbuttoning his jeans.
Kartia couldn't hear any more noise, so she assumed it was resolved.
"Are you okay now?" she asked without pausing for a response. Kartia then sank her posterior onto Peter's lap.
Peter grabbed her hips to keep her off his lap but it was too late. He felt the warmth from her pussy linger on his lap, followed by settling on the tip of his precum-coated penis, and impaling itself.
"Ow!" Kartia shrieked.
Trying to escape from the intruding cock, Kartia began thrashing her hips. However, penetration was unrelenting. It kept going in deeper. She didn't say anything else, just started to breathe heavily.
Kartia's hip-thrusting on Peter's manhood resulted in a stiffer penis. Peter felt like he was in heaven. He had a lap filled with a warm, soft teenage bottom, and in the middle of that bottom, his rigid penis was nestled in a tight pussy.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he asked once he regained his composure.
"You haven't, have you?" Kartia questioned, furrowing her brow.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop myself. You fell back too soon."
Kartia didn't move. Her hymen was gone, and she could feel the rest of his penis sliding its way further in. She tried to rise but found that she couldn't elevate herself sufficiently to elude penetration. It kept going in deeper and deeper.
"I can't get it off of me!" Kartia complained.
"I'm sorry Kartia. Just give it a little while until my erection subsides and it will pop out."
Kartia envisioned being the 'bitch' stuck on Peter's cock and felt excited. She bit her bottom lip and her breath quickened. She started undulating her body to urge Peter to climax. She fixed her eyes on Peter and offered him a saucy look.
This merely made Peter's penis get stiffer and penetrate her deeper.
Kartia was enjoying this. She'd never been fucked before, but she loved the sensation of inserting objects into her moist pussy. Kartia's stimulation affected Peter.
"Yes...that's helping...keep doing that...I'll be limp in no time," Peter gasped as he pushed his hips upward. Though he couldn't make significant movements in the cramped space, he managed short rapid strokes to try and reach climax.
Kartia looked over her shoulder, "Are you going to go flaccid soon?"
"Yes, keep moving...like that," he moaned.
Unaware of what to do, Kartia didn't know what to do. It didn't hurt much and it started feeling good. Kartia arched her back.
"Could you help me?" Kartia whispered, hesitant to ask.
Peter was fully penetrating her and pushing against her soft teenage butt. He slid his hands over her hips and up inside the front of her tank top. He fondled her breasts and pulled her close to his body, just as he'd yearned to while she drove the car.
He plucked her nipples and squeezed her bust before letting go. She covered his hands with hers. He squeezed her firm, young breasts and began giving her short thrusts, the best he could manage in the confined space.
Kartia remained stationary on top of him, allowing Peter to penetrate her. She cast her gaze at the car's misted-up windows. She glanced back at Peter with her captivating blue eyes, yearning for a kiss. She yearned for his lips. Her lips quivered, and she extended her tongue.
Peter hoped she wasn't looking at him with romantic feelings. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, grinded his cock in her pussy.
One evening, a woman named Kartia began to move in a sensual way, grinding her body against a man named Peter. She used the dashboard for support and swayed backward, mimicking the movements of a woman in reverse cowgirl. Sexual sounds emanated from the car as Kartia's body found a rhythm, bringing her closer to orgasm.
The car filled with the wet sound of her arousal as Kartia continued to move, eventually reaching climax. She let out a moan, her body shuddering, and then stopped completely.
Kartia had effectively pleased Peter, but he was still not finished. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. Despite being fulfilled, he continued to thrust and pump Kartia as convulsions shook her body. After several seconds, he stiffened up, holding her tight with his still-hard cock inside her.
"Ahh...ahh," he grunted, giving a few more quick thrusts before a long, grinding motion. With a groan, he deposited his semen inside Kartia.
Kartia felt waves of pleasure run through her body, her muscles contracting slightly as Peter's semen filled her.
"Was that it?" Kartia asked, sounding relieved.
"Yes, it should go soft now," Peter gasped.
Unfortunately, his body was not obeying his mind as easily as he had hoped. Due to the delayed response, Kartia grew impatient and clenched her vaginal muscles together. This urged Peter's penis to finally soften and he was able to ease out of her.
Peter got out of the car and asked Kartia to fetch a screwdriver from the garage. The plan was to release him from the car.
A week later, a woman named Lorena rang the doorbell. Peter worried that there may have been an issue concerning Kartia's purchase of the car.
"Hello Peter," said Lorena. "Kartia is happy to buy your car so she can park it in your garage. She prefers to park it there, rather than on the street. You made a good impression on her."
"Great news, Lorena! I'll give the car a wash and we can transfer the ownership whenever you're ready."
He washed the car later that day, even cleaning the interior. When he was finished, Lucinda arrived, offering to take the car for a test drive. Peter thought he may have heard Lucinda engaging in such activities before, which she surely knew he could hear.
"Peter, can I park my car in your garage?" Lucinda asked with her unmistakable charm. "If Kartia wants to use her spot, that's fine with me."
"Well, it's Kartia's parking spot, but if she agrees to it, you're welcome to park there."
Later, Lorena returned with the money for the car.
"Thank you, Lorena. I'll bring over the keys and registration after I finish washing up and lightening up the car with air fresheners." Peter made sure there was no lingering scent of their previous act.
Kartia greeted him happily when he arrived at her home. "I can take it for a drive now. Want to come along?" she asked innocently. "Oh wait, I should go get car insurance first. I'll have to park it in the right spot." Her cheeky grin told a different story. After planting a kiss on him, she headed into her garage.
Life remained quiet between the neighbors until the weekend. That Saturday, Lucinda had thrown a party. After a few drinks, she went to a nightclub with some friends. As the sun had almost risen, Peter was awakened by the doorbell. Standing before Peter was Lucinda, now dressed in her intimates after a night of dancing.
"Peter, I'm headed out. Enjoy your Saturday," she called over her shoulder as she left.
While Peter lay in bed, Lucinda's doorbell rang. He had expected this. It was time.
Peter opened the door to find Lucinda back at his house.
"Peter, I'm now out of guests," she told him. "I have a solution."
Lucinda motioned for Peter to follow her. They climbed the stairs to her large, balconied bedroom. Now wearing a full nightgown, she led him to her bed. Lucinda eased him onto it, their eyes locked as they both knew what they were about to do.
"Well," she said, biting her lip. "Let's end the day."
And so, they did.
Hey, Peter, sorry to interrupt you but I seem to have misplaced the house key. My mom will be back home tomorrow, but until then, could I possibly crash at your place? I'd be okay with just crashing on the couch if that's cool with you.
Peter gave me a tour of his place and showed me the spare bedroom. "You can sleep in here or you can use the couch if you prefer," he said, gesturing toward the large living room.
"This place is massive," I remarked, checking out the room with its high ceilings and exposed beams. "It really suits a family."
Peter chuckled. "Well, it's a bit of a bachelor pad. Just one bed and one bathroom. So, there's lots of space." His eyes drifted down to my ass as I walked ahead of him. I was wearing skin-tight jeans that showed off my curves.
After I used the bathroom, Peter gave me a set of pyjamas to change into. The clothes were a little big for me, so I had to roll up the sleeves and legs. "I think I'll take the spare bed," I told him as we walked back to the living area. "That way I won't disturb you if I snore."
"No worries, the bedroom's up on a mezzanine with enough room for two queen size beds," he said as he led me up the stairs. "This place was built for families."
Lucinda looked at it and said, "This is way better than a hotel. My friend Kartia would be so jealous."
Peter showed me his journals and books as I changed. "Have you seen these?" He was proud of his childlike drawings and ideas scribbled in the pages.
When I was ready, I went into the bedroom while Peter flicked on the lights. The room was expansive and bright. "Wow!" I said, taking in the space and how it felt like a palace compared to my cramped apartment.
I undressed and laid out my clothes on a clothes hanger. "Do you mind if I lie bareback on the bed?"
Peter nodded. "Be my guest."
I started feeling horny as I sat on the edge of the mattress, my ass angled in the air. I then took my fingers and moistened them with my spit. I inserted the wet digits into my pussy, which made a sucking sound. I rubbed my cheeks and panted slightly, enjoying my pre-partner warm-up.
Peter witnessed the whole thing. Maybe it was the lack of makeup or the improvisation, but I looked cuter without all the typical club attire. I smiled at him and let him know I knew he was watching me.
"You can keep watching," I said, referring to the light that shone in from the window, showing every movement.
I moved toward Peter's bed and laid on my stomach, my ass propped up in the air. I took my two fingers and put them in my mouth, wetting them with my spit. I then placed them under my pussy, moving them in and out of its depths. I threw my head back slightly, delighted by the feeling of my pussy contracting every time my fingers entered it.
I turned to face Peter. "Can you join me?"
He slowly moved from his side of the bed and lay down behind me.
I moved to the middle of the mattress and turned my head away. He slipped his left leg over mine.
I didn't budge.
He brought his right leg over to my left side.
I still didn't move.
He held his leg steady over mine and propped himself up on his left elbow.
I didn't budge.
He rested his other elbow by my head, put his left leg between my thighs, and his right knee on the bed.
I didn't budge.
He reached out with his right hand and rested it next to my head.
I was still.
Peter entered my bedroom and I watched him close the door behind him. "You told me you wanted to let your boyfriend fuck you up the ass for the first time," he said, moving just inches away from my ass. "Too bad for him."
He grabbed me and pulled me back, pressing his half-erect cock into the crack of my ass. I arched my back and pushed back against his erection.
He rolled on top of me and humped me for just a few moments. "You liked it when you took it from your neighbor, didn't you?" he asked.
I gasped as I felt us rub up against one another. "Yes, I did," I replied, rising to meet him.
"We could stay like this all night," he whispered in my ear.
We did. I was too horny to sleep at this point and enjoyed his attention for a while.
She enjoyed his touch and attempted to lower his pajama pants by pushing them down, but couldn't.
He lifted his upper body, giving her the ability to remove his pajama pants.
With a nudge, she successfully removed his pajama pants.
With his manhood placed in her cleft, he entered her butt slowly. His cock head glided from the bottom to the top of her buttocks, creating a slippery sensation due to his pre-cum. The sensation of pressing his body against the curvy nude form was almost enough to make Peter cum.
Lucinda appreciated the rub of that warm member against her sweaty anus. The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh echoed in the room. Lucinda's vagina was very humid. She turned to whisper, "put it up my ass. I've never done that before."
"I haven't done that either, but I'll give it a go if you're willing."
His only reference for anal sex was the online porn videos he had watched. He added saliva to his cock. He spat on Lucinda's anus and rubbed it in. He then placed the tip of his manhood at her opening and gently pushed against it. He struggled to get inside.
"Relax Lucinda."
He tried again but wasn't successful.
"Do I need to do anything else?" Lucinda asked.
"I need to do more."
He had noticed anal orals in the porn videos, but had no desire to do it. However, he was willing to make an exception for Lucinda.
He extended his tongue and inserted it into Lucinda's tight, stinky anus. The tip of his tongue was able to penetrate where his dick couldn't. He spit on his finger and inserted it into her pussy. He finger-fucked her while his tongue played with her anus. This was exactly as portrayed in the porn videos.
Saliva was flowing from his mouth, allowing his tongue to venture deeper into her anus. At the same time, he continued to finger-fuck her pussy. He felt Lucinda enjoying it.
Suddenly, Peter realized he had been going about it in the wrong order. "I've got it back to front!" he thought to himself. He was about to switch when Lucinda made her move.
The licking and fingering were driving Lucinda insane. She arched her back and pulled his head into her butt, covering his face with her anal sweat.
Peter was aroused by this. He spread her cheeks apart for better access. She then released his head.
"I'm ready now. Put it in," she said, panting.
Peter managed to keep his erection intact.
Lucinda lay on her stomach. Peter positioned his cock at Lucinda's anal opening. He spit on her anus and rubbed it in. He then pressed his cock against her opening repeatedly, until he felt it entering.
"Ooo...slowly...slowly...slowly," Lucinda groaned.
Peter continued pushing until his cock head was inside. He kept pushing until the discomfort faded, allowing his dick to move. He was sliding in smoothly until he realized he lacked lubrication. He pulled out and added spit to the tip of his dick.
"This won't work," Lucinda thought.
She craved the dick back inside. She kneeled on all fours and grabbed his dick in her right hand. She then sucked his cock into her mouth, spitting and bobbing her head on it while pumping it with her right hand.
"Oh yes...that's it," Peter said, closing his eyes.
Lucinda enjoyed giving and receiving oral stimulation. She was giving a wonderful blowjob, but Peter didn't want a blowjob. He quickly stopped her and pushed her back onto her stomach. She relaxed her anus.
Due to the fear of premature ejaculation, he lay on top of her and pushed his cock inside determinedly.
"Oooo..." Lucinda moaned.
"Keep going!" she demanded.
Peter pushed further until he was halfway in. He held his dick in place until it adjusted to the tightness. She felt snug around his cock.
Lucinda was panting, she turned towards Peter and stuck out her tongue. He leaned forward and sucked her tongue before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a deep tongue kiss. As they kissed, his cock continued to slide into her hole. When they parted lips, Peter found his balls were resting on Lucinda's buttocks.
He proceeded to give her anal penetration as much as she would allow. He slid in and out of her tight young anus with long, slow strokes. He even pulled out completely, then pushed it back in effortlessly. He did this a few times to admire the expanded opening. [End of paraphrased text]
Lucinda's bottom felt stuffed and her vagina was extremely sensitive. She slid a hand beneath her and stimulated her pussy. Her fluids began to flow generously. She pivoted her head in the direction of Peter. She parted her lips and licked his tongue. As her anus gripped his penis, she sucked and passionately kissed his lips. The more she kissed him the more rigid his penis seemed to become. She could sense his shaft becoming stiffer as she was kissing him.
Then he latched onto her body and slammed into her rectum vigorously.
Lucinda pressed her hand onto her vagina and began massaging her clitoris. She was on the verge of climaxing. She felt an intense rush of jizz deep in her anal canal. She opened her mouth and arched her back to feel even more shaft. Another surge of jizz filled her anus. She arched her back again, her anal cavity squeezed his shaft tighter.
"I want more," she panted, as she orgasmed.
Peter shut his eyes and thrust again. He didn't want to withdraw. He just wanted to drive as deep into her as possible. He hoisted his body up on his hands, using his penis as a fulcrum in her rectum. His balls grazed against her anus, expelling all his sperm into her neighbor's back passage. A few more thrusts and he crumpled on her, completely drained.
"It was great," a breathless Lucinda moaned, as she turned her head and showered him with frenzied kisses on his mouth.
Peter's softening cock rolled out as he slid off next to her, leaking semen across her butt cheeks and onto the sheets.
Lucinda rotated to her side and gazed into Peter's eyes, panting. "My mom would be furious if you became my new boyfriend."
Peter gazed at her youthful, attractive face and thought, "Perhaps I'm not worthy enough for her, but I'm good enough for her daughters."
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