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Just Being Neighborly

By: once upon a time



I was walking home from high school one lovely spring afternoon, preoccupied with graduation and going off to college in the fall, when I came upon a woman just ahead of me, struggling with a bag of groceries. "Excuse me," she called out as I passed her. "Don't you live in 527 Kenwood?" That was the number of the apartment house where I lived with my parents. Yes, I answered, I did.

"So do I," she said. "I thought I've seen you around the building." She told me she had hurt her shoulder playing tennis and it was painful carrying that bag of groceries. Would I help her? Sure, I replied as I took the bag and we walked down the street together, exchanging names - "I'm Miriam...;" "hi, I'm Kenny" - and making small talk.

Once inside her apartment [she lived in the west wing of the large building, my family in the east wing, which perhaps explained why I didn't recognize her as a neighbor], I put her groceries on the kitchen table and headed for the front door.

"Oh, please, wait!" she said. "Could I ask another favor of you? Would you put the groceries away for me? My shoulder is really sore." Once again, I said 'sure' and as I began doing that, she made me a root beer float and disappeared somewhere in her apartment. 

When I finished putting away her groceries, and the soda, I walked to the front door and called out to her: "Thanks for the soda, Mrs. Kranz! I'm leaving now! Bye!"

"Oh, Kenny, wait, wait!" she called out. "I'm so sorry, but can I ask you for still one more little favor?"

"Ahhh, sure. But where are you?"

"Back here."

"Back here" turned out to be her bedroom and there she was, sitting on the edge of her bed. 

"I can't reach the zipper on the back of my dress with this sore shoulder," she said. "Would you pull down the zipper for me, please?" I gulped - a grown woman was asking me to partly undress her. I hesitated but when she turned and looked me in the eye and repeated "please" with a little smile, I complied. 

I unzipped her dress from the neck down to the waist, exposing her back and her bra. Once again, I started to leave but she said "no, wait a moment, please. Would you unhook my brassiere? I'm left-handed and that's my sore shoulder. I can't do anything with my right hand." Because she was leaning forward, holding the front of her dress against her chest, I figured she was being truthful - and modest - and that it was okay to do what she had asked.

Of course, she could have pulled her bra down, rotated the back to the front and popped it open herself - and while she knew that, I didn't. I was young and inexperienced.

Somehow I got the hooks and eyelets apart. Her bra was now open and I had an erection.

"See the strap marks?" she asked. I did. "Would you please scratch them gently to get the circulation back?" So I scratched her back, where the bra straps had pinched her skin, and she just sat there, her head down, as if in a trance. 

Then I noticed she had let the top of her dress and the bra fall down across her lap. She was now bare above the waist and because I was sitting slightly behind her and to one side, I could see one small, firm tit. Better still, when I looked at the mirror on her dresser, across from the foot of her bed, I could see both of her bare tits. 

"Are you staring at my breasts?" she suddenly asked and I realized with a shock that she was looking in the mirror at me looking in the mirror at her. I stammered and blushed. "It's okay," she said soothingly, placing a hand on my knee and sliding it halfway up my thigh. "Haven't you ever seen a woman's breasts before? Or touched them? Do you have a girl friend? Have you felt her breasts?"

I don't have a steady girlfriend, I replied, and the most I'd ever gotten, up to that point, was a brief handful of a girl's sweater-covered tit one night at the local movie house. 

"Would you like to feel my breasts?" she asked, but before I could answer, she took one of my hands and placed it on her right tit. My erection began throbbing. 

She took my left hand and brought it around behind her to cup her other tit [her supposedly sore shoulder was no impediment to this, although that didn't occur to me then]. She squeezed my hands holding her tits and I got the picture right away; I began squeezing them and rubbing her nipples on my own. She responded by resting her right hand on my swollen cock. 

I thought it was going to burst out of my jeans like a jack-in-the-box. She leaned her head against my shoulder and, speaking softly while lightly rubbing my hard-on, began questioning me about my sexual experiences. Had I ever touched a girl's sex? Had a girl or a woman ever touched mine? Had I ever had intercourse?

The fact was that what I was doing with her, at that very moment, was 1,000 times more sex than I'd ever had before - that short-lived fondling of Mary Alice's tit on a movie date a few months earlier. Well, that and a lot of masturbation to the girlie magazines then popular. I was afraid, however, if I admitted being a virgin, she'd stop what she was doing and tell me to leave. In fact, I was 19 and still a virgin.

But of course, I was exactly what she wanted - a young male whom she could introduce to the joys of sex. I'd yet to learn what she already knew: a young virgin, male or female, can be delightful, thrilling. [As I myself discovered years later when I had opportunities to introduce a few willing young women to the pleasures of sex].

Miriam didn't wait for answers to the questions she had posed. She took one of my hands and, spreading her legs, steered it up under her dress and pressed it against her crotch. She was wearing panties but I was so inexperienced I couldn't tell what I was touching or what I was supposed to do once I was touching whatever it was that was under her panties. 

I knew women were different from men, that they had a "pussy," "twat," "hole," "slit," "gash" - but I hadn't touched or even seen a real one before that moment. Remember: This was a long, long time ago and I'd been raised in a strictly religious environment.

Miriam's hand was now the puppet-master of my fingers, pressing them against her sex. Everything underneath her panties was soft, warm and moist. As she manipulated my hand, she'd occasionally suck in her breath sharply. 

"Would you like to have sex?" she asked after several minutes of fondling, but so softly I wasn't sure I'd heard what I thought I'd heard. "Would you like to fuck me?" 

I looked into her eyes and saw that she wasn't kidding. "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" I said, my heart beating wildly, "yeah!"

She stood up, letting her dress and bra fall to the floor. She pushed her panties down to her feet, kicked them to one side and stood less than a foot away from me, totally naked. I just stared, transfixed by the sight of her small, firm tits and that triangle of dark pubic hair between her legs. 

There was also a distinctive, intoxicating scent in the air and even though I'd never smelled an aroused pussy before that moment, I somehow knew where the aroma was emanating from. I reached out a hand, palm up, and cupped her sex, surprised by the warmth and dampness I found between her legs.

"Take your clothes off," she said matter-of-factly. As I was pulling my shirt over my head, she loosened my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pushed them down to the floor and then pulled my shorts down, exposing my rampant hard-on. 

I was embarrassed, not knowing what she'd think of my equipment - too small? Too thin? Miriam gazed at my stiff cock for several seconds before grasping it. "How nice," she said quietly, "how nice. How nice and stiff." 

She fell back down on the bed and motioned me to lie alongside her. "This is your first time, isn't it?" she whispered, but she knew it was, had guessed it long before when she had first spotted me and decided to seduce me, and then seized the opportunity when our paths happened to cross that afternoon. Her sore shoulder was a fiction, invented on the spot to get me, first, into her apartment and then into her bed. 

Mind you, I wasn't complaining. 

"Your first time to be inside a woman?" she breathed into my ear, her tongue tickling me. I could only nod yes, I was panting so hard. "Then let me show you how," she continued, stroking my cock ever so lightly. "If you come quickly - that's okay - I just want your first time to be good. So you'll always remember it."

She opened her legs wide and, with her fingers, led me on an exploration of her pussy. She didn't say much as she traced her inner and outer labia with her fingers. She held those lips apart and told me the little pink nubbin tucked away in their folds was her clit. 

"Touch it," she said. "Gently." I did and she shivered. She pushed my head down between her legs and my mouth onto her clit. "Kiss it...lick it with your tongue ...yes, like that...ahhh...now suck it...gently." 

After a minute or so of licking and sucking her pussy, licking and sucking that elicited a lot of sighs and deep breaths from her, she told me to slide my finger inside her. I was amazed at how soft, warm and wet a vagina could be.

I fingered her enthusiastically but I could feel the volcano building in my cock. "Miriam," I said, "I can't hold out much longer. I'm sorry."

"I understand," she replied as she nudged me up on top of her, located my cock and rubbed it up and down between her labia. "It's okay if you come quickly," she said. "Just don't stop thrusting when you do. Keep it going, fast and hard, okay?" 

With that, she slipped my cock into her. Today, so many years later, I can still recall that marvelous sensation of entering a woman for the very first time, her pussy so slippery and yet so tight, so yielding and yet so firm.

She was right about me coming quickly. I don't think I gave her more than a dozen strokes before my cock exploded. She had been sort of passive during those few thrusts but once I came, she began bucking her pelvis against me as she sought her own orgasm. I was still rock hard and continued to drive myself into her vigorously, as she'd instructed me, and before long, her face was contorted, her eyes closed and she was gasping "oh god...yes...yes!...ohmigod!...oh!...yes! YES!"...and orgasmed.

We lay there, exhausted, for I don't know how long. My mind was spinning - holy shit! I've just gotten laid! I've had my cock inside a pussy! I'm a man now! - and my heart was still thumping from the excitement of it all. After a while, I started to get up, to leave, but Miriam asked with a mischievous smile, "leaving? So soon? Didn't you like it?" 

It was great, I said. 

"Well, then, stay a little longer," she said. "You can have a second helping, you know." She eased me back onto the bed, fondling my cock and my balls and guiding my hand back to her pussy, now viscous with commingled semen and vaginal juices. 

She sucked me for a little while - not that she had to, to get me hard again; I'd stayed as hard as granite - until I began to squirm and she realized I was on the verge of coming again. 

At that point, she climbed on top of me, slipped my cock back inside her and delighted me by sliding her pussy ever-so-slowly up and down my erection. I lasted longer than the first time, but still came fairly quickly; once again, my climax triggered her into hard, vigorous pumping and she had another intense orgasm of her own.

In the days and weeks immediately following my seduction, I was constantly in her apartment. She was as eager and hungry for sex as I was because, as it turned out, her husband was in the Army, overseas, and while she loved him, she said, she had such a strong drive that she had to seek relief from someone else. I was that "someone else" for almost a year. 

Being a school teacher, Miriam was always home by mid- to late-afternoon and that's when I'd be home from school also. 

Her sexual tutoring was comprehensive and all-inclusive. She taught me how to fuck well and often - oral, anal and, of course, every intercourse position ever envisioned by eroticists. She had copies of the Kama Sutra and Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" and we usually would read passages together and then act out the scenes. 

It ended when her husband was discharged and came home. I'd pass him on the street or in the building lobby and wonder if he knew his wife hadn't been exactly an angel in his absence. 

Or that I, the guy he probably never gave a second glance to, had had his cock in his wife's pussy, mouth and ass probably a hundred times or more. I shot enough cum into Miriam during all those afternoons and occasional evenings to have filled a 5-gallon bucket to overflowing; how she avoided pregnancy in those Pre-Pill Days is something I never knew. 

And then one day, she and her husband were gone. Moved. No forwarding address. Just gone. 

Miriam, if you should happen to read this memoir, please know that I've always been deeply grateful for your seduction, your generous, patient and thorough instruction into the pleasures of sex. I've tried to be just as kind and thoughtful a partner to I don't know how many women over the decades - and as gentle and thorough a seducer of young women [how right you were about the joys of the "first time"] as you had been with me. Thanks!

Just Being Neighborly



It had started about six months before. I was opening the window to my fourth-floor apartment one night just before bedtime. Just as I was going to turn around to get into bed, the shade on the window straight across from me pulled up. There stood a solidly built, middle-aged woman totally naked. She looked straight at me and smiled. She pointed down to her hairy pussy and then held up a large, black dildo in her left hand. I know my mouth dropped open hard enough to sprain my jaw! 

I watched the whole show as she repeatedly came with the dildo as she sat in an old stuffed chair. The next evening was a repeat, and I couldn't stand it any longer. I pulled out my cock and joined in the fun. 

~O~O~O~ 

I looked out the window again tonight. She is there, leaning against the front of a lounge chair as she faces the windowsill. Her fingers are in her V at the bottom of her belly. My window is only fifteen yards from hers; the apartments are that close. The room is very dimly lit but being late summer, there is still plenty of daylight bouncing off the white stucco apartment walls and lighting her white body. 

She sucks on the fingers of her other hand and rolls her head about. Her nylons and garter belt are still on. The black bra straps are off her shoulders, and her middle-aged, small tits with very large brown nipples jut forward off of the slightly sagging, hemispheres. 

She has trimmed her lady bush just for me tonight, though it is still quite thick. Ladies of her generation seem to prefer it that way. I most certainly do. A hairy pussy projects a certain mystery just like a small package needs a nice wrapper. Her slit is barely visible even after the trimming and thinning. 

It's time for my salute. I open my robe, and my stiff cock juts out straight toward her like a flagstaff in a parade at half rest. 

She smiles at me when she sees I have shaved for her. Total nudity around my cock is what she seems to like best. Our choreographed movements begin with my seed-shooting baton bouncing and beating time to the gentle stroking of my hand. 

She puts her fingers back into her bounteous, just-visible slit and scrubs the inside of her chamber with quick movements. I watch her face very closely and watch the subtle changes that twist her visage as her arousal escalates. I am now ready for the second movement of our nightly symphony. 

I drop my robe to the floor, pull a straight-backed chair near me and place my left foot up on the seat. The chair is angled, so she gets the best side view of my expanding cock. I stop for a moment and pick up a bottle of lube from the nightstand next to the window and select a small, black, vibrating butt plug from the open drawer. After lubing it very well and smearing some of the jelly on my asshole, I carefully insert the plug into my ass and set the vibration to medium. 

Resumption of my stroking in this position, so she can see both cock and butt plug from her vantage point, signals a change in her too. She gives me a broad smile as she sits down on the lounge chair. She scoots back to be comfortable and then begins masturbating in earnest. One hand is in her pussy; the other roams freely over her chest. She twists, tugs, pushes, flicks and slaps her nipples and breasts with the free hand. 

A 'rabbit' vibrator now comes on the scene as she lifts it from the side of the lounge chair from a pocket designed for magazines or books. She licks it in her mouth in a very provocative way and then inserts it deep into her cunt. The little arm is squarely on her clit. It won't be long now. 

The scenario unfolds, and she cums first with a good deal of heavy breathing and moaning. Her non-stop frigging with the vibrator is nothing more than a blur as her hand operates, under perfect control from long practice. The stimulation slides her body down into the pit of pleasure. The room seems to light up with her glow of ecstasy. Perhaps, there is a rising, tantalizing bouquet of sex. I cannot smell it but can imagine the odor of ripeness she would project. 

As she finishes, I began to stroke my cock faster. I keep my eyes focused on her, and she watches me closely. My cock is dry, so I spit on it and wipe the saliva over the head. Gripping more firmly now, I begin to stroke much faster. 

I watch her back away from the window, and she switches on the light. I can see her erect nipples still, and she reaches for her cunt again, not to stroke herself to orgasm, but to watch me in a familiar way. She knows I am very close and doesn't want to miss the climax. 

I teeter on the brink of the long climb into bliss. I stroke with both hands pulling and tugging and twisting. Jets of cum finally erupt from the head of my cock and land on a large towel on the floor in front of me. I roll my head back; my eyes are unfocused, and I cry out "Fuck me, Fuck, Oh my fucking cock!" as the spunk splash ends. I know she hears me because she mouths, "Fucking wonderful!" 

I stand with my back to the chair slowly stroking my deflating cock. I pull the window shade down and walk back into the room. 

"William, are you finished jacking off with Mindy? Come over here and eat my pussy." 

"Yes, dear, it will be my pleasure."



Just Being Neighborly



Here I am, Joe Average, well Steve Average anyway... 48 years old, professional, married to second wife for 10 happy years so far, after a miserable first marriage that was 10 years of hell, but that's a whole other story... Anyway, we live in the suburbs of a good sized city, nice home, nice subdivision, great neighbors, nice lifestyle, kids have grown and moved out, nothing exciting... just typical and average.

 Our neighbors across the street are a carbon copy of us, hard working couple during the week, yard work and small home projects on weekends. Terry calls or texts me when he needs help with something and I do the same when I need an extra pair of hands. 

 We moved into the house 9 years ago, they moved in 4 years ago and we hit it off from the start. Although we didn't get together on a regular basis, there were cookouts and friendly visits occasionally when we'd see each other working in the yards. Borrow a leaf blower, help move a bookcase... it couldn't be any more benign. Terry tended to do projects himself, I know my limitations and am good at hiring help and writing checks.

 One spring Saturday I get a text from Terry asking if I could come over and help get some prep work done in advance of a new garage he's having built. I tell my wife that I'm headed across the street and I go over ready to do a little manual labor. 

 As Terry and I are plugging away throughout the morning we're of course talking about various things... work, sports, upcoming vacations... and Terry updates me on his wife's health. She's been having issues that the doctors haven't been able to pinpoint thus far. General overall lethargy and aches and pains, etc. It's been a couple months of doctor visits, tests, various medication trials. She's continued to work and function overall, just a very annoying, underlying "shitty feeling".

 Terry mentions that it's not only been rough on her, but on him as well as he chuckles and I ask how so and he says "I haven't had sex in weeks." And he laughs again.

 I laugh along and tell him "That must suck... or I guess that isn't happening either, huh?" and I laugh with him.

 He responds "Yeah, not even that... I'm not upset with her or anything, she can't help it, but it sure is rough and it's like being back in junior high taking matters into my own hand a lot these days."

 We continue working and getting a good portion of our intended goal done as lunch time approaches. Terry's wife, Sharon, comes out and asks if we'd like to take a break for a sandwich and we welcome the break.

 We head in and I catch up on things with Sharon and we discuss books. We share a common interest in reading material and read some of the same fictional authors. She puts on a happy face but I can see she's getting tired again. Terry and I head back out to slave away and I comment "It was good to see Sharon, I hate to see her so tired looking though. I hope the doctors are able to figure out what's going on soon."

 "You and me both Steve or I'm going to bust a testicle." 

 I hesitate for a moment thinking about saying something, but I stop myself. Terry notices and says "What were you going to say?" 

 "Honestly? I was going to say I may have a temporary solution for you..."

 "How so? Do you know a 'lady of the evening'?"

 "Not exactly..."

 Now is a good time for to explain that lately, just in the past year I've had a sudden desire... a craving... an interest... wondering what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth. I have no interest or desire to be fucked by a guy, just want a cock in my mouth. I have absolutely no idea where this came from or how the entire thought started in my head. I've always been straight, even a bit of a man-whore in my younger days, especially after the first marriage catching up, sowing my wild oats. I've never thought about anything even close to sexual with another man, so why has this been in my head the past year? I have no clue, but I haven't been able to shake it. I watch plenty of porn and never really paid attention the male actors, focusing on the women and I have always appreciated a woman that could deepthroat and enthusiastically suck a big cock. Sure, I've noticed and been impressed by some of the male actors and what they're packing, but never had I sat there stroking myself thinking "I wonder what that would feel like in my mouth." I mean NEVER... until recently. What's going on with me? Some weird middle-age thing? A natural rite of passage that men don't talk about? A brain tumor? I just don't know, but I want it... To touch another cock, to taste another cock, to feel a cock sliding down my throat... to feel one cum in my mouth and taste it... It has to be a brain tumor... there is no other possible explanation.

 Terry is looking at me waiting for an answer and further explanation of what I meant.

 I hem and haw... "Well, no, not a prostitute or anything like that."

 "Well what? One of the housewives in the neighborhood?"

 "Ummmm, no... not that either."

 "Well what then?"

 I can't look Terry in the eye when I say it... "Me."

 Terry's voice rises a little "YOU? What are you talking about?"

 I hush him and say "Look, I've never done it before, but for some reason I've been having this craving to... well... to be honest... to suck a cock." There, I said it, it's out... now Terry who is about 6'3" and solid is about to kick my ass... this was a big mistake...

 After about 20 seconds of silence, Terry says "Well, I can tell you it's different."

 My eyes shoot open and I say "WHAT?"

 It's Terry's turn to tell me to keep my voice down "Look, it was back in college, a quarter of a century ago, I tried it once with my roommate. It just wasn't something I ever did again. No harm, no foul."

 "On the other hand" he said. "My roommate had a hell of a mouth and I let him work his magic on me whenever he got in the mood... hey, a blowjob is a blowjob and when you're not dating a girl at the moment, it was very welcome. Nobody would have guessed that our team back-up point guard had such a smooth throat... He's married with 3 kids now, we still keep in touch."

 I was trying to absorb all of this, while at the same time realizing I was getting a bit hard...

 I glance over at Terry and my eyes move down and I think I see a bit of pressure against the front of his jeans. He looks down, smiles and says "Some fond memories I haven't thought about in a while I guess..."

 Right then, Sharon comes out the back door and tells us "I'm headed out to get my haircut and then coffee with Crystal. Spur of the moment thing, I'm going stir crazy in the house."

 Terry kisses her goodbye and Sharon is out the driveway and headed up the street.

 An awkward few seconds and then Terry says "Are you serious about wanting to try something new?"

 I look him in the eye and in a defiant voice, probably more to sound confident to myself than anything, I say "Yes... I've been thinking about it for a year and I won't get a better opportunity than this."

 Terry turns and heads towards the back door into his house and I follow.

 Once inside the den he stops turns and says "So, how do you want to do this? Want me standing, sitting, laying down, what?"

 I had never really given it any thought before... I just imagined sucking a cock, not the actual logistics of the event... "Ummm, standing I guess." I guess I had pictured myself kneeling in front of a man... 

 Terry says "Well I should go shower first, we've been working up quite a sweat working outside today."

 A little too quickly I say "No, don't... I actually kind of like the idea of you being... well... a little dirty..."

 "Oh, so you're a dirty little cocksucker, huh?" He says with a laugh and a wink... and I nervously laugh a little with him. "I was just kidding, trying to lighten the mood a little."

 I should note that in the past year or so I've really gotten into enjoying the aroma of certain things... in particular my balls first thing in the morning... you know how they're a bit sweaty after being trapped under the covers all night... I haven't been able to get enough of running my hand all under and around my balls and then breathing in deeply the scent... almost intoxicating. But this may be completely different. I know what my balls smell like but I have no idea what another set of balls will smell like... I hope I didn't just make a decision that ruins my fantasy and first experience. In which case this may be my last experience as well.

 Terry walks over to the couch and grabs a throw pillow and comes back to me and drops it in front of him. He starts to reach for his belt buckle but I stop him and tell him I want to do it. I can't look him in the eye any longer and I just look down at his crotch which isn't too far below my eye level as I'm only 5'9" tall to his 6'3". 

 I tentatively place my right hand on his thigh and start to slowly move it upwards until I feel a ridge and my body shivers a little... wow, I'm actually doing this... I just touched another cock... granted it's through a pair of jeans, but still...

 Terry just stands there, knowing I'm going down a path I've never gone down before. I reach for his belt with both hands and pull the strap out and undo it. I then reach and unbutton his jeans. Thank goodness he has a zipper and not 40 buttons to undo, I don't think I could manage that at this moment.

 The sound of his belt buckle rattling and the unzipping of his fly sounds like a jet engine right now as my senses are ultra heightened.

 I now have his pants open and unzipped. I glance up at him and he's smiling down at me and gives me a slight head nod as if to say 'go ahead'.... And I start to pull his pants down along with his boxers at the same time. Slowly... very slowly... I see hair on his lower stomach and I'm glad to see hair as I continue to pull down... I haven't really been into the whole shaved thing so I'm glad to see the equivalent of a bush appearing in front of my face.

 I start to see the base of his cock and I keep pulling down... inch by inch and then I see a piece of the head of his cock and another inch and his cock springs forward, surprising me a little as I jump at the sudden movement.

 There it is... another man's cock... it's right there... in front of my face... holy fuck what am I doing???

 I continue pulling his pants down below his knees and his cock actually touches my forehead as I do this.

 Terry kicks off his shoes and is kind enough to step out of his pants freeing himself completely. He stands there with his legs spread a little in a wide stance, his healthy looking cock hanging there only slightly aroused.

 I just stare at it for a few seconds... and I hear a voice say "Take it in your hand first, just touch it."

 I obey as if in a trance and do as suggested and reach up with my right hand and wrap my fingers around it. It's warm, it's soft, yet hard... and suddenly getting harder. I start to move my hand back and forth along the shaft just taking it all in. I catch a faint whiff of manliness and it's arousing, not unappealing at all. That gets me going and I see a little tiny droplet of clear liquid at the tip and I instinctively lean forward and with the very tip of my tongue lick it off. A very slight moan comes out of Terry's mouth as he's watching me. I look up at him again and this time he says "It's now or never... go for it."

 And I do... I open and take the mushroom head of his nice sized cock into my mouth, just the head... my tongue touches it and I can't believe how soft it feels, I'd never noticed that about my own cock feeling it with my hand after thousands of times stroking myself... but it's so soft... I close my lips around it and just hold it there... Son of a bitch... I HAVE A COCK IN MY MOUTH!!! I shiver again as I realize this.

 I move my head forward a little and take a little more in and back again... I'M SUCKING A COCK!!! A little further with the next back and forth motion... and a little further the next time and I hear Terry start to moan... "Damn, you have no idea how good this feels after being so long without. You're doing great, keep going."

 That's all the encouragement I needed as I start to move my head forward and back sucking his tasty cock. I pull all the way back and do what I've been fantasizing about... I lower myself a little, lift my face and come up under his balls... I see every hair on his sack as I stick my tongue out for a taste... musty, musky... sweaty, salty... but nice... I breathe in deep... deeper... sucking in the aroma I've been thinking about... this is exactly what I've wanted.

 Terry widens his stance a little more to give me room and I take advantage of it by rubbing my face all over and around his balls. They don't hang too low but they are nice and feel good against my face. I'm licking and breathing in deep the entire time wanting more. I pull back, panting a little as I've worked myself up and the aroma of his balls has excited me like never before. I'm rock hard but I don't even think about it.

 I take his cock in my hand again and guide it back to my mouth and try to push it all the way back, coughing a little when I hit the back of my throat. "Slow down there cowboy" Terry says... "we have time, take it slow and see how much you can take. Let's see if you're a true cockwhore and can deepthroat."

 I take my time and relax my mouth and throat and continue sucking and licking this beautiful thing in my mouth. This is what I've wanted and now I have it. I even bury my face in his pubic hair wanting to feel it on my face, still breathing in his natural aroma... he smells as good as I do in the mornings.

 I can't take it anymore and I start fucking him with my mouth, faster and a little deeper each time. Terry reaches down and grabs my head and starts to fuck my mouth as he holds my head still. I don't fight it, I just let him control things. He's face fucking me and I'm loving it. I try to look up at him, his eyes are closed as he's focusing on the wonderful feeling of a mouth on his cock for the first time in a long time.

 I hold still as he face fucks me more... faster... deeper... Then suddenly he stops and holds my head firm and then I feel his cock start to swell and I know what's coming... His hands tighten on my head, he lets out a groan and SPLASH I feel a torrent of liquid hitting the back of my throat. I hold still and just take it... spurt after spurt, stream after stream... he's been holding a lot for a long time. I can barely taste it as his cock is taking up all the room in my mouth but as he starts to pull back I get the full effect of the texture and taste in my mouth... It's amazing... I hold it there with my lips closed. 

 Terry says "Sorry, I didn't mean to cum so fast and I didn't even ask if you wanted it in your mouth." I just smile and nod... and then I swallow... swallow my first load of jizz... I'm in a daze... This was perfect.

 I stand up and Terry says "That was incredible, you're a natural." Then he says "How did you like it? Was it everything you'd fantasized about for the past year?"

 My answer is "Anytime, anywhere... I'll come over and do that."

 "That's a deal. Count on it."

 To be continued...



Just Being Neighborly



It can be very lonely when you are a woman of fifty-one and have no man around the house. Very lonely indeed. After my husband Frank died, I knew it was foolish for me to stay in this big, two-bedroom house, but I couldn't bear the thought of leaving the place I had been so happy at for so many years. So as you can see, I was ripe and very vulnerable for everything that happened.

Alice and Norman moved into the house next door a little over seven months ago. Both in their late forties, I was glad that someone near my own age had rented the place. Alice is only a tad over five feet, and although slender and petite, she causes many a man's head to turn when she passes by. Her husband Norman is an accountant at some downtown insurance company, and even though slightly balding with a little paunch, he has a great sense of humor and is a pleasure to be around. It was only natural that Alice and I soon became friends, finally getting to the point that she would come over almost every morning after Norman left for work. We would sit at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee, just chatting and enjoying the morning. It was on one such morning that it all began...

"Maggie? What are you? Fifty? Fifty-one? You look a lot younger than that, you know? Why don't you ever have a man over?" Alice was wearing her usual outfit of jeans and white blouse, and I still in my faded housecoat. It had a rip in the sleeve, but I had had it for so long it was like an old friend.

"Oh Alice," I said, laughing. "I'm too old to worry about meeting some man. Too old and too choosy I guess." I took a sip of my coffee. "Besides, I don't drink and go out to bars and such, so I don't have much opportunity to meet a man, even if I wanted to."

"Well...what do you do for sex then?" She asked bluntly, then grinned in that impish way she has. "I know!! I'll bet you got yourself a nice big ol' dildo hid under your mattress, haven't you?"

I burst out laughing. "Alice...you are terrible!!! Where do you come up with all of this stuff anyway? No...for your information...I don't have a 'big ol' dildo' under my mattress. Even if I did have one, I don't know what I would do with it."

"Wouldn't know what to do with it?" She giggled. "You'd lay in bed and fuck yourself with it is what you'd do, silly! 'Course, if you want the real thing, my old man has had the hots for you ever since the first time he saw you out in the back yard in your shorts. Heck, the truth be told, I've got the hots for you too."

I sat there staring across the table at her in stunned surprise, hardly able to believe my own ears. I finally managed to find my voice. "Alice? What are you s...saying? What do you m...mean?"

"Oh for goodness sakes," she said, laughing out loud. "Don't sit there looking like a wounded rabbit. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't be so doggone honest about things. My mouth is always getting me into trouble, ya know? I suppose I just might as well tell you...Norm and me are swingers."

"Swingers?!? You mean you and your husband have...have sex with other people?" My mind was in a whirl at that point. Little Alice and sweet Norman were swingers? I had heard about swingers of course, I just never thought I would meet one. And something strange...even though her confession had shocked me, I was aware of a tingling that was racing up and down my spine and I could feel myself becoming moist between my legs. "Alice? What do you mean when you say that you've 'got the hots for me too'?"

"Just what I said," she grinned, shrugging her shoulders. "I swing both ways Maggie. Now, either one of two things can happen ...you can tell me to finish my coffee and go home...or you can open up your robe and show me what you have on."

Our eyes locked for a moment that seemed to stretch into hours, then only vaguely aware of what I was doing, I unbuttoned my housecoat and pulled it open to reveal my nakedness beneath...



Just Being Neighborly



Sandy was lying on the bed and I was at the foot of the bed slowly pushing her skirt up her thighs. When I had her sexy black panties exposed I was seeing them for the second time that evening. The first time had been when I opened the car door for her in the restaurant parking lot. As she swung her right leg out of the car I had an unobstructed view of Sandy's beautiful thighs and the black satiny patch of material that hid her pussy from my sight. She had hesitated for a couple of seconds, I'm sure, to give me a good look. The realization that I was going to have sex with Sandy struck me at that moment and from that point on I had an erection. 

When I had her skirt bunched above her waist I began kissing my way up the inside of her legs. As I kissed and licked the inside of her thighs the intoxicating scent of her sex became stronger. The combination of the natural scent of her arousal combined with the scent of the soap or shampoo she had used when she bathed had my head spinning and my cock dripping. When I ran my tongue over the crotch of her panties I knew that the fantasy that had been in my head for the last three months was about to actually take place. 

Before I continue with my narrative, let me tell you about the events that brought me to this, the brink of fantasy becoming reality. 

Three months ago as my wife Jo and I were eating breakfast we noticed a moving van parked on the street behind our house. The house that backed up to our property had been for sale for several months and the sold sign had finally appeared about three weeks ago. Jo and I had been looking forward to having neighbors behind us so we were both excited about the prospect of meeting our new neighbors. We sat all through breakfast and a second cup of coffee staring out the back window hoping to get a look at the new owners. Unfortunately I had to leave for work before they made an appearance. 

When I got home from work that evening I asked Jo if she had seen the new neighbors. She said that she had seen them in the back yard and said that they were a cute couple. Now I have to tell you that Jo's idea of a cute couple is that the two people fit together. If one is fat and the other skinny or one is tall and the other short they wouldn't be a cute couple. To Jo being a cute couple has nothing to do with the physical appearance of either individual but has everything to do with how the two people look together. So Jo's telling me they were a cute couple didn't tell me very much. 

So I had to question Jo to get some detail. What I got was that the man was slightly taller than me, had dark hair and wasn't heavy and that the woman was blonde, about five feet seven inches tall, and wasn't heavy. Not much of a description. 

Jo and I decided that after dinner we would go over and introduce ourselves to the new neighbors. When we knocked on the door a dark haired man opened it immediately. He looked to be about my age, 32, and was about six feet two inches tall and looked like he was in pretty good shape. He smiled at us and said, "Saw you coming up the walk. Hi. My names Mike Bronson." 

I said, "Glad to meet you Mike. I'm Rich Keller and this is my wife Jo. We live in the house right behind you so we're your back yard neighbors. We just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the neighborhood." 

Mike thanked us and invited us in then turned and called over his shoulder, "Sandy, come down here and meet our neighbors." 

When I saw Sandy coming down the stairs I almost swallowed my tongue. She was a knock out. Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful face. She had large firm breasts, not huge but very nice. She had a slim waist and beautifully rounded buttocks. She was wearing running shorts, which showed off her beautifully shaped legs. I believe that my mouth actually began to water when I saw her. 

She moved gracefully down the stairs and over to where we were standing in the foyer and said hello. Mike did the introductions, which gave me a chance to get my composure back before I spoke again. Luckily for me Jo took over the conversation for us. She said, "We know your busy trying to get your house settled but we just wanted to come over and say hello and let you know that if there is anyway we can help just let us know." 

Sandy and Mike thanked us and we told them we would give them a few days to get settled, then we would have them over for drinks and to meet some of the other neighbors. 

On the way back to our house Jo said, "They seem nice." 

All I could say was "Yea," because I was afraid that if I said more I might start talking about how beautiful I though Sandy was and I didn't want to upset Jo. Just for the record, Jo is an attractive woman too. Jo is slightly taller than Sandy; she has beautiful dark brown hair, which is accentuated by her dark brown eyes. Jo's breasts aren't as big as Sandy's but are firm and high and have beautiful large nipples. Jo is athletic so her body is in great shape. 

Up until I had met Sandy I always thought that I preferred brunettes to blondes but now I wasn't sure. It would be a mistake to say that I was falling in love with Sandy. Jo was the only woman I ever loved and I had never cheated on her. Sandy just excited me sexually. I had sexual fantasies before but none had grabbed hold of me the way Sandy had from the very first moment I saw her. 

During the next week Jo and I talked to Mike and Sandy over the fence in our back yard a few times but we didn't spend any time with them until Sunday. On Sunday we invited Mike and Sandy and a few other neighbors over for a cook out. The gathering started out with all of the women huddled together on the deck and the men standing around the beer cooler talking about sports and telling jokes. Mike turned out to be a likable guy with good social skills and a good sense of humor. I actually felt a little guilty about the lust I felt for his wife. 

Later on in the day as the drinks had loosened everyone up I found myself alone with Sandy. I tried to keep my conversation innocent and was doing a good job of it. But after a while I began to get the impression that Sandy was flirting with me. I didn't notice it at first when she was complementing me on how nice our house looked and how I did such a great job with my landscaping but when she told me I had a nice body and actually said that she though I was very handsome I began to get uncomfortable. I figured she must have had too much to drink so I looked for an opportunity to change the subject or to get away from her before things got out of control. Finally Jo came over and joined us followed by a couple of other women then Mike came over. 

Later, as we were saying our goodnights to our guests I kept hoping that Jo hadn't noticed me talking to Sandy for so long and that she didn't see Sandy flirting with me. When the last of our neighbors had gone home I asked Jo, "What do you think? Will Mike and Sandy fit in here?" 

I held my breath waiting to hear what Jo would say. "Oh yes. Everyone seemed to like them. They'll fit right in." 

That was a relief. No suspicion, no mention of my talking to Sandy. Of course, over the years I have never given Jo any reason to be suspicious. Jo and I made a clear understanding when we got married that we would always be faithful to each other, and that if that became impossible because one of us stopped loving the other we would be honest about it and end the marriage before we sunk to sneaking around on each other. I knew it would make me crazy if Jo ever cheated on me so I knew I couldn't do that to her. 

Over the next two weeks we had only short encounters with Mike and Sandy when we would see them outside working in the yard. It wasn't until the following weekend that I ran into Sandy at the supermarket. After greeting each other Sandy asked, "Have you got time to have a cup of coffee with me? I want to talk to you about something." 

I immediately became uncomfortable but in spite of my better judgment I agreed to have a cup of coffee with her. I though that she might want to talk about the things she said to me at the cook out. I assumed that she was embarrassed by what she had said and wanted to set the record straight. While I didn't want to sit through that I decided to let her have her say and get it out of the way. 

When we were sitting with our coffee in the Starbuck's located in the shopping center we began talking about how she and Mike were progressing with getting settled in their new house and about how nice the neighbors had been to them since they met them at our cook out. Then Sandy said, "Actually the cook out is what I wanted to talk to you about." 

I thought to myself, 'Here it comes.' 

"That day I had a few too many drinks and said some things I shouldn't have said, but I didn't say anything that I didn't mean. I found myself attracted to you from the first moment I met you and I could tell by the way you were looking at me that the attraction was mutual. I could tell by the way you acted that my comments made you uncomfortable and for that I am sorry. I can tell that you and Jo have a good marriage and I would never want to break that up and I love Mike and I don't want to mess up my marriage either. I just think that if we were very careful we could maybe get together and see what happens and Mike and Jo would never know." 

I was dumbfounded. I had to think for a minute before I could even attempt to respond. Finally I said, "You're right. I do feel a strong sexual attraction to you, but I could never do anything about it because I love Jo too much to do that to her. I know how much it would hurt me if she cheated on me so how can I turn around and cheat in her?" 

Sandy said, "I understand how you feel. I am battling the same guilt. I'm just saying that if we were careful Mike and Jo would never find out what we did and we would get over our feelings of guilt. Anyway, think about it. I won't bring this up again. But if you decide that you would like to get together, just let me know." 

I promised to think about it and let her know if I changed my mind. Then we sat quietly as we finished our coffee. 

That night Jo and I had sex. I hadn't been that horny in several months and Jo noticed. She asked, "What's gotten into you? You haven't been this randy in a long time." 

I said, "I don't know, but are you complaining?" 

Jo said "Absolutely not. That was great" 

Later that night I woke up with a painful erection and realized that I had been having a dream about having sex with Sandy. I couldn't get the thought out of my head and I couldn't get the erection to go down so I turned on my side behind Jo and pressed my cock up against her ass. Jo stirred a little and she reached her hand between us and felt my hard cock. I continued to push my cock against Jo as she squeezed it with her hand. As she gradually woke up and realized what was happening she asked "Are you at it again?" 

I asked, "Would you mind?" 

She said, "No I guess not." With that Jo lifted her leg just enough so that I could push my cock inside her still wet pussy. It had been a long time since we had made love twice in the same night. I had forgotten how it felt to slide my cock into her pussy when she was still holding a load of my semen from earlier. The sensation was great and I was able to climax within a few minutes relieving the tension in my cock but replacing it with a feeling of guilt. After all it was my dream about having sex with Sandy that triggered this event. 

The next day I couldn't get Sandy's proposition out of my head nor could I rid myself of my guilt feelings caused by my lust for her. As the days went by my obsession with Sandy remained but my guilt feelings began to disappear. I managed not to do anything about this until a month ago. I thought I had my libido under control until I looked out my bedroom window on a Saturday afternoon and saw Sandy in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit sun bathing on her deck. I looked at her body and knew I had to have her. 

I waited for my erection to go down then I went out into the yard and started working in my garden. When Sandy heard me out there she came over to the fence to say hello. As innocently as I could make it look I walked over to the fence and whispered to Sandy, "Can you meet me at Starbuck's at five o'clock today?" 

That was all I needed to say Sandy turned to walk back to her deck and as she moved away from me I heard her say "See you there." 

At five o'clock I was already sitting at a table at Starbuck's watching Sandy walking across the parking lot toward me. Sandy came in, got a cup of coffee and sat down with me. She asked, "What's up?" 

I said, "I think me. Are you still interested in getting together?" 

Sandy smiled and said, "Yes. I am. When do you think we can do it?" 

"It will have to be sometime when we can both get out of the house without either Mike or Jo getting suspicious. Maybe on a night when they are both busy. You know this may not be that easy to arrange. To find a time when both Mike and Jo will be occupied so that they won't know we are together. This may never happen." 

Sandy said, "It will be difficult but if we are patient the time will come. The last thing we would want to do is rush things and make a mistake." 

We talked about how we would communicate. We ruled out the telephone. Nothing like strange calls to cause suspicion. Then we discussed using e-mail but decided that even thought we could be reasonably safe with e-mail we didn't want any written evidence of what we were up to. We finally decided to just chat at the back yard fence when we were sure no one would hear us. 

So for the last month Sandy and I had several innocent looking chats over the fence in our back yards. It began to seem as though we were doomed. Every time Jo was going to be out for the evening Mike was going to be home and when Mike was out Jo was home. It was looking hopeless. But then last weekend Jo told me her mother called and asked if she could drive up this weekend to have dinner with her mother and her sisters. Jo's mother lives about 100 miles from us so Jo would have to spend the night. Jo told me she was going to drive up Friday morning and would start home Sunday afternoon. This gave me Friday and Saturday to work with. If Sandy could get rid of Mike for a few hours during that time we could finally get together. 

I didn't get a chance to talk to Sandy until Monday evening. When I told her that Jo would be away for the weekend Sandy got visibly excited. She said that she would let me know if she could manage to get away from Mike for a few hours during that time. 

When I got home Thursday evening I saw Sandy out in the yard trying to look like she was busy in her flower garden. I gave Jo a kiss and went up to change my clothes. When I came back downstairs I collected the trash and took it outside to the trashcan. I walked around the yard picking up some papers that had blown into the yard and when I got near the fence Sandy appeared on the other side. Actually she was bent over so I couldn't see her and neither could Jo if she looked out the window. As I bent down to pull weeds near the fence Sandy said, "I have great news. Mike is going away for the weekend. He and a couple of his friends from work are leaving tomorrow after work to go to a cabin in the mountains. They are going fishing in a lake up there. I guess we will be alone tomorrow night. I will call you tomorrow at your office." 

As I was getting a hard on just thinking about what was coming, all I could say in reply was "Great!" 

That brings us up to this morning. As I left for work Jo kissed me good-bye and said that she would be leaving for her mother's house around 10:00 AM. I call home at 9:30 and told Jo I loved her and to have a good trip then I called again at 10:30 and got no answer. So the first obstacle was out of the way. 

At four o'clock this afternoon Sandy called and said that Mike had just called her and said that he was on his way to the mountains. Than Sandy asked, "What do you want to do?" 

I suggested that we go out to dinner and then get a motel room. Sandy said, "Dinner sounds good but I don't want to go to a motel room. Let's just come back to my house. A Motel room is so tawdry, while doing it in my own house is just sinful. I like sinful more than tawdry don't you?" 

The way she said it made it sound good to me. So I agreed that we would go back to her house after dinner. Then Sandy said, "I have a surprise for you for later." 

"A surprise. What kind of surprise?" 

"If I tell you it won't be a surprise, will it?" 

I was curious about this surprise but Sandy would say nothing more about it. So I gave up on trying to find out what she had in mind and told her that I would pick her up for dinner at seven o'clock. 

That brings us back to the beginning of this narrative. To refresh your memory Sandy was lying on the bed and I was on the bed with my head between her beautiful legs at the time running my tongue over her panties and enjoying her scent. As I pulled the crotch of Sandy's panties to the side and looked at her pussy for the first time I just for an instant thought of Jo sitting around the table with her mother and sisters. The small bit of guilt that I felt lasted only a few seconds. Then Sandy came back into focus. That is her pussy came into focus. Sandy had a lovely vulva covered with short very fine hair almost like fuzz. I leaned forward and covered the whole mound with my open mouth and I probed her slit with my tongue. As her lips opened for me I was aware that Sandy was already wet with her own excitement. I ran my tongue up and down her slit then I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and teased it with my tongue until I brought her to orgasm. As she shuddered Sandy pulled my face tight against her and rubbed her pussy against my mouth and tongue. 

When Sandy's orgasm ended she let go of my head. Then I got up and removed my shirt and pants. When I climbed back onto the bed Sandy turned toward me so that she could pull my shorts off. Once she had my shorts down she took my hard cock into her mouth and began to send me to heaven with her lips and tongue. She had me on the brink of climax several times but each time she let me recover. After nearly ten minutes of keeping me near orgasm Sandy stopped and said she wanted me inside her. 

Sandy lay back on the bed and I got on top of her and pushed my cock into her hot wet pussy. I started with long slow strokes and Sandy fell into the rhythm with me. We increased our speed and intensity as we both neared release. When I could hold back no longer I exploded inside Sandy, spewing my hot semen into her. My climatic explosion seemed to trigger Sandy's orgasm and she held on to me tightly as she shuddered through an intense orgasm. When it was over we lay holding onto each other. 

As we lay there I asked Sandy, "So what's this surprise you have for me." 

Sandy said, "Not yet. You haven't earned it yet. You need to get inside me again first." 

With that Sandy moved down and started sucking on my soft cock. She continued sucking my cock and licking my balls until my cock was fully recovered and hard enough to drive nails. When she was satisfied that I was hard enough she had me lay on my back and she straddled my hips and guided my cock to her pussy. As she rubbed the head of my cock across her pussy lips I could see my semen dripping from her pussy, down my cock and into my pubic hair. I found this to be a very erotic sight. I continued watching as my cock disappeared inside Sandy's welcoming pussy. 

Sandy rode me vigorously for a while until she began to tire then she pushed her legs back and laid down flat on top of me. We fell into a rhythm that was comfortable for both of us. As Sandy became more aroused she started kissing my face and putting her tongue in my ear then she asked, "Are you ready for your surprise?" 




Just Being Neighborly



I was feeling pretty good by then and the idea that Sandy had something more for me excited me. I said, "I am ready and waiting. What is the surprise?" 

Sandy kissed my ear then she kissed me on the mouth and pushed her tongue inside to play with my tongue. When she broke off the kiss she said, "Remember when I said that Mike was going away for the weekend?" 

I suddenly felt uneasy. "Yes. What about it?" 

"Well, I lied about that. Mike didn't go away." 

Now I was scared. "What do you mean he didn't go away? Where is he? Is he here, in the house?" 

Sandy laughed, "No. He is not in the house. Mike isn't into watching me have sex with other men." 

"Well then, where is he?" 

"Like I said, Mike isn't into watching me have sex with other men. Mike is into having sex with other women. That's what Mike is doing now. He is having sex with another woman." 

"You had me worried. So then, is this, I mean you and me, is this revenge. Are you using me to get even with Mike?" 

Sandy said, "No, not at all. I was telling you the truth when I said I was attracted to you and I wanted to have sex with you." 

"So what? Are you saying that you and Mike have an understanding? You both play around? " 

"Well, yes. But it's more than that. Mike and I help each other." 

I asked, "Help each other how?" 

"Sometimes I help Mike get the woman he's interested in and sometimes he helps me get the man I'm interested in." 

"In this case who helped whom?" 

"This time Mike helped me. I told you I was attracted to you immediately." 

I asked "So how did Mike help. By leaving us alone in the house tonight? Did he do anything else to help?" 

"Giving us time alone in the house is one thing he did but there is more to that then just staying away from the house tonight." 

"What else did he do?" 

"He arranged for you to be able to get out of the house tonight." 

"I said, "What? I got out because Jo went to go visit her mother." 

"Did you talk to Jo's mother?" 

"No, why?" 

"Then how do you know Jo's mother called?" 

"Jo told me?" 

"And you believed her?" 

"Just what are you trying to say?" I asked as my stomach began to do flips. 

"What I am saying is that Mike arranged for Jo to be busy tonight so that you and I could be together." 

I was beginning to get upset, even a little angry. "Where is Mike right now?" 

"Where do you think he is?" 

"How the hell should I know?" 

"Mike is where Jo is." 

That was not what I wanted to hear but was beginning to suspect what Sandy was leading to. I wasn't sure I believed her, or was it that I just didn't want to believe her? "Okay then, where is Jo?" 

"Jo is in your house in your bed having sex with Mike." 

I said, "That can't be. Jo wouldn't do that." 

"Well you said you wouldn't do that, but you did." 

I was desperate now, "I don't believe it." 

Sandy climbed off me and got out of bed and said follow me. I followed Sandy out of the room we had been in, which was the guest bedroom in the front of the house, and into the master bedroom. Sandy closed the doors behind us and led me through the dark room to the windows. Once at the windows Sandy opened the drapes and the blinds. From Sandy's bedroom window we had a view of the back of my house and the windows of my bedroom. It took only a moment to notice that not only were the lights on in my bedroom but the blinds had been raised just enough that I could see the bed. And on the bed I saw my faithful wife Jo, sucking Mike's cock. 

I was stunned to say the least. I didn't know what to do. Should I run over to my house and confront Mike and Jo. But how could I after what Sandy and I had just done. As hard as I tried I could find no way out. I looked and Sandy and said, "My marriage is over. Why did you do this to me?" 

"I told you. I found you attractive. I left the rest up to you. When you said that you wanted to have an affair I told Mike to help me clear the way. It just happened that Mike found Jo to be very attractive so he decided that the best play for him was to seduce her." 

"Why are they in my house. Jo didn't know I wasn't going to be home tonight, or did she?" 

"She didn't know until this afternoon when Mike met her at her motel." 

"Her motel?" 

"Yes. I'm sure they had sex at the motel then went to dinner. At dinner Mike told Jo that you were going to be with me this evening and suggested they go back to your house. Apparently Jo took the news better than you did. I mean look at her work on Mike's cock. She sure doesn't look worried does she? Now you can fuss and fume about Mike and Jo or you can come back to the other room and I'll take care of you the way Jo is taking care of Mike. You should just think of this as a swap of partners for the night. Things will be all right. You two will work things out. Just talk it through. Who knows, you may find that you are both happy that this happened and this may lead to more adventures." 

Sandy turned to leave the room and I looked back toward my house and watched as Jo climbed on top of Mike and guided his cock into her. I don't know what came over me but I went with Sandy back to the other room and made love to her, not once more but twice and slept with her the rest of the night. I decided it was to late to worry about what was going to happen with Jo. I would just have to wait and see how things worked out.



Just Being Neighborly



I would like to Thank MistyMorgan for her editing assistance with this story.

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Mark loves how far Cat will go to fulfill his fantasies. What more could anyone ask for?

Since renovating my house, I love working in my study upstairs. It relaxes me with a nice view when work gets too tedious and I need a break. It makes for a great distraction in the middle of the day, well really anytime of the day. 

I thought of you today over there, Tanning naked outside. Since moving in you do it almost everyday same time of the day. I love watching you; I get hard just at the thought you laying there; you drive me crazy. 

I know you have to know that I watch you. I try to get my work done early, so I can watch and daydream of joining you. Someday I keep telling myself; someday...

You use tanning oil, so you shine all over. As I glance out my window, I catch you lying out again. Stretched out on a lounge chair, eyes closed, face up, and all alone. All that you have on is a gold necklace and an anklet. God that's so sexy! I watch you often since you've moved into the neighborhood. I've decide today is going to be that day!

I wander out my back door crossing the yard I enter your fence quietly moving to stand over you. I cast a shadow; You try to look up at me shielding your eyes with your hand. 

I sheepishly smile and ask if you'd like some company. You say, "Only if you get naked, too."

While taking my shorts and shirt off, you say "Do you always masturbate while watching me?"

A little embarrassed at being caught I say, "Yes, I do, how could I not?" 

I notice while sliding my shorts down you're licking your lips, seeing you do that my cock grows to full mast.

I tell you that you need more oil; looks like you're burning. 

You say,"Okay, but you first." 

You stand up dribbling the oil in your hand to warm it, before rubbing it over my shoulders and down my back.

Your hands are sliding seductively over the cheeks of my ass. Then they travel slowly down my thighs arousing me even more. 

Then You say, "Turn around so I can do your front."

Pouring more oil into your hands, you rub it across my chest, flicking your thumbs over my nipples, causing them to get as hard as my cock is, standing out away from my body. You're so close when it throbs the head brushes against your tummy. 

You work the oil down my stomach. Then you kneel looking up at me andsay, "You need to do my legs,"

My cock is eye level with you. Your pink tongue flicks out of your mouth and licks it. Smiling you say,"No lotion on him," and wink. 

It twitches at the thought. As you give it a few licks and a quick suck making me groan. You let it pop out of your mouth giving it a kiss on the tip and then give me a wicked smirk.

Groaning, I tell you it's your turn. "Roll to your tummy!" 

You pull your long hair up into a pony tail and I start rubbing the oil down your back purposely skipping over your cute ass.

I start working my way up your legs, massaging the oil in. You giggle as I run my fingers in little circles on the ticklish spots behind your knees. 

I also make you squirm, by running my hands up your thighs, kneading them as I oil your skin. Moving up more, I squeeze your ass cheeks as I work the oil in. You feel the heat of my hands sliding over your skin. 

I've fantasized about this for a long while now. My hands on your ass, spreading them wide to see your asshole; your very cute little hole, the way it puckers. You feel the breeze as I part your cheeks; it looks like it's aching to be teased, to be opened up.

I lean forward, and lick up between your cheeks, hearing soft moans escape your lips. I take that as a sign to continue. I spread you a little more. 

Reaching out to touch it with my tongue. This sends a shiver down your body and you spread your legs farther for me.

My hands caress and squeeze your soft skin. I can feel your body quiver under my touch. You gasp as my hot, wet tongue delights and excites you. Leaving you horny and wanting more. Teasing you....

You say, ' MMM Mark, please lick my asshole more; I love how you use your tongue! Since you're begging so well, I do! And I press it into your cute little asshole. 

You squeal saying "MMMM yesss, Baby, pleaseeeee!"

I push my tongue in and out, sending shock waves to your clit. You moan softly, telling me what it's doing to you, making your sweet pussy so hot and wet.

Your moans get more urgent, and in a deep throaty voice you tell me, "Mark, now right now."

You drop your knees over the sides of the lounge. You try lifting your ass up, trying to get more, but I have you pinned to the chair. You try to slide your hand under you to get the relief you so desire. But all you can do is spread yourself wider, and enjoy only as much as I give you.

Then you beg me, "Mark, I need more... Please! I need your finger in my ass. Mmm please use it, while I rub my clit... MMMM". 

Seeing how needy you are, and since you did say please, well I'm always ready to help a lady in distress! I poured a little oil down your crack, and rubbed it around your little asshole getting you ready.

I slide my middle finger in to the first knuckle, you moan an 'Ummm!' I push in to the second knuckle, you groan, as I slide it in the rest of the way. 

I feel your body start to shake with pleasure. I slowly start masturbating your little asshole. You moan again and in a deep whisper cry out. "Mark, ohhhh yessssss.... in heaven...MMMM that's the most I've ever had in there."

And I know that's true; the way your asshole clenches my finger so tight the more excited you get. 

Then you say "Please Mark, I'm so close to cumming, put some oil on your cock; I want you to take my ass... and Baby after I get use to it, I want it hard!" 

I slowly press my cock against your little asshole, watching it stretch to accommodate me. My head pops past your inner ring; you're so tight and I'm hearing no negative groans.

I slowly work my length into you until I'm balls deep. The moans I hear from you are those of pleasure. I pull almost all the way out, then in slow short strokes I work your ass letting you use to it, until I can wait no longer and fuck your sweet ass in full length strokes from the tip to my balls sawing in and out of you; enjoying the

tightness of your luscious buns around my manhood.

Feeling you getting close, your ass sucking me in I pull you to your knees, my hand in the small of your back pushes down gently. Then I grab your hips and I sink my cock in you hard, balls deep. 

Grunting with each thrust as I feel my balls filling knowing it's not far off. You're begging me, "Please, mmm, fuck me harder!" Spurring me on. 

It's not like you need to. The only inspiration I need is watching your ass take me.

Totally mesmerized by your cute little- Oops -a little stretched now asshole! I'm telling you "Take my cock!" as I thrust it hard and deep!

Then I ask "Do you feel me now Baby? I'm deep in that sweet ass of yours. You grunt out,"yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Then you surprise me by asking me to pull out and fuck your pussy, "Fuck it hard! "Fuck me doggie style, ummm I need it so bad! Slam your cock hard in this pussy!" You say, "Your wiggling that cute ass, teasing me and since I've wanted some of that too, I say, No problem!" Since you're so wet I slide in easily, shoving it in as far as I can go. As I'm thrusting I feel your fingers working your clit over, tweaking it, pulling it. As I plow your pussy in long, hard strokes. 

It doesn't take long and your exploding with a massive orgasm, I pull you back onto my cock hard, holding it there deep within you, feeling your pussy spasming on my cock, clenching and releasing with each spasm. Making my balls draw up tight to my body, I give a final few thrusts, you reach under us and give my balls a little squeeze while gently tugging on them, causing me to let out a low growl and cum hard, with spurt after spurt of my hot cum, splashing deep in your hot pussy. Our cum mingled together. Your pussy dripped with girl cum, so much so it's running down the inside of your thighs.

Catching my breath, I started laughing at the mess you've made. You came so hard and so much, the cushion under you was soaked... You ask, What are you laughing at? I tell you to look down. 

You look down then back at me raising an eyebrow.

I say, "Don't look at me like that, that's not my mess!"

You say, "Thank you, for the mess!" Then giggling, I tell you, "You're not blaming me. That's not my cum! My cock is still hard, you drive me crazy!

I start thrusting again, asking you if you're gonna cum again for me. You only nod and moan softly. I

tell you,"I want you to cum now and damn do you! I've never met a woman that cums so much,"

I pull out of you and plop down on the chair next to you pulling you with me on my lap. 

I tell you put your fingers in your pussy to see how wet you are." You Do, and then I tell you to suck your juices off of them. "MMM you are so sexy even when you're doing that."

You laugh saying, " You know me so well, then adding you ought to, as much as you watch me." Then you stick them back in and pull them out, bringing them to my lips for me to sample. I lick each finger before sucking it into my mouth. You pull them from my mouth, leaning in for a soft kiss.

We were so into each other and what we were doing; we didn't realize we weren't alone. That is until we heard a noise and looked up to see your girlfriend just outside the backdoor. 

Just standing there, her panties around her ankles on the ground, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her blouse open and a breast pulled out of her bra. Her fingers were going in and out of her sopping wet pussy, just fucking away, and a dazed look in her eyes. 

She didn't even realize that we were watching her. We hear a loud but throaty moan escape her lips then she came hard. I chuckled and whispered, "She cums just like you!" Her hand covered in girl cum as ran

down her fingers and into her hand. Then she brought them to her lips, licking them, glances up to say, 'MMM finger licking good!'

She says, "You two were sooo hot!' I just had to masturbate, while i was watching you. Then you tell her, "Yea he was sooo good! Just like last time!" And you both giggle. Causing me to blush, then laughed, saying "Thank You Baby."

You say, "Well you are!" Your girl friend came over and sat next to us. Wow how lucky could I get? Not one sexy lady but now two.

She's just the opposite of Cat, my now new neighbor. She's blonde and blue eyed, with smaller breasts than Cat, but they're full and perky, and she's taller with long legs. They're such a nice contrast; I bet they turn heads when they walk in anywhere together.

She leans over and kisses me softly on the lips and pulls back and then grins, while licking her lips. Cat giggles. "recognize the taste?" you ask her. I perk up real quick, saying, "Something you'd care to share with me?" You say, 'well, it's a long story, starting with a night of partying and dancing."

Then you add, "I think I'm going like living nest door to you!' I say "yea," and think, 'I hope it's just the beginning of things to come.'

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Till next time. Thanks for reading Mark's fantasies, and if you enjoyed them please rate them, feedback is always welcomed!!!



Just Being Neighborly



So there was a few years ago in my marriage, that I lived in this duplex. It was in the back streets of a small old neighborhood that was slowly transforming into a Chinatown. Nowadays the transformation is more complete than it was then. Like I said we lived in a duplex. I was 38 then my wife was 32. A little more about us, I am a tall drink of water so they say. 6 feet 4 inches tall lean and hard muscled. My hair has patches of premature silver spread evenly throughout against my mostly black hair. I keep it very short and neat. I wear glasses as I can't stand contacts and don't want anyone coming near me with a laser. My wife is shorter, 5 foot 2 inches, very oriental and in good shape. She is small breasted but has great hips and a nice round ass. 

Our neighbor next door is a young lady around 24 or so living with her 2 year old son. She is a country girl. When I say country, I mean does the whole wrangler/rocky mountain jeans, boots, buckles, hat everything. She is well formed with a little extra padding but in great shape nonetheless. She has long wavy medium brown hair a nice fresh face, often tired from her relentless job as a single mom. Her son's father comes by every so often and does whatever he does. They yell at each other a lot when he's around. 

 My wife, Marie, speaks to her from time to time, as do I but she keeps mostly to herself. I, Dan, don't really chat with her too much. I try to take care of all the outdoor chores around the duplex, including her side of the yard work and looking out for her car. Vicky (short for Victoria) needs the help. So there's a little background, on with the story.

Marie has been homebound since yesterday as her thyroid was removed. Her throat has been in constant pain since the operation. She had taken some pain medication earlier this morning (around 4am) and was sleeping well. I went outside after she finally went to sleep and sat on the front porch step to smoke a cigarette before the day really got going. As I passed around Vicky's front door, I noticed it was wide open and only the storm door was closed. Of course I looked in. As I did I saw her stand up from the bed with a big red dildo in one hand wearing her bra bend over and pulled up her jeans and panties over her naked ass. I turned away for a second and took a long drag on the cigarette, thinking about what I had just seen, even if it was for only a second. I was good and hard now as I realized, Vic was in there getting off with that dildo before she got the kid up and went to work. My cock was straining to get out of my cotton sweat shorts. I heard a noise behind me and turned. Vicky was there at the door looking at me as I smoked. My hard cock, all 7 inches of it stood proudly at attention. It was threatening to bust out the top of my shorts at any second. 

She seemed to hesitate a little as she asked "Care for some coffee? "

I smiled at her and put out the cigarette. As I walked towards her my cock bobbed a little at her and her eyes grew wide open. "Love too. ", was the obvious reply.

She stared at me with her big wide eyes as she opened the door. "Is that because of me?" she asked haltingly. "I mean... ", she was finding it difficult to speak. 

"Yes it is," I replied closing the door. I took her hand and placed it on my covered hard cock. "And I think you and I both know what's next. You didn't want to just have some coffee, did you?" I asked her. She slowly shook her head as her hand started exploring the shape of my cock. "Take it out," I told her. Her mouth opened slightly as her breathing increased. She grasped the waistband and pulled it down over my erection. My cock sprung out to almost a 90 degree angle. It was thick red, purple, and angry hard looking. Vicky let out a low moan as her skin came in contact with it. "Suck on it for me baby, you know you want to." I told her as I guided her shoulders down till she was on her knees staring at it a mere inch or two from her face. She looked up at me as I grasped the back of her head and guided my cock towards her lips. Vicky groaned loudly as I pressed on and pushed the fat cockhead into her mouth and slowly eased it deeper into her mouth. She seemed stunned as it went deeper and deeper until it was all the way in and caressing her throat. All of a sudden she let out a muffled grunt, as her ass started wiggling on the ground. It looked like she was cumming. She tried pushing me back and out of her mouth. I wasn't having any of that. I took her hair in both my hands and pushed my meat back in her mouth and out again, I slowly fucked her mouth. With every push in she groaned hard around my cock, sending sweet vibrations up and down my shaft. She kept trying to push me out of her mouth but I kept my throbbing dick there. After some five minutes of this I popped my cock out of her mouth, with an appreciative smile and moan of my own.

"Oh my God!! What the fuck are you doing?! I can't do this! Get the fuck out of here before I scream!" she hissed.

"Oh you'll be doing some screaming, alright, but it won't be like you think it is," I replied. As she protested I grabbed her with one hand around her neck, spun her, and pushed her with the other into her bedroom. My cock was glistening with her spit, angry looking, and ready to fuck anything. She tried to struggle away from me as I gave her a final shove onto the bed. I grasped my cock and pointed it at her, "You are going to finish what you started you little slut." Vicky leaned back showing some small amount of fear on her face, and something else. "Get those fucking pants off." I told her. She hurriedly popped them open and shimmied out of her tight ass Rocky Mountains. I glanced around the room as she did, finding her toy standing up near the bedside table. Impatient, I reached down and whipped her pants the rest of the way from her legs, grabbed both sides of the tails on her button down blouse and ripped upwards. Buttons flew everywhere as she cried out. I popped the front of her bra in one quick motion and her heaving 36c tits rolled out. I noticed the crisp hardness of her nipples as I reached down and literally ripped her white cotton no nonsense panties off her ass. She looked absolutely amazing in her heat before me. 

From her: 

I lay there in the tatters of my clothes, my pussy flowing nonstop as I looked up at him and his proud hard cock. My nipples ached for attention and soon received it as Dan pinched them both as he pulled me by them towards his waiting beautiful cock again. I groaned loudly as he shoved that hard dick between my lips again. He started fucking my mouth like before. It was a struggle to breathe as my tongue slithered around it, savoring it, tasting, it, loving it. Finally he stopped; I was so tired already from my struggle for breath. He grabbed my ankles in one hand and pulled my legs up towards my head as far as he could. And then I felt it. His engorged cock was grazing the outside of my dripping pussy. He was teasing me with it. My body started jerking towards it, like it had a mind of its own. My mind was on fire for trying to get that magnificent cock in my needy pussy.

"Please," I begged him over and over "Put it in, please fuck my pussy, I need to get fucked so bad" and he did. I felt like I had been struck by some insane cattle prod as his gorgeous cock hammered into me over and over. I moaned and cried out as he jack hammered it in me relentlessly. His sweat dripped on me as I felt his balls slapping my asshole. I put both my hands on each of my asscheeks and stretched to try and get more of him in me. Oh my God I was being such a slut. He took one hand and brought it up to his face and sucked in a finger as he fucked me. It was so erotic watching him. Then he brought it back down to my ass and growled at me to put it in my asshole. I hesitated, and he slapped my ass, hard! It stung and I quickly unthinkly shoved my finger in my asshole and I literally exploded in a moaning groaning orgasm. My body bucked and spasmed underneath him. My pussy clenched tightly on his cock. I could feel my ass clenching my finger like a little cock as my orgasm raged through me. I came to my senses as I felt my body being moved. He had flipped me over, and was continuing to fuck my poor swollen pussy. I had caught my second wind by this time and felt somewhat more in control of myself as his sweat dripped across my back with every stroke. I shook my ass at him as he fucked me so good and hard.

And then CRACK, a hard so painful sting across one of my asscheeks, then the other CRACK as his hand stung my ass over and over as he fucked me so hard. I was crying as he speared me with his raging cock. Then of a sudden he penetrated my pussy deeper than ever and leaned over my back. He pulled my hair back as he trailed bites and kisses down my neck and back. 

"MMMMMM YES, "I kept saying over and over. I was grabbing sheets and stuffing them in my mouth as he bit and kissed me, pulled my hair from side to side and ground his cock deep in my cunt. Ahhhhh God this is what I needed so bad....And then it was out.

"NOOOOO "I cried "PUT IT BACK oh please" I whimpered he pulled my face up to his cock by my hair and shoved it in my mouth. I could taste my pussy and his hot hot cock in my mouth again. I groaned in frustration around it sending shivers through his body. He moved and then I felt something on my dripping well fucked cunt. It was my dildo and he was shoving it in. "NO I WANT YOUR COCK," I hissed angrily at him, trying to dislodge it. He started spanking my ass again as his hot slimy cock slapped in time on my face. After a couple minutes of this he started spitting on my asshole. At first it didn't register what he was doing or why, and then it did. Oh shit he was going to fuck my ass. "OH God, Oh NO, please don't please don't I've never done that I can't do it"

I begged him. 

He mashed my face down in the bed as his cock stroked the outside of my asshole. I tried to push away from him but he was too strong. Then the burning. The pain, The penetrating heat of his fucking dick as it went slowly in my ass. I was screaming in the sheets as he eased it in. It went in slow slow like a rod of hot steel going in my ass. My pussy fluttered and spasmed around my dildo. My ass clenched and unclenched around his dick. It quit hurting so bad. He started fucking the dildo in and out of my pussy. It rubbed deliciously against the real cock in my ass. Oh God I was starting to like this. I was sobbing, tears running down my face, as I moaned "I want to get f-f-fucked " 

And fuck me he did. Like a titan moving the earth and heavens his cock started slowly to pump in and out of my ass as his hand pistoned the dildo in and out of my throbbing pussy. I was feeling really good and used like some sex crazed whore by now. I became delirious as he let go the dildo and started hammering that fucking cock in my ass over and over. 

"Oh MY GOD, DON"T STOP DON"T STOP I started crying, His hands reached under me and pulled both my nipples hard, stretching my tits. I felt like a huge tidal wave washed over me, drowning me as my orgasm crashed through me. The dildo shot out of my spasming pussy and I sprayed cum all over my thighs and the bed. He ripped his cock out of well fucked asshole and spun me over. I looked up in amazement, pleasure, pain fear, awe, as his cock erupted spewing violent hot ropes of cum all up and down my body. It scalded me where it landed. I felt like he and were cumming forever as gooey sticky cum splattered on my tits, face, stomach and pussy. And then I passed out.

I heard voices. I looked up. Looked around me. "Oh shit, "I thought, "looks like I've been fucking a goddam bachelor party. I heard Dan's voice outside and some small laughter. I heard my ex-husband out there with him. Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit I kept saying as I scrambled madly trying to clean up from ....Oh God that was hot...Oh shit oh shit oh shit......

Fin



Just Being Neighborly



I lost my home to my ex-wife in a nasty divorce several years back, living in an apartment for the past few years. I hated losing the independence of being able to do what I wanted to do with my property and having the privacy I once had, so I figured it was time to take the plunge and become a homeowner once again.

I'm only 32 years old, have a great position in a financial firm, easily earning six figures a year. This qualified me for just about any place I wished to purchase. Luckily, my ex-wife and I had no children together so I had no child support or alimony to pay monthly either, freeing me up to make large purchases. I had little debt, owned my own car outright and was very responsible financially.

I began my search early in the spring, living in a small town in North Carolina, looking to purchase something in a rural area close to work. I had hoped to find something within an easy commute, hopefully ten miles or so at the most.

A friend of mine dabbled in real estate part time and knew exactly what I was looking for, just a modest home with a little land to work with, a swimming pool would be nice too.

It didn't take long for my friend Steve to call me, saying he had found the perfect place, located just four and a half miles from my work. Steve made an appointment with the sellers to show the house later that evening.

Steve stopped by my apartment to give me a ride so we could chat about the property on the way.

"Hey Jim, great to see you. Jump in!" Steve said, his window rolled down.

I slid in and buckled up, admiring his car.

"Very nice Steve, I take it this pays well," I said.

"Not bad, but it's just a second job and pays for my toys," Steve said proudly as I continued admiring his new BMW.

"Tell me about this place," I said.

"Well, I've only been in it once but from what I saw, it's a gem. It's only two years old, has a great swimming pool, three bedrooms, two baths, sits on 5 acres and has a man cave to die for. There's two two car garages and a great deck off the master bedroom as well. They're only asking $250,000 as they need to sell, the owners are going through a divorce. I know you know what that's like. I think you'll love this place!" Steve said.

"Sounds perfect but we'll see," I said. 

Within minutes we were pulling into the driveway. The place had great curb appeal, lined with shrubs, a well-manicured lawn and flowers scattered around the property. A large oak tree stood in the front yard and I could detect a fence out back, surely surrounding the swimming pool.  There were homes on each side but at a comfortable distance away. So far, everything looked perfect.

We stopped at the front entrance, exiting Steve's shiny new Beemer. He slid the key into the lock and opened the door. We entered and everything was as expected, the kitchen and bathrooms were modern and immaculate, the bedrooms were spacious and tastefully done, the living room was huge with nice hardwood floors and the man cave was better than I could have imagined. It had a pool table, refrigerator, pinball machine, bar, flat screen, surround sound and card table.

"Wow, this place is great, where do I sign?" I said.

"Not so fast, let's check out the grounds," Steve said.

The sliding glass doors in the living room led to an amazing in-ground pool, surrounded by a privacy fence. The pool was 20 by 60 feet, not huge but just perfect. On the pool deck sat a gorgeous redwood hot tub. Next to the pool was a pool house with a changing room.

"Does the spa come with the house?" I asked.

"What you see is what you get," he answered. "Even everything in the man cave stays with the house!'

We went out the gate and inspected the rest of the 5 acres of property. Then I saw her, the neighbor lady. She was mowing the lawn next door, wearing only a bikini, her big tits just bouncing and swaying as she maneuvered the tractor vigorously. She was gorgeous with long flowing red hair, nice firm tits, probably enhanced as they were round and didn't sag or move like natural tits. She was very fit as well, surely she worked out regularly.

As I inspected closer, I noticed her husband trimming the hedges. He was no slouch either, wearing only a pair of shorts with no shirt. You could tell he'd spent a few hours a week in the gym as well.

I loved the house and the neighbors looked hot, to me this was a no-brainer.

"Let's make an offer," I said to Steve, anxious to get in the car and get it done.

"OK, let's go to my office and write one up."

We drove to Steve's office and drew up the paperwork, offering $230,000 to buy the home. The offer was accepted the next day. It took about two months for everything to get done before I had a closing date in two weeks. I couldn't wait!!!

The closing went as planned and moving day was a breeze, I invited over a bunch of friends and supplied pizza and beer to my helpers. It took all day to get moved in but by 9PM I sat in my recliner in my new living room staring at the piles of boxes to unpack.

I was exhausted, drifting off, and hardly noticed the knock on the door, at least I thought there was a knock. Then the knock came again, jumping me out of my chair. I couldn't imagine who it might be. I opened the door and was greeted by the guy who was working in the yard the day I inspected the home.

"Hi Neighbor, my name is Hank, I'm your neighbor. Thought you might like a bite to eat after a hard day's work," he said,

"Come in , please," I said. "Thank you so much. Is everyone in this neighborhood this friendly?"

"Most are I guess, some are even more friendly," Hank said.

"I saw you and your wife working when I came to look at the house," I said, making small talk.

"Oh, that wasn't my wife. That's my sister, she lives with us. She just got divorced and needed a place to stay. I'll introduce you to her and my wife tomorrow if you like," he said.

"Great, thank you," I said, thinking back to how attracted I was to his sister.

Hank stayed for just a few minutes and left me with the sandwiches he brought. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't hungry as we ate pizza already with the moving gang. I put the sandwiches in the fridge and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed.

The shower felt wonderful, easing the tired muscles I hadn't used in a while. I hadn't put any curtains up in any of the rooms and soon realized that the bathroom window faced Hank's house. I stood in front of the window drying off and could see a figure in one of Hank's windows and could have sworn someone was watching me with binoculars, it looked like a female.

This excited me, even though I was exhausted, and my cock started getting hard. The person was still looking as I continued toweling off. This was turning me on so I made sure to give them something to look at, I was proud of my nine inch cock and never missed a chance to be a bit of an exhibitionist. I stood sideways, giving her a perfect view as I stroked my cock dry with the towel, making sure to take the towel away several times to give her the full view. After a few minutes, she disappeared and I went to bed. I was asleep within seconds.

The next morning I awoke, not knowing for a minute where I was. I had a quick bowl of cereal, then decided to check out the water in the pool. I had always wanted a place where I could take a morning swim. I put on a pair of trunks and got right in, enjoying the pleasantly warm water. 

My mind wandered as I thought about the lady in the window watching me last night. My cock grew again. Damn, I needed to get fucked, it had been so long.

"Good morning neighbor, enjoying your new pool?" a female voice shouted.

I looked toward the gate, there stood the same lady who was in the window the night before, Hank's sister.

"Hi there, my name's Janet. I'm your new neighbor, I think you already met my brother Hank."

"Yes, I did. Pleased to meet you. My name is Jim, would you like to join me for a swim?"

"Sure, I'll have to go back to the house and get a bathing suit. I'll be right back."

She was back within just a few minutes, appearing at the gate wearing a tiny yellow string bikini, not leaving much to the imagination. As she entered the pool, I couldn't take my eyes off her gorgeous tits, definitely enhanced, big and round with perky nipples nicely outlined against the thin material. She was a lean redhead. She was also very good looking with full, sensuous lips, the type most men crave to see wrapped around their cocks. Her skin was very light and speckled as a true redhead would be. She had deep green eyes, the type that almost looked fake they were so beautiful and bright.

"The water is so warm," she said, slowly stepping down the ladder into the pool. "Must be nice."

"Well, it's one of the reasons I bought this place. I've always wanted my own pool and this one's heated so I can use it most of the year," I said.

"I am so white. If I had this in my yard I'd definitely have a nice tan and spend a lot of time getting my exercise swimming instead of running back and forth to the gym," Janet said.

"You are most welcome to use my pool any time, if I'm home or not," I said.

"You are so sweet but I wouldn't think of it, intruding upon your privacy."

"Believe me, you're a sight to behold. I'd be pleased to see you hang around the pool whenever you liked. It's been a long time since I've had someone as beautiful as you are as a visitor. My apartment didn't have much to offer in the way of entertaining. My ex-wife got the house and I've been waiting to be able to afford one of my own for a while."

"Would you like to tell me about your ex?" she asked. "I know what it's like. I just got divorced too."

"I'd rather not, honestly. Things just didn't work out so we split up. I have no regrets though, it's just another chapter in my life. We were lucky there were no kids involved, made the break-up a lot easier," I said. "Enough about me, tell me about yourself."

"There's not a lot to tell. I guess I lead a pretty boring life. I'm divorced, no kids, 23 years old and just finished college. I work as a financial consultant with a decent firm and do alright, very boring work but it's pays well. I expect to have most of my student loans payed off soon so I can purchase a place of my own. I live with my brother and his wife for now, they've been so good to me. I have become very close to my sister, she's a sweetheart, you'll like her."

"I met her husband, Hank yesterday. He seems like a great guy," I said.

"Hank is at work, I took the week off to help his wife with her sister's upcoming wedding. I'm sure she'd love to come over for a dip if the weather keeps getting hotter. You may become a very popular guy if you keep inviting people over for a swim with an impending heat wave," Janet said. "Would you like for me to bring something over for lunch and introduce you to my sister, Kate? She'd probably like to take a break from all the planning and take a mid-day dip in the pool if you wouldn't mind."

"That would be great, the more the merrier!" I said enthusiastically.

"OK, I'll give her a call."

Janet called her using her cell phone and Kate said she'd be over in an hour or so. This was turning out to be a nice day with female company to keep me entertained.

"I think there are a few floats in the pool house if you'd like to float for a bit. I'll go check," I said, kind of hoping to get a better look at her nice melons.

I found several pool floats and inflated them with my electric tire pump. Soon we were both on the floats, basking in the sun. If only Janet could have seen my eyes behind my dark sunglasses as I checked her out. She had a magnificent body. I hadn't realized it but my cock had discovered how sexy she was too and was growing by the moment. I clumsily tuned over on the float, trying to get repositioned on my stomach but upended the float, feeling like a fool as I fell into the water.

"Need some help getting back on your float?" Janet asked.

"I think I can manage," I said, embarrassed by my clumsiness.

"I'll help anyway," Janet said as she flipped off her float. Her bikini top almost came off as she resurfaced, exposing a nipple.  Her top didn't cover much anyway. She discreetly tucked herself back in as she steadied my float.

"Sorry about that little wardrobe malfunction, this suit doesn't allow too much movement without exposing something. You can get back on now," Janet said as she held my float in place.

"I think I'll just stay in the water now, you're little mishap got me a little excited, if you know what I mean," I said.

"Damn, didn't mean for that to happen. Has it been a while since you've seen a woman?"

"Well, I see women every day but few as sexy as you and certainly don't get flashed ever. It's been a long time since I've seen a naked breast, sorry," I said.

"If you'd prefer, I can just remove my top altogether. I love swimming topless."

She removed her skimpy little top and tossed it onto the pool deck, revealing her exquisite melons. My cock sprung to attention, luckily it was under the water's surface so Janet couldn't see. Her tits were magnificent, firm, round and perfectly shaped. Topped off with two perfect, erect little buds for nipples.

"Now you can get back on your float,"Janet said.

"Oh, no way in Hell now," I said, squirming and trying not to stare.

"Suit yourself," she said, getting back onto her float, tit side up. "If it really bothers you, I'll put my top back on. I'm not coming on to you, I really do like being topless. Hell, I paid a lot of money for these things and don't mind showing them off."

"I can see why, they are magnificent!" I said.

"Thank you, you look pretty damn hot yourself," Janet said.

"I think I'll get some sun on the deck for a bit if it's OK with you," I said.

"Of course, it's your house!" she said.

Just then her sister walked through the gate, announcing herself, "Hi guys, am I breaking something up here?" Kate asked, noticing Janet being topless.

"No, my top fell of so I just left it off, this is our new neighbor, Jim."

"Hello Jim, are you sure you don't mind having company today?" Kate asked.

"Oh no, who wouldn't want two beautiful ladies to join him in the pool?" I said.

Kate was very pretty, probably ten years older then Janet but a natural beauty. She was blonde, blue eyes, tall, thin and nice average sized tits, maybe a b or c cup. She looked great though, wearing her very attractive one piece bathing suit. My mind went right to the gutter, imagining myself with both of these women at the same time. I grabbed a towel and placed it in my lap, covering my crotch just in case the little guy decided he wanted to rise on me without warning.

"Janet, do you ever wear your top swimming any more?" Kate asked.

"I try not to too often," she answered. "Besides, Jim likes them!"

"Who wouldn't! I might just have to have mine done too," Kate said, looking toward me.

"I think you look great just the way you are," I said.

"Are you already checking out my tits?" Kate asked me.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that," I said.

"That's too bad, nobody looks at me anymore," Kate said. "I must be losing my charm ans sex appeal."

"No, not at all. You're both very sexy, beautiful women," I said.

"Why thank you. You're a hot hunk yourself. How did we get so lucky to have you move in next to us. It's too bad I'm married or I'd make a play for you," Kate said.

"Hey Sis, I saw him first. Why don't you go make some drinks or something. You're married to my brother. I'm the single one here!" said Janet.

I just sat back enjoying the banter as they teased me, flirting and making suggestive comments.

"I have to admit, I like this!" I said.

"I thought so, you placed that towel in your lap pretty quickly. How about getting rid of that thing," Janet suggested.

"I don't think I should. You ladies have me just a bit excited. I told you, it's been a long time."

"Hmm, just how long are we talking?" Kate asked, adjusting her one-piece so I could see more cleavage.

"I'd rather not say, let's just say a while."

"OK, let's get back in the water then," Janet said.

'I'm taking my top off too then, but I'll have to skinny dip. Don't you dare tell your brother!" Kate said.

"I won't but I'm going to skinny dip too then. I think Jim should too," Janet said.

"I don't think so," I said, getting quickly into the water as my shorts bulged, showing my growing erection.

The two ladies got naked and jumped into the water, approaching me. I stood motionless as they each grabbed the waistband of my shorts, trying to tug them down. I held firm, not letting them go.

Someone's hand went under the waistband of my suit, firmly grasping my cock, lifting it up as the other person pulled the shorts down while I was distracted.

"There, we got them. Very nice package too!" Kate said.

"Hey Sis, you're married. You can't do that!" Janet said. "But I can!"

Two hands grabbed my growing erection and started stroking up and down, those hands belonged to Janet..

"Very nice!" she said.

"Not fair, I want some too. I have enough on you that you better not say anything to your brother either!"

They were both fondling me, their fingers wrapped around my shaft and fondled my balls. I knew of nothing else to do other than just stand there and take it like a man.

"Let's give our new neighbor a nice housewarming gift, US!" Kate said as her fingers molested my shaft. "I can't imagine a sexier neighbor living next door. What a nice cock!"

"Let's not wear him out the first day Sis. But, I would like to get him out of the water and get a look at that great cock of his, just for a bit, then we'll behave ourselves," Janet said, pulling me along by my cock, leading me to the ladder.

The ladies practically pushed me up the ladder, their hands cupped my ass cheeks as they guided me up and out of the water. We were all standing on the deck, dripping wet as their hands continued exploring my shaft. I was in such shock that I just stood still, hooking an arm around the shoulder of each woman to balance myself. Janet turned my head toward hers, guiding my lips to hers, parting them slightly as we kissed.

Kate dropped to her knees and started running her tongue up and down the length of my swelling shaft, now fully erect and throbbing.

My kiss with Janet intensified, our tongues exploring each others mouths, my chest now heaving in excitement. Kate's lips were stretched around the head of my cock, sucking and licking as I oozed and twitched. 

"Go lay down on the lounger stud," Janet said.

Kate released my cock and stood, guiding me toward the lounger as I settled down onto it, pushed back by Janet as they both focused on my cock, it was now bouncing and throbbing against my stomach. I watched in amazement as the ladies knelt on each side of me, their hands already sliding up and down my shaft.

"Are you comfortable?" Kate asked, staring at my cock.

"Oh yes, this is so nice," I panted.

"Just let us sample you just a little, we'd like for you to consider this your house warming gift," Janet 

said.

As the words were escaping Janet's lips, Kate's lips were stretched around the head of my cock. Her tongue devouring my salty discharge, dipping into the slit, already leaking and oozing. Janet joined her, running her tongue up and down my shaft, touching her sister's mouth as she plunged downward. Janet gently held my balls, lifting them upward in her palms, then licked and sucked each testicle into her mouth, one at a time.

My entire shaft had almost completely disappeared into Kate's mouth, she was making deep, gagging, gargling sounds as she tried to force me entirely down her throat. Her moans and gagging were driving me over the edge. She couldn't take it all though as I had swollen to my full nine inches, few women could take it all.




Just Being Neighborly



"Let me have some of that Sis!" Janet said. "I'll show you how it's done!"

Kate came up, whimpering and moaning, but did let Janet take over. Janet immediately stretched her lips around the head, plunging downward. My cock disappeared as she slid downward. She never gagged, all I could hear was her moaning and gulping as she opened her throat and milked my entire length as she devoured me.

Kate slid up, her lips and tongue now exploring mine as I grunted and moaned in appreciation. Janet easily held my cock deep within her throat, her muscles milking the head, the suction and feeling quickly making me lose control. Kate's kissing was so passionate that it was difficult concentrating on one thing at a time.

Janet slid upward, releasing my shaft, rubbing the saliva covered head between her huge tits, then stimulating her nipples with it.

"I Have to feel that nice cock of yours in me," Janet said, positioning herself over me as she held my cock toward her moist pussy, rubbing the head between the lips of her pussy. Her huge tits were beautiful and I really wanted to suck them but Kate was still kissing me. I turned my head away, just enough to escape the lips of Kate, then I took Janet's nipple into my mouth.

Her nipples were erect little buds, perfect for sucking. I had one hand on Janet's tit and one on Kate's. They were so different in size and firmness but both fantastic.

Janet closed her eyes as she slid my cock into her, tilting her head back, moaning. Kate's lips joined mine, sucking Janet's other nipple as my cock filled her. Kate's hand cupped my balls as Janet rested in my lap, my cock completely inside her wet pussy.  Janet sat motionless in my lap except for the slight trembling as she came quietly, clutching my shoulders.  I lifted upward, driving my cock deeper into her as Kate pushed my balls into the folds of her dripping pussy. 

After she came, she starting rising and falling on my shaft, Kate had let go of my balls and stood over my face, inviting me to taste her nectar. I didn't hesitate lifting my head enough to plunge my tongue into her pussy. She was so wet, almost dripping and immediately shook, clutching my head in her hands, driving my tongue deep inside her as she soaked my face, cumming hard.  She screamed as she soaked my face during her immense orgasm.

Janet plunged up and down my shaft, almost lifting off each time, this sensation made me lose control, my orgasm started as I felt my balls tighten. My cock swelled as I pushed upward into her, my eruption was about to explode, that feeling as my ass tightened, almost puckering as the sperm shot it's way up through the shaft. I grunted and yelled as my first stream shot into her pussy, I clutched her tiny hips, not letting her have control. I drove into her, slamming her up and down by her hips like a rag doll as I emptied into her, splashing her with each jet of cum I pushed out. I came so much, it had been so long, my cum was oozing out her pussy, coating my thighs with my own creamy semen.

As I continued flowing into her pussy, Kate's fingers caressed my thighs, smearing my sticky cum all over, including my balls. I continued emptying into Janet, stream after stream of gooey cum filled her, exploding from my shaft. It was such an intense orgasm that lasted as long as any I've had. I squeezed the final few spurts of cum upward, settling my ass back down as my orgasm finished.

Janet rested on me, her huge tits sandwiched between us. Kate continued smearing the cum between my legs as she kissed my neck and fondled my slick balls.

"That was incredible," I panted, feeling like a rag doll.

"Welcome neighbor, hopefully not the last time I hope," Janet said.

"I wish I could have fucked you too but not without my husband here," Kate said. "We've had a few men join us and I will certainly mention wanting to have you join us."

"I've never done that but would be up for it," I said.

"How about me?" Janet asked.

"Oh, you can come any time!" I said.

Janet slid off my flaccid shaft, releasing a trail of slimy cum as my cock flopped out of her pussy. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up, leaving the towel in my lap afterward. We sat around chatting for a bit before Kate had to go back to her house, expecting her husband to return any minute.

"Don't you dare mention this to your brother!" Kate said as she walked away.

"I won't Sis, maybe we can do this again," Janet said.

"I'd love to," I said. "Want to get back in the pool Janet?"

"Sure!" she said as she turned and jumped in, still naked.

I enjoyed her company for the rest of the day, fucking her again later that evening, this time in my bed. We became great friends, more fuck buddies than anything as I wasn't searching for a relationship. 

I won't say whether or not I got together with Kate and her husband, that's another story. If you'd like to hear about that one, let me know in you comments! 



Just Being Neighborly



Rita logged onto Craigslist, clicked on "Casual Encounters," filled out the required information, then sat back and thought about how exactly her ad should read. 

She already knew that "women seeking men" got more hits than any other category. But since there were so many semen hunters out there—women who loved to suck cock and eat the fruits of their labors—her ad had to be enticing enough to attract even the fussiest connoisseur of bukkake. 

Rita took a deep breath, then began typing. 

"WHERE HAVE ALL THE BAD BOYS GONE?" 

"Flirty, curvaceous blond with cupcake tits, a rock-and-roll caboose, and dynamite legs seeks pro-sex sperm donors for backyard bukkake. Must be cut, clean, disease-free and multi-orgasmic. No druggies, winos, or geriatrics (sorry Dad). Looks, race, or body type not important; stamina is. My goal: to become absolutely drenched from head to toe in your secret sauce. Yum! Refreshments provided. Safe suburban environment. All parties sworn to discretion. Send particulars, and let's get this party started!!" 

The ad seemed a little wordy, but Rita hit "submit" on her computer screen and immediately felt her pulse quicken. Jesus, she'd actually gone and done it! She'd invited a posse of strange men to her modest stucco tract house so that they could violate her naked body with what she hoped would be oodles of warm, syrupy cum. The very thought caused her to shiver with pleasure. 

But what would the neighbors think? Well, who gave a fuck? There was no brow-beating Home Owner's Association to worry about. And besides, she was a free, white, thirtyish single female with a healthy libido, and she had every right to express it in whatever way she chose. So there. 

Hell, she might even tell Jan, her next-door neighbor, just to get a rise out of her. Poor thing, her husband Tom was cut down in that stupid Afghanistan war and was now confined to a wheelchair. Jan had confided to Rita that she could still get him off with her mouth or her hand, but when it came to getting something for herself she was left to her own devices—the kind that took double-A batteries. 

So maybe she should invite Jan to the party! How hot would that be if the two of them, conventional suburbanite women who paid taxes, put out the flag on holidays, and kept their lawns neatly groomed, got defiled inside a circle of masturbating horn dogs? Corrupting the neighbor lady would only add to the excitement! 

... 

Rita couldn't sleep that night, even after rubbing one off, which usually did the trick. She was too keyed up by the fantasy she'd created, and though she'd vowed not to check her email inbox until the following day, she felt like a kid at Christmas unable to wait for Santa. 

Would anyone actually answer her ad? Or was her idea too twisted for even the horniest guys out there? Fuck it, she had to find out. 

At 4:00 a.m. she fired up the computer and braced herself for rejection. But what she found instead was just the opposite—her inbox was overflowing with responses! There really was a Santa Claus! 

Her eyes darted across the screen, trying to take in everything at once. Some men asked if they could fuck her, but only after she was covered in semen. Other men wanted to piss on her while she sucked cock. The idea intrigued her, but it wasn't part of the plan. 

There were even a few guys whose only interest was in licking up all the ejaculate from her body when the party was over. These guys were clearly unclear on the concept. This was her kink, not theirs. 

Rita even got replies from a few women. While her heart hammered in her chest and she felt herself becoming moist underneath her flimsy nightie, she read them. Most asked if they could join in, and congratulated her for her sex-positive, go-girl initiative. A few asked if they could simply sit on the sidelines and bring themselves to orgasm while they watched. 

One crusty old broad who identified herself as "Granny Pervert" asked if the guys could cum a second time into a pair of her double-wide panties, which she wanted to wear all the next day. Go granny! 

All told, Rita counted 137 replies, and the ad wasn't even a day old! Assuming that she could weed out the creeps and weirdoes and impotent pretenders, that still left plenty of men to reach her goal of two dozen. 

Twenty-four men playing with themselves in her own backyard—what a trip! She closed her eyes and with growing arousal imagined the scene that she hoped would play out on her lush lawn inside her high fences. The sun would be shining. The birds would be chirping. And a shitload of sexed-up men would be grunting and groaning and crying out as they came on her face. 

Mother, Rita thought, you've raised a very dirty girl. 

... 

The following day Rita asked Jan over for coffee and croissants. She was anxious to let her neighbor in on her debaucherous plan, but she needed to gauge the woman's temperature first. If Jan ran as hot as Rita did it would be smooth sailing. If not, then she would have to take matters—and multiple cocks—into her own hands. 

"You've invited how many strange men to your house? And what the heck is bukkake anyway? Is that like croquet or something?" 

Rita laughed. "Jan, honey, when is the last time you've been seriously fucked, and I mean fucked damn well?" 

Jan choked on her coffee. "I don't see how that's any of your business. Besides, ever since Tom's injury I haven't even had time to think about, you know, doing it." 

"Bullshit," Rita said, smiling pleasantly as she took Jan's hand. "We're no different than men. We have desires. We have urges. That's why I want you to come to my party. You of all people deserve it, girl." 

"To your bukkake party? I'm sorry, but I still don't know what that is." 

"Don't watch much porn, huh? Let me ask you something, Jan, woman to woman." 

"What?" Jan said, looking visibly uncomfortable. 

"Do you like semen? Now before you answer, I'm not talking about the thimbleful of spunk you probably milk from Tom's cock. No offense intended. No, what I'm talking about is getting marinated in so much sperm that you stick to the lawn furniture." 

Jan looked at Rita with open-mouthed disbelief. "You can't be serious. You mean that's the reason you've asked all those men over?" 

"Pretty incredible, huh? And get this—one's a cop and one's a firefighter. Wouldn't you love to see some firehouse hottie wanking off while you're sucking the cock of officer whoever?" 

"This is insane, Rita. You're insane. These guys could be criminals or rapists. Or pimps looking to kidnap you! You can't trust anyone online these days." 

Rita took a sip of her coffee, then crossed her tanned legs and gazed out the sliding glass door into the backyard. "Right out there, Jan," she said, gesturing toward her well-manicured lawn, which was surrounded by a beautiful rose garden. "That's where it's all going to happen. Think of it. You and I stretched out on lawn chairs looking downright fuckable as the boys come filing in through the gate." 

Jan was silent for a long moment, but her prurient curiosity had been piqued. "They'll be nervous, won't they? They'll be looking around to see if they've been set up, maybe even caught in an FBI sting." 

"Yes Jan," Rita said. "There hearts will be pounding. Beads of perspiration will be running down their necks. But despite all that their cocks will already be swelling and pressing against their flies, and the lure of hot, filthy sex with a couple of wanton women will be too powerful to resist." 

Jan sighed longingly. "We'll watch them undress, won't we?" 

"Hell yes!" Rita said. "We'll ogle the fuck out of them. And who knows, maybe you and I will already be naked. And maybe we'll even be masturbating while we watch them peel off their clothes. Do you know what the sight of a masturbating woman does for a man's cock? It's visual Viagra!" 

Jan had closed her eyes and was imagining all the vile, degrading things she and Rita could do and have done to them. "Yes, she said. "Go on." 

Rita put down her coffee cup and stood abruptly. "I can't. Talking about this is just too difficult because I'm... I'm just so fucking..." 

"Horny?" Jan said. "I know. I am, too. I thought after Tom got hurt that I'd learn to live without sex, but right now you've got me so wet that I'm going right home and have that invalid husband of mine eat me out from his wheelchair." 

"Well hello kitty! Then I'll see you on Wednesday? Around one? You do enjoy the feel of a warm, throbbing, spurting penis in your mouth, don't you?" 

Jan giggled. "In high school when we used to suck guys off under the bleachers and let them cum in our mouths, we called it cock gravy. And every guys cum tasted different. Once we even had this party where the girls were blindfolded and had to guess whose cock belonged to which cum." 

"Why you filthy little tramp," Rita said. "You were born for bukkake Now all you have to on Wednesday is make yourself pretty, tell Tom that you're going to a Tupperware party, then come on over and we'll drive the little boys wild." 

... 

Tuesday night was another sleepless one for Rita. She tossed and turned, thinking about the day's events to come. Had she chosen well? She was pretty sure she'd eliminated the losers, like the guys who sent her pictures of their junk. Not that she didn't love looking at them, but it seemed a little too look-at-me presumptuous. 

And what about Jan? Was she totally invested in the fantasy, or had Rita's cock talk only gotten her momentarily hot-and-bothered? It was probably a good idea that she had called Jan and asked her to come over at 11 a.m. instead of 1 p.m. 

"Why so early?" Jan had asked, sounding more eager than Rita had expected. 

"Well, not that we need any mood enhancers, but I thought we could shave each other's pussys to get our juices flowing. Just think of it as a sisterly bonding act." 

Jan didn't immediately respond, but Rita could hear heavy breathing over the phone. Finally she said, "You're scandalous. You're very immoral. And what's weird is that I'm starting to like that about you." 

"So I'll see you around eleven-ish?" 

"I'll be there. And I'll bring my own razor." 

... 

By Wednesday noon everything appeared ready. After showering together Rita and Jan took turns sitting their fleshy bottoms on the bathroom's marble vanity and had their pussys lathered up and shaved to a baby-smooth finish. Then they each put on a pair of sexy summer cut-offs and skanky, strappy tops before dragging out a large metal tub of beer on ice, some chips and cookies, a pile of old bath towels, and several tubes of flavored lubricant. 

"Now we wait," Rita said, tamping down her anticipation with some deep-breathing exercises. "I'm so glad you're here, Jan. When I think about it, if I'd had to swallow the loads of twenty-four men multiple times, they would have had to wire my jaw shut afterwards. This way we can both get a bellyful of cum without ending up in the hospital." 

Jan smiled. They were sitting in the sun on lawn chairs, feeding off each other's excitement. "I have a confession," she said. "I decided to be honest with Tom about what I was going to do." 

"You didn't!" 

"Oh, don't worry—he's into it. He said it was the nastiest thing he could ever imagine his mousy little housewife doing. In fact, he showed me how to set up the video camera on the tripod, because he wants to watch the tape when I get home. That's it just poking over the fence, see? Are you upset?" 

"Upset? I'll show you how upset I am." 

Rita got up from her chair and put herself in view of the camera. "I hope he's rolling," she said. She lifted her top up over her sumptuous tits and jiggled them, then pinched her nipples and let out an exaggerated groan. "That ought to give him something to jack off to." 

"Oh, Tom will love that. He likes women with more than a handful of tit." 

When Rita returned to her chair the women sat in tense silence while they each nursed their second bottle of beer. Then they heard the metallic clank of the gate being unlatched, and they both sat up straight and joined hands. 

"This is it, sister," Rita said. "They're here. Are you still with me? Are you still up for putting some strange guy's marbles in your mouth while he jacks off in your face?" 

"More than ever," Jan said. "I feel like the star of my own porn shoot. Let's do this." 

... 

The men shuffled uncertainly into the backyard in two's and three's in the awkward manner that guys have on first dates. They quickly assessed their surroundings, ready to run at the first sign of trouble. When everything appeared as promised, they relaxed and let their eyes fall on Rita and Jan. 

"Help yourselves to a beer, fellas," Rita said, ever the gracious hostess. "And put yourselves at ease. We're all here for the same reason—to act out our kinkiest fantasies. Cheers!" 

When the last man walked through the gate and shut it securely behind him, Rita whispered to Jan. "Well this is better than fucking Baskin Robbins. We've got white cock, brown cock, black cock, even pink cock, judging by that guy's complexion." 

"And check out that redhead," Jan whispered back. "I'll bet he's got a freckled one." 

"Okay, neighbor—get ready to get spunked on." 

... 

After beer and brief introductions, Rita and Jan positioned the men so that they formed a lopsided circle in full view of the barely noticeable camera. Then Rita stepped into the center of it and gave each man a quick once-over. Some of the guys were tall, some were very good-looking, and some were neither. There were pudgy ones, stout ones, and some who clearly spent lots of time at the gym. Most had short, close-cropped hair or completely shaved skulls, but a couple wore ponytails and earrings. 

"Not a bad crew," Rita said as the men eagerly undressed her with their eyes. "And I'm sure your wives and girlfriends know exactly what you're up to, right?" 

The men chuckled nervously and stared at their shoes. 

"Well first, thank you for coming. And later I hope to be thanking you for cumming. Because, as my ad suggested, this little get-together is all about me and my desire to get bathed in that precious, goopy stuff that squirts out of your little spigots." 

"Who says their little?" one man said, getting a big laugh. 

Another man, a tall, muscular guy with a brush mustache who Rita was convinced was the firefighter said, "Where have you been all my life?" 

Rita motioned for Jan to step inside the circle. "As an added bonus," she announced, "let me introduce my terribly naughty neighbor, who we'll just call Madam X. Madam X, do you have anything to say to the boys before we begin?" 

Jan blushed like a schoolgirl, then spun in a slow circle to check out the quarter-acre of male flesh that encircled the two women. Then, to Rita's pleasant surprise, she hooked her thumbs under her Love Pink top and flicked it over her head, revealing smallish but still very perky tits. Thanks to the already sexed-up atmosphere in the backyard, her pointy nipples were engorged, and this gave Rita a sudden inspiration. 

"How would you guys like to see me suckle my neighbor's titties? Yeah?" 

The men answered with a rowdy chorus of Fuck yeahs! 

Rita rested her hand on Jan's bare shoulder, and while her petite neighbor stiffened under her touch she bent low and completely engulfed one of Jan's tits while she tweaked the opposite nipple with a thumb and forefinger. Some guy let out a whoop. Another one groaned with satisfaction. Jan mewled softly under Rita's exploring tongue, and the women could see some of the men grabbing at their crotches. This was a very good sign. 

But Rita wanted to provoke the men further. She looked at Jan, and with a dirty-girl gleam in her eye she said, "You're not by any chance pregnant, are you sweetie? Because there's nothing I enjoy more than drinking from a woman's lactating nipple—unless it's guzzling a milk glass full of fresh semen!" 

As Jan's eyes widened with surprise, Rita made another pass over her saliva-damp areola with the entire length of her tongue. "Oopsie," she said. "No milk this time." 

... 

Things were definitely heating up. Jan loved the way Rita was toying with the men, feeding their arousal. She felt the delicious power of her own nakedness infecting the men as well. They were growing weak in the knees. Their ability to restrain themselves was breaking down. And because they made her feel so sexy and desirable, her confidence soared. 

"I've got something to say, gentlemen," she said. 

"Talk to us, sweetheart," one of the ponytails said. 

Jan cocked a hip and tossed back her long, brown hair. "I'm her for the same reason Rita is," she said. "I want to suck cock. I want to roll your testicles around in my mouth. I want to make you so crazy with desire that you forget your names or where you live. Then, when your fucking cocks are ready to spurt, when you just can't hold back a second longer, I want to wear your cum like a second skin. I want it in my hair, on my face, running down my ass crack, dripping down my throat. I want you to feed me your cum like honey." 

A stunned silence followed. The men stared at her with glazed eyes and open mouths. Then Rita laughed and said "Seriously! I could not have stated our mission any better. Good job, neighbor. Now the first order of business is to lose our fucking clothes. It's such a nice day out—let's get nekkid." 

The men clapped and cheered like they were at a pep rally and quickly undressed while they watched Rita and Jan undress each other. When everyone was finally naked a surge of synched-up sexual energy passed through them like an electric current. 

The men closed the circle tighter. Jan and Rita squatted side by side on their haunches, their womanly hips flaring, their butt cheeks unashamedly spread wide open. Rita already felt on the verge of an orgasm—and she hadn't even touched herself! 

She looked around almost in disbelief. It was fucking amazing what she'd accomplished. Twenty-four men had walked in off the street into her cookie cutter backyard, taken off all their clothes, and were now engaged in bringing their cocks to life in whatever way could make them hard. Forehanded, backhanded, cupping their balls, choking their cockheads—the guys were really getting after it! 

Rita took Jan's hand and whispered in her ear. "Let's give these jackoffs some added inspiration." 

"What do you mean? They look pretty inspired already." 

"I know. But still it would be fun if..." 

"If what?" 

"If we licked each other's pussys." 

"Oh my God, are you serious? I've never, you know..." 

"Eaten pussy? It's easy. And it's so good. Just do the things to me that you like having done to you. Remember, you're doing this for Tom, too. And nothing excites guys more than a little girl-on-girl action." 

... 

The backyard had grown eerily quiet, as if the men were loitering inside a dirty book store. Their brows were furrowed in masturbatory concentration. They stared at their hardening cocks or simply out into space, honoring the Guy Code of not meeting each other's eyes. 

Rita coaxed Jan to lie on her back in the cool grass, then told her to raise her knees and spread her legs. Then Rita lowered her ass over Jan's face until her lubricated slit was inches from her neighbor's mouth. 

The men watched as intently as if they were at a sporting event. Rita pried open Jan's swollen vulva, then lapped hungrily at the exposed inner lips, smacking her own as she relished the taste of her neighbor's cunt. She chewed indecently on the hot pink folds of pussy flesh while Jan writhed and moaned beneath her. Then she sucked Jan's engorged clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it while she buried two fingers into her wet cunny. 




Just Being Neighborly



"Make her cum!" one of the men rasped. 

Jan's pointy nipples stabbed against the flat of Rita's belly, hard as cherry pits. She breathed in the scent of Rita's excited cunt and felt her own arousal spinning out of control. With uncertain flicking motions of her tongue she probed the lips of Rita's hairless sex. When she found the blood-swollen nub of her clit she feasted on it, then drank the juices dripping from her pussy. 

As the men watched Jan and Rita grind their cunts against each other's mouths they were overwhelmed with carnal desire. Their groans grew louder, their cat-calls more crass. 

"Fucking make each other squirt!" 

"Eat that beautiful pink pussy!" 

"Stick your tongues up each other's assholes!" 

Rita glanced up and briefly locked eyes with a slender masturbator wearing tats on his calves. She was pleased to see that none of the guys had lied to her about the quality of their "goods"—everywhere she looked she could see raging hard-ons, some already weeping with pre-cum. Okay, she thought. Now it's the ladies' turn. 

Rita reluctantly lifted her pussy away from Jan's vibrating tongue. She helped her flushed and breathless neighbor to her feet, then planted a sloppy, wet kiss on her lips, tasting her own tangy juices. 

"We'll have to finish what we started some other time," she said. "The guys are ready. And I don't know about you but I'm ravenous for some of that cock gravy." 

Jan pecked her back on the cheek. "Thank you for this," she said. "I don't think I've ever felt quite so dirty, and it's making me high!" 

"That's my neighbor," Rita said. 

... 

Rita twirled her body inside the ring of pulsing cocks, flaunting her incredibly sexy ass and luscious tits. The afternoon sun was warmer than she'd expected, and judging from the look of Jan's smeary makeup, her own face probably resembled that of a back alley hooker. Good. She felt like a slut, so why not look like one? 

After giving the men an eyeful she said, "Okay, who wants a piece of this first?" 

Twenty-four men raised their hands like they were attached to eager schoolboys, but Jan had already picked out who she wanted to taste first. 

"I want you," she cooed, channeling her inner sexy housewife. Her gaze was fixed on the only African-American in the group, and as she approached she could see that he was a very light-skinned black with handsome, movie star features. His long, slender cock was nearly hairless and as smooth as porcelain. 

"Excellent choice," Rita said. "So you start with Sidney Poitier there, and I'll start with the brooding hunk next to him, and we'll travel in opposite directions, okay?" 

Jan could only nod—her mouth was already accommodating the black guy's swollen, insistent penis as it wormed between her lips. 

"And when we meet up again," Rita said, her voice choked with excitement, "I want to see your mousy suburban housewife's face, tits, and ass covered in ejaculate. Deal? And remember, swallowing is optional—but you're really missing out if you don't." 

Rita smiled up at her sandy-haired suitor and lovingly cupped his balls like they were two delicate quail eggs. "I'm going to make your cock pop like a balloon," she said, dragging her tongue lewdly across her lips. "Fuck my face, motherfucker. Show Rita how nasty you can be." 

The taste of the man's cock sent an electric charge throughout Rita's body. His thrusts were easy at first, considerate, but when she put his balls in a finger clamp he threw his head back, moaned, and started nailing his cock to the back of her throat. Out of the corner of her eye Rita could see Jan gripping the backs of the black guy's thighs as she fucked him with her mouth, her head bobbing wildly up and down his rigid shaft. 

Jan could see her lover's stomach muscles tense and felt his legs go wobbly as his load boiled up from his balls. "Let me," she said, pushing his hand away from his cock. She'd had plenty of practice honing her hand job skills on her wheelchair-bound husband, so she knew just where and how tight to grip the guy's unit. "Cum on my face, and don't be afraid to make a mess. Let me be your little cum dump. If you do, I promise to lick up every drop." 

Rita laughed approvingly. The mild-mannered neighbor lady was getting her slutty sex maniac on. "Bet I can make mine fire off first," she said, and they both went full-bore nasty. 

Rita reached between sandy hair's legs, and while she licked and slurped and otherwise vacuumed his veiny cock into her mouth she probed the man's asshole until she was in to the first knuckle. 

The cock that filled Jan's creamy hand has grown so large that she added the other and two-fisted the throbbing appendage, nibbling at the cockhead on every down stroke. "Soak me in your cum, baby," she said. "Drown me in it." 

The words set him off. The handsome black shuddered, growled, and a streamlined ribbon of pure white semen erupted from his cock, catching Jan full on the face before splashing onto her naked lap. 

"I win," Jan laughed, the jizz trickling down her nose and onto her tongue. 

"Bitch!" Rita said. "Don't wipe it off—you look sexier covered in cum." 

Suddenly the six-footer looming above Rita grabbed handfuls of her hair and slammed his cock ferociously in and out of her mouth. "Oh shit!" he shouted. "I'm cumming!" 

Rita pulled away. "Do it right here, baby," she said, cupping her tits and mashing them together. "Spunk me. Smear that shit all over my nipples." 

"Ahhhh, Christ!" the man cried, then exploded onto her fleshy, pendulous tits before squeezing off a dozen short bursts onto her upturned face. 

"Yes!" Rita said, feeling the salty ooze leak onto her tongue. "So good. So much cum. Who's fucking next?" 

... 

One by one the men collapsed like dominoes as Rita and Jan worked the circle jerk. It was becoming easier and easier to make the guys cum. Men are visual creatures, and the sight of a couple of cum-drenched women revs up their competitive engines. Now every guy was jumping at the chance to donate his DNA to the cause. 

By the time they were halfway through Rita and Jan looked like they'd stepped out of a sperm bath at a spa for degenerates. Their hair was matted together in sticky, jizz-soaked clumps. Jan's face wore a mask of syrupy cum like it was moisturizer, and all you could see was her startled blue eyes. 

Rita felt semen run down her spine and leak into her ass crack. The thick soup of cum was in her nostrils, in her pits, and on the backs of her knees. It was caked above her eyelids and in between her toes. Even so, her belly was bubbling with generous samples of every guy's orgasm. 

The most amazing thing was that she'd choked and gagged her way through several mind-blowing climaxes without a tongue or a finger coming anywhere near her clit! 

As they closed the loop Jan and Rita caught sight of each other and smiled through semen-coated lips. Rita mouthed the words, "Did you swallow?" 

Jan mouthed back, "Just watch." 

The guy she had in her mouth—the one who Rita suspected was the firefighter—had gallantly laid down a folded bath towel for Jan to kneel on. His cock was as hard and as vertical as one of those firehouse poles, and she slid up and down it, pausing occasionally to lick the underside of his balls. 

As Jan sucked his shaft she left long, loopy strings of saliva to dangle from the firefighter's cock, then teasingly sucked the spit back in through pursed lips. It was pure porno, and she hoped it would make her guy spew like a hydrant. 

But the firefighter was so cool that the continued to sip from his beer while she nipped and licked, leaving Jan wondering what to try next. Swallowing his balls hadn't worked. Neither had poking the tip of her tongue into the slit of his glans. 

Rita, who was only a few feet away busily fellating and jacking some swoony guy to new heights of pleasure, saw Jan's dilemma. 

"Play with his asshole," she said between gulps of cock. "Finger it. Lick it. I've never seen a cowboy yet who could resist a good rim job." 

Jan smiled wickedly, looking up at the owner of the nine-inch cock filling her mouth. "Get ready for a surprise, big boy," she said. Then she lifted his nut sac and twisted her head upside down so that she could leave lipstick traces on his golden-brown anus. 

The firefighter lit up. His beer fell to the grass and he muttered the vilest obscenities while Jan tongued his asshole. At the same time, with her body bent uncomfortably backwards, she managed to grip his cock and beat it off like a horny highschooler until, finally, Mr. Cool threw his hands up in surrender and unleashed a torrent of pent-up semen that Jan was quick to catch on her face and tongue. 

"Fuck yourself dry," she said, sealing her lips around his member. "I'm a jizzaholic." 

She let the goopy spunk pool in the back of her throat. Then, while Rita watched excitedly, she gargled the spermy cocktail, blew filmy bubbles through her lips, then drowned her tonsils and fed her belly with the firefighter's potent spend. 

"See?" Jan said, opening her mouth for Rita. 

"Whew!" Rita said. "Nicely done, neighbor." 

Then Rita concentrated her attention of the cock wagging indecently in front of her nose. It belonged to the last man standing, a short, stocky guy without an ounce of fat on him. His erection wouldn't win any prizes for length, but its girth could fill her fuck holes to overflowing, and a mini-climax rocked her while she imagined just that. 

Rita's guy was also nursing a beer, but almost as soon as she gripped the meat of his shaft and jacked him just under his bulbous cockhead he dropped the beer to his side, snarled, jerked spasmodically, staggered, then pumped wave after wave of custard-thick spunk into Rita's open mouth. 

Before she could show him how naughty she was by swallowing every bit of his cum, he yanked her head back by the hair. 

"Open your mouth," he said, still reeling from his copious orgasm. When she did he saw the bubbly deposit he'd left on her tongue. He reached down and dipped his fingers into the gloppy mess in her mouth and scooped out a dollop of cum, then painted the tip of his dick with it and told her to lick it off. When she did he scooped some more out, this time smearing the cum all over her face and tits, which already wore a glistening sheen of sperm from a dozen other men. 

"Is there anything you won't do, bitch? Now you can swallow." 

"Not a problem," Rita said, downing the rest of the salty liquid in one gulp. 

"Fuck," the man muttered. 

Rita said, "You're the cop, aren't you? I'll bet you fuck all the sweet young things you pull over on traffic stops." 

The man grinned. Then he suddenly shook up his nearly full bottle of beer and power-washed all the accumulated cum from Rita's face, pouring the last few ounces into her mouth. 

Rita choked, then shook her head like a dog after a bath. "Fuck yeah!" she said. "You are one nasty officer, officer." 

"You haven't seen anything yet," he said, handing her a bath towel. "But we want you nice and fresh for round number two." 

Rita shivered. Her clit ached with such an intensity that she lodged a finger in her cunt and held it there. Something about the beer being dumped on her had really rung her bell. And then she suddenly realized why. 

It reminded her of female squirt! Oh my God! In the midst of another spontaneous climax a crazy, crude, incredibly raunchy idea leapt into her head. Craigslist. Casual encounters. Posting another ad, this one seeking participants for a reverse bukkake. One or two fit, hung stripper-type males. Two-dozen horny, storm-squirting Jezebels. 

Yes! Christ, what a hot, wet mess they could make on the lawn. Guys weren't the only ones who could soak the sheets! 

Rita glanced at Jan, who was servicing on of the guys who had already re-loaded. Every inch of her body was covered in a protein-rich glaze of pearl-white semen, but she was sucking the guy like there was no tomorrow. Plucky Jan. She would be the first on Rita's recruitment list. 

But was the neighbor lady a squirter? If not, Rita could school her in the fine art of female ejaculation. In fact, it would be a real pleasure. 

And, after all, it was the neighborly thing to do. 

End