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Naughty Neighbors

By: SexyJezebel



I wish to acknowledge my co author for the story submission Naughty Neighbors....I was not sure how to do this, and I am hoping this will be posted.  My co author is a dear friend....and his name is mthfrk.  I am compelled to add an apology to this message, as he does feel slighted, with good reason.  He worked as hard as I did on this story, and deserves some recognition as well.  So, for you my friend, I'm sorry.

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It was a warm summer day, the trees swaying slightly in the breeze as she walked out onto the deck. She'd been cleaning all day and was ready for a well deserved break. Setting her glass of tea down on the table, she settled into her chair and opened her book. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of him, mowing his lawn. "This must be the new neighbor", she thought to herself as she allowed her gaze to travel across his handsome face. Dark hair, curling just at the nape of his neck... sparkling blue eyes, framed with long dark lashes... a sturdy chin... yes, he looked extremely masculine and very sexy. 

Her eyes moved down his body, clad in blue jeans tight enough to accent his hard muscular ass and thighs. His t-shirt also tight, revealing a strong chest and flat stomach. She found herself watching him, over her book, trying to be inconspicuous about it. Watched the way he moved the mower purposefully across his lawn... the way his body moved... imagining it moving over hers... He saw her glancing over at him, though she was quite adept at concealing her movements. He felt her eyes on him, watching as the sinews of all his ripped muscles flexed and bulged while he calmly mowed his lawn. He purposefully wore his tight jeans, aware that all those squats and leg lifts had sculpted his ass. He liked to show it off. And so he strategized how to mow his lawn to give her the best view. 

He felt his cock bulging from within, thinking about her, imagining what she was thinking, thinking of what he too, wanted to do to her, with her. His "innocent" smile concealed his sinister intentions as he glanced in her direction, waving to her as he passed the mower easily over his lawn. He slowed the pace, catching an eyeful of her body. 

She was in a red halter top, tied loosely around her neck, and it accentuated her swelling breasts beautifully. He felt a small dribble of spittle ease down his chin as he thought of her erect nipples calling to him, beckoning his touch, and he gasped. He was so aroused, his pants did little to hide his bulging crotch swelling beneath the denim. Never wearing underwear was the quickest way to arousal, and he was throbbing for her. 

He looked down at himself, and quickly glanced at her, surprising her as she caught him catching her looking at that very same bulging crotch. He thought he noticed her licking her lips and smiling mischeivously, but he wasn't sure. That's when she distracted him. She reached over her chair, stopping for a moment as her halter top slipped forward, revealing her glorious breasts and swelling nipples, and lifted a gaze to catch him staring straight at her tits. She watched him through lowered lashes... knowing full well he was staring at her breasts, her erect nipples, marveling at the valley between them. A small bead of perspiration began at the base of her throat and traveled slowly down her body, into her cleavage. Seductively she moved her finger to scoop it up, then brought it to her lips... tasting the salty wetness as he watched. She curled her fingers around the glass of iced tea before sitting down again, offering him a small smile as her eyes met his. He smiled back, continuing to move his mower slowly across his lawn. It seemed to be getting even hotter outside, she thought... or maybe it was the desire sparked between the two of them. Half lying in her lounge chair, she allowed her legs to part slowly... just slightly... knowing her tight cut-off shorts would show him just what she wanted him to see. She could feel herself becoming damp with wanting... needing to feel him next to her, all around her, inside her... He gasped as he saw her part her legs. The small tight gap between then clearly showed the flesh underneath her shorts as she was without panties. A woman after my own heart, he thought to himself. 

She writhed a little in her chair as she slid one way and then the other, giving him strategic views of her glistening wetness. He started suddenly, aware that he had been staring at her crotch for too long, and hadn't realized that he was now mowing the hedges, or trying to. 

Embarrased but smiling, he backed the mower up and procceeded to make a slow trek across his lawn so that he could again catch glimpses of swelling lips between her parted legs. His crotch throbbed at the thoughts he had, imagining sitting closely by her side, imagining slowly parting her legs, revealing her wet slit clearly engorged and throbbing, imagining taking his tongue and darting it quickly between her pink lips, thrusting it deep inside her, delighting in the tart taste, and revelling in her fragrance. Ahh, to be there now, doing just that. 

He licked his lips, then wiped the beads of sweat cascading down his glistening chest, and slowly walked his mower around the yard, giving her moments to catch him. He hoped that she was admiring his muscular body, one that he had proudly worked on for countless hours over the years. His abs were sculped, his chest was chiseled, and his thighs were rock hard. He hoped he would be able to put his body in motion soon--on her. His desire for her was apparent, as she stared at the crotch of his tight jeans. Normally she wouldn't have thought to approach someone this way, but she just had to meet him, had to touch his body... even in just a passing neighborly way. Standing up and adjusting her halter top slightly, she made her way across his lawn... he saw her approach and turned off the mower. 

She introduced herself with a smile, and he returned the gesture. "I thought you might like something cold to drink, after all the hard work you've been doing", she said... and hoped he would say yes. He grinned and followed her to her deck, where she poured him a fresh glass of iced tea and waved her hand towards an empty chair. 

He sat next to her after taking the glass from her hands... his fingers brushing hers for just a moment, but enough to send a spark of electricity between them. Looking up into his eyes, her breath caught... she had to say something, do something... she couldn't let this moment go. Smiling shyly at him, she commented that he must really take care of himself, his body lean and sculpted... and inquired as to whether he worked out... "I work out daily," he answered with just a hint of pride. "I love going to the gym, too. But I have a machine in my basement that I use. If you ever want to stop by for a brief workout, I would love to show you," he added, the hope self-evident by the sheepish look on his face. 'OH man!' would I love to show you a workout, he said to himself. 

He sat and stared at her heavenly chest. The soft swell of her breasts made him anxious. He didn't want to appear overanxious for her. But her hard nipples that were clearly showing through her top were driving him insane with desire, and the pounding in his groin only made him more self-conscious of his posture. 

He was squirming in his chair, not at all like himself. He was confident, but she was reducing him to a blithering idiot. A blithering idiot with a stiff erection and a body that could last through countless hours of wonderful sex, he silently added. Mmmmm, he really wanted to get a close up of her body, a real close up. So silently, deliberately, he got up from his chair, and walked with a stride filled once again with confidence and determination to kneel beside her. Once there, he rested his chin on the armrest, looked up at her gleaming smile, and waited. The twinkling in her eyes matched his own as she brought her hand gently to his face... brushing her fingers over his cheekbone, smiling at his expression... his eyes closed... his lips parted and emitted a soft moan from the touch of her fingertips. His face was clean shaven, soft, and warm. Bringing her hands to either side of his face, she bent down to him... gently teasing his lips open with her tongue... drinking from him... consuming him, the softness of his lips on hers driving her desire for him. 

She felt his arms snake around her waist and pull her up out of the chair... and gasped as he swung her up into his arms and started for the house. He gazed down into her eyes and she became lost in those endless pools of blue... and his smile, so warm yet seductive... made her want him madly. She could barely speak to direct him to her bedroom... she felt like a wanton woman... breathless and so ready to have him... He strided quickly to her house, opening the front door with his hand as his other pressed her breasts firmly to his chest, and kicked the door as it swung open. He then turned and took her lips into his, kissing her deeply as his surroundings closed in on him and he focused on her seductive lips, her beautiful eyes, and her soft but firm cheeks. 

He saw from the corner of his eyes a beautiful lush sofa and threw her down onto it. Her magnificent breasts just bounced up and down as she landed on the plush pillows. He smiled as he reached behind her neck and undid her ties, loosening her top, slowly peeling it away from her chest, gasping as her glorious breasts pitched forth, nipples swelling at their sudden exposure. He leaned forward, kissed her lips, then slowly slid his tongue down her cheeks and stopped at her breasts, circling the left nipple first, then the right, as his mouth and hands greedily played with her silky mounds. She let out a soft moan and arched up toward him as his hands encircled her curvaceous breasts... his thumbs lazily toying with her nipples... his tongue gliding slowly over them. Her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling his lips closer to her. Never had she experienced such sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. 

Suddenly he nipped lightly at her skin with his teeth, and she let out a sharp gasp... followed by a low moan... almost purring as he continued to bathe her breasts with his tongue... touching them... admiring them. Her eyes closed as she gave in to the feelings of desire sliding through her body. She became a pool of liquid heat... moist between her thighs... parting them almost subconsciously, wanting to feel him positioned between them. 

Her head spun, the emotions so new and different... she wanted to feel him everywhere... touch him everywhere... become one with his body. Lightly she dragged her nails across his shoulders, smiling as he moaned against her breast. Allowing her fingers to explore him thoroughly, she memorized each part of his body... down his smooth back, his sides, his hips... then finally down to cup his ass... squeezing lightly, finding it so firm... muscular. She couldn't help but imagine his ass rising and falling as he thrust deeply into her... He flattened his tongue against her nipple, delighted in her soft moans of pleasure as he gripped it between his teeth and tugged on it lightly. Her nipples were hard, succulent, and inviting. He was in Heaven, sweet clouds of flesh on his face, cradling his cheeks as he lapped from one side to the other. 

He sensed her rising desire, and felt it within himself as he continued playing with her. And when she parted her legs, a quick wave of passion washed over him. 

Quickly he looked down to her waist and found her shorts already unfastened. He moved down a little closer between her legs as she scraped his shoulders and then his ass when he moved. 

He was admiring the sinuous curves of her flesh. Her hips, her thighs, her calves, all gloriously proportioned and toned. His arousal was unbearable. He had to taste her, he had to feed from her, as her arousal was undeniably evident from the fragrance that she was emitting. The liquid heat between her thighs was heading to a boil. And it was releasing a scent that he could not deny, nor one that he would resist. She tightened her thighs around his body as he moved lower down... his tongue seductively dipping into her navel... bringing forth a sharp gasp from her lips. She marveled at the wonderous feelings he created within her... delighting in every moment of pleasure he gave. She was lost as she gazed into his eyes once more, silently pleading... urging him to the source of her fire... the burning heat and wetness between her legs. 

He kissed her body over and over... everywhere... making her squirm underneath him... grabbing at his shoulders, his hair... pushing him down further. His lids were lowered... his lashes softly brushing his cheeks... his hair falling over his forehead. She felt such a rush of lust... mad desire for this man... it overtook her. "Please", she breathed in a husky voice, "touch me... taste me... love me". 

He looked up at the sound of her voice... eyes dark with desire... and smiled. Silently bending his head to her, he swirled the tip of his tongue over her sensitive bud and she gasped... moaned... and bucked her hips toward him. A rush of juices exploded from just one touch of his tongue... and he eagerly lapped them up. She raised her arms up above her head, gripping the pillow and cried out as his tongue moved over her again... Her pleads rushed over him like a whirlwind, swirling delicious thoughts through his head as he cascaded down her body, licking every inch of her, kissing her soft smooth flesh. His eyelashes flickered over her, bringing sighs of delight with their soft touch on her aroused body. The feel of the soft bristles his eyelashes gave contrasted with his satiny wet tongue had her writhing with ecstacy. 

Slowly, he descended, caressing her swollen clitoris with his tongue as if it were the last meal he would ever taste, a delicacy he would savor over and over. As he wrapped his magical tongue over it, he heard her soft moans, and saw her luscious folds swelling, erupting with juices. 

Eagerly he lavished her moist center, the liquid heat burning his tongue, making him hunger for more. He thrust his tongue deeply, and felt her buck her hips. He thrust in again, and she crooned as his tongue filled her with sinful delight. 

His chin grinded against her legs, rubbing her dripping juices all over his face. His pleasure was undeniable, as he smiled up at her while he continued to feed his insatiable appetite for her fleshy lips. He wanted her so badly, he wanted to feel himself wrapped by those luscious petals of flesh, he wanted to feel her take his raging cock deep inside of her, feel it dance in her womb, thrust her hips to him as he thrusted his towards her. He wanted to feel all of this, and so much more. But for now, he continued feeding, consuming her flesh, bathing in her juices, embedding her scent on his face-forever. Her climaxes consumed her... completely... sending her spinning into sweet oblivion as his tongue continued to delve between her soft folds... his lips nibbling on her sensitive clit. Her hips rocked wildly... juices coated his face. He drank from her like a dying man, being offered his last meal. 

Her fingernails bit into the pillow at her head... she moaned louder, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her body was uncontrollable... completely under his spell... these magical feelings he brought from inside her made her clench her thighs tighter around his face. She had to have him... to feel his hardness buried inside her... tightening herself around him. But first, she wanted to taste him... give him the same pleasure he was giving to her. 

Slowly she entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him up on top of her. Her juices dripped from his lips as she darted her tongue out to tease the corners of his mouth. Then, slipping her arms around his neck, she slid her tongue between his lips... finding his tongue and tasting herself. She lightly licked his cheeks, lips, and chin... her hot sweet juices being greedly taken in to her waiting mouth. Her arousal was unmistakable... she moved her body against his, feeling his hardness pressed between her legs. 

Smiling, she motioned for him to sit up on the couch... and straddled his lap. Her lips found his ear, breath warm in it... tongue flicking over the lobe. Beginning at his neck, a slow exploration of his hard body was in order... He felt the orgasms as he flicked his tongue inside her fast and furious. In and out he thrust, engulfed by the flowing fluids that were erupting all around him. She was feeding him so well. 

He slid up her body when she pulled him away, grinding himself along her thighs and hips, feeling himself swelling, raging, throbbing for her. The sensations of her flesh against him drove him mad with desire. He was erect, hard, and charged. 

As she had him sit on the couch, he gazed at her sensual skin, the glaze that had formed over her pelvis, and the soft lush folds of her flesh pouting for him. They were still engorged and wanting. 

His shaft was moist, glistened, rubbing against her lubricious flesh, so wet and so hot. It was pulsing, awaiting her attention, awaiting to be sucked, to be licked, to be consumed. 

It involuntarily pulsed, and as it did, his own juices started ebbing down the side, coating its head with something for her when she explored him there. It would be so hot to have her lips wrapped around him, feeling him pulse for her. And he couldn't wait. Slithering down his body, she pressed her erect nipples against his chest... using her lips to feed on him. Flicking her tongue back and forth, slowly over his earlobe... while her breath came in soft, warm, gasps... his hands roaming her back tenderly. Letting her tongue slide down his neck, she moaned against him before sucking his flesh between her lips. 

Lower she moved... finding his hard male nipples... circliing her tongue around them, taking each one into her mouth... sucking, nibbling... making them harder... making him arch toward her with a need as great as her own. She felt his hands cup her ass... squeezing, kneading her flesh... pulling her against his hardness. 

Her eyes met his as her tongue lazily moved across his muscular abdomen... dipping into his navel... swirling around slowly, bathing his skin. She felt his thighs flex under her body... knowing he wanted to feel her warm mouth surrounding him... tasting him. Deliberately she moved her tongue over his skin... not touching the throbbing heat between his legs, but instead her tongue danced across his inner thighs. 

Unable to resist anymore, her lips found his shaft and slid down... slowly... until her nose was buried in the coarseness surrounding his cock. She paused, inhaling his scent... musky with desire for her. Her eyes drifted closed as her nipples pressed into his thighs... the friction making them harder... sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Then she began to move... up, slowly... then down... taking every delicious inch of him between her soft, full lips... Mmmmmm, he moaned as he felt her satiny lips surrounding his shaft. The velvet feel of her tongue on the purple mushroomed head of his shaft was exquisite. The more she licked, the more he pulsed in anticipation. He could feel her swelling nipples on him, burning trenches through his inflamed thighs. 

His balls were hot, boiling, as she sucked on him with a fervor of unbelievable intensity. And he was loving every moment of it. Her body was hot, her flesh against his, and he knew before too long they would have to join, become one, and release this passion between them. 

He was so aroused, the head of his cock pulsing inside his own head, sending him signals-it wanted release. He wanted release. 


Naughty Neighbors



He is hot and drunk and horny. His cock is jutting up in his shorts. His hand cannot keep away from his hardness. He wants to do something dirty. He drinks from his beer and stares at the television. His hand ambles over the bulge in his shorts. She comes into the room, wearing only a pair of old cut off jeans and a flimsy, nearly see-through tank top. He doesn’t take his hand away from his shorts. 

She smiles at him idly. He is wonderful to look at. With his boy next door good looks, and a firm physical laborer’s body, he is perfectly imperfect. He is tanned from days in the sun, and has a glow from the heat. He wants her to watch him, and he rubs at his crotch to make his point. She nods and settles back on the couch to enjoy the view. 

They play like this on occasion. After all, they cannot really do anything together since they are both married. But when their spouses are both still at work, or when they may find themselves alone together, when these moments happen, the two of them will take advantage and find ways to amuse themselves. They are great neighbors.

He swigs from his beer bottle and asks her what she wants to see him do. His wife is unaware of the kind of things he likes to do. But, Sara, sitting there, passes no judgement. He likes this about her, and he tells her as much. He has done all kinds of things for her. Sara just shrugs at Steve telling him to do whatever he would like to do. He looks like he has something in mind anyway, and he does the most interesting things most of the time. She tells him she knows what he wants to do – she can read it in his face. So just do it she tells to him. 

He stands and begins to pull his shorts down. His cock is released and like a wild animal is bared and ready to go. He stokes it for a while summoning stiffness that is already raging. Sara’s eyes focus sharply, and her smile is encouraging. He smiles back at her and begins to slide his hand up and down his hard on. He keeps drinking from his beer bottle until it is empty. He places it with the other three bottles sitting on the table in front of him. His left hand caresses around his balls, while his right continues to stoke. Sara licks her lips, as she watched him so closely, so intensely. He is muscular, but not overly so, and she loves to see his entire body tighten as he grows more and more aroused. Steve is a map of curves and crevices that are smooth and now, slick with perspiration as he works deftly at pleasing himself.

He reaches over and takes one of the beer bottles from the table. He drains it and he puts the long bottle in his mouth, mimicking a blow job. He winks at Sara, who is languishing in both the heat of the air and the performance before her. Steve then leans over the beer bottle onto a chair behind him, and slowly lowers himself over it, still pumping slowly at his curving cock. The long bottle neck slides into his ass, he cannot get it further, but this must be good enough, because Sara can see the pleasure rising on his face. He rides the beer bottle carefully. Up and down, up and down, his one hand steadying it, while the other jerks at his rock-like member. The veins are pulsing, and his balls have tensed into tiny nuggets. His legs are taut with tension as he squats over the chair, his legs working him up and down.

He moans quietly, and his eyes close as he works up a rhythm of riding the bottle and hand movement that will bring about his climax. Sara runs her hands over her arms and rubs at her shoulder, she can feel the arousal being summoned inside of her. Leaning forward as she sits, Sara is getting moist between her thighs, wetter where she is already damp with heat. She slides her hands along her body and down her thighs to her slender ankles before running them back up the inside of her legs to her aching pussy. Her fingers move over the shaved smooth mound, pausing to play at her clitoris. Steve watches her linger over her self as she watches him, but he cannot stand it any longer.

He picks up another beer bottle. Standing up now and letting the bottle he has been riding fall to the floor, he wraps one hand firmly around his cock, and with the other brings the other bottle to meet the head of his dick. He pumps and pumps and starts coming. He catches all the cum he can inside of the beer bottle. And, he has shot quite a load. He glances over at Sara, as if to ask for approval. But, from the way she is working herself, pulling at her own nipples, while fingertips deftly dance around her pussy, he knows she is still finding this enjoyable. 

Steve raises the bottle and gives it a swill. He then raises the beer bottle of cum and dregs to his lips and drinks. He licks his lips, and he licks the rim of the bottle. 

Sara is bucking gently now, and he can see the moisture shiny and slippery on her fingers as they move in and out of her. He wants to touch her desperately, his cock already stiffening again. But he will not. But, he will reach over and grab the last beer bottle from the table and offer it to her. He grins and holds it toward Sara. She grins and takes the bottle, but she holds it up to him first, indicating she wants him to put it in his mouth first so that it is wet and slippery with his saliva. Steve again takes a beer bottle in his mouth and wraps his lips around it – sucking and licking making sure it is amply moist. He hands it back to her. 

Sara takes the slick bottleneck and glides it into her hungry hole. Moving it back and forth slowly, while rubbing her hard little clit, she manages to slip a little further with each stroke. Steve is now fully erect again, so he takes his cock in his hand and strokes again as he watches as though hypnotized as the beer bottle appear and disappear from inside of her with each motion. Sara is moaning softly, and working that bottle as Steve wishes she could work on his cock. With a swirling motion that grows more rapid, she fingers her clit, round and round. Her face grows rapt and her mouth opens wide, although she is holding her breath. She begins to shake, her entire body shuddering and he can actually see the muscles of her pussy clenching round the bottleneck. It slips out with a little pop and Sara begins to breathe again with deep sobbing, panting sighs. And, suddenly Steve is shooting again. Cum spilling all over his hand, as he slouches forward to relax his body that is suddenly tense and sore from standing so rigidly. He sighs. They sit for a minute to bask in some kind of afterglow. Steve tells Sara how much he enjoys these moments, and the fact that she does not think he is sick, that she is accepting of his “strange” urges. She smiles and tells him ‘anytime’.

Both of them sit back, thinking about what they have just done and what they would really like to do. But, no, they will not do any more than this. This is bad enough isn’t it? Good, bad, all in perspective perhaps. But, Sara wonders out loud to Steve, what if we are not the only ones up to this? With that thought she gathers herself together, pulling up her shorts and walks away in the direction of the bathroom. Steve is left sitting on the couch, a dumbfounded expression on his face. His mind is suddenly numbly, stupidly filled with images of Sara's husband and his wife.

They would never; he calls out after her. But, we did didn't we?



Naughty Neighbors



I'd just moved into my new apartment after having suffered through a fairly messy divorce. With little to my name, sparse furnishings not to mention a sex-life that had taken a severe nose-dive, the future looked bleak. And though I didn't look bad at just over fifty, working out and trying to regain my "boyish" figure, as I laughed inwardly at the thought, the prospects of meeting anyone anytime soon weren't all that promising.

Standing in front of the mailboxes, I watched the approach of an attractive looking woman. First I'd seen to be perfectly honest since moving in two days ago. I was beginning to wonder if this so-called 'singles apartment complex' as I'd been led to believe would hold the promise I'd been assured it would have. It had been the main reason I had scraped together the hefty deposit after speaking with the complex manager. Steve had informed me that the draw to this place was due in part to catering to the recently divorced, widowed or never married singles just looking to meet someone. Interestingly enough, one of the clauses in my rental agreement stipulated that should I marry, I would be asked to give a two weeks notice.

Something I neither wanted, nor felt like I would ever do again. So the place suited me for one thing, and for another, the monthly singles get-together that Steve told me about sounded interesting as well.

As she approached, she smiled, though I noticed she appeared to be doing a juggling act with the two sacks of groceries she carried.

"Here, let me help you with those," I offered.

"Thank you, thought I could manage it, but the grocery boy was new and put things a little ski-wampus inside the bag when he loaded it. The damn thing keeps shifting on me!"

I couldn't help but laugh, then stare which I hadn't meant to do, but the bag she'd been holding wasn't the only thing that was shifting. It had been impossible not to notice that she had large breasts anyway. Built a lot like Dolly Parton, as the bags she held in her arms shifted and rolled, one of the button's on her blouse suddenly undid itself as though a pair of unseen hands had been more than willing to help.

"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have worn this blouse today," she stated looking down at herself just as I reached out to retrieve both bags from her. Again, I was staring, but it was virtually impossible not to. The black lacy bra that suddenly appeared, barely containing the two fleshy rather exquisite looking orbs of flesh was much like offering a glass of water to a man who'd been crawling through the desert for several days.

Having accepted the groceries, I politely watched if you want to call it that, as she re-buttoned her blouse. With hair more brown than blonde, I still half expected her to introduce herself as 'Dolly' as I introduced myself.

"By the way, my names Rick," I offered. Dolly smiled, a mischievous, not quite flirtatious smile, but an interesting one never the less.

"Cindy, though my friends call me 'Sin', or 'Sin-D' for short," she explained, emphasizing the connotation, making me smile in return, though I realized I was probably grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

"Nice to meet you, Cin...dy," I said stumbling through her name. I hadn't meant to have it come out sounding the way she'd offered it, but there was no help for it. She merely grinned putting me at ease though I was mentally trying to will that button to undo itself once again.

"Would you mind holding onto those for a minute longer?"

I was looking at her chest again.

"Excuse me?"

She laughed. "The grocery bags," she pointed out. "While I retrieve my mail."

"Oh yeah, sure," I stammered feeling my face flush, with nowhere else to look except down inside one of the bags. I saw a can of spray-on whipping cream, strawberries, two bananas, a package of AA batteries sitting atop one of them, and quickly glanced away back into her knowing smile. "Where do you live?" I asked a little too anxiously.

"Across the way, second floor. And you?"

"Upstairs," I said pointing with my head, third floor." This time she frowned slightly, though it was more of a pout, though a sexy one at that.

"Well, I guess we're almost neighbors," she stated. "Here, let me take those from you."

"No, I got it," I said turning, feeling even sillier as though playing some kind of kids keep away game with her, not wanting her to take the packages from me. "Lead the way," I offered quickly.

"Thank you," she said holding open the door for me as I quickly slipped past, pausing, allowing her to take the lead from me once again. "This way," she offered as she began heading down the sidewalk towards the steps to her apartment. I looked up and behind me. My apartment was directly across from hers though another floor up. I followed her up the short flight of stairs, expecting her to reach into her purse retrieving her key. Instead, she merely turned the doorknob, opening the door.

"Bec?" she called out leading me inside.

Bec, or "Becky" as I later learned emerged from one of the back bedrooms. Stepping into the small little kitchen area. She and I locked eyes almost immediately. Though where I blushed, she seemed to shrug off my being there as though we'd already met. She wore nothing more than a white, tight form fitting tank top with a pair of light blue cotton briefs. Though Bec wasn't nearly as large breasted as Cindy was, which is perhaps why she felt more comfortable just wearing the tank top without a bra, once again my eyes were drawn to the twin marble-sized nipples pressing against the thinly stretched material.

Becky approached, taking one of the grocery bags from me. This time I let it go.

"This is my roommate Becky," Cindy told me. "This is Rick," she added speaking towards her roommates back as she headed over towards the kitchen counter.

"Where'd you land this one? At the grocery store? Along side the road? Or'd he just follow you home?" she asked rummaging through the sack.

Neither one of us answered.

"You get the batteries I asked for?" she continued. "The one's in my vibrator are dead."

I almost told her they were in the sack I was still holding, and then thought better of it.

"Don't mind her," Cindy said taking the other sack from me. "She's just mad because I won at cards again, so now she has to do all the dishes again for a week. So don't take it personally."

I still didn't say anything.

Cindy placed the other sack on the counter. Almost immediately Becky began rummaging through it instead. She quickly located the strawberries, as well as the can of spray-on whipping cream.

"Hey! I haven't washed those yet!" Cindy exclaimed.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they haven't been anywhere too dirty...yet," she said grinning, quickly covering the good-sized strawberry with a liberal spray of the cream. Rather than biting into it, she half-lazily swiped her tongue retrieving a goodly portion of the whipping cream, only then taking a rather ominous bite of the fruit all the while looking at me.

Cindy was already unloading the other sack, and I couldn't help but notice an inordinate amount of various flavored Jell-O's.

"You guys are either on a tight budget, or you really enjoy eating a lot of Jell-O."

Becky actually laughed around another bite of strawberry, but I noticed in so doing that her nipples seemed to be pressing even more firmly against the tight top she was wearing.

"Becky loves trying out different combinations of Jell-O shooters," Cindy announced. "We're planning on ordering some pizza later, and then trying out a few of her new combinations. You're welcome to join us."

"Yeah Dick, " Becky began. I let the name slip slide. "Say around eight? Besides, it's been a while since I've seen a guys...Dick is it?" she paused grinning at me. Though I still wasn't sure if she was teasing or seriously agitated with her roommate for my being there.

"Ok Bec, enough. You made your point," Cindy replied in a serious tone of voice.  "Next time vibrators at dawn!"

I glanced back and forth between the two women, wondering if I'd stepped into the middle of something I had no business being a part of. "Well, guess maybe I really should be going then," I announced with no intention of returning that evening.

"See you at eight then...Dick?" Becky asked pausing.

"It's Rick, and no...actually I really do have plans later," I informed them both.

Becky stood up from the stool she'd been sitting on, walking over towards me. I figured she was planning on just seeing me to the door when she suddenly lifted her tank top, baring her breasts. "Plan's that would be more important than getting to see our titties later?" she asked. "I know Cindy's are a lot bigger than mine, but hell Rick...you really want to pass the possibility of that up?"

I glanced over towards where Cindy stood shaking her head. "If he really does have plans Bec..." "What time?" I asked grinning.

#

I arrived shortly before eight, knocked. Becky met me at the door. To my surprise, she was still dressed exactly the way she had been earlier that morning. As though reading my mind, she answered my unasked question.

"It's Saturday," she stated as though that explained everything. "Come in, Sin's still trying to find something sexy to show off her boobs in," she informed me.

I followed her over to the kitchen counter taking one of the stools. "Care for something to drink?"

I guess because of her Jell-O shooter experiments, she had collected a wide variety of differing alcoholic beverages. "Scotch?" She frowned.

"That I don't have. Doesn't go with Jell-O. I know, I've tried."

"Whatever you're having then," I said giving up rather than trying again.

"Ah, a slow screw against the wall?"

Bec had leaned back against the kitchen wall, one hand up over her head, gyrating slowly against it while she spoke. "Nothing better than a slow screw," she told me.

Just then Cindy emerged from the bedroom. "Hi Rick!" she announced walking behind the kitchen counter, giving Becky a curious look.

"We were just about to enjoy a slow screw together," she told her. "Want one?"

Once again Cindy shook her head. "Did you order the pizza yet?" she asked ignoring the question.

"Yeah, should be here within the hour. You like Anchovies Dick?"

I didn't.

She laughed as she saw the look on my face. "Don't worry, we don't either. But I'm always curious if a man enjoys eating fish or not!"

"Bec!" Cindy exclaimed blushing. As was I.

"Want to try one of my newest creations?" Becky questioned opening the fridge ignoring us both. She pulled out a tray of green Jell-O, sitting it down on the counter, then scooping out a generous portion of it with a spoon, feeding it to me. "Well?"

It was good. "What is it?"

"Lime Jell-O and tequila!"

Bec then spooned one for herself, and another for Cindy. I watched with interest as Cindy stood there, tilting her head back slightly, allowing Bec to let the Jell-O merely slide slowly off the spoon into her open waiting mouth. That was erotic enough in watching, but so was the outfit she was now wearing. She'd changed into a pair of shorts, but the black knit blouse she was wearing was cut low enough in front to display a very generous portion of cleavage, which I took advantage in looking at while Bec stood force-feeding her with the spoon.

"More?" she asked already scooping up another large helping for me.

"Why don't we move this into the front room where we can be a bit more comfortable," Cindy stated already leading the way, carrying the tray of Jell-O in with her.

I hadn't eaten all day. And surprisingly, I could already feel the affects of the Jell-O shooters begin to hit me when Bec reemerged moments later carrying another one, this one orange in color.

"What's this one?" Cindy asked.

"Apricot Brandy." She scooped one holding it out towards me.

"I'd better wait until the pizza gets here," I announced. "Haven't eaten all day, and I'm already beginning to feel the affects of the other one!"

"Coward!" Becky quipped. "What's the matter? Can't hold your liquor? It's easy," she said reaching over to grab Cindy's head. "You just place both hands around her ears!"

"God Bec, you're really on one tonight you know it?" Cindy said pulling away. But I noticed she wasn't angry, if anything she was beginning to feel just as giddy as I was.

"I wish," Bec said grinning, turning her head back around towards me. "It's been so long, I've forgotten what it's like."

I spooned myself a helping of the orange Jell-O.

"Hey!  I know!  Want to play a game while we're waiting?" Bec asked. "Ah oh," Cindy said just under her breath. "What kind of game you have in mind?"

"Dare?"

"Dare?" I asked back. "What's that? You mean like truth or dare?"

Bec laughed. "Fuck truth! Everyone lies anyway. No...just dare. We all get to dare one another to do something. Anything..." she added quickly.

"I'll even let you go first Dick, " she told me.

"I don't know Becky," I said trying to beg off. "I'm really not very good at this sort of thing. It's been a few years."

"Ah come on," Becky coaxed. "And besides, don't you want to see Sin-D's tits?" she said pronouncing her name the sexy way.

Cindy was smiling, though I could see a red flush in her face. Truth was, I would like that.

"Ok, how do we play this?" I asked wondering what I was about to get myself in to.

"How much money you have on you?" she asked. I had no clue where this was going, but told her.

"Maybe fifteen, twenty dollars I guess, why?"

"Ok, because in order for this to work, there has to be a penalty. If you don't perform, or won't perform the dare, then you have to pay up. Shall we say ten dollars for a penalty?"

"Shit Becky!" Cindy finally chimed in. "That's pretty steep don't you think? Not sure I've even got ten dollars extra in my purse right now beyond what the pizza's gonna cost us!"

Becky smiled. "I'm not worried about it. I don't think there's anything ole Dicky here can come up with that will force me to pay a single penny!"

"Oh this ought to be good!" Cindy laughed. "Watch out Rick, she really is on one tonight!"

"So...you in? Or not? Chicken!"

"I'm in!" I said, thinking I had at least two passes if Becky went a little too overboard for me.

"Cool! Then like I said...you go first!"

I thought about it for a moment. "Ok," I began, thinking that if anything, I'd have at least one questioned answered for me...maybe anyway. "I want to see the two of you kiss, and not just some 'kissing-your-sister' kind of a kiss either!"

"That's it?" Becky said incredulously. "Kiss Cindy? Shit Rick, I thought you'd be a little more creative than that. And what's with that anyway?" she asked turning towards Cindy. "Though I guess it's to be expected, one of those 'guy' things," she said laughing. "Well, ok then. Come here 'Sin-D'," Becky said in her most sultry sounding voice. "Let's show Rick the dick here how two women can kiss!"

To my surprise, Cindy didn't even hesitate, or seemed startled by Becky's sudden advance. Which made me wonder if these two weren't lovers after all, and had simply been jerking my chain. Even as they kissed, passionately, Becky seemed to confirm my ever-growing suspicions as I watched her hand suddenly and slowly begin caressing one of Cindy's breasts.

"That what you have in mind?" Becky said sitting back. Admittedly, I now had an erection. "In that case, I guess it's my turn!"  Becky sat there looking at me, and then suddenly I saw a little light bulb appear over her head. She grinned. Evilly so.

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "Now I'm in for it!"

"What I dare you to do...is to jerk off for us!"

"Becky!" Cindy exclaimed ashen faced.

"What? You always said you wanted to see a guy do that, and now...here's your chance!"

I pulled ten dollars from my wallet and threw it on the floor. For starters, I wasn't quite that drunk yet for one thing. And for another, I still wasn't sure how serious to take these two, and if they were just playing with my head, or if they were as wild as they were beginning to appear to be.

"By the way, who gets all the money after we're done anyway?" I asked.

"The person who does the wildest dare of course!" Becky quipped picking up the money.

"Ok Cindy, I guess that makes it your turn. Me? Or Rick the Dick here?" she asked.

Cindy was leering, which made even Becky lift her eyebrows curiously. "Well, since you've been in one of 'those' moods all day, it seems only appropriate that you put on a little show for Rick and I here. So Bec...lets see just how brave you really are. You asked to see Rick jerk off for us? Well, let's see if you're willing to finger your pussy for him!"

Becky began to slip her hand down beneath the waistband of her briefs.

"Ah uh!" Cindy scolded, wagging her finger towards her. "We have to be able to see you really doing it!"

Becky stood, slipping her panties down around her ankles before sitting down on the floor in front of us once again. With a look of determination, she caught my eyes, almost daring me to look, so I did. Sure enough, she had slipped not one, but two fingers inside the opening of her slit, and was slowly walking them around inside herself.

"That sorta what you had in mind?" she said huskily, not bothering to stop though for all intents and purposes, she had completed her dare. "Well, I guess that makes it Rick's turn to ask you to do something now isn't it?" Becky stated, though she continued to sit there frigging herself with no real intention of stopping by the looks of things. I had a hard time looking away to confront Cindy, let alone come up with anything. And speaking of hard time, I felt my erection now painfully pressed against my Levi's, causing me to reposition slightly as I squirmed uncomfortably there on the floor.

As bold as these two were starting to become, I wasn't yet ready to go there myself. Still a little unsure of the situation, or how they might honestly react, I decided to keep it low-key.

"Ok Cindy, let's see those boobs of yours!" I stated.

"I was wondering when he was going to get around to that," Becky said. "But to be honest with you Rick, I'm more than a little disappointed in you!"

I had told them earlier as we finished consuming the second of the Jell-O shooters that I wrote for a living. I certainly wasn't a well-known writer, but made enough from it to survive.

"As a writer, I'd have thought you'd have a better imagination than that. It was just a matter of time before you got around to asking her to see them, that's true. But I'd have thought you'd at least been a little more creative than this!"

"Ok, not only do you have to bare your breasts, but they have to remain bare the rest of the evening," I added.

"He's hopeless!" Becky exclaimed as Cindy began removing her top. Though I was glad to see that Cindy hadn't been wearing a bra now either, though I'd already suspected that.

"Damn!" I exclaimed upon seeing her, not even realizing I'd spoken. She had the largest, thickest, most incredible pair of nipples I had ever seen before.

"Nice aren't they?" Becky said reaching over to give one of them a gentle little flick with her finger. And almost immediately, they both hardened even fuller, longer than they already had been. Cindy giggled, though blushing. Then fingered them herself.

"I am rather proud of them she added."

"Fuck," I moaned just under my breath. "I would be too!"

"Well, I guess that makes it my turn again doesn't it?" Becky said wickedly. I looked at her, waiting. "Ok Rick, time for your unveiling. Let's see that cock of yours, and...once taken out, it stays out. Just like Cindy's tits...you have to sit there the rest of the evening exposed!"

I thought about throwing in my last ten dollars. But I figured this just might be the lesser of several evils, and as the evening continued to progress, I just might be in need of my last ten bucks when it came right down to it. Though a little shy and embarrassed, I was glad on the one hand I had an erection, and on the other, that I was finally able to make myself a hell of a lot more comfortable in finally removing my Levi's.




Naughty Neighbors



"Hmm, he's certainly not a disappointment in that department now is he?" Cindy stated boldly, surprising us both. At least someone was stroking my ego, if not my hard erect penis.

Just then the security buzzer sounded downstairs.

"And that, would be the pizza delivery!" Cindy stood buzzing them through. Which is when Becky laughed.

"You know, I think it's my turn for your dare Cindy. So, my dare...is you meet the pizza guy at the door like that!"

Cindy gave her a level look. "And what if it's a girl and not a guy?"

"Either way, it should be interesting don't you think Rick?" 

I was already looking for something to cover myself up with.

"Sorry Charlie! A rules a rule. You have to sit there exposed like that, no matter who it is that comes to the door!"

"Same holds true for you then," I said indicating that she had still failed to put her briefs back on.

Just then came the knock on the door. "Pizza delivery!" the young sounding male voice announced.

True to her dare, Cindy opened the door with those magnificent breasts fully exposed. I thought the young man's eyes were going to pop out of his head. 

"Ah, that will be twenty-two fifty," he said a little nervously.

"Come in, I need to get my purse," Cindy stated stepping back, grinning wickedly at both Becky and I as we sat there half naked.

Stepping further inside the room, I at first thought the guy was gonna bolt when he looked over and saw me sitting there with a very, very exposed erection. And he might have, had Becky not stood when she did, causing him to suddenly look down at her exposed pussy instead. Cindy had fished a handful of bills from her purse, and stood there.

"Let's see, isn't it my turn for a dare?" she stated more than questioned. She looked over towards the pizza guy. "Tell you what, you can have a choice, either the money," she said waving it, "along with a nice tip of course, or Becky here will give you a blow-job instead. So...which is it?"

I have to admit, the look of surprise on Becky's face was priceless. Someone had finally gotten her, or so it seemed anyway. And I was now sure she would rapidly produce a ten-dollar penalty payment. She had given me a brief look, saw what must have appeared like certain victory on my face that she was about to give in on this one, when she turned towards the pizza guy.

"I really do give great head. So...which would you like?"

"You guys serious?" he questioned.

"Cum or cash!" Cindy giggled. "You choose!"

He placed the pizza he was carrying down on the coffee table, still looking somewhat nervous and apprehensive until Becky reached down, unzipping his fly. In seconds, she had him inside her mouth. It didn't take long. She'd hardly even sucked him at all, when suddenly she removed his prick from her mouth, holding it firmly in hand against her chest as he spurted several ropes of fresh sticky semen against her tank-top. And almost as quickly, after he'd finished, he turned, zipping up, and fled through the door.

"I was still going to offer him a tip!" Cindy exclaimed in amused surprise.

"Didn't figure he'd last long, the young ones usually don't." Becky said as she reached down removing her now very soiled top.

"Now then...where were we?" she asked.

#

Admittedly, I was now horny as hell, as was everyone else or so it seemed. With Becky now entirely nude, Cindy quickly joined her. And though I had continued to sit there, cock out...I now felt overly dressed.

"I have to ask," I said stripping out of the rest of my clothing. "Are the two of you..."

"Lovers?" Cindy immediately interjected, laughing. "No. Good friends, best friends yes. But no, we're not lovers. I've never even seen Becky masturbate until this evening. Though she is bi-sexual. Something I've been curious and wondered about, but never experienced myself."

I was surprised. "So you've not even been with another woman, I just assumed..."

"Isn't that just like a man?" Becky stated walking up behind Cindy, cupping her breasts. "Two women living together, and most men immediately assume they're lovers. And just because I love teasing and flirting with Cindy, like this," she said thumbing Cindy's incredibly rock hard nipples, "It doesn't mean she enjoys my doing it, or do you?" she giggled lustily.  Cindy moaned. 

"Well you've certainly never done it like that before!" she stated moaning again as Becky rolled each one of them between her fingers while looking over Cindy's shoulder towards me.

"Care to join us?" she asked.

I walked over to where they were standing. Cindy immediately reached down grasping my hard swollen cock within her hand. Leaning, I devoured one of her nipples, feeling the hardness of it slip inside my mouth as I suckled, eliciting a deep-throated moan of pleasure from her as I did.

The feel of Cindy's hand as she milked me was pure heaven. I felt a droplet of precum ooze from the tip of my prick, which she immediately snatched up with her fingertips, using it to further coat the head of my cock with. That silky smooth lubrication sent shivers of lusty desire coursing through my entire being.

"Ahh," she moaned pleasurably along with me. "God, I love the feel of that. I love the hardness of your cock!"

Reaching up, I began playing with one of Becky's hard nipples, all the while continuing to suck one of Cindy's. When I felt Becky's hand join Cindy's as the two of them continued to explore, teasing me unmercifully, deliciously, I rose allowing my hands to drop searchingly between both women's legs.

Slipping my middle finger of both hands simultaneously into their cunts, I toyed with the wet slippery furrow of their splits, hearing their almost single-minded sighs of pleasure as I diddled their twats, strumming their clits with my fingertips, all the while the presence of their hands stroked, fondled driving me to a point of sheer madness.

"Let's take this into my bedroom," Cindy barely managed to say. I quickly followed as she led me by the cock down the short hallway to her room, Becky following, her hand cupping the firmness of my ass.

We entered the bedroom. "Lie down, I want to suck that fucking cock of yours!" Cindy all but demanded. I was only happy to oblige her. Becky quickly straddled my face, as Cindy's warm wet mouth went to work of my shaft. I quickly located her tiny clitoris, giving it a long slow tickle with the tip of my tongue, just as Cindy's tongue was doing to me, the tiny eye-slit of my prick tenderly stabbed as Cindy tongue-fucked it, driving me crazy.

"Slowly, lick it slowly," Becky purred. "I'll tell you when...and how," she explained enthusiastically. I smiled, I loved it when a woman was willing to do that, I'm no mind reader, nor am I a pussy reader either. Though I have the basic instincts of course. But still, it is so much more erotic, satisfying, when your lover can explicitly tell you what it is they want, and how they want it. "Pinch my nipples, not too hard now, but firmly. And suck my clit, softly...but suck it."

I felt Cindy's mouth surround me, felt the entire length of my shaft disappear as she deep-throated me all the way to my balls, the blissful torture of my shaft already threatening to fill her mouth with my essence.

"I've got to fuck this!  I've got to feel it inside my cunt!" Cindy groaned after several long pleasurable moments of her tongue lathering my prick. I felt her move up, straddling me, then the feel of her satin softness descending the length of my shaft until she'd devoured it with her hot precious quim.

"I've got to see this!" Becky exclaimed, swiveling around on my face without ever losing contact with my still licking tongue. I continued to probe her, the fluid of her pussy drenching my face, just as the fluid of Cindy's cunt bathed the entire length of my shaft with each slow methodic up and down motion of her fucking cunt.

"Oh Becky please! Play with my tits! Play with my nipples!" Cindy near screamed.

I couldn't see it with my eyes, but I could clearly envision it with my mind. Her vocal description helped to of course, as she continued.

"Yes Bec yes!" Cindy moaned deeply. "Suck em honey, oh yes, suck them!"

I could see in my mind, as Becky must have been leaning over slightly, her hands cupping Cindy's enormous full breasts. Her thick elongated nipples being lovingly, and tenderly manipulated. Once again, I was on the verge of filling Cindy's cunt with my sperm, my balls long ago so tightened that they threatened to split open with the built up pressure of my need.

"Trade me!" Becky said at last. "I want to feel his cock inside me too!" Reluctantly, I felt Cindy's cunt withdraw until with a sweet syrupy-like popping sound, she removed herself. I took a moment to relax my jaw, and allow my eyes to once again feast on the differences of their flesh as they exchanged places. Cindy stood by momentarily, watching Becky as she mounted me, positioning her split over the head of my prick before slowly lowering herself over it.

"Oh fuck!" Cindy moaned, and I watched as her hand dipped between the folds of her cunt, finger-fucking herself unabashedly as she watched her best friends pussy begin a gentle slow up and down motion upon my shaft.

Finally, Cindy climbed back onto the bed. Straddling my face now, the aroma of her sex, the sweet honey taste of her pussy as my tongue began to explore her, sent a new wave of ecstasy to thunder and crash against every nerve ending of my entire being.

"Oh yes Fuck him Bec! Fuck him! Lift up so I can see his prick slide in and out of your pussy!" she begged. "Hold your lips a part with your fingers, let me play with your clit!"

I was so far gone at this point that I'd lost track of time and space. Only the feel of my prick sliding in and out of her still slow-fucking cunt, Cindy's sloppy wet pussy grinding against my face, my tongue flicking out with a gentle rapidity, caressing her hard swollen clitoris, told me that I still had form and shape, and had not yet turned into a liquefied pool of spermy pleasure.

And then, there was nothing I could do. I could feel the pressure build beyond the point of control, beyond my ability to withstand it any longer. I spoke into the folds of Cindy's cunt.

"Oh fuck! Cindy...Becky, I'm going to cum!"

As though they had planned it, rehearsed it, somehow discussed it, Cindy's hand suddenly surrounded my cock, all but ripping it out of Becky. She however had simultaneously near-somersaulted off of me as Cindy's mouth instantaneously re-engulfed me, the first cock-throbbing jettison of spunk already on the way.

"Don't swallow it!" Becky urged, "Share it with me!" she pleaded. Becky's tongue now assaulting my smoothly-shaven balls, which began to empty themselves into Cindy's hungrily sucking mouth. I had never before felt such intensity in an orgasm. I could feel, sense, and almost see each and every powerful jettison of my spunk filling Cindy's mouth. It was as though it were one continuous climax, not a series of nicely felt spurtings, but one long drawn out climatic release as my sperm flowed in what felt like a single powerful ejaculation.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, I felt Cindy roll away from me, sitting up now on the bed where Becky joined her, kissing her passionately, deeply.

Spent, I lay there watching them as they passed the fluids of my joy back and forth between one another. I watched in decadent delight as the excess drooled from their lips, tongues hungrily searching it out, re-gathering the sweet milky white paste before tonguing it together, fucking one another's mouths in playful wanton abandon as they finally began to devour what remained of my glorious full spending.

I stumbled from the bed, weak-kneed, collapsing into a nearby chair. My essence had merely fueled the flames of their desires, curiosities, and unspoken thoughts. I watched as they curled up on the bed together, lying side by side, head to toe as they came together in a blend of writhing flesh. Standing, amazed at the reawakening of my own desire, though my cock yet not risen, I moved cautiously forward for a better look, almost fearful that my approach would cause them to cease the first time explorations they were now sharing together. If anything, their moans, soft groans and playful giddiness increased as they let fall whatever inhibitions they might have had towards one another.

No artist could have painted a more beautiful picture. No sculptor could have defined the graceful lines of their bodies as they blended and merged with one another there on the bed.

I continued to circle them, watching. Watching as Cindy tasted her first pussy. Watched and listened as I heard her purr, mewling with excitement and pleasure as Becky's lips, tongue and finally her fingers, brought Cindy teetering on the edge.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out at last, I saw her quiver, saw her suddenly clench, her face screw up in surprised wonder as she absentmindedly lifted her head to cry out as her climax seized her, took control, and enveloped her entire body.

With a determination borne of madness, Cindy quickly went back to the momentarily forgotten pussy of her friend. I smiled as I heard Becky's sudden gasp, her own convulsion only then beginning.

"Oh yes! Yes! That's perfect!  Right there you beautiful clit-licker you!" Becky wailed.

I looked down at myself. My cock was rock hard once again, I watched for a moment as Becky rolled away slightly, allowing Cindy the last few moments to tenderly kiss, softly licking her still throbbing pussy. Positioned now as she was, the opportunity, my own lusty desire too great to continue to ignore, I grabbed her ankles, pulling her only slightly as her ass moved closer to the edge of the bed. Of perfect height, I stepped between her legs, felt the head of my prick press, and then suddenly swallowed as Cindy's quim captured it like a hungry Lioness.

"Fuck me!  Oh yes Rick, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I continued to slow-fuck her. Feeling and enjoying the exquisite sensation as her pussy walls clenched my hardness, sucking it, bathing it in the warmest, slickest fluids possible. Looking down, my eyes feasted on her breasts, leering at her.

"Play with your tits!" I demanded. "Oh God Cindy, play with your tits for me!"

She did so, happily. Her fingers busily twisting her extended nipples, pulling on them, releasing, then pulling on them again.

I spread Cindy's pussy lips, watching my shaft slowly ease inside her, disappearing into the translucent fluids that had begun to pool there, coating my cock. I grinned even more so as Becky leaned over, her hands taking over from mine, holding Cindy's lips a part gingerly, obscenely as she then allowed her tongue to flick out in light quick little stabs at Cindy's overly exposed clit.

"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah!" I agreed. "Eat that pussy Becky, tickle that clit...suck it, make love to it!"

She was, as I was. Cindy's head rolling back and forth atop the bed, deliriously as the two of us pleasured her pussy beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

"Come on it! Squirt all over it!" Becky urged me. I began thrusting inside her faster, deeper. Cindy was moaning loudly now, her hips moving upwards to meet my own, balls slapping, the sounds of her frothiness mingling with the seeping fluids of my prick as they came together.

"Squirt it you bastard!" Cindy cried out suddenly, her orgasm only seconds away now. I began doing so, feeling the first jettison slam somewhere deep within the passage of her silken tunnel. Pulling out then, Becky's hand surrounding me, jacking me, aiming each and every delicious spurt of my orgasm at the exposed naked nubbin that she held tenderly between her two fingers. 

"Cum on it! That's it! Keep cumming on it, all over it! Oh fuck Cindy...you should see this!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Finished, I staggered back slightly, Cindy's climax a part of my own, her searing scream of joy as her pussy exploded, Becky suddenly diving back into her barely neglected cunt, sucking and licking the sticky white cream that she found there, shoving it with her fingers back inside Cindy's pussy with a methodical urgency that rode out the crest of the orgasmic bliss Cindy found herself carried away on.

#

We had fucked and sucked one another half the night. I finally stumbled home, though not because I hadn't been asked to stay, I had been. But I had a dog, and I knew if I didn't go home to let him out before morning, I'd have a hell of a mess to worry about. 

I awoke sometime mid-morning, made coffee, then carried out my first cup towards the balcony when the phone rang.

"You up yet?" I heard Cindy asking.

I carried the phone along with my coffee out onto the balcony. Almost immediately I glanced across the courtyard, Cindy's bedroom window was open. Becky lay between her legs busily pleasuring her as Cindy lay upon her back, phone to her ear speaking to me.

I looked down at myself, robe parted as my cock twitched in eagerness.

"Not yet, but that could change any moment now," I said laughing.

"Care to join us for breakfast?" she laughed back into the phone. I didn't know if she was aware I was looking at them or not.

"Depends on what you're serving," I told her. Hearing her laugh, though quickly followed by a sudden intake of breath, still watching as Becky lay between her outstretched thighs, obviously and purposely making it tough on her to even speak.

"Well at the moment...me!" she continued.

"Hmm, sounds good!" I said licking my lips, still watching, and now openly fondling my awakened prick, uncaring or concerned if anyone else could possibly see me do so while standing outside on my balcony.

"And after that?" I pressed.

A short pause, a giggle.

"Pizza?"

"I'll be right down," I said happily. 



Naughty Neighbors



It was around six o'clock in the evening, and I had just got home from work. As soon as I had opened the door to my apartment, a slight unpleasant odour had hit my nose and I remembered that I needed to take out the trash. I gathered it up and headed downstairs, then walked out to the back parking lot behind my building where the dumpster is.

I had just finished tossing the bag into the bin, noticing with disgust how many flies were buzzing lazily around the growing piles of refuse that had spent too much time in the August sun, when I saw Glenda. I don't often run into her, despite having lived in the same apartment building as her for the last 8 years, but today I had got home a little later than usual, and I spotted her getting out of her car.

I had my nose scrunched up from the smell of the heated trash bags and my eyes were kind of squinty, and so I was able to see Glenda even though she was in the covered parking area and it was much darker than where I was standing in the bright sunlight. Glenda was a lot older than me. I'm not a good judge of age, I'll be the first to admit that, but I'd say that she was probably in her early 50's, which would give her about 15 years on me. She was very slim, bordering on skinny, with ash blonde hair that ended just past her shoulders. She couldn't have been more than 5"2, probably less as she barely came up to my chin, but she had this intense kind of personality that made her seem somehow taller.

Glenda was walking away from her car and started heading for the back entrance to the building, close to where I was standing. Even in the dim light of the covered parking area I could see that she was upset, and as she got closer I could see that she had been crying. 

I felt a little awkward because even though we'd spoken plenty of times, I had never seen her upset like this before and I didn't know quite what to say. I hate saying something that I realize is inappropriate only after I've blurted it out, so I just walked down the corridor leading to the back door and opened it. I held it open and stepped aside for Glenda as she caught up to me, and she thanked me as she passed by.

We walked to the elevator together, and when we got in and the door closed, I asked Glenda if she was okay. She started to nod and say something, but sudden tears began to flow and she choked up. The elevator door opened onto our floor and we both got out. I looked at her as she started to walk away towards her apartment, and I said "Would you like to have a beer with me? I've got a six pack in the fridge, and I have a feeling at least one of them has your name on it."

Glenda stopped, and I could tell that she was thinking about the implications of what I had just said. She stood half turned towards me for a moment, and then she seemed to make up her mind, because she wiped away her tears and turned her body so that she was fully facing me and said "A beer sounds amazing right now. Sure, I'll come have a drink with you."

We walked down the hall to my apartment, and I took my keys out and unlocked the door. My place was empty. Not literally empty, of course. I mean, there was furniture and dishes and appliances and all the typical clutter that goes with apartment life, but it was empty in the sense that there was no one there. My wife and I had separated almost a year before, and I was still trying to piece my life back together. The reasons why we split don't really matter. They're certainly nothing special or unique in any way. Most of our problems were about money, and one day she had finally had enough. I really can't blame her, but it still hurts. 

For 10 months I had basically been going through the motions of life, not really feeling anything, just eating, sleeping, working, and trying to figure out what I wanted to do. 

I had been fantasizing about Glenda for years. In addition to a slim body and blonde hair, she also has large, firm breasts with big nipples that always seem to be standing at attention, and a killer face. Something about her mouth just turns me on, and all I can think about whenever I see it is how good that mouth would look sucking on my cock.

I flipped the lights on and turned towards Glenda and motioned towards the fridge. "Help yourself. I've just got to get out of my work clothes. I'll only be a minute."

Glenda nodded her head, and I made my way down the hall to my bedroom. I got in there and began to undress, but after about 30 seconds I suddenly remembered that there was someone else here with me and I moved to close my open bedroom door. It was too late. Glenda was standing there, a little smile on her sexy mouth. She asked me where I kept my bottle opener. I quickly covered myself and told her to check the first drawer with the utensils. She turned and went back to the kitchen, and as I zipped up my jeans I could hear the sound of a bottle cap hitting the counter top.

I joined Glenda in the living room where she was sitting on my black leather sectional couch, and as she sat on the chaise lounge part of the couch, I cracked my beer and sat opposite her on the sofa part. I said "So, you want to talk about it?"

Glenda took a long sip from her beer and said "I just found out my boyfriend has been cheating on me, and we broke up tonight."

I said "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that." She just nodded and took another swig from her almost empty bottle.

"You want another one? I asked."

Glenda said yes, and so I got up and went to the kitchen to get us a couple more. When I got back, she had lain down and had propped her head up with a couple of throw pillows. I set the beers down on the coffee table and sat in my spot, which was now right beside her. I looked at her for a few seconds, and then I said "Why don't we drink to the ones that fucked us over?"

Glenda looked back at me, propping herself up on one arm, and then grabbed her fresh beer off of the table and said "The ones that fucked us over. Cheers!" We clinked bottles and we each took a long pull. I could already feel a buzz coming on, and I knew that Glenda, who is much smaller than me, must be feeling it even more than I was.

We set our drinks down again, and as Glenda turned her head towards me she reached over and put her hand on my thigh. I looked into her eyes, and I could see the desire in them. My cock instantly began to stiffen, quickly becoming an obvious bulge in the front of my jeans. Glenda's hand moved smoothly up my thigh to my bulge, and she began to slowly but firmly slide her hand up and down the length of my growing erection. She said "I saw you in the bedroom and I know what you've got in there, mister, and I want it."

A small moan escaped my lips, and Glenda began to undo my belt. She got the buckle undone, and then went for my zipper, a look of eagerness on her face. Her lust was making my cock harder than ever, and when she finally got my zipper undone she pulled my jeans and under wear down and my erect cock sprang out, already throbbing and dribbling a small amount of glistening pre cum from the tip. This seemed to drive her wild because she immediately got up off of the couch and knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock with her right hand and put it in her mouth.

Oh my God, it felt so good! Glenda's mouth was warm and tight, and as she gently sucked I knew I wouldn't last long. As soon as I had got hard, my foreskin had pulled back, but Glenda gripped my cock and pushed the foreskin back over the tip, then slid her tongue underneath it and swirled and licked my swollen, purple head all over, nearly making me cum right away. 

But Glenda was good. She could tell when I was getting close, and just as I was sure that I couldn't hold back any longer, she would ease up and do something else for a few minutes, licking and sucking my smoothly shaved balls, stroking my rigid shaft up and down, keeping me hard without driving me over the edge.

Glenda sucked and licked and stroked my throbbing cock until I thought I would go insane with pleasure and the need for release, when suddenly she looked me in the eyes and said " Cum for me honey. Shoot your load right in my mouth!" This was too much for me, and as she sucked, my cock exploded in ecstasy, sending jets of thick, warm cum spurting into Glenda's gorgeous mouth. She never stopped, she just kept sucking and stroking me, moaning and swallowing every drop of jizz that I had to give her.

When Glenda was done she lay back down on the chaise, and I stood up and moved over to the end where her feet were. She was laying there, legs slightly spread, and I could see that the crotch of her jeans was soaked with her own juices.

I moaned again, and said "Now it's my turn. I'm going to lick your hot, wet pussy until you cum."

I grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees, then slid them completely off and dropped them on the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear, which partially explained how her jeans got so wet, and I could see that she was literally dripping with sex. I moved in between her legs and spread them further apart, then lowered my face to her aching pussy and began to lick. I couldn't believe how good she tasted!

Glenda gasped and moaned and said "Ooohh yesss, oh my God! Mmmmmmm..."

As Glenda squirmed with pleasure, I ran my tongue up and down her sopping wet pussy lips, flicking her clit on the upward strokes, and slipping it inside her hole on the downward ones. I groaned and said "Sooo good. This is soooo fucking good! I've never had such a delicious pussy like this before."

I gently sucked on Glenda's swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue as she twisted and moaned, and as she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pushed my face harder into her pussy, she said "Mmmmm fuck baby that's sooo good. Stick your tongue in me. Lick me inside."

I spread Glenda's swollen labia apart, fully exposing her dark, pink hole and I plunged my eager tongue deep inside. Her pussy tasted sweet and salty, and her inner flesh was warm and smooth and it gripped my tongue as I licked and swirled and penetrated her, tasting her hot sex and letting it fill my senses.

I could suddenly feel Glenda tense up, and I knew she was close to climaxing. I slid my tongue inside her pussy deeper than ever, and as I grabbed her ass, she reared up and thrust her dripping hole against my mouth and came. Glenda's whole body began to spasm, and as her pussy contracted, I could feel her cum squirting into my mouth. She screamed "Ooooohhhhhhhhhuuhh! Oh fuck oh fuck yes don't stop! Unnnnnnnnnnhhhhh oooooohmyyyygoddd!" 

Glenda bucked and writhed as she orgasmed with my tongue still deep inside her, and my face was soaked with her juices. The smell of her pussy was everywhere, all over my face, in my nose, my mouth, my hair.

That smell made me so crazy with desire that my cock was already hard again. I pulled Glenda towards me and flipped her over onto her stomach, and drew her legs up over the edge of the black chaise lounge. With her bent over the edge of the couch, I got on my knees behind her and slid my rock hard cock into her pussy. She gasped and said "Oooh, yeah honey! Mmmm...just like that. Fuck me with your big fat dick!"

I continued to thrust and fuck and work Glenda's pussy with my cock, until I could feel that I was going to cum again. With my teeth clenched and my whole body vibrating like a tuning fork I shouted "Ooohhh...I'm gonna cum now! Cum with me baby! Cum on my cock!"

I came for the second time in 15 minutes, and this time I could barely control myself. I thrust my throbbing cock into Glenda's aching hole as deep as I could and emptied my balls into her. She started to cum, and as she dug her fingers into the couch cushion I grabbed her thighs with both hands and pulled her towards me until my balls were pressing hard up against her pussy, and she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy.

When it was over, we got dressed and Glenda went back to her apartment. But as she was leaving, she turned to me and said "I'm doing laundry tomorrow night. Maybe you could come down and keep me company while I wait? I'll make it worth your time..."



Naughty Neighbors



She was sucking him madly, deeply, with a consuming desire that would not quit. And he wanted so much more. He would have her, and so much more. Her head looked beautiful bobbing up and down between his thighs. She was a vacuum, and the pressure was immense. Ohh, could he hold it, or would he release? She would know in an instant--the same instant she would begin to taste his salty fluids releasing from deep within. As her tongue slid slowly back and forth across the head of his cock, she tasted the warm stickiness of his precum... and it drove her to suck him harder. God she wanted to taste him... consume him... take him to the edge and back. Her tongue slithered over his shaft, bathing every inch... then she slid her lips over him again, moaning around him... enjoying the fullness in her mouth. 

His thighs flexed and he arched up... thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth... his fingers tangled in her hair... pushing her down, clear down over him. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat but still wanted more... sucking furiously... nibbling... licking. 

Her eyes met his, sending a silent message to him... she wanted to taste him, wanted his hot creamy cum to fill up her mouth... and he knew it. He began to thrust wildly... fucking her mouth like a man possessed. She held on tight to him, waiting... wanting to feel that final thrust. He watched with wonder as her hunger for his throbbing cock drove her into a frenzy. His fullness disappeared repeatedly inside her mouth, and he simply marveled at her dedication. She wanted him to cum, to explode inside her mouth. And he was only too happy to oblige. 

He flexed, his thighs tight with the contours of his hamstrings. His muscles were bulging everywhere, and the closer he came to his release, the more rigid he became. 

He placed his hands on her head, urging her to take him deeper. And she complied, swallowing the length of his shaft down to the coarse hair, making him gasp. 

It was thrusting deep inside her mouth, his mushroom headed cock brushing the back of her throat. He was close, oh so close. 

He looked at her as she paused, the link between their minds obvious, and then she resumed sucking his engorged cock. His thrusts were faster, harder, deeper, and he wanted to explode. 

She stopped at the top, then plunged down again, then paused a second time as her lips curled over her teeth and descended over his shaft. He gasped, arched his back, and thrust into her mouth a final time, exploding in a fury. She grasped the base of his shaft tightly in her hand as he exploded into her mouth... sucking just on the head of him, milking every drop of that hot, salty, sticky cum. She moaned out loud as it filled her mouth... waiting for the last of it to spurt out before she swallowed it down. 

Slowly moving back up his body, she kissed him wildly... teasing his lips with hers. Then positioning herself on his lap, with her pussy just inches from his still hard cock... she slid down... impaling herself on him. She gasped as her pussy stretched to accomodate his fullness. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to move... with him thrusting upward, long deep thrusts into her heat. 

Tossing her head back, letting her hair fall across her shoulders... breathing deeply through parted lips... her breasts bouncing as they moved together in one fluid motion. She felt his hands cup her breasts... teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Her pussy clenched in response... she gasped... knowing her climax was not far away at all... He wrapped his arms around her as she slithered back up his body, appreciating the swell of her breasts, the feel of her hard nipples on his chest. 

He moaned in delight as she kissed him deeply, then growled ravenously as he felt her pussy slide down to his pulsing cock. And then when she impaled herself on him, his eyes glazed over in utter bliss. 

Rapidly she descended, taking him fully inside her hot pussy. Her lips parted, stretching to allow his raging cock to slide inside to the depth of his balls. And he began to thrust in the same rhythm she was. 

Together, they became one motion. Fluid, graceful, and fulfilling. She rose, he dropped, then she descended again, and he thrust. Yes, this is what they wanted. A union, connected beyond doubt, one link between them as their bodies coupled as one. 

Their motion intensified, as instincts took over. Feral deep fucking, his cock plunging deeper inside her pussy, as they both worked to an earth shattering climax. He was a piston, non stop in and out, and she was the receiver, taking him in, sucking his head and holding him there, then releasing it to plow forth again. 

Slowly, this climax was building. Slowly, they neared release. It was fantastic. It was perfect. And soon, this eruption would be the culmination. And so they continued. She was on the verge of explosion... white hot liquid gushing from her, coating him fully as he continued to stroke inside her... moving deliciously slow... then faster... faster... so much deeper than before. Her chest rose and fell, his hands still cupping her breasts... holding them as if he couldn't bear to part with them. 

She cried out his name... over and over again... her pussy clamped down hard on his cock... feeling it pulsating deep within her womb, knowing his release was coming as well. Her body shuddered... weak... but wanting more... wanting him so desperately. 

Feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against her skin... pulsing shaft ready to release his load within her. She was ready... waiting... wanting... legs around him, giving herself to him. She sensed his urgency... the overwhelming need as he thrust once more, deeply... shooting his hot load of cum into her. He pulsed... and shot more... again and again... it was wonderful, delicious, and never-ending. 

She wrapped herself in his arms, relishing the effects of his lovemaking. Her body slick with perspiration, hot... very satisfied. She rested against his chest... her breathing returning to normal... and looked deep into his eyes... He felt himself exploding, releasing gush after gush of his seed within her hot channel. Her pussy was draining him of all he had, and it felt fantastic. That final thrust had been a powerful one, and she had pounced on him with fierce determination, knowing his load would be a heavy, womb-coating hot one. And it was. His cock throbbed, finally releasing the last of the swirling tide inside her, overflooding each other with his juices and hers. 

Spent, drained, and utterly exhausted, they collapsed onto each other. Her silky fine body felt warm and comforting against his. As she looked deep into his eyes, he looked into hers. 

He locked into her gaze, fierce, passionate, and content. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. They lay prone, together, skin against skin. And they felt the beat of one another's hearts within their chests. 

It was a beautiful melody. First his beat, then hers, then, as one, theirs. And they realized, this was a moment of wonderfully fulfilled pleasures. Both were mutually satisfied. And they knew this would be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, two neighbors, pleasuring one another, for days yet to come. 



Naughty Neighbour



Nothing had ever happened except pleasant exchanges between us. Margaret was a widow who had moved into the flat next to mine some two years earlier. I imagined that she must be in her early sixties, and had led an uneventful life. On a couple of occasions we had shared a late afternoon tea, and being a typical male, I had found myself taking the chance to eye up her figure. Margaret had kept herself in good shape and dressed well if somewhat simply. She favoured skirts and high heels, and I had flirted gently with her about this, complementing her on her slim ankles, she seemed to enjoy the attention.

One particular summer evening, we were enjoying a drink together. Margaret was dressed in a nice tight fitting summer dress, with a belted waist. Her slim legs seemed to be clad in sheer nylons, and as always she wore her high heels. This time they were shapely, Italian leather, and sported a nice slim three-inch heel. Margaret was a shoe 'dangler', unintentionally I believe, yet it had the effect on me which it does with most men. I found my courage, amongst other things, rising to the occasion! Placing my cup gently back on the saucer, my mind was racing with the fantasy of running my hands and tongue over those long legs, of slipping off her shoes and gently taking her toes into my mouth...

'are you alright, you look miles away?'... My attention was brought abruptly back into the room. I felt embarrassed, as if caught out. I mumbled an apology, and with a pounding heart decided to take a risk.

'Margaret, you are not an unattractive woman' the words just tumbled out of my lips. 

She broke into a wide smile. 

'I do get some looks' she admitted ' but I never thought you were into that sort of thing'. Not quite knowing what 'that sort of thing was' I followed through with a slightly quizzical look. 

'Oh I've noticed you looking at my legs before' she stated, whilst letting them cross with a gentle swish. 

'They're not bad are they, for a woman of my age?' I stuttered some sort of reply, and found myself kneeling in front of her, automatically now running my hands up the back of her legs, feeling the bliss of sheer nylon as my hands glided over the soft muscles, savouring every moment. 

Margaret caught her breath, ' I haven't felt anything like this for ages' she moaned softly, and gently lifted one leg which now went over my shoulder. 

I turned my head to gently kiss and lick at the inside of her thigh that was now an inch from my face. Margaret reached for her cup, and took a sip of the now cold tea; 

She gestured for me to move back, which I reluctantly did. I then watched as if hypnotised as she raised her cup, and then so slowly just tilted it. Little trickles of tea ran over the edge, and splashed onto her stockings, causing tiny rivers to run down her legs. Something about the sight of pure nylon being 'disheveled' in this way created a surge of excitement in me. My heart pounded faster, and my already erect cock felt as though it would soon explode. 

I lapped eagerly at the trickles, causing Margaret to shriek with laughter, saying how ticklish she was. I lifted both of her legs causing her to fall further back into the settee. Holding both of her legs in a giant V shape, I nuzzled each ankle in turn, hungrily kissing and sucking, as if to hoover up any remaining moisture. To my delight it was then that I noticed that Margaret's nylons were not only sheer, but also fully-fashioned and seamed. 

I slipped off her left shoe, and gently grated my teeth along the reinforced heel and sole. This was ecstasy and Margaret's cat like groans indicated that she was enjoying the moment too. Running my hands down her legs, I found the silky material of her French knickers, and grasping firmly pulled them down her legs, over her shoes, tossing them to one side. 

I needed and wanted this woman now. 

I plunged my head down between her legs, my tongue eagerly seeking her sex. With my hands either side of her thighs supporting her legs, I was able to play and toy with her suspenders whilst licking and probing with my tongue. 

'Oh god, please don't stop, I can't hold back' cried Margaret through broken gasps for breath. Stopping was the last thing on my mind, nylon clad legs on the other hand were, quite literally! 

I closed my eyes and savoured in the sensation of rasping my tongue between her soft skin, and the sheer taught nylon that wrapped around her shapely thighs. Each time my tongue moved from her love button, my hair was pulled firmly and my head redirected. Pulling me deeply into her, it was clear she had gone to far, her head arched back, and I began the final 'assault' with a series on long deep slow licks of the tongue. On the fifth, Margaret erupted. 

The grip on my hair intensified as her body was racked into an orgasm that tore through her fiercely and passionately. With a pounding heart, I pulled back, and gripping my rock hard cock, nuzzled up against her before thrusting myself home. Margaret's legs were now wrapped around my neck. As I thrust my hot cock up to the hilt I was able to lick along the golden arch of her nylon clad foot. 

'Fuck me hard you naughty boy' came softly from her lips. I needed no further encouragement, within three thrusts I felt my self explode inside of her. 

Thrusting my hips forward, whilst kissing, clutching and embracing her tiny and manicured foot. We lay together for a few moments before I withdrew, and took myself off to the bathroom to 'freshen up'. When I returned Margaret greeted me with the warmest smile, she looked so demure and correct, and rewarded me with a gentle swish of her nylon clad legs as she crossed her shapely thighs. I took my chair opposite her, amazed at just how controlled she appeared and marveled at the deeply wonderful and sensuous power that women can have over we men...it felt so good. 



Naughty Neighbour



This is a true story about me and my neighbour which happened about a year ago, the names have been changed but not much else.

Hi, my name is Bob. I am in my early fifties. I am married and have two kids, and my wife is four years younger than me. A little more on my wife; she is fat and uninterested in sex. She does not look after herself at all, no exercise to speak of. She won't even walk up to the shops, which are only five minutes away. They are just a few of the reasons I let this happen.

My job relocated about fifteen years ago, around fifty miles from London, so I thought it better to relocate my family instead of commuting.

Our new immediate next door neighbours were both older than me. Ron was sixty one, and Jean was sixty two. Jean was fair looking, had a nice smile and was very petite. Ron, on the other hand, was quite a big fella, almost a total mismatch to Jean, but not in the best of health. We, as neighbours, got on fairly well. We had been for drinks around to each other's homes and had been out for meals together on several occasions.

As I mentioned, Ron's health was a bit poorly, and one evening unknown to me till later, Ron had been taken into hospital, and Jean said he may be in for a couple of weeks. Jean didn't drive, so to go and visit Ron in hospital, she would need to take a bus or cab. I offered to take Jean in my car whenever she needed to go.

Let me fill you in on something that happened about three years ago around Christmas time. I do like a drink like most people on occasions, and this was an occasion (Christmas). My wife and I had been out at another neighbours place for a few drinks. My wife does not drink much and I was a bit merry but not as I did not know what I was doing.

My wife said to me, "I think we should be leaving now."

As it was around midnight and she had to go to work the next day. We both said 'bye to our friends and started walking back home just a few doors down. As we passed Ron and Jean's house I noticed the light in their kitchen window was on. Me being in the state I was, I thought I would just go and say hi to them. My wife said she was tired and going home, so I went on my own, up to the front door and rang the bell. Ron answered the door and asked me to come in. I said I was just passing and thought I'd say hi. I went in and Ron asked if I would like a drink which I declined, but we all three chatted for about twenty minutes.

I said, "I'll be off now, I'll see you in the morning."

Ron was a bit tipsy so did not get up. Jean saw me to the door. They have a small hallway so there are two doors, an inner door, and then a main door. Jean closed the first door so not to let the heat out, not completely but just ajar. Greetings between Jean and I are usually a kiss on the lips (just a quick peck), but this time I wanted it to last a bit longer. Jean was not having this, she just pushed me away lightly, saying, "'Bye, Bob."

I said, "Sorry, it must be the drink in me."

Jean replied, "Good night, Bob. I know you've had a few drinks."

This was never mentioned again.

Back to now, as I mentioned Ron was in hospital. Jean came round one evening and asked if I could take her to the hospital the next day. I said I'd be happy to. I was on my own as my wife and kids were visiting her mother back in London for a few days.

Next day I took Jean to the hospital and we both sat and chatted with Ron for a couple of hours. I thought I'd give Jean and Ron a few minutes by themselves, so I said 'bye to Ron, and said to Jean, "Jean, I'll see you in the coffee shop downstairs when you are ready."

Jean and I both were making small talk on the journey back home.

As I parked, Jean said, "Come round and I'll make you a cup of coffee, as a thank you for taking me to the hospital."

"No, it's okay, I've just had one at the hospital, and there's no need to thank me, Jean. It was nice to have seen Ron too," I replied.

To which Jean replied, "I'll not take no for an answer, come on, you can have something else."

I could only submit, and say, "Okay just for a few minutes then."

She poured out some wine for both of us and we sat and chatted. She sat to my left, sitting fairly close but not too close.

The talk got round to Ron and his health. Jean said that Ron really had not been too well for a number of years now, something like four. She also mentioned that they had not been intimate for just as long. I was not sure why she was mentioning this.

Then I tried to remember the last time I had sex. It wasn't four years, but, it was probably something like four months. I could not remember. Then the biggest surprise, as she said Ron was unable to make her happy as a woman because of his illness, she took my hand which she was already holding, and slowly placed it onto her thigh. She was wearing a skirt but no stockings. I was a bit taken aback and was unsure what to say or do.

She went on to say, "I remember you wanted to kiss me. Please, can you now."

I replied, "Are you sure, Jean? I was a bit drunk that day," then apologised almost immediately. "Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. I would like to have kissed you even if I were not drunk."

She then moved much closer, slowly moved towards me and kissed me. I was unsure, so just ended up as a peck.

Jean looked at me and said, "Kiss me like you wanted to that day." Then she put her lips onto mine. We both kissed very passionately, both our tongues darting in and out. I sucked Jean's tongue and she in turn sucked on mine. We were like this for what seemed like ages; our kiss was very wet, almost dripping as we both sucked each other. We were enjoying this like we were long lost lovers who had just met and not had sex for quite some time.

I was stroking Jean's thigh, and my hand was moving higher up with each movement. She did not seem to complain. In fact she put her hand on my growing bulge and stroked it softly. Then with some reluctance on my part, Jean broke off our passionate kiss, at which point I thought, oh well, that was nice.

She then said, "Let's go up, Bob."

"Jean, I hope we're not making a big mistake that we'll regret," I replied.

In a soft voice, Jean said, "I want this just as much as you do, I'm sure. It's been a long time."

We walked slowly towards the stairs. Jean led me by the hand upstairs into their bedroom where she started to take off her clothes. I took that as a sign for me to do the same.

Jean asked, "Do you wear boxers, Bob?"

I replied, "Yes," thinking, why is she asking me this!

Again in a very soft tone, Jean said, "Take off everything but your boxers."

Jean then said, "I knew today would be the day. I've been planning this for a few days now. And was hoping and wishing you would play along. And also, I've got a surprise for you, which I hope you'll like."

As if this all up to this point was not a surprise, I did not know what she was talking about.

I asked, "What sort of surprise?"

She said as she took off her knickers, "I haven't been hairless down here for many years, and was wondering if you don't think I'm too old... and you like what you see... could you please... lick my clit?"

Without hesitation, my reply came with a bit of a frog in my throat. "I... I'd... I... I'll do anything you want, Jean."

With that, Jean lay on the bed, brought up her knees and spread them.

Jean beckons me over with her finger, "Come on Bob, I hope you like it like this?"

I moved in between her legs, looked at her pussy and just said, "Fuckin hell Jean, I know I'm going to love this."

For a lady who's in her sixties I thought Jean was in great shape. She seems so frail in that very tiny frame. Her skin, so "clean" no wrinkles or blemishes, a few freckles but otherwise just a smooth, glowing pink all over. Her tits, not big, for me just right, perky, a nice hand full. Her nipples like the tip of a little finger, thick and stuck out half an inch at least.

I wet my tongue and placed it at the bottom of her slit. Her pussy has nice rosy pink lips (something my wife does not have -- camel toe), I started to move up towards the clit, when I reached there, Jean gives out a bit of a moan, then says, "Oh Bob I've waited a long time for this feeling."

I wanted to get to those tits, I worked on her clit for a little while, then ever so slowly moved up, licking and kissing her stomach. I get to her right tit first, it was amazingly firm, I sucked on her nipple while my right hand squeezed her left tit. Both her hands were on the back of my head.

Jean is wriggling her body, instructing me, "Harder Bob, suck them hard baby."

I don't know why but I said, "I don't want to hurt you babes."

Jean instantly replied, in a more dominant tone, "I like it hard, please don't disappoint me, I've been waiting a long time for this."

Jean groans, "That's it babes, hard, suck fuckin' hard."

This was the first time I'm sure, I herd Jean use dirty language.

There were soft moans, and loud cries from Jean. After a few minutes, Jean brought my head up to hers and kissed me passionately. My cock, at boiling point.

I moved back to her tits for a little while. Then licked and kissed my way back down to her pussy lips, she was very wet. I pushed the hood back and suck her clit.

Jean, moaned. "Oh Bob, oh Bob, yes."

I lifted my head, looked up, and saw Jean had her eyes closed.

I called her name, "Jean?"

Her eyes opened and looked at me.

With a taste of nectar on my tongue, I say to her, "You taste magnificent Jean."

I then went back down and started licking between her slit and sucked her pussy lips, then back to her rosy pink clit, I sucked this as Jean was now just moaning, "Oh Bob, hard babes, go hard."

Her hands were on the back of my head pushing it onto her groin. Her hips were bucking up and down, slow at first then faster and faster. I was nibbling her clit between my lips, when all of a sudden Jean's body stiffens. She was pushing my head down really hard and shouted, "I'm cumming...fucking hell, Bob, I'm cumming. Don't you dare fucking stop, you bastard."

With that she pushed my head even harder into her. I was still just managing to move my tongue across her clit. She was still stiff, her hips in the air, she lifted my head off her, and started to shake as she come down from her orgasm and slowly rested her body back onto the bed.

"Are you okay, Jean?" I asked.

She didn't say anything, she was still shaking.

I asked again, "Jean... you okay?"

Jean replied, with an angryish tone. "Yes you bastard, I haven't cum like that for over three years."

I was extremely surprised at the tone of voice and the language Jean was using. To see and talk to Jean in everyday circumstances, you would never in a million years guess this was Jean in her night life. I was not complaining, in fact it was a big turn on.

I moved up and lay on my side facing Jean, looking up and down her body, Jean was on her back, after a few minutes her breathing become sort of normal, less heavy, less panting. Jean turned to face me, placed a hand on top of my hip, and moved it slowly, down my thigh and back up, continuing doing his as we both looked at each other. Then slowly moved it down towards my cock, she traced out my cock through the fabric of my boxers, and then started squeezing my cock through the boxers.

In a girly kind of way said, "Okay, Bob let's get this in action."

She kissed me then moved down to remove my boxers, sliding them off my erect cock. She looked at my cock. "Fucking hell, Bob, I don't know if this will fit. It looks bigger than my vibrator."

She continued, saying, "I've used a vibrator for quite some time now, as Ron is unable to... well you know...anymore."

She reached over to a bedside cabinet and opens the top draw, reached in and pulled out a vibrator. It was black and about six or seven inches long. She placed it alongside my cock.

With a bit of a shock to her voice, said, "Bloody hell Bob, your cocks longer than my vibrator, and frigging much fatter!"

I asked, "Are you okay with it, you don't have to... if you don't want to?"

She replied, "I'm going to get it in, don't you worry about that."

She put the vibrator back and closed the draw. She then placed both hands onto my cock and kissed the head. Her tongue come out and licked it, there was precum all over it, and Jean just lapped it up.

"Nice!" She said.

She took the head into her mouth and started to suck on it, she took one hand away, placed it on my chest and started pumping the shaft with the other.

After a couple of minutes, I had to let Jean know, "Holly shit, Jean, you're going to make me cum soon!"

She slowed down a bit, but continued sucking and licking it for about ten minutes or so.

Then with some excitement to her voice said, "OKAY, let's get it in, Bob!"

She spat onto the cock and smeared it all over the shaft, she then got up and straddled over me. Jean slapped her pussy a couple of times with her hand, and said, "Let's feed this cunt of mine, Bob!"

She lowered herself down. Just as her pussy was over the tip of my cock, she said, "Help me get it in, Bob."

I moved my hands over to her pussy and with my fingers each side I parted her lips. She started to lower herself and as the head just went in, Jean gasped. "Holy fuck Bob, that's a big cockhead."

She rose up, and then lowered herself down again, this time getting a bit more in, I moved my hands onto her hips and helped her to push down; after a few strokes it is in. On the final down stroke, she stayed down; I could feel the tip of my cockhead pushing at her cervix.

I asked, "You okay Jean?"

To which she replied, looking up at the ceiling, "Yes, it feels sooo fucking nice."

Then she started to move up and down in slow movements. After a while I started thrusting up to meet her, and we were now fucking in an extremely sensual manner, nice and slow. The pace picked up after about fifteen minutes of this. We were fucking quite at some pace then come a speech from Jean, "Come on Bob you bastard, I know you've wanted this for a long time, just like me. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, come on, fuck meeee."

There was an animalistic look in her eyes as she stared into mine.

I had to pull her back somehow, and said to Jean, "Jean your frightening me, slow down."

I'd never known this woman to talk in this manner before. I suppose sex brings out the beast in most people. Usually Jean was such a quite lady, very prim and proper in all the time I have known her.

Then after another five minutes she stopped, and at the top of her voice shouted, "Holy fucking hell Bob, I'm cummming!"

She lifted her hips and my cock slipped out, and she squirted all over my chest.

Very apologetic she looked at me. "Shit, Bob, I'm sooo sorry, I've never done that before in my life."

I couldn't believe it! I thought this only happened in porn stuff.

I shockingly said to Jean. "Fucking hell, Jean, that was so fucking sexy. You really are a fucking bitch. Can you do it again?"

With that she lowed herself back onto my cock. It is so wet now that she slips onto it really nicely and felt like it was going much deeper now. We were again fucking at a fast pace, me mauling her tits. There was a squelching sound of our fucking filling the room as well as the aroma of sex, skin clashing on skin, both looking into each other's eyes with a lust; seemed like real true animal-like lust. 

We both grunting each time my cock was fully home, my cock pounding at her cervix with every blow. It was amazing that our energy levels were so high, especially Jean's. I could feel I was going to blow, when Jean again stopped lifted off and squirted, shouting at the top of her voice, "Bob, I'm cummmmming," with clenched teeth and her face looking angry. (She looked like an angel to me.) "I'm cummmmming Bob, this is for you, you bastard."

There was much more of her love juice. Jean squirted high in the air and it come down all over my chest, three squirts, the amount in the third was just as much as the first squirt.

All I could say was, "fantastic bitch, you're a real whore Jean. I think I love you."

She fell onto my chest, exhausted and panting, then with one hand guided my cock back into her. With my cock again buried in her, we didn't move for a couple of minutes, then I feel her cunt muscles squeezing my cock, it was an incredible feeling.

I let Jean know, "Jean, I love your cunt."

We were sliding our lubricated bodies against each other with Jean's love juice; her cunt muscles squeezed even harder and held tight for longer each time. Then, each time she released me, I pulled out and back in, where she squeezed again. (Fan Fucking-tastic).

I asked Jean, "Jean I'm going to cum soon, do you want to get off?"

Jean replied, "No, cum in me, I want to feel that feeling of cum blowing into my cunt."

We were again fucking in a sensual slow fuck, and it was going to blow my load.

I asked her again, "Are you sure you want me to cum in you Jean?"

In a soft tone, Jean said, "Yes, whenever you are ready, Bob."

It was time, I clenched Jean's ass cheek's one in each hand, waited till my next in thrust, held it in, squeezed her ass really fucking hard, whereupon, Jean squeezed my cock with her cunt, and I blew my first load, "Ahhh you bitch," was the only thing I could say.

I pulled out then back in for the next burst, with the same clenching and squeezing sequence.

This time I shouted at Jean, "You fuckin' whore Jean."

Each time I came, Jean shouted back, "Blow, you bastard, blow!"

There were four 'AMAZING' bursts.

Jean said to me, "Ohh, Bob, I can feel every drop, it feels fantastic, you're a real gusher. Now my cunt feel's fed."

After the final burst I was going to pull out but Jean said, "don't pull out. Leave it in, Bob."

I could feel cum leaking out of Jean and running down my ass. Jean was slowly milking me with her cunt. It was incredible to think she could even do this at her age.

We fell asleep, and we lay like that for almost two hours. I awoke first and realised Jean was still on top of me. The next thing I realised was that my cock was still in Jean, and on that notion, my cock started to harden again. Jean must have sensed this as she stirred, turned her head to look at me, with a dirty grin on her face says, "Hi, Bob, I can feel you, you naughty neighbour."

I, with a smile, say, "Hi Jean I think I should get back home now?"

With a quizzical look on her face, she said, "What, and leave that thing unattended? I think I'd like to take care of that before you go."

She pushed herself up, lifting her hips, and my cock made a popping sound as the head released itself from Jean's pussy. Cum trickled out like an open tap from her pussy and onto my cock. Jean was looking down between us at this.

She then made another speech. "Now that's what I call a cunt load of cum. Ron never came like half of that...ever...but then...his tool is less than half your cock. I call his a tool because it's not a cock compared to yours, and he never lasted more than six minutes, sucking or fucking, that's why I have never cum like I did today."

She told me later that Ron can't keep an erection for long.

Jean took hold of my cock and started to lick it clean, from balls to the tip of my cockhead, then taking my cock into her mouth and out. "Fucking hell, Bob, you're a big bastard." She said with her wide open eye's looking at me.

Jean then sucked just on my cockhead as she squeezing the shaft hard, and wanked me off. This went on for a while.

Although I was rock hard, and Jean was working really hard on my cock, I did not sense that I was going to cum. I said to Jean, "Jean, it's okay, you don't have to... just leave it...I don't mind really."

She just looked up at me and started to wank me harder, squeezing harder, sucking harder. Oh this felt so, so, good, then five minutes later I did sense I was going to cum.




Naughty Neighbour



I let her know, "Jean, I'm there, I'm going to cum, you can take it out."

She looked back up at me and shook her head, as if to 'say no fucking way.'

She kept wanking me off extremely fast, I was there, I let off a massive load, fucking hell did I blow off several spurts. 

I shouted, "Fuck!" With every blast.

Jean was looking at me the whole time while she was milking me, my cum filling her mouth, and kept on wanking and sucking, she swallowed most of it, but cum was trickling from her mouth.

I satisfyingly said to Jean, "Oh fuck Jean you really know how to please a man. You're a real pro."

She kept hold of my cock, took her mouth off and licked her lips with her tongue, then wiped her lips with her other hand.

Looking hungrily at me, she squeezed and shook my cock, and said, "This cock and my cunt are going to have great fucking sessions."

I replied, "Jean, I didn't know you were such a naughty lady, such a dirty cow, a squirting bitch, a foul mouthed whore. If you would allow me, I would love to enjoy your body again, and again, and again."

To which Jean said, "Bob, had I known that night three years ago that this is what I was missing, let me tell you, I would not have turned you away, I am now really sorry for what I have missed out on. I love this cock, you bastard, and I'm going to keep it. This cock and my cunt are going to be best friends." 

This is a true story, and the adventure continues, with a bit of a twist...



Naughty Neighbour



So having moved to a new area it was a delight to find that all our new neighbours seemed very friendly, most having children of their own, and accommodating. It was new estate and therefore at some stage everybody was new. To this end the older couple who lived at the opening to the estate organised a little get together and everybody got on famously.

Being the sort of gent that enjoys the company of ladies and appreciates the conversation, attitude and indeed pleasures that only a lady can provide I surveyed the new neighbours for prospective 'fantasy fodder' and I was not disappointed. Although the bathroom/en-suites had frosted glass if you screwed your eyes up tight and used a degree of imagination it was almost, just almost possible, to see the forms behind them. Over the weeks and months that followed both myself and my lovely wife got to know some of the neighbours well and enjoyed their company greatly. As time progressed I began to feel that my next door neighbour, a lovely young lady from Northern Ireland, was taking a little more interest in me than was strictly necessary and being a family man, albeit with a roving eye, I took it at face value and just flirted a little. I had often noticed that when I was home alone Katie would be in her garden in little shorts and a skimpy vest top but hey it was summer. Of course I took every opportunity to study her form and could often make out the outline of her nipples as they stiffened in the breeze. Again being sensible I did not act upon this merely watched, enjoyed and perhaps fantasised.

Now my work takes me all over the country and even sometimes to Northern Ireland, Katie's birthplace and having mentioned in passing that I was going to be working a weekend there in late December it came as something of a surprise when she said she was going home just before Christmas to see family, deliver presents, and catch up with old friends -- the same weekend I was going to be there..... I thought little of it until two days prior to that weekend when she asked where I was staying and if I fancied a 'wee' drink on the Saturday night. Naturally I expected that she would be out with friends both nights but commented that wouldn't it be odd for me to join her and friends. She replied that it might not be a good idea to do that, so quizzically I said but it is just a drink or two isn't it? So we exchanged numbers, I had never had any reason to have her number previously, and off I merrily went to Belfast. Friday evening went by and Saturday at work all I could think was what will happen this evening still innocently thinking I'd see the sights and some nice bars but not really expecting anything erotic.

After work had finished I texted Katie to say I was done and that I could be ready in about half an hour after sprucing myself up (just jeans and a smart shirt) and she replied suggesting that she was looking forward to it and was already 'dolled up'. I had showered and was just about to get dressed when there was a knock on my door. With just a towel draped around me I suspiciously opened the door a little, perhaps expecting a maid or other hotel staff only to find a very giggly and slightly tipsy Katie. I had no choice but to ask her in and oh my word did she look good. I had seen her sort of dressed up before but not in her Saturday night finery. Just above the knee tight fitting and low cut black dress, black patent heels, sheer black holdups (as I later found out), and a little fur jacket. With her hair poker straight she looked incredible and I knew that my towel was going to struggle to contain what I was fighting below. I complimented her profusely and gave her a little peck on the cheek being very careful to keep my rapidly hardening cock at distance. She joked that I seemed surprised how well she scrubbed up and all I could do was jibber and say that I did not expect her to look quite as hot as she did and that I had not realised her figure was quite as good as I was now seeing. She quickly threw back my hot comment teasing me by saying that she had no idea I found her hot but also teasing saying that I must have known what her figure was like from all the times I had watched her in the garden. Blushing I turned away and made for my en-suite to get dressed. Bold as brass, well she is Northern Irish she asked why I needed to get dressed in en-suite to which I replied that I was in no state to get dressed in front of her even if I had wanted to.

At this point I could have just walked into bathroom to get dressed but feeling horny as hell and with a tipsy little minx all teasing and hot I decided what the hell and as my hard on had subsided to a semi I just turned around, took off my towel and reached for my boxer shorts. Initially she had been pouring herself a drink and so had not seen my towel come off but as she saw me in her peripheral vision her head swung around to see me in all my glory. To my delight her expression was priceless and her mouth formed a huge O as she could barely speak. When words did come out all she said to start with was 'Wow, so it is true'. Somewhat surprised I said what? Oh ages ago your wife had said to a few of us when drunk that you were, let's say, very well proportioned, but I did not expect that!!

To be honest I still did not know quite what to expect but having shown myself off in a CFNM way I was pretty much going to have to do something and so I moved within reach at which point she took me in her hand and gave two or three strokes, which was all it took to get me fully erect. Even thinking back what happened next still surprises me. Without a word she just bobbed down and took me in her mouth, taking me deep and clearly enjoying it. With one hand wrapped around me and the other disappearing up her skirt I stood there completely entranced. There was my gorgeous neighbour, fully dressed, in my hotel room, sucking me off whilst masturbating. It took a great effort of will not to cum right away and even more effort to withdraw from her but I needed to. For one I wanted to enjoy her fully and for two I wanted to watch her play with herself. Whether we would make it out for drinks was very debateable at this stage. As I withdrew she thought something was wrong but I quickly put her at ease, well maybe not at ease, by standing her up bending her over and pulling her dress up over her hips revealing her peachy ass with just the tiniest thong between her cheeks barely covering her pussy. I told her to carry on playing for me as I slapped her right ass cheek. The gasp of surprise from her was followed by a guttural moan of delight as she felt my hand come to rest on her again. I briefly stepped away to see her hand between her legs and as I stepped away she stopped. Do not stop until I tell you too Katie I want to watch you first....

As she masturbated frantically I could tell her orgasm was building and wickedly told her to stop. I went forward, removed her thong but left her fully dressed then spanked her again, but this time more rapidly and with each slap she moaned louder. I really could not resist any more and edged my fully hard cock towards her very slick and puffy lips. She pushed backwards until I was just in at which point I spanked her and thrust deep inside. It was the first time I have seen a woman orgasm from the first thrust but I had a feeling she was nowhere near done so carried on with us both looking the mirror enjoying the sight greatly. Before I pulled out she had cum twice more, partly due to her reddened bum, partly due to her clit flicking and I hope partly due to me filling her so full of cock. I held my orgasm back as I wanted to feel desperate for her all night whilst we were out and did not want to go out feeling spent. She sucked me a little more tasting herself all over me and I must confess that I needed to spend some time eating her but she remained dressed the entire time, so our spouses could hardly complain surely....

Reluctantly we both straightened ourselves up a little, I even got dressed, though I did not allow her to put her thong back on as I loved the idea of her bare pussy being out in the cold. And out for a few 'wee' drinks we went.

This is all completely as it happened and of course we were back at my hotel later after some naughtiness when out in the town....