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New Neighbor

By: Redd



With the weather finally beginning to warm up, I have been spending more time on my patio.

My apartment complex, has a courtyard secluded from the street, with each apt. having a small patio. Each one with a low [three foot] fence around an eight-foot square. And they have a hedge for greenery and separation from the sidewalk to the laundry room/mail room. 

So with a beach chair, you have some modicum of privacy, to sun, to read, or to use a laptop.

Which is what I was doing, when across the short span of grass, a lady pulled her patio door open and stepped out. She was an average middle aged woman, no runway model, but easy to look at.

Nice head of hair, with a few streaks of gray, nice body, padded but not fat, and a quick smile, when she made eye contact with me. I would be hard pressed to guess her age, anywhere between thirty to fifty, she was of that nature.

We waved to each other, as she stepped out of her patio and headed for the laundry room, to check it out, I later learned, being a new tenant.

I returned to pounding on this computer, trying to answer all my email, I had let pile up.

To celebrate the warm weather, I was wearing my favorite baggy shorts, sans underwear, and a t-shirt, not expecting to encounter anyone during a week day. 

With one leg pulled up to support the computer and the other curled under, I was comfortable and concentrating on my typing. So I did not see my neighbor stroll down the sidewalk on my side of the courtyard. A greeting of "How you doing!" broke me from efforts, bringing my head up to make eye contact with Sally, as I learned was her name. "Hey, I'm doing just fine!" I shot back at her, chased by a smile.

Sally was off to the side, causing me to look over my shoulder to face her. She made introductions as did I, giving her the ease to move to the open gate at the foot of my lounge chair. I usually left it open, to make life easier going to and from the laundry, mailbox, when my arms were full. When Sally reached the opening in the fence, she froze in her place, her eyes widening for a flash, then darted up to mine.

We passed several minutes, with her just leaning against the corner post, chatting as new neighbors sometimes do. Only after she invited me to join her on her patio, for ice tea, later, and walked away, did I realize that my shorts leg had been gaping open. When I placed my computer down on the floor, did I suddenly see that the material had bunched up from my computer resting on it.

My dick and balls must have been totally exposed from Sally's point of view. Yet she did not turn away, nor point out my indiscretion. WOW!

The hours dragged by before the agreed time came and I ventured across the courtyard, and gently knocked on Sally's patio door. I noticed that with the bugscreen closed, and no lights on, it was very difficult to see into Sally's apt.

It was not long before she came out of the shadows of her darkened apt. and greet me at the door. Inviting me in, I was taken by what little furniture she had, with her quickly reading my mind, telling me her intent to buy all new things.

She had several large throw pillows on the floor of her living room, which I commented was all I would want to have to move. She laughed at my joke, agreeing that moving was a pain in the ass, and perhaps she would just stick to having a lot of pillows.


Something in my mind wanted to push the edge of good decorum, as I situated myself against one wall, coming to rest on a couple of her large pillows. Sally soon joined me after serving the promised ice tea, and sat down across the floor from me.

As we passed the time, I made a few innocent movements, that would cause my shorts to sag open a bit, without being obvious.

Sally did not bat an eye, nor indicate she was on to my little plot. I did catch her eyes roaming and it sure looked to me she was getting an eyeful. The conversation meandered on, as we gave up little facts of our lives, feeling each other out, testing the water so to speak.

I must say, Sally was easy to talk to, later to learn she felt the same about me. I guess we were getting comfortable with each other, in spite of the fact I was being somewhat of an exhibitionist. The fact she took it all in stride took away the risqué aspect of my display.

I was caught up in some story she was telling, when quite unintentionally I pulled one leg up, curled the other, just as I am apt to do in my beach chair. For just a fraction of a moment, Sally paused in her tale, as her eyes came to rest on my fully exposed genitals, resting between my legs.

Later I would confess to being unaware of my display[a little white lie] when she brought it up in a conversation to come.

All in all we had a nice afternoon, myself more so, with my adventure in exhibitionism.

Many days later, we moved to a different level of being good neighbors, when on a day off, I was at this computer, doing a little writing. Sally had run into me in the laundry room, as I was starting a load of backlogged laundry. She was just adding a softener to her three loads of laundry, joking that it looked like we were washing all we owned. I joked back that it was near the truth, as I had waited till I had nothing clean to wear. Sally laughed, saying the same with her. So excusing myself to finish my project on the computer, I strolled back to my apt.

Like I said earlier, I was sitting at this computer, and as is my habit, I was nude.

I did not expect Sally to come to my patio, much less press her face against my bugscreen, to peer into my apartment. Calling out before her eyes adjusted to the low light in my apartment, she was just letting me know she had emptied her machines and were available for my laundry.

I was frozen in my place, naked, just a few feet from the door. It was very obvious when her eyes adjusted, and came to see me sitting in my all together. Her eyes flew wide and her jaw dropped. To my surprise, she did not jump back! "OOPs" escaped her lips, but she held her place. Gathering my nerve, hoping I was not pushing my luck, I rose and strolled to the doorway. With just the screen between us, I was standing naked before her. Sally had a grin cross her face, followed by her joking, "You really don't have anything to wear!"

I meekly offered her an apology for any offense, getting a "No Problem" in return.

With a sense of "in for a penny in for a pound" and a glance around the courtyard, I slid the bugscreen open, removing the last barrier between us, and invited Sally to come in. "Just for a moment." was offered as she stepped into my apt.

I had a million butterflies stomping around in my stomach, as I stood naked in front of this lady. So nervous, yet strangely calm at the same time. I cannot remember what we talked about, but I do recall something about my penchant for going nude. Sally was quiet at ease with my nudity, and went so far as confessing that she too spent some time au natural. I think we will be spending time together, will keep all informed.

New Neighbor



edited by Tristan Da Cunha

I've just signed the papers on my new house! I loathed the idea of leaving my beloved Seattle for California, but it was comforting that I'd be sharing the same city with you. You don't know of my relocation--I didn't want to let on until the papers were signed and the job offer was solidified. 

Being an architect, you would adore the layout of my new home. It's bright and warm, with high ceilings and plenty of wood throughout. My main requirement: lots of windows, and there are LOTS of windows. I still have one reservation--not being able to meet the neighbors. In the past I've had some negative experiences with nosey neighbors, but the Realtor let me know they were a fairly private professional couple with no children.

When I'm finally all moved in, I decide to email you and let you in on the news. As I'm about to hit the send button, you pop online and Instant Message me with a "what's new?" Heh, what's new indeed! I tell you about my new job and how I had to relocate to a new city. "Guess where I live now," I say.

The curser blinks interminably as I wait for your response. "I'm in the Bay Area now," I blurt out, without waiting for a reply. I tell you how excited I am about my new life in a new place, even though I'll miss Seattle a lot. I let you know how nice it is to have a true friend like you in a city full of strangers.

In the midst of describing my new house, you cut me off. "What city?" you interject, as if you can't quite believe what you've seen. I repeat the name of the city--no answer. While I'm waiting for a response, I casually look out the window and catch a glimpse of my next door neighbor sitting at his computer wearing only a T-shirt and pajama pants. Though the rest of the room is in shadow, a well-toned body and thick hair is illuminated like a spotlight by the glare from his computer screen. He doesn't see me because my office is dimly lit and he is not facing the window.

I look down at the screen and see you've typed a question: "You know that is the same city I live in. We're in the same city now?" I reply that I wasn't aware that we were going to be in such close proximity to each other. Realizing how alarmed you must be, I reassure you that I will be respectful and mindful of your space, being that you are married. Besides, I know I will be more than occupied trying to learn the ropes at my new job and far too busy to meet you, though I imagine how it would play out if we did. Glancing back at my neighbor, I notice he appears visibly agitated. 

I continue typing, trying to say anything that would quell your fears. I've lived in smaller towns and not bumped into any of my friends accidentally, even at the lone grocery store. So by this reasoning, living in a much larger city would certainly be less problematic. You finally calm back down enough to become your old playful self. 

We begin to chat in our normal fashion, writer to muse, and things quickly heat up. You type salacious requests to me, and I begin pinching my nipples a little as I type back reciprocal fantasies. The sexual energy between us rises, and I can feel my clit begin to swell and throb beneath my cotton panties. I lean forward in my chair, squeezing my legs a little tighter to increase the sensation. It feels incredible!

I peek over at my neighbor, hoping he hasn't noticed my silhouette. Difficult to tell from this angle, but he looked like he was getting aroused by something on his computer screen. Straining my eyes to get a better look, I could swear that he was touching himself! I could tell he wasn't looking at any pornographic images, but appeared to be typing to someone, oblivious to my voyeuristic gaze. 

While I try to pay attention to you, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to look away from my hot, muscular neighbor. What you are typing to me and the vision of my neighbor touching himself through his silky pajama pants is really beginning to make me wet. I'm glad all I have on over my panties is a flimsy little silk robe. I release the tie on my robe and pinch my nipples harder, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, until they are completely standing at attention.

You type for me to hold on for a minute, you have to get up and lock the door. Oddly, the minute you typed that, my neighbor got up and walked over to do that very thing. This surely has to be some freak coincidence. I shrug it off and continue our sexual wordplay. 

Often when we have these exchanges, you ask me to do certain things for you and vice versa. It's my turn. I love to trace my fingers, mouth and breasts all over a bare muscular chest, and with this in mind I ask you to take off your shirt. Again at the same time, my neighbor removes his shirt! I feel my pulse elevate but I'm not sure if it's from the thought of you, or my bare-chested neighbor. 

I manage to gather my composure and then type my next request. A man stroking his cock for me gets me so wet, hot, and horny--it's nearly unbearable. I ask you to stroke it for me. You ask me to hold on for a moment while you get some lube. My neighbor abruptly rises and exits the room, then returns with a small tube. 

OH MY GOD...YOU ARE MY NEIGHBOR!

A rush of complete surprise and shock envelopes me. The realization excites me beyond belief! I knew we would be close, but this is unreal! I don't know how I didn't recognize you, but I guess the dim light and not even entertaining the possibility of you being so close threw me off. How will I break it to you? I'm so incredibly turned on, but how will YOU take it?

You come back to the computer, shirt off and pajama pants untied. "Now where were we?" you type. "Where are you?" I playfully reply, "you know where I am...I'm where I always am when talking to you." I decide not to tell you--not just yet, I want to really get you going. 

I slip my hand between my legs and feel myself creaming my panties. The naughtiness and the excitement is just about more than I can take. The fleeting realization that I'm going to actually be able to SEE you hard, see you stroking for me, causes my pulse to race, shortens my breath, and sends an incredible rush to my clit. I escalate the fantasy role-play, and I can see you pouring lubricant in your hand and then reach down to grab a hold of your hardness. OK ... there is no way I can keep this to myself any longer. 

I position myself in front of flickering candles by window. My candle-kissed breasts and the remaining room light caressing my skin in just the right spots, so that I'm poised and ready for your viewing. I type for you to turn around slightly and look out your window. I can see you stop stroking immediately, tucking yourself back into those pajama pants and pausing for a moment. 

Slowly turning towards me your jaw drops, and I can see the shock envelop you. I do nothing but model myself seductively in your direction, until I look in the message window. You are wondering if I knew we were neighbors beforehand. I type back that "I'm experiencing the same shock, but what's done is done. You are the one that always talks about being in the moment. Here is our moment, be here with me."

A lengthy silence passes and we just look at each other from across the way. I'm over the initial shock and start typing again. Besides, this is one of the moments I've been fantasizing about for so long, I'm not about to let it slip away. 

I type in "I'm here in front of you nearly naked, what do you want"? Another moment passes and you type back "trace your breasts for me." 

"Game on!" I think to myself. 

I bring my finger to my mouth, and lick it playfully. I open my robe a bit more and angle myself so you can see the outline of my breasts, particularly the nipples. I'm tracing my tits while looking over at you with lustful eyes. I notice your hand reaching into your pants. 

I can see the outline of your hard-on through your pants. I catch a glimpse of you stroking through your pants, my eyes widen and I gasp. I take a deep breath, my chest heaving upwards while pinching my nipple really hard. You can't contain your excitement any longer and begin to steadily stroke your cock. 

I stop for a second just marveling at the size of your tool, the hardness of it, and the fact that I'm actually seeing it! I'm in an erotic daze, my lips are parted and I'm suckling on my finger. You are still stroking as I stand up, slither out of my sopping panties, and walk towards the window. 

You and I really don't need to be typing our fantasies any longer, we know what turns each other on. And with that, I press my naked body completely up against the cold glass of the window. I can see how this delights you, your strokes increasing, your other hand you're caressing your balls. Biting my lip, I back away from the window and start dancing for you. 

Slowly gyrating my hips, bending over in front of the glass, then turning around to pinch my nipples for you. I reach down, bringing one of my nipples to my lips, flicking it with my tongue, not breaking our gaze. You are really pulling your prick at this point, and I'm so wet it's starting to run down my legs. Every so often you get a glimpse of my wetness by candlelight.

I sit back down and spread my legs wide, putting my feet up and anchoring them onto the window sill. You are rubbing your dick and I start to fingerfuck myself, spreading my glistening lips hoping you imagine being in me. I slip a few fingers in and out, mimicking your rhythm, making us feel like you are physically entering me. 

Simultaneously fucking, faster and faster, until I can see you about to cum. I gasp and jerk because the sight of you cumming all over just sends me over the top. I'm so fucking turned on that I cum so hard it squirts all over my legs, dripping all over the chair.

Catching our breath, we sit facing each other, collecting our thoughts. No words pass between us for quite some time as we contemplate the unique position we are in. Until I finally type, "Can I borrow a cup of sugar?" 



New Neighbor



I had just move in less than a month ago. My apartment was in a nicer part of town. Across the street, there was another apartment complex, identical to mine. The street had a kind of an eerie look to it. Both sides identical. Street lights placed far apart, forming shadows in the corners and alley ways. I liked it. Maybe because it was mine, maybe because of the fantasies I played out in those dark alleys. Whatever the case, to this day, I still don’t regret moving out of the condo I shared with three friends on the other side of the tracks.

The move had been prompted by a new job offer. Making more money, I felt important. I felt maybe it was time I had something of my own to show off. So I packed up and moved out.

I still hadn’t put curtains up. I noticed a lot of windows without curtains. The apartments weren’t the permanent type. They were ones people moved into on their way up, stopping by to visit while they waited for that perfect house, that perfect home to find them. 

I worked at a bar. More specifically I worked in the room above the bar. The Grotto Lounge was a popular place. Dark, with fluorescent hot pink lights, a nice wooden bar, a juke box on the wall opposite. The tables were placed far enough apart; they offered privacy but not isolation. The room above the bar was often used for poetry readings or up and coming wanna be bands to play, charging $5 a head to get in, minimum two drink requirement. 

I first went there to celebrate. Or maybe it was to mourn. The ending of an era. I was free, I was devastated, I was independent, I was alone. My fiancé had left me for a younger woman, one with bigger tits and an even bigger trust fund. My friends idea of cheering me up, was parading me around like bait, luring younger guys into their trap. One night stands and plenty of them they reasoned. Guys dumb, young, naive, trainable. 

They saw raw meat that night, lots of it. I saw opportunity. 

Long story short, I convinced the owner to let me turn the upstairs room into a club of sorts. Not a dance club, like the ones lining the main strip of the down town area, but a hip, sexy place where people could lounge out and watch the acts. He agreed on a trial basis. After a few months, he gave me my own office and a permanent place to host shows. 

That’s when I decided to move. Not only was it closer to the Grotto, but it was a place I could bring whomever I wanted home without having to worry about disturbing my roommates. That was an important factor now that I was getting over the pig I wasted the last few years with. Men were starting to look attractive again. 

I came home one night, exhausted from a show. It was a hot one, even though it was a Thursday night, the place was packed. I had bought curtains earlier that day. Despite the late hour, I decided now was as good as any time to hang them. I moved my dresser in front of my windows so I could reach, clumsily clambering up, hanging the first curtain. Nothing fancy, nothing impressive, just curtains.

I stood back, admiring my work, looking out the window to the dark street across the way. Looking at the dark windows opposite mine. I finished in my bedroom and moved to the living room. I looked out the windows again, taking in the view. Nothing. No one on the street, no movement. I looked in the windows across from mine, I noticed light. I looked again, I noticed a man, standing in his living room, looking at me. I started back for an eternity, annoyed now by this brash invasion of privacy. I put my hands on my hips, showing my annoyance. He mimicked my movement. I folded my arms across my chest, He followed. Heated, frustrated, I thought about this for a minute. Who was this man? What did he think he was doing? How many times has he spied on me? I looked out at the other windows, dark. I wondered why he was up at this hour. What did he do? Testing him, I removed my shirt, holding it out in front of me for a few seconds before dropping it to the ground. He repeated my actions, dropping his to the floor as well. I stood there for a minute, wondering how far our little game would go. I removed my bra, smiling to myself, wondering how he was going to follow suit. He didn’t. He just stood there. Suddenly embarrassed, I dropped to the floor, out of view to the peeping Tom who lived across from me. I crawled over the light switch and switched off the lights, sitting there in the darkness, knees curled up to my bare chest, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Finally I stood up, glancing out the window; I noticed his light was now off too. Smiling, I wondered if he was still there looking, hoping for any movement in my window. I quickly hung the rest of the curtains up, cloaked by the darkness. I stepped back, admiring my work, grateful for the privacy after what just happened.

The phone rang. I looked at the clock, 4:42 AM. No one I know should be calling this late. I let the machine pick up.

“Hi Beth. What are you doing? Are you fantasizing about me? Wondering where this would lead? I must admit I like the new view. If you’re interested in putting on that little show for me again in person, give me a call back. I’m sure you’re resourceful enough to get my number.”

I stared at the answering machine, a million thoughts running through my head. Who was he? How did he get my number? Paranoia set in. Then the voice of reason. My picture is all over town, with flyers advertising for the club, Book an Act, Call Beth Today at…. But they only offered my work number. I rushed to the phone picking it up, dialing *69. Writing down his number, wondering if I should call. I walked into the bedroom, number still in hand, laid down on the bed. I thought about calling him, I thought about just hanging up. But he’d know it was me, even if I blocked my number. I fell asleep, to thoughts of this stranger, to thoughts of us together.

A few days went by and nothing from him. No movement in his windows, no late night phone calls. I found myself disappointed. I played his message over and over again, his rough masculine voice turning me on. His crudeness, his assumption that I wanted him exciting me. My fingers leisurely working their way down between my legs. His voice sending me over the edge numerous times during those few days. 

It was a Friday night, over a week since our window exchange. The club was packed, we were celebrating. My old roommates came out to help bask in the success. Drinks were poured and passed around a little too freely. At the end of the night, I stumbled home, alone.

I walked into my flat, leaving the lights off. I liked it better this way. Kept him guessing, wondering if I was home. In my head, he was curious. In my head, he watched for a chance to call again, waited for me to be home. In my head, he wanted me more than anything. Feeling the heat starting to grow between my legs, I reached over to the end table for his number. The alcohol gave me the courage I needed. I picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hello?”

“Um, hi, this is Beth, I live across from you.” I stuttered nervously, unsure as to what I was doing.

“Hi Beth, I’ve been waiting for your call,” he replied calmly.

“How did you get my number,” I asked shyly, slurring a little more than I wanted to.

“I looked it up in the phone book, when I called, your roommates told me you moved and gave me this number.”

Making a mental note to myself to lecture my roommates on giving my number to strange men, I continued, unsure how to make conversation.

“Why did you call me?” I asked.

“Well Beth, it’s not everyday a woman strips for you in her window, not caring who sees, I bet you were hoping someone else saw, weren’t you Beth? I bet you got off on the idea of your body being showed off for anyone to see. Tell me Beth, what do you want?’

I was taken back by his openness, worried about what he thought this was, curious about where it would lead.

“You mean from us,” I heard my voice reply.

“Yes Beth, from this. Our little exchange in the window. Is that all it is? Or do you want more?”

I didn’t want him to know, didn’t want to fess up, to tell him that I fantasized about him, that I wanted him anyway I could have him. I knew this was bizarre, but I enjoyed it. Whatever game he was playing, I wanted in. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted sex.

“No strings attached. Where ever this leads, it leads,” I blurted out before I knew what I was saying.

“Makes sense,” came his reply, “After all, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but we want each other.”

“Tell me a fantasy Beth,” he demanded.

I was shocked. Here was a perfect stranger asking me to tell him my inner most thoughts and desires, as dark and perverse they might be. It got me hot, it got me excited, it got me wet. I indulged hesitantly.

“Oh you know the standard stuff every other woman thinks about.”

“No Beth, I don’t think that’s true. I think you need something more to do it for you. Tell me Beth, tell me or this conversation ends faster than it started.”

“I want to do it in public, I want strange men, I want sleaze, I want domination.” I blurted out, needing to keep him on the phone.

“So you’re a little slut Beth aren’t you? Insatiable? Willing to do whatever it takes to get some nice hard cock?”

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.

“Tell me about one, in detail Beth. I want to hear it; I want to hear the excitement in your voice.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes Beth, you can and you will.”

“I like to imagine I’m dancing, a real dive of a place. I give a lap dance, he’s not supposed to touch, but he does, I encourage it. He begs for more. I slide my g-string to the side and let him slide a finger inside of me. I ride his finger, no one can tell, they think I’m just dancing. He slides another one in. I cum quietly. He demands I return the favor. I tell him to meet me in the bathroom in 15 minutes. I walk away. Go back up on stage and look for my next paying customer.”

“Go on Beth, tell me more.”

“After my set, I walk off, noting that he’s not in his seat anymore. Neither are his buddies. I think maybe they left. I still go to the bathroom, hoping he’s there. I’m hot, worked up, desperate for more relief. I love the men looking at my body, staring at me, treating me like I’m a piece of meat. I feel in control. It gets me horny. 

I walk into the men’s room and there he is. Along with two of his friends. He throws a 100 bill at me and tells me to get on me knees. I say no, pretending I don’t want it. He forces me to anyway; He unzips his pants and whips out his cock. It’s hard for me. So hard and big, I can see the veins on the shaft, I see precum on the tip, it’s wet and glistening. It’s for me. I moan, I need it, I want it, I don’t want them to know. 

He grabs the back of my head, forcefully, hurting me. He rams it down my throat, he’s fucking my face. He doesn’t ask, he doesn’t wait for me to get used to it, he just shoves it deep inside of my throat, using my mouth like a pussy. I gag; I can’t breath, my hands reach around and grab his ass, digging my nails into his skin, pulling him into me. He grabs my hair again, pulling it so our eyes lock.

‘That’s it you beautiful slut. Suck that fat cock,’ he says.

I moan, his words hitting me hard, making me wetter. He continues for a few minutes, then pulls out, pushing me down on the ground. I whimper, I want his cock back in my mouth, why doesn’t he want me I wonder. 

He looks at his buddies and tells them how good my mouth feels, tells them they should try it out. One steps forward, telling me he’s next. He unzips his pants, and I stare in amazement. 10 inches long, so thick, I need to feel him inside of me, I don’t care where, I want his cock, more than I wanted the last one. 

His other buddy, comes up behind me and lifts me up. He lays down on the ground, tells me to unzip his pants. I look back and forth between the two of them, not sure what to do. Not sure who to take, who to listen to. 

‘Do it slut.’ comes the command. 

I reach down, I unzip him, pull him out. He’s big too. He lifts me back up again and impales me on his hard cock, filling me up. 

‘Ride me Bitch’ he says. 

I start off slow, taking my time, trying to get used to him, I’ve never had anyone so big. He pulls me down harder and harder on top of him, his cock rubbing at my clit every time I move up and down, my orgasm building. The other guy shoves his cock down my throat. I’m in heaven. My body wracked with pleasure, being used and degraded by two perfect strangers in a men’s room of the tittie bar I work at. I can’t see the third man, I know he’s there, I want him too. I want all of their cocks, in me, fucking me, using my body. I’m their little whore and they know it. 

I feel hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I hear his voice. That same rough voice that told me I was his beautiful slut. His fingers run down my crack, lingering over my virgin hole. 

‘No,’ I moan into the dick I have deep in my throat. ‘Not there,’ I panic, I’ve never took it in the ass before. I know it doesn’t matter to him. I feel his fingers sliding inside of me. 

‘Oh yeah boys, she’s tight back here too.’

‘Stick it in her,’ some one says. 

I moan louder. ‘No. Not there, please.’

But I want it. I want to be stuffed full. I feel the head of his massive cock, stretching me, I’m begging for him to stop, but he can’t hear me. My mouth is full. He grabs on to my shoulders and thrusts as hard as he can. It hurts like hell, but it’s so fucking good. I have three cocks now. One in my pussy, one in my mouth and one up my virgin ass. They fuck me for what seems like an eternity. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The cock in my mouth pulls out, I feel his hot cum hitting my face. I take it like the good little cock hungry slut I am. He wipes it in my hair, cleaning himself off. 

‘Let’s go guys, finish the bitch off and let’s get out of here,’ he says. 

Moments later, they both shoot off. I don’t know who went first, one in my quivering pussy, the other in my tight abused ass. They pull out, the one under me rolls me off of him. I lay there, unable to move, weak, exhausted, from my thorough fucking I just received. They get dressed. 

One of them, I think the one who fucked my ass, sees the 100 dollar bill on the floor, he picks it up, rolls it up and shoves it in my sopping pussy. See you next week, he says. All I can do is moan. I lay there for a few minutes, unable to move, not realizing I’m naked on the men’s room floor. Another guy walks in…”

“Beth are you playing with yourself? I bet you have your hand between your legs right now. I bet your soaking for me. Are you rubbing your clit or do you have your fingers jammed up your dripping cunt?” he says, bringing me back to reality.

I can’t do anything more than moan.

“Have you ever taken it in the ass before Beth?”

I manage to whimper, “No.”

“You will Beth, you will, and I’m going to give it to you, make you beg for it. You’ll be my slut Beth. I will have you.”

Looking back, I should have ended it right then and there. But I didn’t. Those words only got me hotter.

“When?” I ask, my voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

“I’ll call you, when you look like you’re at home, when you don’t have company. Think of me while you fuck yourself tonight, Beth.”

I moan as he hangs up the phone. I didn’t even hang up, just left it off the hook, while I continued to fuck myself. I had two fingers shoved inside of me, my other hand moving to my clit, rubbing. I pictured him while I came, played out our conversation again in my head. I heard his voice, telling me I was his beautiful slut.

Finally, I went to bed, wondering where all of this would lead. Wondering when he would call. Wondering if I would go. I would. I knew I couldn’t resist. 



New Neighbor



The house across the street had only been for sale for a couple of weeks before it sold. I was cleaning the breakfast dishes, when I heard all the commotion from across the street. I quickly finished the dishes and walked to the big front window to watch my new neighbor move in. I had no idea who had bought the house, so needless to say I was excited to see what my new neighbor looked like.

When I looked out the window, there were two large moving trucks in the driveway. There was a red car parked along the curb in the street. Besides the moving men, there was a woman standing in the driveway. All I could make out about her was that she was tall and had long, blond hair. Her hair stopped at her mid back. I could definitely tell she was the new owner. She was directing the moving men around.

I ran into the kitchen to grab a chair to place in front of the window. I now knew my new neighbor was a woman. Now I had to find out if she was married. I was hoping she was single. To be perfectly blunt, I was praying that not only was she single, but that she was a lesbian. I've been a lesbian for about five years. I broke up with my girlfriend of three years six months ago. The separation literally broke my heart. Now I'm ready to go out and meet someone new. How perfect this would be!

I sat in front of the window the whole afternoon. The moving men left around noon, and for the next three hours, I watched my neighbor get settled down and finally decided that I needed to get my butt over there to introduce myself and meet her. I got dressed, nothing fancy, and went across the street. I rang the doorbell. I waited a minute and then rang the bell again. I had just about given up hope when she finally answered.

"Hi," I said followed by a warm smile. "I'm Kelly and I live right across the street. I just wanted to stop by to introduce myself and to let you know if you need anything to please stop by."

Even wearing baggy, old work clothes, this woman was beautiful. She extended her hand and we shook hands while she introduced herself.

"My name is Stacy and I appreciate you taking the time to stop by. Now I finally know one of my neighbors."

"Well I know you must have a million things to do and I don't want to keep you, but I just had to drop by."

"I really appreciate it Kelly."

"Okay, don't work too hard."

Stacy laughed and waved to me as I headed back to my house. When I got to my house and closed the front door, I leaned against it.

"Damn she's hot," I said aloud.

As I did a few things around the house and fixed dinner, I kept a close eye on Stacy's house. For the next few days, life was pretty dull. Stacy would leave for an hour or two and then come back. I hadn't talked to her since that first day. Finally on the fifth day, Stacy knocked on my front door. It wasn't exactly great timing. I had been watching one of my porn videos and fucking myself on the couch with my trusty vibrator. I got off the couch and hurried to the bedroom to get a robe. There was another set of knocks on the door.

"I'm coming," I yelled as I hurried down the hall to the door. I had no idea it was Stacy who was on my porch. I threw open the door thinking it was another annoying salesperson and ticked off at their "wonderful" timing.

"Oh I'm sorry did I come at a bad time," Stacy asked.

"No, no, it's okay," I quickly said. "I thought you were a salesperson."

"My phone's not working, so I was wondering if I could use yours to call the phone company."

"Sure, no problem. Come right on in."

As Stacy brushed against me as she stepped inside, my heart jumped. She followed me into the kitchen. I asked her if she wanted some tea to drink.

"Tea sounds good, thank you."

I made the tea while Stacy called the phone company. When Stacy hung up from talking to the phone company, she sat down at the kitchen table to drink her tea. As we talked and drank our tea, I became aware that Stacy was in no hurry to go home.

"So have you met any of the other neighbors?"

"I've been really busy, but Bob and Sue stopped by."

"They're a nice couple."

You have no idea how hard it was for me to say that. I don't get along with Bob and Sue. They are quite old fashioned and they also know that I'm a lesbian. They go out of their way to ignore me.

"Would you like to stay for dinner Stacy?"

"That would be great as long as I'm not putting you out or anything."

"Are you kidding? I would love to have you stay. It's been awhile since I've had someone stay for dinner."

"I really appreciate it. I've had fast food for the last few days, I don't think I could manage one more day."

"I know what you mean."

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall on the left. Since you're staying for awhile I should lock the front door. I don't like knowing someone can just walk in."

"Oh I'll get it. I'm getting up anyway to use the bathroom."

Stacy left to check the door and use the bathroom.

"What a nice woman she is," I thought to myself. That's when I remembered my vibrator was still out on the couch. I ran into the living room. Sure enough when I arrived, there was Stacy staring at my vibrator. The box for the porn video I had been watching was on the floor beside the couch.

"Stacy," I said calmly. I didn't want her freaking out. You could clearly tell the video featured all lesbians.

"I'm so sorry Kelly. I clearly interrupted something, so I'll just go on home."

With that, Stacy started opening the door. 

"No, Stacy really just let me put these away and get dressed. Please stay for dinner. It would really mean a lot to me."

Stacy decided she would stay. I was so thankful. I didn't want her beautiful body leaving my house. We talked and ate the dinner I had prepared. As we talked while eating dessert, Stacy asked me a question that momentarily shocked me.

"Where's the nearest sex store?"

I just stared at her for a few seconds.

"It's just I saw your vibrator and I remembered I needed a new one, and I don't know where a store is."

"No it's fine. It's just how you asked so suddenly is all. The nearest sex store is on 85th and Marvin Rd."

Stacy looked deep and hard into my eyes. I stared back into her beautiful blue eyes with equal intensity.

"How much was that video?"

I had no idea how to respond. Then it hit me.

"Are you a lesbian Stacy?"

"Yes. I broke up with my girlfriend two and half months ago. Nasty breakup. I decided to move to a new city for a fresh start."

"Well I'm really glad you moved here," I said with all honesty.

"I had been hoping you were at least bi since the day I met you. Then when I was talking to Bob and Sue, they told me to stay away from you because you are a lesbian."

I couldn't help but to laugh out loud. Bob and Sue's plan to turn all the neighbors against me had just back fired. 

"I came up with the phone not working as an excuse to come over here and see you."

"I could tell you were in no hurry to leave."

Now it was Stacy's turn to laugh.

"Well except when you figured out what I had been up to when you stopped by."

Stacy reached across the table for my hand. I let her hand take mine. She had the softest hands. 

"I had to act surprised and embarrassed because I wasn't sure about you, but I was definitely excited by the thought of you fucking that monster of a vibrator while watching a dirty video."

I stood up from the table and Stacy did the same. I pulled her to me. I ran my other hand through her long hair.

"Kiss me," I whispered.

Stacy leaned into me and our lips met. Oh what a wonderful moment that was! I slipped my tongue in between her soft lips. Our tongues met a moment later. It was like our tongues were slowly dancing together. We broke apart and looked at one another.


"That was amazing," Stacy said.

"That was the best kiss I have ever had."

Stacy grabbed me and pulled me into her, our bodies colliding. Our breasts smashing together. This time, instead of a slow, loving kiss, the kiss was passionate, full of hunger for one another. As Stacy and I kissed, I directed us to the living room and the couch. I stopped kissing Stacy long enough to tell her to take off her clothes and lie down on the couch. I climbed on top of Stacy and kissed her on her forehead and a quick one on her lips. I began kissing and then softly sucking her neck. After about a minute, I stopped and took my clothes off. I laid on top of Stacy, so our breasts and pussies were together. We both came together. We stopped kissing and took a few minutes to caress each other's sweaty body and catch our breath. Stacy had a huge grin spread across her face.

"What are you thinking of doing?"

"This," she answered with a devilish laugh. 

She wrapped her arms around my back and rolled to the left, off the couch and onto the floor. Her stunning body landed on top of mine. Her hands began caressing my breasts. As her soft lips wrapped tightly around one of my nipples, I ran my fingers through her hair. Soon she began sucking on my nipples while rolling my other nipple between her fingers. I started whispering to her as my excitement grew. 

"Oh baby, I'm so glad you stayed here. You are the most beautiful woman I've been with."

Upon hearing me speak those sweet compliments, Stacy's mouth and tongue started descending down my body. When I was expecting her soft tongue to reach my waiting pussy, she skipped it all together and moved to my feet. She began sucking on each of my toes.

"Mmm you are so cruel baby," I said in reference to her passing right by my pussy. After she had paid just the right amount of attention to each of my toes, Stacy finally moved up my body and stopped at my waiting pussy. I opened my eyes and looked down at Stacy when I felt her hot breath on my swollen, pussy lips. She had that devilish grin on her face again. She took my clit into her mouth. Her tongue ran across my clit as she sucked on it as well. My orgasm was quickly approaching. I was just about to yell for Stacy to finger fuck me, when I felt two fingers slip inside.

"Oh yes baby! Mmm that feel so good!"

My body started softly shaking, warning I was seconds away from cumin. I felt Stacy's fingers pull out only to be replaced with her tongue.

"Oh that's it baby! Like that!"

Just as she started fingering my clit as she tongue fucked me, my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My body shook hard as I cried out. I could feel my cum pouring out of me as I passed out. When I awoke, Stacy was lying next to me, her hand cupping each breasts. 

"How long was I out?"

"About twenty minutes."

"That was the best orgasm of my life. You have quite a talented tongue."

"Thanks. I didn't know I was that good, my ex-girlfriend never passed out."

I turned so I was lying on my side face to face with Stacy. I reached my arm out, so I could run my hand up and down her arm.

"I've never passed out from an orgasm before. Your ex was a fool to let you go."

"Well I'm glad she did let me go, so I could be caught by you."

We embraced and started kissing. I knew it was my turn to please her, but I wanted to fuck her with my strap on. I started getting up, so I could go get it when Stacy asked me where I was going.

"The bedroom to get something."

Stacy pulled me back down and smiled.

"This?"

She brought the strap on out from behind her back. I reached out and took it. 

"I hope you don't mind, but I figured you had one and yours wasn't hard to find."

"No it sure isn't," I said amazed we both thought of it.

"I don't mind you going into my bedroom. In fact, I have a feeling you'll be spending a lot of time in my bedroom."

I rolled on top of Stacy.

"But for now, I'm going to fuck you here on the floor."

I started by licking and biting Stacy on her neck. Then I used my hands to push her breasts together, so I could lick along her cleavage.

"Oh fuck me now Kelly, please baby."

I only needed a few second to put on the strap on. I was an expert with that thing. I got situated, so I could fondle her breasts while I was fucking her. I began rubbing and squeezing her breasts. Low moans were escaping her. I finally let the tip enter her.

"Oh god baby!"

I started rolling her nipples between my fingers. I slowly pushed all nine inches into her. 

"Mmm, fuck baby, fuck me."

Instead of pulling most of the way out and then back in, I pulled all the way out. I took one of her nipples into my mouth. I licked it for a few seconds and then stopped and went back to caressing Stacy's breasts. Once again, I let all nine inches into her, and then fully pulled out. I took her other nipple into my mouth. Poor Stacy was so horny that she was growing frustrated. I removed my mouth from her nipple and got ready to fuck her. Stacy looked hard into my eyes wondering if this time I was going to fuck her, or pull out. My hands, once again began roaming her breasts. I knew she was enjoying this, but wanted to be fucked.

"Payback for the toe sucking."

A second later, all nine inches were buried deep inside of Stacy's pussy. I fucked Stacy good and hard. My hands were grabbing and squeezing her breasts harder with every one of her moans of pleasure. In no time at all, Stacy came and a few minutes later came again. I licked her cum from her dripping pussy. I asked her to spend the night. She quickly agreed. We had some more fun in my bedroom and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I walked with Stacy to the end of my driveway. Bob and Sue were walking their dog and they were at my next door neighbor's driveway. They were staring at us. Stacy and I had a feeling they knew what was up, but just in case, we embraced and kissed deeply and lovingly. Just like our first kiss the night before. Stacy started crossing the street, and when I turned to head up the driveway, I said good morning to Bob and Sue. They were completely speechless!



New Neighbor



The thermometer outside hit the day's high point at one hundred and ten degrees that summer day. There I was, stuck in the middle of summer, doing chores. Usually I would have put off my chores until my room mates came home that way I could get a little help or reel them into doing them for me. One thing I hated, was doing chores back home. Dishes were the doom of me. I hated the way they turned my hands all prune-like and how I had to take off all my jewelry and such just to do it. However, even though the weather outside was terrible, my newest chore was one to compensate. Wash the car.

The car, a Mini Cooper. Of course, it wasn't that big, therefore, I wasn't really seeing prune hands ahead of me for working with the water. And since the weather was so hot, I was able to cool off in the mean time. Picking up my bucket, scrubbers, wash cloth, and soap, I headed outside. Normally I would have just taken the car to the nearest gas station with car wash. Why waste your time when with a fill up of gas you could get your car washed for only four seventy nine more? 

Closing the front door behind me, I looked out at the cute car. I remembered buying it with my two room mates. Amelia and Wendy. Two girls I had grown to love over my years attending the nearby university. Nine months ago we had decided to get a place off campus after spending two years living with each other in a small dorm. The second thing we did was buy a car for all of us to take around.

Amelia was this cute little bouncy brunette. She had these deep, stunning blue eyes and a petite figure. When you would first meet her you thought 'how cute! She looks like a little doll!' She is that cute. She also has this bouncy personality that makes people want to be around her because she is always where the fun was. She is the one to go to parties and then bring the party home. 

Wendy. Now there is a story. Wendy grew up in Australia. She has like the biggest IQ of anyone I have ever known. You know how you hear about people with big IQs being total jerks? That isn't Wendy. She is actually one of the nicest girl's you will meet. She has this caramel like skin that tends to glisten in the sun, and these almond brown eyes. A total guy magnet. Amelia makes the parties, Wendy takes all the guys home from the party. 

Then there is me. This average girl. Not too bad of a body though. Size 5 last time I went shopping. I've got an average IQ and not too heavy on being the social butterfly, although attention is nice every now and then. Together the three of us are dangerous together. It's great.

Anyway, about the car. We bought Cooper, our Mini Cooper, because we were tired of bumming rides from people and knew we needed a mode of transportation since we were no longer living on campus. It was used since we are all starving college kids away from home, and it was quite affordable. The only real problems were that the engine was slightly bad and needed some repairs. The oil needed to be changed and the tires rotated. We stuck it in the driveway and there is remains (that was over a month ago). In the meantime, we borrowed Amelia's cousin's car that lives down the road from us.

I walked out with my Converse sneakers rubbing against the hot concrete of the driveway, and over to the car. Even though we hadn't used the car in a little over a month, it contained a lot of dirt. It hadn't been washed since the way we took it out in the muddy rain and every piece of dirt decided to stick to it. 

I walked over to the faucet and turned it on. Sticking the hose into the bucket, I filled up the bucket with clean, clear water. Looking up, I noticed a moving van across the street. "Cool," I said and turned off the water. The Warren family had lived across from us since we moved in. A little over a week ago though, they moved. Bradley Warren, the father, was an officer of some sort in the military and of course, military moves around like every two years or something sometimes. It seemed the place was sold before they even left. To whom I had no idea though.

I turned the nozzle on the hose to a stream high power and started spraying the muddy car. I could see the dirt coming off of it which was pretty gross but a bit amusing. After it was wet, I opened the car door and turned the stereo on. The radio was playing Fall Out Boy's newest single. I blasted it as loud as Amelia would allow me to (if I overdid it, she said I would blow the speakers out). I did as she told me because she bought the radio since the old one was crap. Now, it had an XM radio in it.Anything 

As the song went into the chorus, I sang with my average voice, bellowing out the lyrics as I started to scrub the car with a soapy old car scrubber. I lathered up the hood good and nice when I heard someone yell over the radio.

"Hey! Do you think we can borrow a measuring tape?!"

Jumping, I managed to splatter the guest with the soapy scrubber. I covered my mouth in shock and then went around to the window of the car and turned the radio down.

"I am so sorry!" I apologized as a blonde guy wiped bubbles from his cheek.

"It's no problem," he told me with one of the cutest smiles I had ever seen. It made my heart melt and flutter at the same time. I smiled a little wide, which caused him to grin at me.

"Are you the new neighbor across the street?" I asked, gesturing the house with the moving van. He nodded.

"I'm Ryan," He introduced himself. 

My hand slipped nicely into the one he outstretched to me. I introduced myself and then reasked what it was that he had wanted before getting a wash, himself. After getting it out of the tool box in the house, he thanked me and left. For a moment, I was in awe. Of course, I had forgotten to ask him why he was moving into town and if he was the only one in the house. Stupid me. Shrugging it to the side, I went back to washing the car. If the weather had made me hot before, it was nothing compared to after Ryan left.

"Hey girlie," came Wendy's voice around ten minutes later. She was dressed in her running clothes, going for a run during the earlier part of the morning. She ran to the end of town and back. A good nine miles. Track star. Enough said.

"Hey Wendy," I said, looking up from the car.

"I see we got new people in the Warren place." She stopped next to me, looking out and over to the house across the street.

"Yup," I replied with a nod.

"Anything good we can borrow from them and not return?" 

I laughed and sprayed her with the water house. Within two minutes, we were both drenched and running around the car, throwing water at each other and drying towels. It was a blast. Of course, that was the way we were around each other. After the squealing and yelping died down and we began to dry the Cooper, Amelia came home.

"Guess what!?"

"What?" we asked in unison.

"You missed a spot," she pointed to a spot that both Wendy and I were working on. Smirking to each other, we made this silent plot. Wendy continued to scrub to distract Amelia while I went around to the water hose. When Amelia realized her outcome, she took off running down the driveway. I ran after her with the hose and nailed her on the street in front of our house. Unfortunately, Amelia wasn't my only victim. Ryan got another blast from me. I bit my lip as he made his way up our driveway, his whole front wet.

"I'm sorry Ryan." I apologized again, trying not to laugh.

"It's okay. No problem...again," he replied in good humor and handed me the tape measure. Amelia and Wendy stood by, and I forgot they were they until Amelia cleared her throat, grasping for attention. I shook my head clear.

"Oh, right!" I smiled and turned sideways, facing my room mates. "Ryan, these are my room mates, Amelia...and Wendy. Wendy, Amelia, this is Ryan. He is our new neighbor." The three greeted one another.

"Well, I had better get going. My brother wants to start putting our stuff together in the house. He thinks that living with him, his best friend, and his fiancé is going to be fun."

"You don't think so?" Wendy asked in a playful manner. 

Ryan's blue eyes locked with mine. He smiled and shook his head. "Not particularly, but the neighborhood might be worth it."

I smiled and nodded. "It -definitely- is."

Ryan nodded to me, eyes still locked on mine for a moment, and then he finally pulled away. "It was nice to meet you all. Thanks for the measuring tape." All three of us were doing the exact same things when Ryan left. 1) Watching how his butt moved, 2) Gawking, and 3) dreaming of seeing him naked in bed.

Wendy and I knocked on Ryan's door the next following evening. In her hands was a plate of cookies. She was the cook of the group, and a darn good one. Amelia was off with her boyfriend getting drunk. She wouldn't be home until the early morning, and since we didn't have classes and none of us were leaving for home until one more week, we really had no worries about staying up or being out late.

Ryan's brother's friend answered the door. "Can I help you?"

"We're your neighbors," Wendy spoke up. I nodded, my hands in my tight, jean pockets.

"Ahh, I see," he said and gave us a curious expression. Wendy turned on the charm and pretty soon, we were in the living room, laughing at jokes and drinking a beer. About an hour later, I found myself a little too intoxicated for my liking, and a bit tired. I bid goodbye to the group and walked out. Honestly, I had hoped Ryan would have been there. I wanted to get to know the blonde hottie better. He had been out looking for a job though. As I closed the door, who should come home, but Ryan. I smiled wide but tried to appear casual as I walked down his driveway (a little awkwardly from the alcohol in my system). 

"Come to get the rest of my family wet?"

"Nope, you're the only person I want wet," I replied a little seductively. He took it in good humor, as always, even laughed.

"Is that a fact?" he asked amused.

"It is," I replied playfully and winked.

"Where you headed?" 

I pointed. He moved my hand to the right house. I had been pointing at the alley two houses away.

"I'll walk you."

"You don't think I can cross the street on my own?"

"What if I said no?"

I laughed. He turned with me and we started walking down the rest of his driveway. When we got to the curb, he stopped me. I looked at him curiously.

"Will you hold my hand, and walk me across the street?" he asked playfully, holding up his hand.

"I thought you were suppose to be walking me across the street?" I asked playfully back.

I slipped my hand into his as we laughed and started walking across the street. When we got to the other curb, neither of us let go. We walked all the way up my driveway and to my door. I knew it was unlocked but he didn't know. I wasn't about to tell him. Not yet.

'Dang! I forgot my key." I stomped. It wasn't a lie. I just didn't -need- the key.

"We can go back-"

"No," I interrupted. "Then I'll want to stay and drink more."

"Well, what's wrong with that?"

"I won't be alone with you," I retorted playfully. We both laughed lightly and then he rested his hand on my jawline and leaned in. I felt his lips against mine and smiled as he kissed me. I returned the favor and our lips moved as one for nearly five minutes straight. It was very nice indeed. When we separated, our eyes locked again

Before I knew it, I had opened my door and he was following me in. My jacket dropped on the floor in the living room, followed by my belt, pants, and shirt in the hallway. I lay on my bed, my legs sprawled in my thong and sports bra, as Ryan walked into the room. Looking up at him with a sexy, alluring expression, I noticed he was only left in his pants and boxers. He walked over to the bed and then crawled onto it and over me. I looked up at him, our eyes locking once again, and licked my lips.

"You're drunk," he told me.

"And you're horny," I replied to him.

We laughed and he leaned down and kissed me once again. My hand moved to his waist band where I unbuttoned his pants. He stopped me though with a hand. I broke the kiss and looked at him, as if to ask 'what?' He smiled and leaned into my neck, kissing it heatedly. Not being able to take it, I let a soft moan slip. In a flash, I had pulled him to the bed and switched places, hovering over him instead. He looked up at me and watched as I moved to his pants. However, my hands were on his uppertorso. It was my mouth that did the undressing. As my chin hit the crotch area of his pants, as I worked the zipper down, I could feel his throbbing member, aching to be free. I had full intent on doing as the muscle desired, but first, I had a desire. A desire to get his pants off the rest of the way.

I sat up, inbetween his somewhat spread legs. My hands moved to the bottom cuffs of his pants and I pulled at them. They slowly, inch by inch, made their way down his body until his pants were at his ankles. He kicked them off with ease and turned his attention back to me.

"Ever since I saw you, you playing with the hose, getting yourself wet, I've been wet since. I've wanted you to play with my hose. Last night, I went to sleep, imaging you handling me the way you did with that hose. Drinking my desired goodness and-"

I covered his mouth. I had heard enough of his confession to have really heated me up. Because once I had met him, all I thought about was feeling his hose. I leaned down into his ear. "Tonight, you're going to get what you want," I told him seductively as my hands moved to his thighs. He closed his eyes. I could tell he was aroused. I couldn't believe I had made him aroused. That he had imagined me playing with him. My hands worked their way to his pulsating shaft. I could feel it on the other side of the fabric he claimed as boxers. It was huge. I got wet and hot, thinking about it inside of me, filling me with passion.

My hands moved to his waistband as my eyes locked with his. Our eyes did a game of foreplay all of their own. I moved his waistband aside and slipped a hand inside of his boxers, feeling his aroused skin. It was so big! I couldn't even take it all in my hand. My hand slipped up and down his aching member before I moved my fingers to his left sac. I didn't even need to feel his right one. My hands quickly took off his boxers. For the first time, I got a look at him. What my room mates and I had imagined in our dirty little minds, I was seeing it for real. And it was better then I had imagined.

I moved my hand to his throbbing organ and began to work my magic on him. From my first touch, he was unable to stop moaning with each movement I did on him. He was so aroused, there was really no need for foreplay. He wanted me and he wanted me now. The next second, he flipped me onto my back on the bed and hovered over me. I looked at him innocently although I knew that I wasn't in the least bit, innocent.

He opened up my legs, wrapping them around him, and slid his enlarged shaft into my opening. I moaned and breathed deeply, taking it all in. He picked up a rhythm and soon, he was giving it to me with no mercy. I loved it. I was unable to keep in screams and moans as his sacs hit against my skin. My hands reached out for the best posts but I was too far. They had to deal with the bed sheets instead. I dug my nails and hands deep into them and gasped for breath as he worked me. 

I could feel that point of no return, ebbing it's way closer. The point that a girl feels all ecstacy. That's what I wanted and that is what I would be getting. My insides pulsated violently until he moved just barely within me and that was it. I let out a scream I am sure anyone on the street would have heard. "Oh gawd Ryan! Yes!" I moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders. He was not done with me though. Oh no. I thought so but he was still working away, not giving me a chance to recuperate before he was sending me over my second orgasm. However, at my second exotic release, my body tightening around his working member, I felt him shake. He was going to come into me. I wasn't so sure of that and so I pulled at his shoulders, locking our eyes.

"I want to taste you," I told him desperately. 

"You'd better hurry," he said through gritted teeth. He was holding back for me. I found it touching. I nodded and pulled myself away from him. I pushed myself down the bed, but it wasn't totally in time. He got my neck and chin. The rest of him went gracefully into my mouth. I swallowed him down my throat. It was hot but delicious. He tasted great. I swallowed him and then sucked the remaining drops within him. His member went limp but we both were thankful for the work it had done. Breathing heavily, we locked eyes once more and shared a passionate kiss before he got dressed and headed back to his house.



New Neighbor at the Ocean



Working in a very hectic office, it is nice to just get away and relax. I found a place to do just that on the Oregon coast. It's nothing special, just a little house but it sets on a hill and has a fantastic view of the ocean. There are only two houses on the road and the one I have sets higher than to one next to me. An elderly couple who was very quiet owned the other house. They pretty much stayed to themselves but we became friends in time. I knew they were thinking of selling their place as it was getting to be just too much for them to take care of.

After a particularly hectic week I headed down to the ocean for a needed break. I hadn't been down there for over a month so my mind was on the amount of cleaning that I would have to do. Driving up I noticed a different car setting at the house next door but didn't think much about it at the time. It was late when I arrived so I just put the groceries up, made my bed and went to sleep.

I slept in late not getting up until ten thirty. The sun was out and not a cloud in the sky. It was going to be a beautiful weekend. The house has a daylight basement with the living area above and the basement used mainly for storage. There is a deck the full width of the house across the back and my bedroom has a sliding glass door onto it. The yard is fenced down each side to the bluff but from the deck I can see into the back yard of the house next door. I always have a robe on when I step out first thing in the morning because one or both of the neighbors are usually out working in their garden or something.

I started a pot of coffee then grabbed a wash cloth and went out on the deck. I took the covers off the patio furniture and cleaned it. After pouring a cup I went back out on the deck to relax in the warm sunshine. I walked over to the edge to see if Fred and Linda were outside so I could say hi to them. Well someone was out in the yard all right but it certainly wasn't Fred or Linda. What I saw instead was a very beautiful woman that looked to be in her early thirties. She was lying on a lounge chair bathing in the sun completely nude. I knew I shouldn't stand there and stare at her but she was so beautiful and had such a great body I couldn't help myself.

Finally I came to my senses, went back to the table and took a seat. Being bi-sexual the site of this beautiful woman nude had my mind working. I to sunbathe in the nude but no one can see into my back yard. She had to know someone was here today didn't she? Where was her husband? Does she have one? The questions flew through my mind as I sipped my coffee. Fighting the urge to go have another peek at my new neighbor, I went back in and fixed myself a blow of cereal. After a shower, where I put the shower massager to good use, I got dressed. I chose a string tie bikini top and a pair of old cut-offs hoping my five foot ten inch, 36c-25-35 frame would be of some interest to my new neighbor.

I went around opening windows to air out the house wondering if she was still sunbathing. I walked out on the deck and thought I heard her walking on hers. I went to the edge of the deck and sure enough there she was just setting down with a glass of tea. She was setting looking out at the ocean but must have caught me out of the corner of her eye. She was dressed now wearing a low cut tank top and a pair of shorts. I had my sunglasses on and was busy giving her a good look. She was wearing sunglasses to and I hoped she was giving me a good look to.

" Good morning. " She said turning and waving at me.

" Good morning. " I returned her pleasantry.

" You must be Pamela. Fred and Linda told me who owned the house next door. I'm Angela. " She said.

" Yes. I'm Pamela. Nice to meet you and welcome. I knew they were thinking of selling but I haven't been down here in awhile. How long have you been here? " I said.

" I just moved in this week. Still trying to unpack. I'm not working very hard at it either I'm afraid. Enjoying the piece and quiet too much. " Angela said.

" I know what you mean. That's the reason I come down here. " I said wondering why she was speaking in the singular. Was she alone?

" Have you had time to get out and do any exploring yet? " I asked.

" Not really. I had to find a grocery store but that's about it. Seems like a nice little town though. Where's my manners? Would you like to join me? I have a fresh pitcher of iced tea. " She said.

" If you don't mind. I love iced tea and haven't had a chance to make some yet. " I said trying not to sound to excited.

" Well I have plenty so come on over. I'll unlock the front door. " She said standing.

" Be right there. "

I quickly looked myself over in the mirror. Hair is good. Maybe move the slide triangles of my bikini top just a little closer together. There, that's much better. I turned to the side and checked out my tight butt. Nothing to do here. My shorts were so short they barely covered my cheeks. Satisfied I was looking hot I headed over to Angela's. I heard a, " Come on in. " as I knocked on the door.

" I'm on the deck and have your tea waiting for you. " I heard her say as I walked in.

I had been in the house many times before and knew my way to the deck. I looked her over from head to toe as I walked toward the table. She was indeed very beautiful and looked to be as tall as me and with measurements matching mine to. Being five feet ten inches tall it's rare to find a woman to match my height. I was obvious she was not wearing a bra under that tight tank top. Her nipples were hard from the still cool ocean breeze and plainly visible through the material of her top.

" Hello again. " She said standing and reaching her hand out as I walked up.

" Hello. Very nice to meet you. " I said shaking her hand and taking a seat.

We exchanged pleasantries and a little history about ourselves. I learned she was from San Francisco and had been a widow for three years. She and her husband had a business they ran together there and she just got to the point she didn't enjoy it anymore and sold it. She said she had decided to move up here and just get away from everything. Especially those well meaning friends that kept trying to fix her up on blind dates. Believe me. I know all about that. The more we chatted the more it seemed we had in common. We both have good friends but yet are lonely. I have not been in a real relationship with a man or a woman for two years.

We chatted for hours until her pitcher of iced tea was gone and both of us had to pee in the worst way. She made another pitcher and we continued to set on the deck and talk. By four in the afternoon we were both getting hungry so I suggested she come over to my place for dinner making sure she knew I was doing the cooking tonight, telling her it was the least I could do for drinking all her iced tea. A time was set for dinner and Angela reluctantly agreed to let me do all the cooking. When she asked what to wear I just told her to be comfy. After all, we were here to relax.

I had to run to the store for food and hurried home to get dinner started. I decided on a crispy chicken salad to keep it light and a bottle of wine just to set the mood. I wanted her in my bed all right but napping from a heavy meal was not what I had in mind. With dinner ready I went to my bedroom trying to decide what I was going to wear. Comfy I had told her. Yes, comfy, revealing and easy to get off. I finally decided on a floral print button front full-length sundress with a low cut neckline. No bra of course and I thought a nice white satin throng. I left the dress open from the hem half way up my thigh so I could give Angela a good look at my long shapely legs.

" Hi. " I heard Angela say.

" Come on in the door is open. " I responded.

She found her way to the kitchen and I almost attacked her as soon as I saw her. She was wearing a long flowing wrap skirt and a sleeveless tie front shirt. She had opted for the no bra look to and was revealing quiet a bit of breast as her the top buttons of her top were open. I finally noticed the little darling had brought a bottle of wine. After thanking her and telling her she shouldn't have, I put it on ice with the bottle I had bought. It was still warm out so we decided to eat on the deck. 

We played that old familiar game all through dinner. I bent over every chance I got letting Angela have a look down the front of my dress. She was doing the same to me from the time she lifted and opened her skirt to set down. Our hands touched arms as we talked. Our eyes met in knowing glances. Both aware of what we were doing and welcoming further advances. I think we both knew where this evening would lead and after the first bottle of wine was gone it was just a matter of who was going to kiss whom first.

" I just love the view here. It's so relaxing to just set back and watch the ocean. " Angela said sipping her wine.

" Yes it is. I even come down here in the winter. The storms are beautiful to watch come in especially when you're setting next to a warm cozy fire. " I said.

" Oh I can imagine. Very romantic if you're with the right person. " Angela said with a sultry tone to her voice

" I suppose it would be. " I said.

" You mean you don't know? " Angela said with surprise in her voice.

" I've never brought anyone here. This has always been my place. My secret place of solitude. Fred and Linda have been in the house but they are the only ones, until now. " I said.

" I'm honored you have invited me to you place of solitude. " Angela said touching my arm and squeezing it lightly.

" You are welcome here anytime. I enjoy your company. " I said placing my hand on hers.

" Oh look. There's a ship is going by. " Angela said breaking the tension.

She stood and moved to the railing looking out at it as it sailed by in the distance. I stood and move next to her. It was very romantic watching it with her.

" Can I tell you a secret? " Angela said turning to face me.

" Sure. " I said.

" Last night I saw one going by as I got out of the shower. Not thinking, I walked out on my deck completely nude and still drying my hair with a towel and watched until it disappeared from site. Then I panicked and I wondered if someone was on the ship watching me as they passed by. It was so intense. " Angela said.

" How naughty. I like that in a new neighbor. " I said laughing lightly.

Just then a second ship came into view and I turned to Angela and said.

" Shall we? " I said playfully.

She knew exactly what I meant and the smile on her face told me she was in agreement. I opened the buttons of my dress and let it fall to the deck as I had enough open to allow it to slip over my hips. Her hands pulled the tie holding her shirt together and slipped it off her shoulders letting it fall behind her all the while her eye's raced from my breasts to my white satin throng. I was busy watching her 36c's bouncing gently as her skirt was opened and left to fall on her top revealing a white lace g-string. I turned facing the ocean and started waving at the ship passing by. Angela did the same then we started laughing at the silly thing we were doing, that is until our eyes met.

We turned to face each other and moved right in to each other's arms. Our first kiss was soft and gentle but soon grew to a deep wet tongue kiss. My hands caressed her back sliding down over the rise leading to her firm cheeks. Her hands were doing the same and we pulled each other tight pressing our breasts and mounds together. Our kisses were hungry and exploring as we pressed our bodies' together thighter.

" I've wanted you since I saw you sunbathing this morning. " I said looking deep in her eyes.

" Good because I've wanted you ever since I saw you watching me this morning. Can I tell you another secret? " Angela said.

" Anything Honey. " I said.

" I went out to sunbathe nude this morning hoping you would see me and like what you saw. " Angela confessed.

" Oh really? " I asked.

" Yes. You see. Linda described you to me and you sounded just yummy. She told me you always came down alone so I decided to take a chance. " Angela said.

" Good. I'm glad you did. " I said taking her head in my hands and kissing her full on the lips.

I felt her hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass as our tongues again probed and explored each other's mouth. We kissed and nibbled lips as my hands moved down her back finding her firm cheeks and caressing them. Angela's breasts felt just wonderful pressed against mine. It had been sometime since I had felt the warmth of another woman's body against mine. I felt Angela's hand start to slip between us moving up toward our breasts. I leaned back just a bit allowing her hand better access to whatever it was searching for. My breast was it's destination and she let her fingers gently brush over it as she reached her goal. I moaned my approval and brought my hand to her breast letting it rest in my fingers and brushing her erect nipple with my thumb.

" Let's move to my bedroom shall we. I think we will be more comfortable there. " I said encouraged by the soft moan that slipped from her lips as my thumb touched her nipple.

" Yes. I think we would be much more comfortable there. " Angela said.

We kissed once more before walking arm in arm to my bedroom. We stopped beside my bed and again locked in a deep wet kiss. My hands slid down her sides and I hooked my thumbs in the waist of her g-string. I pulled it down over her hips as far as I could then began to stoop lower and lower taking her g-string with me. Slowly inch by inch I moved down her body leaving a trail of soft kisses and tongue licks as I reached her breasts. Now holding her g-string up as much as pushing it down, I kissed her breasts sucking her nipples between my lips and flicking my tongue over them. 

Her eyes gazed into mine as her gentle long fingers caressed my face. Back and forth, breast to breast I kissed then moved down her firm abdomen. After several quick kisses and licks around her navel I continued my methodical journey down to her mound. For the first time I was able to get a look at her mound and was pleased to see her clean-shaven as I am. I kissed her mound and outer lips as I helped her step out of her g-string. Tossing it aside I went right back to her vulva kissing my way around it. I pushed against her thighs indicating I wanted her to spread her feet apart. She responded by doing so and I continued kissing her outer lips. I heard a deep sigh and felt her body tense as my tongue parted her outer lips.

Her scent was sweet and I wanted a taste of her so I sat between her legs forcing her feet apart even more giving me full access to the object of my desire. I licked the length of her swollen lips tasting her sweet juices. Her hands flew to my head holding on as I licked and sucked her outer lips. Then kissing her I let my tongue slither in her warm moist hole. Gently working it in and out while sucking her lips. Her inner lips were soft and full and I began to nibble on them. Her gyrations increased as I moved closer and closer to her swollen clit. It was sticking out so far just begging for attention and I just couldn't resist.

Her grip on my head tightened as I kissed her clit. I knew she was in need of relief just as I was so I decide not to prolong the agony for her. Angela moaned loudly as I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over it. She was now holding my head tight and grinding her pussy into my tongue as it flicked wildly over her clit. Deep sighs and moans filled the room as Angela came giving me a taste of her first orgasm.

" I'm sorry. It has just been so long and I was in such need. " Angela apologized pulling me up.

" Sorry for what? " I asked.

" Reaching orgasm so quickly. " She responded.

" Nothing to apologize for Honey. I am in the same condition. If things had been reversed I would have done the same. " I said caressing and kissing her cheeks.

I moved to the bed holding her hand and bringing her with me as I crawled on. I moved to my back pulling her down beside me. She cuddled in and began to kiss my neck and nibble on my ears. I was about to explode and was afraid I would be the one apologizing as soon as she touched my pussy with anything. Angela seemed to want to return the favor so I lay back and let her have her way with me. She kissed her way to my breasts then moved on top of me taking one in each hand. Her fingers brushed my nipples before she kissed and sucked them in her mouth. Her tongue felt wonderful as it flicked over my hard nipples. Then down she moved. Not stopping at my navel as I had her but straight to the top of my panty. She traced the outline of my panty leaving soft kisses and tongue licks before rising to her knees. She pulled my panty over my hips and lifting my legs slid them up my thighs, over my knees and off my feet.

Tossing them to the floor she stayed there on her knees gazing at my exposed pussy. She moved one hand down my thigh and slipped a finger between my moist lips. I felt it slip in my pussy as she lay flat between my legs and kissed my dripping wet lips sending shivers through my entire body. She was experienced and very talented. Something she had neglected to tell me during our get to know each other chat this afternoon. I knew she was but nothing wrong with a little surprise now and then. Her tongue worked it's magic on my outer and inner lips then she sucked my inner lips in her mouth and gently nibbled at them.

I must have been a site. My legs waving in the air and my body moving trying to get her tongue on my clit. I needed to cum and quickly. Angela knew it and went to work on my clit with her talented tongue. Sucking, kissing and flicking her tongue over it until I let out a loud yelp drenching her tongue with my juices. She stayed with me until my orgasm subsided then I pulled her up to my waiting lips kissing her deep tasting my own juices on her lips and tongue. 

" See. I told you I was in the same condition as you. " I said kissing her cheeks.

" I see that. Well now that we have the need taken care of maybe we can relax and enjoy the rest of our evening; " Angela said smiling into my eyes.

Evening nothing! Honey, I'm taking you home with me. I said to myself kissing her deeply again.

" Well I don't know how much relaxing we are going to do. It has been a couple of years since I have been with another woman, but I can assure you we are going to enjoy ourselves. " I said.

" Well I may be just a little eager myself. It has been three years since I've been with anyone, male or female. " Angela confessed.

" Not since your husband died? Did he know about your bi-side? " I asked rolling us to our sides.

" Yes. He knew and was very supportive and understanding. It was always my thing and he allowed me the time and freedom to have my lovers. He was never included until my last lover. " Angela said.

" Really? What was different with her? " I asked caressing her cheeks as she talked.

" I don't really know. She was more than just a lover was. We became very good friends and still are even though we haven't been together as lovers since. I guess I had always wanted to include him but never felt secure about it until Cady came along. Have you ever been in a threesome? " Angela said.

" Once but it wasn't a good situation. " I said.

" Not the right people? " Angela asked.

" Exactly. It was a guy I knew from work and his wife. He was the driving force there and she was trying to please him. He was just a jerk and they are now divorced. " I said.

" Hope they didn't drag you into it. " Angela asked with concern.

" Oh know. It was a couple of years after. " I said.

" You were never with them again? " Angela asked.

" Well, not them. Suzi was her name and we were lovers behind his back for about a year until she got scared he would find out. We are still close friends but not lovers. I don't think she has ever been with another woman. Not before or since. " I said.




New Neighbor at the Ocean



" To bad he was a jerk. Does he know what he missed out on? " Angela asked.

" No. He was looking for two women to make love to him. Suzi was supposed to make love to me just to please him. She wasn't supposed to enjoy making love to another woman and when it was obvious she was he wanted no part of it and insisted I leave. I take it your husband was different " I said.

" Oh very. Oh, he enjoyed the two of us making love to him but he also enjoyed the two of us making love to each other. " Angela said obviously revealing fond memories.

Angela had rolled to her back as we talked and I had unconsciously begun to caress her breasts. Her arm was around my neck and her hand was gently rubbing my shoulder. It was obvious she and her husband had a close and loving relationship and that she missed him very much. I also sensed she loved Cady and missed the loving relationship they had as well. I figured she had given up her relationship with this Cady because of it bringing back memories of her husband as they had shared her in bed. It was very obvious she needed to tell her story to someone and I felt privileged she was comfortable enough to share her it with me so I decided to just let her talk.

I kissed her cheek, neck and shoulder as she related the story of how she and Cady met and how she finally decided to include her husband in their lovemaking. My hand continued to caress her breast as I listened to her beautiful love story. One I might add had me hot just hearing it. My leg was now draped over her and my pussy pressed against her hip as my kisses had moved from her neck to her breast. As her story ended I told her what a beautiful story it was and she thanked me for listening to her, as she needed to talk about it.

" Make love to me Pamela. " Angela said holding my face in her hands and kissing my cheeks.

I answered her request by rolling on top of her and kissing her full on the lips. Her hands ran through my hair as I kissed her deep probing her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue responded and they seemed to dance, as our kiss grew ever deeper. I began my decent from her lips with her pussy being my ultimate destination, but this time it was going to be slow and deliberate. Not quick and hurried like the first time. I had her in bed now where we were both comfortable and she was going to be begging me to lick her before I was done.

I kissed her cheeks, nibbled on her ears and neck then back to her full and inviting lips. Then back to her neck and ears this time moving to the rise in her chest where breasts begin. Back and forth each time moving just a little farther down her beautiful body. Her hands continued to caress my cheeks and run through my hair as I slowly, painstakingly made may way ever lower. Her nipples were erect as I reached them and kissed each one gently. My tongue brushed over them before sucking them between my lips. Her legs spread wide as my tongue flicked over her nipples and I could feel her gently pressing her mound against my abdomen.

Back to her lips time and time again each time telling her how beautiful she is and how much I wanted her then retracing my route down her body going just that extra inch each time. Now at her navel, I remembered her positive reaction to the attention I had given it before. I kissed all around it then slipped my tongue in licking it gently. Her body tensed forcing her pussy hard against my chest as I teased her navel. Then onward and downward kissing her lower abdomen eventually making my way to her mound. I kissed the very top then traced the outer edges leaving soft kisses and tongue licks. He body tensed with each kiss and lick bucking and jerking causing her hips to rise off the bed.

I could feel the moistness from her pussy on my breasts and decided to make her first climax at the tip of my own nipple. Taking my breast in my hand I guided my own erect nipple to her pussy. " Mmmm. " She moaned as my hard nipple slipped between her swollen lips. Sliding it up and down between her wet lips covering it with her juices then I guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Again she moaned as I pressed it there as if I was trying to fuck her with it. But as I moved it to her clit she bucked wildly and drenched my breast with the juices of her orgasm. I then sat between her legs and licked her juices from my own breast. She watched as my tongue licked my nipple savoring her nectar.

" Mmmm. You taste so good. " I said looking her deep in the eyes as I cleaned her juices from my breast.

My own pussy was dripping wet and in need of some relief so I decided to give us both some pleasure. Angela's knees were drawn up and spread wide giving me full access to her beautiful pussy. Setting between her legs I slipped a finger in her then withdrew it bringing it to my lips. I sucked her juices from it then slipped it in my pussy repeating what I had just done. Angela watched as I continued fingering her then myself sucking the juices from my finger. Then I slipped it in her and then right to my pussy before bringing it to my mouth.

" Mmmm, our juices taste so good together. Would you like a taste my love? " I asked.

" Oh yes. " Angela answered.

Without hesitation I slipped my finger back in my pussy then moved to hers. Once covered with our juices I brought it to her lips and she sucked it in licking it clean. I could tell she enjoyed that so back I went covering my finger with our juices and again bringing it to her waiting lips. 

" We do taste good together don't we? " I asked.

" Oh god yes. " Angela said.

" I want to mix our juices together before I taste you with my tongue. " I said quickly slipping one legs under hers and the other over her other leg and moved forward until our pussies touched.

We were so hot it only took a second before we exploded, our juices mixing together as they flowed freely from our dripping wet pussies. We continued grinding our pussies together until our orgasms began to subside. I had to have her now so I lay between her legs and began lapping at her pussy licking up the juices we had just mixed together. We did taste so good together and I couldn't get enough. After bringing Angela to several more strong orgasms with my tongue I decided to mix our juices together again.

I changed positions again as Angela looked on and smiled when she saw what I was up to. Again with our pussies pressed firmly together we began to hump each other until we exploded again. We continued grinding our pussies together until our orgasms subsided but this time I had something else in mind. I moved up placing my dripping pussy over Angela's head. Without any hesitation she grabbed my hips and pulled me to her waiting tongue. Knowing there was a hot little pussy in front of me with the same mixture of juices I lay on her and began to lick that sweet mixture from her dripping pussy.

That was only the beginning to our relaxing evening and of course our evening turned into a weekend. While Sunday evening came all to quickly, I was given a surprise licking on my way out the door with Angela telling me she didn't want me to forget where she lived. God how could I? I called her as soon as I got home and for the first time in my life had phone sex. The next three weekends I spent at the ocean with Angela but as the fourth weekend approached she told me I should just stop at her house as she had a surprise for me.