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The Good Neighbor

By: Jenny6969



As usual, I was running late. Commuting forty miles to work and laying brick six days a week tends to get a little tiring. So, last Friday night, I was ready to kick back, eat take-out, and relax with a few cold ones over a ball game on TV. It looked like a spring storm was on the way, so I was hustling to get home. Keeping the house after my divorce had set me back financially, so I needed all the work I could get. I was concerned with how I could afford to send my daughter to college next year. She was still living with me, but had her sights on attending the state university. That would require me to borrow more from the bank and keep the old truck running for another year too, I figured.

I stopped at the local grocery for cold beer and snacks. Parking the pickup, I gathered a cart and went in, just beating a rain shower. Focused on my mission and in a hurry, I didn't notice another shopper as I rounded the end of the aisle. I got a glimpse of a beautifully rounded ass as she was stooped over collecting a can she had dropped. Not able to stop, I bumped that ass with my cart.

"Oops, I'm so sorry," I exclaimed, as I backed away. "I'm so clumsy, please forgive..." Just then she straightened up and I recognized Helen, my neighbor from across the commons. "Oh hi Helen!"

"Hi, Ron. No problem. I'm the clumsy one. I can't seem to hang on to anything today." As she turned to face me, I was reminded of how I had always lusted after this woman who radiated classic beauty. Her northern European face was framed with long dark hair. She was casually dressed in khakis and sandals. My eyes wandered to her loose fitting blouse and I imagined what the fabric was hiding. Over the seven years we had been neighbors, I had seen her dressed in everything from bikinis to formal gowns. Well endowed, she might have been hard to fit, but her choice in clothes had always been sensible, and sexy.

"Gathering supplies, I see."

Helen placed the can in her cart. "Just a few things for the weekend. Jenny likes those snack cakes with the sprinkles on top, but I can't seem to find them," she said, looking around.

"You mean those?" I said, pointing to the top shelf. "Mary likes them, too."

"Oh, yes," she replied. Before I could assist, she reached up for a box. For a moment, her bare midriff was exposed, and I got a hint of the curves hidden beneath that sexy blouse. She stretched to reach it, swinging a leg for balance. Her heel collided with my ankle.

"Sorry. It's getting to be a habit, us bumping into each other," she said as she smiled over her shoulder. I could not help but wonder exactly what it would be like to really bump her. Even though my mind was tired, my body was reacting to her smile.

"It's OK. Say, do you have time for a cup of coffee?" I asked hopefully. I hadn't had a real conversation with this beauty since the previous summer when we had a block party.

"Sure, if you are not in a hurry," she replied. I thought she was giving me the eye, but it was probably my imagination. Looking into her eyes, I forgot why I was in such a hurry just a minute before.

"Let's sit over there at the snack bar," I suggested.

Parking our carts out of the way, I poured two cups, paid for them, and we sat at a small table near the back wall. The table was small enough that our knees brushed together as we settled in our respective chairs on opposite sides. I tried to give her space, but she seemed comfortable being close. We talked about how glad we both were that the workweek was over. I knew she worked at a local car dealership helping customers with loans and warranties and such. Having no firm plans, she said she was looking forward to catching up on her chores, and relaxing with a movie or a book. I knew she was a mother to a bright girl, Jenny, who was a senior in the same high school as Mary. We had met several times at various school functions, and car-pooled our daughters on occasion. Jenny was a scholar, with hopes of attending Yale and pursuing a law degree. Helen suggested that several scholarships were waiting for Jenny upon graduation, and I felt a little jealous, since Mary's grades were adequate for college, but not scholarship material.

Half an hour passed quickly as we talked about generalities, relaxing with the warm coffee. I felt at ease with her, and she seemed comfortable as well. Lost in her light blue eyes as we talked, I fantasized about seeing her again. I knew she was a single mom, caring for Jenny, just as I was newly divorced with custody of Mary. Jenny had suffered from polio as a young child, forcing her to wear braces on her legs as a child, but otherwise she shared the same classic features as her mother, except for Jenny's bright red hair and somewhat thinner body. Being pretty and smart, Jenny radiated confidence to the degree that one hardly noticed her handicap. Having outgrown the braces, Jenny still occasionally using crutches and that restricted her social life. Helen explained that Jenny was experiencing growing pains, as any late teen is bound to do. She expressed that, since her father died when Jenny was in grade school, she had been lacking a father figure for twelve years.

"I can't believe that anyone could have done a better job raising her than you, from what I've seen," I said.

"It's just that I think she's missed out on so much, not wanting to go to parties and such, but at the same time it's a relief to know she's been safe from those teenage boys!" she said. "As close as we are, she's been asking questions that I'm not sure how to answer, but we get through it for the most part."

Thinking I had monopolized enough of her time, I began to excuse myself. "Guess I'd better get back to my shopping before Mary sends out the dogs looking for me," I said.

"You know," said Helen, "there is one thing I'd appreciate your help with."

Anything you want twice over, I thought. "What's that?" I asked.

"I wonder if you could help me out with a male perspective on a couple of things that Jenny has been curious about."

"Sure, I'd be glad to help," I said. I thought that it would give me an opportunity to see Helen and rack up some brownie points with her.

"Why don't you come over tonight around seven? We'll have a supper and pick up where we left off," Helen said, winking slyly.

"At your service, ma'am," I replied. "See you at eight."

As we parted, I could not help but notice she seemed to put a little more wiggle in her walk. I felt a little lighter on my feet as well, feeling good about this opportunity. Adding a bottle of wine to the list, I gathered up what I needed, paid the bill, and left for home. The rain had stopped, thankfully, and the air had a fresh clean scent that only presented itself after a spring shower. Maybe it was because my attitude was definitely adjusted, but I no longer felt tired as I arrived home.

Mary greeted me with a wave as she was heading out. "Got to run to Janey's house. She's baking cookies with her Mom. I already ate leftovers for supper. It's OK with her if I stay over there, if it's OK with you," she rushed to say.

"I guess so, honey. Do you have everything you need?" I asked.

"Yes, Dad. See you in the morning, and thanks."

"Sure thing, honeybun. Take care driving. It may be slippery yet." I said.

"Oh Dad, you know I'm a great driver!"

"I know, Mary. I love you, sweetie." I waved as she bolted for her little white Wrangler.

"Love you too!" And she was gone.

I had time to shower and shave before going to see Helen and Jenny. I took extra care and felt a little silly. "It's not a date, you idiot," I said to my mirror self. But it seemed like one, and I wanted to make a good impression. Not knowing exactly what role I was expected to take tonight, I dressed conservatively, figuring I could act the male role model, friendly neighbor, or all-around good guy, whatever was needed. New jeans and a golf shirt should do. Checking out my hair (again), I wished it didn't have the silver temples. Could it be butterflies? For god's sake, man, I thought. Get a grip on yourself. You're 38 years old, not a little kid on his first date. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but hope that I'd make a good impression. 

Grabbing the wine, I cut across the backyard, through a hedgerow, to the rear of Helen's house. It was a private yard, with an elevated deck and a Jacuzzi in the corner. I could see through the second floor back window since the shades were slightly open. I caught motion behind the curtains. Before I looked away, I spied Helen through the crack. She had doffed the blouse and was removing her bra. With no realization that I was in her backyard, she slipped it off and tossed it away. Facing the window, I thought for sure she had looked out and seen me agape in her back yard. For a moment she was half naked in full view. As much as I felt guilty looking, I couldn't tear away from the sight of her firm round breasts as she reached up to get a v-neck sweater, pulling it on without a bra. The thought of her swinging free under that sweater was going to affect my concentration this evening, I reasoned. Dashing around the house to the front porch, I climbed the steps and rang the bell.

It was Jenny who answered. "Hi Mr. Evans. Come on in," she welcomed me.

"Thanks," I said, stepping inside. "You are looking especially lovely this fine evening," I commented honestly. In fact she was radiant. Her freshly cleaned red hair had been brushed to a copper luster and fell to her bare shoulders. The spaghetti strap dress she wore was silky green, complementing her eyes to perfection. Bare feet were somewhat incongruous to the outfit, but with red painted toenails, she posed a strikingly beautiful sight. Her figure, while not as fully rounded as her mother's, emphasized her long legs and perky breasts. There was definitely nothing immature about her demeanor as she looked at me with those big round green eyes. She definitely has her mother's good looks, although in a fresh redhead sort of way, I thought.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad you like it. I picked it out special for tonight," she added.

"Oh, really? What's going on with you tonight?" I asked.

"I meant for you...I mean tonight... I mean for here, now," she stammered, flushing slightly. It was cute, I thought. Looks like little Jenny's not so little anymore. Admittedly, the sight of her (obviously) braless upper body sliding under the dress was enough to bring a rise to me. However, I reasoned, I should not be thinking those thoughts about this girl, barely eighteen. 

Covering the conversation gap, I said, "Here's some wine. You better put it in the fridge to cool." I moved behind her into the kitchen, sensing that she was moving a little slower than necessary on her crutches, allowing me to fully enjoy the rear view of her hips and ass. I didn't mind a bit, the sight was quite sensual, even if it was not intended to be. 

An aroma in the kitchen kicked my appetite up in a flash. "What's cooking?" I asked.

"Mom's had a crock pot stew cooking all day. It's almost ready. Hope you can stay," she invited.

"Smells like my favorite meal, one that I don't make very often anymore," I said, looking around. Candles were already lit on the table and around the dining room, making the atmosphere very aromatic and sensual.

"I hope you can stay, too, since I already invited you," said Helen as she entered the room. With plenty of cleavage exposed and loose fitting slacks, she appeared comfortable and confident. She had applied just a touch of makeup and brushed her dark hair so that it flowed freely and curled on her shoulders. Like Jenny, she was barefoot. 

As I noticed, she said "You can kick off your shoes, socks too if you want. I plan to be as comfortable as possible tonight. I hope you do too." She smiled seductively, getting my hormones flowing again. Being in the presence of these two lovely ladies was beginning to arouse senses in me that had been dormant for several months.

"Definitely, I do," I said, kicking off my loafers and moving them to the hallway. "I brought some wine, if you want a glass now."

"Thanks, that's nice. One for you?" Helen asked.

"Yes, please," I replied. I could sense a relaxed atmosphere between mother and daughter as well as between them and me. The wine was served and we toasted to the weekend. Jenny helped herself to a Coke.

"That's good wine. In fact, I've got more of the same, if we kill this bottle," said Helen.

"None for me, I know," Jenny stated. "Someone has to keep a clear head," she added, giving a smirk at her Mom. I had a feeling that they had discussed this evening prior to my arrival, but thought it was just to prepare Jenny for the discussion Helen spoke of. Although I did not know specifically what would require my input, I was beginning to feel quite mellow and more comfortable in their house with each sip of the wine.

The dinner was informal and quite delicious. Our conversation was light and continuous, mostly concerning mutual acquaintances and Jenny's school. I recalled an amusing, if somewhat self-depreciating, story of my high school years that they thought was quite funny. Jenny's youthful giggles were a delight to hear. At one tine, I felt a foot brush my leg under the table and passed it off without comment as an accident. When it happened a second time, I glanced at Helen, but she seemed unaware. Could it be...? No, I thought, it can't be Jenny. But the uncertainty was slightly unsettling.

Having finished, I offered to help clear the table. "No, that's Jenny's job tonight. Let's us go into the other room. Another glass of wine?" Helen asked.

I said yes and poured for us. We moved to her living room, which was tastefully decorated in traditional overstuffed seats. The view form the large picture window overlooked a field as yet untouched by housing. The clouds had receded to the horizon and the sun had already set behind them. We settled on the couch looking out at the sunset's rosy glow on the horizon.

"I'm glad you accepted my invitation, Ron. It's really good to see you for more than a few minutes as we pass on the street, or wave from our backyards. I've told Jenny that we need to have a little talk tonight. I think she's prepared with questions. I hope you can be comfortable in talking with her about what ever comes up. We both appreciate a man's perspective. There hasn't been a father figure in her life since her Dad died."

"I'm sorry. You mentioned that earlier. Anyway, I'll do my best," I said.

"Oh that's what I'm counting on," Helen said with that quirky smile. I blushed a little at that, still flushed with the wine, and awed by the presence of this stunningly beautiful woman who seemed to value my opinion and trust me to talk with her daughter.

We watched the last of the evening orange fade to dusky gray, sipping the last of our wine. Jenny entered. "All done Mom."

"Good, honey. Come on in and have a seat." Jenny dropped her crutches, plopped on a love seat across from us, curling her bare legs under her and tossing an arm casually to her side. I noticed that her dress had pushed up to mid thigh, making her legs look even longer. Staring, I could not help but think that these can't be the legs of one affected by polio. They are too shapely, too tan, and too sexy with her red-tipped nails. 

"You are a good help to your Mom, Jenny," I said, raising my gaze to her eyes.

"Thanks, Mr. Evans."

"Please call me Ron. I think your old enough."

"OK, Ron."

As the sunlight dimmed, I noticed that Jenny had lit several candles behind us giving a flickering muted glow to the room.

"How about some music, Ron? Something soft to keep the mood?" asked Helen.

I agreed. She rose to turn on a CD player, preloaded with a selection of instrumental music. Jenny switched hips to sit on, giving me another tease of upper thigh, with a little smirk and giggle. Once again, I thought I was the only one here who was unaware of some secret. When Helen returned to the couch, it seemed she sat a little closer to me. I certainly didn't mind. Being close to her was becoming a new priority. I could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. As she pressed closer, I remembered seeing her half naked earlier tonight. I also hoped that I would not make a complete fool of myself or blow my chance at seeing her again.

"That was a great meal. Thank you again," I said.

"My pleasure," Helen replied. "OK, Jenny, the floor is yours. We want you to be comfortable and know whatever we talk about with Ron will remain confidential. We promise not to laugh or pass judgment. I love you and want the best for you." She arose to close the curtains on the last of the sunset, leaving the only light in the room from the several candles and the glow from the dining room.

"I know you do, Mom. I thought I'd be more self conscious, but I'm really OK with this. So, maybe I should be as honest as I can. Ron, you should know nothing is wrong. I'm not dying of some strange disease or anything. Mom and I talked about doing this with you, and we agreed it was a good thing. I know she likes you. Yes, Mom, I do. And I feel OK with you too."

Deciding that silence was most appropriate at this time, I just looked at Jenny, trying to see her as a young woman. Succeeding in that easily, because of her demeanor and appearance. Helen, who had returned to my side, was silently encouraging Jenny to continue with her smile.

"Well, I'm not very good at this. I've never asked a guy to dance, but Ron, would you show me how to slow dance? I like this music. It should be OK, don't you think?"

"Most assuredly young lady. I would be honored." I arose to help her to her feet, and we moved to a cleared area between two large plants on one side of the room. "First, you want to hold my hand like this, and put your other hand on my shoulder." I placed my hand on the small of her back, and we began to move to the music. "Are you OK without the crutches?" I asked. 

"Yes, for a while I'm OK," she replied. The top of her red haired head floated beneath my chin as she stepped easily following my lead. She looked up and said, "Wow, this is easier than I thought. You are a good dancer."

"It takes two to perform a good dance. There's a lot of different styles, most of which I can't do, but I appreciate those that can dance well." Holding Jenny like this, I became more aware of her incredible sensuousness and less aware that her mother was nearby, watching our every move.

"Can I move my hands to like this?" Jenny asked as she placed them on my hips. "I've seen people do it like this. I think I can feel you move sooner, so I can follow easier." Oh, yes, I thought, much better. She drew me closer, within a whisper of her chest and hips. Almost like a hug, we swayed to the sound of the orchestra, occasionally bumping. After one such bump, she did not draw away and we pressed closer. 

I looked over her head at Helen, who was swaying with the beat on the couch. Well, I thought. If it's all right with her, it's definitely all right with me. Between the wine, the music, and Jenny so close, I was getting aroused. Thankful for the jeans I was wearing, the bulge should not be noticeable. Jenny may have noticed, but did not pull away. If anything, she pulled me closer, allowing me to feel her breasts against my chest. As the song died away, we stopped, held each other a moment, and parted. She kept her hand around my waist, looked at me and smiled. I wondered what she was thinking.

"That felt so dreamy, Ron. I guess dancing is not going to be hard for me, after all." 

Not hard for you, but definitely getting hard for me, I thought. Jenny turned again to me, lifted to her toes, and kissed my cheek.

"Not bad for a barefoot young lady," I stammered. 

She held onto my hand and said, "Can we do another? I'm just getting the hang of it I think. And no crutches! OK Mom?"


The Good Neighbor



"Sure, honey. Ron is a good dancer, but save a dance for me," Helen replied. The music changed to a little more rhythmic beat, allowing us to move faster. This caused us to bump a little more often, not quite by accident, I admit. It was very pleasurable, but I felt I had to support Jenny by holding her close to me, since she seemed to be tiring. By the time the song ended, the dance and her fresh scent had given me a woody. As Jenny squeezed me at the end of the 3-minute dance, I was sure she must have noticed. I certainly noticed that her nipples had hardened as the fabric of her dress moved against her. She turned with one hand behind her back, pressing back to me as she faced Helen. Not so casually, I'm sure she brushed my hard on with that hidden hand before she moved away. "All yours, Mom. I've got to sit down. I've got him all warmed up for you."

She knew exactly how warmed up I was, but she hid it well. I moved to the couch and offered my hand to Helen. "May I have the pleasure with the other lady?" Her eye level was directly on my belt. What the hell, I thought. It's kind of a complement, isn't it? If her gaze seemed to linger there as I helped her up, little doubt was left when she looked at me, licked her lips, and leaned into me.

"Oops. You know I'm clumsy. You may have to hold me up," she said as she arose.

"I think I can manage that," I said, sweeping her to the dance area. The song changed again to a slow number with a background vocal by a sultry alto. Helen put her hands on the small of my back, so I did the same. We swayed to the sound. Only slightly taller than her daughter, Helen hummed softly and laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered, "Thanks for doing that for Jenny, and for me". She hung on like we had been dancing for years, easily moving with me within the limited area. Looking over at Jenny, I could see she had resumed her position on the love seat, fanning herself with a paper. It was no accident that her dress had slipped up even higher. In the flickering candlelight I could see she was returning my look with a sultry look of her own. Using eyes, lips, and body position, she exuded an aura of come-get-me that was not difficult to read.

"Was it only dancing that Jenny wanted to learn tonight?" I ventured.

"Let's see," Helen replied. We moved back to the seating area, facing Jenny.

"Was it only dancing that you wanted to learn tonight?" I repeated to Jenny. I was glad to be seated again. Casually moving my member to a more comfortable position, I realized there was not much to hide the bulge it made in my jeans.

"Actually, there is something else," said Jenny, sliding forward on her seat, and then paused. She glanced at Helen as if to get encouragement or permission. Apparently receiving assent, she looked back at me. Less than two feet separated us. Her dress had ridden up to the point beyond modesty, and she knew that I noticed. Her legs parted slightly, and I caught a glimpse of dark panties and squirmed a little. Helen moved even closer to me, placing her hand on my knee.

"Jenny and I thought this may be a good time for an education in another way, one that she has not been able to get from her teachers, her friends, or from me."

I was getting a little choked up with anticipation, not yet ready to admit that a fantasy might be coming true. "What can I do?" I asked.

"Well", said Jenny. "The dancing was fun. Can you tell me how guys like to kiss? I feel so clumsy at it, and haven't had any practice. I feel that you would know, being older...I mean experienced... I mean...well you know what I mean."

"I can't tell you, but I can show you. Stand up." Boldly go where no man has gone before ran through my mind. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I drew her close. "When you're ready, you move close, into an embrace like this," I said, sliding my hands down her back as she hugged my hips. 

"Put your arms around me, lean you head back slightly, look me in the eyes, part your lips a little, and move in like this." I pulled her close, and kissed her gently on her lips. I could feel her kiss back. Holding that pose for a couple of seconds, she leaned in again pressing her stomach to mine and rubbing her erect nipples against my chest. We parted for just a moment before she pulled me back again. With more intensity we kissed again. All regard for our age difference forgotten, we were just a man and a woman expressing a mutual feeling in a kiss and a hug. I embraced her close, knowing it was useless to pretend I wasn't aroused. Then, taking a risk, I parted her lips with my tongue, probing deeper to find her tongue, which pressed back on mine. We frenched that way for several seconds, I suppose, before she drew breathlessly away. I felt like she needed support again, so I continued to hold her close.

"Oh my! Mom, you were right! He is a good kisser!" I wondered how Helen would know how good of a kisser I was, but I was lost in the moment. "Thanks, Ron." Her incredible smile, framed with those red tresses and pale complexion, gave her an angelic appearance, and doing nothing to diminish the tightness in my groin.

"Honey, seeing you in his hands is an incredible turn on for me. Of course I'm happy for you, knowing that you are too." This was turning out to be too good to be true, I thought. Could it get any better? "It's obvious, Ron, that you find it as pleasurable as Jenny," Helen said, looking at my obvious bulge.

"I'm impressed with your open attitude and freely admit that this evening has been as much of a pleasure for me as for either of you," I said. "Getting turned on is an added benefit, I guess."

The music changed again, so I ventured, "Jenny, would you like to dance again?"

"No thanks. I need to sit down, but maybe Mom does." 

"Not now, dear," said Helen. I helped Jenny back down into her chair. Before I could back away, she held the back of my legs, seemingly reluctant to let me go. I looked down as she again touched the front of my pants, caressing that swollen area I could no longer hide. It was a move that seemed both innocent and calculating and it caught me by surprise.

"Actually," Jenny whispered, "there is something else we, I mean I, hoped you could do." As if on cue, Helen arose to stand close behind me. Smelling her perfume again and feeling that familiar heat, I anticipated her next move, which was to hug me from behind. There I was, between two incredibly lovely women, both of whom seemed as aroused as I. Things were progressing nicely in my fantasy, and I smiled.

"You see," continued Jenny, "Mom knows I'm a virgin, and I know I want to stay that way until I meet the man I want to marry. But a lot of my friends are talking about the sex they had with their boyfriends. I've only come close once, but at the last minute I said no. I wanted to, but I didn't, you know?" I nodded and she continued. "Mom said I could trust you. I can, right?"

"Of course, Jenny," I replied, wondering what she would ask next.

Her hand, still on my fly, began to move to rub the front of my pants. From behind, Helen gave me a squeeze, and her hands trailed lower toward my belt. Helen said, "I knew you would be so kind and understanding with us, Ron. Are you OK with this?"

"Yes, whatever this is," I whispered, scarcely believing my fortune.

"This is what," Jenny said. "I want to see you up close, and I want you to tell me what I should do. I want to know how to show someone I really care, without having actual sex."

"And I want you to show her, Ron," breathed Helen in my ear. 

This was getting too much for me, so I decided to take the lead. "Alright, Jenny. Consider this an educational experience." I reached for my belt only to find Helen's hands had arrived first. She quickly unbuckled my belt, the snap, and tugged at the zipper. With the tension released, my fully engorged cock pushed out against my boxers, nearly released from its confinement. Helen's breath on my neck and the sight of Jenny before me with her eyes glued to the opening, gave me extra courage. "Wait," I said. "I want to see you first." Trying to maintain control, I said, "Jenny, you first."

I took her hand from my groin, lifting her up. I bent over, slid my hands under her dress, and easily slipped it over her head. She stood, fully exposed, and she smiled. "Slip off your panties," I ordered. As she lowered them down, she bent toward my now-open fly, her head coming close enough for me to feel her breath. Oh, yes, Mr. Dick wanted to come out and play for sure. Jenny stood again, now completely naked. Her glowing tanned body begged for a touch. I could see a patch of neatly trimmed red fuzz in that secret place under her navel. I caressed her breasts with both hands, gently tweaking the tiny nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She let out a soft moan and leaned toward me. It seemed so natural for us to kiss again, holding that pose for just a few seconds. Meanwhile, her hands were busy at my fly again, reaching in to grab my fully engorged member through my boxers.

Somewhat reluctantly, I turned to face Helen and said, "You too, beautiful." Without hesitation, she first slipped my shirt over my head, and then her own sweater went flying.

"Jenny and I are comfortable being naked together." Why was I not surprised? I glimpsed those full round breasts for the second time tonight, this time without feeling I was spying. Her slacks dropped just as quickly, revealing a narrow waist and a clean-shaven mound between full round hips. I could not stop myself from reaching to pull her close, bending to nuzzle my chin between her breasts. She grabbed my head and said, "See to Jenny first."

Again I turned to face the auburn beauty, quickly dropping my pants and boxers and kicking off my socks. "Well, that takes care of those uncomfortable clothes," I said. Jenny's eyes opened even wider. Reaching to grab me again, she put one hand on the shaft and the other cupped my balls below. 

"It's so big!" Jenny whispered. A musky scent permeated the air between us. Helen's hands were on my shoulders, as she pressed close behind me. Nipples as hard as pencil erasers poked into my back, seeming to press me forward toward Jenny. Again, I was sandwiched between two erotic women, all of us as aroused as we had ever been. I made the next move.

"Sit, Jenny," I commanded. She did. I lowered myself to my knees, spread her legs and moved closer. "You look so pretty like this, I can't help myself. I want you to show you how to pleasure a man, as you requested. But first, I need to know you are fully ready."

"Oh Ron, I'm so ready. I'm wet just thinking about it," replied Jenny, her eyes wide.

"I'll be the judge of that," I said reaching to her furry cleft. "Oh, yes, you are wet there," I said as I caressed the outside. She spread even more, allowing me deeper access. I teased with fingers, lightly brushing, probing gently, and twisting them just inside. Probing slightly deeper, I touched her clit, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Jenny. Kissing her gently again, I slid lower, dragging my lips over her breasts, licking the nipples, and gently tugging them with my teeth. A moan and her hand on my head encouraged me lower. As I slid to the floor, my lips crossed her stomach and kissed the furry patch. I felt the heat emanating from within her, and tasted the wetness she produced. My lips kissed while my hands parted her lower lips. Flicking my tongue out, I probed and licked my way inside. At first slowly, then with increasing vigor, I worked with lips, tongue and fingers to bring Jenny to the brink of orgasm. Her hands on my head and shoulders pulled me closer, encouraging me deeper. Alternating flicks and stabs, my tongue darted in and out like a little flexible cock. Suddenly, she clenched, shuddered, and closed her thighs on my head. Arching her back and thrusting her pussy at my face, she cried out. "Oh my god! I'm cumming! Oh, my. Oh my. Ooooh, wow!" The wetness increased as I lapped it up.

Spreading her thighs to release my head from their grip, I looked up, and smiled to see her grinning as well. "Jeeze, Ron. That was intense. What a great tongue you have!" 

"Glad you liked it. It was good for me too," I said adjusting my position. Helen had not moved very far away, still curled close to us. Her hand was between her own legs, obviously aroused, as well. "Now, there's something you can do for me," I said as I stood facing Jenny. She knew what I wanted. Reaching for my shaft, she pulled me closer. Gripping it with her small hands, she stroked it and gently rubbed the knob at the tip. "Use your mouth," I said. She leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth. She used her tongue on the underside, licking around and pressing the slit. 

"I don't know if I can take it all," she said.

"That's OK. Just take it easy. Relax your throat. Take it slowly," I instructed.

As pre-cum began to ooze from it, she opened her mouth wider pulling me deeper inside. She continued to rotate her tongue on the shaft as she took me inside even deeper. Pulling out, she applied easy suction until it slid out with a wet pop. Continuing to stroke with one hand, she sucked it in again, pulling and pushing. Her head bobbed back and forth as I held her hair. Each time she took it deeper.

"That's it, Jenny. It feels so good. You are doing just great." She continued to suck and pump me with her fingers. She looked up with her mouth full of my cock. I smiled down as she renewed her efforts. I did not take long before I felt the tightening inside, the beginning of a great cum. I did not move until I felt the build-up begin, and then, by reflex, began to move my hips to meet her head thrusts.

"Jenny, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum inside that pretty mouth," I said.

"Is that what you want?" she asked.

"I would like that very much," I whispered. Without comment, she proceeded to renew her ministrations on my cock. Not needing much more stimulation, I felt the eruption coming. "Oh, yes. Here it comes!" She stroked harder and pulled me deeper inside with her suction. As I pushed for the final time, my cum erupted in heavy spurts. The first hit her deep in the back of the throat. She swallowed and pulled me out so that the next powerful ejaculations landed on her lips and her cheeks, and dripped to her breasts. I held her hand with mine pumping out the last of the white jism, as she licked it from the tip. Releasing me, my knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. 

Jenny licked her lips and, with her fingers, wiped the drops from her cheeks and smeared the drips over the erect nipples on her perky breasts. "Wow, Ron. There was so much!"

"You brought it out, Jenny. I don't think you need any lessons in cock sucking. That was just perfect."

As I lay sprawled on the floor between Jenny's legs, Helen approached. "I hope that there is another lesson like that for me", she purred. As her breasts hung over my face, I reached up to fondle them, bringing them closer so I could nuzzle between them. "I'm so worked up watching that, I've already cum twice!"

On her knees beside me, she lowered her head toward my still-rigid cock, dragging those magnificent breasts over my stomach. We eased into a sixty-nine with her on top. She straddled my head, as I reached up to see that shaven pussy glistening with moisture. The scent was similar but different than Jenny's. Taking my cock inside her mouth, she began to administer suction. That was enough to cause a resurgence, bringing it to full rigidity again.

"Hmmm. Tastes salty," she said. My head lifted to reach her honey pot, and I again used my tongue as best I could. She rocked on my face as I alternately licked and sucked her. She had a knack for cock sucking too, because I could feel that old tingling coming on again.

"Wait," I said, pushing her up. "I want to fuck that pussy."

"Let me do the work," she directed. "Lay back." 

I did, and she straddled my hips with her thighs, positioning herself over my fully renewed cock. Slowly she lowered, impaling herself as she guided me into her. In a moment, she had taken me fully inside. 

"Oh, god, that feels so good," she said, as I was thinking the same thing. I reached up to caress her breasts as they dangled above my face. She looked down. As our eyes met, we each recognized the pure lust in each other's gaze, not wanting to hold back.

Helen lifted slightly, until only the tip of me was inside. Then she let herself down again to take all of me. It was a tight fit and I could feel the hot wetness inside. She picked up the rhythm, pushing down on my shoulders as she raised her hips. I met each move with a thrust of my own. After Jenny's superb blowjob, the edge was taken off a bit, and I could relax and enjoy this fantastic fuck. I glanced over at Jenny, who had gotten a towel and returned to her chair. As our eyes met, she blew me a kiss. As sexy as she looked, I turned back to Helen, who was humping with increasing intensity. She glowed in the candlelight with a sheen of perspiration as she pushed to get all of me inside again and again. 

As the rhythm increased, Helen tossed her head back, bit her lip, and sighed "Oh, Ron. I want you to cum in me as I cum on you." Breathing harder, she tensed and said, "I can't wait. I'm cumming now!" I pushed myself as deep as I could, feeling her squeeze me on the inside, her juices lubricating my cock. I could not hold back any more, and let loose with a pulsing flood of my own, squirting my cum deep inside her. "I can feel it. Yes, give it to me! Oh, yes!" She arched her back and used those strong internal muscles to squeeze the last of my juice from me. She collapsed on me. We were both drained.

"That felt so wonderful, I can't wait to do it again," Helen said. As she rolled off me onto her back, I reached for her dripping pussy, easily slipping in two fingers. A combination of my juices and hers coated my fingers and cock. The scent of sex was strong in the air. I pressed in one more finger and twisted them, feeling the swollen clit.

"You're still hot, aren't you?"

"Oh yes. I didn't think I could cum so many times, but I don't want to stop," Helen replied. I continued to finger her hot, wet hole as her eyes drifted closed. Jenny moved closer, obviously still aroused as well. Using the towel, she carefully wiped the juices from my deflating member. Her hand drifted back to her own pussy, as I finger-fucked Helen. 

Within seconds, Helen was writhing, saying "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" She drenched my hand with her juices. As the orgasm subsided, we lay together and watched Jenny satisfy herself. 

Fingers rapidly moving in a circular motion on her clit, she was watching me. I leaned over to cup her breasts. I kissed first one nipple, then the other, using my teeth to gently nibble each one. Then I sucked and licked each one, tasting the residue of my own cum she had placed there before. "Mmmmm, that feels so nice. I'm going to cum again...right...now!" As her fingers pressed her hidden button, she sighed, "Ohhhhh! Ooooo! Ahhhhhhh!" I reached for her hand, covering it with my own, pressing my fingers between hers, feeling the warmth and wetness emanating from within her.

"Wow. This has been quite a party," I said, looking at the two naked beauties still within my reach. I was caressing Jenny's hand over her pussy as I cupped her mother's left tit with my other hand. 

Helen raised herself onto one elbow and said, "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower. Want to join me?"

"Sure," I replied.

We arose together, staying close, still touching with fingers, breasts and buttocks until we separated, moving toward the bathroom. Jenny seemed to be moving fine without crutches, and I didn't mind holding her around the waist, just to make sure. It was a huge room, with an elevated oversized tub, double sink, and toilet. One whole corner was devoted to a glass-walled enclosure for the shower. Inside, I could see at least six spray nozzles, some overhead and some chest-high. One multi-function lever controlled the water pressure, temperature, and spray heads. "I think you'll like this shower," said Helen, as she proceeded ahead of me into the room. Jenny followed, gathering towels from a shelf nearby. Obviously, she intended to join us. 




The Good Neighbor



Helen immediately went to the toilet and, without a thought, sat and began to pee. I tried not to look, but it was hard not to. Jenny reached in to turn on the water. Before long, the steam began to warm the room. She placed the towels on a rack just outside the glass doors and stepped inside. Crooking her finger at me, she said, "Come on in, the water's just fine!" She was already under the spray, soaking her hair.

"In a second, I will," I said, feeling the need to pee too. Helen was finished and I passed her on the way to the shower. This was not a night to be inhibited, I guess, so I lifted the lid and let loose with a stream, feeling that familiar relief that only comes with having a good piss. Finished, I called out "Can I flush?"

"Yes, it's OK. It doesn't affect the shower," said Helen, who had already entered the shower enclosure. Through a coating of water vapor on the glass, I could see both women soaking their bodies. As they moved, I could hardly distinguish who was who, except for a slight height difference. It was Helen, I presumed, who damped a washcloth and began to wash Jenny's back. Turning, Jenny embraced her mother. This demonstration of maternal love made me hesitate to enter. When they broke from the hug, I stepped in.

Helen handed me a cloth and I used one of the sprays to lather up and rinse off. With water spraying everywhere, it was an easy task, made all the more enjoyable seeing Jenny soap up her lithe body and hair. I moved to Helen. "Need a hand?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, I need both of your hands!" she replied. I used the cloth to wash her back and, as she turned, I dropped the cloth to rub her soapy breasts with my hands. Her hands, in the meantime, were on my hips and butt, pulling me closer. Surprising myself, I could feel an undeniable arousal, the evidence of which was rapidly becoming evident as my prick tried to poke between her legs.

Jenny was seated on one of the molded benches within the shower enclosure, squeezing water from her red hair. "Looks like we got a horny man with us tonight!" Jenny exclaimed.

"It's the sight of you both that turns me on," I said. 

Helen turned around, leaning against the glass wall, letting the water stream down her back from a high spray and jetting against her stomach from a lower spray. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Come here, Ron."

I moved behind her, feeling her round buttocks. Stepping forward, I leaned over her back, reaching around to feel her breasts, which hung free under her chest. Turning her head, she kissed me and said, "Take me again, right now." Still holding her, I pushed my hips forward and up, easily sliding into her from behind. As I began the rocking motion that allowed me to control the depth and rhythm of this slow screw, I held her hips to keep from slipping on the wet floor. I felt like I was reaching a depth not previously attained, as I drove myself to the hilt. Helen held herself on the wall with her hands over the spray, as the water cascaded over her back to the place where we were joined. The wetness added to the warm sensation I was feeling, as I plunged deep in a rhythm of increasing hardness.

"Oh, oh, oh, that's good" she said. "Give it to me hard." I pushed faster and harder, bumping my groin against her ass, sliding my cock in and out of her slick channel. Suddenly, she cried out "Oh baby, here I go again!" She pushed back to me as I plunged as deep as I could. Continuing to fuck her hard, she came with a moan and a familiar pulsating and squeezing of those muscles inside. Her legs buckled, so I held her by the arms and sat her down on the bench beside Jenny.

"Is it this big every time?" asked Jenny as she reached out to grab me again.

"Like I said, it's your beauty that makes it grow. It wants...I mean, I want to please you both, as long as I am able."

"It's still long enough for me! And big enough around that I can hardly hold it," Jenny said. Stepping forward, I pressed against her. She held her breasts together and I slid between them. Rocking up and down, I created a sweet friction between those beautiful globes. As the tip rose, her lips opened to receive it. As I withdrew, sliding down between her tits, she held her mouth open to receive it again as it rose. The sight of it, combined with the sensation, brought me to the brink again.

"I'm going to cum again, Jenny. Take it in your mouth." She did, using both hands to keep it there. I thrust a couple of times as deep as I could without choking her, and let loose with another load deep into her throat. This time she did not pull out. Swallowing the jets of jism, she milked the last of it before she let me go. Reluctantly, I pulled away. Having cum three times within two hours left me fully sated. From the looks on the faces of Jenny and Helen, they were just as satisfied.

Grabbing towels, we quickly dried off. We donned robes and left the bathroom for the comfort of the living room couches. "I'll get us some drinks," said Helen.

We chatted for a while, totally at ease, playing footsie with our bare feet propped on the ottoman in front of us. "Do you have to go?" asked Jenny.

"No," I replied. "Mary's staying with a friend tonight."

"Will you stay with us then?" asked Helen. "I've got a king-sized bed."

"I'd love to. After all that exercise and the hot shower, I'm done in." After a few more minutes, we were all drowsy. I helped pick up the clothes strewn about, borrowed a toothbrush and made ready for bed. After using the bathroom, Helen and I met in her bedroom. I wondered, how much sleep will I get tonight, as we threw off the quilt, exposing black satin sheets.

"I know they're slippery, but I just love the feel of satin," said Helen. She dropped her robe, reached for the sash on mine, and pulled it off. Still struck by her beauty in the light seeping in from the curtained patio doors, I embraced her warmly. Her clean fresh scent was very enticing. My kiss was returned with a bit of her tongue on mine. As if by unspoken agreement, Jenny joined us as we climbed into the bed. The two cuddled me closely, arms draped over me and each other. Soon we drifted off to and exhausted sleep.

Once during the night, I awoke from a dream only to realize I was living another dream. Warm and comfortable in the silence, I fell back into a heavy slumber.

The next thing I knew, there was light behind the curtains and I was awake. Opening my eyes, I saw Helen's face on the pillow to my left. Her breath was deep, as she slept. Looking right, I discovered that Jenny was awake. With mussed up red hair and sleepy green eyes, she looked so sexy on the black satin pillow. I smiled and mouthed good morning, reaching for her under the sheets. She smiled back, and then disappeared under the covers. My morning wood was back as usual, regardless of the previous evening's workout, seeming to anticipate Jenny's arrival. Her hands and mouth soon found my semi-erectness, as she set to work on my shaft. It was difficult not to move as she expertly brought me to full arousal. Feeling her there and seeing the sheets move, I relaxed and let her work her magic.

Helen roused at the movement, looking at me and then the covered lump over my groin. Immediately awake, she smiled and said, "Looks like you're ready again."

"Ready, willing, and able," I said.

Pausing from her efforts, Jenny said from under the covers, "Oh, he's ready all right!" With that she returned to using her tactile skills to further stimulate me until I began to squirm. Alternating licking the shaft and sucking the tip, she was making me feel like a god again. As she enclosed my cock with her mouth, she began to hum, sending shivers up my spine.

"Now that's a nice wake-up call," I said. 

Helen propped herself up, leaned over to kiss me, and said, "If that end of you is busy, I'll just have to make do with this end." With that, she pushed off the covers, exposing her curves to the morning air. As the covers slipped away, I could observe as well as feel Jenny's red hair moving on my stomach as her mouth moved on my hardness. Helen stretched up, lifting her leg to straddle my chest again. With those full breasts above my face, I reached up to cup them and tweak the nipples. She slid even further, bringing her pussy to my chin. I obliged, propping my head up with a pillow. Fully pinned, I was immobilized, but not helpless. Holding her ample hips, I began to probe into the already moist tunnel with my tongue. Licking up and down, and probing in, I found that she was ready in just a few minutes. Suddenly, she arched back and smothered my chin with her juices, crying out "Oh sweet mother, that's good!"

As the climax receded, she moved off me to cuddle in the crook of my arm. Still propped up, I watched that red head bouncing over my stomach. Helen's hand worked at my chest, tweaking my nipples, as I had tweaked hers minutes before. Her hand slipped lower across my stomach, reaching her daughter's hair. "Does she make you feel good?" she asked.

"It's the best I've ever felt," I replied.

"Jenny, honey, switch places with me," ordered Helen. 

With a muffled "Mmmm, OK," Jenny raised herself from under the covers, revealing her lithe body to the light of day. I was more aroused than ever, being the plaything of these two women. Jenny moved to the head of the bed and gave me a little crooked smile.

"Good morning, Jenny," I said, smiling back. I helped her flex her legs over my chest so that she was facing the headboard, her charms fully exposed to my view. She grabbed the headboard and looked down at me. I met her lazy green-eyed gaze with my own, but was distracted by the clearly erect nipples on her breasts hanging just above my face. I reached to touch, rub, and gently pinch each one.

"Good morning to you too, Ron," she said lustily, sliding her hips forward as her mother had done. I met her trimmed rosy bush with my lips and tongue. As I held her hips, she began to rock back and forth, as I pushed my tongue and chin against her pussy lips. Licking gently at first, I quickly got into a pushing and licking motion that caused Jenny to increase her motions in response.

Meanwhile, Helen had positioned herself over me and behind Jenny. With one hand she guided my love shaft into her open tunnel as she slowly lowered herself on my legs. Although I was still sensitive from last night's workout and Jenny's relentless sucking, I entered easily, trying to maintain my concentration on Jenny's pussy. Helen and Jenny were rocking together over me, both building toward orgasm, as I plunged tongue and cock into two different holes. With a final push and moan, Jenny tensed and "Ahhhhh, oh yes, so nice..." She squeezed her love juice over my chin and neck. I lapped what I could, the rest running down to soak the satin sheet under my head.

Helen was also close to cumming as she rocked herself on my totally enclosed cock. I met each rock by rolling my hips to thrust myself as deep as I could go. With a few hard pushes, she tensed, taking me deep inside. "Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm cumming again!" Helen screamed. I could feel her internal muscles rhythmically contract, squeezing my shaft as she came. Looking up, I could see Helen, hugging Jenny from behind, each seeming to support the other as the throes of passion washed over them. After a minute, still locked in this erotic embrace, they slowly rolled together off to my side.

In the middle of the huge bed, my head still propped on the folded pillow, I put my hands behind my head and smiled at my good fortune. Helen moved to kiss me, tasting the mixture of love juices still covering my mouth and jaw. Jenny noticed I was still erect and said "Hey, Ron, you didn't cum yet?" Helen also turned to look.

"No," I replied. "I was too busy to think about that, I guess."

Jenny blushed a little, but said, "Maybe I could finish what I started?"

"Use your hands to make me cum," I directed. Wrapping both of her small hands around the slick surface, she pumped my cock. As the skin bunched at the sensitive tip, she squeezed gently before she slid them down to the base. Within a minute or so, I could feel the tingling sensation inside that signaled an approaching orgasm. With one of my hands, I guided her rhythm, and said, "This is it, I'm going to blow!" From deep within, I could feel it begin. "Ahhh, that's it. Hold on tight. Now..." Quickly it arose and spurted from the tip, a miniature gusher. As Jenny stroked, several globs of sticky white cum shot over her hands to my belly. The rest she squeezed from my cock as it oozed over her hands. I felt totally drained, again.

Still breathing heavily, we lay for a few minutes, recovering from this romp. Helen got up to get a warm washcloth and began to wipe the sticky cum from my stomach, cock and legs. A second cloth she gave to Jenny, who wiped her hands then assisted with me.

"Now that's good service," I remarked, watching them clean me.

"Yes," replied Helen. "It's a good neighbor who can provide that kind of lesson. We'll have to have another lesson again soon."

"I can hardly wait," I smiled. It was true. With a thought to the deck and the Jacuzzi in the corner, I was already planning the next experience and the lessons I could teach these two horny women.



The Good Neighbor



I was eighteen years old when this all happened. At the time it shocked and surprised me and I had a hard time accepting my incredible good fortune. The experience I'm about to relate quickly became something I'd never want to change. It became a part of my growing up. It was nothing but an awesome adventure that became the basis of my sexual maturation.

I lived with my parents, sister and brother in a nice house in a nice suburb of Atlanta.

It was a Saturday morning in May. A gorgeous day. I'd been for an early run and as I arrived home, Mrs. James, the next door neighbor, was waving at me. She wasn't waving a good morning kind of greeting, it was definitely a wave that asked if I could go over and talk to her. I slowed and approached. "Hi Jeff, how are you....?" She began.

In my eyes, Lynne James was an attractive woman of about 30 years old, somebody I should respect, say 'hello' to when we noticed each other. Not somebody I'd be hitting on, not somebody I should look at in an 'I'd love to fuck her' kind of way. She wasn't somebody that would have any interest in me for starters. She was a neighbor, a different generation, off limits and never in my mind.

I suppose I was polite, friendly, even good looking in an eighteen year old kind of way. I was into school work, sports and second, sometimes third base foreplay. 

I'd been favored with a hand job on rare occasions courtesy of my girlfriend of two years. There was the promise of more to come one day. We'd told each other we'd wait until we were nineteen for some stupid reason. A distant seven months away.

Of course there was a Mr. James. His name, for what it matters, was Bob, in fact, wherever he is now his name probably still is Bob. He seemed pleasant enough. He left the house early each day in a suit and tie and came home late most days with his tie loosened and the jacket over his shoulder. He drove a big Mercedes, she drove a smaller convertible one.

At weekends they'd have occasional pool parties, they'd have their share of visitors and they generally just fit right in with the rest of the folks in our world. It seemed then as if they had a typical upper middle class life style much like everybody else our family knew. There were no kids but that didn't mean anything. Just the way it was.

On this day, Mrs. James needed my help and I was happy to oblige. She'd had a dresser delivered that was sitting in the first bay of their garage and she wanted to ask if I could help Mr. James take it into the house. She smiled when I offered my assurance that I'd be happy to help but frowned when I said I'd get showered and come straight back over to her house. That wouldn't work for her. Mr. James was headed off to the golf course, could I do it right now? Why not?

Her husband showed up and explained the plan. He was looking at his watch as he addressed me, no problem, we shook hands and got on with the job. We started by unwrapping the plastic that was wrapped around the thing and removed some protective corner pieces.

I went to grab one end as he approached the other. She interrupted us and asked us to remove the drawers before taking it inside. He told her we could manage it with the drawers in place as he looked at his watch again. She basically insisted that it was going to be done her way "Take the fucking drawers out Bob because I don't want them sliding out and falling down the fucking stairs or banging into the fucking walls that were painted two fucking weeks ago and if you would like to shut the fuck up you'll get the fuck out of the house and off to the golf course where you can play with your fucking dumb ass buddies a lot more quickly." She didn't pause for breath and her husband seemed to get a clear message. I silently agreed it was perhaps better to start removing the drawers.

The drawers each had a safety catch at the back. It took five minutes for us to realize this and he was fuming and sweating as he tried to pull out the top drawer, moving onto another one when he couldn't slide it out. It was Lynne who leaned into look and suggested that he "twist that little thing downwards and maybe it'll come out." It did. So did all the others. He looked at his watch before taking hold of his end of the dresser. 

"Bob, just get the dresser into the bedroom, go to your golf and I'll put the drawers in myself, ok dear." He was okay with that.

The thing was fucking heavy. Bob was getting more annoyed with each backward step. I wanted to offer to go first if it would help him but I didn't want to speak and interrupt progress. I concentrated on holding my end up and staying out of their issues. Finally we had it in the bedroom and as Bob set it down his arm went to his lower back as if there was some kind of injury there. He seemed to think better of making any announcement and he looked at Lynne to ask if his work was done. She scratched her chin, looked at him, looked at the dresser, back at him and said "yes, go, have a good game."

As he left I slid the thing into position against the wall. She became a friendly, smiling, happy lady. She was nothing at all like the lady that had been in the house up to the point that the husband had left.

Eventually it seemed to be in exactly the spot she wanted it. Opposite the end of a king sized brass bed. Beneath and perfectly centered with a huge ornate mirror. She smiled and asked my opinion. Apart from wondering why the fuck she'd care what my opinion was I paused and looked at her briefly before looking back at the dresser. "It's perfect" I told her. She was happy and said she'd start bringing up the drawers. I offered to help and she accepted my offer.

She sprang downstairs and headed off to the living room as I approached the garage. 

I picked up two drawers and was heading back towards the stairs as the music started. She smiled as she bounced towards the garage. It occurred to me that I was alone with a very good looking woman.

I took the drawers upstairs and installed the first two. As I was leaving the bedroom Mrs. James brushed by me on her way in with one drawer. She smiled as we crossed just inside the doorway. Her good smell is my memory of that instant and if in the same circumstances today I would certainly remark on noticing that. However, I was eighteen and had a very limited appreciation of the value or benefits received in complimenting a lady.

On reentering the room with two more drawers I noticed that she had made a start on filling the drawers. I also noticed a pile of panties and bras on the bed. Some stuff was already in the top drawer. "Shall I just leave these here for now?" I asked.

"Yes please Jeff, I am so excited to have this dresser." She smiled at her announcement and I think I managed to reply "it's really nice." 

As I descended the stairs for the last drawer I thought that perhaps I should show a bit more enthusiasm, be a little more friendly. 

The best I could manage was "wow, it looks even better with the drawers in." She smiled again. 

"Jeff, would you be a darling and move that rocker over to the other corner." She touched my arm, pointed and her request was clear.

"My pleasure" That's more like it I thought, feeling awkwardness melt away as my highly developed conversational skills kicked in. 

I placed the rocker in the assigned corner and as I turned in stride my upper groin met firmly and swiftly with the big brass knob on the top of the bed frame. I gasped and doubled up in pain practically collapsing to my knees. She was by my side in a split second, asking what happened, encouraging me to lay back. My explanation and pointing along with her own assessment led her to believe that ice was called for. She asked if I could make it onto the bed. I could with her help. I lay flat besides her piles of sexy lingerie and she left the room for ice.

In her absence it dawned on me that I was laying on a nice bed, about to be attended to by a gorgeous older woman and my pain really had subsided somewhat. For the first time I had that moment of enlightenment and realized that I should let this be my time if that's what it was meant to be.

Mrs. James seemed quite concerned. She arrived back in the bedroom with an arm full of towels and a bowl of ice. She asked me to point to the spot. I did but a tad closer to my cock than the real epicenter of my pain.

"You'll have to slip your shorts off Jeff."

"Okay." I grimaced.

I undid the knotted chord, lifted my butt and grimaced again as I hooked my fingers into the waistband. "Oh stop. Let me help you." She noticed my pain.

"I feel so terrible, first you carry that dresser practically all by yourself, I didn't let you go shower, then you hurt yourself moving the rocker. I'm so sorry Jeff." Her sequence was off but the concern and guilt seemed genuine.

"It's okay Mrs. James."

"Call me Lynne, Jeff, please, call me Lynne." She had taken a grip on my shorts and asked me to lift up just a little. I did as instructed. She left a towel over my groin and slid My shorts and briefs down to my ankles. She giggled and apologized for not taking off my sneakers first. As she looked at me I recognized what a gorgeous, sexy, flirtatious smile she had. I couldn't have verbalized it then but the recognition was clear. 

Somewhere inside my basic sense of masculinity and deep amongst all the things should appeal to it, I recognized this woman as more than she had previously been. She was now an object of desire.

She removed my running shoes and dropped the clothes on the floor behind her.

"Let's see now, and tell me you won't be shy."

"No, I won't be shy." I slid the towel to my right as she approached from the left. She could surely see the profile of my cock and balls.

"Show me where it hurts" as I moved my hand towards the pain she continued "oh no don't move, I can see where it's bruising. Oh you poor thing, I feel terrible." She repeated herself but I'd decided that the best I could do for myself was to let her convince herself of her guilt in all this.

She placed her cool fingers on my groin and asked me to let her know when it hurt. She moved around a little, gently pressing. My most pained tightening came as she got closer to my cock which twitched rather violently as her finger tips pressed within an inch or so of its base.

"Oh good Jeff" she paused "at least that's not broken" she smiled up at me with raised eyebrows as her fingers continued their movement. I was no longer responsible for my cock.

What I wanted to say was something along the lines of ; Mrs. James why don't you just suck my cock because nobody ever did that and then let me fuck you because I'm a virgin and it would feel really good to be fucked by you, but that's not what came out. "No, it's still working I think, that feels good Mrs. James." Which wasn't bad for me at that stage of my development.

Her fingers moved closer to my cock "Please call me Lynne" 

"Sorry, yes, I will, Lynne. I like that name." She smiled at me as I spoke.

Her left hand continued to touch softly close to my expanding cock as she reached down for some ice. It was a jolt when the ice hit my groin but her fingers circled my cock at exactly that moment and my gasp was for both events.

She skated the ice cube around my groin as she began stroking my cock "Does that feel good Jeff?" Her eyes switched from my face to my cock. It was as big as it was going to get now and had it not been for her hand it would have rested flat and hard with its head at my navel.

"Yessss Lynne, that feels really good. I mean, er, really awesome."

This wasn't a fumbled zipper experience in the front seat of a Jeep with a girl that didn't have a clue of how much a cock can appreciate some gentle handling. I was clearly and literally in the hands of an expert.

The ice melted and dripped slowly along the groove between groin and thigh "Oh, the ice is melting" her finger chased the rivulets down that same crease and repeatedly dragged the drops upwards. Scathing my ass and balls as her left hand continued its caresses.

She looked at me again, for longer this time, still stroking my cock very tenderly, a smile creased her lips and her eyes widened. Her head was moving towards my cock before her gaze left mine. I wanted to hold the gaze until she couldn't and I wanted to lean back as she swallowed me whole but it didn't quite go that way. She poked her tongue tenderly at me. She dipped in and stabbed me with its stiff, soft wetness, she smiled back in search of an expressive reaction which came naturally as one of extreme pleasure. She toyed with me, played with me, tormented and tasted me, slowly and lovingly. She labored on her work, certain she knew that she was doing to me what had never been done before. 

She let me throb in her soft grip as she stared back beyond my misty eyes and into my mind. She swooped again and took me softly between her lips, she wet me and sucked on the very tip. She was playing with me as a well fed cat might play with a live mouse. She looked again, smiled again and leaned away from me. She moved from the bed, and slowly, very fucking agonizingly slowly, stripped naked.

Her body was centerfold. Gorgeous, stunning curves. Delicate, lithe, tanned, sexy. I'd never (of course) seen anything like it in three dimensions. I wanted to do whatever people do in those circumstances and I figured she'd show me what that was. She did.

She slid over my body and tugged my shirt off, She leaned in and kissed me, flattening my cock between our bellies. She sucked and licked my lips, her tongue encouraged my own to dance, she grazed my teeth, she licked and nibbled my ears, she breathed on my neck and whispered things I'd never heard as she ran her fingers through my hair. She reached between us and found me. She leaned back keeping her weight off me and she took my cock in her hand. She lifted it as she lifted herself. She put me to her bald pussy. I reached a hand for her breasts and she pushed me away "later" she said.

Knowing there would be a later was very good news. 

She put my cock inside the entrance to her sex. She lifted and lowered, she clutched my cock inside her and fell still lower until she was as full as I could make her. She gripped me there and gave me a feeling that could never have been imagined. From that point she moved harder and faster with her palms flat against my chest. She fucked me, that's all, it was a ride she needed and it was the most perfect feeling. The wetness, the warmth, the tightness and the sensations that come with that sensual bombardment were more than I could stand and my cock exploded harder and for longer than I had ever thought possible.

She screamed as my cock pumped itself into her and she slammed down harder bringing back memories of my sore groin. I was in a state of amazement at the witnessing of the ways a woman's body moves as she fucks like that.

Eventually she slowed "God that was so fucking good Jeff" 

"Wow, it was?" 

"Are you kidding that was fantastic, you've been practicing."

"Er well, not really."

"Wow, Jeff, you have the most fantastic cock."

"I do?"

"Nobody told you already?" She had stilled and seemed to be somewhere between surprise, shock and a loud, happy scream.

"Er, no, nobody ever mentioned it." For all I was in awe of the experience we'd just created it seemed that the awkward me was back.

"Well you do, take my word for it."

"You mean we can do this again?"

"Oh absofuckinglutely Jeff, keep it a secret, be careful and we can do it a lot."

"That'd be cool."

"Yes, very cool."

And that's how it came to be. Her husband played golf and worked while Lynne James showed me how to fuck (among other things). She taught me more that summer than I've learned in twenty years since. She left me as a sexually confident young man, educated in the ways of female pleasuring, ready to face the world and notice opportunities when they present themselves.

All you Lynnes or Mrs. James' out there, please know how much you're appreciated by guys like me and in a stealth kind of way, by those women we meet later.



The Good Neighbor



Yes, I was a little obsessed. OK, a lot. But then, who wouldn't be. I mean, she was gorgeous. Wearing that skimpy lime green bikini as she spread oil over her luscious body. She was such a tease! Peering through the dense arbor vitae, I rubbed my hard cock as it strained to escape my loose shorts.

The object of my lustful gaze was Angie. Her and her husband had built a very nice home a couple of years ago, just a stones' throw down the road on the opposite side. I watched from my upper deck as their house grew on the edge of the woods. I watched their pool dug in the back, only to be surrounded by tightly planted arbor vitae. Securely hidden from the world, save for from one small corner of my upper deck. And that's where my obsession began.

Angie and Bill are a nice enough couple, both in their mid-thirties, with one grown son out on his own. They were friendly with the neighbors, but not intrusive nor too open. But they did a have a very private side, which I noticed one afternoon last summer from that one small corner of my deck. I discovered that Angie enjoyed nude sunbathing. In fact, she enjoyed doing almost everything in the nude.

I quickly went out and purchased a telescope, which found a home in that one small corner of my deck. Through it, I could watch her. Even though the windows on their house were high up and unguarded by curtains, her naked body was easily seen from my high up vantage point. She was about five and a half feet tall with very nicely rounded full, firm breasts, and cute little nipples. She had long legs topped by an ass to die for. Her face was angelic, and she wore her hair in a variety for colors and designs. I discovered that they also loved sex. Almost any way and any place. Most evenings, upon returning from work, Bill would find her in the kitchen. I watched as he routinely snuck up behind her, bend her over the counter or island with a hand between her shoulder blades, and just ram his cock into her. He would pound into her fast and hard, as her hands usually ended up clenched in whatever foodstuff she was preparing. Once, while watching her working on her computer, I saw him enter the room from behind her. As he approached her, he dropped the towel he was wrapped in, his hard cock pointing straight ahead. Grabbing her hair behind her head, he turned her face towards him. I could see him thrust his hips forward as he forced his cock deep into her mouth. Damn, I just love this telescope. It had fantastic optics, and best of all, a camera port. I got great pictures of Bill holding Angie by the sides of her head, as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth, finally grinding his pelvis into her face as he came down her throat. The thought of her soft lips wrapped around my hard cock drove me crazy with lust and desire for her. Since my wife left many years ago, my nights quickly became filled with thoughts of her. Thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, and her to me. And in my dreams, we did.

Unfortunately, their bedroom wasn't visible from my vantage point, so I could only speculate on what happened there. The only place not open to their sexual escapades was their patio pool area. Very rarely did I witness anything there. I imagine that this was because of their sense of privacy. But there was that one weekend earlier this summer when Bill was away on business.

I had just come out to the deck, and glanced over to see if the object of my desire was out, when I noticed two people on the patio. Sitting down at my telescope, I nearly came in my shorts at what I saw. There was Angie on her knees, her hands restrained behind her by what looked to be shiny handcuffs. She still had on her bikini bottoms, but the top had been pulled open and was hanging off her shoulders down by her elbows. The man with her was not her husband, this mans' dark hair a stark contrast to Bills' lighter blond. It was then that I realized it was Ed, the young cop that lived across the street from them. Ed had two handfuls of her dark chestnut hair, pulling her face to him as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth forcibly. He pounded into her mouth for at least three minutes that I saw before he came hard. I came right after that. When I recovered, she was no longer on the patio, and he was walking down her driveway back towards his house. Whether or not this was a consensual encounter I could not say, but I was sure that the couple of pictures I had the sense to take might get me out of a future speeding ticket or two.

Damn, I wanted her. I wanted it to be me that was pounding into her. Me, she was sucking. And that was when I think I cracked. My obsession with her went over the edge. She was teasing me. Driving me mad with lust. I had to have her, and soon!

And today was the day. A warm sunny afternoon, with Bill away for the weekend on work again. I lived in that little corner of my deck.... waiting.... watching. Finally she emerged from the house, and through my telescope I saw that she was wearing her tiny lime green bikini. Slipping a couple of my pictures into my back pocket, I quickly headed down the street, pretending to be out for a mid-day stroll. I approached her drive and peering around to check on any others eyes, I slipped down the driveway and up to the side of the house. Making my way to the back, I began to push my way into the dense arbor vitae that shielded the patio area from view. 

As I pulled back the branches, I saw her, sitting on a thickly padded chaise lounge. She had removed the skimpy top of her bikini, freeing her beautiful full breasts. She had just applied oil to her long luscious legs, and was just finishing with her arms. I watched as she poured more oil to her abdomen, spreading it out and up to her breasts. She took her time rubbing it into the soft skin of her breasts, obviously enjoying the feel of her own breasts almost as much as I was enjoying the show. Then she contorted her arms, trying to spread oil onto her back. This maneuver pushed her breasts out, glistening on the sunlight, her nipples quite visibly hard.

Spreading a large towel out, she laid back onto the chaise, soaking up the hot sun. I just stood there, surrounded be the dense trees, rubbing the hard cock through my shorts, trying to figure out what to do next. I was so driven with lust that I really had no plan of action thought out. It was then that I noticed that her hips were squirming, moving almost rhythmically. Then her hands began to move. Up and down her sides, slowly. Moving around and up to take her breasts into her hands, caressing them. Her eyes were tightly closed, lost in her own fantasy that I had the pleasure of being witness to. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts, then pinched and rolled her nipples, pulling on them. Then her right hand slipped down, gliding across her oiled abdomen, only to disappear into her bikini bottoms. From the movements of her hand, it was obvious she was rubbing her clit as she rolled and pulled on her nipple. When she started ramming her fingers into herself, I just couldn't take it anymore, and I pushed my way through the remaining branches as quickly and as quietly as I could, my hard cock tenting my shorts pointing the way. 

I stood by the side of her feet, my head casting a shadow on the side of her flat belly. Her eyes opened at the sudden feeling of coolness there, adjusting to my silhouette against the afternoon sun. Her hands suddenly stopped their caressing and her eyes widened in horror as she realized that there was somebody standing over her. She jumped up quickly, her hands scrambling to cover her bouncing breasts. Her bikini bottoms half pushed down, just enough to reveal a well manicured thin strip of dark hair. Damn, she looked great.

"George!?!"

"Good afternoon, Angie" I stammered.

Slipping her one hand and arm to cover both breasts, she reached for the towel on the chaise. But I was closer and quicker, snatching it away from her. 

"What are you doing here? What do you want?" she screamed at me, as she reached across the chaise trying to grab her top. This put her in a precarious position, which I quickly took advantage of by grabbing her hips and used her unbalanced body weight to toss her down onto the chaise.

"You, I want you. You've been teasing me so long. I want you. Now!" My delirious obsession was now complete. I lifted her ass up by her hips, pushing her face into the padded cushion with a hand between her shoulders, mimicking the actions of her husband. My madness continued as my free hand found the edge of her bikini bottoms, ripping them from her. "We should be more than just neighbors, we should be good neighbors". She struggled against the hand at her back, whimpering and pleading for me to stop. I was now crazy in my lust, my need for her, having lost all sense of reason. Pushing her harder into the cushion, I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pulling out my cock and balls. The sound of my zipper must have made her realize what my intentions were, as she started to struggle harder, moving her hips side to side in an attempt to escape my hard cock pointed straight at her. I moved forward, trapping her legs between my knees. The head of my cock found her soft lips, still wet from her previous ministrations, slipping between them with ease. And then I drove into her hard, burying myself fully in her in one swift motion. I felt her body stiffen, her hands clenching the cushion.

I held there for a moment, savoring how tight she was. How soft she was. I could feel her muscles involuntarily grabbing onto me. And then I started pounding into her. Slamming my cock into her harder and faster. She felt so good, so much better than any fantasy I could have. And then I felt her push back. Whether this was involuntary animal lust kicking in, or her attempt to get me to cum and get this ordeal over with, I didn't know, nor did I care. Releasing my hand from her back, I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head up and back. I could see her stealing glances over her shoulder at me. What a sight I must have been, my eyes wild with raw lust, as I kept ramming my hard cock into her. I released her hair from my grip, placing both hands on her hips, pulling her back onto me as I drove into her with wild abandon. She never moved her head, continuing to peer over her shoulder at me, as she clenched her teeth, trying to not cry out as her body stiffened in her own orgasm. Suddenly, I slammed deep into her and exploded, my hot cum shooting into her in waves. I could feel her muscles in rolling contractions across the length of my cock, milking me. 

My intense orgasm spent, I collapsed over her, pressing her flat to the chaise lounge. She continued to slightly arch her hips, her ass tilted up to me, as her muscles continued to milk me. Squeeze me. Sucking me into her. Her body betrayed her, re-hardening me in mere moments. She looked over her shoulder at me, a fire in her eyes. "You got what you wanted, now get off me and go!" Yet her muscles continued to milk me. I started to roll my hips, and her eyes closed as she began to push back to me. "No! Get off me, now!"

I lifted my torso off of her, careful to keep pushing into her. God, she felt so good, I didn't want to leave the velvety soft warmth of her pussy. Reluctantly, I pulled out, sitting across her thighs. I reached down to retrieve her bikini top, then pulled her elbows behind her, making them touch as I tied her elbows together with her top. "Stop that! What are you doing? Get off of me!", she cried, as she started to struggle again. I got up, and pulled her to her feet. Holding her by her elbows, I reached down, removing the towel from the chaise and letting it fall into a pile on the patio at my feet. I turned her around to face me, holding her shoulders. 

"On yours knees" I commanded.

"What? No!"

"I insist. On your knees!" My hands pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her down, until my cock was now in front of her face.

"Open your mouth, I want to feel your soft hot mouth suck every drop out of me". My final fantasy just mere inches away.

"Never!" She turned her head away, closing her eyes, as if to make this nightmare disappear.

"What? You'll suck off Ed, but not me? Now that's not being very neighborly"

Her eyes flew open, turned towards me. "What are you talking about?" But she knew. I knew. I reached into my back pocket, removing the pictures. Flipping through them, I found the one of her on her knees, servicing Ed. Turning it slowly to her, her eyes widened in horror. Then to the stack of pictures still in my hands. Then up to me. Knowing that I knew, knew it all.

"What do you want?" 

Dumb question. I just looked down at her. My hand went to the back of her head, guiding her to my cock. I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Angie hesitantly opened her lips, her glistening tongue slipped out, tentatively touching the swollen head in front of her. Slowly she began to lick my length, long slow strokes, like a lollypop, tasting our combined juices. She slipped my bulbous head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. With a little pressure from my hand, I began to slide deeper into her mouth. And deeper, until I was pressing against the back of her mouth. My God, her mouth was tighter than her pussy. I slid out to the head of my cock, then slowly slid all the way back in. Ah, this was so much better than my wildest fantasies. Grabbing onto a handful of hair on either side of her head, I started sliding in and out faster, with long full strokes. The sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth was exquisite.

"That's right. Suck on it. Harder. God, your mouth is so tight. So hot.... so soft. You feel so good." I could see her cheeks caving in as she sucked harder. Holding firmly to her head I pushed to the back of her mouth, and continued pushing, until I slid into her throat. Pressing her face into my crotch, I could feel her throat muscles contracting on my cock. I was in pure heaven. I started pushing in and out of her mouth faster. Then pounding into her, my balls slapping off her chin. I could see her breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust I made. My pounding grew faster. Angie's eyes closed. I could feel her body tensing, shaking with her own impending orgasm. Her muffled moans sending shivers along my cock as I rammed in and out of her tight mouth. She pushed her head forward, forcing my cock back down her throat as she came. The strength of her suction and tightness of her mouth causing me to explode. My fingers dug into her scalp in my ecstasy. I pulled back to her mouth so she could taste me as I continued pulsing out cum. She kept sucking, pulling out every drop, greedily drinking it down. Satiated, I had to withdraw from her soft mouth, lest she suck my cock right off my body.

I stood there, holding her head against my crotch, my withering cock along her cheek, until I could breath again. Finally I let go, stepping back to look down on her. Angie looked up at me with watery glazed eyes. I leaned down to her, taking her cheeks in my hands, and lightly kissed her forehead.

"Now, that's being neighborly."

I turned and looked back at her just before pushing my way out through the arbor vitae, she was still there kneeling, her head down. Oh yes, Angie was going to be a very good neighbor.

I think I'll bring her some cupcakes next week.



The Good Neighbor



I am a divorcee, aged 34, fairly good looking, but not an Adonis by any stretch of the imagination. I have a really good position, which pays me very well. That's part of the reason I am divorced. I spent so much time doing my work and trying to get ahead, that I neglected my family. I don't blame them at all for leaving, since I was never here for them. I did make a name for myself with the company, but it was at the expense of my family. I did, however, manage to buy us a nice home and automobiles. We had a two-car garage but I had given up my side of the garage so that I could use it for a gym. I purchased some nice gym equipment and set it up in the garage so that I could use it at night and on weekends as I come from a family with a long history of cardiac problems and I wanted to avoid that as long as I could. 

Anyway, Jackie left me and took our teenaged daughter (Taylor) with her and moved to an apartment not too awfully far from here. That, at least, allowed the daughter to finish high school at the same school with all her friends. She is a very good-looking girl with long dark hair and a ready smile. She is very out going and flirty. She and the two teens next door spent a lot of time together when she lived here.

Next door was a couple with two teenaged children. The husband is a contract truck driver who drives mostly for Defense Department contractors, hauling explosives and missiles, and that sort of thing. He is also gone a lot. But his wife has hung in there with him. He does provide well for them though. But when he is home, he is home for maybe a week at a time. That, of course, with the kids in school, gives them time to catch up and make up for lost time. 

We were good friends with the family next door. We often times ate meals together on weekends, the women shopped together, the kids hung out together. The father and I didn't have a lot in common. He was a nice enough man, very knowledgeable about a lot of things, but he was a man who enjoyed working with his hands and getting dirty. I, on the other hand, enjoyed working at a desk, in a shirt and tie, making-the-world-go-round, on paper! But we both enjoyed sports and that is where we got along best on weekends. He was also a handy man to have around when something broke. He had taught me a lot about owning a home and maintaining it. I, in turn, taught him a little about such things as the stock market, computers, and some of the technologies of today.

Without my knowledge, and it sure didn't matter either way, Jackie had given Janice (the wife next door) her permission to use my gym equipment. (I had a lot of pride in the 'gym' that I had put together in my garage.) Well, she gave that to the whole family. We had traded house keys long ago, just in case of any kind of emergency. We also knew the alarm codes to each other's houses. You never know when one of the kids is going to loose their house key, or one family be gone when the power goes out and then the alarm goes off, when no one is home. It was a matter of convenience to both families. Of course, when both families were home, the kids didn't bother to knock at each other's doors. We were like one big family living in two houses.

Nowadays, when I am home on weekends, I am usually out in the yard cleaning, cutting, trimming, planting, whatever. Just trying to keep it looking nice. It is a very nice neighborhood. On Saturdays, I like to get out early and cut the grass and edge and trim, and also check out all the neighbors as they go for their walks and jogs and runs and whatever. 

For my exercise, when the weather is nice, I raise the garage door and it is almost like 'working out', outside. When the weather is bad, the door might be open or closed depending on whether it is a driving rain or extremely cold. Most evenings now, I will be working out and suddenly there is Janice. She is bringing me leftovers from the dinner she and the kids just had. Let me tell you, I don't mind that at all, because she is an excellent cook! She is a good-looking woman too. But I have never even seen a hint from her that she would ever consider messing around on her husband. 

Well, about 9 months ago, I came home from work early. There was a storm and the power had been knocked out in the grid where my office was on the other side of town. This did not affect the power at home, because we were on a different power grid. Anyway, I got home in the middle of the afternoon in a pouring rain and just left my truck in the driveway rather than have all that water in the garage to clean up later. I entered the house through the door in the side of the garage and hung my raincoat in there to drip dry. As I entered the house through the kitchen, I heard a noise back in the house. I keep an aluminum baseball bat leaning against the back door frame for just such a time. (There's one leaning against the frame of the master bedroom door, too). Anyway, I eased down the hall, listening to identify where the noise was coming from. As I got closer, I realized it was coming from my master bedroom. I put my back to the wall and eased to the door and peeked around the frame to size up the situation. I almost choked!! There on my bed, it was Janice, naked!! And she was fingering herself hard and deep! Her left hand was almost buried in her pussy and her right hand was trying to do serious damage to her right nipple. Good grief, she was so fucking hott!!! She was very near orgasm! She had to be! She was humping her ass up and down and moaning and throwing her head back and forth on the pillow! She was really into it. I slowly laid the bat on the floor against the wall and got on my knees and crawled in. (Don't ask me why, I don't know!) Anyway, I crawled over to the bed just when she started to orgasm. She screamed out, (not real loud, but enough to scare the shit out of me!) I got it together again and reached the bed and raised up and put my right hand on her left tit and squeezed and she moaned. Then instantly she screamed and jumped all the way across the bed away from me. Her eyes were as big as baseballs!! She backed to the wall, still screaming and then she realized it was me and she dashed to the bed, grabbed her clothes (Shorts and tee shirt) and ran out of the room, crying. I sat there on the floor, feeling like the devil, like pure shit. I had ruined her orgasm, for nothing, and I had scared the hell out the only woman who treated me like a friend! How in the hell was I going to fix this? I sat there on the floor for a good 15 minutes, trying to figure out why I was such an asshole! And how I was going to apologize to her. I loved that lady a lot, as a best friend, really. We talked a lot. Mainly about the kids, and life in general. Now she may never want to speak to me again.

I finally got up, walked through the house and went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Finally it finished and I sat down at the table with a cup and thought about it. Then I remembered that Taylor (My daughter) was coming over this weekend. I would call Janice and invite her and the kids to go out and eat with Taylor and me on Saturday night. But I also thought that I should wait a day or two before I called her to let her cool off some.

I saw her a couple of times over the next few days as she was taking her daughter and some of her teen friends out in the car to a movie or whatever, but I hadn't spoken to her. Then on Thursday evening, she took Cristy out in the car and came back alone. I was in my 'gym' at the time. When she got out of the car, I called to her and asked her if I could talk to her, please. She came over slowly and stood glaring at me. I could readily see she was still mad at me. And by now I understood why. Not because I had interrupted her orgasm, or because I had scared her, but because I had caught her naked in my house.

I said, "Janice, I am so very sorry. Please forgive my stupidity! I should have left and come back later. Or made some noise in the garage to let you know I was home. I am so terribly sorry Janice. Honey, I love you so much! You are my best friend!! I beg you, don't be mad at me because I am so stupid!"

She almost smiled, but didn't.... quite. She said "Ricky, I am not so much mad at you as I am mad at myself. I am sorry for invading your house. I should not have done that in your house Ricky, I'm sorry too."

"Will you have some coffee with me? I know the kids are both gone, so come on in and have a cup with me. We'll open the living room drapes so the neighbors can see us sitting there and know we are not fooling around, ok?

"Ok, good idea. The drapes, I mean. The neighbors would talk!" We went inside and I poured us both a cup of coffee and we sat down at the table. 

"Janice, just out of curiosity, why were you over here ... uh ... anyway, ...and not at home?"

Her head dropped down, she was embarrassed, but she said, "Ricky, Jackie and I have been the very best of friends for a long time, you know that. We talked about everything. Including sex, of course. I complained to her once that I couldn't .... Uh ... masturbate without fear of being caught by one of the kids, especially since Josh got a car. He was subject to walk in at any time! Jackie told me to come over and use your bedroom and she told me where your stash of porn DVDs is too. You two were not home during the day and I had a key, so it was obviously the best thing to do when I had that need. But I haven't had the nerve to ask you about it since Jackie left. I guess I should have! I'm sorry Ricky, I won't do it anymore."

"Yes you will too!! I want you too Janice! Like I said a while ago, I love you, you are my best friend. I want you to feel at home in my house. Oh Janice, I just thought of something. When do you have to go pick up Cristy?"

"In about another 2 hours now, I guess. Why?" She asked.

"Listen, will you trust me again, Please?"

She nodded her head 'yes'.

"Ok, finish your coffee and go home. Then come out the back door and come back over here. I'll close the drapes and let you in the back door. No one can see you then. OK?"

"Ok but we aren't going to bed together, you know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Janice, I know that, that is not what I was thinking!, I promise."

I walked her out through the garage and watched her go home. Then I closed the garage door and went in and closed the drapes and opened the back door that goes from the kitchen to the back yard. We have big privacy fences around both back yards... for the girls to sunbathe I think!

Janice was soon there with me. We went in and she sat down at the table again and said "Now why did we do all that Ricky?"

I sat down at the end of the table next to her on the side of the table. I reached over and put my hand on her arm and she looked at me a little nervous. She was probably thinking that I was going to try to seduce her. "Janice, there is something I have wanted to do forever, and never had a partner to do it with. I hope, sincerely, that you are the one. Janice, will you go back in there and masturbate for me while I watch you? Please? I promise on Taylor's eyes, I won't touch you. Please?"

Her mouth opened, in shock, as she looked at me. "Are you serious Ricky? Really serious?"

"Yes, honey, oh god yes, I've wanted to do that for so long now. I've watched it in porn movies before, and I think that is so erotic! I just want to see if it is that erotic in person. Will you please? I won't touch you, I promise. I'll sit in the chair in the corner and watch."

"Ricky, I don't know. Pour me some more coffee and let me think about this a minute."

I poured us another cup of coffee. We sat in silence for a few minutes and sipped our coffee. Then she looked at me with a very serious look on her face and said, "Ricky, you could have jumped on me the other day in the bed and I might have fought at first, but I was so horny that I would have let you fuck me, I think. I was that horny! But you didn't do that. So I believe you when you say that you won't touch me. So I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll do what you want me to, but only if you will get naked with me and sit on the opposite corner of the bed and masturbate for me too. I'll watch you and you watch me. Is that ok with you?"

"Oh my god yes Janice. Let's do it. I got up and walked to the bedroom and asked her, "Do you want me to put a porn flick on the TV to get us started?"

"Have you got one of girls on girls? I've never tried that, but it is very interesting and erotic to me."

"Yeah, I got one of those!!" I dug around and found it and put it in the DVD player.

I turned back around and Janice was naked except for her panties and sitting on the side of the bed. "This feels so weird Ricky!! I hope I can get into it now that I have agreed to it."

I striped down completely, and went to the foot of the bed on the opposite side of the bed. I sat down on the bed 'Indian style' with my legs crossed in front of me just above the ankles. Janice sat down just like me. We both watched the TV for a minute and I started slowly stroking my cock, which was about half hard already, watching the girls on the TV. Janice watched the TV for a minute and then looked back at me and moaned. My cock was standing up nice and hard by then. Her gaze locked on my cock and she started rubbing her pussy lips. 

In just a half a minute she got up and jerked her panties off and said "Oh god I can't believe I'm doing this. I am dripping wet already Ricky. Please don't take advantage of me. When I get so horny, I'll do anything to get off!

We were both working ourselves pretty furiously pretty quickly. Janice fell over on the bed and rolled to her back. She was really getting into it. Her legs were up in the air and spread wide and she was looking from me to the TV and back again. She was stuffing three fingers in her pussy by then. Then she started talking to herself. "Fuck my pussy bitch, ram your fingers inside me ... harder you slutty bitch!! Make me cumm dammit!!" She looked back at me and said "I'm ready Ricky!! I'm ready... OHHHHH!!! fuck!! FUCK!!!! Here it is!!!!! NOW!!!!! She went into convulsions with her eyes closed and had all four fingers stuffed in her pussy and one tit looked like it would be ripped off her soon!

I was there too. I shot cum so hard it splashed across her on the other side of the bed. Twice it shot across her and splashed on her body. Most of it right around her tits. The rest fell on the bed and on my hand. Damn!! I have never cum like that from masturbating ---- never!!!

I caught my breath and said "Oh jeez Janice, baby, that was so fantastic!!! I've never cum that hard before!"

"Did you suspect that it would do that to us Ricky? Fuck!! I've had some great orgasms before but that was something else!!! I think if it had lasted a few seconds longer, I would have had my fucking arm inside me!! It was the best ever Ricky!! The best!!"

I got up and went to the bathroom and brought her back a warm wet washcloth and told her she had cum all over her. She laughed and said, "Damn! I guess you did cum hard, didn't you!!" As she cleaned herself off.

"Thank you Janice, that was fantastic!! I hope you'll consider doing it again sometime. I really enjoyed it!!"

"Oh I think we can arrange that Ricky. As long as you understand that we aren't going to have sex. I won't cheat on Jerry, not ever. OK?"

"Sure, I understand completely!! I will never ask you to either. Now, you know where my porn is, you have a key, please feel free to come over anytime and play honey. You know I am never home during the day. If the neighbors say anything, you can tell them that you are just helping me keep the place clean. Or you can come and go through the back door and no one will see you. That's up to you. But do me a favor? Would you leave me some little sign that you have been here? Just in case I need to do it myself, I can think about that too. Just leave the DVD sticking out of the player, or a towel on the bed ... hey, that's an idea. Put a towel under you, it'll catch your juices and then when I come to bed, I can smell pussy as I jerk off!! Ok with you?" 

Janice walked over, fully dressed again and she hugged me and said "You are a good man Ricky. Of course I'll do it. That won't hurt anyone!"

We walked to the kitchen and I said "Another cup of coffee Janice?"

"No, I'd better get back over to the house in case Cristy calls and wants me to come get her early or something. But we'll talk tomorrow, I'm sure." She hugged me again and said "Oh god Ricky, that was some kinda good. I'm glad you thought of it."

"I'm more glad that you weren't mad at me for being so dumb the other day! Thank you Janice, for a great evening!"

She left and went home and I got a cup of coffee and watched TV for a while before going to bed.

That weekend when Taylor came over, I took Janice, her two children and Taylor out to dinner. When we got to the restaurant, I asked the hostess for two adjoining tables. She looked at me kind of strangely and said, "Sure sir, right this way please." She led us to two tables and I told the children to take one and Janice and I would take the other one. That way, we won't interfere with each other's conversations. The kids thought that was a great idea! But we did spend a lot of time talking back and forth between tables. I guess Taylor and Janice's two, Cristy and Josh, had missed each other quite a bit, because when Janice and I finished eating, and we talked too, the kids were only about half finished. But they were so happy together it was worth it. Janice and I were like kids ourselves watching our kids interact. They were all great kids. Josh was already out of school and going to college and the two girls would be out this year. I guess Janice and I will be having "empty nest syndrome" at the same time.

A couple of weeks went by and I noticed a few DVDs sticking out of the player, usually the same girl/girl one. And every couple of days, a towel left on the bed. Then on a Thursday evening, I came in and went to change clothes and noticed two towels on the bed. I wondered about that!! Had Janice brought another lady here to play? Why two towels? Hmmmm. I'd have to ask her about that.

Janice called me on the phone on Thursday night, (both kids were at home) and told me that Jerry was coming home on Friday and they were going to go "find a quiet place for a couple of days" and would I watch out for the kids. Of course they were no problem. Josh was usually out with his buddies or his "at the time" girlfriend. Cristy usually had a sleep over. So I would just have to be close to a phone if they needed me.

Friday afternoon, I came in from work early, because I was watching the kids and I wanted to be home when they got out of school. I had not done that before. But I was using the 'child-sitting' as an excuse to take off a little early. It was pretty quiet at the office anyway.

I went by the Lowes Home Center on the way and picked up some tulip bulbs that I wanted to put out in the front yard. I got home about 4 PM. That was about 2 ½ - 3 hours earlier than normal for me. I pulled up and parked in the driveway and got out and went in the house. 

I stopped as soon as I entered the kitchen door from the garage. I heard the TV in my bedroom. I stood still for a minute, listening. Yep, it was a porn flick. All the moaning and groaning, you couldn't mistake that! Well, again, in my mind, Janice is gone with Jerry, so who the fuck is in my bedroom? I picked up my bat and walked across the kitchen and sneaked down the hall, hugging the wall to my bedroom. I leaned forward just enough to get one eye around the door frame and there was a damned good looking redhead on my bed, with her jeans laying on the floor beside the bed. She was intent on the TV and I looked again, closer, at her face. Then I think I know her. She is a friend of Cristy's. I stepped into the bedroom and leaned up against the door frame and cleared my throat.




The Good Neighbor



Cristy was on the bed, naked from the waist down, along with this other girl. When I cleared my throat, it was almost cartoon-like. Both their heads perked up and at the same time they turned toward me and then both screamed and jumped off the bed and got down behind the bed. Trying to hide their nakedness.

Cristy cried out "Oh god Mr. Ricky!!! I'm so sorry!! I'm sorry sir!! Please Mr. Ricky, don't be mad at me! Oh Please Mr. Ricky, I'm now mud forever!!! Oh me...." (Then she started just bawling, her head on the side of my bed.

The other girl, I can't recall her name, cried out "Sir!! Oh please sir, let us go! I promise we'll never do this again!! You don't know me but I have seen you here. Please, let us go sir. Oh sir, if you tell on us, we'll be grounded forever!! Forever!!" Then she started crying too, with her head on her crossed arms on the side of the bed.

I stepped around the foot of the bed and stood back and looked at two fine young asses sitting there on my bedroom floor. I stepped closer and smacked Cristy's ass pretty hard for her. She jumped up and turned to look at me, not realizing immediately that she had just turned her naked pussy to face me. I smacked the other girl's ass too. She just jumped a little and stayed seated there on the floor. Cristy was just standing there looking at me crying.

"Get back up on the bed, both of you!" I yelled, faking madness. I stepped around to the foot of the bed so I could look straight at both of them.

Cristy was slow going about getting on the bed. I stepped over and smacked her ass again and said, "Get on the bed Cristy! NOW!"

She got up on the bed and she just cried louder. Then she started again ..."Please Mr. Ricky, Please. I'm begging. I'll do anything you say, just don't tell on us please. You know if my parents don't kill me, I'll be restricted to the house forever! I don't know what Roxanne's parents will do to her. Probably kick her out of the house. Mr. Ricky, please. I am a virgin Mr. Ricky, but you can do whatever you want to, to me and I won't resist. Just please don't tell on us." She cried some more. Then she started putting her clothes back on.

"OH NO Cristy!! No clothes!! As a matter of fact, take your tops and bras off, both of you! Right now!!!

Both of them were really crying now, crying hard!! They took the rest of their clothes off and tried to cover themselves with their arms.

"Damn, you girls look pretty good!!! Cristy!! I'm surprised that your hot little pussy is shaved clean!!!"

Roxanne looked down at it and then up at me. Big tears rolling down her face. "Why isn't yours shaved, Roxanne?"

She looked from me to Cristy and back at me and said, "I just never did it, sir! If you like it shaved, I'll shave it, I promise!"

"Alright girls, enough blubbering now. Shut it up. I want to talk, and I hate crying while I talk."

They both sniffled a bit and wiped their eyes and I reached and got a box of tissue and handed it to them. 

"Now, how close were you, Cristy, from orgasm, when I walked in?" I asked looking straight at her hot little wet pussy.

"I ... I... I was .. almost ready.. Mr. Ricky. Almost!"

"What about you Rozanne? How close were you?" 

"I was close, but I think I was going to take a little longer than Cristy because she seemed to be making more noise than me, sir."

"Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your fun girls. But let me tell you, you girls sure do look good!! Christy, I know you are 18, because I remember your party just about three months ago, but what about you Roxanne, How old are you?"

"I'm 2 months older than Cristy, sir. Sir, what are you planning on doing with us? You have got me scared to death sir." Roxanne said. A few more tears ran from her eyes.

"Well, since both of you are over 18, I should just lay you down and fuck you good and hard!" I paused to get a reaction. Roxanne started crying again.

She looked up at me and said "Oh please sir, I am a virgin, I swear. I really want to wait before I give it up, but if that is all that will save us, I guess I have to do it. Who do you want first? Sir, please go easy with us!" She whimpered a little more and then she said "Oh please sir, please don't tell on us. We are so sorry!"

Cristy was being pretty quiet and I said, "Cristy, did you two finger each other? Kiss? Suck each other? Anything?"

"No sir. It did cross my mind as I watched those girls in the movie, but I was afraid Roxanne would think I was a lesbo or something. So I didn't do anything."

I went over and sat down on the bed close to them. They both scooted back a little, like they were scared of me. I said, "Alright, I think I have figured out what I am going to do with you two. Cristy, I know your parents, and if I told them, you would be grounded from now till you were at least 35 years old! And if I told Josh what I found here ...."

"Oh god NO, Mr. Ricky!! It would be all over school in 24 hours!!! We would be the biggest sluts to hit this county!! Please, you can't tell Josh!! I love him but he has a big mouth when he wants to!"

"OK, Roxanne, you first. Stand up right over here by me." I said.

"Can I put some clothes back on, please sir?" She whimpered.

"No, just get over here and stand right here!" I pointed to a spot on the floor by my right leg.

She got up and moved over by me and stood on the floor by my right leg. I could smell her sweet pussy. I wanted to grab her and just devour that redheaded pussy.

"Cristy, right behind her. Quickly now, we don't have all night. Josh will be home soon!" She scrambled over and stood right behind Roxanne.

I stood up and took my pants loose and then slid them and my boxers down at the same time. Then I sat back down and said "Rozanne, pull them off for me. Take my shoes off first!" She did that and kept looking up at me. When she was finished, she stood back up. I reached up and took Roxanne's hand and pulled her down and across my knees. Neither of them said a word about my cock standing straight out in front of me. I hope they were thinking they were going to get fucked good now.

I held Roxanne by her hips and positioned her so that my cock was touching her belly. I put my left hand on her back just below her neck. I looked up at Cristy and pointed to the floor. She understood and got on her knees behind Roxanne. I smiled at her and then I slapped Roxanne's ass hard! Then on the other cheek. She screamed out "OuchhhhhhhOohhhhh oh god please not that that hurts so bad oh god noooooo!!"

I continued to slap her ass, alternating cheeks and points on her cheeks so that her whole ass was fiery red. She was squirming and trying to get up, but I held her down. Then I rubbed down between her legs a little and she moaned and was crying and moaning. She was holding onto my ankle and squeezing it. "Oh ohhhh my ass oh it hurts oh please sir do anything else you want to, but please stop. I slid a finger between her wet lips and then dragged it up over her ass hole. She wriggled a bit and moaned again. I looked into Cristy's eyes and then gave her one of those faces that says 'this is a question'. She nodded her head yes that she understood. So I nodded and then I spanked Roxanne once more on each cheek and then looked down at Cristy and she leaned forward and slid her tongue into Roxanne's pussy, then dragged it up over her ass hole. Roxanne yelled out and said "Oh my god that feels so good!! Oh please don't stop, oh shit that feels so good!! Yes do me that way oh yes sir Do that! I still had one hand on her back and one on her ass, rubbing it. Then Cristy reached up and got her hips and pulled her face into Roxanne's pussy. Roxanne screamed out "Oh god yes fuck me with your tongue, I want to cumm please!!! And Cristy stayed in there and made her cum. She orgasmed so hard!!! She was shaking and trembling and then she was as stiff as a board, then she just collapsed. Completely limp over my knees. I started fingering her again, putting two fingers together and then three together inside her and woke her up again. When she tried to rise up this time, I let her. I pulled my fingers out of her and she leaned down and started to kiss me, then she got a strange look on her face and she straightened up and looked at me again, I was just smiling. Then she looked at Cristy who was licking her lips and smiling.

Roxanne got a surprised look on her face and her hand flew up and covered her mouth and she whispered "Cristy? Did ... did .... You .... Oh god ... Christy ....did you just eat me out?" 

Cristy, just smiled up at her and licked her lips some more. Then she stood up and hugged Roxanne and said, "Taste this bitch!" and she shoved her tongue into Roxanne's mouth. They kissed passionately for a long time!! I finally had to break it up!

"OK Cristy, your turn! Get down here on my lap, just like Roxanne was. Roxanne, on your knees behind her. 

"Oh Mr. Ricky, please, not so hard! My little ass is tender!" I got her by the hips and positioned her so that my dick was rubbing her belly too. She reached under my legs and got hold of my cock and said "Oh Mr. Ricky, yours is my first cock in my hand. It feels so good. Can I play with it Ricky, please?"

My answer was a hard slap on her ass, with about 15 to follow! She yelled out and cried and wriggled her ass, but the spanking went on. Then I stopped and rubbed her ass and down between her legs a bit. She would moan and groan and I slid a finger into her pussy and then into her ass just about an inch ... to the first joint. She moaned "Oh god that feels so good Ricky! Don't stop please, make me cum Ricky!"

I looked at Roxanne and she was looking like "Do I have to?" I just pointed at Cristy's pussy and she knew she had to. So she leaned in and got Cristy by the hips and proceeded to do a great job of eating Cristy out. In just a matter of a couple of minutes, Cristy was begging her to eat her , bite her, tongue her, suck her dry!

Roxanne was really getting into to it too. She had her face buried in Cristy's crotch and was shaking her head and tongue fucking Cristy as hard as she could! 

"OH MY GOD!!!!! OH ROXY!!! ROXY!!!!! OH BABY!!! EAT ME!! I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

Cristy humped hard and fast, she wriggled, she begged, she cried out, she was trembling all over. 

I could hear Roxanne slurping at Cristy's pussy!! I shot off against Cristy's belly!! I didn't even realize I was getting close! Cristy yelled out "Yeah Ricky, do it baby, cum on me honey!!" Then she reached under me again and found some of my cum and wiped her fingers through it and then licked her fingers.

Roxanne had stopped eating her pussy by then and Cristy said to her "Oh baby, you have got to taste his cum!! Get some off my belly baby, eat it!! It's good!!!"

I let Cristy get up and she immediately turned to Roxanne and kissed her again. They were then tasting all three of us together. But I had to break that kiss again too!

"Cristy, go in there and bring us some hot wet wash cloths, please, so we can get cleaned up." She turned and went into the bathroom. I reached for Roxanne's hand and she came to me willingly. I put a hand on each hip and pulled her to me and sucked on one tit and then the other one, just enough to let her know they had been sucked on. By then Cristy was back and I did her the same way. Then we cleaned up.

"You girls can put your clothes back on now, if you want to." I said, as I finished wiping the cum off my legs and off the carpet.

They started dressing, and I just couldn't help myself, I had to reach over and rub those gorgeous pussies again, this time through the panties. I said "Oh god those things feel so fucking good!!! I could eat both of you right now"

Cristy said "Do we have time Ricky? I'm willing! That was, without a doubt, the best ass beating I have ever had!"

"Me too!" Roxanne said, smiling.

"No, we'd better not. We don't need to take any chances unnecessarily." ..... "Speaking of Chances, and while you are getting dressed, Cristy, tell me what ever gave you the idea that you could come over here and do that in my house?!"

"Mr. Ricky, I know I've have been really bad lately, but .... Well, sir, I was supposed to be taking a nap the other afternoon, but I was sitting in my window upstairs and saw mom come out of our house and come over here. Well, that made me curious, because I knew you weren't home. And if you were, then she must be screwing around on Daddy. So I waited a few minutes and then I sneaked over here after her. I found her on your bed just like you found us, fingering herself! And watching a video!! I stood there behind that door frame that you were leaning on and listened to her and my pussy got so wet that it was showing through my shorts!! I knew then that I had to do that same thing!! So when she started or orgasm, she was yelling and cursing and making all kinds of noise and I used that to make my exit!! About 2 hours later, I sneaked your house key off the hook and came over here while she was watching her soap operas, and I found the towel and the DVD sticking out of the machine. So I got me a towel and watched the DVD and did the same thing!"

"Ok, how many times have you and Roxanne been here together?"

"Oh this was her first time. I saw that girl/girl video, and it looked so hot! I was hoping Roxanne would want to do that to me if she saw that movie." She looked at Roxanne and said "I love you Roxy, honestly I do! And I would have done it to you too, if you'd have let me!"

"I wanted to, but he caught us before I could act on it!!! As it turned out, it was even better!! But damn that spanking hurt at first!"

"Ok, you girls need to get out of here, but before you go, let me tell you the rules!"

"Rules?" They both said.

"Yes, RULES!! This is, after all, my house!"

"Oh yes sir, sorry!"

"Alright, one is that this is kept absolutely secret. NO ONE is to hear about this! Another is, Cristy, you have control of the key, so no one can get in here without you. You don't mess up my house. You make a mess, you clean it up. Next, NO BOYS!! You girls are not going to get pregnant in my house! Next, Roxanne, you can take my phone number with you or you can get it from Cristy, but I'd like to have your number too, or I can have Cristy call you for me. But I would like to sneak you in here and spend a night, like a Friday or Saturday night, just eating you and letting you suck on me. And that is for both of you. Cristy, I pretty much know when you can come over, but Roxy, I want to spend a lot of time eating on you baby. And you can remain technically a virgin, but I just love to eat pussy. .... That's all I can think of right now. But just remember...Secret!!!!!! NO one hears about this!!"

"Oh fuck I am wet again already!! Just hearing you tell me how much you want to eat me out made me wet again Mr. Ricky." Roxanne said. "My parents would question you if you called me, so just have Cristy call me. If I can get away, even for half an hour, you can eat me honey!!! I promise you!"

"Well, Ricky, don't be surprised at me showing up over here anytime! I want to learn to give great blowjobs and you can eat me all you want to!" Cristy said, smiling.

"Good, now get out of here before we get caught by Josh! Out the back door girls!!"



The Good Neighbor



Maria and I had bought our dream home after many years of sacrifice. This goal had become all consuming and had taken its toll on our lives. Due to the long work hours and conflicting schedules we had seen little of each other over the past several months.

Maria is a legal secretary she works the typical 9 -- 5 and often later. I drive taxi and I try to take as many late shifts as I can get which usually means I'm not home till 1 AM sometimes later and she's usually sleeping. Which means our sex life is non-existent.

Last night I had a late fare that was extraordinary. 

I picked them up at Club Dynamo at midnight, both were feeling no pain, and what a beautiful pair they were.

She was at least 5'10, Blonde, wearing a low cut white blouse that offered a great view of here 38 D's, which was paired with an unbelievable short skirt than when she climbed in my cab offered me a glorious peek of her creamy white thighs and her bright red underwear.

He was 6'3, slim, also Blonde, wearing tight black leather pants, and a black shirt unbuttoned to his navel showing a smooth chest. 

Both were laughing and carrying on so much I could hardly get their destination out of them. We chatted for a bit and I found out they were both 27, he's a drug salesman and she a nurse.

All the time we talked I could see her in my mirror and she noticed I couldn't take my eyes off her. I could hear her whispering, giggling softly, and soon as I drove along and the roads got darker it got quiet. 

Looking in the rear view I could see they were making out, he had his hand between the V of her blouse and had pushed the fabric aside giving me a great view of her creamy white breast. He had her nipple was between his fingers pinching and pulling and she was moaning into his mouth as he kissed her.

Normally I call a halt to this stuff when it happens in my cab...I pull over give them a shout of NOT IN MY CAB. "Get A ROOM!!" but tonight I was mesmerized, perhaps it was the fact that they were beautiful, perhaps it was because I was horny as hell.

I continued to glance in the mirror every chance I got, as I watched she unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and she was slipping his thick cock out as he sucked on her breast, she stroked him then he leaned back and she slowly lowered her mouth onto his engorged cock with one eye on me and with a smile took it all deep into her throat in one smooth move.

I think I let out a moan as I unconsciously rubbed my cock through my pants. As I watched he pulled her hair aside so I had a clear view of her bobbing up and down on his 8 inches. He now had taken his hand, pulled up her skirt and was rubbing her through her panties.

I could hear her softly moan as she sucked him deeply. I could barely keep the cab in its lane and had to slow down, I was afraid if I got into an accident I'd loose my license, never mind that he could get castrated the hard way. 

Soon he started to moan a bit and her moans got louder, her head bobbing faster and faster, his hand now deep in her panties I knew he was fingering her hot pussy I could smell the musk wafting over the front seat. Then he put a hand on her head and held it as he pumped his load deep into her throat...she let out a loud muffled moan and gulped it greedily down. Slowly she lifted her mouth off his cock and with her finger wiped the edge of her mouth. She then turned looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled and gave me a wink.

When we arrived at their door some 5 minutes later he gave me a $20 for a tip and took my card promising to call when they next needed a cab. She stumbled into the house with him both laughing and she was looking back at me with a big smile. My cock had leaked pre cum all over the front of my pants, which were tan, and standing there under the light she could see it.

I got back in my cab, pissed at myself and drove back to the garage to drop the cab and get my truck and headed home. On my ride after picking up my truck I couldn't help but think about what I had watched. My cock got hard again and I couldn't help but envy that guy. 

Maria, when she did give me head, never I mean never, allowed me to cum in her mouth so to see her not only take his load but swallow every drop and then wipe her lips to be sure she didn't miss a drop was unbelievable!!! 

When I pulled into our home all the lights were out as usual. 

I quietly entered and as I was wide-awake I went out back to my oasis, and made myself a scotch on the rocks. 

I stripped off my clothes and decided that I only had two choices to make my raging hard on go away, either masturbate or take a skinny dip and hope the water and cooler night air did there trick. 

As it was now 1:30 AM, I had no fear of being seen by my neighbors, Bill, a retired widower abutted my back yard and his lights were usually out by 11. On my other 2 sides one neighbor was away and the other an elderly couple whose lights were out by 10. 

So there I went walking casually to my pool the only lighting from the pool itself. I tossed my drink down in 2 swallows letting the warmth pass from my belly to my toes, then I jumped into the pool and proceeded to take a few laps, on my final lap I did the back stroke my cock still semi erect breaking through the water. When I got to the end I pulled myself up onto the edge of the pool.

It was then that I noticed Bills kitchen light on and his back door was open. Then I heard his voice.

A hearty " hey Dave" nice night for a swim, I quickly dropped my hands to my lap to cover my semi erection and I replied hi Bill, kind of late for you to be up isn't it?

See Bill was always willing to lend a hand, if I was trimming a tree he'd be there to lend an hand cleaning up, if I needed a tool, it was always "no problem", he'd always say that's what good neighbors do.

We chatted back and forth as he crossed into my yard and sat down just a few feet from me on a chair nearby. I, somewhat embarrassed about getting caught skinny-dipping, started to tell him about my last fare and what I had witnessed.

I also told him about my pre cum leakage embarrassment which made him chuckle. 

He was astonished at my story and frankly asked if I jerked off as I watched. He told me he probably would have, and fully understood my leakage. 

I laughed and told him NO I didn't JO. He said well you certainly must need some relief so get in there and get that beautiful wife of yours to take care of your needs. 

I just laughed and told him Maria is not a woman to wake and that I'd probably have to take matters into my own hands. 

With that he said, he'd love to help. I said what, you into porn or something cause with what I witnessed my mind is like a movie reel and I don't need any other stimulation.

He said well that's a mighty nice cock your trying to hold down, why don't you let me take care of that for you.

I was dumbfounded; I didn't know what to say.

Bill got up took the 2 steps toward me, reached out his hand to take mine and pulled me to a standing position.

There I was naked facing Bill my 70 year old neighbor who slowly got to his knees, he gently placed his hand around the root of my engorged cock and took my 7 inches slowly into his mouth and worked his way slowly down my shaft in one smooth move.

Slowly he worked my cock in his mouth, his mouth felt incredible his hands firm but tender stroking me, tugging on my balls gently.

I closed my eyes, thinking of the Blonde bobbing up and down in my back seat earlier sucking for all she was worth and then my hands went to his head and I began fucking Bills mouth with long slow strokes.

His hands now went to my ass as he pulled me to him I could feel the back of his throat with each thrust, small moans escaped from him into the night air, his mouth felt fantastic, my cock is thick and it felt like it was in a fantastic pussy. 

Slowly I picked up speed as I fucked his mouth and when I felt myself getting ready to cum I told him, but he just pulled me deep into his throat his hand squeezing my balls.

I let loose, pumping stream upon stream of cum down his throat, I hadn't cum in weeks and he was getting much more than he bargained for. But he didn't try to pull off he kept drinking it down hungrily.

When my cock finally stopped spurting Bill slowly backed off sucking down every drop working me from the base to the head milking out every last drop. Then he sat back on his heels and said WOW, what a load, how long have you been saving that up.

I told him it had been weeks, with that he smiled and said well I'd love to take care of that beautiful cock of yours any time you like. From that night forward Bill would often lend a hand. I am much more relaxed, I look forward to our time together I've even started to stroke him as he sucks me. Maybe one of these nights I'll return the favor. Bill says he's fine without reciprocation but I think I'd like to try to give him a little of the pleasure he give me. But thats another story.



The Good Neighbor



There was really no point ignoring the crying coming from the apartment next to my own. I knew it to be heartfelt since I was aware the man residing there had recently lost his wife of many years to cancer. I knew little else other than his name was Moussa and I believe he had been a merchant seaman, rarely home and then only for short periods. 

I had nodded to his wife, Sophia, on those occasions where we passed in the hallway. She seemed a sad woman, lonely I suppose for her husband. This I surmised largely due to the long nights of lovemaking that I could hear coming through my bedroom wall whenever Moussa returned home from one of his voyages. I envied her in a way. Moussa was a robust man in his early sixties and obviously most capable in bed, if his late wife's moans were any indication.

So I listened to him crying and felt pity but what can one do where grief abounds other than let it play itself out. 

A few hours later into the late evening the crying had abated and I felt he would rest perhaps. Then as I was readying myself for bed I heard a tremendous crash from Moussa's apartment and then sounds of someone in pain.

I did not think and just opened my apartment door and approached Moussa's apartment knocking lightly on the door. I am a registered nurse and training can be one's salvation as well as one's undoing in this case. My only thought was that he needed medical attention. What was not in my thought process was that I was wearing my pink negligee with a matching silk robe and my hair in curlers. Although that would not be unusual for a woman about to retire to her bed, the fact remained that I was not a woman. 

So I again knocked a bit more firmly on Moussa's door and hearing no reply tried the doorknob which was unlocked.

"Uh, Mr. Moussa are you alright?" No answer and no sign of him in the living room.

I stepped inside the apartment and called out again, not seeing him in the kitchen as I progressed slowly and somewhat timidly. I could also see his bathroom door was open and he was not there either.

I went down a small hall to the bedroom; his apartment was exactly the same layout as that of my own apartment. As I entered the bedroom, which was dimly lit, I could smell the alcohol that was overpowering.

"Mr. Moussa? It's Terry from next door. Are you ok?" Still no reply, but I could hear his heavy breathing from the darkness.

I found that he was half out of his bed, lying partially across a nightstand that had toppled beneath him. I went to him and not ascertaining any obvious trauma to his head and limbs; I managed to lift him, after a struggle, onto the bed so that he was laying face up. He was a rather large man, being over six feet tall and at least 200 pounds. I, on the other hand, was a rather small person being five feet five inches and all of 125 pounds. My small size was most useful to me when I changed from "Terry" to "Terri". Unlike most males whose swagger and macho size feeds their manly ego, I felt most feminine and had no desire to "man-up"! Being a nurse allowed me to obtain hormones without detection and I had a nice little butt, shapely and round that more than complimented my small but ever growing breasts, about a 34B in size. My hair was fashionably long but not excessively so for a younger man of 24 years of age.

I closed the apartment door and returned to the bedroom making sure Moussa's breathing was regular and I propped him up higher on his pillows to insure he would not choke on his own vomit in the event he regurgitated during the night. He was exceedingly drunk but who could blame him under the circumstances.

As I covered him with a blanket, I was unable to help but notice the rather large bulge in the fly area of his underpants. No wonder the wife made such noise I thought! I turned to leave when I felt a strong hand on my fanny as it wrapped around my waist, pulling me back to the bed, effortlessly as if I were a feather.

"Sophia, wor you ban?" his voice slurred by drink cooed from behind my ear.

"Oh no', I thought, 'I'm dressed as Terri! I didn't even remove my make-up yet! Crap!

He pulled me closer to him as he lay forward in the bed and turned my body around to face him. I struggled but could not break free of his grip. I could see he was still very intoxicated and that his eyes were almost closed.

"Listen Moussa, I'm Terry from next door and I only came to see if you were alright. I'm sorry that you lost your wife but I have to go now!" 

He wasn't hearing me or at least understanding me because he had lifted me up into the bed and had me in his arms, atop him as he grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me so that my legs were stretched out as I lay across him, my face over his own.

"I miss you so ver much my little Sophia", Moussa whispered in my ear as he nuzzled my neck and his busy hands caressed my behind.

Oh, no this can't be happening but it was and as I lay there on top of him, struggling less and less he began to kiss me, reaching up with one hand to hold my neck, gently, as his tongue found it's way into my mouth. I was totally in his control and I was beginning to reciprocate his passion as I kissed deeply as well. 

I could see he was truly unaware as to who I was, thinking in his drunken stupor that I was his Sophia. The idea of this actually was pleasing to me for some reason. I had never been with a man, although I had fantasized many times of course as I used my dildos and vibrators.

Soon I began to feel him hardening beneath me as we embraced and kissed. I felt it was time to stop so I tried to squirm out of his arms but to no avail. Suddenly he pulled me even further up so that I was now straddling his groin. 

"Moussa, please no don't do this! I'm not your Soph...", but I never finished my sentence as he pulled me down so we were again kissing. I felt his hand on my ass at first, and then it was pulling my robe and negligee up over my rear. I panicked but could not break free as he pulled his penis from his underpants and started to fumble with my panties from behind, all the while holding me down and kissing me furiously.

I felt his penis brush past my now exposed ass as he fingered what he thought was my vagina but of course it was my anus. His hands were huge and as he inserted his finger into my anus I thought it not much smaller than one of my vibrators. He worked his finger in and out slowly and I was once again surrendering to him. I kissed him madly and he worked his magic finger deeper and faster inside of me.

I was lost in my passion, so much so that I did not realize Moussa had removed his finger and suddenly something so much larger was trying to get inside me. I reared up off his face and that was exactly the wrong thing to do as inadvertently I raised my ass while doing so and he thrust his cock well inside my already quivering anus.

Oh, stars burst through my head as the pain came so suddenly. Yet I cried out not in alarm but in a primal response to his manhood now forcing itself deeper inside of me. I rocked forward and back as if I could shake him from me, but he stayed with my movements and I fell in place with his thrusts and he read my body motion perfectly. 

As he drove his cock up into me I loosened my sphincter, remembering how I could relax eventually while masturbating with my dildo. I rode him now and he started to take me to a place I had never been, sending wave after wave of pain and pleasure inside me. 

He still wanted to kiss as we made love and I did too. He was showing no sign of stopping and I wondered how he would be sober. If he could cum at all while so drunk would be a wonder.

I sat upright and he fondled my small breasts, the nipples and areolas so engorged I thought they might burst. Never had I had such sensation and I was now being doubly pleasured as his cock filled my ass and his hands on my breasts drove me wild.

I was moaning and making noises I never knew I was capable of and I desired that it should never stop. And it seemed like it never would as both our sweat soaked bodies continued, but suddenly I felt Moussa tense up inside me and with a bellowing roar he let loose his loads of semen inside my anus. I shrieked with pleasure as I felt the hot cum shooting into me and overflowing back out onto my ass and legs.

He continued to thrust slowly until he had emptied himself and I lay forward onto his chest where he hugged me and kissed my shoulder. I was completely spent and he apparently finally was succumbing to the alcohol because before many minutes he was snoring loudly, holding me firmly and I myself was so weak and yet so utterly content that I fell asleep too.

I awoke with such a happy joy but suddenly realized where I was. Moussa was still asleep and I saw by his alarm clock that at least 3 hours had passed since I first arrived at his apartment. I had to get out of there and right away. He had shifted in his sleep and now only his right arm was across my back. I eased out from under him and quietly got off of the bed. I crept out of the bedroom, making sure my panties were in my hand and I returned to my own apartment after making sure the hallway was clear. 

My heart was racing as I locked my door and leant against it wanting to both laugh and cry. What would happen if Moussa wasn't all that drunk and he remembered in the morning? Why did I ever go in there in the first place? But I knew it was right to check on him, even though it was unfortunate I forgot that I was "Terri" at the time.

But do you know what? I am glad that it happened too! I was made love to by a man, and I was his woman even if he was so drunk not to realize it -- or maybe ...!