Annie's Visits

Annie, the neighbor girl, has long had a crush on Sammy. Now that Annie is 18 and the circumstances are favorable, Sammy is going to press his advantage.

Part One

I believe I was one of the first people on my block to get a VCR. My main reason for buying one back in the spring of 1983 was because I liked watching classic movies—and the first video rental store to open nearby my house specialized in old Hollywood favorites. However, I quickly discovered that the store’s proprietor, an amusing fellow named Manny, was shrewd enough to also stock up on explicit adult films.

Manny kept these flicks in a distant, curtained-off corner of his store to abide by a local pornography bylaw. An irrepressible character, Manny was not at all shy about telling customers, even those who had never set foot inside his business before, “If you’re looking for fucking films, they’re all hidden behind that curtain! Go take a look! See if something turns your crank.”

One day, solely out of curiosity, I did just that. Porn videos comprised an entirely new world to me, so I sheepishly grabbed one that had a pretty and very busty blonde girl on its cover and took it to the checkout counter along with VHS copies of both High Noon and On the Waterfront. “I see you are expanding your horizons, Mr. Watson,” Manny jokingly said to me with a huge smile on his face. I didn’t respond to that remark, so Manny said quietly, “You’d be amazed at how many prominent and respectable people come into my store. They’re not coming in for my selection of Disney classics, either.” That tidbit of information actually made me feel a little less guilty about the third film I had selected.

Part Two

At the time I was a single 38-year-old who was successfully self-employed. I also worked out of my house, which gave me plenty of free time to indulge in my frequent movie sprees. Thanks to Manny’s suggestion, that now included porn films on a regular basis. Some of their stars became as familiar to me as Spencer Tracy and Audrey Hepburn were.

My next-door neighbors of 14 years were the Barringtons, Steve and Amelia, and their daughter Annie. They were exceedingly friendly and generous. Because they knew I was by myself and had no relatives who lived close to me, the Barringtons would routinely invite me into their home as a guest to share their holiday meals. It was just their nature to be kind. I always made sure I contributed to the feast by bringing along a dessert or a loaf of fresh bread so I wasn’t a total freeloader. It was also a bonus that Amelia Barrington was a terrific cook. I often told her she should be employed as a chef at a five-star restaurant somewhere.

During these visits, I became very friendly with Annie, who was their only child. She immediately began referring to me as “Uncle Alex” as a term of endearment even though I was not related to Annie. Just from general conversation with her, I could tell that Annie was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I learned from Steve that although Annie attended a regular public school with her peers, she was enrolled in a special program for students who required plenty of extra help to muddle through the curriculum.

Annie was certainly a pleasant girl, a cute brunette who was always smiling and was quite affectionate with people she knew. If I saw Steve or Amelia lingering outside their house, I would make a point of joining them to chitchat. If Annie was home at the same time, she too would come outside and almost always greet me with a warm embrace. Once she boldly kissed me on my cheek. It was very flattering and endearing, so I returned the favor. After that happened, Annie’s hugs became longer and tighter and her kisses came in twos and threes rather than just a single peck on the cheek. This went on for years. Steve and Amelia just laughed at their daughter’s apparent crush on me.

Somewhere along the line, a great aunt of mine died at age 92. Oddly, in her will she left me an extensive set of high-end cookware. Why she did that, I have no idea. I avoided cooking whenever I could, so I just stored it all in cardboard boxes in a corner of my basement close to the furnace where it began to collect dust. I told my lone sister Franny, who was an excellent cook, that she was welcome to have the entire lot of Aunt Beth’s cookware. She said she’d be happy to acquire it. The plan was for her to collect it the next time she visited me, but Franny lived more than 400 miles away, so her visits to my house were infrequent affairs. During one of my chats with Amelia Barrington, I mentioned the cookware. She must have made a mental note of it because about three years later she asked me if Aunt Beth’s cache included a large pot for making homemade soup. I honestly did not know, so Amelia entered my home to look it over. To her delight, I had exactly what she needed. She asked if she could borrow it. I told her she was welcome to keep it.

“No, I’ll just borrow it for a little while,” Amelia said, declining my gift. “I know it belongs in a set that your sister will eventually get. I just want to try making this marvelous vegetable soup recipe that I saw in a magazine, so I’ll get this pot back to you when I’m done with it.”

Part Three

I had honestly forgotten about my loan to Amelia when I was startled by an unexpected knock on my door about three weeks later. I was in the middle of my most recent film rentals from Manny. A porn film was in my VCR. I muted the sound and went up the flight of stairs to see who was at my front door. It was Annie Barrington. She was holding the pot I had lent to her mother nearly a month before. Annie smiled warmly and swung the pot in front of my face by its handle.

“Ah, I recognize that thing!” I told her. “Thanks for returning it, Annie. Now it can go back into its box and start collecting dust all over again.”

I’m not sure Annie appreciated my sense of humor, nor if she even understood I was attempting to make a joke. She just said her mother wanted to know if she could now borrow Aunt Beth’s gravy boat. I said she was more than welcome to it. I offered Annie a glass of pink lemonade, which she accepted.

Annie had been inside my home before once or twice, so she knew its general layout. I told her to take the soup pot to the furnace room and look for the gravy boat while I poured each of us a lemonade. I had just plopped ice cubes into our drinks when I heard Annie loudly exclaim, “Hey, Uncle Alex, I didn’t know you had one of those new VCR things. We now have one just like it in my classroom at school.”

I instantly realized that Annie was looking at my muted porno flick—so I rushed downstairs to turn it off. It was too late. She was seated on a recliner watching John Holmes penetrate and please a buxom redhead with his prodigious penis. Annie seemed transfixed by what she was seeing on the screen. She had the soup pot at her feet.

I didn’t know what to say. Annie broke the silence by noting, “I don’t hear any sound coming from it. The VCR in my classroom has sound.”

I explained that my VCR indeed had sound, but I had muted it when I went upstairs to answer the door. I grabbed the remote control to demonstrate. I unmuted it just in time to hear the redhead merrily proclaim, “Yeah, yeah! Keep shoving your big dick inside me! Nobody fucks me like you do!”

I was very embarrassed, but Annie wasn’t in the slightest. I don’t think she was worldly enough to be embarrassed by the porn playing on my TV screen. She merely said, “This is a sex movie, isn’t it, Uncle Alex? I’ve seen something like it in health class at school. Our teacher says that having sex is special and you should only do sex things with someone you really like.”

I told Annie that she was generally correct about that. For some reason, I continued to let the movie roll until the scene ended with John Holmes firing a large load of thick semen onto the stomach of the redhead. He let out a loud groan of satisfaction as he came.

“That was really interesting, Uncle Alex, but why was that man groaning? Did having sex hurt his penis thing?”

“No, it’s just the opposite, Annie,” I began to explain with a chuckle. I paused the video as the redheaded gal began to play with the goo John Holmes had just splattered on her torso. “He groaned because he was experiencing pleasure. Yes, you groan, if you are in pain, but you also groan when you are doing something that makes you feel good. When that man ejaculated his sperm, it felt really good—so he moaned. Do you understand that, Annie?”

“Oh, yeah,” she agreed. “I sometimes make happy sounds when I play with myself down there.” Annie pointed to her crotch and giggled. “I know a little bit about sex and what our body parts are for. So far, I’ve only touched myself. No one else has. I’d like someone else to touch me, though.” At this point she grabbed both my hands with hers, squeezed them affectionately, and kissed me on the cheek.

I was no fool. I knew what Annie was driving at—and I had to admit it was tempting. In the 14 years Annie had lived next door to me, she had blossomed from a four-year-old to a very attractive 18-year-old. At 5’3”, Annie was nicely busty for her height. She had a pretty face with cute dimples. She also had a very appealing derrière that I had been noticing for at least three years. The trouble was that Annie’s mental age had not kept up with her physical maturity. The last time I’d talked to her parents about Annie’s academic progress, they said she had been placed in a school that catered to special-needs students. Annie was presently doing sixth-grade work—and she was struggling mightily with it.

“Can you rewind this movie to the beginning, Uncle Alex?” she kindly asked me. “I want to learn about sex from it.”

I was struggling with how I should answer Annie’s request. To buy myself more time while I pondered what to do, I said, “Let’s do this: Let’s put the soup pot away and find the gravy boat for your mother. You take it to her and then come back here for the movie. Tell your mom we’ll be watching some Disney movies. Remember we have lemonade to enjoy. We can watch the sex movie while we drink it. I’ll put out some cookies for us, too.”

“Okay!” she said happily. We quickly found the gravy boat and off she went. She returned to my house about a minute later. During that brief interval I had decided to take advantage of the favorable situation to see how far Annie would go with her first sexual adventure.

Part Four

Annie carried the plate of cookies down the stairs to the rec room while I carried the glasses of pink lemonade. I put them on the coffee table in front of my couch. Annie set the cookies there, too.

“My mom thanks you for loaning her the gravy boat. I told her I was going back to your house, and we’d be watching movies. She didn’t ask which kind, so I didn’t tell her.”

“You’re a wise girl, Annie Barrington!” I told her. Ever since I first met her when she was a toddler, Annie’s face had the endearing quality of lighting up whenever I gave her a compliment. It did again. This time it highlighted her teenage sexuality. I was beginning to feel an erection building inside my briefs—and we hadn’t done anything yet. I decided to act like a teacher for the time being.

“Okay, Annie,” I began. “Watching this movie provides a good chance for you to learn about human sexuality things that you might not ever learn at school. I’ll rewind it back to the beginning and we’ll watch it together. We’ll sit on the couch beside each other, like we’re doing right now. If you feel any urges to do anything sexual like the actors are doing, I can do that with you. The same goes for me: If I feel the urge to do something sexual with you, I’ll ask for your permission to do it. I’m saying this because of what you said a little while ago about wanting someone to touch you. I think that someone is me, isn’t it, Annie?”

Annie coyly nodded but didn’t say anything. I figured this was a good time for a kiss, so I gave Annie a peck on her right cheek. She did the same to me. Then our eyes met—she had beautiful brown ones—and we instinctively moved closer together for a passionate kiss on the lips. We had never done that before! When we separated, Annie giggled—and so did I.

“I think that ought to put us in the mood for the movie!” I stated. Then I pressed the play button on the VCR’s remote control.

Like most porn movies from that era, the one running in my VCR had a passable plot. It was about a gigolo, a man named Vincent and played by porn legend John Holmes, who ends up falling for one of his new customers. The first scene was the one with the redhead. She was a regular client who wanted Vincent’s usual robust fucking to satisfy her carnal desires. The plot moved very quickly. It showed the redhead answering her doorbell, seeing Vincent, and quickly escorting him up a flight of stairs to her bedroom. We don’t see either of them disrobe. The next scene begins with the two of them naked on the bed with Vincent fondling the redhead’s sizable breasts, an act of sexual foreplay that he seems to enjoy very much.

“Can you touch my boobs like that actor is doing to the actress, Uncle Alex? They both seem to like it.”

“Yes, I’m sure they do!” I replied as I paused the movie. “Let’s finish our drinks and move the plate of cookies to another place. This couch can fold out to a bed. Let’s do that and lie on it naked just like they are. Are you okay with that, Annie?”

“Yeah, for sure,” she concurred. “I’ll do anything sexy with you, Uncle Alex. I love you. That means it’s okay for us to have sex, right?” Of course, I agreed with Annie’s simplistic view of things.

I pulled out the bed while Annie stood up and disrobed. I subtly glanced at her while she was in the act. She first removed the blue golf shirt she was wearing and then unclasped her brassiere, exposing her terrific breasts. I had first noticed Annie developing when she was perhaps 10½ years old. Her mother had once quietly told me, “I think Annie is going to be a busty girl—bustier than I am. I worry that older schoolboys might take advantage of her naivete.” I couldn’t help but recall that conversation from 1975 and think to myself, “Older boys, no! Much older neighbor, yes!”

By the time Annie had removed her shorts, socks and shoes and was down to her sexy, white panties, the bed was in place, and I too was standing just clad in my briefs. My underwear was not doing a good job in concealing my erection.

Annie couldn’t help but notice it. “Look at the big bulge you have down there, Uncle Alex. That’s called an erection. Isn’t that right? I learned about that in health class, too.”

“Yes...and you are the cause of it, sweetheart. That happens when a man is sexually aroused. It means something has clicked in his brain and made him ready to have sex. You are that something because you are so beautiful. You have big, wonderful breasts for me to enjoy, Annie. That’s just one reason my penis is so hard.” I yanked my underwear off and pointed at my phallus. “See? Look what you’ve done to me, honey?”

Annie smiled and laughed as she stepped out of her panties. She had a hairy bush that was totally desirable. The fact that she was almost certainly a virgin added an extra level of arousal. I picked up the remote control and said, “Let’s get onto the bed like the two actors in the movie, and together we’ll do exactly what they do.”

“Yay!” said Annie with great enthusiasm. She clapped her hands with excitement, too. Then, just like the redhead in the movie, she snuggled up beside be and let me fondle her magnificent tits. I restarted the movie. Vincent cupped the redhead’s jugs and played with them. I did the same with Annie’s. Vincent gave extra attention to the redhead’s nipples using his thumbs. I did the same. Vincent began sucking on them, spending 20 or 30 seconds on one breast, then moving to the other. I did too.

“That feels really good, Uncle Alex,” Annie informed me. We should have been doing this long ago.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I admitted, “but I could have gotten in big trouble with the law if I actually did have sex with you the first time I noticed your precious titties growing, Annie.”

“That sounds like a silly law to me,” Annie insisted. “People should be able to have fun with each other at any age.”

“You’re quite a libertarian, my dear!” I stated, knowing full well that Annie had no idea what that meant.

My penis was as stiff as a rock and our sexual romp had only begun. I continued to mimic what we saw on the screen. Annie gave me a decent blowjob based on what she saw. I had to tell her that the term “blowjob” was a bit of a misnomer, and that it really involved more licking and sucking than blowing. I enjoyed copying Vince’s titty-fuck, too. Annie thought it was totally silly.

When Vince began cunnilingus on the redhead, I did the same on Annie. She thoroughly enjoyed that sensation. She squirmed and squealed and became very wet in her nether regions. “This is the best feeling ever!” she screamed. “Oh, please, please, please! Keep on licking me down there, Uncle Alex. It feels so good!”

There was a cut in the movie. It moved from Vince licking the redhead’s clit to her riding his dick cowgirl style. I stopped the film to ask Annie if she wanted to proceed. “The actors are fucking now,” I told her in case she was totally ignorant of the concept. “I’m happy to do that with you, Annie, if you want to go that far, but you don’t have to do that.”

There was no indecision on the part of Annie whatsoever. She replied, “Please fuck me like they’re doing in the movie. I want to try that.”

I propped myself on a few pillows. Shortly thereafter, Annie mounted me. Her virgin pussy sliding down my rod felt exquisite. Like Vince on the screen, I lifted Annie up and down as her boobs bounced to the rhythm we had created. My penis felt like a steel rod. How I didn’t come immediately, I’ll never know.

After about two minutes, a new scene showed Vince plowing the redhead in the missionary position. That was about the point in the movie when Annie had first noticed the VCR and the porno film it was showing.

I said to her, “Look Annie, it’s time for me to fuck you that way. I think this was about where I was when you came to the front door with the soup pot. Vince is going to come soon. I’ll do my best to do exactly what he does. He climaxed by ejaculating all over that girl’s tummy, remember? I’ll come all over you too.”

John Holmes’ Vince had more self-control and stamina than I did. He was still busily plowing away on the redhead when I felt a cum shot was imminent. I pulled my dick out of Annie’s vagina and fired a blast of semen that traveled much higher than Vince’s did in the movie. It covered Annie from heck neck to her navel. I couldn’t recall a more powerful blast ever flying out of my throbbing phallus. Like Vince, I let out a groan or two of total satisfaction.

“Uncle Alex, you’re moaning!” Annie noticed. “That means it was pleasurable for you, right? That must mean I was good, and you liked having sex with me!”

“You better believe it, Annie. You are a terrific fuck. You pleased me to no end. My dick is still hard and pulsating. I hope you liked it, too.”

Instead of giving me the obvious answer, Annie grabbed my penis a little bit roughly, which surprised me. She pointed at the TV screen where the redhead was giving Vince post-fuck fellatio to draw every drop of jism from his balls. Being an obliging mimic, Annie did the same for me.

“I like the taste of it,” she told me. “That redhead knows what she’s doing. She’s swallowing every drop of Vince’s cum.” Once Annie had finished her business with my manhood, which was now flaccid, we just lied on the bed, kissing and hugging for the next half hour.

After a long silence, I could see that Annie was being pensive about something. She finally made an odd request of me. “Name two old Disney movies, Uncle Alex.”

“Okay,” I responded, “Old Yeller and Fantasia.” After a slight pause, curiosity got the better of me. I asked my bedmate, “Why in the world did you just ask me that question right after we had a world-class fucking session that we both loved?”

Annie stated, “I’m going to tell my mom we watched Old Yeller today. After we fuck again tomorrow, I’ll tell her we watched Fantasia. Is that a good plan, Uncle Alex?”

“That’s excellent, Annie—absolutely excellent,” I told her.

Like always, Annie beamed at the compliment.