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The Neighbor

By: happy_camper



I'm no angel. I got married too young and soon learned that variety was indeed the spice of life. I was working in an industry that required me to travel extensively. While on the road, I discovered a very interesting fact. Women get horny--even the pretty ones. So, I spent my 20's fucking everything in sight.

Then I got divorced. It's not what you may think. She never figured out why I usually came home exhausted. No, I returned from a trip and found my wife with the neighbor's dick buried in her ass. Being the two-faced, rotten bastard that I am, I took a few polaroids and sued her for divorce.

A few years later, I decided I was older, wiser and needed to settle down. I was dating a model who was everything a man could want. She had only two hang-ups. First, she didn't think she was good looking because her boobs were too small. Second, because she was born with a rather long vagina, she didn't think bigger was better--it was essential.

She'd discovered that in her first marriage. She'd married her high school sweetheart, and he was her one and only. She'd never slept with anyone else. Then her agent showed her the error of her ways. After a contract signing, they went out for drinks and wound up in his condo. They got a little drunk, and he asked her if she'd like to see his prize trophy. She said she would and saw her first ten-inch hard-on. That's when she discovered how deep her pussy really was. She went home that night, took one look at her husband's six-inch cock, and filed for divorce.

While we were dating, she was still looking. I knew of at least three guys she was fucking on the side. She'd discovered ten inches wasn't as big as they came. I don't know why, but when I suggested we get hitched, she said, "yes," but there was a stipulation. The marriage vows would be sacred. Neither of us would fuck anyone else. Then she smiled and said, "unless we're both there."

We talked about that over the next few years, but nothing ever happened. I wanted to watch her fucked by another guy. She wanted to see me fuck another woman. I suggested another couple. She said a threesome was her limit.

So, we remained monogamous. At least I think she was faithful. I was... until I had to go next door to set up the neighbor's computer. That changed our life... for the better.

Heidi teaches Sunday School and is active in the PTA. She's a sucker for every community project that comes along, whether it be a walk-a-thon or contributing to public television. A real pillar of the community. ...She also writes porn. A lot of it. Her husband's job doesn't pay all that well, so she augments it by making about $500 a week writing. But that's her secret life, one that she doesn't share with many.

Needless to say, I've been tempted. The package is very nice. Long blond hair. A tight body. A great ass. And she always wraps it in tight shorts and a halter top. The real kicker came one morning when I overheard her describing to my wife how she did book research online with cybersex partners. She went into detail on how she surfed naked and fingered herself to an orgasm while she chatted. Needless to say, I wanted to smell her computer keyboard. I got a raging hard-on and attacked my wife as soon as Heidi left.

Anyway, I'd just gotten home from a long business trip. My wife had sated some of my urges the night before, but I needed more after my lengthy absence. Unfortunately, she had to go to an assignment, leaving home alone--and horny. That's when Heidi called to say she'd bought a new computer. While she knew how to produce books on one, she hadn't the foggiest how to set it up. Did I have time to help? You bet I did!

I went over and moved the old machine into her kid's room. I was rewarded with hot cookies and coffee. Then I unpacked the new computer and began setting it up.

She walked in with more coffee. "So what's this going to cost me?" I told her cookies and coffee were fine. My skills weren't anywhere near the technician-for-hire level. In fact, she should be looking through the yellow pages for someone to fix what I screwed up. She grinned. "I'll come up with something." Before she left, I noticed something about Heidi that I'd not seen before. The halter and shorts were tight enough for me to see she didn't believe in wearing a bra or panties.

I was on my back, routing wires, when she returned. I glanced up and wondered what she'd been doing. He nipples were pushing the front of the halter to the point that little was left to the imagination. I felt a stirring and had to start counting cards in my head. Being on my back as I was, my erection would show through my light shorts.

"What are you doing?"

"There's a gazillion wires behind a computer. I'm tying them up. Then I'll plug everything into the surge protector while I'm down here.

She didn't say anything, and I thought she'd left. I noticed I was losing my concentration. My mind kept bouncing back to those nipples... and I began sucking them. I thought about Heidi's tanned legs and the way her pussy lips' outline showed through the stretched, tight shorts. Then I thought about her ass. I'm a connoisseur of female asses, and that did it. I felt a stirring in my crotch. It wouldn't be long before the pole was up, and my shorts were a tent.

"My, my! What have we here?"

Before I could respond, I felt a tugging at my shorts. Glancing down, I saw Heidi staring at the outline of my dick and wanting to see more. I shrugged. What the hell? I lifted my hips, and she slipped my shorts and briefs to my ankles. My cock stood straight up, demanding attention. "Oh, my. ...I think I need a ruler."

She was kidding. Before I could respond, she had slid her moist lips over the head and was heading down the shaft. She didn't get very far before she choked. That didn't stop her. She got as much as she could in her mouth and wrapped her hands around the rest, working very hard to jack me off.

I contemplated my situation. This was the first time since I'd married Gretchen that another woman had had my dick in her mouth. Was I breaking our vows? The President had said oral sex wasn't sex, and at that moment, I agreed with him. I decided to keep my silence and let nature run its course. I was still very horny from my trip and enforced abstinence.

As quickly as she had pounced on my dick, she was off it. But only for a few seconds, long enough to strip of her halter and shorts. When I saw her hairless pussy, I almost came right there. Her tits were small, but that's a turn-on for me. I felt my hips starting to buck for more.

She grinned while she rubbed her nipples. "Sorry. These aren't big enough to fuck, are they?" I tried to respond, but only strange, guttural noises came out of my mouth. She pulled off my shorts and briefs, then positioned herself between my legs. "Let's see how much of this thing I can really take down my throat." She started fingering her pussy and bent over, using her other hand to guide my dick into her mouth.

She played with angles, twisting and turning, and it wasn't long before she had most of it--more than most women can take. The twisting and turning was having an effect, as well as the hand lightly massaging my balls. I felt the spunk rising and tried to tell her I was cumming. Again, guttural noises. But she got the idea. She started jacking furiously with both hands. I watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked. I grabbed her head and bucked up into her mouth, cumming in what seemed like quart gushers.

She drank it all.

I fell back, exhausted. "That was magnificent."

"No, that was the down payment." With that, she got up and left.

I took me awhile to finish. My mind was in a vegetable state. But when I did, everything worked. I was going off to tell her that, but never got the chance. She reappeared, still naked. She smiled when she realized I'd neglected to dress.

"I see you're ready for the payment in full."

I glanced and damned if I wasn't getting ready to present the bill for my services. "I've been paid." I grinned. "And then some. ...Anyway, everything is set up. I'd have put you online, but I don't have any of your account information."

She walked over and tapped a few keys. A chatroom opened. "No need. I have a DSL router. It automatically connects."

It was then that I realized she knew far more about computers than she let on. I'd been had. I was going to mention that, but couldn't. I was mesmerized as I watched Heidi--'superslut'--pick up some guy named 'big10' and drag him into a private room. Within a minute, she'd set the scene and was giving him a blowjob while he set up her computer. While she did that, she had three fingers in her pussy and was frigging herself to an orgasm. 

...Or I thought that's what she had in mind. It wasn't. She kicked the computer chair out of the way, spread her legs and bent forward, still typing. She described what she was doing and invited Mr. Big 10 to fuck her doggie style. He began describing what he was doing. She moaned, reached back, grabbed my dick, and led it to her perfect ass.

For the second time, I was going to protest. The was no presidential dispensation for this one. Once my dick sank into her pussy, I was cheating. For the second time, I didn't say a thing. I had admired that ass too long and had secretly dreamed of fucking this woman. Now that I'd seen that perfect, muscular ass in all of its glory, there was no turning back. I gently eased the head between her pussy lips.

It takes most women a little while to accommodate me. Not Heidi. The head had no sooner entered when she shoved back against me--violently--burying my cock to the hilt in one the tightest pussies I have ever fucked. Then she started grinding and bucking. I realized that I wasn't going to be far behind Mr. Big 10, who had just announced--on the screen--that he'd covered his keyboard in jizz.

As it turns out, I was last. Right after Mr. Big 10 destroyed his keyboard, I felt a torrent of pussy juice covering my balls and dribbling onto the floor. Heidi screamed and shoved that gorgeous ass back at me as hard as she could. That was too much. I was going to cum. I started to pull out, but she reached around and grabbed me, pulling me as deep inside her as she could. My dick hit the end of the tunnel and exploded. I grabbed her hips and kept grinding into her as I shot wave after wave into her pussy.

She screamed again, in the midst of a new orgasm. That got me pushing harder and faster. This time it was a long one. She bucked and twisted uncontrollably. I had to hang on for everything I had to keep my rapidly dwindling member inside her. She finally slumped over the desk, then sank to the floor.

It had been awhile, but I remembered a little about 'quickie etiquette'. A sat down next to her, intending to cuddle. Of course there would be no 'L' words spoken, but she had been a fantastic piece of ass. I should tell her that. I started, but before I could say anything, she jumped up and said we just had time for a shower before the kid got home.

I found out that even though we were time limited, Heidi didn't believe in using washcloths. The tongue was fine. She cleaned my dick and balls, then pushed me down to
vacuum and dust her pussy. She started talking about making this a regular event. I confessed my guilt.

"You've never strayed?" I shook my head. She was incredulous. "Never?"

"No. Both Gretchen and I were pretty wild before we were married, but we decided to change our ways." I went on to explain about her three-person limit. She wanted a woman. I wanted a man. I grinned. "After what I've just been through, I may change my mind. ...Ya interested?"

She smiled. "Might be, if she's willing to share. ...And if she has no hang-ups about having her pussy eaten by another woman."

It was my turn to be shocked. I don't know why. I'm sure she covered all the bases in her books, including bi's and lesbians. "You into that?"

She nodded. "I've eaten a few in my day. In fact, women are better at it than men." She grinned. "My sister gave me my first orgasm."

I'd met her sister. She was a few years older, but just about as well assembled. "Your sister?" I put on my most perverse look. "And what was your brother doing?"

She laughed. "Watching. ...And letting us learn how to give good blowjobs. Where do you think I learned that? Practice. Practice. Practice."

I shook my head. She certainly didn't need more. She had perfected the art. Then again, I'd been unduly influenced by fucking her tight cunt. My wife's modeling required strict weight control. She couldn't take the pill. She didn't want to get pregnant. She hated condoms--both male and female. Instead, we played Russian roulette. I'd pull out or she'd push me away right before I came. True, if we were fast enough, she take my load in her mouth, but it had been a long time since I'd come inside a woman. Heidi had reminded how good it felt.

"Tell you what. Before you talk to her about a threesome, why don't you and Gretchen come to our party Saturday? 'Sixish'? We're having some people over for barbecue and drinks. We'll get a few down her and see if she's receptive." She grinned. "Who knows? Maybe if we get her drunk enough, a 'moresome' isn't out of the question. You'll both get your wish."

The way she said that puzzled me. She acted as if she knew something I didn't. By the time I got home, I'd forgotten about it. I wrote the party on the calendar in the kitchen, adding a question mark. I didn't know if Gretchen had a shoot that day or not.

She didn't, and we went. 'Sixish' was late. The other five couples were already there. We also discovered everyone was dressed for the pool, and we had to go home to change. I talked my wife out of her one piece and into a string bikini. The top had all that trick padding and inserts that made her look two bra sizes larger. I didn't care, but she seemed to think it was important. 

...And so did the men at the party. When we returned, there was a hush that fell over the party. I thought I saw the men drooling, but that didn't bother me. What I thought was strange was that none of the wives seemed to mind. If I looked at woman like that, Gretchen would have been searcing for a hot poker to blind me. That worried me--a lot--because my own tongue was hanging out. Heidi was also in a string bikini. Then I noticed all of the women wore them--and wore them well.

I was still speechless when Billy, Heidi's husband, slapped me on the back and put a cold daiquiri in my hand. He had another glass and pecked Gretchen on the cheek as he handed it to her. That shocked both of us. We were good friends with our neighbors, but did not have a 'huggy', 'kissy', 'feely' relationship. ...At least until Heidi and I bypassed that stage and went directly to a 'fuck your brains out' relationship. I looked away from my wife. I was still feeling guilty.

We had two more daiquiris before dinner, wine with our steak, and more daiquiris after. My wife was getting a little blitzed. Hell, I was feeling it, as well as everyone else. One of the women dived into the pool. Another followed. They swam over to the side and deposited their bathing suits. Heidi grinned, stripped and dived in. Soon the others followed. My wife and I sat in lounge chairs--watching--the only two people with clothes on. My wife was flabbergasted. I was grinning from ear to ear. This was no neighborhood party. They always invited the children to those. This was something else.

I knew there was no way my wife would participate, unless she was drunker than she appeared. If she removed her top, she would expose the fact that she might well be still wearing training bras. She'd never do that in a million years. Since she wouldn't participate, I felt obliged to remain at her side. Well, sort of. I left for a moment to find a larger glass and fill it for her, adding a little extra rum.

I expected a face. She doesn't like drinks that taste like booze. I didn't get one. She was staring at a couple who were engaged in some strenuous exercise in the shallow end. The woman  had her hands on the side of the pool, and he was behind her. He was massaging her tits with his hands and, from the splashing, fucking her with great fervor. She had her eyes closed and was moaning. He was grunting. To me, the most amazing thing was that this was not one of the couples we'd met when we came to the party. The woman was half of one, and the man belonged to another couple. I glanced around and was further amazed. Everyone else was ignoring the pair. They had their own games to play. They were also ignoring us.

I thought about it. This is what Heidi had in mind. Anytime, I expected her to break away from George, a man she'd introduced as a local builder, and climb out. In my mind's eye, I saw her walking over to Gretchen, slipping down my wife's suit bottom, and eating her pussy.

I was wrong. The one who crawled out of the pool was Al. I vaguely remember that he'd been introduced as a banker. His wife, Sarah, was a dainty little thing. After seeing Al in all of his glory, I wondered how poor Sarah could walk. As he casually walked over to us, I mentally calculated him as at least twelve inches. Erect. And boy was he ever. I found out later that he was the official greeter when new people joined their group. I could see why. If nothing else, he was memorable.

He ignored me and walked right up to my wife, stopping a few inches in front of her. "Hey, you guys wet blankets or something? We're among friends. C'mon in the pool."

My wife didn't say anything. She just stared. The dick might have been massive, but the head was huge, and it was at eye level. I'd seen smaller fists. As I watched, I saw the tip of her tongue flick her lips. I knew she wanted it in her mouth. I leaned over and whispered, "It's legal, honey. We're together. That was the deal. Nothing extracurricular, but if we're both there, anything goes. Suck it. I know you want to."

And suck it she did. Somehow, she got the head into her mouth, but that was it. I was so taken by the scene that I dropped my shorts and began stroking my meat. That was unnecessary. I'd been so enthralled with my wife redefining the word 'head', I hadn't seen little Sarah creep up and kneel in front of me. My first hint was when a warm mouth engulfed my dick and headed down the shaft toward my balls. Heidi had tried and never quite made it. Sarah was more practiced, being married to the thing filling my wife's cheek. Before I knew it, my dick was sliding down Sarah's throat, and she was making an honest effort to fit the balls in her mouth as well.

The party moved from the pool to Gretchen. Al pulled his meat out of her mouth. Heidi and another woman lifted her out of the chair and stripped her. Then they laid her on a beach towel. Two women started licking her tits and sucking her nipples. Heidi dived into her pussy. Two men placed her hands on their rigid cocks. Good old Al straddled her head and filled her mouth again.

As I watched, my wife started bucking against Heidi's face. She seemed to realize for the first time that she had two dicks in her hands and furiously stroked them. Heidi's husband joined her. He started tonguing Gretchen's ass. It was more than I could take. I grabbed Sarah's short, black hair and held it while I fucked her face. It didn't take long before I exploded.

Sarah continued to suck and swallow, but there was too much. I saw a stream of cum dribbling out of the corner of her mouth as she smiled at me. Then she rose up and kissed me--one of those open mouth, tongue probing types of kisses. While she did, she transferred a mouth full of cum back to me. It was a first for me, and I'd like to say I handled it well, but I didn't. I gagged. She laughed and sat her naked ass on my lap, her arms around my neck. She had plans and just needed for me to recover.


The Neighbor



That didn't take long. Al shifted and poised his dick at the entrance top my wife's pussy. Time stopped. Everyone stared, waiting to see what would happen. He gently eased it in.

At first, I could tell it pained my wife. But she adjusted. As soon as it was in, I saw Gretchen's expression change. I watched as she tentatively started pulling him in further.

He stopped her. "Honey, wrap your hand around my dick. That will give you some control and keep me from going in too far. She did, and he started easing himself in further. That lasted about two seconds, then he grunted as Gretchen grabbed his ass with her hands, bucked and pulled him in all the way. His look was one of lust, but he was also incredulous, like he'd never taken the whole trip before. Then he started thrusting.

That was all it took. Watching that massive dick disappear in and out of my wife pussy brought me right around. I noticed all of the men had the same reaction. Gretchen's husband knelt down and put his dick near her lips. Just like an angry trout after a fly, my wife put her hand behind her head, tilted forward, and engulfed him.

Sarah felt me harden. Smiling, she lifted up off my lap, grabbed my dick, and guided it into her pussy as she lowered herself. She too was turned on the by spectacle. Before long, she was bucking and moaning. Like Heidi, she gushed cum juice. Like Heidi, she was capable of multiple orgasms. I counted four before she got off, shaken.

Surprisingly, I hadn't cum. Here I was watching my wife being reamed by the biggest dick I'd ever seen. I'd watched Heidi's husband cum in her mouth, and she'd sucked him dry. Her reward was another dick in her mouth, and Gretchen was working very hard to drain that one as well. And Al's dick kept up the pace. Like me, he didn't seem to be close to coming. That's why I was surprised when Heidi slipped a cock ring on my dick, telling me she wanted to keep it up for a long time. They'd take it off after I serviced every woman at the party.

I think I did. Each one came over and hopped on. They usually brought a friend to lick their pussy or my balls while they were getting off. At one point, I was moved off the chair and laid next to my wife. The procession continued. 

...And during all of this, Al just kept pumping away. At one point, my wife was rolled to her side. One of the men slipped in behind her. I didn't remember his name, but I did remember his dick. It was very small. He fit right in with the coach's plans. While Al stretched my wife's pussy, he slipped ihis cock into her ass. At that point, cock ring or not, I had to cum. I couldn't. That tight little bugger stopped me.

That's when Heidi took her turn. She'd volunteered to be last. She removed the ring, straddled my meat and started humping. That had happened a lot to me in the last hour, but she added her own twist. She'd been doing exercises with her vaginal muscles. They tightened down and gripped me fiercely.

The man had filled my wife's ass and left, so Al rolled her over unto her back. Now he was pumping in earnest, and I could see he was close. I looked over at my wife and saw her watching Heidi fuck me. Then I saw her eyes shift to mine. I heard Al groan. I wait for her to push him off, to make him withdraw. She didn't.  I glanced over as his back arched, and he started pumping his cum into her.

Heidi was watching too. The two of us came together. She soaked me with her juice. I filled her cunt with mine. When she rolled off of me, there was a quiet 'pop' and my contribution to her pussy started dribbling down her leg. But no one noticed.

When Al pulled out of Gretchen, there was more than a 'pop', but they didn't pay attention. Everyone was watching the gusher that ran out of her pussy. There are horses who wish they had that much cum. Hell, there are probably horses who wish they had Al's dick.

Gretchen and I still attend the parties. They're not quite as spectacular, because we're no longer the newcomers. No more initiations. We don't necessarily fuck everyone in the room, but Gretchen always fucks Al. ...And I always Fuck Heidi. Gretchen's okay with that. You see, Heidi spends a lot of time at our house. Sometimes she brings her husband. Sometimes she brings Al. She always brings a dildo, her vibrator and her mouth.

...And when Heidi's not there, I don't pull out anymore. Gretchen's on the pill. She boosted her exercise program to compensate. There's also another change. We seem to have a lot of lady houseguests. I get to fuck most of them, but only after my wife's finished. You see, Heidi has shown Gretchen new forms of pleasure, and my beautiful wife has decided she's bi.

...But that's another story.



The Neighbor



You're probably going to dismiss this as an urban myth or just another locker room story, but the guy who lived it told it to me and I think it means something. I just don't know what yet.

We've all had encounters with ex's, wives and girlfriends who come back or show up after a time. Sometimes we even take them in again --- or they take us in. Those things are pretty common and follow a few predictable patterns. This one was different. Sit down. We've got time. Swallow it down or don't, I don't care but this is the story as he told it to me.

It seems that this guy and the woman in question had known each other for several years through business, had been lovers once for a brief time and had wound up in the same luxury townhouse complex a couple of years later --- after she married someone else. They had managed to remain friends and often exchanged greetings and jokes when they encountered each other briefly, but on this particular day she seemed somber. He had run into her at the gas station just down the street from the complex and they had talked for a minute, then started to get into their respective cars. Just as the guy started to pull his door closed he looked up and saw her there. She must have turned and followed him to his car.

"Would you like to come up for a minute? I've something to ask you," she said softly, her eyes downcast. He started to beg off, not wanting get into the middle of anything, but she seemed to need something so he went. 

Inside her place, she set down her purse and removed her coat then turned to him. For the first time he detected the bruise beneath the makeup near her right eye. She said nothing more but placed her arms around his shoulders and laid her head on his chest.

The first kiss was light, almost --- friendly. But the second was hot, with tongues slipping over each other. He was only a little surprised. The sex between them had always been great and, if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he had missed her long legs and slender figure. Still, there is a small alarm that goes off at times like this, so he broke the kiss and looked down at her.

"What's the deal" he started to ask. She shushed him and they kissed again. Finally, she broke away and tugged him by the hand into the bedroom. Two suitcases sat before the closet door. She stopped beside the bed and came into his arms again. This time her hand slipped down to his half-hard cock and squeezed. He decided what the hell and got on board. After a couple more heated kisses she sank to her knees and expertly fished his now-raging cock out of his slacks. She started to suck with a will and a heated passion that he remembered from their days together. Her tongue pulled and rolled on the head of his cock, her teeth nipped excitingly and she juggled his balls on her fingertips as she used to do. After a couple of minutes she let her lips slip tightly off and said, "Don't hold back . . . please!" He relaxed and in a few seconds shot a spurt of hot semen into her mouth. She backed off immediately and used his cock to spread it on and around her face. He went off several more times and she caught it all on her lips and face. When it was over she rose from her knees and lay on the bed.

"There's a Polaroid camera on the chest," she said. "I want you to snap a couple of pictures of my face, please."

The poor guy started to protest but she cut him off.

"Please! Just do it!"

So he did it. He took two close-ups of her cum-smeared face as she lay in the bed that she shared with her husband. When he was through she rose and went into the bathroom. He went back to the living room and waited. He heard her turn off the water then return to the bedroom. When she came into the living room she said, very calmly, "Can you help me get the suitcases down to the car? Jack will be home soon and I don't want to be here when he comes." The guy said nothing but followed her back to the bedroom. The bedside lamp was on now and the two Polaroid shots were propped against it.

He helped her take the suitcases and an overnight bag down to her car. She opened the driver's door and turned to him. She kissed him softly on the mouth. "Thanks," she said and smiled for the first time that afternoon. She caressed his cheek and slid into the car, started it and drove away.

He never saw her again.



The Neighbor



She knocks on his door, waits for him to answer, then realizes that he has his music too loud to hear her soft knocks. She opens the door and walks in. She sees him lying on the couch with his eyes closed. He hasn’t noticed that she’s there. She silently walks over to him. She kneels down by the couch and traces his lips with her finger. She realizes that he’s asleep. 

She decides to wake him up properly. Standing up she quickly undresses. She moves back over to the couch. She straddles his body and starts to rub her body over his; pushing her hands under his shirt she rubs his taut stomach. She feels him get tense. As she continues to rub her lower body over his he startles her when he wakes up and grabs her by the hips and roughly pushes up into her. Throwing her head back she moans. 

He’s angry and she knows it. But she continues to push him. She’s wanted this for so damn long and she was tired of feeling like this, this fire that couldn’t be put out with some toy. She wanted him and she was going to get him. Reaching between their bodies she unsnaps and slowly unzips his jeans. Her fingers searching out the one thing she knows can put out the fire. She pulls it free and looks hungrily at it. Her mouth starts to water at the sight of it. It was bigger than all the others she had seen. 

He just lies there and watches her, his fingers still digging into her hips almost to the bruising point. He looks up at her and asks if she likes what she sees. All she can do is look at him and swallow hard. She isn’t so sure now if this is the right thing. She has never seen a cock so big and beautiful. 

Suddenly he had her beneath him on the couch. He is trying to remove his jeans and keep her under him. She reaches down and helps him pull them down. She could only reach so far, so she hooks her toes thru the loops and pushes them the rest of the way down. As he wiggles free of his jeans she feels his cock press against her wet spot. Gasping, he looks down at her and asks if she is ok. All she can answer with is a breathy yes. 

He reaches down with his head and takes nipple into his mouth. She arches her back and screams. “Oh God!” He just laughs a throaty laugh and continues onto the other nipple. She feels like there are little strings attached from her nipples to her clit. She tries to wiggle so that his cock is nestled between her thighs but he just moves.

Finally after trying a few more times he reaches down and lightly swats her leg, telling her that it was his time to tease her because she had been doing the teasing all these years. She moans as he starts to move down her body. Reaching her secret spot he just looks at it. She silently begs him to touch her there. He looks up at her with a question in his eyes. Slowly lowering his face, he reaches out to her with a searching tongue. The first lick hits her like a train. Reaching out to grab onto anything she could, she feels like her body is going to explode. Screaming out his name as he tentatively licks her smooth pussy she feels like the world shifted. She sees stars. 

She begs him to stop and to just fuck her. He looks up at her and gives another throaty laugh and tells her that she has to wait because he was nowhere near being done. He is enjoying this a little too much. 

After a little while he finally comes up, kisses her on the lips. Getting up off the couch, he takes her hand and pulls her up, and leads her into the bedroom.

She lies down on the bed but he tells her that he wants her on all fours. 

She turns over and rises up so that she is on all fours. He tells her to keep her eyes on the wall and to not look at him. She can hear him moving around and is curious as to what he is doing. 

She feels the bed move when he gets onto the bed. She can feel him probing her pussy with a finger; she feels the head of his cock enter her, just the tip. She tries to push back but he pulls away and tells her to be still, she feels something cold being squirted between her ass cheeks. Then she feels him gently pushing in a finger. She tries to move away but he tells her to relax. This is a foreign feeling, it is a little painful but pleasurable also. 

She feels him push his cock further into her, pushing his cock into her, he inserts his finger a little further. Almost in agony she is panting from the pressure of him filling her in both places. She feels him remove his finger, and then feels him inserting something. 

Looking over her shoulder she sees that it was some sort of toy, like one of those she saw online. Oh God, he isn’t going to put that there is he? Oh God, her breathing starts to get a little shallower and faster. She feels her pussy muscles clench in anticipation, she’d always wanted to try this but was too afraid to ask, but here she is letting him do this to her. 

She almost falls onto the bed, the sensations of being filled in both places is overwhelming. As he pushes his cock in further she feels the anal plug go in further also.

Leaning over, he nuzzles her neck…asking if she’s ok.

“Yes.” She answers.

He slowly pulls out then slams back into her. Each time he does this she can feel the anal plug move a little, as if it’s attached to his cock. She can feel her orgasm coming on. With each thrust she pushes back to meet him. 

Reaching around with his hand he finds her little nub. Pinching it he asks if she likes it.

“Yes!” she screams out as her orgasm hits hard.

As the ripples of pleasure roll through her pussy and ass, she feels his cock pumping it’s cum into her.

Her leg muscles are quivering by the time he’s done. She’s not sure if she’s ever going to be able to walk again. 

He reaches behind her and slowly removes the anal plug. Then pulls his flaccid member out. 

Helping her lay down he gets up and gets a warm washcloth and begins to clean her. Lying down beside her he asks if she was ok and if she liked it. She just nods and yawns. Telling him sleepily that it was the best orgasm that she’s ever had. They both fall asleep.

She wakes up a few hours later to the sound of him snoring. Quickly she dresses and walks out of the house and across the street to hers.

Shaking her head as she climbs into the shower, she can’t believe that she let him do that to her. She’s not quite sure what was going through her head when she went over there. She just knows that she had an itch and that he was the only one that was going to be able to scratch it. 

Maybe tomorrow things would look different but for now she was too tired to think anymore.



The Neighbor



Well here goes another effort to see how low my mind can go into the gutter. Let's see if this can be an all time low!

It all started one late afternoon. It had been hot all day and it didn't look like it was going to cool down anytime soon. D decide he was going to cool off in the pool and since the view to the pool was sheltered he just dropped his pants and stepped into the shallow wading pool. They had gotten it for the kids but no one had used it for some time. It was clean anyhow. There were a few leaves but they didn't bother him. As they floated by he would pick them up and sling them off the porch.

He hadn't been there long and was just starting to cool off. He laid back to get the most of the water and since it didn't cover his body he just used his hands to slosh water of his chest. The sun was shining onto him and soon his dick started to react to the warmth and was soon sticking straight up. Of course when this happened he had to massage it a little. After all that is what it wanted every time it got hard. Just a little stroking wouldn't hurt and besides it felt good to feel his damp, cool hand slide up and down.

His dick responded to his grip and got harder. He was really getting into it when he noticed he could see right into the window of the neighbor's that was right behind his back fence. He was just about ready to get out when he saw his neighbor move in front of the window and start messing with the curtains. He thought he was well enough hidden by the palm trees so he stayed low. He watched for a while and then started to wonder when she didn't move away. He wondered what she could be doing with the curtains for that long. He looked closer and realized she was just standing there rubbing her tits through her blouse. 

Now he knew why she was still there. He just hoped she couldn't see him so he could keep watching. He could tell she wasn't looking in his direction so he just leaned back in his previous position. He kept his eyes on her as she got more into it and soon her blouse was open along with her bra. The sun was just right to give him a view that was almost like she was right in front of him. He could see her nipples harden as she took them between her fingers. As he lay there soaking up the sun and the view his dick started to get hard again. Laying on his back made his dick stick up into the air like a sundial and he couldn't resist wrapping his hand around it. He stroked his hand up and down as he watched the neighbor push her skirt down and take off her blouse and bra. This left her in a pair of the skimpiest undies he had seen in a long time. They barely covered her pussy lips. Slowly her hands moved down over her belly to the top of her undies and slowly slipped under them. Her fingers started to move around over the lips and he had a perfect view of the bulge they made under the lacy panties. 

While he watched her breathing get faster, his hand was moving faster, in tune now with her fingers. While she may have been unaware that he was watching her he was sure enjoying the sight and his cock had almost reached the point of no return. Her fingers were now dancing over and into her pussy and he watched as she reached her peak and started to cum. Her excitement pushed him over the edge and his cum spurted out the end of his cock. It practically flew from his cock and fell back over his hand and belly. When he recovered enough to remember his neighbor he looked back to the window. She was starting to catch her breath and she glanced around for moment before she finally noticed him laying in the pool with his still hard dick in his hand. Her hand flew to her mouth and she quickly moved away from the window.

He knew that that was probably the last time he would ever have that chance to see her in that state and was glad he hadn't missed it. He finally got out of the pool and got dressed. He looked back to the pool before he went in and saw gobs of his cum laying on the bottom of the pool. He wondered what his wife would think when she saw that in the morning. He went into the bedroom to change before his wife returned from the store. She had just driven into the driveway when he walked out so he helped her carry the groceries into the kitchen.

She asked how his afternoon went and all he told her was that it had been an OK time. She didn't press it so he didn't say any more. They completed putting away the groceries and ate supper once it got done. By this time it was getting late and his wife decided to take a shower. He told her he was going to go out back and have a cigarette. She said that was fine by her and she went to the bathroom. As usual she left the door partly open to let out the steam and he watched her rub soap over her tits for a little while before he felt his dick start to harden. He knew that she would be a little while so he took off all his clothes and put on just house coat. On his way to the porch he looked into the bathroom and his wife was using only one hand on her tits now. The other was busy down by her pussy. He couldn't see exactly what she was doing but he could see the shadow of her arm moving back and forth and he could imagine.

He slipped out the back door before she could finish and by the time she came out he had finished a cigarette. She wanted him to wait there with her while she smoked one and he said that was not a problem. He moved his chair over by the pool so he could see her. This put him facing the back and gave him a view of the house he had watched earlier that day. His wife couldn't see because her back was to the fence. 

They talked while she smoked her cigarette and he lit a second cigarette just as a light came on in the house behind them. He thought about telling her about his afternoon thinking she might get a kick out it. He was just about ready to say something when he saw a woman move into the light of the room. He kept quiet for a moment to see if there was going to be anything to see. It was a good thing he waited because he saw that it was the same woman he had seen earlier. She walked right up to the open window and he could see her look out towards his house. Just as she was about to turn his wife said something just loud enough to be heard and the woman stopped. She looked their way again and stayed at the window.

He motioned his wife to be quiet and pointed to the window across the way. When she turned around she could see the woman standing there in the room. The woman was now rubbing her tits through her blouse right in front of the window. His wife turned and motioned him to go inside with her. He whispered no, they should wait to see if she moved away because she would get embarrassed if she heard them open the sliding door. She had already gotten up so he moved her chair next to his and got her to sit back down. She still thought they should go in because it wasn't right to peep like this but he put his finger to his lips and just pointed. In the short time they had gone by the lady had removed her blouse and skirt. She was moving around and making like she was posing. Her hands were cupping her breasts. One at a time she lifted so that she could lick the nipple and try to suck it into her mouth. By this time D's housecoat was tenting with his hardening cock. His wife's attention had moved to watching what the woman was doing and she didn't notice he was opening his housecoat so his dick was free to get as big as it wanted to. 

By now the woman had removed her panties and her hands were trying to be everywhere at once. They were constantly moving. One hand lifting her tit to be able to suck on the nipple while the other was probing the insides of her pussy lips. He was holding his dick in his hand, enjoying the warmth of his hard cock while he watched the woman play with herself where the whole neighborhood could watch if only they knew. As it was only the two of them knew what was going on. He looked over at his wife and he watched as she licked her lips and slowly slid her hand under her housecoat. She was finally getting into what was going on next door not realizing that her husband was pretty sure the lady knew they were out there watching and was putting on a show just for them. Of course it looked like she was having a fun time too. 

He slowly reached over and took his wife's hand and placed it over the head of his cock. The precum smeared all over the palm of her hand and made it just want to slide up and down his shaft. Now there was no reason to hide the fact she was excited about watching the neighbor masturbate without her knowledge so she just opened her housecoat all the way showing off her tits and the fact that her fingers were as deep into her pussy as she could get them. In fact she was pushing them in and out to get the thrill of her finger rubbing over her clit. 

Meanwhile her other hand was still stroking his cock as she watched the neighbor. He just sat there enjoying the feel of her hand and the view both in front of him and his wife's movements alongside of him. He glanced from his wife to the woman across the way and saw that she was nearing her orgasm. She was also pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy while she massaged and squeezed her nipples. He could tell that his wife was going to cum soon by how hard she was squeezing his hard cock. He was definitely nearing his orgasm too and wondered how he was going to watch both women cum when he actually heard the lady in the window moan as she came all over her fingers. When he saw her raise her hand to her lips to lick off her own juices he heard his wife start to moan as she reached her orgasm. She kept her eyes on the lady as she stroked her pussy with the palm of her hand to get the most contact pressure on her pussy lips and clit. 

How D held off with out cumming he had no idea, but this changed as soon as he saw his own wife put her pussy juice covered fingers into her mouth and suck them clean. This was too much for him and his cum flew out the end of his cock. It came out in such huge globs that he actually heard some of it hit the floor of the porch. The rest oozed down over his cock and onto her fingers where it made his cock very slippery.

Soon the neighbor left the window but not before giving just the slightest wave to them. She didn't totally leave the room but stayed in the light where they could see her getting dressed. His wife took her hand away from his cock and licked his cum off her fingers. Finally she did though and they put themselves back together before going back into the house.

As they were laying there his wife asked what the wave was for. He just blurted out the story of the afternoon's events and how the lady must have known what she was doing just then. His wife said that it sure looked like she did. She kept asking him questions like how high did his cum shoot this afternoon? and he was starting to have trouble answering. She kept it up for a while and then she let him know her secret. She and the other lady had been doing just what he had done practically everyday he worked for the last month. They had even gotten together to talk about how they each felt watching the other as they masturbated together in the sun.

She told him it had started simply enough. She knew he liked to be naked outside and that she was still nervous about doing that. So she had started going outside during the morning before it got hot and she had slowly tried to go out with less and less. At first she went out with her short shorts and a shirt. Soon she changed her shirt for a tank top that bared the side of her tits. The tank top was her big one and really hung low so she tried it with out her shorts. She did this for some time and was actually starting to feel good about it, to the point that she was now spending all morning out there in just her tank top and her lacy panties. It was even helping her tan, being out there so much in so little!

One day she was out there and noticed her neighbor walking around the house while she cleaned. It wasn't long before she saw her take off her clothes and do the house work in the nude. This didn't surprise her since she did the same thing sometimes. Only she made sure all the windows were covered so no one would see. Her neighbor didn't even try to hide what she was doing. The windows were wide open and she could hear the music playing on the radio. Soon one of those sensual songs came on and she watched as her neighbor took one of her tits in each hand and massaged them. She pushed them together and lifted them to reach out with her tongue to lick the nipples. The houses were close enough that she could see the nipples get hard and stick straight out.

Her neighbor walked around a lot and she could only get glimpses of her as she continued to play with her tits. She did see her when she reached down to play with her pussy lips. S could see her as she used one hand to spread herself and use the other hand to rub her clit and stick a finger or two into the soft folds of her pussy.

S was pleasantly warm and she felt a trickle run down between her ass cheeks. She thought it was just sweat but when she put her hand to her panties she knew immediately that sweat was never that slippery. She was getting excited watching her neighbor play with herself!!!!! She couldn't believe it! Getting hot watching another woman? Her fingers didn't lie though. It was pussy juice and there was more where that came from! Her fingers started moving over her mound and her panties got wetter.

A breeze came up and it blew across her nipples under her tank top making them get hard. She shivered as she rubbed her clit through her by now soaking panties. Her neighbor had moved up to the window and S knew she would see her there if she opened her eyes. Even this couldn't stop her now as she slipped her fingers under her panties and pushed them down so she had easy access to her pussy. The juice from her pussy was now spread over her whole crotch and hand by now. She put her fingers into her mouth to lick some of it when she saw her neighbor look right at her and smile.

The houses couldn't have been more than 20 feet apart and S's neighbor told her not to stop! S heard her and softly told her that there was no way she could stop now, she was going to cum right there on the porch with her watching!!!

With this short conversation done, they both kept going. S put two fingers into her pussy hole and took the other hand to lift her tit to her mouth so she could suck her nipple. Her neighbor did the same thing and moaned for S to do it more. They acted like they were doing it to each other. Neither of them could stop and soon both were cumming all over their fingers.

When they finished their shivers they took their fingers and watched each other lick their fingers clean. They smiled at each other and each told the other that they had really enjoyed themselves and would "meet" again the next day.

S told him that she thought about what had happened all afternoon and couldn't make up her mind if she would be on the porch the next day or not. When the next morning came and he had left for work she stayed in at first but it wasn't long before she was looking out the window to see if her neighbor was there. At first she wasn't but she soon saw her walk by the window. She watched as her neighbor walked by several times, each time pausing at the window to see if S was out.

S could feel her pussy start to get wet again and she dropped her pants and underwear to the floor. She already had on her tank top. S opened the door and walked out onto the porch. She saw her neighbor come right to the window and smile out at her. She still had her clothes on and she slowly opened her blouse and S saw she didn't have a bra on. Her tits stuck out and she played with the nipples.

S sat down on the chaise lounge and leaned back to watch. Her neighbor left the window for a moment and S thought she had moved out of sight for good. S was surprised to see her show up at the gate between the yards. She still had her blouse on but open and S saw that she had removed her pants. She opened the gate and walked up to the porch. She introduced herself as Patsy and S asked her to sit down on the other chaise. Patsy moved it around to face S and sat down, leaning back in the sun. The sun had gotten hotter but the perspiration on S's breast wasn't only wet due to the heat. At least some of it was due to the nearness of her neighbor who had spread her legs open as she laid back in the chaise.

Her view was now so close that she could see that Patsy had shaved her crotch bare. There wasn't a hair to be seen and even her ass hole was clean shaven. She must have done it that morning, because there was no sign of stubble and it looked very smooth. S had moved her hand from her pussy when Patsy had walked over and slowly her hand was moving back down over her stomach to reach a finger down to rub softly over her clit. Patsy had opened her blouse to expose her tits to the cool breeze and she was now gently twisting her nipples between her fingers and they were obviously hard as they were going to get.

S could see the moisture starting to seep out between Patsy's pussy lips and soon she saw Patsy move one of her hands down to spread the lips open. Her finger continued to work it's way down and S watched as it slid, first to the knuckle and then the whole finger was slid into her pussy. Her thumb was now on her clit and was rubbing it harder and harder.

Neither of them could look away from the other as they continued to masturbate for the others enjoyment. S could feel the juice running down between her ass cheeks and put her hand to her mouth to slurp up some of it at least. There was no sense to let it go to waste on the chaise cushions. Patsy was doing the same thing with her juice and in no time they both were cumming. The moans competed with each other as they gradually relaxed, completely satisfied with their orgasms. 

Patsy said that she was glad that they had gotten together this way. She said she really was an exhibitionist and there was nothing that could compare to being watched by someone while she played with herself. She did enjoy having sex with someone but being seen was just a very excellent way to improve her orgasms. She hoped they could continue with it and continue to enjoy watching each other. S said that she was starting to get used to the idea of being naked outside and she promised to continue with the meetings as well.

This was a side of his wife he had never seen and before he knew it his cock was hard again. She felt it poking her in the side so she took it and guided it to her soaking pussy. Now she took over for him. She made him put it in her pussy, then put in her mouth to suck off the juice. She had him put it back in her pussy after it was sucked clean. She asked him if he liked to see her eat her own pussy juice and his only answer was to push his cock harder into her cunt. There was no way to stop either of them now and soon he shot his cum into her pussy and she let loose with her own cum on his cock.

After they got cleaned up for the second time this evening they agreed that they could try new things with each other. They also agreed that these little experiments could be talked about before hand or even just come as a surprise. The last thing they talked about was that the lady next door would always be able to count on one or the other of them to watch as she herself was watched. 



The Neighbor



I noticed her the very first day we moved into our new house. How could I not? She was stunning, the ultimate soccer mom. Our first meeting was shortly after we first arrived to unpack our belongings. She came over to welcome us to the neighborhood and offer us a plate of freshly baked cookies. I noticed a sparkle in her eyes that would come to captivate me the first time we met. Kim was a thirty-something mother of two, just like my own wife. Over the next months we got to know her over beers outside while the children played. Sometimes it was my wife and I, and her and her husband, other times just her and me and my wife, and most often, and my favorite, just her and I. Her husband traveled a great deal for work, and my wife worked nights to try and help make the ends meet. That led to many lonely nights, and I think we came to seek each other out, if nothing else just for another adult to talk to. I never set out to cheat on my wife, as if that makes it any better. The urge built in me like a wave, slow at first, almost unnoticeable, but ever bigger until the point of no return, when there is no option but for it to spill over. The pull she probably did not even know she had on me was irresistible.

I knew the first time I laid eyes on her that I wanted to make love to her. That's a typical male reaction, I suppose, but I think every man fantasizes about having a beautiful woman as a neighbor, and what he would do to her if the opportunity arose. I had masturbated countless times fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with her. I even masturbated while secretly watching her through the windows. I could not contain myself. I didn't think she felt the same at all. There were plenty of times she put her hand on my arm, as she laughed too hard at a joke I had made, but I suppose I was looking for any reason not to believe she had feelings for me.

Before I knew it, we were spending 2 or 3 nights a week outside talking. It got to where as soon as my wife left for work, I was out there, waiting. She would soon join me and we would send the kids off to play. I hoped she felt the same jump in her stomach that I did when I would see her come out. She must have, because we were out there like clockwork. There was never much talk about our spouses, other than to acknowledge they weren't around, and the intensity of the way we looked at each other seemed to grow each night, but was never discussed.

The fateful night began like the rest, and felt no more special at the time than any that had come before. My wife left for work at seven, and by 7:15 we were all outside. Soon the kids wanted to watch a movie in her basement. Always eager for a responsible way to get them out of our hair, she ran down to turn one on for them. Quickly returning with fresh beers, we resumed our riveting talk about nothing in particular, I think both of us were basking in a glow of infatuation and playfulness that had long since been replaced in our marriages by the daily grind. After a couple more beers, she excused herself to check on the kids. 

Several minutes later, she poked her head out the door and said that I should come have a look at the sleeping children. She said she would join me back outside after a trip to the restroom. I bounded into her house and down to her basement to peer at the children, indeed, all asleep. As I turned to go back up the stairs, I was shocked at what I saw at the top of them...there she was, completely nude. I climbed the stairs slowly trying to wrap my mind around what was going on. I was trying to answer all the questions I knew would later make me regret what I was surely about todo.

"Kim...we...ca..." I tried to voice a protest as I reached the top of the stairs. It had been so long since I had seen another woman naked. The sight of her before me was quickly washing away all my hesitation. I could feel the swell beginning between my legs as I took in the sight of her body. Slowly climbing the stairs, my eyes worked their way up her body...perfectly manicured toes, leading to well tanned legs. Her vagina was covered in the same blond hair that adorned her head. Her hips, perfectly rounded, were calling for my hands to grab them, and her breasts, slightly fuller than I had imagined, were calling to my tongue. Her mischievous smile was to this day, one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

"If we talk this out, I'll change my mind," she said, "so why don't you just take off your clothes and fuck me".

She sat back on the couch as I complied, slowly removing my shirt, then pants. I sensed she had the same joy at seeing a strange man naked, and I stood before her for a moment to let her take me in. Her eyes paused the longest as she gazed at my penis, now fully erect and throbbing, standing straight out from it's patch of dark hair. Without a word, she slid from the couch to her knees, in front of me. She put a hand on my thigh and wrapped the other around the shaft of my cock. Her nails were beautifully manicured and pink, and the feel of her warm strange hand on my penis, sent shudders up and down my spine. 

"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked, not waiting for my answer. 

We locked eyes as she took me into her mouth. It was wonderfully hot and wet inside her mouth, and the strangeness of it along with the sight of her lips around my cock had me ready to come very quickly. I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled her mouth farther onto my cock. She sucked harder and faster, pausing once in a while to lick my balls.

"You better stop, I am going to cum" I moaned. I loved the thought of cumming inside her mouth, but I also wanted to be inside her and did not want this encounter to end so quickly.

"If you cum now, you'll be able to fuck me longer." She said, taking my cock from her mouth only long enough to utter the words.

The sounds of her sucking so hard and the sight of her head bobbing up and down on my cock was too much, and I exploded into her mouth, nearly gagging her as I shot my load deep into her throat, she instinctively pulled away just in time to catch the second wave of cum across her cheek. She stared at me as those beautiful pink fingers pushed my cum across her face into her mouth. She stood and kissed me, my taste lingering on her tongue as it pushed it's way into my mouth. I had for so long now wondered what this moment would be like, and though I had always fantasized that she would be this good, it still came as a bit of a surprise that she was.

"I want to taste your pussy" I moaned as I pushed her onto the couch.

I took her nipple into my mouth, as my hand found it's way between her legs. Her pussy was warm, and very wet, and my finger slid easily inside her as my tongue licked her breast. She was moaning in pleasure. I kissed my way down her belly, licking every inch of her skin I could get my tongue on. As I neared her vagina I could feel the warmth of it on my skin. I passed over it, and kissed my way down her leg. The softness of her thighs against my face felt incredible. Her smooth legs tasted wonderful on my tongue and I licked her down to her toes. I kissed around her ankle, working my way down her foot to her toes, taking each one into my mouth, and sucking gently on them. I spread her legs open, looking directly into my prize...it beckoned me. I put my hands under her ass and pulled her pussy onto my face. Her juices flowed around my face as my tongue pushed ever further inside her. With my nose pressed firmly into her dark blond pubic hair, I breathed in deep, savoring her aroma. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling it hard as I hit the right spots. I pushed her legs into the air and ran my tongue down her opening, all the way to her ass. When I pressed my tongue into her tight ass, she screamed with pleasure. I could have done this all night.

She pulled me by my hair up to her face and kissed me again, hard, determined to share every drop of her juices still on my face.

"Fuck me" she moaned as she reached for my now hard again cock.

She guided me into her opening and then grabbed me around my back and pulled me inside her. As good as everything else had felt to this moment, nothing felt like that first instant of being inside her. Her pussy was warm and tight around my cock, and I could feel my balls slapping against her as I thrust myself in and out.

"Your cock is so hard" she said as I fucked her, harder and harder now.

"Do you like fucking my pussy?" she asked, to which I could only moan a yes.

"You're fucking me so good" she cried as she neared climax.

"Harder, harder" she screamed.

She reached around behind me and pressed a finger against my ass.

"You like that?" she asked, and again I could only mutter yes.

With that she pushed her finger inside my ass, in and out, matching the rhythm to which I was pounding her.

She was almost crying in pleasure as she came hard, in waves, screaming my name. As each wave gripped her, she tightened her legs around me, and pushed that finger farther inside me. 

"Come on baby, I want your cum on my tits" she said. The feeling of her pussy on my cock and that finger in my ass, brought me over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum" I cried as the waves of pleasure intensified.

"Oh yeah baby, cum all over me" she said. With that, I started erupting cum, first on her belly, then I quickly straddled over her tits, and shot the rest of my load right between them.

I collapsed on top of her, and there we lay, breathing heavy, smearing my cum into our bodies. I could not believe I had just fucked this woman. Rather than feel regret, my mind was racing to figure out when we would be able to do this again. 

Sadly though, whether due to circumstance or regret I do not know, she has not appeared on the driveway in some time, and just the other day a "for sale" sign sprouted in their front yard. I suppose it's just as well, as time has passed I do feel a certain guilt about my actions, perhaps it's better that it never happened again.



The Neighbor



I looked at my friend Thomas as I chewed the last bite of my hamburger. "No, I'm afraid I can't make it tomorrow," I said. "I know that Saturday is your only free day, but it'll have to be next week. I promised my neighbor I would help her with some minor chores tomorrow." 

"That's quite all right," Thomas replied. "I guess I'll see you in 8 days then. I have to run, got to hit the books now so that I'm finished before Sunday."

I nodded as Thomas pushed himself away from the table. "Bye, Jerry," he said as he waved. I waved back at his departing figure. 

I signaled for the check as my waiter passed by. Paying the bill, I headed out to walk the 3 blocks to my room-for-rent. I was lucky to find the place, which I furnished in a Spartan manner – a bed and a dresser. (The owners of the house were nice enough to let me have a towel rack in the bathroom for my shower towel and part of the refrigerator for any food I might buy.) It was only 5 blocks from the Northwestern campus in Evanston, and was barely affordable for a college student living on nothing but financial aid. I had enough money to pay rent and live on Ramen, like all good college students. Once a week (Fridays) I would meet Thomas in the local greasy spoon for dinner (cheap burgers): we alternated paying. Normally, we would meet on Saturdays to play chess.

My social life consisted of these once-per-week meetings: I was majoring in biology, which left little time for anything else. Dating was impossible unless the girl would finance it. This particular Saturday, I had volunteered to do some chores for the older woman who owned the house next to the one where I was renting a room: she would pay me $10/hr, which would provide a good month's worth of spending money for me. Her name was Melanie Jenkinson: I had met her once before -- when I moved in she had introduced herself. I knew nothing about her besides her name.

I decided to turn in early. I figured a hard day of housework might tire me out quickly if I wasn't properly rested. I took a shower, relaxed with a chess book I had taken out of the campus library two days before, and at 11:30 p.m. turned out the lights and went to bed. The next morning, I got up bright and early, having set my watch alarm for 8 a.m. sharp, and dressed in my "chore clothes": a pair of old jeans and an old white T-shirt. I figured there was no point in dirtying my nice stuff. I headed next door to Melanie's house.

I knocked on the door. A few seconds later, Melanie greeted me warmly. "Hi, Jerry!" she said with enthusiasm. "Come on in! I'm so glad you agreed to help me!"

I smiled back at her. "I'm happy to do it," I said. "I could sure use the cash, plus it's nice to help out people."

She closed the door and locked it behind us as we entered. I didn't think much of it, but I was a bit surprised to see that all the curtains in the house were drawn. "You afraid of the sun?" I asked her jokingly.

"No," she replied, "but I prefer living in twilight: since I was young, my eyes have been very sensitive to bright light." 

"I see," I responded. "So what should I do first?"

"I recommend that you start by dusting the den," she said, "while I get into my maid's costume and vacuum." 

"You don't have to do that," I commented. "After all, you're hiring me to do that stuff for you." 

"Don't be silly," she answered. "There's a lot of stuff to do, and it would take one person the whole weekend! Of course I'll help out. You get started now." I decided to take her advice, and began to dust. Melanie went upstairs.

A few minutes later, she was back. "What do you think?" she asked me. "Is this a good maid's outfit?" I turned to look at her, and was stunned by what I saw.

She was dressed in a tiny black leather miniskirt, coming about 1/4 of the way down her thighs. Her long, well-muscled legs were displayed to perfection. Her bare midriff didn't have an ounce of fat on it. Her skimpy white blouse was cut so low that her massive breasts almost popped right out of it. I could see her nipples pressing up against the thin fabric. Her arms were almost as big around as my legs, and her muscles were perfectly cut in diamond shapes. Her short, salt-and pepper hair looked very military. She looked like she could take on a grizzly bare-handed and come out victorious. I was amazed at how much sex appeal she had. I couldn't speak as I drank in her muscular, beautiful body. 

"Well, do I meet with your approval?" she asked teasingly. 

I managed to stammer out, "Yes, that outfit looks terrific, Miss Jenkinson." 

"Please call me Melanie," she said. "I'm not a schoolteacher. I'm a friend who needs help with my house." 

"OK, Melanie," I answered. "I guess I'll get on with the dusting."

I finished with the den about an hour later. "You done?" Melanie called out. 

"Yes, Melanie," I replied. 

"Let me show you a trick for dusting," she said, walking over to me and taking the duster out of my hand. "Watch me." She bent over to demonstrate her technique on the now-clean table, but I wasn't paying attention to that. As she bent over, she gave me a nice view of her ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see her pussy. I felt my dick stir to life.

She straightened up and turned to face me. "Did you get that?" she asked. 

"I think so," I responded, my mind still on her body. 

"Here," she said, "it's easy." She leaned forward, letting me have a perfect view down her blouse of her breasts. Her nipples were practically poking through the skimpy blouse. They were massive: at least half an inch long, and her areolae were so large I doubted they would fit completely in my mouth as I imagined myself sucking on her. 

She once again straightened up. "Just use your wrist to go in circles," she said, "like in the movie The Karate Kid, wax on." 

"Thanks for the tip," I said. I couldn't keep my mind on my work, as I kept seeing an image of Melanie's naked body. This is outrageous, I told myself: she's more than twice your age. But the image wouldn't go away, and my dick wouldn't go down. I was tenting my pants. I hoped Melanie hadn't noticed.

At about 12:00, having done what I could with two of the guest bedrooms, I heard Mel's voice again. "Lunchtime!" she called out cheerfully. "You must be starving, Jerry. You probably don't get much to eat if you're like most college students." 

"That does sound good," I admitted.

We went into the small dining room, where a platter of sandwiches awaited. Milk, water, and orange juice were in elegant crystal pitchers, and two places were set. As I happily munched on a roast beef sandwich, Melanie began asking me about my social life.

"I don't have much of one," I admitted. "I can barely make rent, and with no money, that means I'm kinda stuck." 

"What, no girls are after that nice young body of yours?" she asked teasingly. 

"Uh, no, not with my lack of money and my homework," I said. "Biology isn't exactly the easiest subject to study." 

"I'm a former biologist," Melanie informed me. She leaned forward, giving me another view of her perfect melons. "If you'd like, I'll help you study. I can give you some… personal training." She winked at me. 

I was too stunned to reply. "We'll start with the basics," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. Her massive knockers were practically in my face. "A woman's breasts need lots of attention," she said. "The nipples are especially sensitive to touch. More nerve endings per centimeter are in the nipples than almost anywhere else."

I stared at her, open-mouthed, unable to believe what was happening. "Don't just sit there like a fish out of water," Melanie told me. She walked over to where I sat, paralyzed with shock. Spinning my chair around with one deft move, she leaned over and thrust her breasts into my face. "Start by circling the nipples with your tongue," she said.

I did as she asked, taking her into my mouth and flicking my tongue over her nipple, then starting to suck in earnest. "That's good," she said. "You don't have experience, but you make up for it with enthusiasm. Don't forget I have two of these." I got the hint and switched my attention to her other breast. "Come to mommy, baby," she moaned. "Suck on those breasts. Play with them. That's a good boy." I squeezed her tits together and managed to take both nipples in my mouth at once. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "I think we should move to the bedroom."

She stepped away and beckoned for me to stand up. When I did, she reached down, scooped me up in her arms like a sack of grain, and threw mw over her shoulder. "As you've probably guessed," she informed me as she carried me up the stairs, "having you clean the house was not the reason I wanted you over here." We reached the master bedroom, complete with 4-post bed, expensive furniture, and lovely accessories. She laid me down gently on the bed.

"Young men today have no idea how good older women can be," she continued, removing her miniskirt. I drank in the heavenly vision of her completely naked body in front of me. "Every time I've tried to find a young man who appreciates me, they get scared off when I make a move. But you didn't get scared off by the thought of me using your body." 

I lay still on the bed, not sure what to say in response. "You don't need to say anything," Melanie assured me. She removed my T-shirt and started gently caressing my upper body. "Just lie back now and relax." She kissed me on the neck, then ran her tongue down to my chest. I hadn't realized that my chest was directly connected to my dick. Her touch and kisses were causing my pants to strain outward, trying to contain my rock-hard rod. 

She continued to kiss, lick and touch my upper body for a few torturous minutes. I thought my jeans were going to rip. "Aw, does something need to be released from its bonds?" Melanie asked. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. "I see I'm turning you on good," she remarked. "Have any of your other girlfriends ever done this?" 

"I've never gotten to this stage, actually," I admitted. "Kissing was about as far as I ever went in high school, and I haven't had time in college for anything." 

"You just let me lead, then," she said.

Without warning, she suddenly had four silk scarves in her hands. Quickly and efficiently, she tied me to the 4 bedposts, leaving me naked and spread-eagled, completely at her mercy. She then began a slow tongue bath of every exposed inch of my skin, excepting my genital area. I was getting so turned on I couldn't stand it. "Melanie, what are you doing to me?" I moaned. 

"Whatever I want to!" she replied. "You're mine now. You're going to have that nice young body of yours used for my pleasure… and yours too, if you're a good boy."

I realized she was right, and decided to try and enjoy the experience. Having finished her tongue-bath, she positioned her pussy over my face and slowly lowered herself downwards. "Tongue me gently, young man," she told me. "Not too rough. When you find the clit, circle it slowly." I was needing release very badly, and decided that the only way she'd help me was if I helped her first. I started licking her slit, slowly. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "That's good." 

Her juices started to flow down over my face. I lapped up as much as I could get. "Make me cum, honey," she said. "Lick that clit!" I began circling it with my tongue, then flicking my tongue back and forth over it. She squealed with pleasure and began cumming in earnest, clamping her legs around my head. I thought I'd pass out from being trapped between her thighs, but she finished her orgasm and relaxed the pressure. "That was very nice," she informed me. "You did that quite well."

She lay down next to my tied-up body and began to gently massage my swollen balls. "Are you getting all heated up?" she asked teasingly. "Do you need to release that hot cum from these tight balls?" I could only moan in response. "I know what you need," she said. She positioned herself over me and made me eat her out again, but this time she leaned forward and began to lick up and down my rock-hard shaft.

She was an expert, however, and though I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't cum, she only made me hotter. She brought me almost to orgasm but stopped me just short. It was exquisite torture. "Melanie," I moaned, "please let me shoot!" 

"Are you begging me for it?" she asked. "Are you willing to do whatever I say if I let you climax?" 

"Anything!" I moaned. "I can't take it anymore!"

She then switched positions, getting off me and lying with her head between my legs. She ran her tongue out experimentally and licked my balls. "Oh, yes, you're ready," she purred. She mounted me and began sliding up and down. In seconds, we were both cumming. My orgasm seemed to last forever, as I shot a massive load of cum deep into her throbbing pussy. She collapsed on top of me, whispering in my ear, "All better, honey?" 

"Yes," I said. "That was the best experience I've ever had."

"Good," she said. "Remember a few minutes ago when I asked what you would do, and you told me you'd do anything?" I nodded. "You're moving in with me," she said. "You won't owe any rent in terms of money, but you will be at my sexual beck and call at any time, excepting when you're in class." 

"Do I have a choice?" I asked. "You stated that like it was a fact." 

"Honeybuns," she told me, "don't lie to me. Even if you had a free choice, which you don't, you'd take the deal." I thought it over for a few seconds, then realized she was right.

Melanie proved to be so wonderful, even after I graduated and got a job, we still are together today.



The Neighbor



Deb had turned Lisa and I into two sex addicts who have sex at the drop of a hat under any conditions and circumstances. Don't get me wrong its great but it was a big change from what we were doing before all this came about. We were cruising along at what I would consider a normal relationship when the following incident put us in high gear again.

Lisa had called me at work to let me know she had gotten released early and was going to do some shopping with a friend and she may be late coming home. I told her I was going to be a little late myself so it was no big deal. I finally left work at 5:00 PM and enjoyed my drive to the house which takes about a half hour. As I drove around the corner I saw Lisa's car in the driveway and wondered what she had gone shopping for and if she bought anything for me. I entered the house through the garage and popped into the kitchen expecting to smell food or see Lisa; instead I heard voices coming from our bedroom. I questioned myself as to the identity of the other voice as she didn't say who her friend was. I quietly walked down the hall to listen what was being said.

"God Lisa, what a great body you have and look at how it is accented by those things you purchased."

"Dee, with your figure and looks this stuff would turn you into a centerfold." Lisa replied.

"Lisa you're too kind." Dee responded in a flirty voice

"Hey Dee, try your things on and we can compare looks."

I was down the hall far enough to be able to see into a mirror and catch a reflection from the end of the room where the girls were. I had my own little peep show happening! Lisa was dressed in thigh high stockings, mini bikini panties, and a push up bra that squeezed her tits together and up at the same time. Man was she hot looking!

Dee had her things on the bed and started to undress to try them on. When she was naked Lisa commented on her voluptuous figure especially her tits which didn't seem to sag an inch. She smiled at Lisa's remark reached out for Lisa's hands and pulled her slowly towards her.

"Lisa I've admired you for a long time and now that we're together alone I want you to know that I would love to have sex with you right now." 

Lisa didn't even respond she just wrapped her arms around Dee and planted a soft sensual kiss on her lips.

"Honey, I love having you in my arms right now." Lisa panted.

They continued their embrace and kiss as they fell on the bed with Lisa on top as she was starring down at Dee's tits. They seemed to mesmerize her for a few seconds before she slowly lowered her head and sucked on her nipples until they stood erect. Lisa was kneading Dee's tits like they were dough balls which turned her up a notch on the horniness level. More kissing ensued before Lisa whispered in her ear that she was now going to eat her so she had better hold on. Trails of kisses led her down to Dee's pussy where she slid her tongue through her lips a couple of times before she pulled them apart to attack her clit and fuck her with her tongue. Dee was moaning and calling Lisa a fucking slut and for her to never stop what she was doing, which only made Lisa intensify what was going on.

Lisa wet a couple of fingers and slid them into Dee's pussy and started pumping in and out to a mythical beat that was driving Dee insane again, as she was now screaming at Lisa asking her to push in a couple more and pick up the pace so she could cum. Being the good lover that Lisa was she obliged Dee, inserted two more fingers and started to work over her pussy a rapid pace until Dee's hips picked up off the bed and she arched her back, screamed she was Cumming. 

What a site! I had a fucking hard on that I thought was going to rip my pants!

Finally Dee came back to earth and showered Lisa with kisses and told her what a fabulous lover she was.

"Lisa, take those things off so I can return the loving you just gave me" Dee sexily said.

Lisa got up from the bed slowly turned her back to Dee and unhooked her bra which fell to the floor as she cupped her tits and turned around to face Dee. Pushing her tits toward her mouth she bent forward and flicked her tongue across each nipple before she sucked them in. Dee was panting with anticipation as she watched the show that Lisa was performing. The next little act was another slow turn again as she bent forward to pull her panties off and expose her pussy and look over her shoulder at Dee as she slid her fingers through her pussy lips. I was starting to pant as much as Dee was! I removed my clothes and started to play with my rock hard cock as I thought about when I should join this happy twosome.

Lisa walked to the bed to sit and remove her high heels but Dee told her to leave them on as they pushed her ass up which looked absolutely delicious that way. 

"God Lisa if I had a cock I'd fuck you silly right now" Dee sighed.

"I've placed a dildo in my night stand for times of need and it's time" Lisa laughed.

Lisa retrieved her dildo as she lay on her back so Dee could work on her pussy and anything else with the vibration part. Dee turned on the vibrator and started on Lisa's tits and nipples which made her squirm. Dee sucked on her nipples as she ran the unit down her belly across her pussy and held against her clit hood. Lisa was moaning now as Dee was working the dildo to her advantage. She removed it and brought it up to Lisa's mouth and told her to suck on it and get it wet so she could stick it in her cunt. As Lisa was sucking Dee went down to lick and nibble on Lisa which brought more whimpers of joy from her dildo filled mouth. Dee pulled the dildo from her mouth and slowly pushed it in Lisa's cunt causing an instant orgasm which did nothing to slow down Dee. She worked the dildo slowly in and out, round and round and then turned the vibration button on high and held for dear life as Lisa was all over the bed squealing with ecstasy. I had to stop playing with myself as I didn't want to waste a good load just jet. 

Dee had removed the dildo and brought it to their mouths so they could both lick and taste the fruits of their enjoyment. After they cleaned it Dee slid down and licked Lisa's pussy clean and came up to give her a big kiss so that Lisa could lick her juices off Dee's face and lips.

Lisa remarked how wonderful this was and wished I was her to enjoy this. 

"Do you think he minds that you're with another woman" Dee asked?

Before she could respond I appeared around the corner into the bedroom with a raging hard on that was waving up and down like a limb in a wind storm.

Lisa replied to Dee. "Does that answer your question?"

Dee looked over at me then my cock and smiled in reply "Oh my, someone looks like he needs some relief right away."

"Ladies, it appears you have taken matters into your own hands so I think it's about time you took my cock into your mouths' I demanded.

They separated on the bed patted a place between them and I obliged and nestled down with one on each side as they started kissing me from head to toe for the next five minutes. I was getting pretty worked up and they knew it was time to let me release my straining cum from my already swollen balls. With both of them licking my shaft and sucking on my cock and balls I was getting that feeling I was going to explode at any second. They anticipated this as Dee took me deep into her mouth and Lisa sucked on my balls while sticking a finger up my ass. 

I screamed I was going to cum as Dee deep throated me and Lisa sucked harder and worked another finger into my ass. Dee was a pro as she gulped down three terrific loads without missing a beat!

Lisa looked up at Dee and they passed a long kiss between themselves along with some of my cum. I fell asleep from exhaustion.

When I was coming out of my sleep state I thought I was dreaming about fucking Lisa and getting reamed by Dee when I felt this beautiful sensation on my already throbbing cock. I opened my eyes to see the top of Dee's head in my crotch as she had her lips wrapped around my dick and Lisa nibbling on my neck. Wow what a way to wake up! Lisa whispered in my ear she wanted me to fuck Dee. I told her I waned to eat Dee's pussy first but she told me she would masturbate for us while we fuck which would definitely keep me hard for a while.

Lisa grabbed Dee's head off my dick and told her the game plan at which Dee produced a huge grin and nodded OK.

Lisa rolled over to the other side of the bed facing the opposite direction so we could watch her as she told Dee to get on her hands and knees so I could fuck her doggy style. Lisa stuck her fingers in her mouth and slapped a big wad of spit on her pussy for lubrication as she started to play with her pussy with one hand as she worked on her tits with the other. I was hard already but this scene made my cock twitch with anticipation. 

Dee reached back for my cock so she could slide me into her wet pussy as Lisa slid down some more to get a view of my prick entering Dee's cunt. I pushed forward as Lisa told me to shove it in hard and slam up against Dee's ass; she wanted to hear balls slapping on ass flesh; all the while fingering her pussy at a moderate pace. 

Lisa took her fingers out and told Dee to suck the juice off as she ordered me to pick up the pace a bit. I told Lisa she was a slut and needed to put four fingers in her cunt for not letting me eat Dee's pussy, at which she smiled and jammed them in one at a time while looking down at my cocking working in and out of Dee's cunt. 

Dee was squealing about getting fucked real good and watching Lisa ravish her cunt with her hand as the first wave of orgasm hit Lisa as she arched off the bed and rolled her eyes. This was what we waited for as we started to fuck at a feverish pace, with balls slapping against Dee's ass I felt the familiar sensation in my loins. Lisa had taken her pussy juice soaked fingers and told Dee to lick them clean again as I complained about not getting anything yet. Lisa told me I was going to get much more very soon as she scooted under Dee to place her face directly under Dee's pussy to watch my cock pump in and out of her pussy as I grunted I was cumming and slammed up against Dee's ass. I filled her cunt with loads of cum as Lisa pulled my cock out and started to eat Lisa as if it was a gourmet delight. 

Lisa came up from under Dee grabbed my face with her two hands and gave me a big French kiss with the juices from Dee's cunt in her mouth as she passed them on to me. Our tongues were twirling about as I know she wanted me to taste Dee and my own cum so I swallowed everything she gave me. Dee watched what was going on and commented on what a beautiful thing we had just done as she slid down to clean off the remaining juices on my cock and balls.

I told the ladies that I was hungry after all this sex and asked if any plans were made for dinner. They looked at each other then at me with that far away gaze and asked for suggestions. I had read about this small Italian restaurant on the other side of the city that had great food but was about an hours drive from us so I told them about it and we all agreed. I went to shower first while they talked about dinner and when I came out Dee had gone home to clean up and change and Lisa was looking for things to wear. I put on some clothes and went to the living room to check out the tube to see what I missed during our sexual romp. 

After a few minutes Lisa arrived wearing a soft flowing short summer dress with her heels and some great cleavage for all admirers to behold. I told her how hot she looked and she gave me a peck on the cheek and said we should go get Dee.

Dee was just coming out the front door when we arrived and was a vision of loveliness herself with a mini skirt, shirt that revealed her magnificent tits just enough for eyes to pop, and heels of her own that accented her firm ass. What a lucky bastard I was tonight!

We jumped in Dee's car and drove over to the restaurant with small talk and not much else on our minds but eats. I parked in the middle of the parking lot and noticed not too many cars around and hoped the place was still open or that at least the food was as good as I read about. The ladies remained in the car as I went in to check it out. I returned in a few minutes to say all was well and that everything was Ok. It was apparently later than everyone else was used to eating and that we would be assured of great service. When we entered the staff took one look at Lisa and Dee then me and just had huge smiles along with some hard ons I suspected.

The waiter came right over after we were seated to ask about wine and probably look at two sets of great tits as I suggested a bottle and they said fine. We ate a fantastic meal along with another bottle of wine and were at that fine glow state when we had to think about the ride home. The check came and the ladies excused themselves to go to the ladies room so I paid and awaited their return which took about ten minutes. I left a tip and we headed to the car with nothing but stares and open mouths as I paraded those two through the place and out the door with them giggling all the way. I was getting a hard on with four tits stuck in my sides and two handfuls of great ass.

Being the gentleman I am I opened the doors to the car for them but they just stood there instead of getting in as I asked what was going on. 

Lisa and Dee looked at each other then me with a wicked smile and said we as in all three of us would be driving home in the nude this evening. I laughed and asked about the possibility of getting stopped by the cops or getting into an accident at which they told me to go the alternate route and to take my time. I looked around the parking lot and it was far enough away and dark enough for one to really see what was going on so I stripped as the ladies followed suite and we got in and headed home. The ride was uneventful except for my raging hard on so the two of them would stick a finger or two in their pussies and give me a smell and taste so I would have something to look forward to when we arrived at home.

When I pulled into Dee's driveway I noticed a new vehicle that wasn't there before and inquired as to who owned it; she said it was her friend Marcus. "He's very gay so don't feel intimidated" she replied.

"Yah right. I've got this hard on, he's gay and how am I suppose to feel" I joked.

We piled out and headed to the pool area where Marcus was just climbing out naked, wet, and with a very nice piece of meat if I do say so as another guy. He smiled, waved, embraced Dee, checked out Lisa with an admiring grin and shook my hand as we were introduced while stealing looks at my semi erect cock.

"Well it looks like everyone came here to party, am I intruding" he asked?

The ladies laughed and I just stood there without knowing what to say or how to respond to that. Lisa came over to me gave me a kiss as she stroked my cock and asked me if I would mind getting a blowjob by Marcus. If it will make you happy and horny then I'll do it I whispered in her ear. She squeezed me and said Dee watched him suck some guy off before and he is quite talented and knows how to please. "Should I do him also" I asked?

When I looked over Dee had dropped to her knees and was fully involved with Marcus as she had him fully erect as he asked her to save some for the new guy......... Me.

Dee pulled away and I was staring at seven inches of cock but it didn't seem that thick so I thought that maybe I would tackle this job. He smiled at me as he walked over and placed his hand on my fully erect cock and commented on its thickness and wondered about the taste. I told him I took special vitamins to make me cum in huge amounts and make it taste sweet. Marcus smiled as if he had just seen heaven and led me into the living room where he told me to lay on the couch so he could enjoy this feast. I suggested the floor because I was going to get him in a sixty nine position so I could suck him off at the same time. He was ecstatic with joy and could hardly wait for me to wrap my lips around his cock and suck on his balls. Marcus attacked my cock with a desire I had only known from a woman before as he engulfed my member right down to the base and started swirling his tongue all around the shaft, head, sucked on my balls and continued this routine at a pace that stunned me at first.

I had barely started licking his shaft and he had me close to the brink when he squeezed on my vein and shut me down so I could give him some pleasure before I shot off. I took his balls in my mouth swirled them around a bit and sucked hard enough to make him moan. I shot my tongue up and down his cock while swirling around it like a snake before I opened up and slowly took inch by inch down my throat until I was buried at the base. I couldn't believe I had just done that and either could he, as he squirmed with pleasure. We kept up this pace as the Lisa and Dee watched in amazement as what was unfolding in front of them. I told Marcus that I was going to get off real soon and that if he expected me to swallow his load it better be when I'm fully engrossed doing the same. He bobbed down on my shaft and we both came at the same time exploding great spurts of cum into each others mouths and gulping like crazy to keep up. I was surprised to find the taste wasn't all that bad as I lapped up the last drops as I even milked some more out and ran my tongue into his piss hole which drove him crazy. He told me he had never tasted such sweet tasting cum and that any time I needed to get milked he would be my farmer.

We all laughed and Lisa she had the exclusive rights to that stuff so it would be when she said it was Ok.

The rest of the night was shear sexual bliss with the evening high light of Lisa butt fucking Marcus with Dee's strap on as she sucked him off while he milked another load from me. That was quite a sight!



The Neighbor



A home should be a sanctuary, a place to find refuge from the world of business. That is what I always swore my home would be. So I bought a place in a small valley nestled between two mountains. I had done all the necessary homework, sunny over 300 days a year, mild climate, rarely below freezing, trout stream nearby, large city within 45 minutes, secluded, 10 acres of forests – the list of positives went on and on.

There was only one problem -- the Commune. It wasn't one of those free-love, let's get naked kind of places. This group of people had gathered together for religious purposes – austere would be the operative word.

My home was back against a mountain and to reach it I was required to drive through the small village, past the church with it dark colors, the homes indistinguishable from each other.

For over a year, I never actually knew any of my neighbors. I would say hello, knew what they looked like, maybe even a name or two, but that was it. There was no interaction between us.

Then I changed my job. I was able to work at home via a remote satellite hookup now. Suddenly my little paradise became home and office all rolled into one.

I discovered I had a lovely neighbor – quite young, but still a feast for the eyes.

I met her while fixing a fence on my yard. This little wisp of a thing darted past me. I couldn't see her at first. Then she stepped from behind a tree and into the light. She wore a dress that looked like a huge sack with a hole cut into the top for her head. It reached down to her ankles and should have made her look like an unshapely bag of feed. Yet nothing could hide what was inside. I saw the roundness of her chest, the curve of her hips.

"I'm just about done here," I said. "Would you like to come to the house for something to drink?"

She nodded and we trudged up the path to my house. Once inside I led her to the living room where she slid onto the couch. I returned with some fresh lemonade and minutes later we were seated side by side sipping our drinks and smiling at each other.

"Is that dress comfortable?" I asked.

She shook her head. I reached out and grabbed the hem, pulling it above her knees and rubbing it with my fingers. 

"Rough as sandpaper," I said. Then I slid my hand under the hem to touch her knee. "But you're certainly soft," I said. "I can't understand how you can stand to wear this thing. It must be like torture or something." I continued to rub her knee. She didn't move it away, so I slid my hand against her leg and up her thigh.

"I hate it too, but Mom and Pop don't want the boys to get crazy about me. And they don't really have much money."

"I understand," I said continuing to rub her leg. "Do you mind if I rub you like this?"

"That's ok," she said. "It feels good, better than the dress."

"When you visit me, you can take off your dress," I said. "I won't have a pretty girl like you wearing that old itchy thing. I might have something much better upstairs."

I found an old shirt. "You can wear this if you want." I then laughed mischievously. "Or you can wear nothing at all."

"Oh that wouldn't be good," she said.

"Why not?"

"You're not my husband you know."

"You're barely old enough to have a husband," I responded. "Can't be much older than 18. So there. Anyway, you heard that from your parents. What do they know? They don't even know how itchy it is for you to wear that bag."

"Do I have to be naked or can I keep my panties on." She said the words in such an innocent way as though she was asking to have an extra desert or something. She slid the bag over her head so she stood there naked except for her bra and pink panties.

I put my arm around her, leaned over, her touching her cheek to mine. "I was just joking about being naked. You can wear the shirt if you want. "

I left the room calling back to her "I'm going to get comfortable myself. Why don't you lie down on the couch and watch TV."

"TV! We don't have that."

As I entered the living room minutes later, I noticed her lying on the couch deeply enthralled with a TV show. The ends of the shirt had lifted up and I could see the curve of her buttocks, a darkness between them – no panties, just bare skin catching the light from the windows. I had removed my clothes and was wearing a house coat that fell about halfway between my hips and knees.

"Is there any room on that sofa?" I asked. 

Moments later I was safely between the lovely girl and the sofa. I slid my hand under her arm and cupped it around her small budding breast. She didn't resist so I began to gently rub her breast through the cloth of the shirt. While this was happening my house coat slipped open and I pressed my naked body against her back. Pressing my penis to her naked butt, I felt it harden.

She had no sense of shame about the entire experience, merely enjoying it with an innocence that took my breath away. So I held her, pushing myself into her farther and farther, caressing her with steady strokes.

Eventually, the show ended and she stood up. "It's getting late. I better hurry home." She glanced down at me. I had already covered myself with my house coat, but the bulge while receding was still visible.

"It was so nice to meet you," I said. "I never knew such a lovely yet sweet and tender neighbor was so near."

"Yes, it was fun wasn't it," she said with her eyes downcast. "I feel a bit funny though. It felt so natural with you, but I know it was all wrong. I sinned terribly, had these thoughts that were all wrong."

"What thoughts?"

"Oh I can't say."

"You don't have to talk about it," I responded placing my arm around her. "I know exactly what you mean. It was like we were perfect together, like this jigsaw with your piece and mine and they simply fit without any trouble or friction."

"Exactly." She had this glow to her face, her eyes catching the fading light with little sparkles.

"I hope to meet again sometime," I said as she ran out the door.

Six month passed without any contact with the mysterious neighbor. After the girl left I realized that I didn't even know her name.

Then one morning, a station wagon pulled up to the house. Generally I keep the gate locked but this morning, I had left it wide open and they simply drove through to park in front of my garage.

A tall thin man with gray hair stepped out of the driver's seat, a woman opposite him. He was balding, wore a plaid flannel shirt and blue overalls. The woman was smaller, bent over with age or just exhaustion. I couldn't tell at that distance. She wore a green print dress that hung without shape to her ankles. Her hair was long, stringy, gray in color, lifeless.

Bouncing out of the back seat was my little angel. She ran up the steps and stopped in front of me.

"My parents want to talk to you," she said, the excitement shining out of her eyes like mirrors reflecting the sun of the bright morning.

At first I was unsure whether she was afraid or happy. Had she told her parents that I had touched her? Was I in trouble?

Then the man spoke. "I know I haven't been much of a neighbor, but I have a favor to ask. Elizabeth has told me that she's talked to you, how nice you are, a writer. You're our closest neighbor. All the rest of our church folk are in town, so far away."

He fidgeted for a while, rubbing his hands over one another as though they were dirty and the soap he was using wasn't quite good enough. 

"Sarah and I need to go away for a while. Can't take Lizzie with us. Thought maybe she could stay with you."

"But you hardly know me," I said. "How can you possibly trust me with such a precious treasure as your own daughter."

"It is a tough one," he said. "But the good work can't be stopped because of family inconveniences." He smiled. "You look like a good sort and Lizzie was raised good. The church folk will stop by sometimes so I'm sure it will be fine."

"I'd love to," I said.

Lizzie jumped into my arms and gave me a great big kiss on the lips. I even felt a bit of tongue before pulling away. "My you're a handful," I said laughing.

"Ain't that the truth," her mother muttered turning back to the car.

Then they drove away.

"Don't you have any clothes or anything?" I asked.

"I hate all of them," she said. I'll just wear what I have on or maybe some of your shirts like last time."

I laughed. "Don't worry. I need to go into town to buy a few things anyway. We can pick up some clothes for you."

Not wanting to endure the stares of the nearby church community, I drove the full 45 minutes to the city just past our little valley. We spent the next three hours buying jeans, underwear, nighties, shirts, shorts, dresses, everything a girl could possibly need or want. It cost me plenty but was worth it. Each time Liz left the dressing room to model her latest piece of clothing, her eyes glittered with such joy, I wanted the whole experience to last forever.

She saw a teddy that she grabbed and raced into the dressing room. I had only seen a flash of blue before it was gone from my sight. I waited in a chair just outside the dressing area. A few minutes after she disappeared a heard a soft voice. "Can you come in and see how it looks. I just must have your opinion."

I wondered among all the closed stalls when one opened and she pulled me in. "I couldn't very well model this one out there."

The teddy barely covered the bottom of her thong panties leaving the curve of her buttocks still showing beneath the lacy hem. They were blue but so transparent as to allow her perky little breast full access to the burning of my stare.

"Do you like them this way or without any panties?" she asked.

"I .. I don't know," I stammered.

Sitting down, she slid the thongs down over her legs, spreading her legs as she did so, providing me with a clear view of a sliver of blond hair between her legs. Then she stood up spinning around so the teddy lifted into the air exposing the entire lower portion of her slender form to my gaze.

"Definitely without the panties," I said. "You seem so much freer and open that way like a deer floating across a meadow in the evening."

"Well then, that's what I will wear at night," she said. "Now how about the panties." She slipped out of the Teddy so she was completely naked, then pulled her panties back on. I reached out and touched the fabric. They were soft to the touch. A tassel protruded from the side so I pulled it. One side of the panties fell away. 

"They're tied like shoe laces silly," she said. "Come off easily just pulling the ends of each side." She pulled the other side and they fell off completely.

I put my arm around her and whispered "You shouldn't just get naked in front of every man you see you. You're beautiful, ravishing. Us men will get ideas, bad ideas, fun ideas, but still bad. Do you know what I mean?"

"Of course," she said. "That's what you did with me the other day, touching me all over. That was bad. I thought of telling my parents but didn't. But I did want to see you again."

"You want to do that again?" I asked.

"Don't know," she said. "But you've seen everything. What more can happen that can scare me." She kissed me on the lips. "I feel safe with you. You won't do something I don't want you to do. I know that."

"But do you want to do that again." My voice had this husky tone to it.

"I'm truly not sure," she said. "I like you, but I'm so young. I just don't know how I should feel. Are you in love with me?"

"I don't know," I said. "I promise to be good to you, to care for you."

"And that's why I don't worry much about you, why I feel safe."

When we returned to the house, it was late. "I need to turn in," I said. "I have some writing to do in the morning."

"Where do you want me to stay?" she asked.

I was speechless, didn't know what to say. It had never crossed my mind that she needed to be set up that way. "I only have the one king sized bed. You'll need to stay with me I guess. Hope you don't mind."

She gave me a hug. "Oh that would be quite nice."

I always sleep naked and tonight was no exception. While Liz went into the bathroom with her teddy, I slipped off my clothes and crept between the sheets. Moments later she returned to the room, the light blue teddy clinging to her. Although she still had much of the girlishness to her figure, she was definitely filling out into the woman she would one day become. With no bra or underwear, I could clearly see the curve of her breasts, the nipples straining against the fabric. The darkness of the hair between her legs added a mystery that squeezed my chest and made me quiver in my loins.

Then she was between the sheets.

I had a large bed, king size so she was on one side with me on the other like two islands with an ocean of emptiness in between.

We lay there in silence for a long while. Then she spoke. "I'm cold. Could you hold me?"

I was only too glad to oblige and soon had my arms around her, my pelvis pressed against her shapely buttocks. I felt my penis grow, pressing against her.

"Are you warmer now?" I asked.

"A little," she said. "Could you rub me like you did the other day."

So I began to caress her shoulders, her arms, her legs. I slid my hand under her teddy and lightly grazed my fingers across her abdomen. Then flattening my hand, I began to rub her stomach, sliding it upward, to her chest and over her breast. As my hand cupped the softness of her mound, I squeezed it gently, rubbing her nipple between thumb and first finger.

Her breathing deepened, a gasp, a twitch. I moved my hand downward below her stomach against the hair between her legs. She spread them. I stroked her legs from her hips to her knees, up and down. They were as soft as a glove made from lamb's wool. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the wetness between her legs. I felt the stickiness, rubbed against it. She arched her back so my finger slid inside her. Then I finger fucked her until she screamed her release.

As soon as she spent herself, her body went limp. Minutes later, I felt the regular breathing of a girl asleep. Moment later still a bit frustrated, I joined her in slumber.

It was sometime in the middle of the night that I woke up. At first I was disoriented, snuggled against someone, a woman, no a girl. And did she smell good. Her teddy was pushed up over her breasts leaving her entire lower body bare. My penis was pushed between her butt cheeks rubbing against the softness of her skin just under the crack of her butt cheeks. I pushed against her and felt myself slide forward to the entrance of her womanhood. It was still wet. I pushed it a bit further and felt it enter her about an inch.

Her breathing remained regular so I knew she was still asleep. It had been a long hard day and I could appreciate her exhaustion.

Slowly and with as delicate a touch as possible, I removed the teddy from her body. Then I caressed her, every portion I could, with the lightest of touches trailing my fingers over her breasts down her chest into her hair against the part of her body that met my penis. I was only a short distance inside of her, craving more, wondering if she was ready for me.

I shoved my penis farther into her rubbing her little bud with my fingers. She moaned in her sleep and with a quick push I was all the way inside. 

I have never been this guy that all the ladies flocked with open arms and pussies. I was a bit shy. I had certainly had my women, but I always felt just a bit intimidated. But with Liz I never felt that way. As I slipped inside her, I was harder than I had ever been before. And her pussy felt so soft and warm and wet. I clung to me with a grip that was so tight yet still soft and pliable. It seemed to have these muscles inside there that softly caressed me as I moved back and forth inside her.

I was slow at first then faster, soon pounding back and forth deep into her. I felt as though I was this beam of light breaking to a small cave, opening it up in a way that had never been done before. As I pressed forward, my finger continued to caress her bud, rubbing it against the thrust of my penis. Then I exploded and she thrashed as we both climaxed.

Liz never mentioned what happened the next day. It was as though it never happened. I wondered if she had even been awake. Her body had, oh how awake and alive it had been, but what of her mind, her conscious state.

So I decided to find out. 

Over breakfast, I asked. "How was your sleep? I know it was a strange bed and all and with another person, it might have been difficult."

"It was the best sleep I've ever had," she said. "I remember sliding into bed, being a bit cold, then you touching me." She smiled with downcast eyes. "You were sure naughty touching me all over. I never felt anything like that before. But I fell asleep and never woke again."

"That was all you remembered?" I asked. "Nothing else?"

"No." Her face had this quizzical expression. "Did something else happen? " 

"Nothing important," 

"I'm such a sound sleeper. My mom used to tell me that a bomb wouldn't be able to wake me up."

"Did you have any dreams, anything crazy or exciting?" I asked.

"I did have one," she said. "But I can't tell you. You were in it. I don't think you would like what we did."

"Really," I said with a knowing smile on my face. "Now I'm curious. You've got to tell me."

"You won't get angry – right? Won't think I'm sick or something."

I shook my head so she continued. "I dreamt that you stuck your thing in me."

"How did you feel about that? Did you like it – I mean in your dream."

"It was wonderful," she said. "I woke up feeling as though I was floating, as though my skin couldn't stand anyone touching it for fear of exploding."

"Do you want to do that in real life?" I asked. "We're alone you know. It could happen if we want it. I could get into trouble since you're so young, but still it could happen."

"Not if I don't want it to, right?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said guilt washing over me. Was making love to a woman in her sleep forced entry? The thoughts pounded against me like a hammer.

"But you wanted it in your dream, so if it happened in your dream and you wanted it, then it wasn't against your will – right?"

"I guess not," she said. 

"What if it wasn't a dream, but actually happened? Would that be wrong, if you thought it was just a dream?"

"But I know it was a dream. But if it was real and I didn't try to stop it and if it felt that wonderful, no it would be the best thing in the world."

I didn't say anything more for a while, allowing all the crazy thoughts to wash over me, wave after wave of them.

"You're not mad at me are you?" she asked. "I know it sounds crazy? I know you shouldn't even be touching me. It did help me sleep. But this other. You won't send me away will you?"

"Oh no," I said too loudly. "I feel safe with you too. I feel as though I can say and do anything and it's fine. How could I ever be angry with you? If you wanted me to stick my thing into you, I might even do that just because it seems as though everything we do is so good, this would be good too, maybe even great."

"But I'm too young aren't I?" she asked, her hands on the sides of my face, her eyes gazing deep into mine.

"What is too young?" I asked. "The government says its ok. Does it matter what your parents say? Don't you have the right to your own body? If you wanted me and I wanted you, that's not too old or too young – it's just right."

"Oh I agree, I agree." She slid her arms from my face, down my back and hugged me close, pressing her chest into mine, her lips open and moist as our tongues dancing against each other.



My writing was inspired that day. I skipped lunch forgetting all concept of time until the setting of the sun disturbed my concentration. It was dusk and the day had simply disappeared. Liz had never once entered my sanctuary with a question or simply to pass the time. I wondered what activities could have possibly occupied her time.




The Neighbor



As I reached the top of stairs from my basement lair, I heard a buzzing sound. As I proceeded down the hallway that led to both the living room and kitchen, the buzzing sound grew louder and louder. Feeling a bit like a voyeur as I approached the living room, the sound sounded more and more like two metal plates vibrating together. Another sound could be heard over the vibration. It was some sort of singing or talking or moaning. Perhaps she was watching television, but what TV show would be like that. I stared into the room -- empty.

So I turned to the kitchen. She was there as beautiful as ever in her skimpy teddy. Without a sound I stared at her at what I heard erupting from her mouth. How lovely she is I thought, an angel. 

She sat on one of the kitchen chairs, leaning back, her legs sprawled in front of her, her hands between them, playing with something. Her eyes had this glazed expression. 

An egg beater was churning a bowl of mashed potatoes. She held the bowl tightly between her legs. It was my old beater and so noisy. I should have recognized the vibrating sound. As she grasped the handle of the beater, she sang a song.

"I want to have an Oscar Mejer weiner, that is all I truly want to have. If I have an Oscar Meyer weiner, I'll have everything I truly want to have."

"Watcha doing?" I asked.

She glanced up with a smile, the sun glinting off the whites of her teeth. "You've been working so hard that I thought I'd make some food for us tonight."

"You don't have to work so hard for me," I said.

"I'd do anything for you," she responded.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Absolutely. You've made a home for me, are so good to me. I want to do something incredibly scrumptiously good for you too."

"Would you eat the dirt on the ground outside if I asked?"

"I know you're joking, testing me." She laughed. "If you did truly ask me, then I would know you had a good reason for it and I would do it."

"What if I asked to put my thing inside of you? Would you let me do that?"

She stared at me for a moment studying me. Her face had this question mark all over it.

"You dreamt about it last night," I said. "If you think about something, wanting to do it, that's as bad as doing it – right. I'm sure your parents have told you that many times. So if we did it, that would be what you've already been doing, only this time it wouldn't just be in your mind and dreams but with our bodies too."

She didn't answer me for a long time. "That's not quite the same," she said at last. "Two wrongs don't make a right. But I would do it if you asked me. I promised I would do anything. I keep my promises. How could I ever get married if I couldn't keep my promise to my husband. Anyway, I trust you. I you wanted us to do that, it would be because it was the best thing for both of us."

And with that final statement she turned back to her mashed potatoes. "These are almost done. Now get out of the kitchen. Watch TV and I'll bring the food in when it is done."

A few minutes later, she returned to the living room with a plate filled with meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy. She had changed into a pair of jeans and halter top, no bra.



That night she turned into bed first. I had fallen asleep on the couch. When I woke up, it was dark, the TV turned off, a blanket tucked around me. 

I stumbled upstairs and into my bed. She was at the other end of the bed.

"I'm not asleep yet," she said. "It's so cold without you, but I didn't want to wake you."

So I slid over to her and put my arms around her. She was naked. My penis became hard instantly and I pushed it against the opening between her butt cheeks.

"Please touch me like last night," she said. "It helped me sleep."

"But you may dream about me again." I said. "Wouldn't that be bad?"

"It was so nice really," she said. "I had the best sleep in months. Please help me."

I let my hands graze the curve of her hips, her breasts. I stroked them, squeezing the softness of her flesh gently, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She sighed and placed my hand between her legs.

"I will want to place my thing in you if I do this," I told her.

"I don't care," she said.

"I want to do something else first," I said. "Something much nicer."

Sliding under the covers, I found an opening between her legs and flicked her thighs with my tongue. A sigh could be heard even entrenched as I was between the sheets under the down comforter. I kicked my legs out extending them over the bed and began my meal.

My inexperience had little to compare against, but hers had to be the most pleasant smell in the world, the greatest aphrodisiac I had ever known. As I continued to rub my tongue over her thighs, her matted hair, I ground my rock hard penis deep into the bed. The smell and moisture pulled me like a magnet toward the heart of my desire. I dipped my tongue, extending it as long as possible into the wetness of her slit. Her legs gripped my head with a spasm that was accompanied with a groan, a moan, and then a cry. My nose was against her clit so I moved it back and forth grinding it into her, holding my breath, my tongue making great up and down sweeps inside her pussy.

She screamed her orgasm as I came up for air. Then I went down on her again only this time, my tongue was directly against her little nub, her clit. She began to buck up and down as I ground my tongue over and around, back and forth, up and down.

I lifted my head up and she cried "No. Don't stop."

But I would not be denied. I wanted her in a different way, a more satisfying way. So I crawled up her chest my tongue a snake slithering over every inch, past her belly, enjoying the indentation, the softness surrounding its circular shape, up her chest, tasting each breast in detail, knowing each nipple as though they were twin friends. And my hands were not strangers to this wonderful world of forbidden pleasures. They roamed as independent messengers spreading a tale of joy and passion.

As I slid upward, I arched my body, my penis pressing into her leg, then her hair. I reached down as my mouth reached hers. While my lips pressed against the softest mouth in the world, I placed myself into her wetness.

"Yes," she sighed. "I want you. I want you so much. Love me with your soul my precious love."

My penis slid slowly into her. I was wrapped inside her in a way I could never hope to describe. No glove was this tight yet this soft. No hand this firm, yet this wet. 

I slid all the way into her, my mouth on hers, our tongues as one, slipping over each other. And at the other end, I pulled out and then in, slowly, so slowly, it was so tight. As I entered her to the full and pushed deep into her, my pelvis ground into her. 

"Don't stop, give me a baby. I want your baby. Fill me. I love it so."

And like a good lover, I didn't stop, kept the motion back and forth. Each time I entered her completely, she gave a cry. I stared at her open eyes in the dim light. They had this crazy look as though something possessed her that was so completely different than her normal self.

That something was me. I ground into her time and time again. 

"It's spinning again," she cried. "I feel the earthquake. The ground is shaking. Oh. OOOOh. Don't stop. Harder. I want you to enter me, all of you."

So I slammed myself against her, into her, my hands under her hips pulling her up to me as my body drove downward against her and through her. She screamed like some unearthly animal, her whole body shaking.

While she was shaking, I felt a pressure building from the back of my body forward, upward. My screams joined hers as I erupted inside her.

Then we both collapsed, exhausted, sleeping deeply, our arms entwined.



The Neighbor



I recently moved into a really nice high rise apartment complex in New York. Rent is way too high, however my friends keep telling me I need to start enjoying life a little. I have been single for a quite a few years and I am now on my 8th vibrator. Hopefully someday they will make a vibrator that can outlast my sexual needs. I need to find a man soon though before I lose my mind with this constant sexual desire I have 24/7. It's getting to the point where I can't even function at work and now even the geeks and nerds are turning me on. They should pass a law that it's mandatory everyone gets laid at least once a day.

.

I decided I would spend my Saturday doing laundry, so I gathered my clothes and headed down stairs to the laundry room. When I walked in I saw my neighbor down the hall. We spoke in passing once and he introduced himself as Bert. He seemed like a nice guy just not very interested in me, so I thought. Bert was a big guy and maybe he was just shy or something. I said, "good morning" and proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading the last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around Bert was standing there holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his jeans. I instantly felt a jolt run through my pussy, I didn't know what was happening to me. Bert then ran his finger tips slowly down my chest and over my hard nipples, he then ran his hands down to the bottom of my short mini skirt. He slipped his fingers into my panties and began to rub my clit very gently. He then picked me up and sat me on the folding table as he quickly spread my legs apart with severe urgency. My pussy welcomed his warm wet tongue. As I lay there moaning and rubbing my hard nipples, trying to hold back my orgasm and wanting this moment to last forever. 


I heard the door open and suddenly my other neighbor Steve walked in. I didn't know what to do, I just knew I didn't want to stop. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clit with my hand as Bert fucked my hole with his tongue. He gently sucked and licked every part of my wet pussy. 

I suddenly felt someone next to my head and opened my eyes to see Steve rubbing his massive bulge in his pants. He leaned down and slowly kissed and sucked my hard nipples and all around my large 44dd breasts. I reached over and undid his jeans to let his huge 10 inch cock free from its confinement. I grabbed his throbbing dick and pulled it to my mouth, licking the head in circles and then sucking the shaft as deep as I could take it. I know I almost took it all and had to stretch my mouth as wide as it would go to get that thick monster into my mouth. I continued to ram his cock into my mouth gently licking the head of it with my tongue. Suddenly I couldn't hold back anymore and I let out a scream just as my pussy squirted all over Berts face.

Bert moved around me and gently kissed my lips letting me taste my own sweet juice. Steve moved down below and slowly licked around my clit and between my wet lips enjoying the sweet taste of my cum. Steve then slowly slid his dick into my waiting cunt, filling me with his massive shaft as I took Berts big cock into my mouth, licking and sucking and teasing his balls with my tongue. Steve felt so good inside of me as his cock kept ramming me hard and deep. The harder my pussy got fucked the harder and more vigorously I sucked on Berts cock. I felt the cock in my mouth begin to swell and it started exploding its hot sticky cum into my mouth as I kept trying to swallow every last drop. I was so cock hungry that this sent me into another orgasm and as my pussy started spasming around Steve's huge cock, his cock exploded a huge load of white thick cum deep into me.

Steve lay back on the table and I sat on his welcoming face as he sucked my clit as if it was a lolly pop. Just when I thought I was going to explode again with a powerful orgasm, I felt Bert lean me forward some and slide his dick into my ass. I was now over whelmed and my moaning had turned to screams of ecstasy. Suddenly my body shook and I came like never before, wetting all three of us. I took both Bert and Steve into my mouth and sucked as if I was sucking the life out of them. It wasn't long before I felt the warm flow of Berts cock erupt into my mouth and Steves cock shot another load of cum down my throat as I savored every last drop.

Steve now lifted me up and set my ass hole on his cock and forced it as deep as it could go into my ass. Bert climbed on me and put his cock in my pussy and I was now having my first DP. Having two cocks filling my ass and pussy at the same time was almost too great to handle. I was drifting off into another world as if I was having an out of body experience. Just then as if he appeared out of nowhere I heard another zipper and opened my eyes to see a tall man with a long hard dick in his hand push his shaft into my mouth. I eagerly accepted his hunk of meat and sucked on it as a 2yr old sucking on a tootsie roll. Now every hole in my body was being fucked and it was like a dream come true. As the dick in my ass went in the one in my pussy would go out and visa versa. I just kept getting hotter and hotter, I sucked harder and harder. Then the cock in my mouth erupted with such force I almost choked and he had to pull it out and shot the rest of his load all over my face. That is when I noticed two more men standing there stroking there cocks and waiting to get sucked. The next one stepped up and I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and grabbed the other one and stroked it with my hand.

Now I had just had one cock shoot its load in my face and I have one in my mouth and one in my hand and one each in my pussy and asshole. I started having one orgasm after another, my body took over a state of pleasure I did not know existed. I was a constant wave of pleasure as I just kept cummmming. My hips were pumping to meet every cock thrust as the cock in my mouth began to swell I started sucking harder until it emptied its load into my mouth. The cock in my hand got so worked up he shot his load all over my breasts. I felt the cock in my ass swell and dump his load of hot cum deep in my ass, that sent the cock in my pussy over the edge and he blew his cum inside of me. We collapsed is a heap and I barley had enough energy to finish my laundry. What a welcoming party it was.



The Neighbor



I'd worked late the night before, so it was a bit of a luxury to sleep in a couple of extra hours on a Saturday morning. I woke remembering that Darla my wife had a hair appointment when I did and knew she'd already left. Wearing only my boxers, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee and clear my head a little before taking a shower. I had woke in the midst of a very erotic dream, frustrating enough as it was as I wished I hadn't. Now with a raging hardon, on top of everything else, I figured the coffee, a chance to wake up and let the last vestiges of that dream finally go away, and I could at last pee too!

I sat down at the kitchen table a cup of coffee in one hand and my cock in the other. I hadn't even realized that I was holding onto myself, absentmindedly stroking it, remembering, or rather trying to remember the dream I'd been having which was rapidly escalating into more of a fantasy type thought when I heard a firm rap on the back door, followed by JayLynn our next door neighbor suddenly stepping inside the house. 

It wasn't unusual for her to do that, especially on a Saturday or Sunday when the girls usually got together for a cup of coffee and to share the latest gossip. But with Darla gone, I certainly hadn't expected her to do so. Had I, I wouldn't have been sitting there in nothing more than my boxers with my exposed hard prick sticking straight out with my hand wrapped around it. Luckily for me I was sitting down and seriously doubted she'd been able to see what I was doing even though she tossed me a curious glanced as she entered.

"Is Darla here?" she asked.

"Nope, had an early morning hair appointment," I explained, feeling my face flush as I sat there now trying to will my cock desperately into going down.

"She be back soon?" she asked again.

"Don't really know, said something about it last night around this time, so don't imagine she'll be back for a while yet."

Bad enough I still had the stiff prick, worse was the fact that my dream, now fantasy, now predicament had all centered around JayLynn, our sexy full breasted next door neighbor. 

"Mind if I join you for a cup of coffee?" she asked. 

"Help yourself," I stated, happy to see she was already making her way over to the cupboard where the cups were stored. I was in no position to stand up and get her one myself anyway. Not that there would have been any big deal in her seeing me in my boxer shorts for one thing, I often wore nothing more than a pair of shorts around the house on the weekends anyway, but having a stiff hard prick sticking out of them might have been a little harder trying to explain.

After pouring herself a cup of coffee she walked over and joined me at the table. She wore a loose fitting white sleeveless blouse that probably had one, if not two more unbuttoned buttons than might seem necessary under the circumstances, giving me a pretty clear view of some damn fine titty cleavage, which didn't help one iota with my current situation whatsoever.

"Going to be a hot one today isn't it? She offered wiping first her forehead with one of the napkins she pulled from the holder sitting between us, then dabbing at that succulent little valley of tit-flesh with another, forcing my eyes to follow the movement, catching a glimpse of a watery sheen between them that did little more than stir my already vivid imagination.

"You guys are lucky," she added a second later.

"Oh? Whys that?"

"Because you can go practically any where you like without having to wear a shirt that's why!"

I laughed.

"No seriously!  The only difference is, we have tits, and men don't, good grief we both have nipples, which is really silly as women can show off much of their actual breasts just as long as the nipples don't show, how stupid is that?"

She did have a point, and I laughed with her again, even though all this talk about breasts and nipples was doing little if anything in causing my erection to go down any.

"Well anytime you want to come over here without having to wear a top, your certainly more than welcome to do so," I kidded only half jokingly. 

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd like that, but not too sure that Darla would appreciate it any," she smiled back at me.

"Darla wouldn't mind," I dared saying, serious about it as I knew that Darla had quite a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, herself, though I failed to add that her being there with me if and when JayLynn ever really did that might be an added necessary requirement. I'd come home on a Sunday afternoon after a round of golf with the guys and had caught the two of them laying out in the back yard together, sans tops. Had even gotten a quick glimpse of JayLnn's magnificent breasts before she'd managed to stuff them back inside her bikini top before sitting up.

"She wouldn't huh?" JayLynn smiled mischievously.

"Well, I know I wouldn't anyway," I thought silently to myself, and then watched in what suddenly became slow motion as JayLynn reached up, undoing the last few button's of her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal two braless, very tanned, and very full tantalizing breasts. She shrugged out of the garment, letting it fall onto the chair behind her, taking a sip of coffee from her cup, her eyes focused directly towards me, catching my own when I finally tore them away from her tits to meet hers.

"Surprised?"

"Ah yeah, a little anyway," I said trying to regain my composure though my cock throbbed with a mind of its own, though I no longer held it, now holding on to the coffee cup with two hands which had become very necessary as badly as they were now shaking. 

"So Brad, what was it you were doing when I came in?" She asked.

"Just waking up," I tossed out innocently.

"Ah huh, that's not exactly what I meant," she stated still smiling at me behind the mug.

"I'm not sure I follow you," I told her feeling my face suddenly beginning to heat up once again.

"Looked to me like you were jerking off when I entered," she said easily. "Unless you were just scratching it, but I usually scratch with my eyes open, and without a pleasured, flushed expression on my face even if I do."

"I, uh...I was uh...just,"

JayLynn chuckled, "Just jerking off," she finished for me in a teasing way. "No sense trying to hide it," she continued. "I could see that lovely hard cock of yours sticking out of your shorts when I walked in the door. You make a habit of masturbating over a cup of coffee every morning?" she pressed. "Maybe I should try doing that myself, hell of a pick me up, that's for sure!"

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't. I just sat there though my cock had suddenly lost a great deal of its firmness for some reason.

"Well don't let me stop you," she started up once again.

"What?"

"Stop you from finishing what you'd began, after all, this IS your house, and I'm the one who suddenly barged in."

Once again she had a point. Not to mention she was the one who was now sitting across from me with her tits hanging out.

"Let me see it."

"Really?"

"Yes...really."

I simply scooted back, my prick standing full-on and hard once again now, splitting though the narrow opening of my boxer shorts.

"Hmm, that's a nice one," she said standing up already beginning to remove the pair of matching white shorts she'd been wearing. "Bet you've been a horny little boy all morning haven't you?" she teased, stepping out of her shorts, kicking them behind her. "And I've got a very, very wet pussy that would just love to slide up and down that big hard cock of yours, think we have enough time?" she asked already beginning to straddle my lap.

"Hopefully, if we hurry." I told her somewhat worriedly.

"Oh, I don't think it's going to take very long," she said easing herself down onto my prick. "Not for either one of us," she added lustily, the silkiness of her sweet juicy cunt already bathing the entire length of my shaft, which was now hilted deeply inside her.

"Fuck me baby, and fuck me hard!" JayLynn cooed. "Give it to me, give me all that nice sweet man cream of yours!"

The feel of that deliciously succulent cunt slipping up and down my hard shaft was exquisite, as was the feel of those luscious breasts of hers filling my hands as I rolled, pinched and pulled on those hard marble sized nipples of hers.

"Yes baby yes! That's it! Pull on em, play with em, suck em and kiss them while you fuck me!" She urged wildly.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I cried back thrusting deeply in and out of her with each breath.

"Hey! She's home!" JayLynn stated. "I can hear her car pulling up into the drive now!"

"Fuck! Not again!" I stammered out.

"What?"

"Never mind, too hard to explain, and you'd never understand anyway," I told her.

I looked up and watched as my wife entered the kitchen sporting her new haircut. "Well? You like?"

"Yeah, looks nice," I grumbled.

"Nice?" she said somewhat dejectedly.

"Well I think it's absolutely adorable!" JayLynn told her.  "Maybe I should get mine cut just as short too," she added. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please," she said coming over to take a seat across from me. "So, what have you two been talking about while I was gone," my wife asked.

"Not much talking," JayLynn told her. "Mostly sipping coffee and looking at each other. Your husband usually this grumpy in the morning?"

"If you two will excuse me, I'm going back to bed for a while," I told the two of them.

Darla and JayLynn looked at each other, watching me leave. "Not usually no. Only when he's not been getting any, or when he's been working too hard," my wife told her friend.  "And I assure you...it has nothing to do with me."



The Neighbor



Cassia had just moved into her flat and was unfamiliar with the neighborhood. She had always lived on the other side of the city, so she was a bit nervous about being outside of her door. Her demanding job didn't leave her much time to get to know the other tenants, but as the weeks passed, she became more comfortable with her new surroundings, as well as the people that came and went routinely. She noticed one neighbor in particular, a strikingly handsome, dark-haired man in his mid twenties, who lived in the flat next to hers. Cassia met Thom in the hall several times while leaving for work and he was always friendly to her. He made time for small talk, and exchanged flirtatious smiles. Thom's smile melted Cassia every time she saw him, but when she looked into his gorgeous, green eyes, she was completely sucked in. 

Thom's stature was average, but nothing else about him was. He had an incredible build on him. Cassia could see the contour of his muscles through his shirt and she couldn't help staring at his broad shoulders and meaty backside when he turned to walk away. Cassia thought to herself that she would love to put her hands on that tight, round butt of his.

It was a warm, muggy Saturday night; Cassia had stripped down to her white lace thong and a cropped off wife beater. She knew it was sultry outside, away from the air conditioning, but she didn't want to be cooped up in the apartment. She decided to grab a beer and go on her balcony to watch the stars. It was a beautiful night, one she wished she wasn't spending alone.

Cassia took a long sip from her beer; it was ice cold and tasted good; she set it down to lean out over the railing for a better look at the sky above. The stars were bright in spite of the city lights and she was enjoying the view. "There's another view I'd like to be enjoying right now," she thought to herself. Cassia recently discovered that Thom liked lounging in the buff on his balcony. She was sure he had caught her a time or two peeking at him. A mischievous smile crept over her face at the thought of actually getting caught. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when she heard a door squeak off to the side and behind her. 

Thom had entered his balcony. Cassia, realizing what little she had on, wanted to rush into her apartment, but decided to let Thom have a good look at her, so she pretended not to notice. She arched her back, causing her perfectly round butt to poke outward. 

Thom was pleasantly surprised to find Cassia out on her balcony, and even more pleasing was finding her scantily dressed. Cassia's long, dark hair hung loosely down her back. Her narrow waist swept nicely into flawlessly round and shapely buttocks. Her legs and arms were tan and muscular. Thom felt the evidence of taking in Cassia's beauty, which sent electrifying sensations into his very core. Thom continued to consume Cassia with his desiring gaze and from the angle he was at, he could see the curve of her breasts from under her cropped top. 

"Perfect in every way," he thought to himself. 

Thom cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Nice night tonight isn't it"?

Slowly, Cassia turned around to greet her sexy neighbor. She didn't know if he was dressed this time or naked, but when she turned and saw that he was indeed naked, she blushed out a squeaky, "Yes it is." 

Cassia couldn't take her eyes off him. Thom's sexuality touched every nerve in her body. She took in every inch of his muscular body and before she realized it, she was staring at his genitals. Cassia had been admiring his hard body from inside her apartment but now they were up close and personal. She cleared her throat and took another sip of her beer. 

"Would you like one?" she asked Thom, with a little more certainty in her voice. 

"Yes, that would be great. Thanks. It certainly is warm enough tonight," Thom replied. 

With a head nod Cassia agreed, and left to get the beer for Thom.

Now she had a moment to compose herself. While inside, she took an extra minute to glance in the mirror, making sure she looked alright. She grabbed the beer for Thom and headed back out to the balcony. 

Handing Thom the beer gave the two of them a chance to lock eyes. Both enjoyed what they saw. Cassie smiled a nervous smile as Thom took the beer from her.

"Great outfit," he remarked. 

"Thanks," smiled Cassia. "I really like what you're wearing too. Nice shade of copper-tone tan."

Laughing at her comment, Thom motioned to step over the railing that separated their two balconies.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Please, by all means do." 

Together they walked over to the railing where Cassia had been standing earlier. As they looked up at the star-lit sky, admiring the beauty of it, the two talked about the stars and pointed to the different constellations that they saw. 

Keeping her mind focused on the sky was a punishing task for Cassia. Not only was Thom standing right beside her completely naked but God, he smelled wonderful, his cologne taunting her. 

Cassia accidentally moved her hand over Thom's, and before she could move it back, he took her hand in his. He turned and smiled at her with a look in his eyes that told her he wanted her. He caressed her face, feeling the softness of it. 

Thom pulled her close into his arms; he could feel the suppleness of her breasts against his bare chest. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her sweet scent. 

Cassia felt a blush stain her cheeks, but she also felt something else. His touch excited her and her body responded to it. Her nipples were growing hard, and she felt those enticing electrical pulses of excitement tug deep down inside of her, she could feel the wetness soak her panties.

As Thom persisted with the seduction, he placed his finger on her lips and traced their outline. When he reached the seam of her lips, Cassia parted them and sucked his finger deep into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around and around it and licked it as though it were a lollipop. The sensation penetrated Thom's very essence

Thom's lips gently grazed Cassia's making her suck in her breath with anticipation. She leaned forward, hungry for the next encounter. Thom nibbled her bottom lip, and she licked the inside of his upper lip as he did so. Their lips locked and released as if in a combat to conquer the other. Thom pressed his tongue against her lips until it found its way inside her mouth and she eagerly kissed him back. The feverish kisses were contagious and spread from their mouths to their necks, and down to their shoulders. Their hands found each others bodies. 

Thom slid his hand under Cassia's tee shirt and cupped her breast; it felt warm and soft as he gently massaged it. His fingers caressed her erect nipple, and he gently rolled it between his finger tips, tugging on it ever so slightly, causing Cassia to moan with pleasure. Once again, she felt those intoxicating electrical pulses tug deep down inside; she nearly orgasmed. Thom's cock was pressed up against her body; she could feel it engorged with evoked excitement. 

Cassia slid her hand over his hard shaft and closed her hand around it. She slowly stroked up and down, squeezing her hand at the top of each stroke. As the first drop of cum leaked out, she turned her hand and coated her thumb. Her slow strokes brought more, and soon her hand was sliding up and down over a film of this wonderful lubrication. She could hear Thom's breathing get shallow, feel him tense up and catch his breath as she continued her ministrations. She was enjoying having total control over his pleasure. 

Thom tried to continue teasing Cassia, but was lost in the pleasure she was generating. Slowly his hand dropped from under her shirt. He arched his back slightly, almost unconsciously, giving her better access. She turned to face him and readjusted her grasp. He was lost in his own pleasure as she increased the tempo and pressure. He was having trouble standing as she continued to tease, weaving from side to side. She felt him tense even more and heard him suck in his breath. She felt his cock pulse and spasm. He continued to weave and thrust his cock upward in her hand as she felt the warm fluid running down her fingers. Looking down, she saw her hand was covered with his cum. 

Thom's cock was still pulsing and straining; his erection remained hard, hungry for more. Cassia wasn't finished. She slowly turned and headed to the kitchen, leading Thom by his cock. Without letting go, she opened a drawer and pulled out a washcloth. Gently squeezing and teasing him with one hand, she turned on the faucet and moistened the washcloth with the other. Thom's hard cock remained erect as she cleaned the cum off of his cock and her hand. The water was cool and felt good to him.

Cassia lowered to her knees; she was eye level with Thom's cock which glistened from the wetness. She ran her hand around it and pulled it down slightly, pointing it at her face. With meticulous motion, Cassia slid her tongue over the head of Thom's cock. She moved it around and over the tip, before sliding it into her mouth. She took the entire length of it, slipping her tongue around it in her mouth. All Thom could do was groan. 

Cassia continued taunting and teasing Thom's cock until he thought he would explode again. Although he was enjoying this immensely, he stopped Cassia and brought her to her feet.

Thom lifted Cassia up, carried her down the hall to her bedroom, and placed her on the bed. He kissed her lips, gently biting and sucking on them. Their arousal continued to escalate as he stuck his tongue in her mouth and found her tongue. Their lips were pressed hard against each others and their tongues locked in a swordfight like duel. 

Cassia' body was heaving with desire. Thom took the cue to move down her body to her sweet split and stuck his tongue between her smooth, pink lips. It didn't take him long to find her clit and he sucked on it. Her juices were sweet as he worked tongue over it. The sucking and nibbling made her squirm and wriggle from the powers of ecstasy. 

Cassia grabbed Thom's head and pushed him deeper into her vagina; his licking and sucking brought her close to orgasm as she tensed her body and moaned out loud. Thom slid his middle finger inside and it didn't take him long to find her G spot. He slowly and steadily slid his finger in and out, brushing up against her G spot until she screamed out with orgasmic abandon. 

Cassia pulled Thom up to her and he slid his rock hard cock inside her wet vagina. It felt incredible as he pushed to find the bottom of her. Lingering just a moment he pulled back and thrust his cock deep into her again. They both moaned with pleasure as Thom continued to fuck Cassia in a rhythmic motion, alternating between slow and teasing, to rapidly burying his cock deep inside of her. 

Thom was getting very excited; his cock throbbed and yearned to explode with cum. The intensity was mind blowing but he didn't want to cum again just yet. 

He flipped Cassia over onto her knees. He wanted that sweet round ass of hers up against his body. Cassia reached over to the night stand and took a small vibrator out of drawer. 

Cassia placed it on her clit as Thom filled her vagina again with his rock hard cock. Thom could feel the vibration as Cassia pleasured herself. The feeling was intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Cassia's muscles were squeezing and massaging his hard cock as he thrust it deep into her over and over again. 

Cassia moaned and pushed hard against Thom. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside of her. The sensation was more than they could hold back from; simultaneously they exploded with orgasmic relief that left them shaking, weak, and breathless. They collapsed into a heap on the bed.



The Neighbor



Tom lived a pretty normal life, worked 9 to 5, had a middle management job and a reasonable attractive wife who worked as a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company. He and his wife had sex 3 or 4 times a week when they were not too tired from work and their steady exercise routine. Tom's wife Lisa was out of town about a week out of the month for work giving Tom some free time to go out with friends and play golf.

Tom's next door neighbors were around a lot too. Mike was turning into a golf buddy and his wife Taylor liked to hang out with them and have drinks a couple nights a week. Mike was a good guy to hang out with but other than golf he never did anything without Taylor or without Taylor's permission. Tom never understood how Mike was so wrapped up by Taylor, she was not exactly a supermodel. She stood about 5 feet eight inches and was what one might call voluptuous, even a bit thick. She had long dark hair and decent size breasts. She usually dressed like a business woman but in a sexy way. Perhaps that was it Tom thought. Perhaps her dress and attitude which exuding a sexy kind of confidence is what held Mike so tightly. Either way Tom was content with his petite little money making wife...or so he thought.

One day after work when Lisa was away on business Tom was at home working out. Tom liked working out at home over the gym, how else could he work out in only boxer shorts. As Tom was in the middle of doing lunges across the living room there was a knock at the door. When Tom went over and opened the door he was greeted by Taylor dressed in a gray skirt suit with a low cut black silk blouse, black high heels and black stockings.

"Hey Tom, hope I didn't catch you at a bad time I just wanted to return this casserole dish I borrowed from Lisa last week," Taylor's arm extended out with a clear pyrex dish held in her hand.

"No problem I will tell her you brought it back," Tom said taking the dish.

"You look kind of heated up Tom what have you been doing?" Taylor asked in her throaty voice.

"Just working out a bit."

"Oh really? You know Mike really wants to get in better shape and I thought I would get him something for his birthday but I am not sure what. Mind if I see your equipment?"

"Yeah sure, come on in," Tom stepped out of the way allowing Taylor to walk past him into the house. Tom caught the scent of her perfume as she walked by him and thought it smelled like something Lisa wore sometimes, one of his favorites.

"So do you get lonely when Lisa is out of town big guy?" Taylor asked as she strutted in front of Tom towards the living room.

"Well it is nice to have a little time to yourself, but sure I miss it when she's not here. Some things are better with two people than just one you know," he quipped.

"Yeah I guess lifting heavy things is better with a spotter," Taylor said as she looked at him with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

"Silly me trying to trade jibes with you Taylor," Tom retorted turning to show her his workout bench and adjustable dumbbells.

"Oh come on Tom," she said laughing," I know Mike takes care of himself when I'm not around. I was just teasing. What am I suppose to think when a guy answers the door breathing heavy wearing only his boxers."

"Really I was just working out Taylor."

"Well Lisa has been gone a couple of days I am sure you are taking care of that sort of thing."

"Yeah well," Tom said getting a bit uncomfortable," so this is the bench and the dumbbells are pretty expensive but the adjusting feature is great for working different body parts."

"Looks like you are making good use of them," she said as she sat on the couch and crossed her legs," but don't change the subject yet Tommy. Don't waste all that sexual energy on a bunch of dumbbells." Taylor's eyes took on a look that Tom could only think of as predatory and it did not worry him for fear of Taylor but for fear that he was starting to get turned on. Her scent, her outfit, and her attitude were making him wish he had rubbed one out today to keep the thoughts he was having at bay. For now he did not know where the conversation was going and had no idea of what to say.

She took the opportunity that Tom's silence allowed her," You know Tom you don't have to waste your time and money on porn to get yourself off, I would be happy to give you a little something to jerk off to. " Taylor uncrossed and crossed her legs causing her skirt to ride up her legs and reveal the tops of her stockings as she leaned back on the couch and stretched her arms out to rest them on the back of the couch. She took a deep breath and Tom's eyes went straight to the ample cleavage she had on display.

"It's okay Tom, it's not like I am saying you should cheat on your wife. I just really would enjoy watching you pleasure yourself and would be happy to give you a little fodder for the fire while you are at it. Think of it as phone sex without the phone. Oh Tommy," her grin went from ear to ear as her eyes traveled down to his crotch and saw a slight protrusion, "something tells me you like my idea."

"I'm not so sure Taylor..."

"Oh I think you've made up your mind Tommy, just reach down and put your hand inside the front hole of your boxers," Taylor's voice took on a new sort of confidence that Tom could not seem to ignore and his hand found the opening of his boxers and grabbed hold of his cock.

"Yesssss baby, that's better," Taylor hissed as she watched Tom giving in to the temptation. "Now pull that cock out and start to slowly stroke it," she softly said as her legs uncrossed and crossed again making her skirt ride even higher up her thighs so the dark garters were in plain view in stark contrast to her pale skin. "Stroke that cock for me Tommy, yes that's it baby, feels good doesn't it?"

Tom's hand moved up and down his cock as his eyes took in Taylor's nylon clad legs and followed them up to her thighs and found himself hoping for a glimpse of a little more.

"Tell Taylor baby, tell me how it feels," she cooed.

"Feels...feels good," Tom let out in between deep breaths.

"Yes it does, just keep stroking slowly. No not too fast baby," she said when she saw Tom's pace start to quicken. In response Tom's hand slowed back to its original gait. Part of him could not believe he was doing this but he was so turned on by the situation he could not make himself stop.

"Ooo that's good Tommy, you listen really well."

Tom could not believe how turned on he was, as much as he loved his wife he knew if Taylor asked right now he would lay her in second. For now all he did was stroke and listen to Taylor.

"Now Tommy just think about your head between my thighs, your face in my crotch with your tongue lapping at my pussy," her hands had moved down and started massaging her thighs. "Keep that pace slow and if you feel your knees getting week just go down to the floor baby. It's good to kneel for me while you stroke your cock. It let's you not worry about how weak you feel right now giving in to all your lust."

Tom felt relief as he went down to his knees and kept stroking his rock hard cock. His mind was so fuzzy and his arousal so intense he only wanted to stroke. His breaths were becoming more and more ragged and occasionally came out as a moan.

"Oh yeah stroke and moan for me baby, you know how good it feels stroking your cock like I tell you. Let me give you just a little more help," Taylor said as her hands moved down and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it aside revealing her large breasts encased in a black lace bra. "Oh your eyes have found something else they like that I have," she said in a mocking tone. "Just watch and stroke that cock for me baby."

Tom's head was spinning as he was caught up in the moment and Taylor's direction of his masturbation. 

"You can speed up a little now Tommy," Tom's hand immediately moved faster, the sensation causing a loud grunt to come from his mouth. "Ooooo yeah Tommy, that's it. Now baby you're going to come soon and when you do I want you to stare into my eyes. You'll want to close your eyes but just fight it and stare in my eyes and enjoy the sensations."

Tom's eyes moved up to meet Taylor's and his hand kept moving up and down as he felt his legs start to tighten up.

"Yes, here it comes baby, you can't help yourself you need to come for me. Yessss, you can't help it can you baby..." Taylor's last statement ended with the beginning of Tom's eruption. Groan and grunt poured from Tom as ropes of come shot from his cock. His eyes were locked on Taylor's which were beaming a look of satisfaction.

Tom's orgasm finally subsided and his head dropped down as he tried to catch his breath. 

"Well thanks for the information about the workout equipment Tommy, and thanks for letting me watch you work yourself out," she said with a smirk as she got up off the couch and walked over to stand in front of him looking down at him on his knees. "You should probably clean this mess up before someone sees it Tommy," her voice carried a bit of disdain now losing the sultry tone it carried only moments earlier. Tom felt a rush of shame for what he had just done as his head started to clear. Taylor looked down at him one last time, patted his head and slid her hand down to his chin and lifted his face up to look at her," Don't worry baby, I won't say a word about this," and then walked out of the room which was followed shortly after by the opening and closing of the front door signaling her exit from the house.



The Neighbor



My Dear Readers,

Disclaimer:

What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.

Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care.

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Dom Woolf

P.S. This short story was inspired by a readers letter. Thank you BG13.

The Neighbor

She sneaked a peek out her front window watching the house across the street. Almost every weekend since He had moved in, there were parties of the most intriguing people. Cars would arrive soon after dark and couples or quartets of people dressed in leather or cloaks or very short tight dresses would alight from their cars and laughing and snuggling would practically dance up to the door and disappear inside.

They were never loud noisy parties. You never really heard them at all except for the unusual music that seemed to drift on the air most evenings, haunting sensuous music that seemed to reach down deep in your body and trigger memories of hot wet naked bodies all tangled together.

Late at night, always after midnight and sometimes as late as dawn she had watched as people left the party, cozy together, seemingly spent. Not drunk and noisy, just glowing as thought very satisfied.

She remembered being that way, very satisfied and loose and relaxed, snuggled against her date after certain parties a long time ago. Back before she had gotten married, back before kids and household chores and laundry and meals and cleaning had taken over her life. She missed the freedom to go and play until late in the evening with no worries about getting up in the morning, getting the breakfasts, and sending hubby off to work and life. She sighed.

She wondered what went on over there, in that house, she could see but not envision. What strange things happened behind those closed drapes and fenced-in back yard.

It wasn't that she wanted to give up her husband or child, wasn't that she wanted to be single. She just wanted a little mystery, a little excitement. Hell to be honest she just wanted a little more oomph in her sex life. She wanted to be a little crazy, a bit daring, and mysterious, to have something new or unusual happen. To be ravished just a little, maybe spanked just a bit, forced to go just a bit further, to have to try just a bit harder to please.

Time to start dinner.

The very next Wednesday she had arraigned for a sitter to come by and pick up the kids, so she could get her hair done and do some shopping. She dressed up just a bit more than she usually did. She expecting to treat herself to some "me" time for a change, when the fates she had been grumbling at all week stepped in and changed her life. 

She had locked up the house, grabbed her purse, and shut the door behind her hearing the lock snap into place when she realized her keys and cell phone were sitting on the table in the kitchen. The front door was locked tight, as were each of the windows and doors all the way around the house. 

So much for me time. 

The only neighbors that she knew had of course, gone to work or out someplace. That left only one place for her to go, the one neighbor who was always home; the house across the street.

She had only seen him once standing in his front yard, wearing black leather pants and no shirt as he spoke to the mail lady about something. She remembered he looked like the guy from the highlander show but without the ponytail. 

She knocked on the door, almost afraid to disturb the quiet. She could hear the rumble of his voice even if she couldn't make out the words. The door was inched open by the most slender fingers attached to the longest nails she had ever seen. The face of a woman appeared framed by long black hair.

"May I help you?"

She stammered out her explanation, neighbor, locked out, need to use the phone. Sometime in the middle of her babbling the door opened revealing the woman's tall thin figure dressed in the thinnest swimsuit she had ever seen. It was as if a long piece of black ribbon was draped off her neck, crossed her nipple, slid down between her legs, wound around her waist and returned up the opposite path to cross her other nipple and tie behind her neck. The material was so thin and delicate that you could count the bumps on her nipples and see the division of her labia. It covered everything and yet shouted sex and nudity and wanton displays of femininity.

The fingers and those long red nails curled beckoning her into the house and pointing the way into the living room as the woman shut the door behind them.

The interior was rich and dark, solid woods made up the furniture and the walls and floor where it wasn't covered by hand woven rugs. She stepped into the living room and there He was, once again shirtless, seated in a comfortable overstuffed chair, wearing a brief nylon swimsuit that clung to every bit of him. Kneeling at his side, on a large square pillow, was another woman, a redhead in a dark green swim suit. She was half reclined over the arm of his chair and he was stroking that mass of red hair, as one would pet a cat in your lap.

"Our neighbor from across the street. She's locked herself out and requests use of the phone."

"Of course." His free hand gestured towards the phone on a table next to a most unusual love seat. It was made in a figure S but was open between the places where two people would sit. 

She tried to call her husband and her sitter, then several friends. All she got was voice mail. She left messages then sat wondering what to do next. 

"Cerci." His deep voice quietly rumbled. "Fetch a drink for our guest."

The dark haired women, Cerci, offered several choices, asked her preference and left the room after a nod from ...

"I'm sorry I don't even know your name and here I am barging into your home and..."

"Nonsense, you're a neighbor in need and we would be poor neighbors indeed if we refused to come to your assistance."

"Thank you. You have such a lovely home and..." she stammered to a stop as she noticed the red-haired women's hand stroking the bulge of the man's cock through his swimsuit.

"Pay no attention to my pet; she has a one track mind." He closed his powerful looking fingers in the woman's hair and slowly pulled until her back and neck were arched. The woman's eyes closed and her lips parted just a bit as a sigh escaped her.

"I didn't mean to intrude." She stammered, watching the woman squirm in his grasp and wondering what it felt like to be so controlled. 

He stared at her over the woman's struggling body. "Oh I think you did! You have been watching my home for some time now."

She could feel the blush burn on her face as she started to deny the allegation, but a simple crook of his eyebrow and she knew she couldn't deny it.

"I'm sorry."

"That is a good beginning." He abruptly dropped the redhead back on her pillow. "Watch." He said to her. 

He turned slightly towards the woman sprawled on the pillow. "Attention." He commanded.

The woman was quickly on her knees; her legs spread apart, her back straight, shoulders back. Her arms went behind her back, wrists crossed.

She watched him turn towards her and reach out a hand. "Come here."

Why she did it, why she didn't jump up and leave, as she should have she didn't know. She found her self putting her hand in his and allowing him to guide her over next to the redhead.

"See how she holds herself. How proud she carries herself." He reached down and caressed the barely covered breast. "She submits and in submitting takes the ultimate control of her life."

The back of His hand traced gently down the woman's face. His fingers gripped her chin and lifted it. The woman's lips went soft and parted just a bit as he bent down and kissed her.

"Submit" His voice was quiet and gentle yet the woman's reaction was the same as if a marine drill sergeant had barked a command. The redhead slid, in a smooth graceful move that brought her hands and arms over her head, wrists crossed. Her long hair tossed up and between her arms spreading out just waiting to be caught by some rough hand.

He reached down and pulled the bow behind her neck and smoothly slipped the ribbon suit off her body. Naked the woman remained, spread, and displayed.

He turned and guided her down next to the naked woman. "Touch her. Feel how she trembles. How wet her submission makes her."

His hand gently lead hers across the woman's back and over her taut buttocks, down between her legs to that moist, wet place that can only be woman. Now her own fingers seemed to betray her as they explored this slick and dripping place, searched out and rubbed the hard nub that brought a moan from the body so exposed and vulnerable. A moan, her own body seemed to be making. 

His hands were on her shoulders and she relaxed her neck, almost nuzzling into his arms. She longed for those powerful hands to take her, make her strip, make her naked and exposed to his dark brown eyes. Force her to be spread and open and wet for him.

Instead he gripped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. He looked into her eyes and seemed to be looking into her soul. She felt herself drowning in the blackness of his sight.

She walked down the sidewalk and crossed the street as her husband's car pulled into the driveway. She was uncertain how she got there. She had been... somewhere. She seemed to remember, water and naked bodies and feeling that she belonged... 

She shook her head and babbled something about being locked out and her husband laughed. The sitter dropped off the kids and she got busy with dinner, baths, and the usual nightly routine. He never noticed how all evening long she was lost in her thoughts. He watched TV and they went to bed.

The next day the world seemed less misty, sunnier then she recalled in a long time. Her routine went by more easily the day didn't seem to drag by. 

She went out to get the mail and noticed the envelope with no stamp or name on it. It wasn't sealed and inside was a single note.

I enjoyed our meeting yesterday. If you wish to learn more, I invite you and your husband to join my party this Saturday. Eight P.M. Dress is casual. R.S.V.P. not required. 

It was signed: Master Richard Tyler.



The Neighbor



Coming home, he places his laptop on dining room. He pauses; sounds from upstairs. He laughs gently, as he makes his way to the stairs. He wonders how his wife guessed he was getting home early. She sometimes would pull out her toys, and get herself warmed up for him, knowing just how much he enjoyed watching her. As he got to the top of stairs, he could hear small screams, as if she was close to climax. He was a little surprised at that; she generally waited for him. The bedroom door at the end of the hallway is cracked, so he decides to peek in, instead of just opening the door, and disturbing her.

Peeking into the room, he gets more than he expected. His beautiful, blonde wife, still half dressed, hands tossed above her head with fingers gripping pillows as she lay on her back, breathing heavily. Her is shirt open, showing her full breasts; her skirt raised, high above her hips. He can see her face, as her head tosses back and forth; he knows she was close. 

But there is no toy between her legs. There was a man there, licking against her inner walls before covering her completely.  How dare she; the slut, the whore!!! 

He wanted to barge in and rip the man off of her, but for a moment his wife's sounds make him look at her again. The beautiful exquisite look on her face, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open... she was making small panting sounds and now and then he could see her bite her lower lip as if the stranger was hitting the right spot. It made him rethink the situation. He remembered, not too long ago, they talked about something like this; having him come home and see her with another man. At the time, he was against the idea, feeling as if his love for her would now allow him to share her. The conversation was in no way concluded, and her betrayal mounted within him. Still, an inkling of heat flooded him; he didn’t know whether or not he wanted to interrupt, or simply watch.

He takes a small step back from the door, crushed that she would not talk to him about this first. He turns to walk away, beginning to feel defeated, broken, impotent; hearing his wife's cries of pleasure. Curiosity makes him want to go back, to see her. This is wrong, he tells himself, as the desire to see her cum takes over. He turns about, and stares through the opening in the door.

He pauses for a moment, halfway; he hopes he can be quick enough as he moves. The spare room, just to the right; rushing in, he opens the closet. He finds it, the video camera, just as her cries now becomes screams and he moves carefully, towards the crack. He positions the camera at the crack, before pushed the door open a bit more. he prayed it wouldn’t squeak, as he focused it on both her and the man devouring her.

The pillow she was clenching before is now grasped over her face. The man has his arms 
wrapped around her thighs, preventing her from moving away from him. The pillow covering her face now flies across the room, her legs tightening. She cries out, “Oh, my freaking god! Don't stop... please... please, don't stop!... Ayiiiiieeeeeee!!”

He looks at the camera; he sees that he caught most of it. He steps back from the door, listening, to make sure he was not seen, wanting to find out what happens.

“Like that did you? Well, I got more for you,” he hears the man exclaim; his voice sounding familiar, but he cannot place it.

There is the sound of clothing and then a zipper; he curiously peeks back into the bedroom again, and now he sees the stranger kneeling at the end of the bed. His pants are down by his ankles and he is leaning over his wife's thighs, licking her clean. The man is blocking the way to the door, so he moves, to get a better view; he knows his wife can't see him. The man pulls her towards him; he can see his cock is huge as he rises, way bigger than his own. Reaching down between his legs, he strokes it in two long motions before moving it towards her pussy. Feeling playful, as she usually does- at least, when she’s with him- she quickly tries to scramble away; the man has his hands again on her legs, holding them open.

He pondered; should he step in?  He is her husband. He is supposed to protect her, but even though his wife is scrambling, it is not like she is yelling rape or anything. 

“No! I thought we agreed!” he hears his wife protest, “You said you just wanted to go down on me, never said anything about sex. We can't do this; my husband will find out!”

Hearing the stranger laugh, he moves to push open the door but before he does, the stranger speaks. “You think I'm going to let this opportunity pass? For months, you have been teasing me and I finally got you half naked before me, with a nice fucking pussy, just gaping open and waiting for my hard cock. Now you want to claim in a pitiful voice, 'oh my husband, stop!' Like HELL I WILL!”

With that, before he can do anything the stranger pushes his cock easily into her pussy, and she cries out, throwing her head back. He can tell from her voice that it was not so much a pain sound as it seemed to be a very full, pleasured sound. The man moves slowly, in and out. He waits, lying a moment on top of her, letting his prick fill her pussy. He watches the stranger as he grabs her hands and moves them above her head.

Sensing no real danger, he moves the video camera back up to center on the two in the bed. He moves his hand to his now hard cock and carefully tries to unzip his pants, hoping the two in the room can't hear what he is doing. Both of them are so focused on what is happening to each other, that the end of the world could come and neither would know. He reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard cock; seeing his wife filled with that huge prick just turned him on, beyond belief.

“Now- uh- keep your hands u-uh!-up here and this will- unnh- soon be over.  Well maybe – uh god... your pussy-u-uh!- is so fucking... uh – uh- sweet:” the stranger tries to tell his wife.

He watches through the lens as the stranger moves the open bra out of the way, one of his hands onto her breasts. He hears her sigh as the man takes it in his mouth, gently squeezing her to give him full nibbling and sucking access. Hearing his wife starting to make small noises, he can tell she is enjoying what the stranger has to offer. One of her hands moves to touch the strangers shoulder and quickly in a blink of an eye, he has grabbed her hand and presses it above her head with his left hand.

Releasing her breast, he growls, “Ah.. uh... ah... Keep that up there. I want full access to this  beautiful  sexy body.”

Then he watches the man leansup slowly and he pulls his cock almost all the way out of her pussy and then pushes it back into his wife forcefully while holding onto her thighs for leverage. After a few thrusts, his wife small screams starts to get louder. He can tell she is enjoying this and he is glad that he is getting it all on video.

Now her hips are moving up to meet his in a rhythm he knows all too well, and all he can hear is the smacking of their skin on skin. The stranger moves his hands under her butt, to hold her up and give him constant, deeper penetration. His wife starts to cry out in pleasure as her toes and fingers grasp harder against the bed. 

“Oh... God... please... it feels so amazing... don't stop! “

He can hear the stranger laughing and he is surprised when the stranger stops his thrusting. He can now see his wife's face as the stranger leans back; the look of anguish as she is being denied. The stranger stares down at his wife's face. “Tell me you want it.”

His wife tries to squirm under the stranger. He can see the stranger’s right hand still under her buttocks, holding her still as she tries to move her hips up and down so she can get off. He hears her making small whimpering sounds as she begs him. “Oh yes... I want it... please fuck me...please!”

“No, I think I want more. I want more of you and this sweet cunt. Tell me you're going to want this more than just this time; say you will be my slut, my whore... Say it.” he hears the stranger tell his wife.

Would she accept this; would she even tell him? How could he face her, knowing that she was going to get fucked by this guy again. How was he going to deal with just today alone, and why was it turning him on so much? His hand wanders back to his cock and he moves it up and down the shaft, feeling it get wet with precum. With his breath held, he awaits her reply.

“Yes,” he hears her say softly, and soon the stranger is plummeting his cock back into his wife again with enough force it begins to move the bed. She screams out in pleasure and soon he knows the stranger is going to cum as well. He has never heard such screams come from his wife before; from their sounds he thought the stranger's cock was going to go completely through her.

“Cum…. cum for me my slut”, he hears the stranger pant between breaths. “Let me fill you as your sweet pussy clenches about my cock.”

So their moans, groans and screams make him explode, his owns sounds of pleasure are not heard by the two in the bed and he barely has time to cup his hand about his cock so as to not make a mess. The stranger collapses over his wife and he can see that his wife is trying to pull herself somewhat together as they both regain regular breathing. Knowing soon the stranger will leave, he steps back enough so he is not seen, but can still hear them.

Listening to them move about in the room, he almost decides to step away before he heard his wife start talking. 

“I so need to jump in the shower.” she continues. “I know I said I would see you again, but you do know it was only said because of the moment, right?”

The stranger starts to laugh and tells her, “No, my dear; you said yes and I am going to keep you to your word. So, how about Wednesday?”

Sighing, he hears his wife quietly consent and he knows soon that they will be heading out. So he moves quietly back to the second bedroom. As he hides behind a partially open door and they walk by. His wife exclaims: “Now Charlie, let’s get you out of my home and back to your house before my husband gets here.”

CHARLIE!!! The neighbor! SHIT!

They had lived near Charlie for almost three years. He remembered all the times they hung out, the BBQ's and invitations for dinners. There was also the fact he borrowed Charlie's weed eater and needed to return it. What the fuck!

Now, does he wait for his wife to tell him, or should he bring it up. Maybe he should just wait and show his wife the video or just maybe he should see about getting off early Wednesday so he can see the next session. As the door clicks below, he hurries back downstairs to the garage so he can make his entrance.



Joyeux Noel



I don't know why it happened. Maybe it was because it was the Christmas holidays and they always make me a bit lonely. Or maybe because I've always had a taste for seducing older men. Or perhaps it was just that I found the man who lived on the sixth floor mysterious and attractive on a visceral level. Whatever the reason, it happened, and I'm glad it did.

I had moved from Paris to New York four years before, taking a job in Midtown and living in a highrise apartment building near Sutton Place. Shortly after I arrived, I fell into a romantic relationship with someone and it became quite intense. In retrospect, I think I fell trop vite et trop forte -- too fast and too hard. I was a stranger in a strange land. In any event, we embarked on a weekend love affair -- she lived in another city. It was my first serious relationship with another woman. 

She was...is...very beautiful. I met her while on vacation in the Caribbean. She was walking on the beach. She was in a string bikini and I had never seen such a gorgeous creature before -- beautiful eyes, a lovely smile, a perfect body. We hit it off immediately. She pursued me and I felt so flattered that someone so beautiful would want me so much. 

You see, I have always been sexually attracted to men but drawn to women in a more emotional way. Yet the way she affected me, the way she touched me...she took me to places I'd never been. She had a way of getting under my skin, of getting past my inhibitions, and making me feel things that I never felt before. 

I remember the first time she kissed me, brushing her full lips softly over mine, her hand softly touching my face, the heat grew deep within my body. And when she first caressed my breasts, her fingers gently brushing my nipples like the softest feather, my heart pounded and my pussy became so very wet. And then, when she licked me, making love to me with her beautiful mouth and tongue ... oh mon Dieu ... I was so excited I couldn't stand it. La petite morte with her was as complete, as satisfying, as any I'd ever had. Right now, remembering that first time, lifting my pelvis to her mouth, feeling her tongue in my pussy ... I'm getting wet again just thinking of it. 

As our relationship grew, I had a kind of sexual renaissance. All I could think about was sex. All the time. When would be the next time I would be with her? When would I feel her tongue between my legs again? When I was at work. In meetings. I couldn't concentrate. It got to the point that I snuck a vibrator into my office and would actually masturbate during the day. I would create a ruse that I had a project to finish and then I'd shut the door, draw the shades, and put my legs up on my desk and pleasure myself. I'd imagine my lover kneeling under my desk, making love to me with her tongue, licking and sucking me. I ran the vibrator over my clit until I came, playing music on my laptop to keep my moans from being heard outside. Incroyable!

Yet even with these daily dalliances, I couldn't seem to satisfy my urges. I found myself wanting more. Something was missing. It started to feel incomplete as if only a part of me was being pleasured. And then I realized what it was. I wanted -- needed, really -- a man's cock. I needed to take it in my hand. In my mouth. To feel it inside me. No matter how good her tongue was, or how stimulating a vibrator could be, it wasn't the same. I needed the hot, penetrating hardness of a velvety, throbbing penis. I longed for it. Day and night.

Finally, my lover and I decided to break up. It was hard because I still cared for her. But I was driven by a lust that was always lurking beneath the surface. 

That's when it happened. Shortly before Christmas, I was returning home from work. Snow was on the ground and the store windows brimmed with decorations. Watching the couples bundled up in their overcoats and scarves, walking arm in arm down Fifth Avenue, created a yearning deep inside me. 

I had just returned to my building, and was saying hello to the doorman, when I saw him by the mailboxes in the lobby. It was him. The man from the sixth floor.

I had known him casually for more than a year. We had a easy, friendly relationship, just saying hello in passing, but I sensed he was attracted to me. I could feel his eyes on me when we rode the elevator together. I would catch him looking at my body. He was older than me, a professor at the university here, with sensitive, intelligent eyes that seemed to really see me. 

Anyway, I saw him by the mailboxes and we started chatting. Just small talk. We were talking about a TV show that we both liked on HBO. He said he had missed the latest episode and I said casually that I had too but had recorded it and that we should watch it together. He said that sounded delightful and we decided to do it that night. When I shut the door to my apartment, my heart was beating like a schoolgirl's. 

I have always been attracted to men who were older than me, and he was just my type. Dark curly hair with dark brown eyes. The thought of seducing him, caressing him, taking him in my mouth, feeling him grow hard ...well, it made me dizzy just to think of it. I took a long bath just to calm myself. I tried to put such thoughts out of my mind. But after drying myself I found myself spraying eau de cologne on my breasts and on my pussy. I couldn't help myself.

When the knock on the door came, I was dressed in a clingy nightgown and heels. It wasn't a negligee exactly, but it was quite sheer and, yes, it showed off my figure. Oh, I was shameless but I didn't care. And because I was already excited, I'm mean in a sexual way, my nipples were hard and quite visibly pressing against the fabric. 

When I opened the door, he paused and I could feel his eyes linger for a moment on my breasts. I took him by the arm and led him in, my breast pressed against him.

He sat on the couch and I stood before him and asked if he wanted something to drink. The light from the kitchen behind me shone through my nightgown. My legs were slightly apart and my hip was thrust to one side. I could see him studying the outline of my body, the contours of my thighs, beneath the sheer nightie. I let him. I wanted him to. It excited me. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, slowly moving my hips. 

"I have beer, wine, sparkling water. What's your pleasure?" 

He gave me a sly smile. 

"That's a loaded question," he replied. "What are you having?" 

"I planned on opening a Courbissac from Languedoc-Rousillon," I said with a gesture to the wine case against the wall. "Care to join me?"

"Sounds perfect," he answered with a smile. 

I walked to the armoire on one wall and opened it, removing two crystal wine glasses, and placed them on the coffee table. I could feel his eyes on me. On my body. 

"Do you know Languedoc?" I asked. "It's in the south. On the Mediterranean."

I then walked to the wine cabinet on the other wall. I knew he was watching my every move and I made every move count. I wondered to myself, is he an ass man, or a breast man? 

"It's one of the major wine regions of France," I continued. "Very beautiful." 

The cabinet was just a metre high and I bent over to find the wine I wanted. As I did so, I pressed my ass against the sheer fabric of my nightgown giving him a good view.

"Very beautiful," he echoed. 

I turned to him with bottle in hand and caught him eyeing my derriere. Ah, an ass man, I thought to myself. I was enjoying this.

"Is that where you're from?" he asked with eyebrows raised. 

"Non, non," I replied. "I'm from the north. From Bretagne. Although I lived most of my adult life in Paris." 

I started to open the bottle of wine, twisting the corkscrew, knowing he was watching me like the proverbial hawk. 

"This is how we open wine in Bretagne!" I said.

I put the base of the bottle between my legs and leaned towards him. My arms were pressing my breasts together, spilling over the top of my nightgown. 

I made a show of wrestling with the cork, putting my whole body into it. I turned from side to side, letting him feast on my breasts. I grunted as I struggle with the cork, biting my bottom lip with my teeth, until it pulled out with a loud pop. 

"Voila!" I exclaimed, brushing a shock of auburn hair from my my face. "The world's most beautiful sound!" 

I bent at the waist in front of him to pour the wine. The front of my nightgown was scooped and as I bent forward I could feel it fall open. I pretended not to notice that the top of my breasts were visible to him. I just chatted on about Bretagne, how beautiful it was, and how different life was when I moved to Paris. I poured the wine slowly, carefully, giving him a good, long view. 

I could see a bulge forming in his trousers. 

When I finished pouring, I sat on the couch next to him and raised my glass. 

"Joyeux Noel," I said as we touched glasses.

"To new friends," he said, charmingly.

I stole a glimpse at his crouch and I could see that he was clearly getting larger. Perhaps he's an ass man AND a breast man. 

As we spoke of our lives, our experiences, I turned my body to face him. I sat up straight, with my back slightly arched, and my breasts pressed against the sheer fabric. The outline of my nipples were clearly visible. Yes, I was shameless.

You see, I'm rather proud of my body. I'm a former dancer, with a petite figure, and I work hard to stay in shape. While my breasts aren't very large, they have a nice shape with pink upturned nipples that stand out when I'm excited. They were standing out now. 

Oh, I admit that it excited me to flirt with him. Was that so wrong? It had been so long since I had been with a man. And he seemed to enjoy it too. Knowing that I still had it in my power to excite a man, to make his body react with a mere gesture or pose, was such a turn on to me. 

When I showed him my ass, and saw the effect it had, it made my heart race. I've been told I have a nice ass more than once -- it's my strongest asset, so to speak. 

And when I caught him looking at my breasts, yes, that too sent a wave of heat through my body. And when I sat next to him, and could see the outline of his cock, getting bigger, because of me, well then I have to admit it made me very wet. I cannot help it. I am a healthy French woman and I have a good body and a pretty face and this is what we do. C'est tout.

We shared our wine and talked of everything, from literature to art, to politics and our families. I told him about my life in France, and how it felt to be a foreigner living in the U.S. He was a great listener, sensitive and insightful. We enjoyed each other's company tremendously but there was a sexual tension that ran like an undercurrent throughout our conversation.

We decided to watch the TV show which I had taped earlier. Here, I confess another deception. I had already watched this particular episode. I just wanted to watch this one again -- with him. In it, the main female character, an Irish woman living in the U.S., lusts after a man and finally takes him as her lover. 

Over the next hour, we sat and watched as the woman character grows increasingly obsessed with the man. The sexual tension built up during the whole episode. His mere physical presence makes her wobbly. His touch sends electricity through her body. 

Finally, she asks him to carry her suitcase up to her bedroom. They are alone. The house is empty. 

"We will never speak of this again," she says, matter of factly. 

Then, she moves to him. Gives herself to him. They embrace passionately and she lets him push her back onto the bed and remove her clothes. The last shot of the episode is a closeup of her face gasping as his cock fills her.

Watching this again, this woman living far from home, longing to feel a man inside her, taking this near stranger to her bed -- all with him sitting right next to me -- was just too much. By the time the credits ran, I was completely ... totally ... wet. My heart was pounding. I had to calm myself. 

"More wine?" I asked, my voice tremulous. 

"That was quite a climax," he said as I refilled his glass. "Do you think she enjoyed it? I mean, they cut away before the action really started." 

I let out a small laugh, collecting myself.

"Oh, I'm confident that she was more than satisfied," I said, filling my own glass. "She had been waiting so long for this. All that pent up desire flooding out at once. All alone, in that empty house."

I turned to him, my composure restored.

"My guess is," I said confidently, "she had an orgasm that was positively volcanic." 

I smiled at him seductively. He looked at his glass and nodded.

"Perhaps, though he was moving rather fast," he said with a glint in his eye. "It may have been just a flash in the pan. We'll never know what happened after the last fade out, will we?" 

I took a sip of wine and imagined how the scene might have played out.

"I like to think that, while he started fast, due to his passion for her, he was wise enough to slow the pace and let her feel every bit of his love. Deep inside her. Touching her very soul." 

There was a pause as he looked at me, intently. We were crossing some sort of unspoken boundary.

"Is that how you would have liked it?" he replied in a low voice. "If the scene continued, I mean. Slow and ... deep?"

"Ummm, oui ... yes," I said, feeling that heat again between my legs. "Slow ... Deep ... Intimate." 

I slowly licked the rim of my wine glass and turned to him. "And you? How would you have liked it to continue?"

He thought about it for a moment.

"I would hope he would have covered her body with kisses. Leaving no part unexplored. With his lips. And his tongue."

I smiled knowingly. 

"Go on."

"And ... I hope he would have had the courtesy to bring her orgasm several times that way. With his head nestled between her legs."

I shifted a bit in my seat. My heart was beating fast again.

"Is that right?"

"Of course, she might have other ideas," he replied with a smile. "What ideas might she have?"

I smiled and thought a moment. Then I spoke in a slow whisper, my eyes closed, as if in a trance.

"I think ... she would have liked ... to wrap her lips ... around him ... and to feel him ... growing ... growing ... harder and harder ... inside her mouth." 

I opened my eyes and he was staring at my mouth. I licked my lips and continued. My hand found his leg and gently stroked his inner thigh.

"I think she would use her tongue," I whispered. "To please him ... to tickle him ... to make him hard."

My hand found his cock, and started to rub it slowly through his trousers. He let out a grunt.

"May I show you what I mean," I cooed.

"Yes," he whispered.

I knelt on the floor in front of him, facing him on the couch. I began to unfasten his pants.

"She would want to take it slow, to make it last. She had wanted his cock for so long that she'd want to savor it." 

I released his cock from his pants and began to stroke it, slowly. My eyes were fixed on his. It felt so glorious to have a cock in my hands again.

"And then ... she would stroke him ... slowly ... making him bigger ... harder." 

I made my thumb and forefinger into a pussy shape and slid it over the tip and slowly down the shaft, one hand and then the other. He leaned back and moaned loudly. His cock was fully erect now. His chest heaved.

"And she would long to taste him ... to lick him ... to feel that soft hardness ... beneath her tongue."

I trained my eyes on his and glided my broad, soft tongue along the length of his shaft, swirling around the tip and tasting the precum that gathered there.

"And as their desire grew ... they would want more ... they would find themselves ... in an embrace ... soixante-neuf ... head to foot ... mouth on pussy ... mouth on cock ... and he would pump his cock into her mouth ... as if it were her pussy ... sliding in and out ... and she would love it so much. And she would press her pussy against his face ... his tongue and lips caressing her clitoris. Pure, unadulterated, pleasure."

Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the tip. He leaned back, moaning.

"Only then would he put his beautiful hard cock against her hot, wet pussy. She would want him ... need him .. to fill her up .. to make her come."

I moistened my lips with my tongue and puckered them. Full, wet, fleshy lips hovering over the tip of his cock. 

"Slowly ... gently ... he would push the tip against the lips of her pussy ... so wet ... so ready."

I pressed my puckered lips, shaped like an pussy, against the swollen tip. And pulled away.

"And he is so turned on ... his cock is so hard ... and swollen ... the tip spreads her lips as he enters her."

Again, I pressed my lips against the tip and let it pop into my mouth, making my lips tight against the warm, velvety skin. My tongue slid over the head with a flourish. I felt his body shudder. Again, I released him from my mouth.

"Her pussy is small and tight ... so the tip spreads her lips ... and makes her gasp."

I pushed my lips against the tip again and this time slid halfway down the shaft. I released him with a smack. 

"He wants her so ... he pushes himself inside her ... filling her. She cries out ... it feels so good.

I took his cock deep into my mouth and throat, sliding up and down the velvety shaft. I squeezed my lips around the head and slowly released it with a smack.

I raised myself up until my lips met his.

"I want to do all that," he whispered. "With you. Right now."

As if in a trance, he stood and pulled me up from my kneeling position. We walked into the bedroom and he kicked off his shoes as I unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled off his trousers and underwear and let them drop to the floor. His erect cock stood out, glistening. 

I was so full of desire my legs were trembling. Not just from our foreplay, but from the knowledge that I was about to make love to a man the perfect size for me. 

A quick explanation before I continue my story. You see, in reality I am quite petite and I cannot lay with just any man. If the man is too big, it isn't pleasurable for me. I prefer a man who is small to average size. A man who is big, I must say no. I will give fellatio but no more. But a small man feels wonderful for my tight pussy. And an average man? Well, let's just say that an average sized cock feels like a huge cock to me, ok? Like a porn star would to another woman. It spreads me and fills me and makes me cry out until I come over and over again. 

I lay him down on the bed and did a strip for him. First one shoulder, then the other. I cupped my breasts in my hands, hiding them, rubbing the nipples. I let my nightgown fall to the floor. I turned and showed him my dancer's body. I stuck out my ass which he seemed to like so much. Then I slowly got on the foot of the bed on my knees, my knees spread, and lifted my hands to my hair. I could see him staring at my breasts, devouring them with his eyes, and at my pussy, shaved and already dripping wet. I let my fingers drift down to my shoulders and arms until they found my breasts and I caressed them and played with the nipples. I was so turned on, they were hard and erect, ready to be touched and sucked. Slowly, I moved my hands downward, to my hips and stomach, until my fingers found my pussy. I slowly slid my index finger along the wet slit and then brought it to my mouth, tasting my own desire.

I saw his throbbing cock rise and fall as it lay against his stomach. 

"Do you like my body? Do I turn you on?" I purred.

"God, yes" he answered. 

"Then show me," I purred again. "Touch yourself."

He hesitated for a moment.

"I want to watch you touch yourself. It makes me so hot. Touch yourself while I touch myself." 




Joyeux Noel



His hand started to move towards his cock.

"That's it. Do it. Touch your cock."

His fingers found the hot, rigid flesh. 

"That's it," I whispered. "Now stroke it."

He did as he was told. I fingered myself in unison.

"I love to watch a man stroking himself. It's so exciting for me. Knowing that I'm exciting him like that."

He was pulling down the skin on his cock, making the tip swell upward. I started to breathe hard.

"Oh, that makes me so hot," I moaned.

And I wasn't lying. It really did. I straddled him and felt my nipples with one hand and fingered my pussy with the other while he held his cock up and stroked it right in front of me. My head was swimming.

I love the thought of a man touching himself because he's attracted to me. Because he's turned on by my body, or by words. The thought of a man rubbing his own cock, or a woman fingering her pussy for that matter, because of me, makes me incredibly hot. 

At this moment, writing these words, I'm wet just thinking about it. The thought that you, my dear reader, might be rubbing yourself as you read this -- makes me want to touch myself too. Oh, I'm so hot thinking about that. Please touch yourself while you read the rest of my story and I'll do the same. 

By the time I lowered my pussy on his face I was on the verge of coming. I felt his tongue inside me, licking me, devouring me, and my body shook with desire. He brought me to orgasm in an instant. 

"Oui ... oui ... comme ca ... comme ca ... mon Dieu!"

I was straddling him, facing his feet, staring at his rock hard cock, my body shuddering. Once I collected myself, I lowered myself until my breasts brushed his skin, and brought my lips to his cock. I took his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head until he moaned out loud. I took him deep in my throat and out again. I wanted him so badly. 

All the while, he continued to lick me. Sliding his tongue from my ass to my lips and over my clit. He would sink his tongue deep inside me and then slide it out and over my clit. He was making my body quake with desire. 

I could barely concentrate it felt so wonderful. I could feel another orgasm approach and pressed my pussy against his face. I took his cock deep into my throat and felt my body once again start to convulse. My orgasm overwhelmed me as I sucked hard on his cock.

It felt so good to make love like that. But I wanted more. Needed more.

I repostioned myself to face him, straddling him, my eyes on fire, my hair disheveled. 

"I'm going to fuck you now" I growled. "I'm going to fuck you like it's your last day on this earth." 

I lowered myself onto his cock and felt him penetrate me slowly. It had been so long, it felt magnificent. I raised and lowered myself on him, rotating my hips and arching my back, relishing the feeling of his glorious cock in my pussy. 

I leaned back, my hands braced on his legs. I arched my back and my breasts heaved. My nipples were pointing to the ceiling. 

"Je suis si chaud!!!" I screamed. "Mon Dieu, je l'adore!!!"

I pressed myself down on him and felt him go deep inside me. He was six inches at most but he felt so huge to me that I couldn't help but cry out.

"Ohhhhhh, tu es si grand!!! Oh, mon Dieu!!!"

He was so turned on he was grunting out loud. Low, animalistic sounds. He grabbed me by the hips and started to push his hips upward. I was starting to lose control, and I loved it.

"Oh, oui. Fuck me! Fuck me!" I panted, my eyes squeezed shut. My hair was everywhere, a disheveled mess.

He started thrusting into me, with lightning thrusts, one after another, causing my breasts to bounce. And me to cry out.

"Oh, c'est si bon! C'est si bon!" 

I felt dizzy, like I would faint. I leaned foward and pressed my breasts against his chest, my mouth at his ear. 

"Tu es parfait!" I whispered hoarsely. "Tu comprends? Your cock is perfect for me! Oh, I'm going to come again." 

He put one hand on my shoulder, pressing e down, and reached down to rub my clit with the other. At the same time, he slowly rotated his hips. I tipped my pelvis so that my clitoris rubbed against his fingers. Waves of pleasure washed over me.

Our bodies moved together, rhythmically, and my orgasm washed over me. Not a tidal wave this time, more like a rising tide that kept rising and rising until it flooded over. It was glorious.

I lay against his chest, playing with his nipples. I was so satisfied and still he hadn't come. This marvelous man with his splendid cock. All I could think of was making him come. To make that beautiful cock spray ribbons of creamy cum.

Every now and then I'd arch my back and feel his cock slide into my wetness. He was still hard. 

"You feel so good inside me," I whispered. "You fill me up. You satisfy me."

"I'm glad," he said simply.

"Now, I want to satisfy you," I said, looking into his eyes. "I want to give you the best orgasm of YOUR life."

"Twist my arm," he said with a smile. I giggled like a schoolgirl.

"What shall I do?" I said, conspiratorially. "What would turn you on most? What would make you have an orgasm plus grand?"

"What you've been doing." he said. "It's wonderful. You're incredibly beautiful and sexy."

Now I wanted to please him more than ever.

"I can be anything. Do anything. Just so it pleases you. How do you want to come? Hmmm? Dis-moi. Tell me. Do you want to come in my mouth? I'll swallow your cum gladly. Or fuck my breasts perhaps? I'll push them together and let you slide them between them until you come all over my neck and face? I'll do it. Or, do you want to fuck me in the ass? Would that turn you on? Anything you desire. I will give it to you. I want to give it to you."

He smiled and gently touched my cheek.

"What I want. What I really want. Is just to fuck your pussy. It's the sweetest, tightest, most beautiful pussy I've ever made love to."

I touched his lips with my fingers and he sucked one into his mouth.

"What a beautiful man you are. But how? How do you want to fuck me. On top? From behind? Standing? How do you enjoy it most?"

"Well, I enjoy any and all ways. But right now, I feel like making love to you face to face. Sitting up. And then, well, let's see what happens."

"OK. Show me what to do," I said, placing myself at his mercy.

He sat upright and pulled my legs so they wrapped around him. He pulled my body close to his and lifted me up. As I arched my back, I felt his cock sink into me. He looked me straight in the eyes and kissed me deeply, for the longest time. Our kisses became more passionate.

He held my torso and lifted me, so strong yet so gentle, until my breasts were at his face. He kissed them, then took each nipple into his mouth and sucked them. It felt heavenly. Then he lowered me onto his shaft and I gasped. Then, he did it again. I swore I could feel his cock throbbing, growing even bigger than before.

Each time he lifted me up, it made my heart race. I could feel the tip of his cock, his thick swollen tip, spreading my labia and I knew he would soon be impaling me again. He would lick and suck and gently nibble my nipples and then slowly lower me onto his cock. Again and again he did it, and he would rock backward to push himself deeper inside. My body started to writhe.

"I love your nipples. They're so beautiful. So delicious."

His words were like heavenly music to my ears.

I reached back to play with his balls. He let out a moan. I gave them a squeeze and he moaned louder still. I watched his face closely, to know when and how to take him to the next level. I gently dragged my nails over the tender skin and suddenly he was leaning forward, forcing me on my back, on top of me, still inside me. It took my breath away.

"Wrap your legs around me," he instructed and I obeyed. 

His hips free to move, he started to pump me, over and over, thursting his hips so that his cock penetrated me fully. His face was at my neck, kissing it, licking me, inhaling my scent. I reached down with both hands and found his ass, pulling him into me. It was so erotic. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts.

His pumping grew faster, more urgent. He lifted himself and braced his body with his strong arms, looking me straight in the eyes. I could see an animalistic desire growing in his eyes, and could feel it between my legs. I felt a sense of anticipation, even a bit of fear.

He thrust his pelvis hard and I felt his cock sink deep into my wetness. I had a sharp intake of breath and my eyes got big. He asked if I was okay, and I nodded. Then did it again. And again. I didn't want it to stop. He quickened the pace and I could see he was getting closer to his climax.

He reached down and lifted my leg up, so that it rested on his shoulder. Then the other one. Then, he plunged himself inside me and I let out une petite crie, a scream. He had never been so deep. I could feel him pressing against my insides. Again, he thrust into me and again I let out a cry. Here I was, intent on making him come, and he was about to give me yet another orgasm.

He was sweaty now, bracing himself on his strong arms. His face was a picture of ferocious libido. He pressed down on me, my legs pinned back against my shoulders. I was totally exposed, vulnerable. He had me trapped with my pussy wide open to him, and he was pounding his cock into me. Over and over. So deep. So wonderfully deep. My body was starting to tremble and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was in the throes of another orgasm. Again he thrust into me. And again I cried out.

"But I want YOU to come. I want to please YOU!" I cried.

"This is what I want. To watch you come. To HEAR you come. While I come at the same time."

I looked at him, knowing what to do.

"Then fucking take me! Use me! And I'll come! I'll come so fucking hard!"

He got a wild look in his eyes. Then, suddenly, he flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my ass into the air. I yelped as he spread my legs with his own. 

"Then give me your fucking pussy!!!" he shouted.

I felt a mix of fear and desire. I was on my knees, with my head on the bed and my ass in the air. I was totally at his mercy, ready to be used by him. He guided the tip of his cock to my swollen, dripping wet pussy, held my hips, and with one massive thrust impaled me with it. I screamed with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh oui!!!!!"

"You want it, don't you?" he growled. "Tell me how much you want it."

"Oh, oui! Je veux! I want it so bad. I want your fucking cock deep in my pussy. I beg you! Fuck me with your big fucking cock!"

"Like this?" he asked in a dark voice as he slammed his cock inside me. I screamed again.

"Oui!!! Comme ca!!!! Comme les animaux!!! Like animals!!!"

He thrust into me again, pulling my hips toward him and grinding his pelvis into me. My body began to spasm.

"I'm going to come again!!! Mon Dieu, you're going to make me come again!"

He started to pump me hard. With his whole body. With his whole soul. It was like a wild beast. A mad, fucking beast. 

"Give me your pussy!!! I love your fucking pussy!!!"

I braced myself against the headboard and pushed my pussy against his thrusts. Again and again he drove his cock deep inside me. With every thrust I cried out, my mouth open and my eyes shut.

"Oh come baby!!! Come with me!!!! I'm coming!!!!"

My pussy contracted and spasmed as the most explosive orgasm of my life erupted from deep inside me. He arched his back and plunged deep inside me, holding it there. He let out the loudest, longest moan. I could feel him explode inside me. He was filling me with his cum. He thrust and moaned again and I could feel him spurting his seed deep inside me. 

When his orgasm ended, he fell against me, his hot sweaty body pressed against mine. He stayed inside me for the longest time, laying on me, pressing into me, as if he didn't want it to end. 

And neither did I. 

"Joyeux Noel," he whispered finally.

Joyeux indeed. 



The Neighbor



This is a work of fiction and all characters are at least 18. 





Our neighbor moved in next door when I was about 13. 

A young entrepreneur in his early twenties, Mason was a gorgeous man; tall and well dressed and charming, I developed a crush on him almost right away and my parents were just as easily charmed. It wasn't long before Mason was a frequent guest at our house. My parents invited him over all the time for dinner or to watch a football game or just for a couple drinks. He always made an effort to talk to me and ask me about school and my activities, but I was so shy I could barely manage to squeak out a conversation. My little girl crush must have been painfully obvious, but was he was nice and I couldn't have asked for anything more. 

As the years went by, I convinced myself that crushing on him was pointless. I was just some skinny kid and here he was this handsome successful adult, he was so far out of my league it was almost funny. Still, unrequited love dies hard and even though I dated a couple boys they never lasted long. I always held a candle for Mason. I got a little better at chatting with him when he came over, but any minor compliment from him always got my heart racing and color rushing to my cheeks. He'd say something small, that my haircut flattered my face or that I was growing into a lady so fast, I never knew how to respond besides stammering and flushing crimson. 

Everything changed just as I was about to finish up my junior year of high school. My parents decided to remodel the house and as a result, my room got moved to the old guest bedroom which just happened to face Mason's house. I couldn't lie to myself, I was excited about the prospect of maybe innocently seeing him through the window. There's no way I could have known just how wrong I was about the innocence of the whole situation. 

One night as I was getting ready for bed I saw something shocking. It was Mason standing in his bedroom, but he wasn't alone. A woman was with him and the things they were doing were so far beyond anything I'd ever experienced with a boyfriend. She was naked and kneeling in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock and sucking vigorously. His fingers were tangled in her hair as he pumped her head back and forth. I stood there dumb founded; in my underwear with my arms raised above my head about to put a night shirt on. I barely managed to pulled myself together and drop to the floor just as I thought Mason looked up. Tentatively, I peeked out over the window. 

"This is so wrong..." I thought to myself. Feeling a twinge of sadness, I watched the man I'd been trying not to crush on for years get it on with another woman. Somehow though, I couldn't look away. He still had her by the hair and roughly pulled her up, only to push her down over the bed and give her bottom a hard spank. His cock stood erect and he stroked himself up and down, I just couldn't tear my eyes off it. It looked so big, even from far away, I was convinced something like that couldn't possibly fit inside anyone! I was about to be proven wrong however, as he thrust his entire length inside her. Soon he was fucking her hard, pounding into her like a beast. His hand had never left her hair, pulling her head back and chocking her with the other hand. It was so intense, with the way she was being tossed around I couldn't tell if she was enjoying herself or if he was really hurting her. 

As I watched, I put my hand under my panties to feel my own pussy; I was wet. Holding my breath, I gently dipped a finger into myself and felt the walls of my cunt. It was warm and wet and small, I couldn't believe I'd never done this before! Feeling brave, I slowly inserted a second finger. I played with myself like that for a bit but it wasn't very satisfying, I just couldn't reach far enough inside and my wrist was starting hurt from bending in that funny position. As I removed my fingers, they brushed lightly against my clitoris. Hm, now that felt interesting! My slick fingers slid and circled around my clit until I was struggling to keep my moans silent and sweat was building on my thighs. My arm was getting tired but I couldn't stop, it felt so good and I could feel something building up inside me. It was almost indescribable, like I was climbing some huge mountain and racing to the peak. When I reached the climax is was like a shockwave through my whole body, making me buck my hips and convulse on the floor. My clit was the epicenter of this explosion, so sensitive that I could barely continue touching it. 

That was how I had my first orgasm, so intense and powerful that I had to bite into my arm to keep from screaming. As I lay there, panting, asking myself what the hell had just happened, and drenched in a combination of sweat and my own cum, something clicked inside my mind. Whatever this sex business was, it was clearly awesome.

From that night on, I turned into a chronic masturbator. I spent every night before I fell asleep rubbing my clit in a frenzy, I started watching porn and imagining that the men were all Mason and the women were all me. My favorites were the videos that paralleled what I'd seen that night at my window, rough violent sex. All the filthy things I watched online only fueled my desire to touch myself and cum as hard as I possibly could. Soon my fingers weren't enough and I went online to research incognito toys, then went to the store on my way home from school and bought an electric toothbrush. My face was bright red as I handed it to the cashier, I was so humiliated and ashamed of myself for taking something as normal as a toothbrush and corrupting it like this! But cumming just felt too good, I couldn't resist. My shyness around Mason returned and magnified, I couldn't even look him in the face when he came over for dinner. How could I possibly be expected to interact with him when every night I was secretly fantasizing about being fucked by him?! It was all too much, I usually ended up excusing myself as early as possible and bolting out of the room.

About a month after I'd begun my nightly habit I was playing with myself as usual; one hand thrusting the handle of the toothbrush deep into my cunt and the other one furiously rubbing my clit, biting my lip to keep quiet, when I just happened to open my eyes and realized something beyond awful. In my rush to start playing, I'd completely forgotten to close my blinds and as a result was totally exposed to anyone who could have been looking. As fate would have it, there was Mason, peering out of his room into mine. If I could have died from shame on the spot I certainly would have. Instead, I scrambled to the close the blinds as the blood drained from my face. 

I spent the rest of the night curled up in a little ball wishing the for some way to just kill myself instead of having to see Mason ever again. Maybe the house would collapse, maybe I could throw myself off a bridge, anything seemed better than eventually having to interact with him.

The next morning when my dad came in to wake me up I looked like a wreck

"Oh honey" he said in a sympathetic voice "Did you not sleep well last night? Well you go back to bed, mom and I are going out to do some errands and should be back around 3 or 4." 

"Thanks Dad, I'll do that" Secretly a little happy that I'd escaped accompanying my parents on their boring outing 

"By the way" My dad stopped at the door and turned back to me "Mason called, he asked if you could help him with some yard work around noon. I told him you'd be happy to!"

If only I'd eaten more junk food in my life, maybe this news could have induced a heart attack and I would have been free, but sadly I just had to pull the covers over my head and pray to god it was all just a bad dream. 

Three hours later I was shuffling up to Mason's doorstep and still praying for some kind of miracle like a lightning storm or a swarm of locusts. Unfortunately it was a warm, sunny day without a cloud in the sky. I was wearing denim shorts and an old t-shirt in preparation for some gardening. I gloomily rung the doorbell and waited for the worst. 

"Hey good to see you! Thanks for coming over, I just have some flowers I need planting in the back and it'll go a lot faster with some help" Mason was all smiles as he opened the door and gestured for me to come inside. As usual he was dressed to the nines, a crisp white shirt, dark denim pants, even his house slippers seemed chic. Mason was the only person I knew who would have the audacity to dress like this and then garden. My mouth gaped open and I stared at him like an idiot as I walked inside. Could it be that he hadn't seen me? A whole load of gardening went by and Mason made nothing but pleasant conversation. It seemed like it was true, and I was so ecstatic that I enthusiastically engaged in his chitchat.

After about an hour Mason suggested that we go get some water. I was practically skipping as I followed him back inside, totally oblivious to the way he was looking me over. 

"So as long as we're here, I have some photos I want to show you of my lastest project, I just had them developed this morning" Mason said as he reached for an envelope sitting on the counter

"Sure, that sounds cool" I idly took it from him and opened it up. I looked at the photo inside and choked. The picture was of me, lying out on my bed with my fingers stuffed inside my cunt and the bristles of my toothbrush against my nipple. I felt dizzy as I quickly flipped through the rest,I was in all of them. I couldn't believe that this slutty person in the photo was actually me, I looked so depraved with my mouth open in ecstasy. 

"W-wha..." I couldn't even speak as I stared at the photos and then at Mason in horror

"It seems that someone here is a filthy little slut" Mason cooly took the pictures out of my trembling hand and thumbed through them. "Who would have known".

"How the hell did you take those?!" My voice came out somewhere between a squeak and a shrill noise

"Oh please" Mason rolled his eyes as he put the photos down and leaned towards me "You forget to close the curtain all the time, you've practically been inviting me to look and see what a lewd, disgusting girl you are". 

The words were getting caught in my throat, I wanted to shout and scream and tell him he was wrong, that wasn't me, maybe someone else was like that but I was just a normal girl! I couldn't though, all I could get out was a pathetic sound, more of a whimper than anything else.

"You've... you've got it all wrong, I'm... that's not me!" the words barely stammered out of my mouth. Unconsciously I raised my arms to defend myself from his accusations, shrinking away from him in shame from all the things I knew deep down were true

"Is that so?" Mason slowly walked towards me, forcing me to back up against the wall, and pinned me on either side with his arms. He was so tall, practically towering over me. I'd never felt so small in my whole life.

"Then maybe you can explain to your parents why they've got it all wrong when I send them these photos in an unmarked envelope. Or better yet, I should make copies and plaster them all over your school. Won't that be a lot more exciting? A phone call from the Principle, informing your parents that their daughter is a young exhibitionist slut. Maybe that'll be a better time to explain why they've got it all wrong".

"Please" I whispered, my body starting to shake. This wasn't like the Mason I'd gotten to know, he seemed like a completely new person. "Please don't, why would you even do that?! What do you want from me?"

Mason smiled down at me. I imagine that even if the devil was possessing him that smile couldn't have been any more twisted

"I want you to be a good girl and do exactly what I say from now on, then I promise I won't show a soul these pictures" He reached down to grab my jaw and forced me to look up at him 

"You see, I know you were spying on me a little while ago". I squirmed against his grip and tried to wiggle away from him but he held me there and leaned in close to my face "Good little girls don't spy now do they? If you're going to properly obey me then you have to learn that bad girls are going to get punished" he scolded me a in a low voice, eying me up and down. 

"I don't understand what you're talking about" I tried to look as innocent as possible

Mason stopped smiling 

"Good girls don't lie either" He let go of my face and tangled his hand in my hair, then yanked me roughly over to the kitchen table and bent me over.

"Stop!! What are you doing?!" I wailed as he used one strong arm to pin me down while the other began unbuttoning my shorts "I'm sorry I spied!! Please, just let me go!". He pulled the denim down my thighs and let them fall to the ground, exposing my panties. They were the kind of panties a kid would wear, pink with little yellow ducks all over. Mason's free hand was all over over my ass, rubbing and squeezing my fleshy bottom. 

"Now let's look at this slutty ass, its so big these childish panties can hardly contain them!" Cupping my ass he jiggled it in his hand, making me feel like a cheap whore. 

"Did you think wearing children's underwear would fool people into thinking you're an innocent young thing, fucktoy?" His hands felt so good, I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly. My pussy itched and started to get wet. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on from his sexual abuse!

"I've been watching you all this time pet, you used to be such a skinny little lolita tease but I knew you would blossom into a slut. Wearing skimpy clothes all the time, acting so cute and pure when you talk to me, its only been a matter of time before you were ripe enough for me to pluck you" I could hear the lust in his voice as his hand moved all over my body, feeling me up and caressing me. "There's no point in trying to fight me, I'm going to mold you into my pet no matter what you have to say about it"

I couldn't go anywhere with his other hand around my throat holding me down but something about his words were breaking my resistance in a much deeper way. Had he really been desiring me all this time? I stopped struggling and looked back at him, my eyes wide with curiosity. 

"I'm going to have to discipline you for being naughty, you deserve this punishment after all. When I'm all done, I want you to thank me like the good girl I know you can be."

THWACK!!

I let out a yelp as his hand came down hard on my ass cheek, making a crisp noise. 

"This is what happens you're bad and upset me" Mason's voice was calm but stern as his hand spanked me over and over again. My bottom felt like it was fire from the stinging blows, I desperately squirmed to escape the swing of his hand but it was no good, he had me completely pinned down and at his mercy. Most of the blows landed on the meaty parts of my ass but a few smacks landed on my thighs and stung more than anything else. After what must have been an eternity of spanking, he took a step away from me. On the verge of tears I gasped and heaved, my body shaking violently from the pain. I turned my head to look at him, like a wounded animal.

"Don't you have something to say to me whore?"

I just stared at him, fighting back tears

"It wont be very pleasant if I have to remind you what you're supposed to tell me"

"Thank you for the punishment!!" I blurted the words out, anxious to avoid another round. I couldn't believe that I was saying these words, it was almost like a different person had taken over my body and was complying with this blackmail. Although I had to admit, now that he'd finished hurting me the pain was quickly disappearing. My ass still felt hot and tingly, but it was enjoyable. I realized that I was soaking wet and I scrambled to stand up so he wouldn't notice the dampness of my panties.

Pleased with my submission, Mason was all smiles again. 

"Now that's a good girl. Alright little toy, follow me" He turned and headed into the living room. For a wild second I considered making a run for the door and getting as far away from him as possible. I wasn't wearing any pants though and Mason was probably a lot faster than me. If he thought I was being bad again, would I be in for an even worse punishment? In all honesty, even if I didn't want to admit it to myself yet, I was kind of enjoying this. I'd always wanted to be the object of his desire and now he was paying so much attention to me! And even better, my crush who I'd been fantasizing about was going to fuck me! In some twisted sense, this is what I'd always wanted. I took a deep breath and trailed quickly after Mason

He sat me down on his couch and positioned himself so his body pinned me there and he was looking down on me. 

"You did the smart thing, not trying to run away" I gaped back at him, how did he know that's what I was thinking?! 

"I..." I tried to speak but was totally at a loss. Mason laughed "You're like an open book little toy, I can read you so easily"

He took hold of the ends of my shirt and lifted it over my head and tossed over his shoulder. My breasts weren't very big so I often didn't bother with a bra if I could help it. This was one of those days, and I was completely exposed to him. I instinctively moved my arms to cover myself up but he grabbed my wrists and roughly forced my hands away. 

"Mmm..." Inspecting me like an object he moved his hands over my chest, twisting my nipples harshly. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out but there was no denying my nipples hardening under his touch. 

"Look at these lewd tits, so small and yet they look like they were made for me to torture" Mason gave one a slap and I yelped again. His blow surprised me but it didn't hurt so bad. 

Mason stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and freeing his erection. It looked huge, so much bigger than when I saw it from my bedroom window. I should have been disgusted, but his cock was amazing. I felt unbelievably ashamed, but I wanted it. Whatever horrible dirty thing he was going to do to me, I wanted it. 

"I can see it in your eyes toy, you want this fat cock don't you" Mason was stroking himself with one hand, the other had wrapped itself in my hair. "Well lucky for you, you're going to get it. But you see first, I want to make sure you realize what its going to take for you to get this gift from me and to keep me from exposing your nasty little habit from your family" 

"Anything, please, I'll do anything, whatever you want from me just don't tell them!" 

"Admit that you're a filthy girl and that you're going to belong to me from now on and become my property"

"What?! There's no way I can do that!"

Mason signed and started to put his cock back inside his boxers "That's too bad, I guess your reputation as an pure innocent daughter is over"

"Wait! Okay, okay... I... I'm a filthy girl who promises to be your... your property from now on" I wasn't sure what I was more desperate for, his silence about my masturbation or his cock. I needed it, I was practically salivating just looking at it. Almost as if my body was moving on its own, I leaned forward and opened my mouth to take his dick

"Now that's much, much better" with one hand on my head he directed me down to his balls. "I want you to be a good girl for me and lick and suck my balls. Be gentle, or I'll have to punish you again and this time I won't take it easy on you". Dreading the thought of an even harsher spanking, I gave one ball a tentative lick. He groaned and praised me. Feeling excited and encouraged, I lapped my tongue all over. I was kind of enjoying the sensation of his smooth balls in my mouth, and I found myself swelling with pride from the moans he was making. 

"Good girl, oh yeah, that's it, good girl" Mason stroked my head gently as I kept his balls slick with my tongue. 




The Neighbor



Mason tenderly pulled my head back and looked down at me. 

"Good job toy. Now, do you want to make your new Owner cum?" I eagerly nodded my head. Somewhere inside my head I couldn't believe what I was doing, how could I actually be enjoying this? He wrapped his hands in my hair and thrusted into my mouth. There was no way I could fit the whole thing in my mouth, I was gagging before I could even get halfway down. There were tears in my eyes as I struggled to bring my head back up, but my choking noises seemed to be turning him on and he viciously throat fucked me. I did my best to breathe through my nose but all I could do was take his cock. 

"You're really worthless at blowjobs aren't you? I guess even a horny little toy like you hasn't sucked a real cock yet. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get all the practice you need to take my entire length down that pretty throat" Mason was pulling hard on my hair to keep my head bobbing up and down, the nerve ending on my head were screaming but all it seemed to do was send shockwaves to my already soaking pussy. I was using both hands to brace myself against his pelvis, but I was so horny. I needed to touch myself, I needed to cum

As if he could read my thoughts, Mason began thrusting even harder. 

"Don't you dare touch your pussy you fucking whore, I'll be the one to tell you when you cum". A few moments later his breathing was getting heavy, he was getting close. I raised my eyes to look at this face. Mason cried out as he came in my mouth, I could feel the hot liquid pooling in my mouth. It tasted strange, different than anything else I'd ever tasted but not unpleasant. He pulled out and sprayed the last bit on my face. "Don't wipe that off, don't move, and open your mouth" he grabbed a camera from the table and snapped a shot of my teary, red, cum covered face and cum filled mouth. I widened my eyes in horror, but before I could say anything his cock was back in my mouth and he took a few more shots. I gagged on his cock and this time he let me pull back, swallowing what was in my mouth.

"This is just a little something so you remember to behave yourself. Its one thing for people to see you playing with yourself. I guess a liberal person might write it off as normal healthy behavior. But looking so disgusting with a mouthful of cock? Only a true slut would do that."

Mason leaned in close and looked me in the eyes "Now I want you to leave your panties here for me to keep. You can fuck yourself all you want, but I want you to leave the curtains open, got it bitch? Then tomorrow you're going to come back here when your parents go to work. You're going to come back again and again and again. Do you know why? Because you're a nasty cock craving slut who got turned on from being blackmailed and raped. Is that how nice normal girls act? I dont think so. If you want to keep that knowledge a secret between you and me then you'll have to accept that I own you and you're mine to do with as I please"

As I listened to him I took all of his hurtful words in. I was so wrong and filthy and horrible, he was completely right, only a total whore would be as wet as I was in this situation. But despite all that, my crush wanted and desired me, and I had actually pleased him and earned his praise. If that's what being a degenerate piece of trash as all about, maybe it wasn't so bad

I looked back up at him and smiled "yes Master"



The Neighbor



I don't know why it took me so long to really notice my neighbor Robin. She and her husband had lived beside us for 6 years since both of us were the first to own a home in a new subdivision. Their house had gone up exactly one month ahead of ours and my wife and I met Robin and Bill early on in the building process. Bill and I became friends right off the bat, but Robin always somehow remained in the background.

There was an age difference between my wife and I and Robin and Bill. Bill was in his early 70's, and Robin was in her mid 60's. Both my wife and I were in our mid 50's. Although we all enjoyed going to dinner or breakfast together from time to time we never did much else with them socially. Bill and I would occasionally play a round of golf together, but other than that and sitting on the front porch talking not much else went on. So even though we were friends I wouldn't call us close friends.

Robin on the other hand was an enigma. We would sometimes chat briefly when we were out in the yard doing yard work or she would be playing with her grand kids in the yard and our dog would play with them, but no real conversations passed between us. So I really knew nothing about her other than what Bill or my wife told me.

Not that I didn't find her attractive. She has short curly blond hair and beautiful eyes and smile. Age has not touched her face in the way most women in their early to mid 60's look. Very little sagging had touched her lovely face and any lines that were there just made her look more attractive. Her body has full, not overly large breasts, just a slight tummy, round full hips, and very shapely lags.

I had always thought of her as attractive but not in a sexual way. I will admit I enjoyed talking to her when she would be working in the yard as she usually wore shorts and a t-shirt and no bra. It was very pleasant to see her breasts swaying as she worked , or to gaze upon her large nipples poking up the fabric of her shirt as we stood and talked. She was either unaware of my staring at her or not modest about it. I didn't think of her in a sexual way though since I never though there would be a chance to see more of her than what she showed me on those work days.

I didn't realize it at the time but everything started changing about two years ago.

First a little bit about me and my wife. Lynn is my 3rd wife and we've been married 8 years. Although we enjoy each others company we have never had an active sex life. Lynn was a prude when it came to sex. Even though we messed around when we were dating we never actually slept together. She has high morals and goes to church regularly so she didn't believe in having sex before marriage. Since I enjoyed her company so much I honored her wishes.

I won't say it's was a big mistake, but it was a mistake. I have always had a strong sex drive and have been very adventurous in my sexual activities. After we were married I found out that even though we had talked about sex she really didn't share the same ideas about it that I did. She believed sex was only for taking care of your husbands dirty needs and to procreate. Even though I was faithful our first few years together eventually this difference lead to affairs. I didn't just sleep around with anyone but always seemed to have a girlfriend on the side. Since this was apparently the relationship Lynn's Mom and Dad had she accepted it as long as I didn't bring it home or embarrass her with her family. She didn't need to worry since I had been unable to find anyone to be with in several years.

So the stage was set although I didn't know it.

Two years ago about 1:30 in the morning we received a fanatic call from Robin that something was wrong with Bill. I am a paramedic so I grabbed my Go Bag and rushed over. Robin had already called 911 but I beat them in by about 6 minutes. In that time I was able to do a rapid assessment and realize Bill was having a massive stroke. I was able to start an IV and have him, as we say "packaged" ready to go when EMS arrived. Robin rode with her daughter, who had arrived, while I rode with Bill in the ambulance since technically he was my patient since I was the 1st to treat him. Besides the EMS crew that showed up were both EMT's and I was the only paramedic and I legally couldn't turn his care over to them. Since it would be another 10 minutes before another paramedic showed up it was decided that I would go to the hospital with Bill.

Robin later told me that the doctor's told her that if we had waited for the other medic Bill would have most likely not have survived the stroke. Fortunately the doctor's were able to work their magic and stop the bleed that caused the stroke and relieve the pressure on Bill's brain. Unfortunately it was not fast enough to avoid Bill being paralyzed on his right side and having speech problems.

Bill has had a long rehab process and after two years can now walk with a cane, but still has some speech difficulties, and can not use his right arm at all. I do have to tease him that maybe I can finally beat him at golf since I use to always say that the only way I could have beat him before was to tie one hand behind his back.

The sad part is that even though Bill has improved psychically, mentally he has somewhat given up. The toll on his psyche in going from a very active man to as he says "a cripple" has left him unwilling to do anything anymore. He no longer helps around the house (not that he did much before, Robin jokes), wants to travel or do anything but sit in his chair and watch TV.

But I digress. After that eventful night Robin started calling me her hero and telling all our neighbors about what I did. I'm normally a very private person who doesn't even know any of my neighbors names except for Bill and Robin. I really wasn't a hero, just fortunate to be in the right place at the right time. Robin didn't see it that way.

It started with our conversations when we would see each other doing yard work getting longer. Usually I would just ask how Bill was doing and how she was holding up. Since everything had fallen on her to take care of at the house she had hired a lawn service to do most of her outside work, but she still liked to take care of her roses and flowers. This did give her more time to talk when I would catch her outside working on them.

It took me awhile to notice (OK I'm can be on the dense side) but finally I did notice that it seemed her t-shirts had gotten thinner and she was never wearing a bra. She had to know the effect it was having on me from my open mouth and the drool coming out of it. Just kidding about that, but her breasts were very nice to contemplate. Some days she would wear a lower cut t-shirt and would find some excuse to bend over so I could get a full view of her lovely breasts and nipples.

I still wasn't thinking of her as someone to try and seduce. I was just enjoying her as the incredible work of art that she is. I mean it is natural for men to enjoy looking at a beautiful woman isn't it? Besides she was way to close to home.

So this new turn went on for quite awhile, with me getting to enjoy viewing the delightful beauty of my neighbor, and in my blissful ignorance not noticing she was getting more frustrated every day.

So two weeks ago when she called asking me to help her with an errand on one of my week days off, I happily accepted. It turned out that she was going to sell Bill's car since he couldn't (or wouldn't) drive any more. The buyer was going to meet Robin at her bank, test drive the car, and complete the deal all at the same time. Robin would need a ride home from the bank.

What was suppose to take a couple of hours turned into a 5 hour ordeal when the buyer wanted to change the deal, and then had a problem getting the funds transferred to Robin's bank.

When it was finally over Robin wanted to buy me lunch for being so patient so we went to a little Italian restaurant that we often went to when all of us went out with the spouses. We were planning to grab a quick bite to eat, but two hours later we were shocked to finally notice how late it was. We had been having a wonderful time just sitting and talking. It turned out neither of us really had anyone in who we could confide in without being embarrassed or uncomfortable. It turned out she was frustrated with Bill for more than just not wanting to do anything. He didn't even want to do anything sexually and hadn't touched her in years, even before the stroke!

I in turn told her about my problems at home. We both agreed that having an affair was to risky since neither of us wanted to cause trouble at home. Now when I say we agreed on that point I am talking about an affair with someone else. Neither of us broached the idea of us having an affair together. I did mention how much I enjoyed seeing her in the yard, and she said that it was nice to be noticed by a man again so that's why she dressed that way. Still though, neither of us thought of each other as someone to sleep with. Boy were we dense or what?

The other day we saw each other in the yard for the first time since our impromptu lunch. Once again she was wearing a revealing t-shirt for my enjoyment. When I asked her what Bill thought about it she said he doesn't even notice besides she was working in the back yard so he didn't care if she was naked. Since we both had really enjoyed having someone to talk to other than our spouse we decided to go have a coffee in a few days. As she went to go back in her house she called to me. As I looked over she flashed her big, wonderful tits at me. This was the first time it finally came into my dense, old head that this might be someone fun to have sex with. As she stood there a second with her t-shirt up I wondered if she could see the immediate reaction she got out of me in my pants. My dick hasn't gotten that hard, that fast, in 20 years or more. She smiled and laughed then turned quickly and went inside,

So the day for our coffee date finally arrived, My wife normally works at home but that day she had to go into the office to work. It really wasn't planned that way since she told me only the night before she was going in. I told her I was just planning on working in the yard today as she left for the office.

Robin walked over about an hour later and it was decided that I would drive. She was wearing sandals, tight fitting jeans that showed off her nice ass, and a designer type t-shirt. Alas, she was also wearing a bra today, so no enjoying the view today. We drove down to our local coffee house and found ourselves a table, and quickly lost ourselves in fascinating conversation.

Why is it when you are doing something you're really not wanting to do time crawls by, but when it's something enjoyable time flies by. So it was with us that day. Since I work usually with partners much younger that me I didn't realize how much I missed having a long conversation with someone closer to my age. Finding out our shared interests and dreams. It was a wonderful morning that pasted by far to quickly.

Yes, there was some shared sexual innuendo between us, and on an occasion she would touch my hand or forearm to make a point, but no talk of us making love. We shared more openly about our growing frustration in the bedroom with our spouses, and even the difficulties of having an affair, but nothing was said about us getting together. I even told her how much I had enjoyed her impromptu flashing the other day. She laughed and dropped her head and I could tell she was blushing. When she looked up she said that she didn't know what got into her, but it just seemed to be the thing to do at the time. She laughed and blushed again as she said how much she had enjoyed my reaction to it, and how much she liked that I was usually went commando as I worked in the yard. As I've said I'm sometimes pretty dense so I had no idea she had noticed that fact before since I usually wear baggy BDU's when I'm in the yard. It was my turn to blush as she said that she really enjoyed the view but wished I would wear something thinner and tighter. I promised to see what I could do.

As we sat looking at each other in a suddenly awkward silence when I suddenly realized what time it was and that I needed to get home and let the dogs out. She said she had to get Bill his lunch so had to go also.

On the short ride home we just made small talk. She quickly said good bye and ran for her house as soon as we pulled into the driveway. I guess the fact that we were neighbors and knew each others spouses blinded us to the possibilities of anything more.

After I let the dogs out and fed them I changed into my usual work clothes to go pull a few weeds I had noticed in the yard. The weather had turned hot so I thought this won't take long. As I pulled the first couple of weeds I heard Robin's voice from next door.

"I thought you promised to wear something thinner"

As I looked up I saw her sitting on her patio. She had changed also into shorts and one of my favorite t-shirts. I laughed and replied, "I promised to see what I could do. I really didn't expect to see you out here."

"I was going to work on the roses some but it's just to hot," she replied.

I said, "Well I think the weeds can live for another day. I'm going to get a tall, cold ice tea. Care to join me?"

"I think I will," she said with a smile.

As we walked in the back door of my house I realized she had never been in our house before. "So what do you think? I have to give Lynn all the credit on decor". 

"Very nice," she said as we walked into the kitchen.

I told her to grab some glasses from the cabinet as I pulled the tea and Ice bin from the refrigerator. As we set everything on the counter we ended up standing next to each other. I could feel the warmth and closeness of her next to me. Our arms touched as she put the glasses on the counter. It felt like an electric charge passed between us. As I quickly glanced her way I could tell her breathing had quickened and her nipples were pressing hard against her shirt. There was nothing else I could do but to take her face in my hands and kiss her soft, luscious lips. At first it was a soft kiss. Really only a brushing of lips. An electric charge defiantly passed between us as she didn't pull away and opened her lips for more. Our tongues found each other and started a dance of passion between us. We kissed with a hunger I had not felt in many years, and she kissed me back as if she felt the same hunger. We finally broke the kiss and looked at each other in silence for a few moments.

She broke the silence first. "You know I showed you mine and you haven't shown me yours yet."

"Your absolutely right" I said as I laughed and pulled my shirt off.

"Aghhhh, that's not what I meant and you know it! But I do like it."

She pulled me close to her again and we exchanged another long passionate kiss. The feel of her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt against my skin was intoxicating. It took everything I could muster not to pull her shirt off also, but I didn't want to startle her and ruin the moment.

My back was now to the counter as I rubbed her arms and she wrapped them around my waist and pulled closer against me. She started to slowly grid her pelvis into me as we kissed. Needless to say, I had a great erection going by now.

"So are you going to show me what I really want to see now," she said looking into my eyes.

Still wanting to play this out for all it was worth I replied "What ever could you mean?"

She's has a good punch I found out as she hit me in the shoulder in jest.

"Let me tell you something," she said looking me straight in he eyes. "I've been with a man who I have been looking at for almost 40 years, and it isn't that impressive. I've never been with another man except Bill. I had not even seen another man's dick till I found internet porn. Bill would shit himself if he knew what I was really doing when I tell him I'm going to stay up late and read. I'm tired of looking at pictures of dicks and want to see a real one. So are you going to show me yours or am I going home."

What could I do as I pushed her back a step and started to undo my pants. She stared in wide eyed innocence as I did. I dropped my pants to the floor and my dick sprang out in all it's glory.

I started to think something was wrong as Robin dropped to her knees in front of me, but she quickly said "I want a better view." I couldn't believe she was sitting there on my kitchen floor just staring in wide eyed wonder at my cock.

Looking down at her I saw a drop of precum forming at the tip of my dick. She reached up with her hand, but before she touched me she quietly said, "May I?"

Before I could answer she reached up with her forefinger and gently collected the drop on it. She rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger while looking at it intently. She then raised her fingers to her lips and tasted my precum on her fingers.

"I've never tasted a man's cum before, just my own. Bill says that's it's a dirty thing and won't let me suck his dick. The girls in the videos certainly seem to enjoy it?"

"It sounds like Bill and Lynn should be married. They would get along wonderfully," I quietly said.

"Can I suck you?"

"I'll never tell you that you can't do or try anything you want to do, but it's a big line to cross. Are you sure you want to go there?" I said giving her a chance to back out if she wanted to, but already knowing the answer before she leaned forward and touched the tip of my dick with the tip of her tongue.

For someone who had never sucked a dick before she was incredibly skilled. Her hands were on my thighs as she licked and swirled the tip of my dick with her tongue, moaning softly as she tasted new drops of precum as they appeared. She moved one hand to my balls and the other to my shaft as she finally took the head of my dick into her mouth. She helt still like that for a few moments enjoying the new feelings going through her. As she started moving my dick in and out of her mouth I placed my hands behind her head and savored the feeling of having my dick in a woman's mouth again.

She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. "I can see why the women in those movies love this so much. It's an incredible feeling knowing I'm making you feel so good with my mouth. I want to taste your cum."

"OK, but since you've seen some movies you know you can swallow it or spit it out if you need to. You won't hurt my feelings if you do." I don't know if she really heard me or not as she started sucking my dick with a renewed vigor. I had not jerked off for several days so I knew I couldn't last long with my dick in this sexy ladies mouth. After a couple of more minutes I could feel the cum racing up my dick from my balls.

"I'm cumming!" I yelled as a warning just before the first shot exploded into her mouth. She pulled my dick deep into her mouth as four more shots came in her. She swallowed almost every drop like a pro, but some cum leaked out around her lips.

As she finally was convinced that she had gotten every drop out of me, she let my now limp dick drop out of her mouth and leaned back. "I want to experience everything!"

I helt my hands out and helped her stand up. She said "I don't know if I should kiss you with cum on my lips?"

I just pulled her to me and kissed her deeply to answer her question. As we kissed I pulled her t-shirt up and off in order to finally feel those beautiful breasts against me. She moaned as our flesh touched.

"Let me show you something Bill probably never has," I said feeling bolder.

I told her to pour us up some of the now forgotten tea as I raced to the laundry room for some towels.

"That's probably a good idea," she said as she watched me.

"We're going to need them I think," I replied stopping to take in the view of her amazing tits. "The tea also for hydration." I said as she sipped hers and helt up a glass for me.




The Neighbor



I took a sip of mine, then took her by the hand into the great room to an overstuffed easy chair I had placed the towels on. I turned her around as if to sit her in the chair, but didn't sit her down yet.

"My turn to enjoy you," I said as I pulled the drawstring on her shorts loose and slowly slid them off her.

I must say I was pleasantly surprised. I was half expecting granny panties, but Robin had on a very sexy white, lace trimmed bikini. They were thin enough to be able to see a lush blonde bush that covered her pussy.

I pulled her close as we kissed again. As the as the intensity of our kiss increased the heat and passion of our embrace grew equally. My hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts in them as my thumbs played with her nipples. She moaned loudly as she seemed to collapse in my arms. I eased her down into the chair as her hands found my rapidly hardening dick.

She leaned forward and opened her mouth to take me into it again. I gently stopped her. "This time it's your turn to sit back and enjoy. "

"I want to suck you off again. That was the most wonderful, sexy thing I have ever done. I have never felt so much like a woman than when I was doing that for you."

"You can do that again later."

"Then make love to me. I need you inside me." She pleaded as she leaned back in the chair and spread her legs for me.

"We will. I promise, but first I have something else in mind that I want to do for you."

I leaned forward between her legs and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass as my erection pressed againsther pantie covered pussy. She ground her hips hard into me as I thought how great of a fuck she is going to be. I ground against her for a few moments letting her enjoy the thoughts of pleasures to come, but I was not going to be denied what I wanted most right now.

I pressed back enought so that I could move my kisses to her neck and shoulders. This brought on and increased grinding against my dick from her as she wrapped her legs tighter against me. Her hands rubbed up and down my back from my ass to my shoulders. Her moans grew louder and more intense with each grind of her hips.

I finally managed to get my lips to the object of my desire. My mouth closed around one of her large erect nipples and my tongue started playing with it.

"Oh god," she sighed. "I dreamed of you doing that for weeks, It feels so good."

Her hands guided my head from breast to breast as I sucked and kissed them enjoying this dream come true. Finally I started working my way on down her stomach. I stopped at the waistband of her panties letting my toungue trace along the top of them. I could smell her cum and see and feel how wet her panties have become as I rub my face and mouth along the outside of them. I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs and under the sides of her panties. As she raises her hips for me I slide them down her legs, and then she spreads her legs wider for me . I rub her thighs as I look upon her bush and pussy lips. Her clit is already poking out at me.

I move one hand and kneed her curly, blond hairs of her bush as I kiss down the insides of her thighs, Her breath comes in short staccato gasps as she places her hands on my head and tries to pull my mouth to her clit. "Please," she pleads as I run my tongue just at the outside of her pussy lips and up into her bush. Finally I tease her no more and run my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, inside her lips, to her massive cĺit.

"Oh god! OH. OH, OHHHHH!" She cries out as soon as my tongue touches her clit. "OH FUCK YES," she screams.

I easily slide two fingers in her as her as she withers on the chair. Her breathing becomes deep rapid gasps as the first orgasm overtakes her. She lets loose a stream of cum from her pussy that covers my face and mouth. The taste of it seems as sweet as honey. A second and third smaller orgasm rip through her.

Finally after cumming a 4th time she grabs my head and pulls it away from her pussy.

"Please, no more for a minute. It's to sensitive. God I've never imagined I could cum like that."

After her breathing returns to normal she pulls me up and starts to passionately kiss and lick her cum off my face. The tip of my now raging, hard dick teases the opening of her pussy wanting desperately to slide into her. She reaches down and starts to slowly stroke my dick, rubbing it up and down her pussy lips and clit. Finally she brings the tip back between her fat pussy lips to the soaking wet opening of her pussy. Sliding the tip just inside her as her she says, "Slowly, please. I'm still so sensitive and I want to enjoy every second and inch of this."

I leaned forward to kiss her again and let our bodies press fully together as she guided my dick into her hot, wet opening. Even though she was so wet I could have easily done it, I resisted the desire to just slam my dick hard into her. This was our moment together finally and I wanted to enjoy every second of it also. She was gasping deeply as I slowly slid inch by inch in her till I was totally in her with my balls against her ass.

"Oh god, you fill me so completely." She gasped again as she wrapped her legs around my hips again and helt me firmly in place. "I just want to fill you in me like this for a minute," she sighed.

Finally after a minute or two of holding me like this as we kissed, she started to move her hips, siding me in and out of her. As our fucking became more rapid and harder our tongues were doing their own tango adding their own passionate heat to the raging fires of our love making. She screamed out again as another orgasm raced through her body. Her hands grabbed my ass tightly as she threw her head from side to side.

"OH, OH, OH GOD!! OHHHHHHH!!"

I was really slamming into her hard and fast now. As the orgasm peaked and then ebbed Robin went limp in the chair as I still fucked her,

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she kept softly repeating. "Bill has never fucked me like this, even when we were young."

"Now you're going to want to fuck other guys I guess. Let's make sure that you want me first when you think about fucking."

I could feel the cum boiling in my balls as I pulled out of her.

"No please don't stop. I don't want anyone else. Just you fucking me."

I gently guided her in turning over with her knees on the floor and bent over the seat of the chair. This time, as I moved behind her, I just slammed my dick into her with one hard thrust. The moan she let out seemed like it raddled the windows as her pussy walls clamped hard around my shaft. Her pussy was having spasms around my dick as yet another orgasm overtook her from the head of my dick hitting her g-spot. This time she didn't scream out as she could only clinch her teeth and fists in the ecstasy of the moment, her juices flooded out of her again around my dick and onto the chair and floor. Looking down at my dick sliding in and out of her as her juices flowed sent me over the edge and I added my own cum to the flow in one of the most massive, intense orgasms I have ever had.

As the last of my cum drained into her all I could do was collapse on top of her as we booth tried to catch our breath and talk. All we could do as I finally managed to roll off her, and we sat in the floor with our backs to the chairs, was hold each other and gently kiss as we enjoyed the still glowing embers of our passion. Speech was impossible still and not needed. We fell asleep in each others arms.

After a short nap we woke up. She laughed looking around and said "We certainly made a mess of things."

"It's ok," I said. "I can blame these spots on the dogs. I just glad we weren't in the bed, that would have been tougher. We'll have to plan better in the future,"

"Are we going to have future fun?" She said with a smile.

"I certainly hope so. You're an incredible lover and who would have ever thought I'd find the perfect lover in the girl next door," I said laughing as we held each other.



The Neighbor



Author's Note: This story was edited by Tim413413. I thank him for his time and making me a better writer - or at least look like a better writer.



Painting in autumn was a mistake. I now realized that, but it was too late to stop. The wind kept sending dead leaves into the newly-painted fence, giving it a festive look. I had to stop every few minutes to peel them off the drying white paint. The temperature was better than the dead heat of summer. The cooler weather in late October kept the paint from becoming glue in fifteen minutes. I just wish I would have thought about the leaves. 

My wife, Carrie, had trained my temperament to withstand the assault from things like the leaves. Years ago I would have thrown up my hands and screamed at God. Today, I just continued painting and peeling. It was tedious, but I still accomplished the job. If Carrie had survived, she would have thought of the leaves before I started painting and talked me into waiting until spring. She was the one with common sense. When she passed, most of my sense went with her. 

"Find the solution. Don't double the problem," Carrie would always say. Normally, I would bite back at a person who made such a statement to me. Carrie always followed it with the most delicious kiss. How could a man stay mad with a woman like that? I was putty in her hands and she molded me into a gentleman. 

I adjusted my ear plugs and increased the volume as "Stairway to Heaven" began to pipe through the little wires. The song still motivated me after all these years. Today's music just didn't have any heart. There were few tunes that measured up to classic rock. Most just sounded like regurgitated boy or girl band Disney drivel. Whatever happened to good old arena encore songs? My painting speed increased with the tempo of the song. I found myself mouthing the words, reminding myself not to sing out loud. People would pay to not hear me sing. 

My wife and I had lived in this dump of a house for the twenty-five years of our marriage. I had stayed, more out of habit than anything else, for three years after her death. It was home. Friends had tried to get me to move into the city or somewhere nicer. I could certainly afford it. It was Carrie who became attached. She always had a strong sentimental link to the place. It was our first big purchase and she loved it as much as she loved me. I loved her and tolerated the house. It was a money pit for such a small home. Still, it was the last piece of her I had. I guess I was a bit sentimental myself. 

I think I felt, more than heard, the crash. Zeppelin had hit the crescendo so I questioned my senses as I turned slowly to look at the back of the house. The upper window to the family room was missing half the glass. The break formed jagged teeth surrounding a foot-wide hole in the bottom left corner. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted feet running in the neighbors' yard. I only caught a glimpse of the young legs through the slates in the fence before they disappeared around the far side of the house. My to-do list just got longer. 

I pulled out the ear buds and stood up, looking over the four-foot fence. The neighbors' yard was now empty and I saw more leaves blow into my freshly-painted fence. I held back the desire to throw the paint brush and kick the fence. Carrie's tolerance stilled my temper. I took a deep breath and knelt down to finish the fence slat I was working on. I ordered my thoughts and figured I would finish the slat, put up the paint, find something to cover the hole in the house and then speak with the neighbors. I liked order in my brain. It may not be the best order, but the organization made my irritation easier to bear. The fence would have to wait another day. 

I hadn't met the neighbors. They had moved in a couple of months ago when I was at work. They were never outside at the same time I was. I had seen two boys and I think I spotted the mother unloading groceries once. Carrie had been the socialite. She would have had their whole history in a matter of hours. Without her, I was lucky to know the neighbors' names after a year. The boys seemed to be in middle school, somewhere around the preteen age. The mother was maybe in her thirties. It was difficult to tell since I had never seen them up close. 

I finished the slat and put the lid on the paint. I wrapped the brush in a plastic bag, hoping it would remain wet. The paint was more of a stain and clean up was a pain in the ass. I usually threw out a cheap brush instead of trying to save a good one. As long as I got back to painting in the next few days, the brush would be ready to go. I hated leaving the job undone. I would almost prefer to not start a task rather than leave it unfinished. Alas, the broken window was calling my name. I peeled a few more leaves off the fresh paint and moved the paint supplies to the garage. 

I found a few pieces of cardboard and covered them with a garbage bag. Using duct tape and my waterproofed cardboard, I sealed the hole in the window from normal weather. I found a blue baseball in the family room. It had also broken a small photo frame that had been resting on an end table. It was a picture of a smiling Carrie before she had gotten ill. Luckily, only the frame was damaged and the photo was unharmed. It was a small blessing since I had so few photos of Carrie.

Picking up the glass challenged my temper again. I sliced my hand by moving it too quickly. The cut started between the thumb and index finger, leading half an inch toward the center of the palm. One of those injuries you know will take a long time to heal because of its location. I fisted a Kleenex to stem the blood flow as I finished cleaning the glass more carefully with my good hand. At least the cut wasn't too deep. More blood than pain. I ran a vacuum through the room to make sure I found all the glass. I would have to make sure the replacement glass was tempered. 

I dislike uncomfortable conversations. I don't avoid them; I just dislike them. They had a way of ruining everyone's day. It would have been a lot easier if the kids had just owned up to the window and saved us all from a crappy conversation. Once I had the bleeding stopped, I headed over to the neighbors with the blue baseball. Their house was built around the same time as mine. Somewhere around the 1970s. It was a small ranch with wood siding that had been painted a few too many times. They had a nice dark blue door to match the blue shutters that framed the windows. 

There was tape over the doorbell indicating it was out of service. I knocked and waited. After a few moments, I knocked a bit louder. I was surprised and a little embarrassed when the door swung open in between one of my louder sets of knocks. A woman in black jeans and a black collared shirt stood at the door with an expression somewhere between exasperated and perturbed. She was barefoot and had a dish towel in her left hand. I placed her at the tail end of her thirties with coarse brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her face showed a bit of the wear and tear of a hard life. She had a large mole just below the left side of her chin. Not that she was ugly, she was just looked like the teller you would avoid if you wanted a nice trip to the bank. 

"Hi, I'm Todd Wilkerson from next door," I introduced myself smiling. I held out my left hand since the right still wanted to bleed a bit. 

"What can I do for you, Mr. Wilkerson?" the woman responded while ignoring my hand. I was a bit taken aback by the curt response. I expected her name or at least a return smile. I got a pure business-only look from her. I dropped my hand to my side.

"I think this may belong to one of your sons," I said, holding up the blue ball. I dropped my smile and mirrored her serious look. This was going to be less than cordial. The woman looked at the ball then back at me. 

"It may be. Is there a problem?" she asked. Her face relaxed a little and I could see her shoulders lose some of their rigidness. I relaxed my expression as well. 

"It went through my back window. I think it came from your backyard," I answered trying to soften the blow with a calm tone. Carrie and I were never blessed with kids so I didn't know how it felt to have someone complain about them. I was sure I would have taken it personally.

"Oh my! I am so sorry," she stammered, "I thought you were another subdivision Nazi." She stood away from the door and opened it wider. "Please come in, Todd." She gave me a hesitant smile which warmed the conversation. I stepped into her front room which was rather sparse. It still had some unpacked boxes in the corner and all the walls were empty.

"I'm Nancy. Nancy Hobart," she said as I walked into the room. "The last two neighbors who stopped by told me my door was painted an illegal color and the mailbox isn't to spec. I shouldn't have been so rude." 

"The new subdivision president is a bit of an ass," I agreed, "he did get the front entry cleaned up though." I tried to remain conversational as I handed the ball to Nancy, "I am sure you can get a variance for the door. They just like to see it on paper." I didn't want to tell her that the mailbox is a hard limit with those folks. For some reason they wanted all the lawn lights and mailboxes to be exactly the same. It was all rather draconian for such an old neighborhood. 

"This looks like Bobby's," Nancy admitted as she looked at the baseball. She took a few steps into the hallway and shouted, "Bobby! You and your brother get in here." I noticed Nancy's jeans were tight in the waist. She must have gained some weight recently. Black really wasn't her color either, but I really wasn't Mr. Fashion myself. I wondered if she knew the tight jeans made her ass look big. I also wondered why she never had the mole removed. She may not be my type, but I was happy she was dealing with the window issue.

Two young boys came slowly around the corner. I assumed they could tell from their mother's tone that this wouldn't be something pleasant. Both boys had the same brown hair as Nancy although it looked like it hadn't been combed in a while. The boys looked meaty, but not fat. The kinds of boys who tended toward the bully side in school. 

"Bobby, where do you think Mr. Wilkerson found your ball?" Nancy queried with tight lips. Bobby was obviously the older since he was a full hand taller than his brother. 

"I don't know," Bobby responded quietly, staring at the ground. His feet were fidgeting back and forth. 

"Do you know, Mark?" Nancy addressed the younger boy. 

"Bobby threw it," Mark replied quickly, pointing at his brother. Mark looked a bit panicked that the conversation had moved to him. 

"Mark missed it," Bobby countered.

"You threw it over my head," Mark battled back. 

"That's enough!" Nancy ended the blame game, "you should have told me as soon as it happened. I want you to apologize to Mr. Wilkerson right now." I received a chorus of "sorrys" with contrite expressions. It looked like the boys had practiced their puppy-dog eyes their whole lives. 

"I accept your apologies," I said formally. I was successfully holding back a smile. I still remembered making my mistakes at that age. I thought it was good that their mother was making them own up to it. 

"Now! I want you both in your rooms thinking about how you're going to pay for a new window. Off you go!" Nancy said as the boys scampered quickly back down the hall. Her expression softened when she turned back to me. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll write you a check. I would also like to apologize to Mrs. Wilkerson." 

"My wife passed away three years ago," I said carefully. "I haven't called a window company yet, but I suspect the glass shouldn't be too much." Nancy's eyes changed. I wasn't sure what to make of that. It was almost like she was looking inside me instead of at me. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable. I gestured toward the door. "I'll let you know the cost as soon as I can." 

"Your hand is bleeding," Nancy said with a worried expression.

"Just a small cut. It's in a bad spot so it's going to take some time to heal," I responded while looking at my hand. I was still slowly moving toward the door. 

"Nonsense. You sit down. I have some antiseptic that will take care of that," Nancy ordered as she headed off to the kitchen. She moved quicker than I could decline so I sat on the couch and waited for her return. I would have preferred to just head home and fist some more Kleenex. I decided to accept her determination instead of being rude. 

Nancy returned with a small first aid kit. She pulled up a small wooden chair in front of me and opened the kit. She held out her hand and smiled. "Hand, please," she instructed. I placed my hand, palm up, in hers. I hoped she didn't sense the uncomfortableness in the smile I returned to her. 

Nancy gently straightened my hand, causing the cut to open and a little blood to flow. She expertly swabbed the blood with a small gauze pad until the bleeding slowed. I suspect she had practiced on her boys many times in the past. She applied a small amount of antiseptic on a clean gauze pad and carefully spread it across the wound. It almost felt like she was caressing my hand and moving slower than necessary.

"I'm sorry to hear about your wife," Nancy declared softly. I had a formal answer to that statement I had developed over the months following Carrie's death. I dropped it for something much shorter. 

"Thank you," I said abruptly. I really didn't want to discuss anything more with Nancy. 

"Any kids?" Nancy asked.

"No, we weren't blessed with any," I answered reluctantly. I was probably imagining things, but I thought I felt her pulling my hand closer to her. I wasn't interested her in any way. In fact, she was kind of the opposite of the woman I would choose if I was playing the field, which I wasn't. Being alone never scared me and no one would ever come close to Carrie. I tried to slowly retrieve my hand. 

"Let me just tape that so it doesn't get infected," Nancy urged and pulled my hand closer. She put on a fresh gauze pad and softly secured it with surgical tape. I had to admit it was a job well done. "You should probably let this breath during the night, but keep it covered during the day," she instructed, "that should speed the healing." I muttered a "thank you" while looking at the wrapping. 

A loud whistle came from a teapot in the kitchen. Nancy grabbed the bloody gauze pads and the first aid kit. "Give me a second to get that," she said and quickly headed toward the kitchen. I didn't act quickly enough to begin leaving and thought it rude to yell a goodbye to someone who just gave me first aid. I remained seated and tried to plan a graceful exit 

I was dismayed to see Nancy return a few moments later with a tea tray. "Nancy, thank you for fixing my hand, but I don't think I can stay," I said with a little embarrassment. I hated to exit like that, but tea and Nancy didn't really appeal to me.

"I was kind of hoping you would explain how to get a variance," Nancy pleaded while she set the tea service down on the coffee table. I had opened my mouth about her blue door. If I left now I would feel like an unneighborly jerk the rest of the day. 'Find the solution. Don't double the problem,' I reminded myself. I really wished Carrie was here.

"I guess I can spare a few more minutes," I responded with a weak smile. What was five or ten minutes out of my day? It wasn't like I would return to the fence tonight. I relaxed into the seat and decided to be neighborly. 

"Good," Nancy smiled, "this is some herbal tea of my own creation. Don't be afraid to tell me if you hate it." She poured the steaming greenish-brown tea into two cups. "Do you take sugar or cream?" she asked. I didn't really drink tea. I take my coffee black so I figured that would work out well. 

"No, plain is fine," I answered while I reached for the cup and saucer. Nancy pulled the other cup and saucer to her lap. 

"So, Todd, how do these variances work?" Nancy asked. I took a sip of the tea to be polite. I fully expected to dislike it, but pretend to enjoy. A bitter, woodsy flavor washed over my tongue. That was followed by what could only be described as the taste of raw sewage. I resisted the urge to spit it back into the cup, and, against my better judgment, swallowed. It took all my willpower to suppress a disgusted expression.

"The association has a form you fill out," I responded without gagging, "you list what you intend to do or, in your case, what was done. As long as it isn't something outlandish, they will okay it at the next meeting." Nancy smiled at my response. It was a prettier smile than I expected. It felt good to help her so I offered more, "I can give Ken, the president, a call and get you a form if you like?"

"That would be wonderful, Todd," Nancy replied. Her smile grew larger and her face became softer. I absently took another sip of the tea. It wasn't as offensive as the first sip. The flavor kind of grew on me. I wasn't sure if it was the herbal blend or the thought that Nancy made it just for me. She was a lot prettier than I had first thought. The way her hair caressed her face was particularly inviting. Without thinking, I drained the cup. 

"This tea is really quite good," I commented. Nancy picked up the teapot and leaned over to refill my cup. She looked so pleased I was enjoying the tea. I couldn't help but notice a bit of cleavage when she leaned over. I felt a little aroused. She was really a lot more striking than I had first thought. I gave her a genuine smile.

"I'm so glad you liked it, Todd. I made it just for you," Nancy added. I could have sworn she just pushed her chest out at me. I couldn't believe she made the tea just for me. When was the last time anyone did something just for me? Nancy was amazing. I wondered what a woman like her would be like in bed. She had the perfect body for sex. Everything about her was just so perfect. I couldn't understand why I didn't notice before. Without thinking, I drained my cup again. 

"Nancy, I was going to replace the windows in my house anyway," I said, trying to impress her with my nonchalance, "there is no need for you to pay for the window." Nancy rose from her chair gracefully and slid next to me on the couch. I was surprised how much I wanted her there next to me. I have never had such a beautiful woman pay this kind of attention to me. I felt her hand on my knee as she leaned close.

"I love it when a man takes care of me," Nancy whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek. I felt an erection tighten in my pants. Her hand slowly moved up my thigh. "I simply find it irresistible." I was being seduced by Aphrodite. This was what I was born for. I vowed then that Nancy would want for nothing for the rest of her life. I felt so lucky she wanted me. 

"You are so beautiful," I admitted as I put my arm around her to pull he close. Nancy raised her ruby lips to mine and kissed me hard. I felt her hand cover the erection that had grown in my pants. I couldn't believe how hot this woman was. Her lips parted and I felt a tentative tongue tickle along my teeth. I tangled my tongue with hers and our passion increased. She was stroking my hard-on through my pants. I could feel the cool wetness of my pre-cum along my leg. She slowly separated from me and rose. 

"Come, let me please you," Nancy said seductively as she held out her hand. I stood up quickly, forgetting about the tea cup and saucer that fell to the carpet. I cringed, thinking it would displease her. She calmed me with her glorious smile. "Leave it. You can clean the room later." Of course I could; there was plenty of time left in the day. I carefully grasped her hand and followed her to the bedroom. The anticipation of what was about to happen had me on pins and needles. Watching her cute ass sway back and forth as it led the way was very enticing. 




The Neighbor



We entered her bedroom which was as sparse as the rest of the house. A few unpacked boxes where in the corner. Nancy closed and locked the door and turned to me. She placed her palm on the side of my face and softly caressed. Her deep brown eyes looked into mine. "My body is yours," she said, "how would you like me?" I was flabbergasted. A woman as gorgeous as Nancy was offering herself to me. The rest of the world faded away as I reached up and began unbuttoning her shirt. 

"Naked, of course," I smiled. Nancy grinned back and started to undo her jeans. I felt like a teenager in the throes of my first lust. I couldn't get her undressed quickly enough. I pulled her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. She was wearing a plain white bra, but on her it looked like a million dollar fashion statement. She pulled her pants down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood before me in her bra and vanilla panties. I was entranced by her curves. Everything was perfectly proportioned, like her body parts had been designed by a sculptor. Nancy seemed very pleased by my reaction which was obviously apparent on my face. 

I dropped to one knee and grabbed the elastic band of her panties. I slowly lowered them to the floor. Her pussy was as nature intended. A bush of beautiful brown down had grown to surround her magnificent moist opening. Nancy giggled as she reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were as wonderful as I had imagined. She had the body of a twenty year old. How could my first impression of her been so wrong? I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. 

I lightly ran my finger along the opening between her legs. I felt Nancy shiver. "Oh! I like that," she mewed. My finger came back coated with her wetness. I smiled as I brought the finger to my mouth and tasted her sweetness. She watched with her angel eyes as she spread her legs farther apart. I knew what would please her and pleasing her felt so necessary. I brought my lips to her wetness and dragged my tongue slowly along her opening. She groaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my face in tighter. "Put your tongue in as deep as you can. That's it," she instructed as she pistoned her hips into my mouth. I was close to bursting, but I wanted so much to please her first. 

Nancy shifted her hips to bring my tongue to her clitoris. I attacked her little nub as she ground her pelvis into my face. "Use your fingers now. Fuck me with your fingers," she panted. I could tell she was close. Her knees were beginning to shake. I brought my hand to her opening and slowly inserted two fingers. "Harder!" she demanded. I withdrew my fingers and then jammed them back in, almost punching her. "Again, again!" she squealed as I pounded her over and over. My tongue was moving at light speed and I was having trouble breathing as she pulled me against her pussy even tighter. Suddenly, her dam burst. I felt long, locking twitches travel through her hips as a flood of juices flowed down my hand. That was followed by a deep, low moan that lasted for the duration, as pleasure surged through her loins. 

"I loved what you did for me," Nancy whispered as she released my head. "You pleased me very much." I felt a tremendous warmth pass through my body. It felt so wonderful pleasing her. I loved her sated smile and admiration as she stroked my soaking face. She leaned down and kissed my lips lightly. Just a delicate touch from an angel. She cradled my face with her hands and looked me in the eyes, "Cum for me, Todd," she demanded quietly. 

I was about to explain my need for contact, for friction and for intimacy. The thoughts only lasted for a second. My body began to heed Nancy's command and I groaned unexpectedly. Her eyes were pools of water filling my soul and I felt the beginnings of an uncontrollable orgasm. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. It swept over me like a tidal wave. I jerked repeatedly as passion exploded between my legs. I felt an enormous amount of wet warmth fill my pants leg. I didn't understand the power she had over me, how much I needed her and my uncontrollable need to please her. She smiled as I filled my trousers and kissed me again.

"What a wonderful man you are," Nancy giggled, "so responsive and deliciously compliant." Her obvious pleasure pleased me beyond measure. I wish I could have cum more for her. I loved that she found me wonderful. She helped me to my feet. "We're going to be together for awhile so I am going to need a bit more of your blood," she said as she began to get dressed. I wasn't sure why she would need my blood. I knew I should be concerned, but it seemed to make her so happy when I complied with her requests. There was no way I was going to risk her unhappiness. 

I looked at my right leg and saw the large wet spot that had formed on the inside of my thigh. I hoped Nancy wouldn't see it and think less of me. I brought my legs together and tried to hide the dark blotch. She smiled sweetly at my self consciousness and I knew I had nothing to worry about. Relief flowed over me like a warm blanket. I watched her finish donning her clothes. Black was a perfect color for her. 

Nancy brought me into the kitchen. I was surprised by the amount of herb jars lined up on small wood shelves affixed to the walls. There were over fifty clear mason jars, each with an apparently different dried vegetation. The jars were not labeled. The herbs ranged in color from almost black to green and all shades of brown in between. There were a couple of colorful dark reds and blues that must have come from flowers. "I make my own potpourri," she commented as she opened a cabinet and grabbed an empty jar. It was half the size of the jars on the wall, but still had a locking lid with a rubber seal. She retrieved a small needle from a drawer and sat down at the kitchen table while signaling me to sit next to her. 

I joined Nancy at the table as she opened the sealed jar and asked for my hand. I hesitantly gave her my wounded hand. Something wasn't quite right, but I couldn't quite figure it out. There seemed to be a sluggishness to my thought process. Something was fogging up the works and trying to break through. It was only partially successful. I snapped my hand back just before she jabbed the needle into the tip of my finger. I rubbed my eyes trying to think through the sludge. "That can't be sanitary, " I mumbled, searching for time. 

"Look! If you want to leave, then get out," Nancy said crossly. The expression on her face was nasty as she pointed to the door. I found it difficult to breath and I felt pains in my chest at seeing her angry like that. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Why was I trying to sabotage a perfect relationship? Nancy knew what was best. I put my hand back and stopped trying to think. 

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I don't know what I was thinking." Nancy smiled again, sending waves of relief washing over my soul. I hadn't lost her. My breath had returned comfortably and I hardly noticed when she jabbed deeply into my finger. She milked my finger while looking into my eyes. It felt wonderful to have the sole attention of such a wonderful woman. She stopped bleeding me when the bottom of the jar was covered. Nancy then brought my injured finger to her lips and kissed the tip. I felt all her love in that kiss and knew she felt the same way about me. 

Nancy retrieved a stainless steel tea ball infuser from the counter. She opened it and dumped the contents on a plate. Mixed in with many different colored wet leaves, I recognized the gauze pad she had cleaned my hand with earlier. Nancy was lightly whistling some strange tune as she collected five leaf-filled jars from the wall shelves. She also grabbed twelve-inch tweezers from the sink after she had set the teapot on the stove to boil. I watched in fascination as she worked. She seemed so proficient although I had no idea what she was preparing. Seeing the bloody gauze caused me a moment's doubt, but I knew better than to question her motives. If she was happy, I was happy. Nothing could be simpler.

Nancy opened the selected jars one by one, used the tweezers to gather a portion of the leaves and began putting them in the infuser. She seemed to be overly concerned that the correct amounts of each were used. When she got to the last jar, she took a tweezer full of leaves and dipped them into the jar with my blood. She smiled at me again so I knew everything was alright. She placed the bloody leaves in the infuser with the rest and sealed the tea strainer. She then resealed all the jars and replaced them on the shelves. My blood jar went into the refrigerator. Something strange tried to creep back into my brain. I shoved it aside, knowing how much my thinking could upset her. 

The pot began to boil, much to Nancy's delight. She jumped up and grabbed a teapot that was next to the stove and filled it with the boiling water. She looked so happy as she dropped the infuser into the just-filled teapot. I couldn't really hear what she whispered into the pot, but it sounded something like a prayer spoken in some foreign language. She returned to the table with the steeping pot and set it down on a crocheted mat. "We have to let that soak in a bit," Nancy said casually, "what do you do for a living, Todd?"

"I'm in sales. Metals actually, " I answered, using my hands to help me along, "you know iron, stainless steel, aluminum. Kind of a middle man between smelters and manufacturers." I could speak for hours on the subject. I knew most people only appreciated the short answer so I stopped there. 

"Does it pay well?" Nancy asked with interest. 

"Yes, I guess it does," I responded proudly, "I've been doing it for twenty plus years and have built up a good loyal base of customers. Took a hit in 2008 and 9, but it has been smooth sailing the rest of the years."

Nancy got up and grabbed a teacup from the cabinets. "How much do you make?" she asked when her back was turned. I wasn't used to such an in depth question. There was a reason to not answer it, but I just couldn't, for the life of me, think what that reason was. 

"Eighty thousand plus commissions," I declared, "I might hit a hundred thirty thousand this year. Why do you ask?" I added the last question to try to clear my head. Maybe her answer would help to organize my thoughts better. She turned sharply with her lips in a grim line.

"Are you questioning my motives?" Nancy accused me. I was taken aback by the sharpness in her tone. I wasn't sure how to respond. I thought about what I asked and I could see how she misinterpreted it. I couldn't believe how much trouble my mouth was getting me into. This woman was everything to me and I was pissing it away.

"Yes...I mean no," I stammered through my apology, "it was a stupid question and I shouldn't have asked it." For some reason I didn't really believe what I just said. I tilted my head and looked closer at Nancy. Why were my thoughts having so much trouble coming to the surface? Her eyes widened a bit at my concern. She sat down quickly and poured a cup of tea and pushed it over toward me. 

"I guess I overreacted, Todd," Nancy said soothingly, "I don't want you to think poorly of me is all." I looked at the steam coming off the blood tea. She was smiling at me which felt better than it should. I had thoughts on the tip of my tongue that were almost formed. It was like looking through a decorative glass block. You could make out discolored shapes, but they just didn't congeal into anything recognizable. "Why don't you drink your tea?" she said, pushing the cup a bit closer. I grabbed the handle by habit and could feel the heat seeping through the ceramic. That and the steam meant piping hot; I knew that much. 

"It's pretty hot right now," I said as I lowered the cup to its saucer. Nancy picked it up and began blowing across the top of the cup. She looked a bit concerned. I wanted to think her concern was based on temperature, but her eyes kept darting back to mine in a strange way. Something was amiss and it was struggling in my mind to announce itself.

"Here, I think it is cool enough now," Nancy informed me as she handed the cup back. I wasn't convinced that a few breaths would cool down the blood tea. Why would I even want to drink blood tea? Nancy reached up and caressed the side of my face. Her hand felt so good along my cheek. "Take a sip for me, My Love," she said with her dark eyes looking deep into mine. I wasn't ready to disappoint her again, not with her looking at me like that. I took a small sip and ignored the fact that it burned my tongue and it tasted like shit. Nancy relaxed into her seat. I was surprised at how much stiffness left her.

Nancy really was a beautiful woman. I was lucky she was even giving me the time of day. I admonished myself for even beginning to doubt her intentions. I gave her a smile that I was sure was more goofy than pleasing. How was I going to prove myself to her? What could I do to repair the damage I may have done? I took another sip of the tea. The taste had improved dramatically. So much so, that I didn't mind scorching the roof of my mouth. 

"Todd, I believe you promised to clean the living room," Nancy reminded me. Of course I did. I spilled some of the tea on the carpet and almost broke the cup. I downed the rest of my cup and asked where the cleaning supplies were. I would prove my love even if it was the last thing I would do. 

It took me three hours to fully clean the room. The supplies needed to be unpacked from the move and put away before I could even start. I ran out and got a carpet steam cleaner. Nancy thought it best that I buy one since there were other rooms that would need cleaning. This made total sense to me. She was as economically sound as she was pretty. I picked up some frame-hanging nails so I could unpack and hang some paintings for her. By the time I was done, Nancy was so pleased with me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was so easy to please. 

"Todd, I am in a bit of a spot tomorrow," Nancy stated as she was pouring me another cup of tea, "my boys have a teacher institute day and I just don't have the time to watch them." I had another way to prove my love. If all my problems were this easy, life would be a dream.

"I'll just call in sick and take them to the zoo," I said triumphantly, "we'll make a day of it." I sipped some more of her glorious tea and watched the smile grow on her face. Making her happy was so easy. I was floating in the clouds.

"You are such a magnificent man," Nancy said as she moved closer to me on the couch, "what would I ever do without you?" I was in. With some women you never know where you stand, but with Nancy, I knew. I had my hooks in her and I was never letting go. God help any man who tried to come between us. I felt her hand slide up my thigh and my arousal became evident. It took almost nothing for her to get me going. Angels just work that way.

"I was thinking we should get married," Nancy announced. It seemed so logical. How she can come up with these things without any deep thought? It was obvious that we were deeply in love and there was no point in delaying the inevitable. I felt her hand work its way to my crotch. 

"Yes, we should," I responded as I set down my cup, "we could do it this weekend if that would make you happy." I pulled Nancy in close and cuddled her into my shoulder. Her silken hair smelled wonderful. She giggled at my caresses and began to massage my erection through my pants. I moaned and nuzzled the crook of her neck and followed that up with tender kisses. She stood and led me back to the bedroom. Things were going very well. 

"Do you think you could mow the lawn tomorrow?" Nancy asked as she removed her shirt. I loved doing things for her. She was so appreciative.

"Of course I can," I answered as I began to undress. There was plenty of time in the day to take the boys to the zoo and clean up the lawn. Nancy smiled and sent my heart into flip flops. When she removed her bra, I almost lost it. Her breasts were more magnificent than I remembered. I dropped my pants and boxers revealing a stiffness I hadn't felt in years. She was so desirable. 

Nancy pushed me back onto the bed once we were naked. She straddled my legs and pulled her hips forward until my cock laid against her stomach. She reached down and caressed my erection as I struggled to hold back. 

"I don't know what I would do without you, Todd," Nancy stated softly, "I am already so dependent." She raised her hips and guided my cock to her opening. "Maybe you should get some insurance incase anything to should happen to you." She was rubbing my crown up and down along her moist slit, creating the most incredible sensation. The only thing allowing me to hold on was the thought of her alone without me. She and her boys would starve if I left them penniless. Nancy was so beautifully pragmatic. 

"I'll get some term life," I groaned under her manipulations, "half...or maybe a whole million would make sure the family would be okay." Nancy leaned down and kissed me full on the lips with tremendous passion; I thought my eyes would melt. She lowered her hips and engulfed my cock in the warmest place it had ever been. This was truly heaven. I knew I wasn't going to last long and she sensed my impending need.

"Wait for me, My Love," Nancy requested longingly. I locked down my loins, closed my eyes and silently prayed for time. I didn't want to disappoint her. I wanted more than anything not to disappoint her. She ground her pelvis into mine, shifting it back and forth. Her movements became erratic and I hoped she was close. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm and strained to not let it continue. I knew if I let the least amount go, I would explode. My breathing became as spasmodic as her hips. 

"Oh, God!" Nancy cried as she dropped her full weight onto my hips. She was shaking uncontrollably as I let myself go. My first spasm was small, almost imperceptible. The second drained me of everything I had. My hips raised off the bed carrying Nancy up with them. Her hips were snapping back and forth as she traveled through her own slice of heaven. I emptied all I had into her. I never imagined I had so much to give. She brought out the animal in me and seeing her in the throes of bliss was just too much. 

"You're such a powerful man, Todd," Nancy complimented. My ego followed my joy to the moon. I never thought of myself as a great lover and now I knew I was. She bled it out of me. She was the reason for everything. We kissed and cuddled and talked about my will. Of course, I needed to list her as the sole beneficiary. Who else but this sex goddess deserved my money? No, our money. Everything I have is because of her. This is what I was born for.

>>>>>

I was cleaning my house when the doorbell rang. I hated being interrupted. I had promised Nancy I would get rid of the photos of Carrie and be back at her house in an hour. I knew she was making more of that wonderful tea. I had only known her a week, but it had seemed like a lifetime. Nancy brought so much clarity to my life. She knew Carrie never truly loved me. If Carrie had, she would have never left. Why I was hanging on to photos of a woman who used me and left? I had no idea. Nancy was my true love and tomorrow it would be official. A courthouse wedding, followed by a honeymoon I would never forget. My life couldn't get any better.

I tucked the box of framed photos under my arm and opened the door. A woman with short-cropped blond hair stood before me. She looked slim in her jeans and wore some neon-colored tennis shoes. Her brown t-shirt had the words, "Instant Human. Just add coffee." surrounding an image of a cup of coffee. She looked a bit ragged. Almost like she had just dropped her weekend cleaning and rushed over. I almost thought she was cute, but I now knew what true beauty was. Though her green eyes did give her mature face a light breezy look - even if they were a bit bloodshot. 




The Neighbor



"Can I help you?" I asked while shifting the box to a more comfortable position on my hip. 

"Actually, I am supposed to help you," she said without confidence. "I live down the street and I have kind of a strange message." A myriad of crazy religious and charity requests ran through my head. I definitely had no time for this type of thing now. 

"I am really not interested anything you're selling," I stated firmly and began to shut the door. 

"Wait! The message is from Carrie!" the woman yelled. She looked like she was going to try to stop me from closing the door; instead, she backed away with a dejected look. I almost finished closing the door. I didn't want to be late in returning to Nancy. I looked down at the box of Carrie's photos and back at the woman. It had to be a different Carrie. 

"What!" I demanded as I swung the door back open. This had better not be some kind of lead in to a donation or sales pitch.

"I'm not sure what it means," she said, surprised the door was open again. "I just know she won't get out of my dreams unless I tell you." I knew now I had a crazy on my hands. I wasn't quite sure how to handle a crazy. I wasn't even sure if this might be a homicidal crazy. I carefully laid down the box to free my hands and tried to maintain a calm attitude. I suspected a call to the police may be necessary. 

"That's her! The lady in my dreams!" the woman cried out, pointing at one of the photos in the box, "she said you knew her." The woman was way too excited and I was way too confused. I wished Nancy was here; she would know how to handle this. Nancy always knew what was going on. I thought about going next door to get her to straighten things out. 

"You know her too." The woman was all smiles. "You'll know what she wants. You have to help me get her out of my head." She was practically giddy with her revelation. I was still trying to think. It was difficult. How could she know Carrie? Maybe she met Carrie before. I really shouldn't be thinking about Carrie. I should be go see Nancy.

"She said the solution is to double the problem." The woman was trying to look serious, but having a tough time with it. "Get angry and stop drinking the tea. Do you know what that means?" She looked at me like I had the answers to life itself. There was a vague understanding that my mind kept pushing away. My thoughts were so thick. I needed Nancy's help to think straight. 

"I'm sorry," the woman said and then she slapped me hard across the face and took a step back. "I was supposed to do that if you didn't answer me." I guess she saw the anger in my face because she took another step back and cowered into herself. "I haven't really slept in a week. You need to do what she says." she said with contrite conviction. 

"Who the fuck are you?" I yelled, "you come to my house telling me my dead wife is in your dreams. Then you hit me. Are you insane?" I couldn't believe she hit me. I took a step forward and I saw her sink more into herself. I wanted to strike her in return, but she looked to be at her wits' end. I wasn't sure she was in control of her actions. I pulled out my phone and punched in 911. "I'm calling the police," I stated in hopes she would get the message and disappear. 

"9-1-1, what's your emergency," the operator had answered before the first ring. Tears formed in the woman's eyes, but she didn't leave.

"I have a distraught woman at my door," I said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. I could see she was not in control of herself. She obviously needed professional help. "She is talking nonsense and she has already struck me once," I completed the description and still the woman stayed. I could see tears running down her cheeks. I almost felt sorry for her.

"Can you give me your location, Sir?" the operator inquired. I rattled off my address. "Officers have been dispatched, Sir. You need to get to a safe location," the operator went down his list of to-dos. 

"I will be here when they arrive," I stated and ended the call. The woman stood a bit taller. Her tears were flowing freely, but there was a new determination in her face.

"I am so sorry," she stated firmly, "I have to get her out of my head." With that she swung harder, catching me unaware again. This time her hand was closed. It didn't have a lot of strength behind it, but it caught me in the cheek and I felt one of my teeth break the skin. There would be blood. I became livid. 

"You bitch!," I screamed as I grabbed her wrists. She tried to break away and failed. She was full-fledged bawling now. I knew I was squeezing her wrists hard, but there was no way I was going to let go of her. "What's wrong with you? You trying to go to jail?" I was spitting blood as I yelled into her face. She just kept spouting how sorry she was. I was having none of it. I thought about paying her back with a right cross. 

I heard Nancy come running from next door. She must have heard me yelling. "Todd, calm down," Nancy said with panic in her voice, "just calm down and let her go." 

"I am not calming down," I growled, "this bitch hit me. Twice!" I shook the woman and drew out more sobbing. 

"It would make me very happy if you calmed down and let her go," Nancy said with a faux smile on her face. She was fidgeting as she neared. Something was worrying her. 

"You'll just have to be happy later," I said with venom in my voice, "I called the police and she isn't going anywhere until they arrive." Nancy's face turned white. It looked all the more pale because of the black dress she was wearing. She always wore black. It just wasn't a good color for her.

"Todd, we have to go," Nancy pleaded. "Remember? The wedding and honeymoon." She was sounding desperate. I looked at the crying woman in my arms and felt the cut in my cheek with the tip of my tongue. "I have to go now, Todd. Don't you want to go with me?" Nancy was holding out her hand. Why did I want to go with her? I started searching my brain, tallying the commitments I had made to Nancy over the last week. I looked at the poor woman in my grasp and then at the box of pictures. When I looked at Nancy I was fuming. I didn't think I could get that mad. I let go of the "messenger" and took a step toward Nancy. Nancy's face showed fear. I liked that look. 

Nancy turned and ran toward her house. I would have followed, but my "savior" had dropped to the ground, sobbing. I couldn't leave her on my doorstep like that. I began to hear sirens and knew she would experience all types of trouble without my backup. I sat down next to her, trying to figure out what to do. 

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you right away," I apologized, "I wasn't thinking straight. I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't come here today. I owe you a lot." I wasn't sure my words would soothe her. In fact, I still wasn't sure she was all there. All I knew was Nancy was pure evil. 

"Thank you," she said quietly between sobs, "I know how I must sound. I have been fighting coming here. The lady in my dreams just wouldn't let up. Dream after dream of the same thing. I haven't had any real sleep in a week." I could see it her face now. The bloodshot eyes, the circles under her eyes and the general clammy look to her skin. What she was implying sounded insane. Of course, what Nancy was doing seemed equally impossible a week ago. The sirens were getting closer.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Linda...Linda Thompson," she answered as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I live a few blocks that way," she added while pointing eastward. I could see colored lights flickering in the windows and knew the police were about to turn onto my street.

"Well, Linda, let's see how flexible our men in blue are," I said with smile, "I would guess some groveling from me will be in order." Linda smiled back and stood as the police car pulled up to the front walk. I also stood and calmly walked down to the curb. The policeman stepped out of the car, mirroring my calm demeanor. He looked like a cop who had been on the beat for years. Not overweight, but not slim and trim. The way he stood confidently left little argument about who was in charge. 

"Are you the one who made the call?" the officer asked as he approached. I noticed his hand was sitting on the holster of his pistol. 

"Yes. A bit premature, Officer," I said in an apologetic tone. "Linda was just trying to warn me about the lady next door." I pointed to Nancy's house. "I kind of misinterpreted her help and blew it out of proportion." I shrugged my shoulders hoping to be forgiven. 

"Warn you about what, Sir?" the officer asked. His hand was still on the butt of his gun. 

"I believe Nancy Hobart, the lady who lives next door," I pointed to Nancy's house again as I spoke, "was trying to swindle me. Linda was making me aware of situation." I wasn't sure how much to tell the cop. I could hardly believe half of what had been going on. 

"Is that right, Miss?" the officer asked Linda, after stepping to the side to get a better view of her. 

"Yes, Sir." Linda answered, "I was just passing on some second-hand information." 

"Can you describe Ms. Hobart?" the officer added as he turned back to me. I wasn't sure where this was going. I really didn't have any evidence to back up my claims. Just my willing signature on life insurance documents and a half-done will I hadn't signed. Frankly, I was happy to be done with her. 

"Ahhh....Medium build woman in her late thirties. Brown hair, brown eyes," I stated with little confidence. It is very hard to describe people. "Seems to like to wear black a lot," I added. I saw Nancy's garage door going up. "I think she is coming out now," I said, pointing to the garage. 

A black Toyota Celica backed out of the garage and into the street. The officer signaled for it to stop. I saw Nancy's two boys in the backseat and a hooded Nancy behind the wheel. I wasn't looking forward to a war of words with Nancy. I don't think "she gave me some kind of blood tea potion" was going to work as an explanation. 

Nancy floored it and nearly ran over the officer. I was shocked to see her careen off a parked car as she sped down the street. The officer had jumped out of the way and rolled onto my grass. His expression when he rose was not pleasant. It looked like explanations were not going to be necessary. He ran to his vehicle, yelling codes into his chest mike as he moved. I was secretly hoping Nancy resisted arrest as the police car took after her. 

"Wow! I didn't expect that," Linda said after the street quieted down. 

"I think Nancy may have a history with the police," I surmised as I turned back to Linda. "How did you know Carrie?"

"Who's Carrie?" Linda answered, perplexed.

"My wife or she was my wife," I explained as I pointed to the box of photos, "the woman in the pictures."

"That was your wife?" Linda exclaimed. "She was worried sick. I thought it was just some crazy dream at first, but it kept repeating and waking me up. This is fucking weird. I thought I was going insane and figured finally telling you would make it better." She smiled, "I guess it did. Maybe I can get some real sleep now."

"This doesn't make any sense. How did..Why would she pick you?" I asked looking at her closer.

"God if I know. It had to be to worst week in my life," Linda confessed as she threw up her hands. "It was déjà vu dreamland. The same tape running over and over. I tried not to sleep, and, when I did, the same dream came again. I never believed in this afterlife stuff, but now I'm questioning it."

I looked over at Nancy's open garage. "I have to get something out of that witch's house," I stated as I headed toward the garage. Linda followed. It felt natural to have her follow. There was no one else in the world who would accept what had happened. We had a strange bond. 

"She is a witch?" Linda asked.

"Witch, bitch, an all around evil entity. Any of those fit," I stated as we entered the garage and headed for the kitchen door. "She gave me some kind of love drug. It failed once I got angry." I stopped and turned back to Linda. "You know, I think she was going to kill me. I was signing over everything and adding life insurance as well."

"Holy shit!" Linda exclaimed. "No wonder Carrie was so determined. I still wish she had picked someone else. There had to be someone who would have understood better." I still had a difficult time believing Linda, but I did believe Linda believed. I had trouble accepting ghosts or dreams of ghosts.

I went straight to the refrigerator and gasped a sigh of relief when I saw the jar with my blood. I grabbed it and went straight to the sink. "That looks like blood," Linda commented. "And what are all these jars?" she added, gesturing toward the shelves of herbs. 

"Yep, it's my blood and she used some of those herbs to build the drug," I said as I began washing out the jar. I thought about washing all the herbs down the drain. I wasn't sure what side of the law I would be on. Linda was pulling down the jars and examining the contents.

"We should get rid of these," Linda stated as she pulled down another.

"I'm not sure if it would be legal," I said as I rinsed out the jar for the fifth time. 

"Screw legal. It's the right thing to do," Linda commented as she started pulling down all the jars and putting them on the kitchen table. She was right. I couldn't make it easy for Nancy to repeat with someone else. I tried a few switches next to the sink until the disposal started. 

"Let's dump em!" I agreed with a big smile. Linda started opening the jars and handing them to me one at a time. It only took us about ten minutes to grind the herbs down the drain. I rinsed out each jar to remove any residue. For some reason, Linda was closing them and putting them back on the shelf. I tried to imagine the expression on Nancy's face when she saw the shelves of empty jars. It brought me a bit of joy.

"I would like to buy you lunch," I said when the job was completed. "We can order a pizza and try to figure this out." Linda agreed, although she looked like she might need sleep more. We returned to my house and ordered a large pepperoni. 

Linda and I talked for over an hour. I found out about the death of her husband two years ago. We talked about Carrie as I replaced her pictures around the house before the pizza came. I lamented about my still broken window and unfinished fence. We wondered if being alone made us susceptible to the events of the past week. I remembered Nancy's interest piquing when I had mentioned Carrie had passed away. Linda surmised that if Bruce, her late husband, was still alive, she may have weathered the dreams as only an annoyance. Waking up alone exasperated the dreams. Linda was surprisingly easy to talk to. Our conversation was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Mr...Wilkerson?" A plains-clothed police officer with a badge on his belt asked as he read from his notepad. 

"Yes, I'm Todd Wilkerson," I responded and opened the door wider.

"I'm detective Morris with the Springfield police department, " he continued, "I need to ask you a few questions if you have time." I let him in and he sat with Linda and me around the empty pizza box. "How well do you know Ms. Hobart?" he inquired. 

"I only known her for about a week. She moved in about three months ago and I met her last Sunday for the first time," I answered truthfully. 

"Sergeant Lendor indicated you thought she might be swindling you?" Morris probed.

"Well it is kind of hard to explain," I responded slowly. I wasn't sure how much to say without getting myself committed. Linda gave me a supportive smile. "She had me convinced we should marry. I think she may have broken down my resistance with some kind of drug. Linda, here, broke me out of it." 

"Ms. Hobart has gone by many names," Morris offered, "she seems to use the same MO. She is a black widow, Mr. Wilkerson. I believe Linda may have saved your life." Linda looked proud and I gave her a big smile. I think she was happy those sleepless nights yielded something other than insanity. "I would like you to come downtown tomorrow. I'll need a statement, although I suspect your words will only be icing on the cake. They have her dead to rights for a murder in Maryville, Indiana."

"You caught her?" I asked with a little more apprehension than I meant to include.

"Sergeant Lendor is not someone you want to run over," Morris laughed. "He had her bottled up in under thirty minutes. He had half the force chasing her down."

"Well, I know I'll sleep better tonight," I said, shaking the detective's hand. "I'll be happy to stop by tomorrow afternoon and tell you what I know. I'll be honest, I am a bit confused about it all." We said goodnight and the detective headed out. 

I promised to walk Linda home as soon as I cleaned up the dishes. I returned a few minutes later to see Linda passed out on the couch. Her head was leaning awkwardly on the back cushion. I thought about waking her, but with her week it seemed like a cruel thing to do. I found a pillow and a blanket and formed a small bed on the couch. I moved her head to the pillow while shifting her body prone. I only received half a moan. She was out. I removed her shoes and covered her with the blanket. She looked so peaceful. For some reason, I kissed her forehead lightly. I owed this woman a lot and the little kiss just seemed proper. I left her there to sleep while I searched the yellow pages for a window company.

It was ten at night when I finally admitted that Linda was out for the night. I left a note on the table next to the couch so she would feel free to help herself to the refrigerator's contents when she woke. I left the kitchen light on so the warm glow from around the corner would keep her from freaking out if she woke in the middle of the night. I took myself to bed.

>>>>

The man came out of the water bone dry. I was kind of amazed since he had started completely submerged and slowly walked to the shore. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and red tie that made him look like a banker. I stood up from the chair to shake his hand, but he refused. "Take care of my little weasel," he said with a smile. Then he pushed me off the cliff I didn't know was there. 

I woke in a sweat. I hate falling dreams. They seem so real and you can almost feel yourself landing on the bed when you wake. I pushed the blanket aside to give release to a bit of the heat. I looked at the clock and it was only one AM. I rolled over and closed my eyes. 

The man came out of the water bone dry. I was kind of amazed since he had started completely submerged and slowly walked to the shore. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and red tie that made him look like a banker. I stood up from the chair to shake his hand, but he refused. "Take care of my little weasel," he said with a smile. Then he pushed me off the cliff I didn't know was there. 

"Fuck!" I cried as I woke in a sweat again. I stood up from the bed trying to change the thoughts in my head. The clock said It was only one thirty. I tried to think about something else, anything else. My brain had locked on that stupid dream. I thought of finishing the fence. I would probably need a new brush. A week in a plastic bag would make the old brush pretty useless. I needed to redo the insurance policies. I wondered if I could cancel them. If not, I would have to find a new beneficiary. There was no way I was leaving anything to the bitch. I crawled back in bed now that my thoughts had moved on. 

The man came out of the water bone dry. I was kind of amazed since he had started completely submerged and slowly walked to the shore. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and red tie that made him look like a banker. I stood up from the chair to shake his hand, but he refused. "Take care of my little weasel," he said with a smile. Then he pushed me off the cliff I didn't know was there. 




The Neighbor



"Son of a ..." I stopped short when I opened my eyes and saw Linda shaking by the bed. The light from the hallway glistened off her tears. 

"She's back," Linda sobbed, "she keeps saying 'go to him' and pushes me off a building." I rose and took her into my sweaty arms. Something was really screwed up. Linda ignored my sweat and pulled into me tightly. She needed someone and I was the only one there. I caressed her back and it felt oddly comfortable. She fit nicely in my arms. 

"Who is 'little weasel'?" I asked softly. I don't know how all this was happening, but I thought I already knew the answer to my question. 

Linda pulled back from my embrace. Her eyes were watering as she stared into mine. "Bruce used to call me that. I kind of 'weaseled' out of the first few dates with him. I thought he was stuck up."

"Black suit, red tie?" I added.

"How do you know that? He was stockbroker and thought it gave him a conservative look." Linda was beginning to understand. 

"He was pushing me off a cliff," I divulged, "I think we are being set up by our ex's. They may not let us sleep." Linda stood away from me and looked toward the wall thinking. I was at a loss. I now had a taste of Linda's pain and I only had three repetitions. I couldn't imagine a week of these dreams. Linda looked at me with the expression of someone who had made a decision.

"Okay, if that's how they want it, that's what they'll get," she said with determination as she began undressing. I was suddenly aware that I was only in my boxers. She removed her t-shirt and dropped her jeans. She was wearing a matching set of pink bra and panties that looked more like a sexy bikini in the dim light of the hallway. I was rather surprised when she removed her bra and began lowering her panties. Her breasts weren't very large, but that allowed them to maintain their youth. Deliciously cute is the only way I can describe them.

"You're going to have to remove those," Linda said clinically, pointing at my boxers. She had stopped removing her panties, waiting for me to participate. I obliged and was treated to a very naked Linda. The neatly trimmed tuft a light hair between her legs was perfect. I sat there on the end of the bed, staring at her beauty. I wasn't sure how far we were going to take this. My obvious arousal knew how far I wanted to go. 

Linda walked to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers. She climbed in and I followed from my side. "Your wife and my husband want us together." I had no idea why Linda was explaining her logic. The whole situation defied logic. "We can't fight it without going insane. We are going to have to make love." There was no change in her expression. This was business for her. A means to an end. After my repetitive dreams, I had to agree with her. There was no way to fight it. "It's been three years for me, so be nice," Linda added as she pulled my lips to hers. 

The kiss started like all kisses. A pleasant soft skin-to-skin contact. Most kisses stop there. This one did not. I felt something different and not just at my lips. A strange feeling, almost a shiver, emanated from my chest and down my arms. I reached out to bring her closer and I knew she felt it too. Her other hand grasped wantonly on the other side of my head pulling me closer as her lips parted. I felt her tongue tickle mine. Her whole body twitched when I tangled my tongue with hers. I didn't want it to stop. 

"Whoa, that was not what I expected," Linda said as she pulled away for air. She immediately smothered my response with her lips again. The feeling drove deeper into me. It wasn't heat or lust; it was utter comfort. Even that doesn't describe it well enough. My hands were caressing her body as our tongues merged again. I ran my fingers down her back and along the crack of her butt. I felt her shiver again as I lightly tickled my hand back up. I wanted to have more of her. I wanted all of her. 

I gently pulled Linda's thigh over my side and caressed her butt. Panting, she grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs; our lips never broke contact. I cupped her sex and felt her steamy warmth. Her hand left mine and encircled my erection. I jerked at the suddenness and grinned into the kiss. I felt her smile in return. I now knew exactly how far we were going to take this.  

I curved my finger up into her. Her lips left mine and she moaned a most delicious sound. She was so very wet. I added a second finger and saw her smile in the dim light. She continued to caress my cock as I slowly drove my fingers in and out of her. I leaned my head closer and kissed her nose; that made her eyes sparkle. It was a love peck, worth so much more than a lust kiss could deliver. She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top. 

We were eye-to-eye and nose-to-nose when she guided me into her. She didn't blink, nor did I. I just slowly entered her while enjoying her welcoming warmth. I heard a small gasp as I filled her. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. I responded with slow, loving strokes. She followed each with a small, loving gasp. We were both breathing into each other's mouths, panting together and sharing our air. Linda circled my hips with her legs and pulled me deeper by lifting her hips off the bed. 

We stayed in that rhythm for what seemed like a century. Rising higher and higher, trying to give more to each other. It was heavenly simplistic. We just fit together so well. Linda was the first to get lost in blissful lust. I felt her body begin to shake, then stiffen, as her legs tightened around my waist. A sharp intake of breath followed a long moan as her back strained upward. Her face was all sorts of beautiful as her instincts took over. I gave a final thrust and lost myself with her. We held each other through it all. 

I carefully rolled off Linda, leaving one hand on her shoulder and the other softly caressing her perfect breasts. I loved the sated look on her face and the way her hair was going in every direction except how she intended. Yes, deliciously cute is the only way to describe her. 

"Holy shit!" we said in unison. Linda looked at me and laughed while I helplessly joined in. It couldn't have been more perfect. Sweaty or not, I pulled her into me. I tucked a pillow under her head and spooned her back to my chest as I nibbled and kissed her neck. She brought my hand up to her lips and she kissed it lightly. I reached down and pulled the sheet over us and that is how we slept. 

Neither of us moved until noon. No ghost dreams. Just silent, restful, rebuilding sleep. I awoke before Linda and just held her for ten minutes. I let her wake naturally. Well, almost naturally. I found the crook of her neck to be too tempting. They were just light kisses, but they had awoken a smile after a few minutes. Linda turned around and faced me.

"That was kind of wonderful last night," she whispered.

"I kind of have to agree," I added with a smirk I hoped looked charming. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips. My breath was most likely fowl so I kept my tongue to myself.

"I got talked into a Halloween party tomorrow. My friends thought I was lonely," she said as she caressed the side of my face, "would you like to go with me?" 

"I'd hate not going with you," I said sincerely. She kissed me, no tongue. Our foul breath meters were in sync. 

>>>>

It felt like no one else was at the party. I had been introduced to about twenty people, but I could only remember Linda's name. She was wearing a darling German girl outfit that matched my lederhosen. She was glowing as I suspected I was. I usually hated parties where I knew no one. In this case, it mattered not where we were, it only mattered that we were there together.

"Who are you two supposed to be?" a grown up Harry Potter asked, tipping his beer to me. 

"Hansel and Gretel," I smiled, looking at Linda, "you know...the witch killers."



The Neighbor



I groaned and slammed my head on the desk before cursing myself. The brim of my glasses dug into my nose all because the neighbor didn't know how to keep their music down. It was becoming very hard to focus on my novel when I couldn't hear myself think. I guess that's what I get for living in a studio apartment. I banged on the wall to the neighbors hoping they'd catch the hint, but they echoed my knocking instead. Fucking jerks! I didn't know who lived next door, but I was ready to kill them. Yeah, I was going to have to deal with that.

With a puff, I pushed my chair out and walked outside. My straight blonde hair was in a messy bun, my black rectangular glasses rested on a tiny nose, covering large blue eyes, and my short 5'2, 115 pound body was covered in pajama pants and a tank top. I marched my messy ass to the next apartment over and pounded on the door. I crossed my arms impatiently waiting until the door slowly opened. "Well, hot damn." A deep voice met me. I glanced up to see a very firm half naked man. He towered above my tiny frame and I nearly felt inferior. Unfortunately, my attitude made up for my size.

"Look, I am trying to work so if you wouldn't mind turning that shit down, I would appreciate it."

"Say please, sugar." The man smirked a dazzling smirk, but I refused to let it affect me. Sure, my insides were reminding me that I haven't been touched in almost two years, but I refused to give into a inconsiderate jerk.

"I already said I'd appreciate it. You aren't getting anything else out of me. I have a deadline to meet and need to focus." The man ran a hand through his dark brown hair while gazing over me with light hazel eyes.

"I'm sure I can arrange a way to help you focus."

I groaned out of frustration and stormed back to my apartment. I tried, failing, to getback to work the best I could. The asshole never turned down his music, so I had to admit defeat and went to bed early. I would somehow get back at him. The next morning was the perfect chance. It was quiet next door and I assumed he was a day sleeper, so I turned my radio on and blared the music. Nobody lived on the other side of me, and the people under me where practically never home, so I wasn't bugging anyone else. It was just a matter of time.

I let out a smirk when I heard a bang echo through the wall. I waited to see what the guy would do, and wasn't disappointed when a loud banging on my door rang through my ears. I sauntered towards the door and opened it slowly. "Can I help you?"

The neighbor stood in my door, rage evident on his chiseled face, wearing nothing but his boxers. It was slightly intimidating, but I stood firm and glanced him in the eyes playing innocent. "As if you don't already know." He boomed and entered my apartment.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I followed him to my radio where he suddenly unplugged it.

"A man trying to sleep."

"And I was a woman trying to work last night, what's your point?"

"That this was intentional." He then completely freed my cord and began walking towards the door.

"Hold up. You aren't leaving with my cord!"

"Watch me." He tried to push past me, but I shut the door behind me. An amused smirk crossed his face. "What are you going to do to stop me sweetheart? I can pick you up with ease."

"Yeah, maybe, but I'm also a woman. Which means I can annoy the living hell out of you until you give it back. Don't mess with a crazy white bitch."

"A crazy white bitch that wears sexy librarian glasses. Mmm, tasty." He winked. My insides turned against my better judgment, even as I pretended to be disgusted. I didn't even have my glasses on today.

"Give my cord back." I demanded, holding my hand out.

"Say please, sugar." He leaned in closer, nearly affecting my ability to speak. I was thankful I could work under pressure.

"Tell me to say please one more time." I threatened, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Say please." He repeated, testing me. I reached for my cord as quickly as I could, but he pulled away, nearly sending me into the floor. I caught myself on his arm and yanked on him to try to get my cord back. He easily pulled me back up and pressed me into a wall. "You know, I have a feeling you're even more feisty in bed."

I wished my body would stop retaliating against me. Just because he was extremely sex didn't mean I had to fall for his charm. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Oh, I would darlin'."

"Is sex really all you guys think about?"

"Are short shits really always so angry?"

I groaned in frustration and tried to fight away from him. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself into this. "Just give me my cord back. I won't do it again."

"Awe, but that takes all the fun out of it. You already woke me up and I didn't even get a chance to deter my morning wood." Of course, I instantly looked down and gasped at the size of the tent in his pants. It was enough to have my core pulsing and dampness gathering between my thighs. Fuck, Jenna, what did you get yourself into this time? I always ended up in bad situations. I suddenly felt his lips at my ear, sending a sweet chill down my spine. "Are you thinking dirty thoughts, neighbor?" His voice was smooth and seductively low. It was like a drug to my untouched body. I didn't know if I was going to get out of this in one piece.

"N-no." I cursed myself for stammering, but couldn't get myself to move. I was thinking dirty. I was thinking about how good it would feel to indulge just once. I had a sexy man that was clearly aroused pinning me to my wall and I should be jumping his bones. Instead, I was fighting every urge to do so.

"Liar." His nose traced along my jawline before he lightly nibbled on my chin. I let out a small gasp as pleasure pooled between my thighs. "Tell me your name." He whispered as he trailed kisses back towards my ear. I shivered against him.

"Jenna." My voice spoke without me even thinking about it. Fuck, my body was plotting against me.

"I'm Chris." He pulled back and looked at me. "Do you plan on telling me to stop?" He scooted closer to me, the edge of his bulge slightly poking my stomach. How could I? My body was screaming for attention and I had a feeling he was a man that knew satisfaction. "Jenna?" His lips were now on my neck, pulling me into a dizzy oasis that I couldn't slip out of. Instead, I drank it up.

"No." I breathed, admitting defeat. Even if I did tell him to stop, I wouldn't be able to handle this amount of desire myself. It was only defeated with one thing: A good fuck.

"I hoped not." His voice had dropped in a raging desire before his lips took mine in a greedy hunger. I moaned into him as he pressed us completely against the wall, his throbbing erection digging into my stomach. I met his kiss with matching fire burning inside of me, ready to be taken by this man.

Chris lifted my shirt quickly above my head and groaned at the sight of my braless breasts. I shuddered with delight under his gaze and moaned when he took a hard sensitive nipple between his teeth. His hands trailed up my covered thighs until he reached the top of my pajamas, and removed them in one swift motion. We were now evenly covered, as I stood there with a black and pink thong and he in his plaid boxers. "My god, you're beautiful." His husky voice echoed in my head.

"Shut up already." He groaned at my command and picked me up by my upper thighs. I wrapped my legs around him as he turned towards my bed and dropped us both down. His lips crashed into mine while his hands traced the insides of my thighs. I moaned and bucked against him as my climax threatened to come early. I quickly removed his boxers and groaned impatiently. "Quit teasing me. I haven't been fucked in a long time. Foreplay and teasing can come next time." I earned a smirk before he pulled my thong off and positioned himself between my legs. In one swift movement, he was buried deep inside of me. I gasped at the sheer size of his cock, but moaned in pure bliss.

I quickly turned us so that I was riding him and setting my own pace. Chris didn't seem to mind. I started slowly, returning the teasing until he became impatient and slammed my hips down onto him. "Two can play that game, love." He held me down and circled his hips so that his cock was moving inside of me. I dug my nails into his chest, lost in how good it felt to be filled, before beginning to ride him. My pace gradually sped up and I tightened my core, earning a groan from Chris as his eyes closed and his head rolled back.

I leaned down and kissed Chris' neck as I rode him and took in his curses. I felt his hand tighten in my hair and pull my head back, causing my body to clamp against him with a threat to orgasm. Our moans mingled as he took over, bucking his hips into mine and dominating me. I felt the building in my core and cursed. "That's right, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream." His words fueled the ache and I moaned against him as my climax built higher. He pummeled harder into me. "Scream for me baby." He pulled tighter on my hair and earned his scream as my body convulsed angrily around his cock. He cursed and continued to fuck me until I calmed, when he flipped us.

I gripped my sheets as he slammed into me, beginning to fuck me hard. I nearly blacked out from the pleasure and sensitivity, but I didn't want to miss such a good fuck. "Mm, Harder." I moaned and he obeyed. His groans let me know that he was close, and I had a feeling he liked the dirty talk. "Oh, fuck me baby. Fuck me nice and hard." I earned a primal growl from Chris as nails dug into my hip and he reached for my clit with a free hand. My own climax began to build at a rapid pace. "I want to feel you burst inside me. Fill me, baby." His pace increased yet again as my walls began to clamp down against him. "Fuck! Cum for me baby!"

I felt him swell just as I tumbled down the slopes of bliss, waves of pleasure rocking my body and milking Chris as he continued to thrust violently into me. Our moans became one as his fingers massaged me and his cock pummeled me. Stars blurred my vision until I finally came down from the sweet high. Chris came to a stop inside on me and leaned down to kiss my neck. A small shiver caused me to tighten slightly and I felt him twitch within me. Finally, he pulled out.

I heard a small chuckle from him. "I guess I was right. You are damn feisty in bed." He smirked as I laid on my bed. I bit my lip in amusement as he took in my full nudity. "God, you look good after a good fuck."

"I feel good."

"All this over music. I don't think I'll ever turn it off again." He threw my cord on the bed beside me.

"Looking forward to it." I said simply, and honestly as he dressed himself.

He took one last look at me and smiled. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Jenna." I just laughed and waved to him as he left. Oh, this was going to be the beginning of something very dark and dirty. I loved loud music.



The Neighbor



"What are you working on?" A high, unfamiliar voice pulled Max's attention from the bolts holding the fuel tank to his Camry. He glanced around the rear tire, but all he could see from his position under the car was a woman's ankle and a shapely bare calf.

What the world? Max thought to himself. Women showing up in his shop at four o'clock in the afternoon was not something that happened every day. He grabbed the wheel well with his hands and pulled. Sliding out from under the car, he saw that the leg, along with its identical twin, was attached to Katie, his elderly neighbor's daughter.

Of course he recognized Katie. He had only met her a couple times, but Katie was someone any heterosexual male would remember. Blonde haired and green eyed, with a smile that lit up the whole room, Katie was usually dressed up, or wearing fashionable workout clothes. Max had been struck by her the first time he saw her over at her mother's house located diagonally behind his own. Since then, he had seen her and her husband pushing their daughter down the street in a stroller on several occasions. Once he had been flying a remote control helicopter in his front yard when the three of them had gone walking by, and Katie had brought her daughter over for a closer look. The child had clapped and laughed as Max flew the helicopter back and forth in great swoops over the driveway. The little girl had the same blonde hair as her mother, but Max's attention had been on the attractive blonde woman, as it was now.

"Hey, Katie. Trying to get to this damn oxygen sensor. You know, if the engineers that design these things had to work on their own cars, they'd make stuff a lot easier to get to."

Katie laughed. "I don't know what to tell you. I know nothing about cars." Her green eyes shone in the glow from the fluorescent light.

"What brings you over here?" Still lying on his back, his regarded Katie's legs, watching them disappear into her tight skirt. Her business suit clung lovingly to her breasts and butt, which would have looked more at home on a college student than the thirty-something mother looking down at him. 

"Do you have a screwdriver I can borrow?" she asked innocently.

"Sure, I got about a hundred of them." He got to his feet and strode over to his tool box. "What kind do you need?"

"Uh, I forget what it's called," she stammered. "Just a regular screwdriver."

"Well, there's all different kinds. What are you working on?" 

"One of Mom's outlet covers is loose. I'm afraid it'll come off, or Anna might stick her finger behind it and shock herself. I guess the screw just needs tightened?"

"That would be a flathead." Max selected a screwdriver from one of the drawers, wiped it off on a rag, and held it out to her. "Don't want you to get your hands dirty", he smiled.

"Thanks!" she accepted it gingerly. The grubby Craftsman screwdriver looked strange against the clean fair skin of her hand. She sat down on an empty five gallon bucket and crossed her legs, revealing even more of her bare white thighs. "Mom and Anna are taking a nap, and I don't want to wake them, cause, well, then they'll be awake."

"You and Anna visiting your mom today?" Max asked.

"Actually, we're living there for now." Katie sighed. "You didn't know Nicklaus and I split up?"

Max hadn't even known her husband's name, much less that they had split up. To him her husband had just been a minor annoyance as he watched Katie stroll by on her daily walk. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he said absently.

"Thanks. He went back to Germany a couple weeks ago. Anna and I are staying here with Mom, at least till the house sells. I hope we can find a place around here. Or maybe we'll just stay here awhile."

"That's a good idea. Your mom can keep an eye on Anna, and you can keep an eye on her."

"Yeah, that's the plan."

"But who's going to keep an eye on you?" he looked at her slyly.

"I don't know," she drawled flirtatiously. "You know anybody that might be interested?"

"Yeah." He gazed deeply into her eyes. "I do."

They starred at each other for several seconds. You will look away before I do, Max vowed silently. Katie looked back at him for quite a while before she finally gave in and dropped her eyes. "Wow." She licked her lips and looked back at him. "You have really nice eyes."

"Thanks," he replied, slowly walking across the shop toward her. He closed the distance between them, not stopping until their faces were mere inches apart, never taking his eyes from hers. He moved his face toward her as if to kiss her. Instead he whispered, "I'm about to take a break. What would you like to drink?"

She didn't answer his question, just looked up at his face inches from her own. Finally she took a deep breath. "Wow," she repeated. "You're intense."

"You're not the first person who's ever said that." He squeezed her arm and gave it a little tug. "Let's go."

She walked with him out into the bright October sunshine toward his house. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm," he replied disinterestedly. He opened the kitchen door and stepped aside. "Enter, madam," he said in a sepulchural voice, and smiled disarmingly.

She smiled back. "Why thank you, monsieur." and stepped inside.

He poured a glass of wine for her, and a rum and coke for himself. "Let's have a seat." He led her into the den where they sat on the love seat. They sat in silence with their drinks for a few moments, then Max slowly leaned over, brushed the hair away from her forehead, and kissed her. She returned the kiss, and he placed a hand on her waist. They went on kissing and exploring each others bodies with their hands. Max reached his hand behind his head and grabbed his collar, then stripped off his shirt in one motion. Katie buried her face in his chest, taking in his scent, and gently kissed his torso, tasting the salt of his sweaty body. Her hands ran over his body, feeling his abs and obliques under her fingertips. Taking her hand without a word, he rose and led her to the bedroom.

Once in his room, he unbuttoned the blazer of her auburn business suit and sat down on the bed. "Better take off your own clothes," he suggested. "I don't want to get grease on them."

She shook her head. "Not yet." She sank to her knees and unbuckled his belt. One by one she popped the buttons on his 501's, then watched in wonder as his penis sprang free of his jeans. He could feel her breath on his thighs and pubic hair as she kissed and licked his thighs. Oh my God, he thought, just suck my dick! Stop torturing me! Sensing his tension, she began to tease him with her lips and tongue. Her fingers slid over the smooth skin of his glutes and lower back. Finally, her mouth was where he wanted it, where he needed it, as she gently teased the sides of his penis with her lips. Finally, expertly, she took him into her mouth.

Max looked down at her, fingers wrapped around his shaft, lips slowly sucking his penis as she moved up and down. After a few minutes of this ecstasy, he stood up and helped her to her feet. "That was nice," he said, "but now it's your turn." He lifted her up in his arms, kissed her, and gently laid her on the bed. 

He got down between her knees, reached his hands up her skirt, and slid her panties down her legs. Tossing them over his shoulder indifferently, he turned his attention to the smoothness between her thighs. He kissed them, first one, then the other, while he slowly ran his hands up and down her hips. She moaned slightly as he slowly worked his lips up her inner thighs. He grabbed her skirt and shoved it roughly up to her waist, revealing a soft strip of pubic hair. "Oh my God, Max," she purred, as his tongue found the smoothness of her vagina. He buried his nose in that little patch as he slowly licked her labia. Her musky scent excited him, and he gently inserted his tongue into her. His tongue slowly traced up and down, then worked slowly upward. She drew a sharp breath as his tongue found her clitoris. He sucked gently on her clit as his tongue ran gently along its engorged surface. Katie arched her back and spread her legs as he continued to pleasure her. 

He sensed her excitement by the steepness of her breath and the way her nails dug into his scalp as her hands directed him. He continued his attention to her clitoris as her excitement continued to build. Finally her legs squeezed around his head and her nails dug into the back of his neck as the orgasm rocked her body. She called out his name once, twice. Max felt her vagina tightening around his tongue and the pulsing of her clitoris against his upper lip. Never before had he been with a woman who came so quickly or intensely. Her breathing increased to a pant as she squeezed her thighs around his head. Finally, abruptly, her legs relaxed and her calves fell down onto his back. Her fingertips stroked his shoulders gently. "Wow," she panted. "Just, wow."

He rolled off the bed and took a foil packet from the nightstand drawer. Katie stared intently as he ripped open the condom and rolled it down the length of his shaft. Gently, he kissed her neck as he lay down on top of her, penis hard against her belly. Katie reached down and guided him into her. Slowly he entered her, feeling her tightness around him even through the latex of the condom. She sucked in her breath as he buried himself deep within her. His speed gradually built as he moved in and out. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her legs squeezed against his back. 

Max's hands left greasy prints on her skin as his hands grasped her waist. He reached down and pushed her legs together underneath him, then rolled her over on top of him. His penis still inside her, she sat up on his thighs, hands on his chest, moving up and down slowly. He looked up at Katie, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hair in her face. On and on she rode him, until once again she came, digging her nails into his sides in ecstasy. Finally, she collapsed on him. "God," she murmured into his chest. They lay there for several seconds.

Finally, he lifted her off him and got up. He grabbed her legs, pulled her down to the bottom of the bed and stood up. Leaning over her again, he drove himself inside her, then pulled back out. She moaned as he plowed into her, then pulled out again. "Look at me," he instructed, and she pulled her eyes open. She stared at his cold blue eyes as he plunged into her again and again, a serious look on his face. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto him over and over. And over. And over. Again and again he drove deep inside her. His earlier passionate lovemaking had been replaced by a mad lust as he impaled her again and again. Finally she felt his penis begin to swell inside her. Sweat running down his face, he slammed deep into her, burying himself deep inside her as he came. His penis pulsed over and over as his semen shot into the condom. Finally the orgasm abated and he collapsed on top of her.

"Damn," he sighed, "that was great." He opened his eyes to find her staring at him.

"It was, wasn't it?"

"Definitely," he panted. "You should borrow screwdrivers more often."

"I know I'm going to be coming back again." She kissed his lips and snuggled against his body.