Chapter 2: Roberta

Larry Hagman was an old guy of 67, though he seemed older. He’d never been married, spent time in jail, worked at a few supermarkets now and then. Mostly these days he stayed home, working on hobbies and jerking off with his twenty-year-old computer. He’d had one operation before. Now he just took his meds every day and stayed home. And then one day, the new neighbors moved in.

Old Lady Kathy had passed away and this young couple moved in. They had a younger daughter, about 16 he thought. Boy, was she a looker! Average face and hair, bur a very curvy body. He’d often sat in his upstairs office, watching her in the backyard practicing her baton twirling. From the shadows, he’d jerked off more than once, especially since he found his old binoculars, and discovered her bedroom was the room closest to his office. What luck! She was the focus of his cum dreams for weeks.

One problem Larry had was, if he missed his meds for two days in a row, he’d get kinda crazy until he got back on them. He’d just do weird shit. Actually, the only bad thing he did was smoking marijuana, but since it was legal now and it seemed to keep him calmer (and hornier). He used it probably more than he should.

Roberta was well aware of the man next door and his almost non-stop odor of marijuana coming from his house. She rarely saw him, but he just seemed harmless, yet creepy too. Every time she did see him, he was staring at her. One day she was outside with her father when the old man came over and introduced himself. He said his name was Larry Hagman. Dad introduced himself, then introduced me.

“And this is Roberta, our fourteen-year-old daughter. Well, almost fifteen, actually. Next month, right honey?” he smiled. Roberta nodded, not sure what to say. Roberta sure didn’t look fourteen/almost fifteen. She actually looked a lot younger. Her breasts weren’t especially growing yet. Mostly she had a little breast development with some big nipples on her little five-foot nothing size. She weighed about average, at 100 pounds. Physically, her newest and cutest asset was her butt. Firm, round, it wiggled whenever she walked. Her shorts were always too tight. She infrequently wore a bra. Her tops were always too tight, which just made her nipples stand out when she had nothing on underneath. It wasn’t easy being fourteen with a hot bod.

One Sunday night, Larry had his friend Grant over. Grant was as degenerate as himself when it came to girls, and he was very jealous of Larry’s new neighbor. “All I got is some old couple, and a fat black lady for neighbors,” he always complained. They both were upstairs at the window overlooking the alley between his place and the girls’.

Larry had forgotten to take his meds yesterday, and that just made it easier for him to miss his meds today. Grant also had the same problem, and he too was a couple of days without his proper medications. Add in some pot, some more pot and a couple of Budweiser’s, and suddenly Grant wanted to see the girl next door again. Larry looked out the window, then held up his binoculars, said, “Well, I’ll be...”

“lemme see! Lemme see!” Grant said as they stood by the window. He grabbed the binoculars. There was Roberta, standing in the grass by the fence. She had on her pajamas it looked like. The binoculars made for an extreme close-up, and with her bending over slightly, a great down-blouse view.

They stared for a few moments. Larry said, “Hey. Let’s have some fun!” Grant looked at him, back at the girl.

“Like what?”

Larry ran down the stairs, went out the back door of the kitchen. Grant watched from upstairs. Larry moved quickly across the alley between the houses, to the fence where the girl stood, bending over. She didn’t see him sneaking up behind her. Suddenly, he grabbed her up; one arm around her waist lifting her over the small fence. The other hand was covering her mouth. She yelled, but it was muffled. She struggled but he was already moving towards the kitchen door.

Grant jumped up, ran down the stairs, got to the kitchen just as Larry dragged the girl inside. Grant opened the basement door; Larry dragged the girl down the stairs. They had done a lot of soundproofing so they could run their hobby equipment late at night. Grant closed the door behind them.

Roberta fought, but she was being held too far off the ground, and he had a hand over her mouth to silence her. She managed to get out a couple of brief cries, but in seconds they were in his house and going into his basement. She could really smell her lipstick for some reason. Suddenly they stopped by a work bench. There were just a few lights on.

Roberta saw her neighbor Mr. Hagman standing there, leering at her. Another man did too. She didn’t know this man. He was pretty big, pretty fat. Of course, they were both taller than her. Mr. Hagman flipped a switch, held up an electric tool. Some kind of small drill. He clicked it on and off a few times. He spoke at her.

“Listen up, dear. You do what we say, or I start drilling little holes in you. You understand me?”

He held the drill close to her face. She was shaking, scared to death, not sure what to do or what to say or anything. Finally, she nodded quickly,

“Yes! Yes! I understand! Yes! Ok!” She thought maybe they wanted her to make something.

Mr. Hagman put the drill down. He turned to her, told the fat guy to hold her arms. The fat man grabbed her arm, turned her, grabbed her other arm and held them loosely behind her back. “Don’t move...” he growled.

Larry stood in front of the frightened girl as she kept saying “Why are you doing this? You have to let me get home. I have to go home now...” He moved his fingers to her pajama top. Slowly, he gripped the top of it, just above the top button. The violently he ripped it open, tearing all four of the buttons. He forced her pajama top back off her shoulders. Grant took it off of her. Little Roberta, fourteen-year-old Roberta, kept pleading, as she was crying, “Please, Mr. Hagman, don’t, don’t, please ... I haven’t got anything on...”

Larry stared at those young girl tits that he’d been dreaming about for so long. Not too big, but not bad at all for only fourteen. Really nice, big brown nipples. Shit, her nipples weren’t even hard yet. The best was yet to come. Or cum. He grinned, laughed.

He grabbed her pajama waistband; pulled them down to her knees, then her panties as well. He pushed both to the floor as he leaned in, taking a long, deep breath by her pussy. He made her step out, then made her spread her legs apart.

“Farther. Farther. More...” he kept saying. Roberta did, keeping her balance easily, due to her constant working out. Except now she was completely naked, legs apart, in front of two old grown -ups in a basement. He stood up, then told her to start licking his thing with her tongue. She looked at him, pleading, then slowly knelt down on one knee. She reached out with a shaking hand, held his dick with two fingers. It was old alright. Big, fat and very wrinkled. She started to lick it slowly with her tongue, touching it as little as possible. He kept telling her to do more; go faster, lick more. She tried to do that, and she could tell his thing was getting longer, harder, less wrinkly. He made her put her mouth over it.