2 comments/ 73887 views/ 6 favorites Grateful Neighbor By: HarryLAbia The caller ID said it was Paul. "Shit, not again ..." I muttered as I answered the phone. It wasn't, it was his wife, Sandra. "I hate to bother you for this, but I really need some help," she said sounding very exasperated. "Paul is out of town and doesn't get home until late tomorrow night, and I don't know how I could get Jason or David (her kids) to help me with this." Her last comment seemed odd, but I didn't dwell on it. "Maybe she needs help washing a load of delicates," I thought as I headed over. Sandra had been in a cast for almost six weeks after some knee surgery and had a cast that extended from her toes to her hip. Walking on it was out of the question and she needed help doing just about everything. Her family had been helping as much as they could, but they had exhausted their resources and were gone. She was now more or less on her own since Paul worked and her kids were always off 'somewhere'. I went around to the back and let myself in... "Hello...?" I called out "In here..." came her reply. I went towards were her voice had come from. As I did I realized she wasn't were I had expected her to be. "Where are you?" I called out as I moved into the house. "... in the bathroom." She called back. I stopped moving for a minute as the possible scenes of what I was about to walk into scrolled through my head. In the space of less than a second I had envisioned her sitting on the toilet, fallen on the floor, standing in the shower and laying in the tub. As I began to move toward the bathroom I was trying to determine what was about to happen. Little did I realize ... I was holding my breath as I rounded the corner into the bathroom and sighed with relief as I realized she was not in any of the compromising positions I had envisioned. She was standing, leaning against the sink, wearing a long, heavy terry-cloth bathrobe. "Ah, what's up?" I asked still a little nervous "I have GOT to get a shower or I'm going to go nuts. I can't get this F---in' cast wet so I've been stuck just washing with a wash cloth and I feel like I'm completely gross!!!" It was very obvious she was on the verge of tears. I could see the stress in her eyes and in her tone of voice. "You mean Paul hasn't helped you with this?" I asked as I took the plastic garbage bag from her. "Paul!" she said with palpable disgust, "He's about as helpful as a prison guard! He treats me like a condom that does laundry and cooks! I don't even bother with him anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if he's off with another woman right now." "WOW!!," I thought to myself, She is PISSED. As she continued to spout venom about her delinquent husband, I began to get the plastic bag opened and ready for her to slip her casted leg into. I knew Paul didn't have a woman on the side, but I did know of one escapade he'd had. I wasn't about to tell Sandra about it, though. "...I don't remember when I've had so much as a foot massage from that man" she finished. I was now in position to slide the bag up her leg. I held it out for her to slip her foot into and as she brought her cast leg forward the lower portion of her robe came open and her leg slipped out. For the next few seconds my mind was a whirl of mixed thoughts as I maneuvered the bag up her leg... "WOW, she has great legs..." "... I've always thought she had a great ass, nice set of knockers too.." "... Ooh what a retard, Paul you don't deserve this woman..." "... Good grief, she deserves to be taken care of..." All these thoughts, and more, were swirling through my head as I carefully slid the bag up her cast. When I got it up over her knee she had to let her robe open more so I could get the bag over the top of the cast and seal it at the top. I could now see above the top of her thigh. It took a second before it registered, but when it did I almost choked. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She was naked at least from the waist down. She must have been watching for my reaction because, when I hesitated for a second she jumped right in... "I can't get any of my panties on over this god damn thing, so I haven't been wearing any." As I was mumbling my understanding, she let her robe open a bit more. I was breathless. I was eye level with the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. She had it neatly trimmed into a nearly perfect tear-drop patch of fur. The tip of the tear-drop pointed directly at the gentle crease that marked the front of her labia. I was breathless. She didn't stop. The next thing I knew, her bathrobe was in a pile at her feet. I was (almost) afraid to look up. I had seen Sandra in a bathing suit. I knew she was a very well endowed woman, a full 'D-cup' or better. I also knew she kept her self fairly fit, but not too fit. Her large chest stood firmly on it's own, but shook like Jello filled zip-locks as she moved. She had a sexy belly and full round ass that capped well toned thighs. She was, in a word, perfect. As a result my dick was now curled up painfully in my jeans. Without missing more than a beat, or two, I stood up, pulling the plastic bag up with me. I let the back of my hand brush gently against her bush as I rose, and let my eyes devour her nakedness. She took the plastic from my hand and allowed me to step back and admire the full picture. It was at once both pathetic and highly erotic. Pathetic because she had a pouty, seductive look on her face that made me want to possess her on the spot. At the same time she looked extremely vulnerable with her leg in a cast wrapped in a plastic bag. The combination gave the impression of a woman that was in desperate need of some physical attention, while at the same time in no position to participate. I found all this highly erotic because I was more than happy to do all the work. I took a step forward and, at the same time, grabbed her pussy and planted my mouth on hers. Not only did she not resist, but she groaned and both leaned into my grasp and reached around and pulled my head closer to her. My cock was now screaming for release. We held that position for over a minute. The only movement was from me working my hand to get my middle finger slipped between here feminine folds. She made it slightly easier by loosening her legs, but standing on one leg, with the other in a full length cast, made that somewhat hard to do. When we finally broke our embrace we were both breathing hard. "I better get this bag sealed if we're going to get you into the shower." I stated matter of factly. "Yeah..." was all she could manage. She had never indicated she wanted me to do anything more than what I'd done, but I was now set on doing much more. She confirmed I was on the right track when she said, "We better get you out of these cloths if you're going to wash my back." I was just finishing with sealing the bag to the top of her leg as I said, "Is that ALL you want washed?" She got a wicked grin and said, "H'm, now that you mention it, I do have some other parts that need cleaning." I kicked off my shoes and socks, as she finished un-buttoning my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. I undid my belt buckle and dropped both my pants and shorts to the floor. She must have been eagerly waiting for me to do that because she immediately grabbed my shaft with both hands and let out a deep, primal moan. "Oooohh... I haven't had a cock like this in WAY too long." She breathed. "Hmm," I replied. "Hope it's everything you remember." Her only response was to pull my rod and begin brushing the tip against the tip of her tear-drop bush. Doing so caused a sudden violent contraction in my groin and the tip of my cock felt like I'd touched it with acid. It fairly stung. "Holy SHIT," I exclaimed as my cock twitched and convulsed. "Oh fuck, what is that pussy made of?" "Hmm, sugar and spice and Everything nice..." She drew out the word 'everything' with a low groaning breath and fairly hissed the word 'nice' "Well I think I just got a feel for the spice. Good grief I just about shot my load." "Hm, that's ok, you'd just have to clean that up too." She said with a low purr in her voice. "What'da you say we get started?" "Hmm, Let's" As I turned to get the shower hot, she gave my ass a hard, sharp crack that made me jump and yelp. It didn't take too long for the water to get hot and present me with the problem of how to get her into it. She pushed away from the sink and hopped twice to where I was standing. "Ahg, ga, wahw, wow!!! Can you go back and do that again?" I babbled "I have got to see those boomers do THAT again." I said transfixed by her still wobbling boobs. "Hhmm, how's this?" she said, laughing as she hopped on one foot. I held my breath and watched in slow motion as her two huge mammaries rose, separated, rolled to either side and dropped, came together with a soft slap and rose again to repeat the motion. I finally reached up and held them as she hopped again. The mass of flesh I was holding was impressive and I couldn't wait to get my face between them. I squatted slightly, planted my face between her huge hooters, reached around her and clasped my hands together over her ass and lifted her off her feet. "Yaaie!!!" she exclaimed as her feet left the ground. I stood there for a minute, my face between her tits, as she squeezed them together with her arms. I could feel her flesh against my ears. My rod was pointed straight out between her calves and she was squeezing it between her cast and calf. That didn't feel too good, though it didn't feel bad either. I decided I could probably get her to smoother me with her tits some other time, so I turned around and gently set her in the shower. Once she was stable I took a step back to look at her again. She was magnificent, even with a cast on her leg she looked like an erotic vision from my dirtiest wet dream. The shower light, with it's deep red-orange glow, combined with shower walls, covered in large brown faux marble tile, created a striking contrast to the very pale Sandra. The shower light was really more of a night light, so her pale skin glowed against the back-ground of tans and browns. She was luxuriating in the warm shower. She seemed to be enjoying it as if she hadn't been in one for years and was paying no attention to me, or my hungry gaze. I took the opportunity to thoroughly review her assets. She was about 5' 9" tall. Based on the color of her tear-drop pussy she obviously wasn't a real blonde, nor did she keep her hair the same color for too long. Currently it was a dirty reddish-blonde and was just long enough dry to reach the middle of her shoulder blades. She was, by now, completely soaked so her hair reached down to just below her shoulder blades. Her huge chest rose and fell gently as she soaked in the hot shower and I got my first opportunity to view her nipples. From the side they looked fantastic, her large lightly colored areole spreading generously out around a nipple that seemed to protrude ¾". She turned towards me, raising her arms to run her hands over her hair. As she did my penis swelled and stretched to painful proportions as I again reviewed a full frontal view of her naked. Her breasts spread out well beyond the boundary line of her rib cage. Standing firm and round with her arms over her head, they were like two enormous owl eyes staring back at me. I scanned down, across her perfectly feminine belly to her perfectly trimmed pussy, pausing to dream of the aroma I might discover there. Then further down her well toned legs to her ........... cast!!! "Oh shit." I said softly, "I almost forgot you need your back washed." "Oh, no hurry," she said, "you can keep ogling me if you want to." She was teasing. As she said that she tried to shake her tits at me, but nearly lost her balance. In trying to catch herself she flung her arms out to either side and caught hold of a towel bar. Her final position looked as though she had been strapped to the wall, spread eagle, arms stretched wide. Her tits were still jiggling as I stepped into the shower to help her back up. My dick had preceded me into the shower and we both looked down as the tip of my dick slipped gently between the folds of her labia and stopped just short of her hole. "Oooo," I breathed, "That's a perfectly awesome sensation!" "Oh, Yeah!" she replied, "that's what I'm talking about!" "If it's OK with you, I'd like to do my best to gently and respectfully fuck the shit out of you." I stated. "Oh, you're going to fuck me, alright .... right after to wash my back," She sassed, as she turned her back to me. M dick dragged it's way around the front of her leg to her ass cheek. I took hold and positioned it between her cheeks pointing at her tailbone, and gave a gentle bump in. This caused her to squeal with delight and I looked around for something to wash her with. Dick still lodged in her ass crack, luffa and soft soap in hand, I began. I squirted a generous amount of soap into the luffa and rolled in between my hands until it had a healthy lather. I started at her neck and shoulders, working from the base of her neck out. I let plenty of soap suds squeeze out and run down the middle of her back to her ass crack. When it got to my, by now throbbing, cock it split paths. Some ran around my cock and continued down between her ass cheeks. The rest ran out along my cock, then around and down to drip from my balls. The sensation to both of us was spectacular. As I worked the luffa down her back I realized I was squeezing all the soap out. Rater than take my hands off her, I maneuvered her around and asked her to hand me the soft soap. Between the movement and the giggling created by her having to hop to move my dick lost it's hold on her tailbone and slipped up. I took the opportunity to press myself tighter against her, which caused my shaft to slide further up, and my balls to come to rest where my cock head had been. "You going to wash me, or rub yourself off on me?" she asked, handing me the bottle of soap. "Both." I replied. I took the bottle from her with my arms wrapped around the front of her. As I went to squirt the soap onto the luffa, I missed and it squirted all over her tits. I immediately dropped the luffa and grabbed big handfuls of her mammary. "You did that on purpose." She complained unconvincingly. "Hmm. Busted" I replied, admiring the double meaning. For the next few minutes she let me wash and caress any part of her I wanted to, and I wanted it all. I don't know if she came, but I'm sure she thoroughly enjoyed the attention. Eventually she decided it was time for her to express a proper thank you. With the water still running hot, she bent over completely at the waist, grabbed my cock from between her legs and guided it to the entrance of her vagina. I couldn't think of a better invitation, and gently pressed in. My pole slipped easily into her hole. I bent my knees, slightly, and pushed firmly up and in until I felt my balls press against the back of her legs. Since the shower was designed to not need a door or curtain, there was nothing to prevent seeing our reflection in the mirror over the sink. The tall cathedral ceiling in the bathroom meant all the shower steam hadn't fogged the mirror. When I turned to get a look, I was overwhelmed. The shower water was hitting me high between the shoulder blades. Sandra was bent over and was supporting herself from a built in bench. Her cast leg was on the opposite side of our reflection and our other legs were obscuring it from my view. I was entranced. Her big tits were hanging lewdly from her chest and shoulders. I pulled my cock slowly out and pushed quickly back in, mainly to make her tits begin to swing. The effect, however, was two fold. Her tits did, in fact, begin to sway. At the same time, however, she let out a low, powerful groan that was un-mistakable. "Don't you dare stop." She said sternly. "You stuck that fucking thing into me and now your going to fuck me with it. Start your fuck pump mister, you got some work to do. OOOOOHh!" That was the last intelligible thing she said before I began doing as I was told. I watched as if hypnotized as her enormous boobs swung rhythmically in time to the forceful pumping being generated by my thighs and ass. I don't think I so much as blinked as my mind reveled in the feeling of my balls swinging loosely from my loins and slapping audibly against the backs of her legs, the 'plop, plop, plop...' adding to the raw erotic intensity of the situation. Suddenly, without warning, Sandra came. She began thrashing her ass back against me as I brought my hips forward to meet her. She began flipping her head around, causing her hair to fling wildly. Her previously un-intelligible vocalizations, became prolong guttural wails. But, best of all, her vaginal muscles began griping and massaging my manhood in ways I'd never experienced before. I could feel my load building to the boiling point, and I was only half interested in stopping it. "Holy shit Sandy," I exclaimed. "I am going to come in you. Oh, god that feels good. You're gonna milk the cum from my throbbing cock. Oh shit, I'm gonna let loose inside you, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck I'm gonna..." and I did. She didn't miss a beat. She had continued, even intensified, her activity as my prostate convulsed. I felt my entire body explode through my penis. I felt my spunk rocket up my painfully hard cock and burst from my cock head like the first blast of water from a fire hose. My balls pulled up tight to my loins and my prostate convulsed over and over again as I bathed her insides with my goo. Finally, as the last of my load oozed into her, we relaxed. She straightened back up and I held her up by her mammoth mammary. "Oh fuck!" She finally said, "GOD I needed that. You can wash my back anytime." "Indeed," I thought, "I intend to." Grateful Neighbor Ch. 02 Chapter 2 – Cast off I don't know if she was ashamed of having been so unabashedly seductive, or if she'd found a way to get Paul to help more, or even if she'd figured a way to get by on her own. Regardless, I didn't see Sandra for several weeks after our dalliance. One day, as I was returning home from work, I saw her working in her front garden. From the end of the street I could see she was wearing shorts and what looked like a tank top. My balls rolled at the thought of what that shirt must have been struggling to contain. The closer I got, however, the less it looked like a tank top, and the more it looked like a bikini top. As I passed her I nearly hit a parked car as I pulled into my driveway. I work nearly an hour from home, and hadn't taken a leak before I left. The semi-hard-on I now had helped restrain the need, somewhat, but I really needed to go. As soon as I got out of the car I made a bee-line for the bathroom. I was hoping to drain my bladder and get back outside before Sandra finished her gardening. I really had to go, however, and REALLY enjoyed the warm rushing sensation that came from nearly a ½ gallon of 98.6 degree fluid coursing through my semi-turgid prick. By the time I finally finished, I had a full on hard-on. I decided to relax and let the warm full feeling embrace my rod & reel for a few minutes. When I finally relaxed and tucked my schlong back in my pants I figured Sandra was probably back inside. I didn't bother to zip up, since I was now thinking of getting my swim suit on and taking a dip to cool off. No sooner had I stepped out of the bathroom, however, and I heard the doorbell ring. It startled me and in the confusion of trying to figure out if it was the front or back door, I forgot my fly was still down. "Two bells ... back door??. " I thought to myself as I headed for the back door. No one there... What the ... "Bing ... Bing ..." came the bell again ... "Ah HA!! They pushed the front bell twice", I thought reversing course and heading to the front door. As I turned the corner out of the kitchen and approached the front door, I could clearly see two things; One, it was Sandra, and two, it was neither a tank top nor a bikini top ... it looked like two swaths of cloth she'd tied behind her neck, draped over her tits, and tucked into her shorts. I was instantly hard again. Still not realizing my fly was down; I opened the door and fairly gawked at her outfit. "Hey, " I said, trying to seem like I was looking at her cast-less leg. "You're out of the cast." "I'm surprised you noticed." She replied. I looked up, confused ... "It only came up to my hip. My legs aren't THAT long." I'm pretty sure I blushed ... "Yeah, well, that's some outfit ..." I trailed off as I returned checking her out. The 'outfit' was, in fact, a yellow one piece bathing suit. The front had a very deep 'V' neck and came together just above her belly button. It was tied behind her neck and had no back that I could see. With her shorts on I couldn't tell if there was anything more to it than that. What I COULD tell was that it must have been a suit she'd had 'B.K.' (Before Kids). It was easily two sizes too small. The fabric was stretched to the tearing point by her enormous knockers. The bulge of her boobs spread well beyond the edge of the fabric and pushed out more than an inch beyond the line of her rib cage. The A/C from the house must have given her a chill, because her nipples appeared about ready to poke clean through the fabric. For some reason it didn't occur to me that my pants didn't feel at all restricted. This view would normally have made it painful to be standing up. " ... Hmm, I'm glad you like it. I came over to return the rake my delinquent husband borrowed like a month ago, but given that tent in your shorts maybe I'll step in and get out of this heat." In a sort of slow motion 'OMG' I realized she was, in fact, holding my rake and I was, in fact, protruding several inches out the front of my pants. "Oh My God ...", exclaimed as I spun around and tried, in vain, to tuck my rod back into my pants. "Oh Shit, I can't believe I ... Oh My God ..." I was still trying to get it to shrink enough so I could shove it back in and zip up without slicing through it with the zipper. While I was babbling on about how embarrassed I was, she must have stepped in and closed the door. The next thing I knew she was on her knees in front of me, insisting I had nothing to be ashamed of. In one clean, confident motion she reached though the gap in the front of my boxers and pulled out my, by now, throbbing erection. "Hmmm, I wanted to taste this the last time, but that cast made it impossible to kneel down. Now that I can, I'm gonna suck your balls clean through this shaft." And with that announcement she began. Either she was very experienced, or she'd been thinking about it for a long time. She positioned one hand under my rod, my member protruding between the crotch of her thumb and forefinger, her palm pushing in against my balls. With her other hand she was gently, even delicately, stroking my pole with her fingertips. Her thumb rubbed lightly against my urethra, while her fingers gently stroked the top of my shaft. My purple helmet strained for attention. I felt my penis swell and stretch and bulge until I thought it was going to pop, and she hadn't taken me into her mouth yet. "Oh, fuck!!!" I exclaimed. "Oh, Fuck!!! Oh, FUCK!!!" "Hmm, dude, I haven't even started yet." "Noooo fffFucking Kidding ... Uhhhh!!!" I fairly wailed as my loins screamed. Without warning she lifted my rod and shoved her nose in under my balls. As she pulled her face out of my crotch I felt her plaster her tongue against my scrotum. Reflexively I felt my ball sack pull up tight as she let her tongue spread wide across my gonads. She paused and looked up long enough for me to observe my fully turgid member stretched out across her face, the tip of my prick oozing per-cum into her hair. Slowly she began to draw her tongue up my balls, her saliva lubricating the way. I could feel her spit run down my sack and collect in the hair at the bottom of my scrotum. Just as it felt like it was going to drip off, she cupped her hand under my nuts and began to swirl them like two marbles. All the while she continued her slow climb up the underside of my pole. The swirling of my balls helped them to relax and drop down, long and loose. She tickled the fine hairs in my crotch which tingled as her finger tips gently worked the gap between my scrotum and anus in perfect unison with her mouth. Her tongue still spread wide, she painted my urethra with her spit. By the time her tongue finally reached my purple helmet, I was completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. It was all I could do to keep from blasting my load straight up her nose. In that instant, as I was teetering on the edge of delirium, I watched in slow motion as she opened her mouth wide and consumed my cock whole. I watched, transfixed, as she steadily drew my shaft deep into her throat then, with her tongue again painting the underside of my pole, slowly withdrew my rod until she was practically kissing the very tip. Like a well balance engine her lips parted and slid over my pole as she drew it back in to repeat the motion. For what must have been minutes, she knelt before my, mechanically bobbing her head back and forth. Each time leaving more spit on the underside of my pole. As she drew my rod in her lips would squeegee her saliva down my cock, until it pooled at the base and ran down my scrotum. After several minutes a puddle had formed in her hand that was still swirling my balls and tickling my crotch. My sack was practically submerged in her spit. As if the build up wasn't enough; as if the sensations in my painfully swollen manhood weren't causing me to struggle to see straight; as if the entire situation wasn't already playing out in the rawest, most electrically charged erotic scene; as I felt the tip of my rod reach deep into her throat once again, she swallowed. I became a quivering mass of orgasmic ecstasy. I completely lost all control of my body and knew I was about to explode and spew deep into her throat. In the split second before I finally did come, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. Turning my eyes away from the sight of Sandra's nose buried in my pubic hair I looked back to the front door. As I felt my prostate expand and draw in the first load of cum, I realized there was someone standing at the door watching. As I felt my prostate reach maximum volume, I realized (with relief) it was a woman looking in at us. As my prostate began to contract our eyes met and I recognized her as the single MILF Tina from three doors down. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt my prostate violently contract and the base of my member shudder. Hot goo burned my rod as the pressure propelled it up and out of my loins. Like a two stage rocket, my cock expanded to accept the infusion of cum, then contracted to help speed it on its way. My cockhead erupted with such force I heard Sandra sputter as my pole spat cum into the back of her throat. My eyes stayed closed as my body convulsed from the intensity of that first blast. I reveled in the knowledge it wasn't over yet. Again my prostate expanded and drew in yet another load of goo. My eyes still closed, another wave of convulsions ripped through my loins. Over and over my body convulsed and spouted blast after blast of hot goo into Sandra's throat. After what seemed like an hour of cumming my prostate finally relaxed. Sandra continued to squeeze and lap at my cock head, consuming every drop she could extract from my rod. "Oh, FUCK!" I exclaimed. "THAT was, without a doubt, the best cock sucking I have EVER experienced." I took a deep breath before I continued, " I don't know if it was your expert attention or the fact we had an audience..." It took a second for it to register; she must have been really enjoying my spunk... "Well, I must say you do have some really tasty ... Wait, an audience??" As she said this her head spun 'round towards the door. She had a horrified look on her face as if expecting to see Paul standing there. She relaxed when she realized who our audience had been. She sat back on her heals and said, "Well don't just stand there with your cock hanging out, let the poor girl in, for God's sake." I don't know how I managed it but, cock still hanging out, I let Tina in... "I saw the rake by the front door," she said, as she stepped in, eyes transfixed on my still twitching, semi-hard member. "... didn't want someone to take it so I ... God I hope you've got some left for me ..." I was pretty sure I did.