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Boy Next Door

By: Sweetp4u



Lying in bed, Sasha, leans up and looks out the window. In the next yard is the neighbor's son. He is shirtless, and trim. Wearing only his cut off shorts, pushing a mower around. He is maybe 20 now. She can’t recall. She moved in 6 years ago with her family next to them. He's been mowing her lawn since the day she moved here. He was always eager to please her. Today she was wanting pleasure, and wondering if he would give it to her. Walking to the window, She leaned out and waved. Letting her robe fall open and reveal some of her cleavage. She was fit and trim for being 28. She had a nice C cup chest and a nice round firm ass. All those years working out to stay good looking. He smiled up to her and waved back.

She motioned for him to come inside for a break. He cut the engine on the mower and headed to the door. Sasha walked down the stairs to the kitchen and let him in. "Hi there Jason, great job your doing on my yard out there. You looked rather hot. Would you care for a drink?" She smiled as he nodded his head.

She walked over to the fridge and pulled out the lemonade, and some ice out of the freezer. Turning, her short robe opened a little revealing she was nude under the robe. She got out a tall glass and poured his drink. Walking back over to him, She handed it over. "So how have you been this summer Jason?" He took a drink and put the glass on the counter. "So far so good, I’m on break from college for a few months and I am enjoying it here" he smiled at her before dropping his gaze to her barely covered chest.

"I'm...uh. Studying hard and cant wait for football season to begin again" He gulped a little at the site she made before him. Smiling, Sasha stepped a little closer and touched his upper arms. "Oh you are getting bigger and bigger every year. I always wondered if you still played ball" Her voice purring to his ears. Sasha smiled and retreated a step. She didn’t want to scare him off.

He smiled and sat down at the island. "I've been playing hard hoping to get scouted. "Clearing his throat a little, and shifting in his seat, Sasha moved over to the counter again, this time reaching higher up for her glass. Lifting the robe up a little to reveal her tight round little ass.

She heard him gasp, and groan a little before catching himself and covering it up with a cough. "Don’t choke on the lemonade now Jason, I don’t know CPR" she was teasing him, but knew why he was uncomfortable. Without turning herself around to face him she took the next step.

"You know I always wondered if you were as sexy all over as you are in your upper body..." she held her breath waiting to see his reaction to this news. After several seconds of him not saying a word. She went on. "I sometimes sit at the window and watch you mow the lawn, and though I hate to admit it. It turned me on watching you. Enough so that I had to take care of myself while watching"

She turned around after that confession and looked at him. He was standing now, beside the island counter, looking her up and down. He was smiling a little bit, and his eyes told her he was very aroused by her confessions.

"I've watched you sun bath from my room now for years, Sasha. And umm I've done the same thing. Wondering the same things." He shifted again and waited for the next move from her.

"Is it wrong, you think, to want to find out Jason?" She murmured her reply, looking him up and down. He stepped closer to her, nearly whispering now. "Oh God no it’s not wrong at all. We’re close in age. Its natural I think." He paused only a few inches from her now. And he asked, "Is any of your family home today?"

Sasha shook her head "No they are all on vacation for the weekend. And I have a few days off from work. Mom and Dad wont be back ‘til late Sunday."

He stepped forward then, and lowers his hands to her waist. Tugging he pulled her robe open, but kept his eyes on her. Looking for uncertainty in them, or refusal. She moaned deeply when his finger tips brushes across her right nipple then her left. Jason lifted his hands up and pushed the robe off of her shoulders. Taking the last steps to close in on her, he leaned down and ran his tongue along her collarbone. Raising his hands, he placed them over her breasts, gently kneading them. Sasha moaned louder with the feel of his touch. Her robe lay at her feet, and her hands at her sides. She wasn’t sure how to proceed; She fantasized for so long, she was breathless with wanting him.

Jason continued his path with his tongue, slowly sinking to the floor on his knees. Kneading her breasts one at a time, and suckling her nipples. Sasha buried her hands into he flesh of his shoulders to steady herself. His mouth slid lower, where he thrust his tongue in and out of her tiny belly button, and then lower. She heard him gasp and she looked down to see why. He was staring at her smoothly shaved mound with pure lust in his eyes.

"I've never seen a full grown woman shaved bare before. . This looks so delicious..." Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for the first contact there. She wasn’t disappointed. Jason knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue darted in to gently lap her clit, before it went away. Then he moved it back again, this time with the tip of his tongue making circles on her clit. Once she started shaking, he turned her around and pushed her to a stool. Seating her there, he made her spread her thighs widely and one over his shoulder. He stopped for a second and just stared at her pussy. So tight, pink, and very wet. Sinking into her he took the hood over her clit and suckled the whole thing into his mouth. Sasha about slide off the stool, She moaned louder. Breathing harder. His tongue then slid down her moistened pussy lips and dug deeper into her. She arched off the chair when she felt his wonderful tongue thrust into her pussy. 

Moaning Sasha gripped the stool edges tighter. "God Jason... mmmm baby don’t stop. Please don’t stop!" her hips were lifting now and grinding a little into his sweet face. He brought up his hand and slides the tip of his finger into her, slowly finger fucking her with it. "Ask me for it Sasha. And I’ll give it to you"

Moaning at his words, she breathlessly whispered "finger fuck me Jason. Please!" her hips were moving more franticly. She was so damned wet, and she could feel her juices sliding down the crack of her ass. He tongue worked magic on her, but never hovered enough at one time to give her an orgasm. His fingers slid deeply into her. My god he had big hands!

"That’s it baby. Ride my fingers." he was whispering and watching her intently. "Cum all over my face baby. I’ve wanted to taste this sweet pussy for years. Now you’re going to give it to me" He was demanding. It turned her on more to hear him say it. Her back arched and she spread her legs further apart. Moaning, and panting was about all she could do. Occasionally she would manage to say "fuck!" between moans.

Jason watched her between eating her and fingering her. He would stop now and then and look at her beautiful face; her reactions were making his "monster" wake up and stand firm. Boy was she in for a treat when she finally gets to see what he has been packing around. He knew he was no small male. He was built and well endowed to service the female population. He was a little cocky, but most guys his age were. And he had one sexy female right now grinding her snatch into his face and pleading to be finger fucked harder. Oh yes life was good to him. His cocky grin came back to his face with those last thoughts as he shoved two fingers into her pussy and leaned down to take her clit between his teeth.

Lightly he scraped back and forth on her clit, never applying too much pressure to hurt her. Just enough to make her ride his face faster, nearly hectic in her pace. She was very turned on. She wanted to cum. He stopped his movements with his fingers and stopped suckling her clit. Pausing, Jason loved the sound of her near frustrated groan. Oh yes, she wanted it, and more.

He slowly again started moving his fingers in and out of her, he reached up this time with his other hand and tweaked her nipple. He watched her face. She had broken out in a fine sheen of sweat; her head was tossed back, her breathing making her breasts heave. Oh he was loving this. He looked down at her pussy and suckled again. This time pulling his fingers out of her And reaching under her ass. He used his hands to lift her high.

Sasha Gasped loudly yelling out "JASON!" as his whole mouth descended on her wet pussy, his hands had a firm grip on her ass. He lifted his head but a moment and told her in a very firm voice. "You are going to cum all over my face before you get anymore...now cum baby."

He put his mouth back on her, rapidly shoving his tongue in and out of her pussy. Her muscles tightened considerably, he lifted higher and took her clit into his mouth. Sucking so hard she could barely breath. The stool was rocking as she lifted her self a little and ground into his face. Hissing breaths came out of her now. She managed a few words. "God damn Jason... oh god pleeeeease! Oh oh god I’m going to cum!"

And cum she did, all over his face, he moved lower and suckled her pussy taking in some of her sweet cum into his mouth, then back to shoving his tongue in and out of her. Her haste was so great she was frantic, she pleaded for him to fuck her. She was still cumming. He was amazed but didn’t stop. He moved his one hand back and started fucking her with two fingers again, he could feel her inner walls contracting and releasing his fingers. She was wet! God he loved that. Her taste was driving him insane with want. But he wasn’t going to rush this. Oh no, Jason was patient.

Still finger fucking her with his hand, he stood up and released his cock from his jeans. Quickly moving his hand out of the way, he paused and slid one of his fingers into her mouth. Tasting her own cum sent Sasha into a heated frenzy. He hungrily suckled his finger. Jason carefully moved his cock up and down her slit. Taking his time. Slowly he pressed forward, enveloping his head into her tight pussy. Her muscles still were contracting around him.

God she felt full, she arches her hips and panted his name. Her body was coated in sweat; she glistened in the sunlight. Jason leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. Lightly flicking his tongue back and forth over it. Causing the nub to go even harder then before. He pushed deeper into her. Sasha was shaking, and gripping him with her legs. Moaning over and over "fuck me baby please!"

Jason's cocky grin returned to his face, but his balls tightened with pleasure. His head swelled even bigger. Lord she was a tight fuck. The pleasure of her walls gripping his cock, the heated wet juices sliding down his shaft made him want to just fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But he didn’t rush it. He wanted to take his time, watch her face.

He continued to push into her, until all 91/2 inches were in her tight pussy. He moaned and started to rock a little. "How do you like your pussy full of my cock baby?" He thrust once, pulling nearly out and slamming back in to pause again. "Tell me dammit!"

Her eyes opened and she looked at him. "Feels fucking wonderful baby... like a god send. Fill my pussy again" her panting grew harder and heavier. She wanted more. Jason stopped movement. Looking at the stool, he decided to move this somewhere else. Pulling out he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. Up the stairs and to her room. He told her to kneel on the floor if she wanted his cock in her again.

Kneeling on the floor Sasha watched as Jason gripped his cock in his hand and stepped towards her. "Now Sasha you are going to suck my cock, deep into your throat. Until I tell you to stop." Sasha was hot listening to this order. Nodding her head in agreement, she came forward on her knees, within a few inches of his massive cock.

Slowly Sasha stuck out her tongue and lapped the head. Moaning as she tasted herself on him. His hands wrapped into her hair, holding it off of her neck and slightly tugging it. Her lips opened up and she slowly sank over the head. His body shivered with pleasure, and Jason moaned Thrusting forward. 

Sasha's lips gripped the head tightly as she lovingly moved her tongue back and forth over the tip. Loving his taste, she groans. She reaches down with her hand and starts massaging her swollen clit. Sucking harder, she moves to take more of him into her mouth. Jason’s eyes close in ecstasy. He murmurs to her. “Take more Sasha. Take more baby"

She tries to take all of it into her mouth, Slowly sinking down on his cock. She manages to get 5 inches into her mouth before she cant take anymore. Groaning in frustration she tries harder to take it. Jason tugs on her hair harder. Pulling her mouth away from his cock. Looking down into her eyes, he smiles and asks her to stand up and bend over the bed.

Sasha eager to comply moves to the bed and bends over. Bent over the bed, Jason takes his hard cock in his hand and walks over to her. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he runs the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. Spreading her juices. He then gets a wild idea. He always wanted to try but never dared. Now he dared!

Taking his cock up higher he presses the head against her tight little asshole. Slowly he rocks back and forth, her moans of pleasure urging him on. His precum oozes out to coat her tight little hole for him. Jason grins as she looks over her shoulder with a puzzled look on her face.

Jason thrusts forward, slipping the head inside. God she is tight! Sasha's ass clenches tightly together as he invades. Her moans turn into a lusty cry. Shaking she presses backward towards him. Moaning her lip breaks out with sweat. Shaking she looks back at him and whispering she pleads "fuck my ass baby!"

His balls tighten as his head is in the tightest spot it’s ever been in. Groaning he moves, slowly moving in and out, lubricating her tight ass. Another inch of his cock slips inside her ass. Sasha is shaking now and gripping the bed spread in her hands. God he is killing her. The pleasure of it, mixed with a bit of pain. Her nipples puckered up, Sasha starts to rock her ass back and forth.

She’s never felt so full before in her whole life. And this was in her asshole, not her aching pussy. She reached between her thighs and started to rub slowly over her clit. This would help, she was sure of it. Jason’s face is tense and serious, He is trying to move slowly, give her time to adjust, but she is pleading with her to ram it into her. Had she done this before? He was curious and wanted to ask, but refrained. Another inch of his hard cock sank into her puckered hole.

“Oh yes! Harder baby. Harder! Fuck my ass!” She whimpered and demanded. It felt so fucking hot to her. She shook and clenched her ass tighter around his thrusting invader. The more she clenched her ass, the better it felt. She panted and huffed, trying to catch her breath.

Jason felt his balls swell, along with the head of his cock. This was so erotic and forbidden; He wanted nothing more than to ram into her like there was no tomorrow. He bit into his lower lip and rocked his hips back and forth. “Fuck Sasha! Your ass feels good baby. Oh God woman!” He lost control then and there. There was no going back. He gripped her hips into his large hands and rammed into her hard. Just once, then stopped to let her adjust once more.

Sasha didn’t want adjustment, she wanted fucked. She rubbed harder on her clit and thrust back into him. “Fuck me now!” He gave into her loud demands, and pulled back. Thrusting hard back in, He wasn’t going to hold out much longer. It was too fucking tight! He gave into the animal instinct to mate and slammed into her over and over again. Sasha groaned and moaned non-stop now; the sound of his skin slapping into her was a turn on. Her fingers danced over her clit, rubbing harder and faster as her ass shook. She was close, so very close to cumming now.

Jason grabbed her hips and shoved harder and deep, his cock expanding and growing more sensitive by the moment. He felt his balls tingle, and knew it would be soon. He pulled from her ass; he wanted inside her cunt for the final shot. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Grabbing her ankles he spread her legs a little. His cock slammed into her dripping cunt, her legs were set against his shoulders. “Now I am going to fuck you good Sasha.” His voice growled.

She purred and smiled seductively up at him, falling back as he rammed into her. She was close, and as he slid into her depths with such force, she lost it. “Oh Yes! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Hot juices shot from her pussy splashing on his cock and flowing down his balls. “Oh that’s fuckin’ hot baby!” He pounded into her a few more times. Harder and faster he went as her cunt milked his cock. He shouted out as he felt the first spurt of jism from his cock. Harder he pounded, his face contorting into a mask of pleasure and ecstasy. Watching his face as he exploded into her sent Sasha into another orgasm.

Hot sticky cum oozed from her abused pussy, rolling slowly down to her asshole and pooling on the bed. She was hot, but satisfied completely. He pumped a few more times, sweat rolling down his nose and temple. He felt as if someone had reached down his cock and yanked the sperm from his depths. He had never shot such a massive load before.

He collapsed on the bed beside her, and moaned. “God Sash, You’re trying to kill me aren't you?” He chuckled and pulled her to his side. She smiled half-heartedly; she was too tired to speak. She agreed silently, he was trying to kill her. As she lay there, she smiled; her clit was beating at the same rate her heart was. Her ass tingled nicely, and her walls were still tightly clamped down. This was one hell of a visit with the boy next door. She wondered to herself if it wouldn’t be the last? She turned to look at Jason, and found him sound asleep next to her. She smiled, pushing his hair back from his forehead, and snuggled closely. Round two would have to wait until later.

Boy Next Door



This is one of a series of stories that has been posted in erotic couplings. The reason why I'm posting it here will quickly become obvious.



It was an unusually warm October day. I decided to sunbathe in the backyard. Steve came out to work on the Limousine he owned, he was wearing shorts, oddly enough. He usually wore nothing. I was wearing my birthday suit. Mom was gone to the hospital. He exited the limo and grinned at me, "I like the view." He glanced at the fence, "Looks like someone else is admiring as well." 

My nose was so far up the book it took me a minute to notice Anthony, our next door neighbor. Anthony was the star basketball player at our high school. I watched as Steve exited the backyard and shook my head. "Like what you see?" I asked. He vaulted over the fence and casually strolled over to me. His own shorts reminded me of a tent pole. "Are you trying to impress me?" He was tall, slender, and black. I'd heard about black men, but I wasn't sure how they'd measure up to Steve. Then I realized that really wasn't fair. 

Anthony pulled off his shorts and sat down next to me. His hand went back to his cock. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked.

I reached over and tweaked the head of his manhood before I returned to my book, "No, go right ahead." Soon, the warm air lulled me to sleep, and I dreamt of Anthony, his fat cock up my cunt. The erotic dream woke me with a start to find Anthony asleep on his side facing away from me. I smiled a little as I snuggled up to his back, convincing myself that the day had grown a little cooler. He murmured something that sounded like "Amy" but didn't wake. I leaned back and admired his buttocks, smooth and firm. I ran my hand down them and smiled. I used my fingers to play with has anus. That woke him up.

I reached around and ran my hand up his cock. I was hot and horny, and he was groaning. His hips bucked against my hands. He then reached down and removed my hands from their assault. He rolled over onto his back and looked at me. His own hands reached down between my legs and smiled, "You're wet." His fingers slipped up inside me, his thumb outside and performed his own play on my womanhood. I smiled as he asked, "Have you had anybody who's big?" I nodded my head, he and Steve were about the same size. He grinned, "Good, I've intimidated many a white girl."

He got between my legs and looked up, "Good god, you've been having sex with that?" I looked up and laughed as Steve looked out at us from the sliding glass door. He was standing there in all his glory. I nodded my head, "Good." The head of his cock brushed the entrance to my flower. He picked up my legs and put my legs up his chest, my feet dangling over his shoulders as he thrust deep inside me. My hips went forward to meet his. Our eyes locked as I wiggled my hips, begging him to continue. He did as he thrust into me slowly. We both savored this as much as we could. I closed my eyes as he continued to take me. That's how I thought of it, he was making me his, just as Eli and Steve had done before. I gasped and moaned as he went deeper and deeper, or so it seemed. He had separated my legs further by taking my knees in his hands. I felt myself falling off the edge as he continued his assault on my pussy. I reached my hands up above my head and reveled in the sunshine and the man fucking me. Soon, he stopped and pulled out. My eyes flew open as I whimpered, soon I realized that he was lying down on his back and inviting me to get on for a ride.

I came up on my knees and dragged myself over to him. I rose up far enough to position him at my entrance and then sank down. When he was completely inside I leaned down to kiss him. He lifted his head up enough to meet my lips. His tongue forced its way into my mouth just before his hips moved under me. I sat up far enough to start humping him. I could feel him slipping in and out of me as our movements became more and more frantic. I couldn't stop as he met my every thrust. Finally, he came deep inside me and I followed. I collapsed atop him, and waited for my heartbeat to slow down.

"Get on your hands and knees," he whispered. I couldn't believe it, he was still hard. I pulled myself off him and onto my hands and knees. I felt him behind me as he grasped my hips and thrust his way into me once more. I just gave up and groveled right there. My head on the ground he hit that sweet spot deep inside me. I just let him finish having his way with me. Finish he did, it didn't take very long before he exploded deep inside me once more. I fell forward onto my stomach as he caressed my ass. He rolled me over and looked at me, "Okay, at school, you're my bitch, nobody else's. I understand you have other lovers outside of school, and I'm okay with that. Who are they, Steve and..."

"Eli," I said. "I babysit for him."

"Eli, they won't say anything against me, I'm more your age. You're not a slut or a whore, you're mine and only mine, at school." I nodded my agreement. "Are you on birth control?" I nodded. "Good, tomorrow, at school, we'll make sure everyone knows you're mine." He put his shorts back on and vaulted back over the fence. I sighed, fully satisfied.

The next day Anthony escorted me to my first class, and made a show of giving me his class ring. He kissed me and left. My girlfriends laughed and whispered in my ears. Mixed couples weren't unusual, but they had thought I was with someone else. Anthony walked me home, not hard since he lived next door. He shocked his own Mom by kissing me on the sidewalk and leaving me to enter my house while he went in his. That Saturday, she spied me back in the backyard with nothing on. "Are you two having sex?" she asked bluntly.

I looked at her, "Yes, I am on birth control, though."

She looked at me, "Good, you're at least responsible." She turned around and walked back in as Anthony came out and looked back at her.

"She knows," I told him. Steve sat down next to me. Anthony soon joined us. None of us wore anything. Anthony's mother came back and stared at Steve. Steve looked over and winked at us as he walked over and climbed over the fence. They stood there talking to each other, and Steve charmingly, led her away. "Your Dad's not going to mind, is he?" I asked, casually.

"Mind what?" he asked, absently. I waited, and within minutes, his mother's sighs and moans could be heard over the fence. He chuckled, "Dad's gone. He left when I was three. Mom bought this house all by herself. Raised me and my sister by herself, Jessie attends UCLA, film school. Wants to be a director."

Anthony reached for me and soon we were kissing. He pushed me onto my side facing away from him. He hefted my top leg up and I felt his cock at my entrance and I pushed down. He chuckled at my eagerness as he pushed his way up. He filled me up an inch at a time, and stopped to nibble my earlobe. I groaned before he laughed and continued upward. I finally felt him bottom out and sighed. Our hips started moving together and I moaned. It felt so good. He was longer than Steve and got so deep that he hit things that I didn't know I could find pleasure there. "OH MY GOD! You're having sex!"

I looked up to find my best friend, Carrie, standing in front of me. We didn't stop, she walked in on us. He pulled out and rolled me over onto my back and thrust back into me. Carrie's eyes bugged out as I moaned as he continued to stroke my secret places. Finally, I felt him give the short, sharp thrusts that meant he was almost there. I felt him explode inside me and collapsed. I heard another moan and looked over, Carrie had stripped to her bare skin and was masturbating. Anthony looked up at me and I grinned, "Be careful, I think she's a virgin," I whispered.

He crawled over to her and kissed her. She kissed back, I wasn't sure if she was just into what was happening or what, but she definitely didn't resist. I watched as he kissed his way down her body, stopping at her breasts. His hands went to her pussy, he glanced at me and mouthed, "She's wet." He seemed to just put his cock at her entrance just as a tease. Her eyes flew open and looked at him, looked at me, and didn't tell him to stop. He slowly pushed his way into her as I watched. She gripped the ground, trying to relax. He stopped, and looked down at her, "Do you want me to stop? I will if you want. This will hurt."

Carrie's hands went to touch his chest, then whispered, "Don't stop." He nodded and he flexed his hips, taking her maidenhead in one stroke. She let out a small scream as that stroke also took him all the way to the hilt. He stopped, allowing her to get adjust to him. "I...I'm not on birth control." 

Anthony pulled out as I ran into the house, Steve kept condoms. I knew what to do. When I got back, her legs rested on his shoulders as his cock rested atop her pussy. I opened the wrapper and rolled it on Anthony's manhood. Carrie watched this with interest before he returned his cock to her dripping pussy. I held her hand as her grunts of pain continued, she gripped it tightly, but soon I heard her grunts turn to moans and gasps. Soon, her body started to shake with her first sexual orgasm. Anthony didn't stop, I watched as his big black cock moved in and out of her pale body. Soon, he stopped and groaned and closed his eyes as he poured himself into the condom. He pulled himself out and removed the condom. I found some tissue to wrap it up in.

"My Mom's going to kill me!" Carrie mumbled, sitting up.

"Why, didn't you enjoy that?" I asked.

"No, I promised to stay a virgin until I got married!"

"Carrie, you're eighteen years old. You can get birth control without her permission. Don't sweat it!" Carrie nodded her head, tears streamed down her face. She wandered back into our house. I stood up and followed her. I had a date with Eli later, and I didn't want her first experience to be remembered as a horrible one. We sat on my bed and looked at each other. "It's okay, you won't get pregnant, and you can wait if you want til you get married to do it again."

Carrie shook her head and grinned, "Actually, all I can think of is riding that big cock of Anthony's."

"That's pretty nice too," I said with a grin. We both laughed before I headed off to the shower. After I came out to get dressed, Carrie was doing just that. Riding Anthony's big black cock for all that it was worth.



Boy Next Door



Naked, Elaine Henderson looked at herself in the full length mirror. It was obvious that she was excited. Her boobs were slightly tender to her touch; the dark nipples that capped them were full, erect. A slight redness colored the tops of her tits. Below the gentle swell of her belly, the small dark tuft of pubic hair at the top of her cunt accented her swollen pussy lips. Her clitoris barely peeked out of the top of the folds.

She took down the red baby doll pajamas that hung over the hook on the bathroom door. Red wasn't her favorite color. Allen thought it was sexy, though, and tonight she desperately needed him to think she was sexy. She wanted a fuck, a hard fuck. She slipped the PJ's over her head and snugged them down her slender body. Elaine carefully fit her boobs inside the lace bodice. She picked up the matching red bikini panties. She stepped into them, pulled them up her long legs, and settled them over her hips. She loved the way the crotch of her panties cupped her swollen pussy.

Tonight was going to be so good.

Elaine looked at herself in the mirror again. One strap of the baby doll needed adjusting. She turned away from the mirror, craned her neck around so she could see herself, and adjusted her bikinis also. She had to admit that her ass was fantastic.

Facing the mirror again, she fluffed out her hair lightly. Her hairdresser had done wonders with her hair for the party. She had darkened it slightly so that the dark red was almost black, effectively removing the few strands of gray accumulated over the years, swept the ends in over her shoulders, and gently feathered her bangs. Nothing dramatic, not too young nor old, the new style accented her oval face.

Before leaving the bathroom, Elaine applied some fresh gloss to her lips. She dabbed some White Diamonds, her husband's favorite perfume, behind each ear. With a wicked grin of expectation, Elaine pulled down the straps of her baby doll pajamas and touched some perfume under the slope of each boob.

Tonight was going to be so fucking good.

Elaine wasn't usually this horny. Her excited state was all because of the party. The Gregorys, who lived next door to Elaine and Allen, were leaving for Miami first thing in the morning. From there, they were sailing for the Mediterranean. It was going to be a four-week second honeymoon while they toured the isles of Greece before flying back to Houston. The entire street had given them a going away party. Catered food, an open bar, and a DJ were all provided. There was great food, good drinks, and lots of dancing.

Allen had let Elaine splurge on a new party dress. She had found a quietly dramatic dress, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. It was a spaghetti strap dress, floor length, with a slit almost up to her right thigh, in black and gold. Elaine had to admit she was one of the best looking women at the party. Proof of that fact was that every guy there asked her to dance. She hadn't danced that much since she couldn't remember when. Nor had she ever felt so many erections rubbing her belly. Even Samantha Gregory' s dad, a widower pushing 80, had gotten a woody on their first dance. He enjoyed it so much that they danced two more songs later in the evening and he'd held her so tightly Elaine was afraid he was going to crack one of her vertebrae. Charlie Summerhill was a retired chiropractor and was certainly capable of doing so.

She was a tease, no two ways about it and Elaine couldn't resist during that last dance with Sam's father. She'd made a point of rubbing against him, dragging the tips of her boobs across his chest and since the cut of the gown made wearing a bra impossible, her sensitive nipples quickly made an appearance. After that last dance, they had found a dark corner of the large yard. With drinks in hand, she flirted some more. Elaine asked Charlie if he ever thought about coming out of retirement, if he didn't miss adjusting the spines of some attractive female patients. She made sure as they talked that she'd leaned forward in interest so that he could see her boobs down the front of the dress. 

With her other dance partners, Elaine managed to resist such behavior. Even when she felt their manliness grow tumescent during their dances, she resisted. She was, after all, a happily married woman. As such. she resisted going too far with her other dance partners.

Well, nearly so. The exception was the young Jason Gregory. She'd danced with him once in the middle of the evening when he had torn himself away from a few of his friends who'd been invited. The idea behind their presence was to provide him with some diversion from the "old folks" who made up the majority of the guests. Of course, they also added some youthful gaiety to the occasion.

During her dance with her friend's son, Elaine had felt the expected response. The boy she had watched grow up with her own children was certainly a man! The size of his package amazed her. She had never known such a cock to exist outside of fuck films. Yet here, living right next door to her and currently moving easily in her arms to the music was an eighteen year old with a cock that would have measured up to anything from the world of porn. 

When the dance ended, Jason wouldn't look Elaine in the eye. He moved awkwardly away. Elaine had to smile at his discomfort. There was something to be said in favor of blushing youth. Especially when they were hung like the proverbial horse.

Even when Carl Benson claimed her for the next dance, she thought about Jason's cock. Did Samantha know about her son? The idea that maybe she did sent a shudder through Elaine that poor Carl thought he was the cause of and he clasped her even more tightly against his boner. 

If not for the memory of Jason, Elaine might have enjoyed it.

She moved without any conscious effort in Carl's arms, rubbing against him, feeling his cock grow without paying it any mind. Her thoughts remained on her friend's son. Elaine, like any woman, had her secret, and some not so secret, sexual fantasies. They didn't include 18 year old neighbors, no matter how well hung, however. Maybe she needed to broaden her fantasy horizon, Elaine contemplated as she excited her dance partner even further. Her pussy got wet as she thought about that huge tool splitting her insides.

Carl, meanwhile, thought that her growing excitement was because of him. He felt her mold herself more tightly his body. He saw the hardness of her nipples. He felt the heat radiating from her loins. Carl had been wanting some of this for a couple of years now and he wondered if tonight was going to be his chance. Earlier, he had watched Allen slip away with Carolyn Hawthorn. Carolyn was notorious for deep throating like a pro. Carl hardly thought his friend would be jealous if he knocked off a piece of his wife. He'd never heard of Elaine fucking around, but there had to be a first time for everything.

Elaine wondered if Samantha knew about Jason's cock. Samantha had once shared a fantasy she had about her brother. Did her incestuous dreams include her son? Elaine had certainly never been interested in her brothers or either of her sons. As the old saying went, she didn't want to foul her own nest. Fantasies about exhibitionism and submissive anonymous fucking, OK. Facing the psychic scars and possible arrest from fucking one of her kids, nope.

By the time the dance ended, Carl was kissing her ear and whispering that maybe they needed to slip away. Abruptly, Elaine returned to reality. She felt the prod of her dance partner's hard on. She became aware of Carl's hotly whispered suggestions. Her mind recoiled. So did her body. Despite his tumescence, she simply didn't find him personally attractive. Not that he wouldn't be a catch for some women. He was a high school soccer coach and had a nice physique. His shaved head and tiny mustache - what she'd heard describe as a "clit tickler" - didn't turn her on, though.

"I - I'm sorry, Carl," Elaine stammered, trying to hide her distaste. "I, I need to find Allen."

He watched her hurry away. That was rich. Elaine was looking for her husband, who was no doubt in some private location with his cock stuffed in a hot mouth. Oh well, thought Carl, there are other cunts available. He went in search of some.

Once Elaine was out of sight of her recent dance partner, she gave a sigh of relief. She stopped by the bar and got a screwdriver. She declined an invitation to join Miranda Simms and Heather Tyler in a gossip fest. She kept circulating. She waved a finger at Charlie Summerhill. She thought about doing some more teasing. She saw her husband, however, and went over to talk to him. Allen was in deep conversation with Carolyn Hawthorne. That was one woman she didn't cotton to. A definite slut. Sexy in a blatant way. Showing off a little too much.

Elaine nodded at Carolyn and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. She looped her arm through his. Branding him as already taken.

"You'll excuse us," Elaine told Carolyn. "I think this handsome man owes this desperate woman a dance or two."

Allen let himself be led away. He didn't mind. He set her his wife's glass on a convenient patio table and took her in his arms for a swirl around the yard. Elaine rested her cheek on Allen's chest. She always enjoyed being in his arms. They moved so easily together.

"I think you're enjoying the party," he whispered.

"What gave me away?" Elaine asked as she moved her shoulders to give him a view of her tits. If a girl can't flash her husband, who can she flash?

"Anyone in particular?"

"Samantha's dad." Elaine wasn't about to tell Allen about Jason.

He chuckled . "I think you'd better cut Charlie some slack. His heart couldn't hold up. Not to you."

"D'ya think? He might be fun, though."

"He'd certainly go happy. Wasn't that how Nelson Rockefeller died?"

"Not in my bed, babe." 

Elaine knew he loved her to tease. She went on, "He must have been in the Viagra. Would you mind if he carried me into the shrubbery?"

"As long as you tell me about it later. You know how I love the thought of it." Not that he was going to share his twenty minutes with Carolyn. Elaine didn't need to know everything about the party. Nor was he going to tell his wife that he was supposed to meet Shondra Liggett shortly. He was looking forward to getting some of that phat black ass.

"H-m-m, what's this I feel?" asked Elaine.

"Oh, that little thing? It's just saying hello to my sexy dance partner."

"Not so little." Elaine took her hand from his shoulder and rubbed his erection. Bigger than Charlie and Carl, not as big as Jason. A comfortable cock. One that always excited her and rarely failed her. A perfect cock for her. "Maybe we could slip away. Momma's hungry."

Allen kissed his wife's ear and listened to her racing pulse in her neck. He caressed her tit, felt the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. He could almost hear her pussy purring.

"Bad timing, baby," Allen told her. "Andy Winthrop promised to take me for a spin in his new wheels. In about ten minutes."

OK, that was only a white lie. Andy did have a new Mercedes and he, Allen, and Shondra were going to take a brief drive down to Bellerieve Park, just a few minutes away and a popular spot for the amorous.

"Don't we have time for a quickie?"

"I'm afraid not. Besides, I don't want a quickie. Not as hot as you are; we're going to spend a couple of hours fucking." He gave her a deep kiss as a promissory note. He stepped away.

Elaine, disappointed, let him go. "You're leaving me high and dry, stranded on the bleak shore of sexual deprivation."

"I'll bet you're not dry at all."

She took a quick look around. None of the other partiers were paying them any attention. Elaine grabbed a hand, lifted her dress, and guided her husband up her thigh. She let him feel her heat, her wetness.

"Um, you better keep that for me."

Elaine was ready to promise anything when a voice interrupted her.

"Is this a private moment or can anybody play?"

Husband and wife turned to look at the man who spoke: Andy Winthrop. He was tall, rail thin, dressed more formally than most of the other men. Andy was a land developer and city councilman. He was always politicking it seemed. He was paying alimony to three women and child support for seven kids. Despite the financial drain, he often commented that he had money for a couple more ex-wives and several extra children.

Elaine took her husband's hand, the one that had been splitting her cunt lips, and licked the fingers. It was a brazen display of sexuality that all three of them recognized. 

"Sorry, this is husband and wife stuff."

"I could," said Andy, "come back later."

Allen laughed. "It'll keep. Are you ready to ride?"

The declaration struck a raw nerve with Elaine. Before she could say anything, however, Allen had kissed her and was walking away with the developer. Hellfire and damnation!

She went to find another drink. She also grabbed a paper plate of hors d'oeuvre. She thought again about Samantha's dad. Maybe Elaine should find Charlie and tighten the screws gently on him. She certainly wasn't having much success with the man in her life. Charlie and Carl and Jason, yes, but not Allen.

Towards the back of the property was a small gazebo and arbor. Elaine wandered in their direction. As she was almost at the shallow steps of the gazebo, she saw in the darkness two people sitting in the gazebo. Elaine didn't want to disturb two lovers. She started to turn away. A voice stopped her.

"Hey, Mrs. Henderson. Come on up." It was Jason. He sounded happy to see her.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude."

"Bull. You're not intruding. Hey, you know Taylor Constanza, don't you?"

"Hello, Mrs. Henderson." Taylor a dark haired girl with a compact figure. She made it clear she thought Elaine was an intruder.

"Hello, Taylor." 

"I'm disappointed Derrick didn't come to the party." She, Jason, and Elaine's oldest boy had all graduated together and were enjoying the summer between their freshmen and sophomore college years. Taylor expressed a reluctant sexuality that her son found attractive. Derrick was a shy young man who needed an extroverted partner, however, and no doubt Taylor wasn't it.

"He had a chance to go up to Inks Lake to do some fishing with his cousins." She added to Jason, "I was looking for your grandfather."

"I think he's gone inside." His tone said that Grandpa Charlie no doubt needed a nap; he was awfully old.

"Well, I'd better get back to the party."

"Why don't you hang out with us awhile?" asked Jason. "You don't mind, do you, Taylor?"

"Sorry," she said. "I need to find the folks and see what their plans are for the rest of the evening. I'll see you around, Jason. 'By. Mrs. Henderson. When Derrick gets back, have him give me a call, will you?"

"Of course." Elaine watched her leave and she went up to sit on the rattan couch, but not too closely to Jason. "I wish she'd stayed."

"Hell, three's a crowd," Jason told her. He slipped over to her side.

He wants to flirt. OK, decided Elaine. "Does her leaving make us a couple, then?"

"Yeah. The question is, a couple of whats?"

* *

The deejay's music could still be faintly heard over the intervening distance. She stood and extended her hands to the young man. 

"A couple of dancers?"

"You don't have to ask twice."

She fit herself against him and they moved easily to the rhythm. Almost immediately, Jason's excitement made itself evident. Once more, Elaine was impressed. Her earlier mental picture had been correct. Here was a cock that would make almost any heterosexual woman dream, if not actually drool.

Elaine sighed with contentment. She rubbed her cheek against Jason's broad chest. In a whisper, she complimented on his dancing.

"It's easy to dance with a woman like you," he told her in a voice as soft as hers.

"You've got it backwards. A woman always follows the man."

"That sounds like a fine idea, " Jason told her.

She slipped her fingers between the buttons on his shirt. She rubbed his chest. Then she slipped a couple of the buttons free so she could kiss his chest. Elaine fully opened his and pulled it free of his pants. She saw that his left nipple was encircled by a tattoo. It was a design of interwoven branches surrounding a seven pointed star. Her tongue traced the design.

"I didn't know you had this."

"It's a tribal sign."

"I didn't know the Gregorys were a tribe. Or is it from your mom's side?"

Jason didn't realize she was teasing and didn't know what to say. He decided any answer was unimportant when she returned her lips to his chest. She kissed and nibbled her way back and forth from one nipple to the other. All the while. She played a fingernail around his navel.

Elaine lifted her head to smile at him. He kissed her.

She let the kiss go on for many seconds. She wanted to see how long he would persevere, if he would break the kiss before she reacted. Finally, when he didn't give up, she responded. Slowly at first, returning the kiss before opening her lips ever so slightly. Touching her tongue to his lips. Feeling him answer with his own tongue, but refusing to accept it. At last relenting and sucking on it. Pressing her own tongue against his, tasting him as he pressed his cock tightly to her. Feeling her heart race. Welcoming his hand on her tit. Filling his hand with her soft and pliant flesh that had at it's very center a hard cap that radiated its own sort of heat. Recognizing his desire. His need. Acknowledging her own emotions as he slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder and bared one beautiful boob.

Jason wanted to find a bed, any bed as his lips released Elaine's and sought out her nipple. It had been a long time since he'd been this excited. 

His thoughts were running to the soft grass and relative seclusion behind the gazebo. He let go of Elaine's nipple.

"I've got to fuck you."

"Oh, Jason, I want you, too. It would be wrong, though." Elaine pulled away from the young man. She appreciated his forthrightness. It told her she exactly how was successful her seduction was.

"Wrong!"

It was time for the teasing to end, to let him down gently. "I'm old enough to your mother... You're one of my son's best friends. Besides, I have a husband."

"Fuck that!" Jason exploded. "You want me as bad as I want you."

"That may be," conceded the woman. "It would still be wrong. Tomorrow we'd both regret what we did."

"I wouldn't," protested Jason.

"I'm sorry."

"You god damned fucking prick tease!"

Elaine touched her hand to his cheek. As much as she could, she put regret into her voice. "Oh, Jason, I'm so sorry. I should have never let things get this far. It's all my fault. I wasn't thinking and let my emotions get away from me."

She paused "Believe me. If I were going to cheat on Mr. Henderson, it would be with you. Oh, yes, you'd be the man I'd choose."

That pronouncement mollified Jason somewhat. He could see her point. He couldn't just drag her in the bushes, could he? The young man slipped his finger under the strap of Elaine's dress. He put the strap back in place and watched as she fitted her boob back iproperly within the dress.

She was proud of defusing what could have been a bad situation. It was important, though, that she go an extra step. He had to be, if not happy with her refusal, accepting of it.

"This is so naughty of me," Elaine told the young man. She turned away from Jason, hiked up the hem of her dress. She slipped down the bikini panties she had so carefully chosen while dressing for the party. She paused so Jason could see her naked ass. She turned back to him with her dress still raised, displaying her pussy. "I want you to have these."

Jason took the scrap of lace, felt the dampness.




Boy Next Door



"See?" Elaine asked as she watched him sniff her panties. "See how excited you made me? See how hard it is for me to say no?"

"This is fucking amazing."

"Are we still friends?"

"Sure."

Elaine kissed him, touching her tongue to her lips before quickly withdrawing.

"If Derrick's dad ever dumps you, you know where I am."

"Of course...You're the boy next door."

* *

*

Now, giving her reflection one last appraisal, she was ready to rape Allen. Elaine hoped her husband was ready for an all night session.

She turned out the bathroom light and stood there letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Elaine stepped out of the bathroom. The bedroom was lit by several candles that flickered under the slowly rotating blades of the ceiling fan. A half dozen candles glowed on the dressing table beside the bathroom door and horny woman knew she presented a hell of a sexy sight to her husband. He reclined in bed, on his back on top of the covers. Allen was dressed in short pajama bottoms.

Elaine paused to admire him. He kept himself in shape with golf and occasional matches on the handball court. She loved him deeply, lusted after him as deeply. She giggled under her breath. It was mean, sadistic even, what she had done to Charlie Summerhill and Jason Gregory; Allen Henderson was about to reap the rewards of her teasing.

Slowly, she crossed over to foot of the bed. Elaine climbed up and kissed one of her husband's feet. She sucked a toe. The foot stitched, pulling the toe away from her. Grinning, Elaine said, "You can't get away from me that easily."

She slipped farther up the bed, kissing Allen as she went. Shin, knee, upper leg. She kissed his thigh. Heard her husband grunt. Put her hand inside the leg of his pajamas Caressed the warm flesh. Tickled lightly. Moved up to the snake that nestled in its thick bed of pubic hair. Felt the smoothness of the head.

Elaine worked her mouth across Allen's hard abs. Her tongue teased his navel. Her hand stayed active on his cock as she kissed one of his nipples.

"Whazzat?"

"It's your horny wife."

Allen lifted his head just in time to meet Elaine's lips. She worked her mouth heatedly at his. Her hand continued manipulating his cock. Unfortunately, it didn't respond. Maybe, she thought, I'm too insistent. She changed her stroking to gentler finger pressure.

"Uh, listen, babe," Allen said as he pulled away from her mouth. "I'm beat. Too much booze, maybe. Can't we hold off till later."

Thinking her husband was joking, Elaine laughed. "Not hardly! My motor's really running. And it's been like this for a couple of hours now. You're lucky I didn't grab you in the bushes as soon as you and Andy got back. Bushes, hell! I was ready to fuck you right there in front of everybody."

He reached down, extracting Elaine's hand from his crotch.

"I mean it. I'm really out of it. I couldn't get it up if my life depended on it." He paused. "Sorry to disappoint you."

"Can't get it up? We'll see about that."

The horny woman slithered down her husband's torso. She got his cock out of the fly of his pajamas, bent her head down. His cock sadly flopped in her hand. She took the crown in her mouth and gently sucked.

Allen dropped his head on the pillow. He wanted to sleep. Between Carolyn and Shondra, his cock had been truly whipped, his balls totally drained. He felt as if he'd never get it up again.

Elaine used her oral talents on Allen's cock. And her talents were considerable. She had honed her techniques over the years until she was a fantastic cocksucker. Honed those techniques not just on her husband, but some mutually agreeable outsiders. After all, sucking, unlike fucking, wasn't cheating. 

Allen had reaped the benefits of her practice. She had never failed to get him hard and ready for a good round of fucking. Until tonight. After fifteen minutes, his exhausted cock had steadfastly resisted her ministrations.

"I'm sorry, babe..."

The words stung. Elaine took them as signs of rejection.

"Listen, I'll make it up to you. I promise." Allen gently lifted her head from his loins, pulled her up to kiss her cheek. Then he rolled over and left her alone and frustrated.

Elaine got out of bed. She felt as if she were in shock. Allen had never been this way. She went around the room, extinguishing each candle. In the pale light from the windows, Elaine went to the bathroom where she slipped into a long terry cloth robe she had gotten on a cruise ship out of Galveston Island. She pulled on some fuzzy slippers. Before leaving the bedroom, she took a pillow.

As she went downstairs, she felt keenly that Allen's failure to become erect was her failure. By the time she got to the living room and the sofa, however, her mood had changed. Sure, she wanted her husband's cock, long, thick, hard, slicing inside her wet and willing cunt. If he Allen couldn't please her that way, there was no reason he couldn't try other methods. He had a tongue didn't he? Wasn't there a nice vibrator with fresh batteries waiting in the drawer of the table next to her side of the bed? Didn't she have a small box of other toys tucked away on a shelf in the closet they shared? And didn't he know about them? What the fuck was her husband, her loving, her passionate, her compassionate husband doing rolling over and going to sleep in her time of need? What the fuck was he doing?

Elaine had barely settled down on the sofa before she was off it and pacing angrily up and down the length and breadth of the living room. Damn him! She had half a mind to storm upstairs and force him to eat her out. Eat her out till she came hard. Maybe even twice! She deserved it. She'd resisted several men at the party just to save herself for Allen. And this was the thanks she got? Well, fuck that!

She headed back to their bedroom. When she'd left, she had softly closed the door behind her. In her anger, Elaine slammed it open. She slapped her hand against the light switch and suddenly the room was ablaze with brilliance.

Allen, spread-eagle in the middle of the king-sized bed, never stirred, neither for the noise or the light. He simply lay there, snoring loudly. A light haze of alcohol hung in the air despite the efforts of the fan blades

Elaine realized that he wasn't going to be able to help her. She got an extra sheet from the linen closet and draped it over his supine form. She turned off the light. Closed the door quietly. Crept downstairs on silent feet.

The couch didn't appeal to her. Instead, she went outside. The moon crept up from the glow of street lamps. There was no breeze to ripple the surface of the water in the swimming pool. The surface looked leaden. Elaine considered turning on the pool lights and going for a dip before rejecting the idea. She pulled a lounger to one side and stretched out. In the warm mugginess of the night, she unbuttoned her robe and spread it open like great wings. As she sat motionless, the night insects adjusted to her presence. They began their night songs.

They stopped abruptly as a sudden voice began to sing from next door. It was Jason and Elaine remembered that he was a good baritone. He had sung in the high school chorale and at church. He sang too softly for her to pick up anything more than the melody until his voice strengthened.

"Like painted kites, those days and nights,

They went flying by -

The world was new, beneath the blue

Umbrella sky.

Then softer than a piper man,

One day it called to you;

I lost you to

The summer wind." 

He had the timing down pat, but the enunciation lacked some clarity. The verse ended in a giggle. Jason started the next stanza but lost the words somewhere along the way. Again came the giggle. Elaine wondered if he had been in his father's liquor cabinet. At nineteen, he was under the legal age, of course, though that didn't stop him. Derrick was the same way and Elaine and his dad made sure that he didn't drink to excess or try to leave once he'd had a couple of drinks.

The giggling stopped. Elaine thought she heard him mumble something. He switched from Old Blue Eyes to Nat Cole.

"Darling, je vous aime beaucoup.

Je ne sais pas what to do.

Darling je vous aime beaucoup,

I love you, yes, I do."

His French accent was terrible, exacerbated by his Texas drawl. Elaine remembered her own difficulties with the language in high school and later in college. She had never been able to pick up the cadence of spoken French despite her best efforts.

Jason hummed a few bars of the song and picked up the lyrics again. His voice wavered. Then there came a crash, loud cursing, and another clatter as if he was stumbling over lawn furniture. A yelp of pain.

In a flash, Elaine was out of the lounger and headed for the gate that allowed access to her neighbor's yard. She flung it open and dashed into Samantha's backyard. Her robe billowed behind her like a white cape. She immediately saw that, indeed, Jason had somehow become entangled among the rented lawn chairs that had been carefully stacked after the last guests had left. The young man was crawling among the chairs. His hand fell against the leg of one chair and it pivoted upwards so that one arm smacked his forehead. He rolled away from the one and nearly impaled himself on the leg of another.

"Just wait!" Elaine shouted. "You'll hurt yourself."

She pushed aside several pieces of furniture till she reached Jason's side. She kicked away the chair that he was about to fall on and grabbed him under an arm.

"Steady, now."

Jason let himself be helped to his feet. He was cussing fluently. The swearing stopped when he recognized his rescuer.

"Oh, hey, thanks. Sorry for the racket. I was just minding my own fucking business when all these god damned chairs swooped down on me like a bunch of marauding Indians. Excuse me, like a bunch of marauding Native Americans. Indigenous peoples. Shit, that hurts." He bent over to rub a bleeding shin.

"You doofus," Elaine chided in a motherly tone."You out to stay in your playpen. Does your mommy know you're outside?"

"Heh, heh..."

"Sit down a minute and let me look at this leg."

Jason let her steer him to an upright chair. Then she went to the house and found the switch that turned on some of the backyard lights. She returned to the young man.

"It's just a scrape."

"Let me look!"

She decided he was right. The wound was a long but shallow one, as he'd said, little more than a scrape. Elaine went to one of the tables that hadn't been folded away and got a handful of paper napkins. She moistened them from a water spigot and dabbed away the blood before it dried.

"We ought to put some disinfectant on it. What the hell were you doing, anyway?"

"I told mom before she - before she and dad left that I'd finish up out here. Then I had a rum and Coke and it tasted good and I had, uh had another and kinda forgot. Then I remembered and when I came out here, the, the fucking chairs attacked me."

"I heard you singing before all the ruckus." Then she paused as what Jason had told her sunk in. "Your parents left? Their flight doesn't leave until 10:00 in the morning."

"Yeah, that's right. But after the party went so good, they decided to catch a cab to the airport hotel. That way they don't have to rush in the morning. They got a room. Dad's probably pounded mom pretty hard already. Maybe he's at her again. You oughta hear 'em. As bad as horny kids."

"Jason!"

"Well, it's true. Sometimes mom makes so much noise, I can't believe you don't hear her." He grinned, his mouth lopsided with the effects of the rum. "I hope they got empty hotel rooms around 'em or ain't nobody gonna get any sleep. Yeah, mom sure is noisy."

"Well, I think it's TMI," Elaine protested. She already knew sufficient things about Samantha's sex life and too much information wasn't warranted. She looked at the chairs strewn around the lawn. "if you're feeling up to it, I can give you a hand putting things the chairs back up. Talk about a bull in a china shop!"

Jason looked around. Besides the chairs he'd had his issues with, a dozen or so were stacked neatly, one atop the other in two groups. Most of the tables had been folded away and were propped against the wall of the house. Besides the chairs, there were three tables yet to be put away and sundry items like plastic glasses and utensils to be put in the trash. "I can get them put up. It won't take long."

He stood up. He felt his feet wobble unsteadily beneath him. "OK, maybe it was more than two rum and Cokes, and maybe they were more rum than Coke."

"Tosspot."

"What's that?"

"It's a nice term for drunk. People don't use it much any more. British, I think."

"Well, at least you used a nice term." Jason shook his head slowly, trying to clear away the cobwebs.

"I'll help you finish up. I don't think you're up to it."

"I can do it," protested the young men.

"I'll help anyway." As she said that, Elaine became aware that he was looking at her and finally noticing her attire. In her haste to find out what had happened when the he fell over the chairs and made so much noise, she hadn't fastened her robe. Her baby doll pajamas, intended to excite her husband, were plainly displayed for Jason. To cover herself now would only draw attention to her present near nakedness. So she moved away from him and said, "You fold those tables; I'll start on these."

She took time to cover her near nakedness once he was moving and not looking at her. The sash holding closed her robe, Elaine began stacking the rented lawn chairs one atop the other in pairs.

Jason thought about what he had seen of the nearly naked woman. What had happened between them at the party. The panties she had given him, which he carried in the pocket of his cut offs. He sensed that her exposure just now had been accidental. Not that the accidental nature meant it was any less stirring. He felt his cock stiffening. And he wondered what he was going to do about it.

As he up-ended one of the tables and folded the legs away, he knew he was going to have to do something. What he did was find a nearly empty bottle of gin on the last table. Not his favorite. He took a long pull at the water-clear liquor. Took a second. That finished off the bottle. He was only about three yards from a nearly full trash can and he flipped the empty bottle that way. And missed.

The noise of the bottle hitting the patio flagstones drew Elaine's attention. She watched as Jason staggered briefly in his steps before regaining his equilibrium. She shook her head. Then despite herself and thinking back to boys she remembered from her own college days, she smiled. That boy! She made her mind up that after they were done out here, she was going to get him inside and put him to bed.

The pairs of chairs had been stacked into quartets and that was as far as Elaine could go. While the young man drained water from the empty ice chests that had held drinks, she grabbed a plastic garbage bag and made a five minute tour 'round the patio. All the trash bagged up, she tied off the top of the bag and set it near the gate where everything could be carted out to the curb on Monday morning.

"I think that's it," she announced to Jason. "That was a job."

"Yep," responded Jason. He reached into the last ice chest checked the few bottles that remained in the melting ice. "We got some wine coolers here. Uh, blueberry, strawberry, and some kinda lime that looks like watered down piss. What d'ya want?"

"You've had enough and I'm tired. No wine coolers for either of us."

"Aw, c'mon," he protested. "A little wine cooler never hurt anybody." 

He came out of the ice chest with a bottle of red and blue. "Your choice."

Driven to politeness, Elaine relented. "I'll take the strawberry."

"Good choice." He twisted off the cap of her cooler and handed it to her. He opened his own bottle and flipped the caps away into the darkness. Then Jason led her to a lounger and she sat. He went to the light switch and shut off the lights except for the two security lights one the wings of the house. These pointed away from the center of the yard, creating a fan of shadow that was centered on the patio.

Jason returned, pulling a second lounger a few feet away from where Elaine sat. A light breeze had sprung up and dispelled some of the night's mugginess. Elaine wondered what time it was getting to be. Slowly the night sounds crept up out of the darkness. 

"If your parents left," Elaine said, breaking her silence, "I'm surprised you didn't talk Taylor into staying."

"Aw, we're not like that. Besides, Grandpa Charlie's staying a few nights. It's probably just as well. He took on quite a load and wasn't in any shape to drive home."

Elaine felt a clitoral tingle at the thought of the older man not far away. He was still a handsome, even distinguished looking, man and she easily remembered the hardness of his excitement as they had danced. She wondered if it would be possible for him to catch a glimpse of her somehow, in the nude. Maybe she could do some sunbathing before Derrick got back from his fishing trip and Charlie Summerhill could find a little excitement in his otherwise boring existence. It was certainly something to think about.

She could hardly do anything at the moment, however; she returned to a previous topic of conversation. "She's a nice looking young woman. Don't tell me you haven't noticed that."

"She's alright," admitted Jason.

"Meaning she's not your type? What is your type, Jason?" He didn't want to look at her, she sensed. "You've got me curious. I mean, Derrick thinks Taylor's a hottie."

"Oh, I think Mrs. Hawthorne's pretty nice."

Elaine laughed. "Carolyn? I don't know if 'nice' is the right adjective, but she's certainly popular. And you wouldn't have to stand in line very long. She moves 'em in and out pretty fast."

"Yeah, well..." He wondered if she knew that Derrick's dad had slipped off with Mrs. Hawthorne. Or had driven off with Shondra Liggett and Mr. Winthrop. He doubted it; she didn't act like a woman who knew she had a cheating husband. If he stopped to think about it, Jason wished he didn't know about Mr. Henderson's fucking around. His wife deserved better.

He tipped up the bottle and drained it. He stood up.

"How 'bout another cooler?"

Elaine set her bottle on the ground, opposite to Jason so he couldn't see she hardly touched the wine. She turned down the offer and added, "I think you've had enough, young man. I think you need to get to bed."

Jason rubbed his hands over his face, then ran his fingers through his short blond hair. 

"Maybe you're right. It's been a long day." He added, "Last thing mom said before she and dad rode off was that you were gonna take care of me."

"OK. You better listen to your mom. I'm going to march you upstairs."

"Yes'm." Jason jerked around to face the house. The sudden movement made his head spin and his stomach did a couple of flip-flops. Dizzy, he put out a hand to steady himself. There was nothing but air, however. His right knee began to give way and his body went in that direction.

Elaine jumped up immediately and tried to catch him. Jason's six feet and 190 pounds were no match for her; she was giving up almost eight full inches and nearly sixty pounds. She broke his fall, slowed it, but went down as hard as he did.

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She found herself on her back in the soft cool grass with the young man atop her. He lay slack. His body became aware of itself. He lifted his head. There was a moment, a moment that lasted as long as a peal of thunder over the Rockies and it's echoes. And when that moment ended, Jason's lips were on hers and they were kissing with a hunger that neither could deny and there was only one manner of satisfying that hunger. His hands opened her robe; Elaine's fingers pushed down his shorts. He found her cunt, wet and ready. She found his cock, hard and urgent. Jason felt her guiding him. There was no need of that; his cock found her easily. Slid inside as she barely had time to open fully her thighs for the invader. Then her legs came around his narrow waist of their own accord and he lifted himself clear of her body so they could look down their bodies and see their juncture.




Boy Next Door



Elaine lifted her face for another taste of Jason's tongue while her hands pulled up first her baby doll pajamas and then scrabbled at his tee shirt. He lifted first one arm and then the other so their naked chests could touch. They kissed and fucked like that, his loins rubbing between her thighs, his chest abrading her tits. His hardness against her dewiness, his flat upper body against her roundness. 

Her tongue quested against his as his cock drove inside her cunt. And when her mouth was satisfied for a time, she pressed his face away and down to one of her mounds. Hungrily, he sucked the nipple, already hard with desire yet getting harder in his mouth as he pulled at the nubbin of woman-flesh, dragged his tongue over and around it, worried it gently with his teeth and felt Elaine raise herself beneath him, lifting her tit, offering herself so he could acquire more of her until she felt as if her entire boob was in his gaping maw, as his cock was fully within her clutching cunt and the stubble of his chin roughened the skin of her chest as his pubic hair rubbed the soft nakedness of her inner thighs.

There was a perfect rhythm between the two lovers as if they had known this act for years. The thrust of his cock and the spread of her thighs, followed by a withdrawal and her closing so that the pressure she felt continued, so the lust was contained in the V of her legs. Centered there with an outpost on her tits as he kissed one and then the other. And her fingertips as they caressed his flanks, danced over his back, luxuriated in the feel of his hair. Ran along the whorls of his ears. Pulled his mouth away from her tit so she could searched his face with her fingertips and when she found his lips, let him kiss her fingers and suck them the way he had sucked her tongue and the way her cunt was even now sucking his cock, pulling it deep, letting it fill her, caressing the shaft as his tongue caressed her fingers until she released him ever so slightly so he could pull away only to drive back inside her and force her cunt to accept him.

Jason was amazed by her heat, by her rapacious fervor as he fucked her. As she fucked him. No girl his own age could fuck her as Elaine Henderson did. She worked her cunt as a talented co-ed would work her mouth up and down his tool. And it wasn't just internal. As he lifted and lowered his loins, the wildcat beneath him lifted and dropped her hips, rotated them so that her pussy gripped his shaft in all three dimensions and the pressure was never the same. Sometimes it was from the top of her slit so that he dragged across her clit and the upper cleft was the perfect grove for his prick. At other times, she angled her hips so that he was entering her from the bottom and the head of his cock was no doubt hitting her g-spot because that angle of entrance always drew a loud moan from deep within her lungs.

It was that throaty moan that let him know he was pleasing her. That and her soft grunts, her Incoherent words, Elaine's whispered pleas, her frantic urgings to fuck her harder, fuck her deeper, fuck her faster. Announcements that he was driving her insane, that she had never been fucked so well, that she was going to cum on his cock and it was there and it was big and it was wonderfully fantastic and she was cumming and it went on and on and on and he felt her cunt tighten around the entire length of his cock and grip him and hold him and pull him deeper till her words stopped and she fell back on to the soft green grass and the skin of her upper tits and chest and her neck all the way up to her ears darkened and her legs fell open and her womb opened too and a warming flush of liquid bathed his cock and he was cumming too, cursing and biting her tits, shuddering as he pounded the lifeless body beneath him and crying out words unknown to him and his own essence filled the waiting and expectant pussy and mixed with hers and he fell away from her, rolled over to feel the cool grass against his buttocks and shoulders and the two spent lovers stared up at the moon-brightened sky and her hand found his and clasped it tightly. Raised it to her lips and she kissed his palm.

Finally, she moved. A slow languid movement. Elaine lifted herself on one shoulder to look down at Jason. His face was covered with sweat. So was his chest. She felt her own garments clinging nastily to her body. She stood. She stripped off the robe and her red pajamas. The crotch of her panties were rent, no doubt from when Jason jerked them aside so he could enter her. She smiled. At least the baby doll had served its intended purpose, even if it wasn't her husband who had taken notice of them.

She still wore her fuzzy slippers, so she didn't feel the grass of the lawn or the flagstones of the patio as she walked to the table where the glasses and paper plates were stacked. She found a cotton towel and in the same ice chest that held the few wine coolers she found a bottle of water. Elaine carried items back to Jason. He was still lying motionless but his eyes were open.

He licked his lips. "You're beautiful."

"A girl always likes to hear that."

"I don't know how your husband could ever - " Oh, shit, he'd stepped in it now.

"Ever what, darling?" Elaine knelt by his side and offered him a drink. As he lifted the bottle and gulped down the refreshing water, she gently rubbed the towel over him, drying his chest. Then she stood and pressed the folded cloth against her pussy.

Tossing aside the towel, she went to her knees again. She bent over his loins, bent down and lifted his cock with one hand and took the head in her mouth. She sucked gently but insistently.

"I think it's dead."

Elaine didn't hear a word of it. She simply continue her soft lips around and up and down and over till his man-meat responded and she could give it a proper oral cleaning. She cleaned his balls, too, tickling them with her tongue tip and sucking each hairy egg inside her mouth

When she was done, she stretched out beside the young man, the one she had watched grow into adulthood with her son, the boy she had taken to Scouts and soccer practice, whom she had watched over as he and Derrick had braved the dark night for the first time in a tent in the Henderson backyard, the boy she had cheered from the stadium stands and the gym bleachers, over whom she had shed a tear when he crossed the platform to receive his high school diploma. The boy who had just fucked her to orgasm, an orgasm better than any in recent memory.

He gave her the water bottle and she took her share.

Elaine repeated herself. "Ever what?"

"Nothing."

"Dear heart, in about thirty seconds I'm going to wrap my tonsils around your cock. You can have a blow job. Or you can have a toe curling, lungs emptying, tears-in-your-eyes type of blowjob that will make you swear that there's a Heaven and you've just seen the Pearly Gates." Elaine surely hoped that the good Lord would forgive her blasphemy.

She slipped down so that she could blow a gentle stream of air across his semi-erect cock. "My husband could ever what, my love?"

"Uh, look at another woman."

"I believe there's more that you were going to say." She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of his pole. "I'm sure you've been blown before. Wanna see how good a real knob polisher does her job. I swear, I can make Hoover look like a second rate sword swallower."

"Hoover?"

"As in vacuum cleaners; you know, suck up everything within reach. It's what the rest of us call Carolyn Hawthorne when she's not around."

Jason sorely wished she hadn't mentioned that woman.

"Have you ever been in the bushes with her? I hear she's pretty good."

"No.'

Elaine believed him. Jason's guard was down and there was no reason for him to lie. 

"You've gotten head before, though."

"Yeah."

"When we first danced, I reckoned this hunk was a good eight inches. Seems I underestimated you a bit. I'll bet those perky little high school girls and college co-eds can't take it all. Can they?"

"Maybe one did."

"Darling, like you're mama said, I'm going to take care of you." She fit the head of his cock in her mouth and played around with her tongue before slowly, quarter inch by quarter inch, worked the tube into her mouth, easing it in as her lips massaged the shaft and her tongue felt it fill her mouth until the head went into her throat and nestled there and his wiry pubes tickled her nose.

Jason felt her hard nipples graze over his thigh. He watched her boobs, not big, hang down and shimmy as she adjusted her body to a more comfortable position. He discarded an impulse to fondle her hanging funbags, aware that she wouldn't appreciate the contact at this time. She was clearly concentrating on his cock and wanted no distractions.

Just as slowly, Elaine let the cock slip out of her throat and finally out of her mouth.

"I really want to eat you. Ever cubic inch of you. And I want you to love every second of my blow job because believe me, darling, I'm going to love it as much as you. If you don't tell me what you were going to say, though, this is what you'll get."

She put his cockhead back in her mouth and stroked the column a few times. It was exactly what he got most of the time from the co-eds he dated.

"It's your choice," she teased as she let go of his prick.

"I don't know how Derrick's dad can have you and want somebody like Hoover." He felt like a son of a bitch for telling her, but he felt like she had his back against a wall with a half dozen riflemen aiming their guns at him and somebody was offering him a last cigarette and did he want a blindfold?

"Oh, did Allen slip away with her during the party?"

"Yes." 

Elaine thought about her husband's unresponsiveness when she'd sucked his cock. One blow job from Carolyn Hawthorne wouldn't have drained him that badly.

"It wasn't just her, was it?"

"Please - "

She kissed his prick again. She told him, "You don't have to say another word unless you really want to hear angels singing."

"He and Mr. Winthrop took Mrs. Liggett in his new car. They were going to the park.'

"To Bellerieve?"

"Uh, huh."

"You know, even when I was in high school, Bellerieve Park was the place to go. In fact, even after Derrick's dad and I married, we ended a couple of dates out there. We were very daring back then." Elaine ended her confession and took Jason deep again. Just as slowly as before, she released him. "Anything else?"

"No, I swear."

She believed him. 

"Thank you for being honest. You've earned your reward." So saying, Elaine shifted so that, instead of meeting his body from the side, she was between his legs. She bent back over his cock. 

Jason watched as it oh so slowly disappeared in her mouth. And was held there while the woman adjusted to the length and girth of his cock and huffed oxygen through her nose. Her mouth and throat were every bit as tight as her cunt if not as moist. He felt her withdraw and as she held just the head. She slobbered on it. Elaine had to let her eyes cross slightly as the cock rose in front of her pointing at the sky. She looked at it, inspecting it as she spread her saliva up and down the tool. It was heavily ribbed with blood vessels - it must need a lot of blood to support it - and the cock held her mesmerized as a cobra holds a rabbit. 

When the shaft was fully coated, she slipped it back in her mouth. The third time, she was more ready to accept Jason's cock. She slid easily down it. Filled herself with it. Used her tongue while she could, sweeping at the first three inches before the cock was too much for her tongue's movement. She was content with a raising and lowering of her head, of a closing and billowing of her cheeks. All with a steady pace as if she had till dawn and this was a night that would never end.

Jason put his hands behind his head so he could lie more comfortably and watch. He was pleased that occasionally Elaine would lift her eyes so she could see his facial responses. The eye contact was almost physical.

Involuntarily, he lifted his hips. Elaine immediately closed her eyes. After that, he forced himself to lie motionless.

She continued for several minutes before pulling free of the pole. She worked her lips around it, moving up and down while her fingers stroked gently. She gathered some spit and let it trickle over the broad head. It oozed down to meet her fingers and she coated Jason's cock once more. 

Again she took him deep. Her fingers toyed with his heavy nuts in their heavy sac. She wanted his cream. Wanted it in her mouth, down her throat, coating the lining of her stomach. Wanted its taste. It viscous heaviness. Its warmth. Wanted to feel his cock pulse in her mouth the way it had throbbed in her cunt before unleashing its sweet liquor. She wanted his cum in her belly and on her face so she could smear it over her skin. On her boobs so she could offer it to her young lover to lick away. So he could taste himself.

She lifted herself a few inches so that Jason could see her press a tit with one hand. She took her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, pulled it straight so that her tit was stretched out

Her lover watched in amazement as her knocker lost all its roundness, became a cone of woman-flesh as she pulled it farther than he could ever imagine till she released it and it resumed its former shape, a rounded hanging pendulum that quivered slightly. He watched as she pulled her other nipple just as far, held it longer between her bright carmine nails and let it spring back. All the while, in the foreground, her lips, mouth, and throat massaged his cock. His nine inches appeared and disappeared with regularity as one tit and then the other was stretched and then released and the woman's eyes smiled at him with the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure and being happy in the giving.

He felt her begin to quiver between his thighs. Her hand left her boobs and disappeared down her body. Jason knew she was touching the inside of cunt lips. Toying with her clit. Exciting herself spreading the folds of the cunt that still held his cum. It would be leaking out. Splatting in huge dollops on to the lawn.

Abruptly, Elaine moved. She threw a leg over Jason and lowered her hips so that her cunt massaged his lower leg. Her eyes smiled again as as she moved slowly, spreading herself over his shin, coating it with their mingled slickness. Squeezed her thighs, gripping his leg. Rubbed her tits along his thighs. Kept her mouth moving and now that his leg was rubbing her pussy, brought both hands back in to play, one on his balls and the other around the base of his cock. Applying pressure to the base as she massaged his scrotum. Let go of his balls and played fingers over the hot flesh of his inner thigh.

Jason balled his fists up as he watched her mouth stretch. Felt the heat flowing over his leg, the stickiness coating it. Felt the pressure of her mouth. The gentler yet still insistent urging of her fingers as they massaged him. The pressure of his balls as they strove for release. He strained to hold his body still. Jason was certain that for all her talents, the woman sucking his cock would gag if he tried to fuck her mouth.

Their eyes focused on each other. His face was mixture of pleasure and pain, the pleasure of future release and pain of unwanted anticipation. He needed to cum and he needed to cum soon. The muscles and veins of his neck stood out and although she couldn't tell in the darkness that was around them, Elaine was willing to bet that his skin was white with the strain of wanting and yet not attaining.

When Jason squinted shut his eyes and trembled, she knew she was almost done. Her goal was near. She released the base of Jason's cock while continuing to tease his testicles. Her free hand found his rectum in the hairy crevice that split his buttocks. Her middle finger found and probed his ass and in reflex Jason's hips lifted and he felt as if she would gag and as her finger explored and her cheeks and lips pulled at the shaft of the young man's cock and her cunt pressed hard against his leg he let out a moan that turned into an animalistic howl and his prick pulsed and released its load and it splashed its way down her throat like a glut of flood water through a dam's sluice and Elaine lifted her mouth so the cum hit her tongue and she tasted the salty, slightly tangy semen and she lifted her mouth clear and aimed the head of his cock at her chin and cheeks and she sat up straight and let the cum shoot over her tits and shoulders and a wild spurt went high and struck her hair and stuck there while the final shots went back in her mouth and she swallowed like an unfed baby at its mother's breast and Elaine drank down the male-milk and her hands coaxed the dregs, as sapid as the first, from his balls up his cock and out his piss slit to flow across her tongue and past her tonsils and down her throat to slide, oyster-like, into her waiting stomach.

Elaine sat back on her knees. She watched, smiling, as her young lover returned to earth. It was a journey of several minutes. At last, eyes fluttered open and he saw his friend's mother kneeling between his splayed legs. Cum smeared her cheeks and hung, ready to dropped from her chin. His cum. His cum trailed down the slope of her left boob and clung pendulously to her nipple. 

"Goddamn."

He sat up. He took Elaine by her shoulders and pulled her forward till he could mouth her decorated nipple and he licked it clean before moving to her face and tasting himself there, too.

He kissed her and she let Jason explore the inside of her mouth as his hands caressed her boobs and she tenderly touched his chest.

The kiss went on and on and as it lengthened, Elaine let herself be pressed backwards and Jason lay half atop her and their faces were so close he could feel the brush of her eyelashes and the kiss became as tender and as filled with longing as if the older woman and the younger man had been lovers for years.

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"I will never, I mean never, consider taking Hoover in to the bushes," promised Jason after several minutes of silence.

"Then I've succeeded in saving another soul from her evil clutches. Not to mention her evil lips."

Jason sat up suddenly. "It's none of my business, but have you, I mean, have there been many you've uh, saved from her."

Elaine laughed. "Nary a one, sweetheart. You are one of the very few I've been honored to service thusly. At least in this town."

"Well, I guess I won't feel jealous, then."

She sat up and pecked in on his cheek. "And you can bet I've never had a cock like yours. I came twice, just sucking you."

"Twice?"

"Don't get too big headed, baby. They were small orgasms. Nice, but small."

"I can do better next time."

"I've got an idea. How about a dip in the pool?"

"What if your - What if Mr. Henderson sees us?"

"Maybe he likes to watch."

"And maybe he'll get out his 12 gauge and bust me." Several times he had gone out with Derrick and his dad and hunted dove in the wide fields between Houston and San Antonio and been to the gun club to shoot trap and skeet.

"Trust me," Elaine insisted as she stood up and pulled him to his feet. "Do you want to leave the lights on?"

"Sure. Why not?

He watched as she bent to pick up his shorts and tee. Before she handed them to him, she noticed a bulge in one pocket. She investigated and discovered the panties she had given him at the party.

"You don't want them back, do you?"

"Not if they help you keep it up. Fuck, if they help you stay hard, I'll give you a whole fucking wardrobe of worn panties."

"I like bras, too. I like the way they smell of the woman who wore them."

Elaine tucked away the panties and handed his clothes to her neighbor. Then she picked up her pajamas and robe. She saw that the white terry cloth had a wide grass stain from her fall to the lawn when Jason took her down and she knew the robe would need long soak to remove the stain.