1. My Neighbor's Daughter Gave Me Her Virginity


    Date: 6/8/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: Ken_Riley, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    my legs. She also changed our hair-combing routine. After thirty minutes of the normal combing, she would turn around to face me with her head down to let me comb her hair forward from the back of her neck. She would put her elbows on my knees and let her hair fall on my legs and crotch. I don’t know if she knew what kind of fantasies that gave me or not, but she kept it up every night for the next several months. Most nights I could look down at my shorts and see my bulge, hoping that Jane either didn’t see it or didn’t know what it was. At some point, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I simply HAD to try and fulfill the fantasy I’d been having for over a year. So one night as Jane was sitting in front of me, I quickly pulled my cock out of the leg of my shorts, exposing about four inches. As I combed her hair I pulled it back toward my leg. Closer and closer I pulled it until it brushed my cock each time I pulled the comb through her hair. Then, before I lost my courage, I grabbed the end of her long hair and held it around my cock as I continued to comb. I dared do this for only ten seconds before letting it go and poking my cock back in my shorts. Oh God it felt so good! I couldn’t believe I actually did it! Then as usual, Jane turned around, put her elbows on my legs, and threw her hair forward over her head. I combed it more slowly than normal and she didn’t say a word. After I was done, she threw her hair back and leaned forward to give me a long hug; so long that I ...
    felt like there was more than the normal friendship relationship going on. I simply put my hands on her back, afraid to do any more than that. She whispered, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I like it when you brush my hair. Do you think that’s wrong?” “No not at all. I like it too. I’m glad to do it. I think it somehow makes us closer. And after your Mom broke up, we’ve needed that closeness.” She said, “You’re right,” and kissed me on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.” Jane had never kissed me on the cheek before, so that night seemed to be a significant change in her attitude toward me. The next day she became flirtatious, taking every opportunity to be near me; to look at me provocatively; to even rub against me if she thought she could without being obvious. * * * * * It was late on December 22nd when I got home from work and heard Jane in the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen, she said, “Stop right there,” and walked toward me. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of shorts; her breasts were forming two nice bulges in the shirt and her nipples were protruding like crazy. I stopped and said, “What?” “Look up. You’re standing under the mistletoe. You know what that means don’t you?” I looked up and there was indeed a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the light, “Of course I do.” Jane moved closer until her body was gently touching mine. Then she put her arms around my neck and we kissed very softly for about five seconds, then pulled her lips away from mine ...
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