The Neighbor’s Daughter IV: Cynthia’s Request

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The Neighbor’s Daughter IV:
Cynthia’s Request

It had been several weeks since 17-year-old April had made her last visit to Henry’s home. He had continued to occasionally see Tasha’s mother, Helen. Thank goodness he still had a good supply of the little blue pills. With them, he had been able to keep Helen’s pussy and ass well fucked as well as enjoy her deep-throat blowjobs.

As he lounged around the house on a Friday afternoon, he noticed the school bus pull up in front of his neighbor’s house. Thirteen-year-old Cynthia bounded off and ran into her home. Henry returned to watching his favorite court show on TV.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at Henry’s door. It was no surprise when he found a smiling Cynthia waiting as he opened the door. She had changed out of her school clothes and was dressed much more casually. Tight blue jeans and a cut-off T-shirt were her normal at home attire.

“Hi sweetheart. You come to feed the dogs?” He asked as he let her in.

“Yeah.” Cynthia replied as she entered and headed toward the pantry where the dog food was kept. Henry’s dogs jumped up and followed her. They knew it was dinner time. Cynthia fed them far more often than their owner did.

Cynthia was a small thing. She stood just over 5′ tall and didn’t weigh much more than 100 pounds. Henry followed the cute young teen with his eyes until she rounded the corner into his kitchen. He enjoyed the way her tight little butt wiggled in her jeans as she walked. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail that bounced with each step she took. The cutoff tank top she wore left most of her smooth flat tummy and back exposed.

While Cynthia fed and petted his dogs, Henry returned to his TV. A short time later, Cynthia came back to the living room and stood directly in Henry’s line of sight to the TV. He figured she wanted her usual hug. She was an affectionate young thing and almost always wanted a hug before she headed home.

“You finished feeding, hon?” Henry asked. He stood and hugged her small body snugly to his own.

Cynthia hugged him back and answered. “Yeah. Everybody’s been fed.” As she hugged him, she seemed to rub her chest into his upper abdomen. She had been doing that more and more lately.

Henry had not been blind to the fact that Cynthia was beginning to grow a small set of tits. He figured there was no harm in letting her enjoy a little thrill by rubbing them on him through her clothes and his.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Henry released Cynthia and sat back down. Instead of saying ‘bye’ and leaving, as she usually did, she remained standing in front of Henry.

Henry could see she was nervous. She was fidgeting with her hands, twisting her feet into the carpet, and acting like she wanted to say something.

“Are you OK, Cynthia? What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” She answered.

“Then why are you trying to wring you hands off and paw a hole in my carpet. Tell me what’s bothering you, Honey. You know you can tell me anything.” Making his voice a little firmer, Henry continued. “Now, spill it! What’s up, girl?”

“Well, I… uuuhh… would you… I mean….”

“It’s OK Cynthia. Spit it out.”

“OK! I want you to do to me what you did to Candy and Tasha!” The young teen blurted out.

Henry was clearly shook. He tried to play dumb. “What do you mean, Cynthia? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was Henry’s turn to be nervous.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosey, but I was walking past Candy’s bedroom door when I heard her and Tasha talking. Tasha said it sure made her pussy sore and Candy said hers had been sore too. I couldn’t help it. I had to keep listening then. They said that after the soreness went away, they loved it. Tasha said she would never have guessed you had such a wonderful tongue and big… ahh… er… thing. Candy laughed and said she wished she could visit you every day. They talked about all the things you did to them and how excited it made them feel. I want to feel that way too. Please?”

“I am going to have a talk with Candy. She and Tasha talk far too much. Cynthia honey, I’m sorry, but you are much too young to know about the things Candy and Tasha were talking about.”

“I’ll be fourteen in a few weeks. I think I’m old enough. I’m getting strange feelings down there between my legs and my boobs are growing too. See!”

With one swift move, Cynthia pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it to the floor. She stood frozen in front of Henry showing him her blossoming breasts. She held her arms straight down her sides with her hands clinched into fists. Her breasts weren’t exactly grown yet, but they held the promise of developing into a nice set of tits with time. They were about the size of somewhat flattened tennis balls. They were topped by puffy pale pink areolas that were each about the size of a quarter with a small nipple centered in each one. “See? They’re growing.”

“Sweetheart, they’re lovely and very tempting, but you’re still only thirteen-years-old.”

Cynthia’s deep blue eyes began to tear up. “I know, but I still want you to make me feel good like you did with Candy and Tasha. Please, Henry.”

Henry didn’t want to hurt his little friend so he figured he’d try to frighten her. Maybe he could scare her out of wanting to be so intimate with him. He reached out and took a small boob in each hand. After massaging them for a few seconds, he tweaked the nipples and said. “Yes, I see you’re growing a nice pair of tits.”

Henry then swiftly spun Cynthia around so she faced away from him. He reached around her chest and covered a boob with each hand. They were much less than a handful each. He stood and pulled her to him. With her back firmly pressed to his chest, he continued massaging her little boobs. He began kissing and licking her right ear and neck. He shifted his left hand to wrap his arm around the small girls chest and squeezed her right boob. He let his right hand slide down to her belly and rub circles on her soft mid-section.

Henry didn’t get the frightened affect he had hoped for. Instead, Cynthia had relaxed and opened her hands. She laid her head back on his left shoulder and moaned in delight as Henry fondled her.

He had one last idea to discourage his young friend. As she stood with her head laid back on his shoulder, she cooed in delight. Henry flattened his hand against her belly and somewhat roughly, shoved it down her belly and into her tight jeans.

Cynthia gasped and stiffened when Henry’s hand pushed into her pants and cupped her virgin, panty covered pussy. Rather than become frightened and run away as Henry expected, she quickly relaxed and laid her head back on his shoulder again.

That was when he noticed her panties were damp. ‘Damn, this little gal is getting excited, not scared. Her pussy is getting wet.’ He thought to himself.

Other than moaning and cooing, Cynthia had not said a word while Henry had fondled her.

He gave her damp pussy a squeeze and took both of his hands off her. He was the one who was a bit frightened. He was fondling a thirteen-year-old’s tits and wet pussy.

“Cynthia, please, put your top back on and go home. Let me think about this for a day or two.” He then kissed her forehead and patted her butt as if shooing her away.

Cynthia put her top back on, bowed her head, and walked out of Henry’s door. She looked sad like her puppy had just died. Henry felt so sorry he had made his little friend feel bad by not giving her the thrill she wanted.

Later that night, Henry called Cynthia’s mother, Janie. He asked her to come over for a few minutes after the kids were in bed. She happily agreed.

Janie showed up on Henry’s doorstep at a little after midnight. She was wearing one of her baby-doll nighties under a thin robe. With a broad grin, she stepped in, tossed her robe off, and asked. “You wanted to see me? Well, here I am. What can I do for you?”

“Yes! I wanted to see you, but not for that. We need to talk about your daughters.” Henry said as he handed her robe back.

“Yes, I know. Candy does talk much too much. I’ve told her not to discuss what you’ve done with her and Tasha. I’ll speak with her again and insist she… ”

“No!” Henry interrupted. “I’m talking about Cynthia. She came over to feed the dogs this afternoon and asked me to make her feel good like I did for Candy and Tasha. She had overheard them talking in Candy’s room. And now she wants me to make her feel good too.”

“My God, Henry. She’s only thirteen. I didn’t know she had sexual feelings yet.” Janie seemed shocked.

“Well, of course she does! And she wants me to scratch that itch for her. What the hell are we going to do about her? I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but, at her age, I can’t do for her what I did for the other girls.”

I don’t know, Henry. She has always been overly affectionate toward men. She’s also been very strong willed when she wants something. At this rate, some punk will probably knock her up by the time she’s fifteen. That’s what happened to me when I wasn’t much over fifteen. Do you think maybe you could string her along without actually screwing her for a while?”

“For over two years? She’s not quite fourteen. Do you really think she’ll wait for two years before getting someone to screw her?” He asked.

“No. She probably won’t wait that long. Could you just play with her a little without really doing her. Could you do that? I promise no one will rat you out. I just wish I knew why she got so horny all the sudden.”

‘The poor thing is surrounded by a sex pot sister, her sister’s horny friend, and a mother who’ll fuck about anything with a dick and the price of a cheap meal or drink. What the hell did you expect?’ Henry thought. “I don’t know Janie, but I’ll try to keep her happy without taking her young cherry.”

“Thanks Henry. I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Janie hugged and kissed his cheek and prepared to leave.

“Wait, since you’re here, how about taking a little taste of this?” Henry asked. As he dropped his pants, his semi-erect cock flopped out.

“Why, I’d love to, Sir.” Janie said with a smile. She immediately dropped to her knees and began slurping his cock into her cum hungry mouth. She soon had his cock fully inflated and was happily sucking it deep into her throat.

Henry thought as he shoved his cock down Janie’s throat. ‘Why indeed? Why should Cynthia not become a horny little teen slut? Her sister came begging an older man to take her cherry. And look at her mother sucking a cock just for the asking. It’s no wonder the poor kid wants to experience sex. She’s surrounded by horny bitches. Oh well, Janie does give one hell of a blowjob.’ Henry then fed his load of cum down Janie’s throat.

As Janie swallowed, wiped her mouth, and stood to leave, she said. “By the way, I think we should keep this talk between us. I don’t want Cynthia to know I agreed to let you go along with this little adventure of hers.”

“Sure. No problem. That may help keep her mouth shut for fear of you finding out.” Henry grinned and swatted Janie’s ass as she walked out his door.

The next afternoon, immediately after changing out of her school clothes, Cynthia again came over to Henry’s home to feed the dogs. She wore another cut-off tank top, but her normal tight jeans had been replaced. She had worn a pair of rather loose fitting shorts instead.

When Cynthia finished feeding the dogs, she returned to the living room and again stood in front of Henry blocking his view of the TV. Again she fidgeted hoping Henry would say something first.

He didn’t. He just looked up at her and grinned. After making the poor teen suffer just a bit longer, he teasingly asked her. “What is it, Cynthia? You seem nervous again.”

“Did you think about it?”

Henry just had to tease her a little more. “Think about what, sweetie?”

“You know. What we talked about yesterday. You said you wanted to think about it a day or two. Have you thought about it?” She nervously asked.

“Thought about what?” He continued to tease her.

“You know.” She was getting a bit aggravated. “Did you think about making me feel good like you did Candy and Tasha. Please Henry, please say yes.”

“Cynthia, yes! I did think about it. Your much too young to be asking me to do such a thing.” He paused to see the disappointment show on her face before continuing. “But, since you really want me to help you feel good, I’ll do it. There’s just one thing we need to get straight first. You must never tell anyone about what we do. Not Candy, not Tasha, not your little friends at school, and certainly not your mother. If this ever gets out, she will beat you half to death and ground you forever. Do you understand?”

You would have thought Santa had just left her a new puppy. The young teen lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. She practically leapt at Henry, hugged his neck, and kissed his cheek. “Oh thank you, Henry. I’ll never say a word about this to anyone. I promise.”

“OK then. Honey, did you enjoy it when I rubbed your boobs yesterday?” Henry asked.

“Oh yes. That felt so nice. I even got wet and tingly between my legs.” She replied.

“Well, baby get that top off so I can see those pretty little tits again.”

Practically before Henry finished telling Cynthia to remover her top, it was falling to the floor. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Oh thank you, Henry. Thank you.” She kissed him on the lips then took a small step back. She asked. “Do you really like my boobs, Henry. They’re not anywhere near as big as Mom’s or even Candy’s. You can play with them if you want to. Do you want to rub them again?” Cynthia pulled her shoulders back and offered her small tits for Henry to fondle.

He reached out and gently massaged her tits. She closed her eyes and moaned when he softly squeezed her puffy areolas and nipples between his finger and thumb. Her nipples quickly hardened. Even hard, her nipples were like small pink baby peas.

Henry massaged Cynthia’s tits until her breathing was coming in gasps. He then slid off his couch and fell to his knees in front of her. That put his mouth at the same level as the teen’s budding tits. While continuing to rub her left tit and roll its nipple between his finger and thumb, he kissed, licked, and sucked her right tit. He put his left arm around her back and pulled her chest tightly to his mouth. She groaned loudly when he sucked nearly all of her left tit into his mouth and repeatedly swabbed its hard little nipple with his tongue.

After a several minutes Henry switched tits and massaged the right tit while licking and sucking the left. After a while he took both tits in his hands and asked the breathless teen. “Cynthia honey, you seldom where shorts. Why did you where these today?”

“Well, I… uh… I…. My jeans are all so tight, and I… uh….”

“And you thought I could put my hand in these shorts easier than your usual pair of tight jeans?”

“Uh huh.” She blushed.

‘Dressed for speed, just like her mother.’ Henry smiled at her as he slid both hands around Cynthia’s ribs to her back. After rubbing her back for a minute or so, he slid his hands down to her butt. He then firmly squeezed both cheeks through her shorts as he continued to alternately suck both of Cynthia’s tender titties. The puffy areolas of her budding tits were such a turn-on for Henry.

When Cynthia almost imperceptibly pushed her butt out to Henry’s kneading hands, he firmly squeezed both sides of her butt one more time. He then placed his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, he pushed Cynthia’s shorts down to her knees.

Without saying a word, the visibly nervous teen shifted her knees just enough for her shorts to fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them, along with her shoes, off to the side.

Henry then sat on the edge of the couch and turned her as he had the day before. With her back to him, Henry pulled her firmly to his chest. She slipped easily between his spread knees. While continuing to fondle her tits, he nibbled, kissed and licked Cynthia’s ears and neck. He then stood and bent over the small girl. He wanted her to feel protected but under his control. While he nuzzled her ear and neck, he slowly ground his hard cock in his pants into the crack of her butt.

She laid her head back on Henry’s chest and was cooing like a dove. She had her eyes closed and a broad smile was on her face.

He gently turned her to face him, slowly lifted her chin, and brought his lips to hers. As he wrapped her in his arms, he gently kissed Cynthia fully on her lips. It was her first real kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.

With his left arm, Henry held Cynthia firmly to his chest. His free right arm and hand slid down her back to her butt and squeezed a cheek. Henry then slowly turned her again and returned to nibbling her ear and neck. He brought his hand around her hip and gently cupped her panty clad pussy.

Cynthia gasped and groaned but made no effort to pull away from Henry’s hand. Her white cotton panties had become very wet with the juices coming from her virgin pussy.

Slowly, Henry began rubbing Cynthia’s wet slit through her panties. Her breathing became raged. She moaned and turned her head to be kissed. As their lips met, Henry pressed his index finger into her slit taking her panties with his finger. He soon found her clit.

After just a few gentle strokes of her slit and clit, Cynthia’s body began to noticeably quiver. “Oh my!” Cynthia gasped as she brought her hands to her pussy. She covered the hand that was petting her with her own hand. With both of her hands she pressed Henry’s hand tightly to her horny little pussy.

Henry held her tightly as she nearly swooned in his arms.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal as she soaked in her first post orgasmic glow. Henry brought his hand, glistening with Cynthia’s juices, to his face.