Growing up can be challenging for kids, especially as they enter their teen years and are bombarded with a wide variety of cultural influences. Some kids stay on the mainstream path, while others experiment with different lifestyles, which stand out in conservative communities.
My name is Brad, and my wife, Janice, and I were forty-four years old at the time of this story. We live in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio, and our eighteen-year-old daughter, named Melanie, had just moved away from home to go to college. We have next door neighbors a little younger than us, and their daughter, Sarah, had just turned sixteen.
I watched Sarah grow up from the time she was born, and she and Melanie had been good friends for most of that time, even though Sarah is two years younger. Melanie had a more conventional experience growing up and was in several high school clubs as well as being a cheerleader. Sarah is shier and withdrawn, possibly because her parents both work long hours, and she is home alone much of the time. She isn’t involved in any school activities that I know of. She did spend a lot time over at our home playing with Melanie, and we got to know her very well.
As the girls grew into their teen years, they, like most teenagers, became somewhat withdrawn from adults, and wanted their own space. When Sarah turned sixteen, before the start of her junior year of high school, she made some new friends who had been dabbling in the Goth culture. I had read a few articles about Goths and knew that even though they can be joyful and outgoing when socializing with their own, they also have a reputation for displaying melancholy and dark personas around others.
Sarah is a very pretty girl who has light-brown, should-length hair and light-blue eyes. She colored her hair black and started wearing mostly black clothes, with dark accents and accessories, mostly purple in color. Her parents apparently did little to control her new manner of dress, and even if they did try, she likely would have done what she wanted to anyway.
She got more and more into the Goth culture as time passed, and that’s when she and Melanie drifted apart as friends. By the middle of her junior year, Sarah was heavily into the Goth culture. Her hair was still jet black, and even longer in a sculpted cut that frames her pretty face. She also paints her fingernails black, and wears dark, black and purple eye makeup, as well as either red or black lipstick. The finishing touches are the white foundation makeup she wears to give her a pale complexion, and the cosmetic contact lenses she wore to make her blue eyes appear gray. Her parents told me that she even insists on being called by her Goth name, Elsinore.
Her overall appearance is similar to the costumed actress who played the horror hostess, Elvira, in the comedy horror film entitled ‘Elvira, Mistress of the Dark’ from the late-1980s. She also played numerous other television and movies as Elvira. Elvira wore slinky, black dresses that prominently displayed the ample cleavage of her large breasts, and she looked as much like a whore as she did a horror queen. Sarah obviously isn’t allowed to wear clothes that revealing at school. Although, we still see her from time to time, and she sometimes wears revealing clothes around the neighborhood. I couldn’t help but notice that she had developed over the summer what looked like a beautiful pair of 36D breasts and a nice, full ass.
The more I see her, the more attracted I am to her. It's not just her appearance either. I'm fascinated and attracted by her apparent strength and resolve to be different than most of the kids. She has a mature confidence in her manner that makes her seem older than her years, and I can’t help envisioning Elvira and remembering her sexy guise when I see Sarah.
There are many variations in the Goth culture, and I learned that one of them is the belief that some of them participate in unusual, bizarre, or deviant sexual practices. I know that Sarah had reached the age of sexual consent, which is sixteen in Ohio, but it was still hard for me to see her in that light. As time went on, I became more obsessed with her beauty and sexuality, and I wanted to find out for myself if she was having sex yet.
Our homes are side by side, and the layouts are such that her bedroom is on the second floor, with a window facing the side of my home’s master bedroom. My bedroom window faces the back of our home, and I started to notice that she doesn’t close her blinds at night, since our window isn't overlooking her room. Our homes are only about sixteen feet apart, and what she didn’t realize is that our walk-in closet has a small, porthole style window that does overlook her bedroom. It looks like it's just for decoration from the outside, but it has internal louvers that can be opened from the inside to let in natural light.
I stated a routine of going into our dark closet at night, when Janice was busy or watching television, to see what Sarah was doing in her room. On many evenings I saw her nude, or at least partially nude, and her body is absolutely fantastic. Her big breasts are firm, full and wide-rooted, and they shift and jiggle so seductively as she moves around in her room. Her ass is also a perfect heart shape, and she had a thick bush of dark pubic hair, and even thick hair under her arms. I did feel a little guilty spying on a sixteen-year-old girl and jacking my cock, while drooling over her tight, young body. Not guilty enough to stop, though.
Things got even more interesting when other teenage boys and girls started coming over. Her parents were either not home or didn’t care if the boys and girls came to her room. They are all dressed as Goths, and some of the boys have hairstyles and makeup that makes them look androgynous. I have a good view of their activities since her bed was right in front of her window, and I was shocked the first time I saw her have sex with a boy.
Sarah just had a robe on when the boy came into the room, and they both quickly striped off all their clothes. Her body looked great as usual, and he's kind of thin and scrawny, which made his cock, which must have been eight inches long and thick, look even bigger. They must have been fantasizing about some kind of vampire encounter, because both of them put in fake teeth with fangs. He pushed her back on the bed and held her there as he began to suck her breasts, and sometimes acted as if he was biting her tit flesh.
After sucking her tits for about five minutes, he moved up and they kissed passionately. From my vantage point I saw his big cock and balls pressing against her thigh. Then he slid down a little and pushed his face into her hairy armpits and began sucking and licking and smothering himself in there. He then moved down to press his face into her thick pubic hair, before he rolled over on his back and she sat on his face. He sucked her pussy for what seemed like ten minutes, and then they changed positions to fuck.
I had a perfect view right between their legs, as he shoved his thick cock into her pussy. I couldn’t help but think back to my teen years, when I wasn’t nearly so worldly at their age. My desire to fuck her increased even more as I saw how she responded to his pounding. She wrapped her legs around his ass to pull his cock farther into her, and her head was thrashing back and forth in rapture, as her big breasts shook and swayed on her chest. I knew when the boy was having his orgasm when he held still inside of her, as his ass clinched repeatedly. Just at that moment Janice began calling for me and I couldn’t watch them any longer that night.
That same boy came over the next three nights, and the same thing happened. Then on the following night, two other boys came to her room. Those boys looked to have seven or eight-inch cocks, and she sucked both of them and their balls as part of their foreplay. Then she was sandwiched between the boys as they double-penetrated her. It was boggling my mind that a sixteen-year old girl is so experienced at having sex.
Over the next three weeks, different boys came to her room almost every night. And on nights when no boys came, Goth girlfriends came. It looked to me like they thrived on having orgasms and couldn’t seem to get enough. It was especially erotic watching those teen girls, with their tight, young bodies, sucking one another’s breasts and pussies. The other girls all had hairy cunts and arm pits, just like Sarah's, and that made it even more arousing for me to watch. I began to notice that Sarah always takes the dominant role whenever she can, and it was fascinating to me that she enjoyed that role so much. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she was especially in control when she was sitting on the boys’ and girls’ faces.
I had never had a homosexual thought in my life, before then, and I’m definitely not attracted to boys or men emotionally. I don’t think of men and boys as being good looking or in a romantic way, and would never want to do any huggy, kissy stuff with them. The thing that was gnawing at me, though, I was beginning to realize that I was attracted to their hard, teen cocks in a way that I didn’t understand. I had never seen any hard cocks on men or boys before, and I loved watching them and then seeing their thick cum pour out of Sarah’s pussy. I had to face the realization that I must at least be bisexual.
The more I saw her nude body and watched her fucking all the boys and girls, the more I wanted her. It was such a mixture of emotions, sometimes seeing her as a sixteen-year-old neighbor who I had known for years, and at other times imagining she's Elvira, the sexy character in that movie. I thought that it had to be unusual for a girl her age to be such a slut for cocks and pussy, and I wanted to fuck her too.
I knew that the likelihood of fucking her was slim to none, since I was just an older adult neighbor, who she wasn’t even communicating with anymore. I kept watching her for months, and I sometimes masturbated in the closet five times a week. I finally admitted to myself that I would never be able to have sex with her and was watching her and the boys much less frequently.
Months later, during the spring of the year when Sarah would turn seventeen, a serendipitous thing happened. It was early evening on a Monday and I was out jogging in the park that borders on our subdivision, with a path starting only two blocks from my home. It was an exceptionally warm day, especially for Ohio at the end of March, and I was sitting on one of the many benches to cool down. That bench is located next to a wooded area that has a small, little-used trail going into the woods, starting near the bench.
I began to hear loud voices from back in the woods, and it sounded like a girl might be in distress. I quickly and quietly ran down the trail, and in only a minute came to a small clearing. There were three men, who looked to be in their early twenties, who are kind of rough looking and not from the neighborhood. They were grabbing, pushing and shoving a girl. Her back was to me and I couldn’t see her face, but the hair and body looked a lot like Sarah’s. I stood back and listened for a few seconds to try to assess whether she was in trouble.
That’s when one of the men said, “Give us your purse, you fucking bitch. Or would you rather I try to knock some sense into you again.”
It was apparent that he had already hit the girl at least once, and she struggled against his grip. When she turned partially towards me I realized that it was Sarah. She was wearing a tight, black t-shirt. It had the logo of a heavy metal band, and she was also wearing a pair of black, stretch workout pants. She also had her trademark hairstyle and all of the makeup I mentioned earlier. The man doing the talking punched her in the face and knocked her against a tree. I was impressed by how she refused to give up her purse but knew that she was no match for those men. I quickly covered the last few steps and punched him hard in the face with a powerful, downward punch, and knocked him to the ground.
To be honest, I’m not a fighter or a particularly tough guy, but my adrenalin was flowing, and I wasn’t about to let anything more happen to Sarah. The other two men charged me, and I was able to give one of them a lucky kick in the balls, while I punched the other one in the face. They were all starting to come towards me again, and I wanted to try to verbally dissuade them.
So I said in the most ferocious voice I could, “Okay, mother fuckers. If you want a piece of me, come try to get it. But there’s no way in hell that you're going to hit this girl again or take her purse. And if you do, I’ll follow you low-life assholes to the ends of the earth and fuck you up bad.”
I’ll never know if it was my punches and kick, or my verbal warning that discouraged them the most. They grumbled something about me being an asshole, and then they ran off down the path. Sarah was still leaning against the tree sobbing, and when I got a good look at her face, I realized that she had been punched and slapped around several times before I arrived. Her eyes were swollen and bruised, her nose was bleeding, and she had scrapes on her face.
I held her in my arms and said, “You’re going to be okay now, Sarah, those fucking cowards have gone. Let me help you home and we can call the police.”
She was still a little incoherent as I helped her walk and half carried her home. Her parents weren’t home so I brought her into my home and Janice called the police for us. She was starting to feel a little better as the police arrived, and we were both able to give them good descriptions of the three men who tried to rob her. Janice got out our first aid kit and tended to her scrapes, and Sarah declined the policemen’s offer to take her to the hospital.
After the police left, Sarah was afraid to go home alone. She didn’t know if those men knew more about her and where she lived. We decided to wait until her parents came home, and I sat with her in our family room while Janice began preparing dinner.
